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This is a list of MY PAULAS mangaka ownings. Because, really, it all belongs to her. Um, it's just a result of having it all in one place at one time, and, plus, it's good to know what you actually own.
( A comprehensive list of our mangaka )
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| i keep hoping there is something still there inside. |
[18 Jun 2011|09:07pm] |
i'm on a hunt for a set of notes from at least three years ago. Theyre the second half of my Jars notes and contain all the Somatei warriors' names and just. argh.
THEY ARE SOMEWHERE.
I know this because i never throw anything out. Not even the old tiny fanfic notes to myself that have been well and truly used. /hoarder of the highest order,
Anyway, the point of this post is to go ARGH WHERE NOTES? and lol found terminator(?) fanfic snippet, i think its SCC, (i guess?), but i'm fairly sure i never actually watched the end of that series, so. I. Dont. Know.
( lul, lul, short text mess )
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| hey lj, long time no see |
[15 Jun 2011|12:26pm] |
Anyway, I've been faffing away my life for the past months, which is always fun - although I have to admit, I would've preferred my internet hiatus to have been for a cool reason ( or at least produced something awesome with all that freetime i have when im not spending every waking hour on the net) bit alas, I have neither written nor drawn anything of interest.
alas.
What I have done its work (alot) , spend money (alot) and get obsessed with avatar.
Holy shit.
But yes. Iroh is my bro. (followed eventually by Zuko then all the others)
But Iroh is my favourite, I wanna write odes to his awesomeness ( and ramble about his time in basingsei & ah /&hearts)
So yes. Conclusion. Thank-you my lovely Canadian bros, this may be all your fault <3
& I may now need new icons.
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[15 May 2011|05:30pm] |
IM BACK!
(well back to the land of LJ, ive been home for quite sometime now ^_^ )
eventually i shall post photos of all my adventures, but for now, a quick update on what's happened since last time i posted:( canada, canadians, a wedding & cptamerica )
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[10 Apr 2011|01:48pm] |
was looking up pashto and helicopter flights
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instead i find myself looking at a five hundred pound bullet proof vest.
and i do mean vest
/internets
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[31 Mar 2011|08:54am] |
/twittering like a mother fucker
Also words can not describe how happy I am that i managed to work out the Canadian. Phone code thing - international codes are wack yo
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[30 Mar 2011|06:05pm] |
/momentarily lapse of selfconfidence
i feel like i should warn you guys, im like, the most stereotypical internet!dweeb ever.
i have terrible skin, im overweight and my freaking social skills lack to hard.
i have issues with eye contact and i tend to stare at people
i like pink
i think i look cute in beanies (which is somewhat a lie, but whatevs man)
my sense of humour is bizarre as fuck
i have the attention span of a goldfish
on the bright sidei still manage to have friends so my personality must be at least somewhat entertaining?
:D :D :D :D :D
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[30 Mar 2011|05:41am] |
... having serious debate about bringing my airborne!jacket.
one hand. its rather bulky and therefore will be a carry-on (definitely not a wear-on as its a billion degrees here)
on the other hand. it super warm and fuck, man, its an airborne jacket. /grabby hands
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| >_O |
[28 Mar 2011|10:51pm] |
They stand toe to toe, eyes level; even though it doesn't seem quite possible.
Rangy, long limbed - emaciated crack whore wannabe - Bet sneering through sharp teeth; pushing, pushing.
Bright eyed, young - fucking new guy, kid - Enji waving his palms around, making a show of surrender while still refusing to give an inch.
They shove and yell and toe the line so close that Smile can't see how the hell they haven't managed to fall into the no man's land of actual physical violence.
Bet swears and flashes her teeth like she wants to bite into someone - Enji - and tear them to pieces. Pushing her sunglasses to sit high upon her nose, she snarls at passing soldiers and punches Smile's shoulder hard.
"Fucker, just can't take a hint."
Whatever that means.
Enji's more quiet about it. Chewing on his cigarette filters as he drags in deep breaths of smoke.
"See," He says, lighting another cigarette despite the one in his mouth is only half ash. "She wants something. I just haven't worked out what it is."
He tosses the half good smoke down and grinds it down with his toe. The lighter in his hand flicks open and shut, lit and extinguished.
"Getting sloppy, Emile, got too comfortable. That's what it is. No girls gonna be happy with just old music discs and candy."
Content to let him talk himself in circles Smile grabs the next cigarette from Enji, before he can discard his unfinished one. Smoking it as slowly as possible - one for every three Enji sucks through - he leans against the hangar wall and enjoys the dying sunlight.
"I can work this out you know, I'm good at this, I can smooth it out. We'll be best fucking buddies, I just gotta work out what she wants."
"You ever think that maybe she don't think the two of you are on the same level?"
He stares at Smile for a long fucking time. In the silence Smile smokes the tail of his cigarette and crushes the end between spit dampened fingertips. He nods a farewell to Enji, leaving him to his empty smoke packet and the thoughtful frown on his face.
He hears about the fight several days later.
Bet's lip is split halfway down her chin - the butterfly plasters unstick and fresh blood bleeds into her grin.
Enji's walking around with a hand full of broken fingers and eyes full of burst capillaries - he holds cigarettes between splinted fingers and scribbles awkwardly in his little black book with his wrong hand, his chicken-scratch code looking ever more indecipherable.
Later, Smile'll realise this is their version of announcing that they're now 'going steady'.
It's dark, too dark really to see anything, yet in the cockpit he can see the dim glow of a cigarette; illuminating the tips of Bet's and Enji's faces.
A gleam of teeth from Bet, firelight reflecting on low sitting aviators.
