-=Buckweet=- {Reflections on life what not}

[Buckweet]

Im not sure what I'll make out of this thread. But I know what mood Im in tonight. I am extremely ticked off with my classmates tonight. It probably isnt there fault- just a difference in geographical personalities.

Ive come to realize that a nice person that is nice in one part of the world can be considered a complete ass in another. As a personal example-- me. Im originally from jersey... I guess I should be more explicit. Im grew up in a lousy part of New Jersey in northeastern US. My home or should I say my parents home is smack in the middle of a urban hell (but it was home). My house was equidistant to 3 hospitals and four ploice stations. i.e. sirens were heard day or night. It may sound horrendous to some but it was home to me. It was not safe to walk aound by yourself after sundown unless you knew people. Otherwise you needed to move in large groups. Again, it may sound like a nightmare but it was home...and everyone :love: their home. I think I explained kind of enough to see where Im coming from. Now, dont get me wrong... I know what a nice area is like. A few towns out, in the suburban cities there are front lawns and trees and safer communities in general. So Jersey in whole is NOT like this. Ive lived in Greece for three years in some practically uncharted island where the island population is about 10,000. Where there a handful of grammar/high schools and the like. Anyway... now I live in Indiana wich is further out west and I go to grad school here.

Here is where my annoyance comes in. I am used to the way I grew up. Back home, life is more fast paced and mechanical in a way. I didnt realize this till I came here. There are a LOT of people and you dont have time to be curteous every darn minute. Every once in a while you hold open a door...at least the nice people do. For the most part the doors in and out of major stations and the like are always half closed cause someone is going though it. To get to my ranting point, out here Im considered an ass. Now I know I can be playful to the point of annoyingness and not really social but Im not an ass. I was always the nice guy back home. Out here its like that at all. I am around people who always..and way I say always...I mean always say "please" and "thank you" and "good morning" to complete strangers. I found this completely morbid first coming out here but I got used to it. Back in Jersey you did not say morning to a complete stranger. Even the grannies carry knives *shrugs*. Hey Im for cheery nice politeness. I loved it the first few months.

Fastforward to now. Im a lot more busy right now and I dont have the time to have those meaningless polite discussions. I come in and say a passing "hey" or "whats up" or wave or something. Now in my book these are consedered nice gestures. Aprently they are not. Over the past few days Ive been getting the distinct impression that Im rude. BUT IM NOT?????!!!! At least I dont think Im not. Im just as sarcastic and funny and witty with my ever famous one liners that I alwys had and am proud of polishing to perfection. So these other people I hang out with are born and bred to the more slow paced whatever you wanna call it. Im not saying these people are putses cause they are not and I consider them real close friends. Its just that Im much more suttle then them and they dont realize that Im being friendly. It is real confusing. Ive been the "hey are you alright man?" lines for a week now and thats whats ticking me off. I mean I felt fine. Ive been busy. When Im busy, jersey mode turns on out of instinct and I keep focused on what Im doing on at that moment. I guess as Im writing this I kinda can see how that may seem like I have a mean face on or I may be avoiding people. But on the other hand... *whips out fourth hand* :D .... I consider myself still poplite with my suttle nods and the like.

So this leaves me to tonight. I was in a general cheerful mood all day. I even did one of those playful mad dashes down the hall to catch an elevator. So I had my night class which no one likes and I get the "whats wrong comment" when I am in a chipper mood thinking about what I did today at work and how much I dont need to do tomorrow. So I get all bug eyed cause everyone is staring at me and give an innocent shrug and say Im fine.

i thought that was it...nope... once class was over in passing I say... "i finally got this (insert technical term) to work to work" and I smirked. I get this girl, who I consider a friend to turn around and say in a non challance way that "hey I had a busy day too but you dont see me complaing" ... But I wasnt complaing...I was making coversation!!!! GAAAAH!!!!!!

Ok, I think its out of my system and my friends want to go out for drinks sooo..... *cheers*


EDIT== I AAAAHHHH!!! HAAA!!!

Anxious.... that is what it is...my Jersey anxious instinct kicked in and they took it for angry rampage..... FAH!

[Buckweet]

Ok this is post # 1 plus a few hours. Ive cooled down considerably and my alcohol level is pretty damn high. My bed is looking real good. :) I think I should make a last minute note now that Im calmer.

I guess I was just ticked off, but I was not being paranoid. At the bar tonight, one of my friends told me that I came in to class (the late night one) all ticked off and I plopped down my stuff and I had looks that killed. I still think I was not ticked off. Its just the way I am. Sooner or later they will see the ticked off/angry buck and will understand that there is a clear difference. Until then, *shrugs*. I guess Im getting at that I shouldnt get ticked off cause people are different than me. I mean I am just as different to these weirdo's so I shouldnt be selfish :)

All in all, I should say Im lucky to have friends that care enough and have the guts to say...hey are you ok?


Reflecting...heeheee... forgive the pun... I see that I need to be a bit moe understanding. Of course my alcohol level is pretty damn high and I wont remember that I posted this...heehe.

