Tuesday, January 2, 2007
09:34 p.m.
All right, so I kinda dropped off the face of the Earth for a while, sue me. I was kinda procrastinating doing anything at all for a real long time, you know, not like anyone reads this thing anymore anyway. Because I am tre cool like that. But, it's the new year, so I have so resolutions.
1. Study more for Biology. Maybe ace a test.
2. Braid Zack's hair.
3. Update this webpage's look, it's kinda old.. and I should update it sooner than later, as in before Kate's birthday.
Well, those are the resolutions, because I'm awesome like that, you all know you love me too much anyway. But, I've got to be going now, going to study Biology right now!
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Tuesday, June 13, 2006
06:31 p.m.
Project:Ultima is still in the works, but luckily, Project:Blitzkreig is over! It turned out very beautiful, though my dad still says it's too dark for his liking. I think he might be insinuating that a bowl of oranges for me means death and bloody hell for all... I happen to like the almost nuetral palatte, so he can just keep his "Goth" comments to himself. I haven't been "Goth" since Junior High School, yet he still can't seem to see past that. Project:Ultima can now be worked on again because I have my paints back. It's still where I left it off, but this time, I'm drawing on it, because Tavain looks kinda spooky and Manet flat. Me and Rob went out for less than a month... I feel I've been jinxed. I hope I can catch the attention of Brian (Bryan?) but I think I'll dust off ye olde miniskirt and strut a bit. Who knows. All I know now is ballet starts soon and I've got to tune my bass and clean my badly abused brushes in dishwasher soap and scalding hot water. Curse ye "lack of respect for my property" Jen. But, she helped a lot in Project:Blitzkreig, and it did turn out beautiful, so she can be forgiven for this one.... ugh... this layout's getting old. I'm going to put up the rest of the links that I've been skimping on, then NEW LAYOUT TIME!! (After an archiving of course)
Loves and Kisses,
High One
PS- Long dry spell, eh?
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Friday, March 31, 2006
08:10 p.m.
Okay, I'm listening to Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire", and it just dawned on me, he's explaining the Cold War. I mean the Cold War lasted for a long time, and everything he says occurred during the Cold War. He goes from Marilyn Monroe to the Suez Canal issues. (Which Marilyn Monroe was popular and there was the whole Suez Canal issue during the Cold War) I know everyone says that it involves everything after World War II, but they mentioned things that were key in the Cold War like Bay of Pigs and Ho Chi Minh. Besides, that's quite a large subject, because then you can include anything you want to, since it's just time, so Cold War makes more sense. Ironic though that it's "We Didn't Start the Fire" since it's about the Cold War. *drum and symbol* Well, that's all I'm going to write tonight.
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
06:23 p.m.
Happy Ostara all! For my non-Neo-Pagan worshippers:
Ostara
(Eostar, Spring Equinox, March 20-23 dependent on actual astronomical event) The Goddess blankets the Earth with fertility as the God stretches and grows to maturity. The hours of day and night are equal and light is overtaking darkness. This is a time of beginnings, action, planting spells, and of tending the gardens. This is the start in the pagan year of spring, at least among Wiccans and Celtics. The first flowers are praised and the God and Goddess thanked for the true return to happier times for all. Ostara is one of the more colorful holidays, not one of the somber colors found in Yule and Candlemas. Feasting and socializing are the important factors in this holiday as well as the celebration of the return of color to the natural world. In the Christian calendar, again to draw early worshipers, they marked this as the final days and rebirth of Jesus (when according to history he died in June!)
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Sunday, March 12, 2006
08:37 p.m.
This guy is hyterical. I even laughed on his rant of vegitarian assholes. Here's his rant on yiffing, as a priview for you to go download his other rants and laugh your ass off.