Enji's eyes sit deep in the shadows of his cheek bones, only the occasional glint of light catches their movement, reflecting with a dull shine.
If they're talking, it's too quiet for Smile to hear. He's uncomfortable - curled up amongst the minigun's ammo boxes - and yet, he thinks, if he moves - shifts - this moment will break.
It's been a long time coming, break it now and it may never come again.
Enji offers up his pack of cigarettes. She looks at him, gleaming teeth disappearing as she licks her lips and cocks her head to the side, studying him. She takes the whole pack, Smile tenses, but Enji just leans back in the co-pilots seat fumbling around his pockets for his lighter. He comes up with it, the light flickering as he holds it out to Bet. She taps out a cigarette and leans towards the flame. With her other hand she holds out her .45's clip.
They sit frozen, Enji's cigarette brightening and dimming as he puffs on it nervously, until he finally takes the offered clip. Bet leans back in her chair, one hand on her pistol one hand clutching the cigarette packet.
Enji turns the clip over and over in his hands, like he's been told he can have the universes secrets if he just does the right thing.
Time passes.
Bet's grip on the cigarette pack loosens. Enji stops fidgeting with the clip.
They don't look at each other.
Not while Bet lights another cigarette.
Not while Enji thumbs out a single bullet.
Not until Enji offers the clip back and Bet settles her cigarette between his lips.
Her teeth flash in the dark, and this time Enji's gleam in response.
Smile rolls over, eyes firmly shut, he settles down in his makeshift bed and decides to ignore the two daft bastards and get some fucking sleep.
"You guys exchanged your vows yet?" Smile asks, makes his voice rough and joking, feeling bold now morning has come and the daylight has washed away the heavy darkness of the night before.
Bet grins and pushed her aviators up, covering her eyes so Smile can only see his reflection in them. Enji smiles - a small, secretive smile - but replaces it with a heartier, wider, faker one and starts talking; winding up to regale anyone listening with tales of his own incredible ingenuity.
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| DOT POINTS FROM SPAAACE |
[28 Mar 2011|06:52am] |
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- dishes done (some how a week long epic adventure)
- packing of suitcase MOSTLY done (just a few final decisions to make)
- packing of handluggage/MRTsatchel pretty much complete (oh my godm you can fit a lot of things in there - like holy shit, do you need to bring all the scribblings you have on Sara? I thought you were going to be playing with Smile? My shoulder will break off \o/, at least i will finally have to use those muscles i always brag about having?)
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i have toast, a lollipop and a cup of tea - this is the healthiest and most food-for-a-meal i have eaten all weekend (turns out i do need human!supervision to be a real!person) - last night was a few slices of cheese with mayo on them /face!palm
- my brother still hasnt returned from where ever he went (this usually wouldnt bother me except our parents arent home, and they made a rather firm reccomendation that he stay home this weekend - in case of fires, and to keep an eye on the animals as it is ridic. hot and the expensive-our-new-child dog in a cage doesn't like the heat - aand he left saturday night for a party and hasnt returned yet depite his assurances that he'd return on sunday morning 'early, hopefully'. /eyerolling)
- twitter is surprisingly fun, though mostly when youre sitting around with your phone ...which is why i dont carry it around with me at work (that and the very high chance of having it drop out of my pocket and getting eaten/dirty/wet/broken beyond reuse)
- i worked out that somehow i managed to walk 10k yesterday.
/stares down at belly
/squinty eyes at it
/gets distracted by lollipop
/mystery solved
- my cup of tea is really nice
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[27 Mar 2011|10:05pm] |
..just realised i have only packed one pair of shoes (plus the ones ill be wearing over)
...both are sneakers.
i will never be a girl /head!desk
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[27 Mar 2011|03:36pm] |
suke - walk it off - preferably Bet, but i'd settle for Smile or Shelton/Marion/CigaretteGuyWhoseNameIsStillInTheEther
i hope for a brawl
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| POSTCARDS |
[27 Mar 2011|03:21pm] |
bitches i be leaving for the land of the moose soon.
who wants postcards?
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| its not a hard request |
[27 Mar 2011|12:43pm] |
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suke you have three and a half more days before you leave - and at least 33 hours of those days will be taken up by work - so, do you think, maybe, if you tried really hard, do you think you could perhaps stop having mini!attacks of OMG THEY WILL HATE ME; I DRESS LIKE A HOBO AND I AM UGLY and start packing some clothes.
and then, maybe, if it isnt too much trouble, do a bit of fucking tidying up. Squalor looks better than this place at the moment. no joke.
(if nothing else, box up some of you books so they arent all stacked higgledy-piggledy (totes a word) and neaten up your dvds.)
amd no. suke. scribbling helicopters on the desk does not count as being 'productive'
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[25 Mar 2011|10:09pm] |
i hate that i am internet shopping and wikipedia-ing in the middle of the night.
NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES FROM THIS. >_O
also. third serial killer book wasnt as cool as the second one; or rather the ending left me going D: D: D: D: - goddamnit i want my sociopaths nonfixable kthnxbai. (way to alienate me, author /squinty stink eye in your direction)
now off to see if i have enough money on my credit card for original battlestart glactica series /dork
in other news. burning my eyes trying to figure out what medals/ribbons my boys (and girls) would be wearing, trying to keep in mind that the story is set in 'the future' but borrowed heavily from a certain past war. POW is a no brainer, but a civilian guerilla (somewhat) with the army's approval, does he get civillian medlas, or army ones? I AM CONFUSE.
stupid funeral. stupid formal uniforms. stupid fanfiction story that had army guys clothed in 'dressblues' that pissed me off enough to get all meticulous when goddamnit it daint matter that much.
THROWAWAY LINE SUKE! THROWAWAY!
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