Ok Im gigling off to bed. Tomorrow I have not so much to do and its the weekend coming up so I hopefully will be able to get some WoTW reading and post something real good...I have a couple ides...teehee.

Honorary toussel salute to my Aes Sedai who I havent seen in a bit. :toussel:

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Next Day. Im a lot calmer now. I still think I was only anxious last night. If anything the...you're upset thing was what made me upset.... Ok now Im confused :D

I actually had a tremendously productive day today and my boss will be gone for a week so... and to quote-

While the cat is away the mice shall play.

:D :D :D :D :D

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Ok, Im starting to see how these reflection threads are somewhat addicting. Its like talking to yourself or keepping a private journal. Except its not private at all.

*quickly looks over his shoulder*

Yea, so last night there was electrical problems in my complex. My friends downstairs have no heat (electrical) and neither do have the people here. There must have been some sort of power surge or something. My computer wasnt really working so I had to reset it. Hopefully no permanant damage.

So I invited 'em up cause they were blowing frost out of their mouths in the living room... haha... I have to laugh. Cruel to laugh but it is funny too.

Speaking of living situations, Im trying to decide how to live next year. I have 3 or 4 options. We are definitely moving b/c the heat in this complex is electric and most others supply oil heat for free. So there is the saver right there...Living alone has its obvious pros. But I grew up in a big family and I need the background noise and such. Living alone to me seems a littly creepy. So my options are with who I shoul live. .... One roommate s cool as hell but the other once is annoying as hell sometimes. Annoying in a serious way. He always is on the ps2 at the times Id like to play. Not to be selfish but me and my other roommate went halfzees on it and this one is the one playing it most of the time. Very selfish of him. He hasnt really paid for anything for the apt this whole year. He even knocked over a cheap lamp I got for the living room and broke the shade. As of yet our apt still looks like a crak whore house. There is no shade on it and I refuse to replace it out of principle. The other roommate is a lot quieter and carefree and he does his share of cleaning. Now, Im no clean freak..Im far from it...but we only have only so many dishes so they need to be done at least every other day.

Bah!! Im ranting again and I had such a good morning...Ok I need to make myself lunch.

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AAHHH!!!!

Its Sunday and Im awake before 9!! And didnt have to. :furious:
We were supposed to...scratch that we are going skiing again. We were supposed to meet at 8:30 but this one girl wants to come but doesnt have any skii pants so we have to wait till 10! for the sporting good store to open. Gah!! I found this out about 5 minutes ago :dozey: After I showered...after I put my stuffy thermals on.... after Im wide awake.. I could have had an hour and then some sleep more :cry:

On the pos. side of it..I guess I have time to crack my knuckles and slap some fools silly.

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Holy cow... It snowed soooo much today :D

Its started right before noon and stopped early afternoon and it dropped about a half a foot!!!

I went over to the next building for lunch, about a 2 min walk. By the time I got to the dining hall I had an inch of snow on my shoulders!!!

Im gonna build a snowman tonight!!!!!! =]

[Buckweet]

One thing an asshole will never be able to change no mater how much grief that person causes. They can not change the fact that it is friday =]

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Well, it's sunday. I've accomplished almost nothing today. Well not really true. I did do my laundry :grumbles: But that is more a pain in the ass than anything. I was going through my desk and cabinet cleaning it out in an almost spring cleaning sort of way. It turns out I am a pack rat. I have all sorts of junk. From movie stubs to old lighters. Hehe I even still have the lighter NF gave me at the Gathering of the Vibes :D

I guess I really am a pack rat :rolleyes: I also have spanking new watch I got for christmas that I sitll have not taken to the jewler to have the strap fitted to my bony wrist. Sorry bro!! :p

Im in a much better mood today than I was on Friday. If looks could kill I would have slaughtered all in my path. Im still upset a bit but nearly as much. :)

Soccer starts up again in two weeks and I am out of shape :( I need to start going to the gym again. *sigh* It just is that Im too tired to get up an hour earlier than I do (thats 7:30). And the irony there is that the games this semester are scheduled real late. Midnight games!!! Mid week no less! *shakes his fist at the captain* But I should really start runnung or something. I caught myself getting winded going up 2 flights of stairs with a load of laundry...not good. Maybe I'll quit smoking or something. That is something I shouldnt have started. I started smoking again after new years. Im real upset with myself with that. stupid stupid habbit. Worse yet, I started smoking my 'ol brand and Im hopelessly addicted. Last time I quit, I quit with a friend of mine. I have no such like this time. Almost all my friends...no no scratch that all but one are non-smokers and they just shrug at me and say "why not just quit". Non smokers cant rally understand how difficult it really is. :( And the fool who smokes will not quit anytime soon. His desk is near mine so whenever he goes for a smoke I join him and vice versa. :cry: If I dont quit I'll collapse on the soccer field. Hehe that would be funny.

Mmm... Im hungry. I was thinking about cake earlier and I can't get it out of my head. Im reallly craving some black forest cake.

