Rajazad (Jazmanian Devil)

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 23:49:18 GMT

I just have to say.. That I like this webcomic. I used to read it a lot, but I stopped. And now I've rediscovered it and present it to all of y'all!

http://www.homeonthestrange.com/view.php?ID=1

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 19:19:33 GMT

A new song that I am adorin'. Josh Turner!

Yeeeaaahhhh

when I look in her eyes
It aint no surprise
Sparks start a flyin like the 4th of July

She gets me so hot, my heart starts a pumpin
When we get to kissin, there aint no stoppin'

When it comes to love
she aint no slacker
My little darlin is a firecracker

When I light the fuse
I gotta get back quick
you gotta be careful with a dynamite stick

son of a gun she fun to handle
and she packs a punch like a roman candle
she a pack of black cats in a red paper wrapper
my little darlin is a firecracker

Chorus:
We might not ought to take a roll in the hay
cause we'd burn the barn down one of these days
were a match made in heaven
and it aint no joke.
but Id sure I hate to see it go up in smoke

we got a good thing going
and it feels so right
shes a firecracker
shes the light of my life.

she goes off with a great big BANG
boys I tell ya its a beautiful thing
she takes off you better hang on tight

shes a blonde bottle rocket
in the middle of the night

when she makes love shes a Heart attacker
My little darlin is a Firecracker

chrous:
We might not ought to take a roll in the hay
cause we'd burn the barn down one of these days
were a match made in heaven
and it aint no joke.
but Id sure I hate to see it go up in smoke

we got a good thing going
and it feels so right
shes a firecracker
shes the light of my life.

uhhh Haaa

we got a good thing going
and it feels so right
shes a firecracker
shes the light of my life.

we got a good thing going
and it feels so right
shes a firecracker
shes the light of my life.

Shes a Firecracker
Shes the light of my Life

Firecracker
firecracker

whooooo hoooo

Firecracker
Firecracker

BANG

Firecracker
Firecracker

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 04:21:33 GMT

Can't breathe through my nose, much less really talk more than a grumble. Swallowing hurts now, because it feels like the damn pill is stick in my throat, though I know it shouldn't be.

Still coughing.

COLD, GO AWAY.

Bruised foot is slightly better. Judo was tolerable, though my hair kept falling down. I need to get that cut, perhaps. But over all, the foot didn't hinder the judo.

Now, sleep before I pass out.

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 20:01:53 GMT

I will just say? That being sick blows chunks.

I can't breathe, I'm disrupting classes with coughing, and my sinuses are killing me. Can barely even talk as it is. And sleep? What means this! Keep waking up every few hours to cough! And i have yet another class to go to tonight!

Make it go awaaaay.

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 23:31:22 GMT

I have been bad and stole a meme from daltontrix. :D

Go to Wikipedia's main page.

Click on Random Article. This is the name of your band. Click on it again. This is the name of your album.

Finally, click 15 more times. This is the track list for the album.

Band: ImprovBoston

Album: DeKalb Township, DeKalb County, Illinois

Tracks:

1. Mario Gallo
2. WalterCon
3. People Can Fly
4. KWFM
5. Sasha Mitchell
6. Love You Forever
7. Golden Oriole
8. Dave Krynzel
9. Pretend You're Alive
9. Fushigi no Dungeon: Furai no Siren 2: Oni Shurai! Siren-jo!
10. Middlefield Township, Buchanan County, Iowa
11. Maafaru (Noonu Atoll)
12. Studio 5-B
13. Ryder
14. Orator
15. Army of India Medal

What you get if you play it backwards: Live at the Basement (The Angels album)

Sat, 10 Nov 2007 01:54:09 GMT

So glad it's the weekend. That is all.

Oh. And. Have a userpic, finally. Gotta love it.

Blah.

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 15:55:54 GMT

I hate anything related to math. I really do. Ag Stats is kicking my ass. I'm about ready to start busting heads in a minute.

No, no. That's a lie. Well, not really, but partly. I'm mostly dog tired. Most sleep I've gotten is about.. well, not enough, compared to what I'm used to getting.

