Tamsie's Journal

Oh, how I have missed doing this...

my pirate name is Mad Ann Cruikshank

I'd rather be Nan...

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Shakey, shakey. Parkinson's patients keep inviting you to join their community and you don't know why. I'll tell you why: you're too damn high strung for your own good. Chill out, yo.

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Ooooh, Parkinson's meetings. Maybe I'd meet Michael J. Fox there...*drools*

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

I took this a while ago. Hmm...I've been wondering lately if maybe I'm OCD...

I'm going to play with the settings of this journal...see ya later.

I love marshmallow fluff. And toast with peanut butter. And peaches. But I only eat peaches from my family. Never take peaches from even acquaintances! It can be daaaaaaaangerous.

Today I had evaluations at the library. I did well--everyone likes me all right, apparently, and I'm quick at shelving and such--but the main thing people had to say about me was that I was "quiet". Heh. I'm trying to be less quiet, but I have about three settings, and they're "silent", "quiet", and "loud", so it's hard.

School starts on Tuesday. I can't wait. I miss French. And I desperately want to take the Child Development class. It'll be fun. And I can't wait to see people again. It's going to be great.

Work was tiring today. I was so freaked out about evaluations.

Names of the day:

Glory--From the English word
Auberon--"Noble bear" or "elf bear"

Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try

These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep to be so alone
We are lost
We can never go home

So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me

Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't try

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home
You are lost
You can never go home

That's the only good to come out of The Two Towers. Tolkien is soooo boring.

Oh, and maybe I've just been reading lots of Childfree lately, but you know what? If you're going to go to the library with your children, you'd better have taught them how to behave. They should be allowed to walk around, get five feet away from you, and say "MOMMY, WHERE ARE YOU?". They shouldn't be snotty to me when I ask them if they need help finding a book.

And if you insist on bringing two little babies that don't read anyway, get a stroller that's TWO DEEP, not TWO WIDE. The kids aren't old enough to focus on the page, but you bring them in on their stroller, which looks like a freaking LAWNMOWER on steroids because it's so big. And I'm expected to do the picklist while you and FREAKING HUGE stroller take up the entire walkway between the shelves? Uh...how? Park the kids by the fishtank, lady. They'll be okay for five minutes, WITHIN YOUR SIGHT, and you can chase after that little snot of yours and yell all through the children's section. And I'll be able to reach the C books. Wouldn't that be lovely?

People who don't expect their children to behave should have them on leashes.

Maryann is my idol. I want to be a stalker like her. Christina Baranski is a laugh riot. I liked her as Mary Sunshine in "Chicago". (Christine played Maryann on Cybill as well as Mary Sunshine in Chicago. I pity all of you what don't know Cybill, for you're truly missing out, then.)

Oh, yeah, and the quiet disruption of 12 year old witches and wizards continues. I've got two characters. They're Lenore Quigley, whose world is completely Poe. (Her owl is named Corvus ["raven"] and her daddy is Edgar. Mummy is Annabel.) Then there's Zoey Woodbine, who likes singing the Z song. "Z is for Zebra, Z is for Zoo! Z is for Xylophone--wait, that's X." I'm trying to keep her as close to her Cybill personality as possible, but sometimes, I just need to have a bit of fun, you know?

Athena's got her lovely Silvio Bonaventure, Lenorie's cousin. Then there's also the artfully named Kitty Pryde. We've managed to infiltrate all the houses but Hufflepuff. It's beautiful fun to torture the "sixteen-year-old" children. (Like Kass is truly sixteen. Most sixteen year olds can spell "walk".)

Speaking of sixteen...7 days and I am. Frightening thought, eh? Even more frightening is the concept that I'll be legally able to drive by myself in six months. Muahahahaha.

I want a pinata full of money. Zoey got one. Of course, she didn't get Big Duck at her seventh birthday, but then, neither did I. Oh, the jealousy.

I'm starting my NaNo today. I swear. Really, I will. Maybe. If I feel like it. But I will. Really...

I'm baaaaa----aaack! Betcha weren't expecting to read anything from me again, eh? I've decided I should use this LJ so long as I have it.

I have to go to a "social gathering" tonight. I hate parties. You see, everyone in my orchestra gets together right before school for a little party each year. I weaseled my way out of going last year, but Mum's making me go this year.

Maybe I can bring my notebook. I'm creating a school and I haven't given names to everyone in it, so that would be something to do. However, sitting in a corner and writing wouldn't be very polite, and anyway, someone would eventually come over and ask what I was doing/prod me into doing something social/try to make me read Tolkien. Any of those options would rope me into a conversation. Conversation = bad.

