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Woo, about a week into my other journal, I finally get a code. Yet another place for my prolific, pointless writing. I s'pose I'll keep the old one for more private stuff or whatever, if I do. It'll take me awhile to get used to this, I think. Perhaps now that I've gotten my devious little self into this pseduo-exclusive club I can go harass random groups of people, like the TMBG community I watch sometimes when I'm really bored. Who would suspect the EvilHippo to do anything evil? Well, I believe that I'm going to go fuss around with other things and get used to this, this entry's only so I can see what sort of changes I've made, anyway. Horray for pointlessness! (Boy are there a lot of words that start with p in this entry).
Well, I suppose I am getting used to things, slowly but surely. I've found my icon for now, but don't be too confused by it. They're just giant rolly-polly potato bugs from Wigu. Strange things happen when I'm bored. I'm still trying to find a reasonable set of smileys for the bottom here, I suppose I will someday. After I change the colour of the text, because it's bothering me.
I don't wanna go to work tomorrow! My bird has gone nuts and won't stop making really loud noises! My sister won't stop poking me in the side and mocking me! Superman doesn't really exist! Most people are boring and self-centered and depressing! It's not September yet! I continue to write pointless statements of facts in an exclamatory way! This is all![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stephalina's fault! I know I just did that wrong! Someone just pulled up my driveway, I hope it's not my "visitor" again... Maybe it's the mail and I finally got my AP scores!
I don't wanna go to work tomorrow! My bird has gone nuts and won't stop making really loud noises! My sister won't stop poking me in the side and mocking me! Superman doesn't really exist! Most people are boring and self-centered and depressing! It's not September yet! I continue to write pointless statements of facts in an exclamatory way! This is all
stephalina's fault! I know I just did that wrong! Someone just pulled up my driveway, I hope it's not my "visitor" again... Maybe it's the mail and I finally got my AP scores!
Oh, today has been so boring! I really want to just take the bit of money I have stashed away and go buy myself the laptop I need, but my dad's home now, and after being ignored for quite a while by various people at Circuit City and Best Buy, I wonder why I would bother. I'm sure my parents wouldn't approve if I just came home one day with a $1500 laptop and sat down on my bed to watch my Hitchhiker's Guide DVDs. But that's what I want to do so badly. If I don't do anything today, I'm pretty sure that I won't get a chance to again until Monday. I'm so confused about what part of the month it is that I'm tempted to just draw the entire calendar on the palm of my hand so I can check it now and then. I have a dentist appointment on Monday that I know I'm going to forget about, but I probably won't forget that Guster will be on Jay Leno that night. Why do I work like that?
Why does this thing keep time in military time? Is there a way I can change that? Why do I always end posts with a paragraph of sentences with similar punctuation? Will I forget about J.C.'s party next Saturday? Will I have to work? Why are these journals so condusive to shorter entries? Why do I usually write so much? Tune in next time, for another horribly pointless edition of EvilHippo's LiveJournal! ::cue ending theme music::
Why does this thing keep time in military time? Is there a way I can change that? Why do I always end posts with a paragraph of sentences with similar punctuation? Will I forget about J.C.'s party next Saturday? Will I have to work? Why are these journals so condusive to shorter entries? Why do I usually write so much? Tune in next time, for another horribly pointless edition of EvilHippo's LiveJournal! ::cue ending theme music::
I hate my addiction to these things, but they're so funny!
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
I can't even get myself condemned properly! Curses!
Your alter poet is Thomas Stearns Eliot. For you,
life rocks pretty hard!
Who is Your Alter Poet?
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Woo! T.S. Elliot! See, here I go again with all the quiz results and nothing in between them. I am such a horribe, bored person.
Threat rating: Medium. Your total lack of decent
family values makes you dangerous, but we can
count on some right wing nutter blowing you up
if you become too high profile.
What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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Is it evil to go back and change answers to get a different result that you like more? That was sort of a toss-up between Morally Deficient and Athiest. Neither of which are totally right... People can hit me now if they want me to shut up with this stuff, or space it out within the entries.. but there's so many that I have taken and not posted, you know?
French Guard
I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous
accent, you silly king-a?!
What Monty Python Character are you?
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Yeah... I should just shut up now and post this. I'm hungry.
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Low |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
I can't even get myself condemned properly! Curses!
Your alter poet is Thomas Stearns Eliot. For you,
life rocks pretty hard!
Who is Your Alter Poet?