*eats an apple instead*

Bah!

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Ok, It is official. Soccer is starting in a week from tomorrow. I seriously need to cut down on the stuff I eat. Im not overweight but I do hove a pot beer belly that I should realy just chop off with a cleaver.

The statement I am about to make I have thinking about non stop all week. Here goes...

I hereby give up cigarettes. I am officially of the tobacco wagon as of now. I had a cigarrete about 4 hours ago and I have been craving one and that made me realize how bad Ive been with this. I also vow to eat a bit healthier. Im getting old-"er". I cant munch on BK and chips and cookies like I used to. I need to watch myself cause there is history of disease in my family and I could end up with any combination of things.

:grumbles:

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Im a bit disappointed with myself :( I smoked a cigarette again. *weeps* I should have thrown the pack away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I guess I'll just end up finishing the pack then I'll quit. :grumbles:

On a side note, I had a real good lab day. No one will understand this (except maybe wendy *waves* :D ) but my intermediate crystallized right in the NMR tube.... WOOOHOOO
*does a back flip* . I've been trying to make this "stuff" and I kept getting weird results...then today *bam* I was ready to dump the junk out too..

Weird thing happened today. All winter Ive been indoors alot and it is ALWAYS cloudy out here in Indiana. I was sitting in the library at school printing out something and the sun peaked out in full force. All the blinds were open and it was late afternoon so the sun was glaringing in. It was very sudden and intense. Everyone shielded their eyes. One of my buds who as I write this is in an exam (good luck guys) was right by the window and he put up his hands shielding his eyes and he hissed "Bright light....bright light". Im dorky enough to catch the Gremlins movie reference. The librarian was adjusting the blinds and she was rolling with laughter when he said that...In fact everyone was. But it was weird to see the sun out. I went home soon after that and I guess Im finally noticing that the days are getting bigger again. WooT.

Yea so this has me wondering how pale I must be. Shameful cause I am Greek. I live in the heat and sun. I crave for it. Im so used to bitter cold that I was wearing a sweatshirt and fleece today cause it was a little "warm". (~about 25 degrees :p )

Also, me and my flatmate had it out a couple days ago but we are cool again now. All is good now.

My quote of the day-
"Today is a good day for science"
-Dexter from Dexter's Lab.

:D

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Wow, the past couple days have been freakishly warm. I actually wore shorts in February!! It was 50 degrees today. I even wore my shades :p .

Anyway, we had some more perspectives come and visit (Im sick of 'em :rolleyes: ) This batch looks more like they decided they are coming here and were more normal-- *whew*

I also went and saw - The Tempest - tonight. It was done in that style where 5 actors/actresses play multiple parts and dont dress up or anything. Im not a fan of this style and have seen it before. I prefer the make-up and the costumes and one role=one person :dozey: This one guy had some kind of speech impetement and was hard to understand cause he slurred. It sort of reminded me of the Seanchan. jajaja ... Although I'll admit that one actress had a very nice voice. She hummed and sung various tunes and wailed in a siren type way. It was very moving to hear. I liked that more than anything in the play.

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:cry: It's snowing outside. What is up with this weather....????

Yea so I get this phone call from my cousin yesterday from out of nowhere. I havent spoken to him in months and Im like "Hey." And then he is like "whats up cuz"... and then Im like "Good." Ok now repeat conversation except I say hey whats up...blah blah.. Except there wasnt any blah blah. Wow that was weird. Normally we are so talkative, mocking the family politics and what not. :( I hate it when there is that akward silence.

*shivers*

[Buckweet]

I was up late working on a project. I went home around 4:30 a.m. :grumbles:
I had to just do the "pop in" at a friend's birthday party and I felt real bad about it.

I had an epiphany right before I fell asleep...

Gradschool is a lot like leveling in Diablo II.
It is a painstaking process that gets you nowhere unless you get cowed in hell.

(I'll let that sit and fester all on its own :dozey: )

I get to present my presentation (redundant who caress..) in front of my boss as practice for the actual one I do for the department on Friday. Im more anxious to do a better job in the private run then the official run b/c I want to make a good impression.

T minus 45 minutes..... I could hurl from the lack of sleep and the anxiety.

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EDIT:

Out of respect Ive decided to supress this post.
Things are a lot calmer because it is a day later and I think what needed pointing out has been and thats as much as can be done.

*digs a hole a tosses a hatchet in it*

[Buckweet]

Ok. Tonight is game two of the new season.
We are going to kick some tail :D

WOOOO!!!!!!!

*puts on his game face and thumps his chest*

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:grumbles:

One of these days we WILL score. How humiliating is it when we haven't as a TEAM scored a single shot.
The sad thing is that we are oh so much better this year. :grumbles:

Well, my 3 weeks of hell is officially over and I have some time to relax and catch up. Spring Break and I will be working. :cry: Welcome to the real world :grumbles:

Once tomorrow is over...or should I say today I can start my binging.