Even on the days that I don't have a class at frickin' eight o'clock in the morning, I keep waking up at seven anyway. Very annoying.

Anyway. I'm going home for fall break, after my last class today. I am so fricking happy! Five or so days without looking at any of my teachers' ugly mugs. Maybe I'll even get to sleep past ten. Not likely.

Every time I go home, I'm instantaneously elected to accompany people shopping. It is *cue angels singing* the best thing that people could do, according to my madre, or something like that. Hate it.

Yes, revoke my girl license. I am a country mouse, not a city mouse.

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 15:12:24 GMT

Okay, I don't usually talk about anything really remotely serious on here, so this might be a small change of pace.

I was talking with a friend of mine - frantic about what she's wearing to her date tonight - and we got on the topic of hose and open toed-sandal heels and what was acceptable, though thankfully she's not doing that.

But, as I was saying, has anyone got any thoughts on the matter? Are hose and open-toed/sandal type high heels acceptable? If so, when? Do they look good? Are they hideous? Fashion don't?

Guys, this means you too. But keep it clean, would ya?

Edited: To clarify.

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 17:19:01 GMT

Woof.

Who makes people go pit-diving for prawns when it's so damn hot. Don't they know that the cold of the water and the hot of the day can and will shock your system severely?

And it's not good for the prawns either, I'm sure.

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 04:19:04 GMT

My wolf is Livana Lowell.
Take The Werewolf Name Generator today!
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Mon, 01 Oct 2007 18:33:28 GMT

Just got compared to Tickle Me Elmo on crack.

Erm.

Wtf.

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 19:25:58 GMT

So tired. Need sleep. Not happening.

Hate having to chose between sleep and studying.

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 14:55:53 GMT

I kindof want to buy a costume for Halloween, though I don't really have a reason to. I haven't done anything for it since.. well, for ages. I think the last time was when I was ten. Or before that. Nine. ..Unless we were talking about that one fateful costume party, then it was fifteen. But no more after that.

Tigerwoman? Deathly fairy? Lady pirate? Something like this? Hmm. Ideas, Ideas!

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 17:37:09 GMT

Stolen from Jitka.

1. Do you have a tattoo?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Fish?
5. Do you dream in colour?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Hipsters or Hillbillies?
8. How did we meet?
9. What's your philosophy on life and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like musicals?
13. What is your fondest memory of me?
14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
15. Would you cheat ?
16. What are you wearing?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?
21. What's your favorite day of the week?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. What was your first impression of me?
26. Have you ever done drugs?
27. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 14:52:52 GMT

I need a user picture. Any suggestions?

Putting off my memoir draft. Again. Due in T minus five hours and.. eight minutes. Or something.

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 12:28:15 GMT

Mm. Feel good. Sleepy, granted there was only a few hours of sleep there, bu I love it. But what the freakin' hell is up with my shoulder? It's been tense and slightly achy for about a week, enough that it doesn't feel food to even tip my head too far or too fast that way, or shift my shoulder around. Damn, damn. I need to destress. Or get a chiropractor. But hell, it hurts!

I don't want to be sore all week all over again. This is not the good sore!

Sun, 09 Sep 2007 07:51:50 GMT

Usually in the beginning heat of the late morning and afternoon and straight on into the evening and twilight hours, sound echoed ranscously through the apartment. The only times when Tessa could find peace came in the darkest hours of the night and the early morning when Aurora was just extending her rosy fingers of dawn in brilliant slashes of reds and oranges amid the lightening shades of blue into violet and on into the white of the clouds. She relished the times and spent precious hours upon the balcony overlooking the grassy space between the building and the one across from it in their little section of the city, where she would watch the few wayward residents and the few late night callers coming and going, a few of the latter sneaking around as though their visits were more than just a little social, some of them with articles of their clothes still in their hands.