I'll just have to live through it. If I survive tonight, I'll get to have my hair streaked purple tomorrow. Purple hair. Purple hair. Purple hair makes it almost worth it. Purple hair. Purple hair. Each second on its own is not unbearable. "Purple hair" will be my mantra tonight. Purple hair. Purple hair...

Hehehehehehe. I took the quiz twice, because I didn't like my score the first time. I was a casual geek. Not fun.

You know what? I really like the Beatles right now. I'm listening to "When I'm 64" right now, which is a good song, but he's got bad taste in names. Vera, Chuck, and Dave? Excuse me while I puke. I do like Vera, but Chuck and Dave. Ickiness...

The radio has been nice to me today. They played fun stuff--"In the Year 2525", "Bus Stop", "When I'm 64", "Wishin' and Hopin'", and other stuff that I can't remember. And yesterday they played "White Rabbit" and "A Summer Song". And I know you don't care, but that's not my problem at this point. It's 5:50 in the morning and I'm bored.

Y'know, I really like the song "Bus Stop", for Goddess knows what reason. If I were to write a fluffy songfic, it would have to be to it. Uh-huh. Yep. I'm gonna shut up now.

Curses. Bad things happened today. A short list:

1. Michelle Kwan only got third.
2. Sasha Cohen didn't get a medal, and neither did Fumie Suguri.
3. Irina Slutskaya was beaten by IT.
4. IT got the gold, wretched thing.
5. A book got its publishing date pushed back, and I wanna read it now.
6. Did I mention that Michelle Kwan only got the bronze?
7. IT is an evil little twit.

For those who weren't following me, IT is Sarah Hughes (from now on referred to as IT or S**** H*****), I'm referring to the figure skating, and I wanna read Lady Knight already.

On the upside, my hands are blue.

I kinda wish that I didn't consider swearing vulgar. I could really use some choice curses right now. Unfortunately, the closest I can do is saying "Curses!".

Oh well.

I just can't stand IT. Sorry.

My hands are blue because I covered them in food colouring. In reality, they're merely tinged, but it's pretty.

I'm tired. Someone IM me tomorrow and tell me to update this with something sane, please.

Oh yes, and also:

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Dang, I haven't updated in a long time. Will this be very long? I'm not sure. Depends on how soon I get kicked offline and sent to bed.

I saw the Scottish play today. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, it's the Shakespeare play that isn't referred to by name. It was awesome. I've decided that I'm going to be one of the three Weyard sisters for Halloween, and that I'm going to memorize the "Double, double, toil and trouble" bit. It really annoys Athena and VesVes.

In other news, I recently discovered that the 't' in JonBenet Ramsey's name wasn't actually said. That was rather embarassing. ^_^

Umm...More stuff to say. Oh yes! I'm not online as much. Mum cut off online time during the week, so it's mainly weekends that I'm online now. Just so y'all know. And I need to update my website, but I'm lazy, so don't go to it, kay? It's all ugly and stupid-looking.

And I'll mainly be doing homework tomorrow. I have to write two pages for Western Civ. Not hard, but I don't know what to write. We have to write like Martin Luther did in the 95 Theses. We can pick any complex institution we want--education, family, government, sports--and then we complain.

This should be easy; I'm well-known for complaining, yet I don't know what to write. I'd write about Scott McCallum and our budget defecit and how it's going to effect all the city's money for things like new books for the libraries, but in truth, I don't know that much about it.

I think I will write about the government, though. In Madison, they're tearing down buildings and paying the owners. The guy who owned Dotty Dumpling's (good resturant) got $500,000 or something for his. There's this guy who owns an office building, though, and the state is going to pay him 723,000 dollars to tear it down, even though he's been paying only two-hundred-something-thousand dollars on it in property taxes. Unfair, huh?

And then there's the university persoin who got a huge raise because otherwise her salary wouldn't be "competitive with other schools". Somehow, she couldn't live on only $200,000 a year. It's kinda sickening, if you ask me.

Anyway, I've been told to sign off, and I'm probably boring you with my tales of Wisconsin's government besides. So yeah, bye and junk.

Yay. I'm at home with my youngest sister, VesVes, celebrating the New Year. Ves is letting me go online for half an hour while she watches Rugrats, because I don't want to watch it and she doesn't want to hear me whine about watching it. Before, we were watching The Wonder Years, and I typed random stuff on the laptop. We're having lots of fun, and I'm not even being sarcastic about it, either.