:cheers:

[Buckweet]

Ok, normally these caps have dumb animal did you know's but this one got me thinking.

Snapple Fact #29

On average, a human being will spend 2 weeks kissing in his/her lifetime.

This made me whistle, I thought it would be more ;)
But it also reminded me of those other "this much of your life" facts

You are asleep 1/4 to 1/3 of your life. Well I say Fah! to that. Im concious only when Im awake (presumably :D ) And so I say sleeping is not part of my life. Im awake 100% of my life damnit :)

*****
Today WAS a good day for science
-Dexter from Dexters Lab

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Originally posted by Buckweet
*****
Today WAS a good day for science
-Dexter from Dexters Lab


Noooooooooooooooooo! This is taking forEVER!!!!!! What the heck!!!!!

Does the Happy Gilmore thing..

Go home!!!....... why dont you wanna go home!!!! Why the h%$# dont you want to go home!!!!!!!!!!


Im so bored cause of this, i'm actually developing my own language based solely on the shift number characters ~!@#$%^&*()_+

It's still in the works but it has promise =]

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Holy cow. I just had a real heart stopping experience.
It's like 1 in the morning here and Im watching armaggedon on cable and my rommmate's girlfriend knocks on the door and tells me that someone is here to see me.


Silly me gets out of bed and scurries to the door. The only person that I can think of looking for me at 1:00 am is this hot chiky neighbor friend of mine. No it was not her. It was a security officer.

sec- asked if I was [insert name].
me- yea (calm but curoious)
sec- Im with [apartment complex name] security
me- umm ok, is something wrong (still ok)
sec- It's about your car.
me- (grabs his chest and heaves)
....

It turned out they wanted to tell me about my car's licence plate frame being somewhat bent :confused: It's been like that all winter. Ive been waiting till it warmed up to fix.

Well I nearly had a heart attack. It turned out some nut was parked on the grass nearby and he left and went joyriding around the complex before he left or something.

It kinda funny. A cop can come to my door, I can be asked for by name. But the moment my baby(my car :D ) is mentioned my heart pounds and I get worried.

Im so materialistic it's disgusting. But on the other hand, that car is my biggest investment and the only thing I truly own.

[Buckweet]

:) Ever have justone of those happy days :)

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Yea today wasnt as much of a happy day. More like a hangout day. Fridays always seem to end up being like that. heh :D
I took like 5 breaks the whole day


~~is ashamed~~

Well... not too much ;)

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Yea so everywhere I go the past couple days all I hear is words on the war. Everyone has an opinion and everyone wants you to have their opinion.

I guess I have a unique perspective in this and that is why I have mixed feelings I guess. I am american born and raised, but I have lived abroad for a few years in high school. I hated it their and wanted to come back here at the time but as soon as I left I missed it too.

As far the operation: Iraqi Freedom : I have a few comments I need to release in no particular direction and maybe try to come to a conclusion as I type this.

1. I dont care what anyone calls it, in my mind and in my eyes I see war. I see the U.S. invading with a pre-emptive strike no less. It is a war and a bad one in that it does not have the official approval by congress. Our laws should have presidence and I hate this mock userpering of it.

2. A lot of people in the world have been and still are ptotesting this war. All for their own reasons. This bothers me a lot, b/c I can actually understand their reasoning. The fact that many americans are protestng this war as well makes me feel better, and only slightly at that. Out here where I am I am sourounded by pro-bush idiots for a lack of a better name. It warms my heart to see my home regioin (NYC) bust out a huge demenstration. I support them in their peaceful protest whole-heartedly.

3. I am not all against the war though. If this war took part a year ago, the mood of the world would be different then it is now. Back then we were still an injured lion and we were pittied by some. Our anger was justified and such. Now it has been over a year and a hlaf and we are not the injured lion anymore. Now we are the bulstering cowboys laying claim to our rite as a peace keeper to our war against terrorism.

4. All this talk that we are against terrorism is a hypocrytical load of bull. We for decades have been bullying and bribing nations with aid to gain their favor. We have been dispicable in some cases and in others unwelcomed true help. In this case I think we are being the terrorist. The "Shock & Awe" name speaks for itself. We are strikng fear into the iraqi people by demolishing their country. Oh... but wait ...we are promising aid to them too :rolleyes:

5. Many americans are bashing France and blaiming what we are doing on them. It is NOT their fault. The french government has a right to its own opinions and stances. France wanted to approach the sensitive situation with upmost caution. Because of that we were "forced" to go in without the UN's approval. Oh yea I can see the gun pointed at Bush's head that suggested it.

6. Bush Jr. has gone about this the wrong way. He is truly a war monger and so is the Brit- Tony Blare. It is horrible to see the gleem and joy in his eyes at what is going on.


Writing thi all out aimlessly has helped understand that Im against the war. I just feel fustrated that I can not do anything. It makes me mad :mad: to see a whole country demolished b/c we can do it. I pray for peace and I will light a candle tonight for the dead and those who have no home now b.c they are Sadam's brother or whatever.