It was a Saturday like any other, though there had been more parties over the week that she could count and that meant her roommates were gone out with their friends, like as not. It was not that Tessa had declined to go along with them, but it was more that they hadn't thought to toss an invite her way, which was just as well, she supposed, as she would likely have declined all the same. She had long decided that she would have likely have been the responsible one at such things, refusing the drink and probably being the wet blanket that lingered by the wall or hovered near her roommates if it was a party where she knew none of the other partygoers. It was the principle of the thing. Sure, she might have been able to have been the driver if the girls got too drunk, or to haul them out if there was trouble, but still, they knew how to call her.

It wasn't that she was unsocial or a loner - at least not willingly. She loved being around people, being like all humans a social creature. It was just.. at times she wasn't up for the crowds, the unknowns. Her shyness factor kicked in, so she hung back when others raced forward, pushing her aside and taking her place. It felt as if she never quite fit anywhere, not with any group anyway.

Either way, the night's festivities left the day loud and thick with excitement over the night's partying, but she had avoided it, staying in her room and trying to ignore the banter and laughter about what they would wear, the running footsteps of one girl going to the room of another to borrow shoes or a hair-straightener. In fact, the only time she ventured out of her room was about noon that day when there had been a brief slash of time where everything was quiet. That had been when she had snatched up a bowl of cereal that had turned out to have been the only meal of the day that she would have, for the girls came back from somewhere or another shortly after, and the racket began all over again.

She should have been working, and that was what she led the others to believe that she was doing - or would, if they had tossed a thought her way enough to have checked on her. But they didn't, so she didn't worry about. She should have been working, but she didn't do more than give that a passing glance, instead sleeping half the day and then lingering in front of her computer for the rest of the time.. Her buddy list was empty - or the few that had popped on had gone and stuck up an away message quickly enough - so she was left to her own devices. Surfing the 'net could only hold her attention for so long, so she paced. She prowled her room like a caged tiger, a straight line from the space at the foot of her bed right into her bathroom. It was only fifteen paces, but it seemed longer to her, then shorter, for she increased the ace and lengthened her step, crossing it in five before whirling again. Her step was light, but she wouldn't have cared either way if the poor person whose room she was above heard every one. Over and over, she paced, annoyance growing as the silence in the room stretched, became unbearable.

She could have turned on the radio.. put in a CD or something to have music. She longed for it, for something to break the silence.. but she didn't want it either. The silence was soothing, in an odd way, and she was partly reluctant to break it, though it made her mind race to fill the gap when she let it, and she wasn't liking what her mind came up with. Work she needed to do, clothes she wanted, a decent way to match the girls that were her roommates. Not to compete, just to catch up.

She wasn't ugly. She was rather pretty, and she knew that. But she was a tomboy, had always been so, so makeup was hardly a question. The few times that she tried it herself came out to be too much.. or not enough, so she went without. Oh, she had it, but she kept it locked in a drawer and hidden under her extra printer paper, for it mocked her at every turn.

But again, her insecurities kicked in. Even if she donned the face paint, what would that prove? What would that change? She was still a tomboy, probably would always be one. She was one of the guys, everyone's best friend, someone to vent to. An adviser at times, a keeper of secrets to others - she was the best at those, especially when no one bothered to pressure her for answers, since they rarely did. Even a packmule to a few.

She was a fighter, not a lover. But even as that, she was a little sister, a companion character. And she hated it. What could she do about it? Nothing. Nothing at all.

She stopped in midstride at that thought and cursed out loud. The sound was enough of a break in the silence to startle her out of her thoughts, so she flopped into her computer chair and snatched up her drink. And stared at the bottom of the empty bottle.

The apartment was quiet. She checked the clock -- 2:00 AM. That was good enough for her. So she summoned her energy and braved what lay behind her bedroom door.

The kitchen, here she came.

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 21:30:43 GMT

Wood type: holly
Length: 11½ inches
Core: Unicorn Hair

get your own wand!

