*reads the swiping of the cat on 10/04/02 @ 2a.m http://teaparty.mad-hatter.org/*

*blinks* oO;;;;;;;;;

I take back everything I have said about you clutching your chair. _You_ have probably scared me more than I can ever scare myself. ...though I have to admit that there is a certain appeal in the notion.

Then again, let's just hope Watson doesn't break his back.  ^_^'

...Cat? If you are reading this, you have made me feel bad. VERY bad. >< Damn you. I now feel like I am letting down my Maths tutor. >< >< >< >< Here, take the dagger. See the X mark on my chest? Insert and twist, thankyouverymuch.

Nevermind the fact that I am now brain dead and typing simply for the sake of typing......Ermm, I guess i'am going to have to write somthing sane now about how much I LOVE my web site, well I don't so there *hahaha* OoooO BUT SIGN MY gUESTBOOK please do oO'.                                                                                I got loads of  'Do you' questions with it that Tripod very kindly <for the first time> gave to me. I had to change some though becasue I was supposed to click the Teens set of questions but I accidentaiy clicked Adult humour ones or somthing thats why there so screwed.                                                                                On a completely random note... I think I'm going to start using "fawk" or "fook" (if I'm feeling British for some reason) instead of "fuck" from now on... just for the fawk of it.    

Be you far from me.....10 feet will do.

>< Anbody interested in killing me now?

I am serious. My mind is majorly screwed. I had to stop myself from grinning in the bus today, so as to not freak out others. [Do you REALLY want to know what was I thinking?] And then I have tales forming in my head with themes such as necrophilia ><, masochism and cigarette smoke all wrapped up in a blanket and a heartbeat. Schu made guest apprearences and so did some Shirow chicks. I keep thinking about bloody cinnamon and clove cigarettes [Mmmmmm...can I bring you home?], nevermind the fact I get headaches when I smell/eat cinnamon and clove doesn't happen to be my favourite spice. [There is a certain writer I blame for my current obsession. Think you know who it is?]                                                                  I am damn near to start composing haikus. Haikus with X overtones. [WHAT is it with X and me and my exams?!] Without the frogs, of course. [Then again...there was the Frog-san on Fumma's head. (Oh, and there is this haiku I wanted to share for quite some time. Not by me, but I am really quite amused by it. It was by a old tub-maker who loves his sake. I can't remember the exact words which were translated, but I think it goes something like this:

Typhoon coming.
Wind blows.
Black panties.

^^ I wish I will this much fun when I grow old. ^_^

And do you notice me starting to sound more and more like one of those air-headed fangirls? [Well, at least I am not a helium-headed fangirl...yet.] Oh yes, a happy albeit slightly confused naive gay fangirl I was, after all, unaware of the Terrible Consequences of reading the Right, or should I say Wrong, fanfics...till that damn trilogy. Terrible Consequences such as getting an obsession with Tseng/Rufus and cinnamon and cloves.

Ah, the extent of my sin. ...back to my studies. I have blabbed enough and I have a sinking feeling that something/someone/parents/Life/Cat/my tutor is going to kill me. 

And now there is something else I like to settle. Something else that I can't let go.

[self-indulgent rant IGNORE]

They say I may be crazy. I only say I have had my fill.

You know what I loathe most?

Hypocrites. Hypocrites with a bloody bold H branded on their foreheads, which only appears at the stroke of midnight.

God damn you. Can't you use the appropriate body language for the appropriate emotions? Can't you READ basic body languages? Shit, come on man, even a CHIMP and Bush Jr. can do that, so why can't you? Hel, an amoeba would probably understand what the hel the scientist means when he smiles at it. ["Hi, I am happy to see you, my little one-celled love. Come to Daddy and let me treat you good."] Hello? People? Happy = Smile :) Unhappy = Cry/Frown/Scream/Rant/OneFingerSalute/IamSOgoingtobiteoffyourhead :(

DON'T do this to me. DON'T be pissed off at me and then ask me in the most SoSugaryTillICanChoke,RollOverAndDie voice to ask me if I have had dinner when you 1) are SO obviously NOT going to bring back dinner for me 2) really pissed at me but want to put up some appearances so the world will think that you are saintlier-than-thou's-ass kind of person.

Because you are NOT happy with me. So ACT like it, you fuck head!

<I think I need some from of break> 

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaah

Come on people. Am I the only one left who can uses body language the way it was meant to? Oh suuuuurrrre, next time, remind to chew your head off and spit it out again when I am on the verge of Utter Happiness and to get on my knees to kiss your 10 wiggly toes when all I want to do is to make sure that nothing, absolutely NOTHING is left of you when I am through with you. No cell, no atom, no fucking orbitals that was previously part of you left whizzing around. Nothing. Gabutch. Finis. None. Nil. Zilch. NOTHING.

Don't expect me to smile when I am pissed off. Don't expect me to frown when I am happy. Don't expect this of me. Don't expect that of me. Don't expect me. Don't compare me with the fucking asshole known as AYC. Don't compare me with you. Don't compare me with anyone. Don't compare me with me. Don't talk about this. Don't talk to me. Don't talk. Don't want me to attain this. Don't want me to attain this. Don't want me. Don't attain. Don't ask me to calm down. Don't ask me to do anything for you. Don't ask what pissed me off. Don't ask why I am doing all this "don't" stuff. Don't ask me why I am wasting your time.

DON'T.

And if you happen to be HuiL's brother, I don't care if you are her relation in blood or no, I don't care if you are a VJC student or no, I don't give a rat's ass damn if you are alive or no, I don't give a shit if you can scream in a pitch guranteed to crack glass or no, next time you slam the fucking phone on me, I will personally go over and skin you alive with a blunt knife before putting your body, with your fucking pulse still beating or no, through the shredding machine.

Don't piss me off.

...gods, I am pissed as hell's own.

And FUCK YOU, Btinternet. I hope you roast in hel for the number of times your shitty connection died on me.

Ohhh, and by the way i'am in a mood with you Huil!!!!! oO

[self-indulgent rant IGNORE]

Hope you find more interesting ways to waste your time and internet access next time. ;)

Damn you, my WHATWILL?! Willpower

Sick. Bored. SICK!AND!BORED! ....yay.

I feel like huddling up in a corner and dying there.

...in short, I am sick.

And when I am sick, I turn into an absolute bastard/bitch. [Let's see how YOU will behave when your eyeballs feel like great balls of fires in YOUR sockets and when you feel bloody frozen and roasted at the same time. Oh, we'll see.]

One. There is NOTHING, I repeat, NOTHING about Slipknot here. Bugger off. Go away. Shoo, I 've had enough of little kids aimlessly woundering round town wearing there little 'Iowa' hoodies. And Slipkont sucks. Yah, just so you know. And if you happen to be by the name of Chris T, FUCK OFF.