I also pray that this does not become a third world war. An attack at this level with such reactions from all the nations in the world can not be good. all we need is a neighboring country to come to the aid of Iraqi and a cascade could be initiated. The russians have been really quiet on the affair and that in itself has me extremely worried. I could not blaim them for coming to teh aid of Iraq with the attitude of enough is enough.

May God protect us all save us from our own destruction.

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Soccer WOO WOO !!!!!

We are gong to win !!!!! :D :D :D



Well at least score :cry:

At least one... for the love of God plz!!!!!!!!!!!!

(We haven't scored a single goal since we made the team last semester) Heeehheeeeee


*shrugs*

WOOOWOO SOCCER :D :D :D

Green Day puts me in the mood :p

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*sigh* :cry: No scoring...and no win.

Ehh... no worries :D :D :D

It was soccer WOO WOO!!!
Yea So I have a REAL long day tomorrow. :(
I have to get up early and proctor for an exam at 7am!!!! I feel sorry for the freshman cause they have to actually think. I only have to be there. ;)
So Im actually try to get up and go to the gym before hand. Since I have to get up early I might as well go for it. Besides..."she" will be there :love:

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I liked that thread/post so much I put it here to :p

Makes you want to dance: Foo fighters - Superman
Makes you happy: Kiss - I wanna rock and roll all night
Reminds you of an ex-lover: Uncle Cracker
Reminds you of ex-friends: Eagles - Hotel California :D
Makes you cry: U2 - With or without you
Makes you laugh: Cartman - Khyles mom is a stupid bitch
Makes you ponder life: Firehouse - When I look into your eyes
You never want to hear again: The "new" cranberries *flees*
You once loved but got sick of: Oasis
You love by a band/artist you hate: Beasty Boyz - sabotage
You sheepishly admit to liking: Vitamin C - Graduation song
You'd do anything to see played live: Green Day!!!!! I will go damn it :)
Reminds you of your childhood: Green Day - Basket Case
Sums up your teenage years: Metallica - Enter Sandman
Most people like but you hate: nsync gah!
You love the lyrics of: Meatloaf - I'd do anything for love but I won't do that
You used to hate but now love: Police - Message in a bottle
Is best played in the car: Incubus - Drive ;)
You like to fall asleep to: Pink floyd - Dark Side of the moon
You like to wake up to: This is the song that never ends :D heehee
You like out of your parents record collection: Giannis Poulopoulos - To agalma ...great song
You love that you wouldn't know it if it wasn't for a friend: Everything Pink Floyd Thx Chris :)
You love the video more than the tune: That old one with barbie picking up ken in a toy car... hysterical video.
Is good to listen to while holding hands: U2 with or without you
Makes you think of sex: Enya (sp?)
You love to hear at clubs: Guns and Roses - Paradise City
Is not your "typical type" of style but you love anyway: Sheryl Crow - Im a bitch
Reminds you of your siblings: Guns and roses - November Rain & ACDC - Back in Black
Reminds you of the one you want but can't have: Rage Against the Machine - Ashes of the Fall. And anything else by Rage :(
You can sing really well: Chad Kroeger - Hero (woman love that)
Brings back most memories: Rage against the machine
You love which is from your favorite movie: Chad Kroeger - Hero
Most people hate but you love: Incubus - Pardon Me
Is in your head: Nine Days - If I am

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Grading sucks big monkey &@##$ !!!!!!

There is just so much of it -- gah!

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Long Island Ice T's are so evil. Just so damn evil :grumbles:

*holds head and eats grilled cheese*

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Sometimes I ponder on time available to us any any given moment.

Time is relative in its truest form.

When we are bored and have nothing to do, it can last forever. There is just so much of it at it lasts forever :(

When we are having fun, or more generally just real busy, time flies. It seems like you don't have enough time to accomplish anything. It can be real fustrating at times.

Too bad you can not save time when your bored or have nothing to do and save it in like a pouch or something. Save it for later :) When your real busy and you need that extra hour or even 5m inutes *bam*, just use your saved up time and take care of buisiness. I wonder what the supply & demand curve for such a thing would be :D It would probably be real expensive and what not. Unless the cheap out on cost of production. Save money in cutting costs on the stitching and fabric quality. And make the tassel come seperately. *ponders* That would make it cheap enough to sell in mass.

Ok that was plain silly but the hey. ;)

*hits submit button*

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I was downstairs hanging with my neighbors again :(
Im gonna miss them so much when they graduate :cry: They became real good friends of mine and they are leaving in less than a month.

Life sucks sometimes.

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Originally posted by Buckweet
Ok, normally these caps have dumb animal did you know's but this one got me thinking.

Snapple Fact #29

On average, a human being will spend 2 weeks kissing in his/her lifetime.