In half an hour, it'll be eleven o'clock, and Ves and I will celebrate the New Year. We'll watch the ball drop in Times Square, we'll pop our crackers, and blow our cardboard horns, and then we'll go outside and annoy the neighbors by yelling and screaming and generally having fun. Why are we celebrating an hour early? VesVes is only eight, and I kinda doubt she'll stay up all the way 'til twelve.

Anyway, this is going to be brilliantly fun. I hope you all have a good and prosperous New Year as well.

Wow. I think this is the quickest I've ever updated my journal. I was reading through Kokoryta's journal entries, and I couldn't resist taking a test!

What Video Game Character Are You? I am Mr Do.

I am Mr Do.

I am sedentary by nature, enjoying passive entertainment, eating when the mood takes me, and playing with my food. I try to avoid conflict, but when I'm angered, I can be a devil - if you force me to fight, I will crush you. With apples. What Video Game Character Are You?

Isn't that cool? Apparantly, if I weren't Mr. Do, I'd be Kong.

What Video Game Character Are You? I am Kong.

I am Kong.

Strong and passionate, I tend to be misunderstood, sometimes even feared. I don't want to fight, I don't want to cause trouble, all I ask is a little love, and a little peace. If I don't get what I want, I get angry, and throw barrels and flaming oil at whatever's stopping me. What Video Game Character Are You?

Heeheehee. Cool huh? *evil grin*

I went to see the movie "A Beautiful Mind" today. That is a brilliant movie. I went with Mum, and we had a great time. She was crying at the end, and I was close to tears. It's very moving, especially as it's based off of a true story. Plus, the music was beautiful, done by Charlotte Church.(I want the soundtrack ^^) Go see it if you haven't, and tell me what you thought of it if you went.

That's my little movie plug for the day. I also saw "The Majestic" two days ago, and it was pretty good, though it didn't measure up to "A Beautiful Mind". I liked the music, good and jazzy. It's cute, in an "It's a Wonderful Life" kind of way. I know I said I'd be going to "A Beautiful Mind" and my sisters would go to "Lord of the Rings", but plans go changed. ^_^ They went to "Jimmy Newtron: Boy Genius". Athena and VesVesloved it, and now they want me to go. It sounds cute, so I think we'll be going to that very soon.

In other news, VesVes is sick. She's also whiny, because her friend, Ashley, was going to stay overnight, but now Ashley can't come. Mum's going to rent movies (Rush Hour 2 for Ves and (maybe) Moulin Rouge for me!) and we'll eat eat pizza and watch movies all night. Tomorrow, Mum's going out, but we've got sparkling grape and raspberry juice and crackers, so it's okay.

Umm...What else to say? I dunno. I've been working on a story. Aren't I special? I need to think of a plot for it. I also need to go to the library. I want to get the book that "A Beautiful Mind" was based off of. Unfortunately, the stupid librarians decided not to open the library again until Wednesday....-_-

Merry Christmas! Joyeaux Noel! Feliz Navidad!

And no, I DON'T care that it's the day after. ^_~

Celeborn

If I were a character in The Lord of the Rings, I would be Celeborn, Elf, King of Lothlorien, husband of Galadriel and grandfather of Arwen.

In the movie, I am played by Marton Csokas.

Who would you be?
Zovakware Lord of the Rings Test with Perseus Web Survey Software

Wow. Cool huh? I'm a guy. This makes me wonder what the heck all this means, 'cause I don't know nothing 'bout Lord of the Rings. I might go see it tomorrow, though, but what I really wanna see is A Beautiful Mind. Why? It sounds interesting, has Russel Crowe (who, I'll grudginingly admit, is a darn good actor) in it, and one other reason....

JENNIFER CONNELLY IS IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You all remember good ol' Jen, right? She played Sarah in the movie Labyrinth. I can't wait to go see A Beautiful Mind, 'cause I'm interested in how her acting has progressed.

On another hyper-good note, I got my Simon and Garfunkel cd for Christmas. Love all the songs on it (20!!!), especially "Scarborough Fair", "The Sounds of Silence", and "Cecilia". I also got a porcelain doll (which I promptly renamed Cecilia Simone--couldn't resist, and anything's better than "Rapunzel", right?), the Hard Days Night cd, a Harry Potter trivia game (didn't want this), and money.

Today we went shopping, and I got books. Good books. Stuff by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, David Almond, Frances Hodgeson Burnett. Anyway, we're gonna eat cheesecake and watch a movie, so I better get off, huh?

Okay, I know that the "Subject" title thing has nothing to do with the actual entry today. Get over it. I like Simon and Garfunkel.