2 - The Ranting Gryphon
Okay here, here's something that annoys me, there are these certain people you run into in the fur fandom, and I'm not going to blow up the whole world over this one, mind you, but all the same if these people get E-coli and shit themselves to death, then I'm going to really… laugh. You see we got the fur fandom here, and what do you think of when you think of the fur fandom? Well, let's see, we've got fur art, we've got a fur convention, mucks, and yiffing! Yes, deny it all you want, but we do get online and type fuck back and forth and it might be a sad thing, I don't know, but at least we're not out harpooning dolphins or gang raping social workers, so yay for yiffing! And, hey, people might think it's weird to role-play sex online, but, shit, they voted for Bush, right? So, what the fuck do they know? These are the same people who spent 20 million dollars supporting the AIDS foundation, and 250 million dollars watching the fucking Scooby-Doo movies. So they can kiss my ass and go to hell. So, I was yiffing someone online recently, and that means I was pretend-fucking for those of you who don't know, and there are usually better things to do with my time, sure, but after spending another day on this planet with a few billion assholes, who can't tell the difference between gourmet coffee and Folger's fucking Crystals, pretending to rape a six-foot tall fox with an eight-foot long dick, is actually rather liberating, you know? Gurgling shrieks of ultimate suffering always brightens my day, even if they're just pretend. So, I'm yiffing this fox and I'm trying to make this… this is supposed to be fun, right? That's the whole point. I'm not here for charity, this is not a march of dimes fuck-a-thon or something, there are no sponsors giving a dollar to some poor diseased wretch for every fox I rip apart with my penis. I'm here for entertainment value, you know? So I'm trying to help make this fun for everybody, and I'm putting a little effort into this, you know? There's no reason yiffing can't be nicely written, right? Nothing wrong with putting a little art into your pretend fucking, so I type a good four or five lines here, describing just exactly how I'm ramming my vast, throbbing love-probe, against his lungs, y'know? I'm at least attempting to be descriptive here. And now it's the fox's turn, and he goes, "Oh yeah, baby, don't stop." And… and that was it! Got a gryphon love-god screwing you into oblivion here and that's all I get. So, I thought, well, shit, maybe he's hard to impress or something, maybe he's overdosed on his Prozac. For all I know, this guy could be getting fucked by King Kong every Tuesday night and I'm just the one-inch wonder turkey here. So I try it again, and I write this paragraph, and I'm killing pixies with this shit, it's so nasty. I'm ripping a hole in the o-zone, angels falling out of the clouds, dead. This stuff was so detailed it could have made the entire cast of Circe de Sole clinch their asses shut, and the fox goes, "Ooh, yeah, fuck me hard." And I was like, "Fuck, man! What do you have, like two fingers or something? What are you trying to type with your left testicle here? I'm not asking for Charles Dickens, you know, but can we at least move past Debbie Does Dallas? I'm trying to do some decent fucking here!" And he says, "Well, I'm doing the best I can." Well, if that's the best you can do, you shouldn't be allowed to fuck. I'm sorry, but you should be gassed before anyone else stuffs their dick into you if that's the best you can do, I'm not here to write a porn novel for you, okay, I need some feedback, you lazy shit. It never fails, every time I'm in the mood to play around, I wind up getting a hold of some furre who is about as passionate as a bridge game with Jeff Goldbloom, and it's annoying the shit out of me! Is it just too much to bother being a little expressive here? Where's the romance? I might as well be screwing a bucket of dead accountants over here. I mean how would you like fucking a dead guy with a pull-string on his chest? You know, you fuck him for a little bit and you pull the string, "Oh do me, baby.", "Oh, fuck me harder.". But, then I guess it's probably hard to have pretend sex when you've never had any real sex! If you screw the same way in real life as you do online, then your dick probably got bored and fell off! Well, you know what, get off the Muck, okay, just turn it off and go fuck a real person for once. It'll do you some good, and it'll do me some good too, because I won't come away from the TS feeling like I just tried to fuck a stack of catatonic sushi. Either learn to pretend fuck properly, or, for God's sake, stop doing it. Hey, it's just a stupid trivial thing, right? You won't miss it at all. If you simply can't put a little effort into your yiffing, then just make a little badge that says, "I Fuck Like Michael Landon" and start a Furre Canasta group or something, but stop wasting everyone's yiffing time because I… Yiffing is the most important thing on the planet, or something? I don't know why, I just felt like bitching about it, god damn it, so, everyone, just pretend that I had a good moral lesson here, at the end, and we'll call it even. This is 2, the pixie killing, ranting gryphon, and that's all of that.