This made me whistle, I thought it would be more ;)
But it also reminded me of those other "this much of your life" facts

You are asleep 1/4 to 1/3 of your life. Well I say Fah! to that. Im concious only when Im awake (presumably :D ) And so I say sleeping is not part of my life. Im awake 100% of my life damnit :)

*****
Today WAS a good day for science
-Dexter from Dexters Lab


Yea so I just found out something diheartening about the snapple facts. According to a snapple fact.... 1 in 3 are false :( What kind of mind -f#$%^ is that? My whole universe just inverted on me. :cry: It's like finding out the sky isn't blue it's yellow. :cry: :cry: :cry:

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Well, my professor from hell assigned us this final project thing that is worth like 25 % our grade or something. I spent the whole day working on it :cry: Its pretty hard but manageable. Im having a real hard time with the stupid unix console.... fah!! Unix sux!!!! I dont care what you say!! It took me over an hour to figure out what I was doing wrong.

Porgramming in Fortran is lame!! :mad:

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Hmm Haven't said anything new here in some ime... :umm: Let's see. Oh I know... :D


Ok We were over my neighbors watching Xmen (in preperation for Friday...WooT!!) and we were just bs'ing a lot cause we have all seen the movie like a gazillion time. So anyway, I said something random and dumb (as usual and everyone stopped and looked at me and then proceeded to laugh hysterically ---success!!!)

Ok so I said this...

-You know... there are some astounding similarities between Ian McKellan (sp?) and Patrick Stewart.... They both have that attitude...

(someone random...) What attitude?


me> you know... (I stand up)

Ian Mckelllan is like...(said with accent) "You shall not pass!!!"
And... Patrick Stewart is like (said with accent yet again) "The line is drawn... Heaaaa!!"

For those of you going huh? ... We saw Star Trek -First Contact the nigh before.

Enough said ;)
Everyone was rolling, Im still giggling about it. I guess it's one of those had to be there things. :D

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*sigh*

Ok It is always the roomate that leaves the half a cup of water in the pitcher and I finish it, and he yells at me :furious: I fill up the damn thing EVERY day. What the hell. It's not like I put it back in the fridge empty!!


AAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yea ...so aparently I just found out that there has been a rumor going around the department that I like boys :eek:

Not only that but I actually went on a date with an undergrad :confused:

Part of me is angry at this.... "mess" and the other part cant stop laughing.

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~~Swings back into action~~

Im back and Im as loud and obnoxious as ever :D

**slams into a closed window*

Who keeps closing that :grumbles:

~~limps away~~

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In honor of the old .org site... I hereby save this text in personal memory of the site and all that it has braught me...good and bad.

Wotism...this is for you ;)


edit = I guess this needs a blurb... This is a satire call When the wheel Creaks written for the old .org site. I think it is hysterical and read it to this day...Enjoy :-D


Part 1 of 4

Writen by by Kim, Sam, and Ernest Rigg
Copyright © by Kim, Sam, and Ernest Rigg
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The myrddraal that called himself Shaidar Haran favored the assembled with an eyeless gaze of terror. Shaidar Haran was a myrddraal like no other. For one, he stood head and shoulders taller than any other myrddraal. He also had abilities unlike those of any other creature in existence--like being able to extinguish flows of the One Power... But why am I telling you this? If you had really wanted to know, you would have read the first 7 books. The only purpose of all these flashbacks is to make the books a thousand pages when they could really be half that. I guess I'll stop. Well, anyway, Shaidar Haran looked out upon the gathering and... They all wore masks of black silk, trying to hide their identities, but unsuccessfully. Through the rows of people, servants walked, moving jerkily, like marionettes. From outside the room he could hear the protests of the old servants, and his heart (such as it was) went out to them. It was not their fault. It seemed to be like this everywhere. As soon as you were secure in your job you would be stilled, or severed, or balefired, or replaced by machines. The myrddraal that called himself Shaidar Haran mentally shook itself. This line of thought was depressing. After one last sweep of his eyeless gaze, Shaidar Haran mounted the platform, and prepared to address the gathered darkfriends.
"Friends of the dark, I am pleased to see that so many of you received my summons. You do not know how hard it is to get the mailman to come to Shaul Ghul and pick up invitations. Of course, you gathered are the most powerful of darkfriends, dedicating your lives to serving the Great Lord of the Dark." At this point, a masked man slowly, hesitantly, raised his hand. Shaidar Haran gave him the GAZE. The man trembled, but slowly lifted his eyes from the floor. "Um, sir, is this Terisa's wedding to Geraden?"

Shaidar Haran once more GAZED at the man. "What took you so long to realize this wasn't a wedding?!!!"

"Well, you see, you're all dressed in black, and well, with that stiff collar I just sorta figured you were the minister. I wouldn't have mentioned it, but I couldn't see Terisa anywhere."

Shaidar's face showed a flash of annoyance. "Down the hall, third door on your right." The man bobbed his head and quickly left.

Looking on, another man raised his hand. "I believe I am in the correct place, however, in light," Everyone stared at him with menacing gazes, "pardon me, in dark of the recent mistake in finding the proper meeting room, I would like to make sure: this is where the artist formerly known as 'He who calls himself Prince Galad' is supposed to preform in concert, correct?"