I'm sick today. I think I've got an ear infection. My ears are really sensitive right now, so my mum didn't make me go to school and live through all the pain of listening to people yelling and screaming in the halls. I'm not supposed to be online right now, though, so don't tell.

Okay, maybe the title above has something to do with the entry. I've acquired the MIDI's for "Scarborough Fair", "Feelin' Groovy", and "The Sounds of Silence". Next up are "The Boxer" and "Bridge Over Troubled Water". I think my obsession's getting out of hand. ^_^ I don't need "Bridge Over Troubled Water" as much, because I have the sheet music for it, but I think it's the principle of the thing. And there's another song I need to get, but I don't remember what it is! *cries* I'd better get a Simon and Garfunkel cd for Christmas or I'm not going to live to next year. My obsession needs feeding.

However, so does another obsession: my story. I'm looking for some names for it, and I think I'll cut this short and go back to that.

Next time I write (if I remember): My newest obsession! Try and guess what it is; I guaruntee you'll be wrong. I mean it. Go ahead and try. Yes, you! Now!

Wow. I need to write more often. Lots of stuff has happened. George Harrison is dead; the 60th anniversary of Pearl Harbor is over and done with; I've grown a small Simon and Garfunkel obsession; our orchestra had a concert; now the Pops Concert is coming up. What to talk about?

I suppose we can start with orchestra. We had our winter concert, and we did well. First we played Concerto Grosso by Vivaldi, and I have half a mind to buy a cd of our concert just so I can listen to it over and over again; I love that song. It's in D minor, which, as very few of you knew and cared, is my second-favourite key, after E minor. Then we played Finlandia, which is a very uplifting song, though I don't really enjoy playing it much. The cool thing 'bout FInlandia is that it was a full-orchestra piece rather than just strings. I've never played full orchestra before, and I must say that it's really fun, though I had to sit behind the french horns, and they can be pains at times.

Well, next, how about Pearl Harbor? We were talking about it Language Arts. That day, we had a sub. He was born six months after Pearl Harbor, and he told us interesting stories about when he was a child. We all supposed about the future, years from now, when our descendants will ask us what it was like living after World Trade Center, through all this tumult. It was sorta hard to imagine, but it was interesting all the same. Slowly, we came around to the topic of death, suicide, and that sort of stuff. There's someone in our class who tried to kill themself, and all of us knew people who died, so we had more interesting conversations. At the end of class, there were a lot of people crying. It was a good class that day.

Well, George Harrison is dead. I found out at five-thirty in the morning, when radio stations had just gotten word of his death. I ran upstairs to my mum's room, woke her up, told her that he was dead, and left. It was a very sad day, for my family is filled with Beatles fans. George was my favourite, and so his passing greatly affected me.

Simon and Garfunkel. I've grown an obsession for their music. I've started to listen to the oldies station non-stop, and now I live for when they play "Scarborough Fair". I've begged Mum for a cd wih their music, and she promises to get it for me for Christmas. Unfortunately, I don't think I can wait that long. All day on Christmas, I think I'll be listening to the cd, playing "Scarborough Fair" and "Feelin' Groovy" over and over and over and over and over and...

Pops Concert stuff can wait. I've got to get to bed; I've got my first voice lessons with a new teacher tomorrow morning. 'Night-night!

I was reading Kokoryta's journal (must do that more often, ne?), and I saw that personality disorder thing. Being the personality-test obsessive that I am, I took it. Here's what I got (woo-hoo!):

Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Very High
Dependent: High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High

Avoidant: Avoidant personality disorder is characterized by extreme social anxiety. People with this disorder often feel inadequate, avoid social situations, and seek out jobs with little contact with others. They are fearful of being rejected and worry about embarassing themselves in front of others. They exaggerate the potential difficulties of new situations to rationalize avoiding them. Often, they will create fantasy worlds to substitute for the real one. Unlike schizoid personality disorder, avoidant people yearn for social relations yet feel they are unable to obtain them. They are frequently depressed and have low self-confidence.

My Goddess, that's me. It's odd that a test can be so right. Well everyone, you can now look into another side of Eevee's personality that you might not have seen: she's a psycho who's afraid of people. Yay.

Anyway, I've been banned from the computer until Sunday, so I'm not s'posed to be online right now, but you won't tell....right?

Hello. Just writing because I want to do so. Not much to say; I'll be going to school in about ten minutes. I'm in a better mood than I was yesterday. Yestderday I had Madrigal practice, and Liz was pretty much a total witch-with-a-capital-B. Goddess, it was annoying. She being a soprano and me a lowly alto (though I can sing just as high as her, I'm usually first soprano), my suggestions were ignored while she ran the circus called Freshmen Madrigals.