Hope you enjoyed!!
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Sunday, March 12, 2006
04:17 p.m.
Well, I'm taking on a HUGE project right now, so free time in general will cease to exist. The planning and finding stage of my project (which, I have lovingly named, Project: Ultima) is finished.
Cartooning: 0/34.
Painting: 0%
I'll update whenever I complete something, and when it's FINALLY complete (probably around June... seriously, HUGE) Project: Ultima will be hung up in my room, and I will be proud. Please feel free to put donations for the cost of paint and sketch books in the jar on your way out.
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Thursday, March 2, 2006
10:59 p.m.
I picked a lock today, for my friend and won ten bucks because everyone doubted I could do it. 3 paper clips. Luke wished he could be me. Mad Skillz, and I say that with exclamation on the Z. I wonder how I have to go about approaching this new task assigned to me, asking my friend (as a joke) if he'd pose nude holding a book about Shakespeare. See if he'd take the bait. Oh well, back to painting. Later!
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Thursday, February 2, 2006
06:22 p.m.
Happy Ground hog's day/ Imbolc all. For those of you who don't know what Imbolc is, it is a Wiccan holiday, and the details of it, to explain it easier than I can are from Pagan and Wiccan Sabbats and Holidays
IMBOLC (February 2) (Candlemas, Brigid's Day) Not common to all Pagans, this is very popular with Wiccans and various Celtic sects. Brigid is the Celtic goddess of fire and inspiration (Poetry, smithcraft and healing) as well as yet another representation of the Fertility of Femininity and Love. Brigid had such a strong following among the Celtics that the Christian church decided it was easier to assimilate her into their own system, and so there came about the making of Saint Brigit and all the stories they created about her so that her followers would leave their old beliefs enough so they would not side with the Druids, who were known at that time as 'the snakes' because of their tendency to have tamed snakes that were used to help produce various healing mixtures via their venom, and who were violently opposing the Catholic church. In History, of course, the druids lost against the overwhelming odds presented by the church, led by a man who would then be himself sainted by the church, their Saint Patrick (who was no clergyman but a warrior). Thus Christian rule of various sorts came into Ireland. Handcrafts are often sacrificed to Brigid or dedicated to her as they are started on this day. Its celebration is done with many candles and as usual much feasting. The Christians also took, moved slightly and used this date by creating St. Valentine and using the day for one of chaste love reflections. Imbolc marks the recovery of the Goddess after birth of the God. The warmth of the power of the God fertilizes the Earth and so the earliest beginnings of spring occur. This is a sabbat of purification, a festival of light and fertility. Tis also a traditional time for initiations into covens and self-dedication rituals. Also known as: Feast of Pan, Feast of Torches, Oimelc.
I personally am going to light candles and arrange my room to get out negative energy.
Other than that, I can't say what exactly I'm going to do for the rest of the night.... [Art History Textbook taps H.O. on the shoulder] no clue at all... maybe I'll just do some procrastinating... well, here's an image for some particular person to stare at continuously...
Later!
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Monday, January 30, 2006
03:21 p.m.
Journal de High One went through a total make-over and I got rid of the crap counter that made my page riddled with errors, figured out the OKcounter crap, and got one of those. Dude... seriously, I need to work on some High Renaissance stuff, but, it's not all that appealing, and I would rather draw or something... anything to procrastinate.