Shaidar's face flashed even fiercer annoyance as he Gazed the gaze of fear at the man. "No, no, no! The Whitecloak reunion of '96 is up the hall, second door to your left."

Then two women stood up. One had the look of a fisher woman, the second was a tall Domani. The first one spoke "Then is this the hall meeting were we are finally going to decide what to do about Elaida?"

Shaidar's face was a mask of fury. "NOOOO!"

Another woman stood up. "Then is this the meeting were we decide how to crush the rebel tower?

Pointing to the fisher woman Shaidar intoned "You want the little tower's hall. Fourth door to your right." He pointed to the last. "You want the normal tower's hall. Fourth door to your left."

The women took their leave.

Shaidar Haran was infuriated, and he gave all the assembled the GAZE. "Now, is there anyone else who isn't here in hopes of becoming immortal and basking in the glory Great Lord of The Dark?" he asked, in a voice like snakes crawling in leaves.

One man raised his hand. On it he deftly balanced a plate, covered in crumbs. In his mouth was a fork. His voice had a strange slur to it, probably from talking around the fork. "I come here every year for the cheese cake," he said.

Shaidar Haran's face lit up with pleasure. "You like my cheese cake? You really do? I learned it from mom." Shaidar stepped down from the platform and approached the man. "The secret is in the preparation. If you let it ferment on the shores of Shaul Ghul for a few days it really adds flavor," was the last heard before Shaidar Haran led the man, nodding his head in agreement, from the room.

After a long while the room quieted once more. People looked up expectantly at the great platform, and to their astonishment saw a man standing on the dais. They released a gasp, sounding as if from one throat. "Ba'alzamon" the whisper went around. Soon it was a chant. "Zamon Zamon Zamon!" Then to the gathered disappointment, the man turned to them and said: "I'm not Ba'alzamon. I was just hoping I would be able to see the sign for the men's room if I got up here." With a start the man saw the sign and walked out of the room.

After an even longer wait the room filled with quiet chatter. A flash of light and sound like thunder filled the room, and on the dais stood a huge man, perhaps 10 feet tall. One of the assembled shouted to him "Why are you up there? You should be able to see the men's room sign over our heads."

The man upon the dais looked into the crowd. "Fools! I AM BA'ALZAMON!" Those in the room were shocked into silence. "I HAVE INSTRUCTIONS FOR YOU!!!" He waved his hand and the image of three equines appeared on the dais before him. "THIS ONE IN THE MIDDLE IS BELA. SHE MUST BE CAPTURED AND TURNED. BEWARE. SHE IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND PLAYED A PART IN THE DEATH OF ASMODEAN. SHE WILL NOT HESITATE BEFORE DISPOSING OF ANY OF YOU ONCE DISCOVERED." Ba'alzamon pointed to the other two. "THESE ARE MANDARB AND ALDIEB. BEWARE. THEY ARE IN LEAGUE WITH BELA AND TOGETHER THEY SEEM TO HAVE REDISCOVERED THE LOST TALENT OF HAY BANISHING AS WELL AS HAVING FOUND A WAY TO SUMMON FLIES TO PLACES THEY HAVE BEEN. THIS TALENT MUST BECOME MINE. FLIES ARE MUCH MORE PLENTIFUL THEN RAVENS. THEY ALSO MAY HAVE FOUND A STASIS BOX POSSIBLY CONTAINING OBJECTS USING THE THIRD HALF OF THE ONE POWER. THIS MUST ALSO BE BROUGHT TO ME." The instructions took well into the night, but elsewhere, more important plots were forming.



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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the city of Caemlyn. The wind was not the beginning . There are neither beginnings nor ending to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

Among the five women the wind blew causing their skirts to ruffle. Nynaeve gave the men across the room a scowl as she briefly caught a whiff of the wind. "It sometimes seems that all men are good for is breaking wind and making fools of themselves." Elayne and Aviendha nodded in agreement and muttered something about wool-headed sheep herders always finding a way to cause embarrassment.

"They're good for other things too," Min put in, "as long as you can get one of them alone." Birgitte gave a knowing grin and at that the three other women's cheeks crimsoned, Nynaeve's hand stroking a leather cord that hung at her neck in a familiar manner.

"What are you going to do?" Faile was addressing Min, and although she didn't say what about, the name seemed to hang in the air. Rand. He caused them so much trouble.

Then Elayne joined their huddle. "We have found a very sortable plan." She said. "I'm going to be green, so I will bond Rand. Aviendha will bond me, and Rand will bond Min. Now the only problem is trying to decide who gets him for tonight."

Faile began a laugh, thinking Elayne was joking, but quickly stifled it when she saw the serious look on her face. Shaking her head, Faile left the group. They were already to engrossed in conversation to notice.

"I get him tonight 'cause I called him a woolhead." said Min.

"So? I sniffed at him for no apparent reason, and I had my nose stuck in the air while I did it." said Elayne.