For those that don't know, Madrigals are like chamber choir. We sing medieval style music. Right now, fresmen mad's are singing Soli Deo Gloria and A Merry Madrigal. Then in December, there's a big Madrigal Dinner. It's like a medieval Christmas feast, with all sorts of fancy foods. Nearly everyone goes to it, though I'll have to serve people, which includes holding the bottom of a very cold wassail bottle up in the air (maybe two bottles) while singing "Here We Come a Wassailing" and not screaming from the cold.

Anyway, it's all good. I'm feeling better than last night and the night before, but I still need some Taito fics. Unfortunately, I have to go to school. Bye!!!

Oh my Goddess. The AGV is gone. I saw it coming, but it still hit so hard. I'm going to miss it so much. I loved the AGV; it was like a second home.

On there, my name was SailorEevee, short for Sailor EeveeMoon. My current icon was that of Marcus, Jason's friend from the comic strip Fox Trot. My current quote was 'I am the daughter of Earth and Water; I am a nursling of the Sky. I flow through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I never die." It was from the poem "The Cloud" by Percy Bysshe Shelley, who was the husband of Mary Shelley, authoress of Frankenstein. I had friends there, Althea, Kokoryta, Gourry, ChibiChibi90, Chocobo, and others. It was a friendly place of violet and reddish tones, a second home for all those anime-obsessed.

Now it's gone. I wish it weren't, but it is. I shall remember it now and (hopefully) forever. Unfortunately, life goes on, and perhaps the Anime GrapeVine will become pushed to the furthest corners of my mind. But if it is, perhaps in my future, I'll meet another anime fan who, like me, was once a 'Viner, and perhaps we'll know each other from our chats through that wonderful little message system. Maybe we'll reminisce about the legendary swirly and argue about whether it was truly green or yellow. (green)

All through this, the world moves forward, most of it not knowing about our little set of message boards. Most ignore the death of a website, concentrating on the death of thousands of innocent people. I cannot blame them, of course, but I must pray they know what they're doing. If they don't, our world will become one of a Ray Bradbury novel. Because of this, and because I want an excuse to corrupt anyone who reads this (hi, Koko-chan!) with Sara Teasdale.

There Will Come Soft Rain
Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire.

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly.

And Spring herself when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Hello again. I'm afraid that I've ignored my journal for a while. Bad me...*slaps self on wrist* I'm quite sorry, my reader(s) (I'm doubting there's more than one...), I'll try to do better. Everything has just been so confusing lately.

All of me is scrambled, and I don't feel like a real person anymore. I'm just slumping through days, not feeling anything at all. I'm detached from the world, it seems. So many things are wrong, and there is naught that I can do to fix any of it.

You see, err...There's a boy I like. He's not especially handsome, but he's rather witty and seems sweet. I have only told one person who I like, and they don't even know him. I can't continue just not telling anyone. I want everyone to know the truth: the quiet geek in the corner has a crush on a boy, just like a ditz. But I know that he wouldn't like me back, and my pride stops me from doing anything that would help me feel better.

And then there's a girl. No, I haven't feelings for her, but I still have a terrible problem with her. We used to be friends, but then we drifted apart. Now it seems we're becoming friends again, after several years of ignoring each other, and I don't know what to make of it. On the one hand, I really miss her and want her friendship again. On the other hand, in my heart I know that we can never truly be friends again. Somehow, I can't trust her any more; something's changed, and it shan't change back.

And so I escape, into my fantasy world. I shouldn't, for it's childish, but I cannot help it. My heart is of lead, and it slowly sinks to the cold bottom of my soul. The only place I feel all right is in my stories. I escape into the worlds of wishes and will and magic, and I can't return again.

Why must I do these things? I truly don't know. My thoughts torture me day and night. But I think that I'll let you all alone now; there are better things to do than listen to me whine.

Leah. She is an annoying, stupid little person. She is an alto, like myself. She believes she sings well. I hate her guts.

Perhaps hate is too strong a word. Perhaps, instead, the word resent, detest, loathe, or...Wait, no, hate is perfect. I think I'll stick with simplicity and use hate. Besides, 'I resent her guts' doesn't have the impact.

Specific reasons I hate Leah(will go more in-depth later):
1. She's always telling people what she thinks they should do.
2. She's annoying.
3. She thinks she can sing.

I'll go into more detail later, when I feel more like writing.
~Eevee

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