-> Dana-Bar, we did some new crap in math Arcsin, Arctan, Arccos. Mr. L will have to explain it to you, as I suck at explanations. Though, good news (or however you take this): we got our midterms grades back. *grins* I got in the 80's (82 to be precise... which rocks). AP US, we have to do a worksheet and got DBQ 11... yay. And if you are in school tomorrow, DON'T FORGET your REA... or you get scoffed at. (Imagine the thrill!) Physics: We get our midterm grades back. Our class did a lab, but I don't know about yours.. "new" kid in my class... I don't want to talk about it.. ick. OH! And our English grades will be back to us either Tuesday or Wednesday, as I heard through the grapevine, AKA my English teacher. Other than that, you didn't miss much, only that Mr. L is pissed because he knows no one studies math anymore, because the grades suck, and he's getting tired of having to do the math by himself. (His words not mine, and to my class, yours might be better.) Well, that's all you missed, that and a rather interesting conversation about viral STDs and 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon. Nothing else.
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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The Suffering ~ Coheed and Cambria
Sunday, January 15, 2006
12:01 a.m.
Is there a word or right to say
Even in this old fashioned way?
Go make your move, girl
I'm not coming home
Would things have changed if I could've stayed?
Would you have loved me either way?
Dressed to the blues.
Day to day with my collar up.
Decision sits so make it quick
A breath inhaled from an air so sick
I cursed the day I had learned
Of the web you spun...
You had your hold till bleeding
Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Now listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in
Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I'm not coming in
Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would've never walked out
So until the sun burns out
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Would we have lived as a child would care?
With this vial to drink I dare
(Oh where have you been, oh where have you been)
Only to cry all alone with your taste on tongue
(Oh where have you been if it hurts to be forgiving? Bye)
Should we try this again with hope? (Bye, bye)
Or is it lost, give up the ghost
And should I die all alone as I knew I would...
Then burn in hell young sinner
Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Now listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in
Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I'm not coming in
Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me (you had your hold)
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me (give up the ghost)
I would've never walked out (Oh where have you been, oh where have you been)
So until the sun burns out (Oh where have you been if it hurts to be forgiving?)
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in
Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I'm not coming in
Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in
Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I'm not coming in
And you're not coming in
~I feel like I've lost my last guilty pleasure. You know, I lost pretty much everything because of it, and I guess it leaves an... I don't know how to describe it... bittersweet? but more ironic. It's more along the lines of I fought and even for my efforts it didn't work. A Pyrric victory? I feel the loss outweighs what was gained, since in the end, apparantly nothing was gained. Well, it gives me the cynical assurance that recovering from past injuries is something no one understands, except someone who had the same harm done to them. Also, ironically, that the human race is selfish and uncaring toward the emotions of others. Oh, don't think I put myself on a pedestal when I say this. I include myself in that. Well, I'll just let this cynicism fester. I'll write again... I think.
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Friday, January 13, 2006
06:49 p.m.
-> Dana-Bar
With an initial velocity of 0 m/s, gravitational force (acceleration) being -9.81m/s2, and the height of the Empire State Building being 1250 ft AKA 381 m, right before you hit the ground, you would be going 3,737.61 m/s or 8,222.742 mph. Good thing mass doesn't have anything to do with free fall, or we'd have more math to do. <3's
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
08:04 p.m.
Well, it's been a while since I've last written in this thing. I think, that since it's the new year, I should be celebrating by making a new layout. And I have. The whole "Tack" thing is an inside joke, between me and my two friends, where I made a teacher exclaim my name and they cracked up. Long story short, there was the invention of the saying. Yeah, don't worry about a lot of the kinks I expect to find over the course of a few days of exploring this layout on the web. (For as you know, a layout has to be made before it can be put up on the web) When I got my inspiration from Digik, it was in frames... well, putting it lightly, one BOAT-LOAD of work later, and some div configurations, voila! We have a layout that is fully functional. I just hope I won't get tired of it in about 3 days. (Yeah, I know I will too) Well, I'd better go, I've got crap to do, and no time in which to do it.
Loves and Kisses,
High One
And I'll kiss you goodbye ♥
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