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 03:18:28 GMT

You scored as Judge, You are a Judge Empath, one who is a "truthsayer". You can tell truth from lies, good from evil. You do not tolerate wrong doing. You are a defender of the good and the innocent. You are kind and merciful but do not play foolish games. (from "The Book of Storms" by Jad Alexander at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/)

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Judge

95%

Precog

90%

Universal

75%

Fallen Angel

75%

Artist

75%

Traveler

70%

Shaman

70%

Healer

60%

What Kind of Empath Are You?
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I needed to write. It's nothing much or anything good. Probably doesn't even make sense to anyone but me. Just move along. Have some comments, post away.

Tiredness wore on her like the old, threadbare coat that hung dutifully in the hall closet, just waiting for the next chilly morning's trek into the world outside. Yet there she sat propped up in her bed, staring at the ceiling instead of at the page of the book she had been forcing herself to read. She must have been doing so for over an hour, but she'd not gone more than five pages in that time, and at last it started to blur. She heaved a great sigh that came out with a low growl from somewhere deep in her chest, and the book sailed with great force across the room but landed on a pile of clothes where it would no mo damage. Not even rewarding with a satisfying thump, she folded her arms with a huff and glowered harder at the ceiling's smooth surface.

She was tired, but she wasn't. She felt as if she could lay there for hours on end. Listless, sapped of strength. Her features smoothed into a peaceful expression - or a blank one - depending on who would look upon her, for it took too much for her mind to maintain the narrowing of her eyes or the set of her mouth. But strangely it was not a physical weakness. It was simply a preference to do nothing. To lay quietly and just let the time pass until the remaining light shining between the closed blinds traded places with the darkness of the coming night. She was lonesome, and yet she felt that with one single cross word from another, that she would gain a new wind and launch at anyone with a low growl and a ready hand. Ready to rage. Ready to claw.

She found that to be funny. Not in the odd sense of the word, but then again not really in the 'haha' sense of it. Just.. funny. For lack of a better description. Was this what depression felt like? Or was she just going insane? She didn't even want to think about that, so she closed her eyes until her mind cleared of all thought. When her eyes fluttered open, she focused on nothing in particular and exhaled slowly, reveling in the blessed silence that filled the room. Eventually it lulled her to into a dreamless sleep that promised to refresh and alleviate her fears over her state of mind.

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 04:56:00 GMT

Your Score: Hieroglyphics

You scored

You are Egyptian Hieroglyphics! Monumental, ornate and even in technicolour! Your users contributed virtually all ancient knowledge on inks, dyes and writing surfaces - to the point where the popular reed of Papyrus became the universal name for organic, manufactured writing surfaces in the western hemisphere for thousands of years. Proud, upstanding and dignified.

Link: The Which Ancient Language Are You Test written by imipak on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 03:40:50 GMT

I love Ghost Hunters, I do. But that, and creepy movies all day, and a feeling of being watched in the dark make for a very unreasonably jumpy and not having-fun Jaz.

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 05:03:04 GMT

Find my LJ Mojo!

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 16:37:30 GMT

And now, for something completely different.

Hey, Mickey,
You're so fine.
You're so fine you blow my mind!
Hey, Mickey!

I'm so random lately. And Cammy-Jess, thanks for the mental image of Jaz as Clint Eastwood. I know have an urge to desc up Jaz a la whatever the movie is where he's stepping off the wood sidewalk into the dirt road in the middle of town, in the pauncho and cowboy hat. Lawman-style, since I can't say what it is.

Rowr.

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 16:24:51 GMT

What does one say when one's roommate has foing her clothes stolen out of the dryer that the dirl left unattended?

Yep, my roommate.

Kept me up past 2:30 AM Monday morning. When I had to get up at 6:30 for class. Mrr.

And.. is it bad that I cracked up as soon as she said it? She's this skinny, toothpick thing, and all i can think about are the big black girls trying to squeeze into her super XXXXXXS clothes ( yes, I exaggerate ) and trying to pass it off as their own.

Mwahaha.

I'm so bad.

God, I need sleep. Back to your normal insanity.

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 00:57:12 GMT

What the freakin' hell.

http://www.uberreview.com/2007/03/geek-couture-the-ultimate-geek-clothing-collection.htm/