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Woo! T.S. Elliot! See, here I go again with all the quiz results and nothing in between them. I am such a horribe, bored person.
Threat rating: Medium. Your total lack of decent
family values makes you dangerous, but we can
count on some right wing nutter blowing you up
if you become too high profile.
What threat to the Bush administration are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Is it evil to go back and change answers to get a different result that you like more? That was sort of a toss-up between Morally Deficient and Athiest. Neither of which are totally right... People can hit me now if they want me to shut up with this stuff, or space it out within the entries.. but there's so many that I have taken and not posted, you know?
French Guard
I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous
accent, you silly king-a?!
What Monty Python Character are you?
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Yeah... I should just shut up now and post this. I'm hungry.
Eh, what is this, my fifth entry today? This is pathetic. Mostly because I have absolutely nothing to talk about. I almost took my money and bought that laptop, but I'm still not sure if I really have enough to get me through at least the first quarter of college. I wonder how well I'll survive on quarters... I've only ever had semesters, but I think I'll probably like it more. The classes will go by a whole lot faster, at the least. They're only like, 11 weeks long or something. That's insane, you know? At least when coming from year-long classes divided into 9-week periods. Or even the semesters at YSU. Quarters are a strange idea.
What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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Finding Nemo was such a cute movie... I still need to take my sister to see it, too. Drat me, I'm sure it won't be at my theatre very much longer, you know?
Why is one of my old boyfriends trying to get me to come see him again? We had a rather abrupt and nasty (on my part) ending, and I haven't talked to him in more than a year. It's rather strange and a little uncomfortable. He indirectly taught me never to trust a relationship that begins with an e-mail saying "You are hot, we should go out." I get flattered and shy about anything, even if guys I don't know talk to me. I don't know why I'm like that, but people always pick it up as being flirty. Goodness, there are really only two guys in the entire world (besides relatives) that I'm actually fairly comfortable around. I relentlessly mock both of them, so I imagine I'm the one that makes them uncomfortable. At least my former "stalker" has moved about thousand miles away. I'm not sure I'll even be able to watch The Ring without wanting to run away screaming. People traumatize me so...
What Is Your Animal Personality?
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Hmph, I think just pasting the quizzes in the middle of paragraphs has just made things even stranger and more disjointed. But that's OK, confusing is fun!! Unless it's the sort of confusion when you're behind a cash register and have no idea what to do with some bizarre coupon someone has just handed you while they shout bizarre orders at you. Someday, someday I will get the hang of things at work. Of course, by then it will probably be September, and I'll be leaving anyway. I think I'll start counting down the days until I leave for Chicago. September 19th, you're only 64 more days away!... I think. I can't imagine my first few days in the dorm. It's going to be so weird. And then, I'll notice that I'm actually living in Chicago with a bunch of other rather intellectual people (or people that do a very good job of passing for intellectual). Everyone in my class that I've met online has been so horribly cool that I think something must be wrong. Even my sister's jealous of the people I'll get to go to school with, since there are so many people talking about JTHM and Homestar Runner and all sorts of bizarre stuff. I haven't found anyone else that reads my webcomics, though. Perhaps I will be responsible for bringing a love of the Dumbrellites to Chicago. Or perhaps it's already there, just not in my class. Hehe, perhaps I shouldn't admit the crush I have on the nice British webcomic artist in the picture on that page. Mmmmm. (-:
What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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Finding Nemo was such a cute movie... I still need to take my sister to see it, too. Drat me, I'm sure it won't be at my theatre very much longer, you know?
Why is one of my old boyfriends trying to get me to come see him again? We had a rather abrupt and nasty (on my part) ending, and I haven't talked to him in more than a year. It's rather strange and a little uncomfortable. He indirectly taught me never to trust a relationship that begins with an e-mail saying "You are hot, we should go out." I get flattered and shy about anything, even if guys I don't know talk to me. I don't know why I'm like that, but people always pick it up as being flirty. Goodness, there are really only two guys in the entire world (besides relatives) that I'm actually fairly comfortable around. I relentlessly mock both of them, so I imagine I'm the one that makes them uncomfortable. At least my former "stalker" has moved about thousand miles away. I'm not sure I'll even be able to watch The Ring without wanting to run away screaming. People traumatize me so...
What Is Your Animal Personality?
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Hmph, I think just pasting the quizzes in the middle of paragraphs has just made things even stranger and more disjointed. But that's OK, confusing is fun!! Unless it's the sort of confusion when you're behind a cash register and have no idea what to do with some bizarre coupon someone has just handed you while they shout bizarre orders at you. Someday, someday I will get the hang of things at work. Of course, by then it will probably be September, and I'll be leaving anyway. I think I'll start counting down the days until I leave for Chicago. September 19th, you're only 64 more days away!... I think. I can't imagine my first few days in the dorm. It's going to be so weird. And then, I'll notice that I'm actually living in Chicago with a bunch of other rather intellectual people (or people that do a very good job of passing for intellectual). Everyone in my class that I've met online has been so horribly cool that I think something must be wrong. Even my sister's jealous of the people I'll get to go to school with, since there are so many people talking about JTHM and Homestar Runner and all sorts of bizarre stuff. I haven't found anyone else that reads my webcomics, though. Perhaps I will be responsible for bringing a love of the Dumbrellites to Chicago. Or perhaps it's already there, just not in my class. Hehe, perhaps I shouldn't admit the crush I have on the nice British webcomic artist in the picture on that page. Mmmmm. (-:
Now, I believe that I will start stalking people on LiveJournal that didn't tell me that they had journals. Curse them. Let's see if they can figure out who they are by the quizzes!
Trogdor The Burninator!
You come in the night... and are not a memeber of
TGS. How'd that happen?
Which member of TEEN GIRL SQUAD are you?
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And also perhaps the bizarre comments I plan on leaving in random places in their journals. If I ever get around to it, and if they haven't shunned me already. Perhaps there was a reason they never told me they were here...
what number are you?
this quiz by orsa
I should really cut back on the quiz stuff. It's starting to annoy even me. But then, I think I just need to get it out of my system, and then everything wil be OK. Well, not OK so much as... umm... strange in other ways that aren't constant quizzes. I mean, this page is gonna load super freaking slow with all these bizarre unnecessary images. There's got to be an easier way to do things. I need to get used to this thing.. my generic one on Tripod was so much easier, since I could go in and change things HTML-wise any way I wanted, provided I didn't screw up the way it worked.. but then, I couldn't have all the wonderful friends things and unnecessary smileys on here... What a quandry.
Ah, it seems I've gotten myself back into my rambling, longer-entry format. Good, that cheers me up. Perhaps I subconsciously believe that I've scared any potential readers away by now with the pointlessness, and the extreme slowness produced by all the images.
I've finally gotten into 1996 in my quest to listen to all my CDs in the order in which they were released. I just finished Factory Showroom, and I've just started Pinkerton.. I'm on Weezer, which means that I'm not too far from 1997 now. 1998 ought to be a pretty good year, if I can make it through all the bizarre ska that 1997 contains.
Ah! My pot pie's (which, despite the name, contains no pot) done! Pot Pie: My Anti-Drug.
Trogdor The Burninator!
You come in the night... and are not a memeber of
TGS. How'd that happen?
Which member of TEEN GIRL SQUAD are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
And also perhaps the bizarre comments I plan on leaving in random places in their journals. If I ever get around to it, and if they haven't shunned me already. Perhaps there was a reason they never told me they were here...
I am an imaginary number 1i I don't really exist _ |
this quiz by orsa
I should really cut back on the quiz stuff. It's starting to annoy even me. But then, I think I just need to get it out of my system, and then everything wil be OK. Well, not OK so much as... umm... strange in other ways that aren't constant quizzes. I mean, this page is gonna load super freaking slow with all these bizarre unnecessary images. There's got to be an easier way to do things. I need to get used to this thing.. my generic one on Tripod was so much easier, since I could go in and change things HTML-wise any way I wanted, provided I didn't screw up the way it worked.. but then, I couldn't have all the wonderful friends things and unnecessary smileys on here... What a quandry.
Ah, it seems I've gotten myself back into my rambling, longer-entry format. Good, that cheers me up. Perhaps I subconsciously believe that I've scared any potential readers away by now with the pointlessness, and the extreme slowness produced by all the images.
I've finally gotten into 1996 in my quest to listen to all my CDs in the order in which they were released. I just finished Factory Showroom, and I've just started Pinkerton.. I'm on Weezer, which means that I'm not too far from 1997 now. 1998 ought to be a pretty good year, if I can make it through all the bizarre ska that 1997 contains.
Ah! My pot pie's (which, despite the name, contains no pot) done! Pot Pie: My Anti-Drug.
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