"That's nothing. I sniffed at him twice for no reason at all and once just to see him squirm while he tried to find out what he did wrong." said Aviendha.

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"... Anything you say Mat. I don't get it though. Why would you want me to send embassies to search for a foreign noble who can channel and is called the Daughter of the Nine Moons?"

"Because I am supposed to marry her. I already explained this to you."

"Yes, I know all that, but how do you know she is a noble who can channel?"

"O.K. Let me make it simple. It is a fact that I really dislike nobles and women who can channel, right?"

"I'm with you so far," Perrin nodded.

"And it's also a fact that the Creator made me a ta'veren simply for comic relief to balance out all this seriousness with you guys, right, the whole thing with Queen Tylin proves that, so just put two and two together. What's between your ears, wool?"

"Okay. I see it now. Let's move on to other matters." Perrin said before turning to Rand. "You know, we have to do something about these rumors of you killing Morgase."

At that point Mat, who had been fiddling with his dice cup, said "No we don't. Elayne will clear everything up."

Perrin smirked. "How would you know? You can't even raise Olver. He's acting just like you, and you blame it on Nalesean, but you can't anymore, 'cause he's dead."

Then, unexpectedly, Mat dropped his dice cup. He stood bolt up, and, in a voice like a robot's intoned "Morgase is not dead. She is coming here even as we speak. She has just escaped from the white cloak stronghold in Amador. She will marry Tallanvor, and Lini will perform the ceremony. The honeymoon will be in Master Gill's Inn's Stable's Hayloft. Olver is not who he seems. He is Gaidal Cain reborn. Birgitte the hunter is Birgitte the Hero. She will realize who Olver is, but will be to late to correct the past. Olver will still like her, because I have raised him to goggle at older women. Elayne is leading 1,700 kin to join Egwene. The kin can Channel. The dark one has gained a Gholam. Aran'gar and Osan'gar are forsaken, reborn of the opposite gender. Halima can channel Saidin, and is, in fact, Aran'gar. Alviarin is a dark friend. Moraine will come back from the dead and marry Thom. Siuan will marry Gareth Bryne. Logain will draw Callandor from the Heart of the Stone of Tear. The Seanchan have attacked and captured the Fortress of the Light. Bela killed Asmodean, who had been masquerading as Jasin Natael. Padan Fain is now Ordeith--a mixture of Fain, Mordeth, and The Black Wind. I am bonded to the horn of Valere. Gaidal Cain and Birgitte will be reunited when the horn is sounded. Rand will die on Shaul Ghul, but his killer will be balefired, and Rand will return. Nynaeve has married and will bond Lan. Elayne will throw a tantrum when she finds Rand already bonded to Alanna, then Elayne will bond Rand indirectly by bonding Alanna. The CREATOR is really the DARK ONE's split personality. Loial will write his story under the pen name Robert Jordan. Book Eight will be a New York Times Bestseller, brining in millions of dollars. Tarmon Gai'don will occur in book 13. The information Fel recovered was a complete text of all the skills of the Age of Legends, and how to use them. THIS I FORETELL!" Mat finished in a roar as he collapsed back into his chair.

When Mat looked back up at the table he was met by startled looks from all the others.

"Was that Mat?" asked Rand, "the old Tongue?"

"What? Uh, did I say something?" replied Mat.

"Nevermind," said Rand, "Let's go over there," he said pointing toward the women in the corner, "and ask them if they want to join us for dinner. Come on, it's my treat."

Mat looked around the room, and then muttered to himself "Bloody holes in my flaming memory. Why can't I remember?"



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"All right." The man who called himself Rob said. "Now, CREATOR, it's your turn.

"GOOD. I WANT MY TA'VEREN TO MOUNT AN ASSAULT AGAINST ONE OF THE DARK ONE'S FORSAKEN."

"Okay. DARK ONE, role for initiative.

"I GOT A FOURTEEN."

"CREATOR? What did you get?"

"A TWELVE."

"Oh, that's to bad. You can't continue your attack until the DARK ONE's turn."

"OH, MAN."

"Lord of Chaos, your turn now."

"I WANT TO HAVE SOMETHING SURPRISING HAPPEN. CAN I ROLL FOR CHAOS?"

"All right. Make your roll." Chaos rolled his dice and no one said anything when they bounced and spun on their corners in a very suspicious way. For the other players it was more surprising when they didn't.

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Back on Randland, a sudden storm sprung up, filling most of the sea. The Seanchan fleet continued into the heart of the storm, all seventy of their remaining ships. After their long voyage, only one sank, and, due to the commander's excellent navigation, land was in sight. In fact, they hadn't been blown off course at all. Ever since the commander had been hit by that strange lightning months ago, his sense of direction was as accurate as the stars.

The city was right were it should be, jutting out from the coast. This time, Falme would be theirs. Without hesitating, the command to attack was given. Lightning bolts shattered the ground, while fireballs seared the skies. The Sul'dam did their work well. The attacks were coordinated so that within an hour, every part of the city had been hit. The vessels took port, and, much to their amusement, found only a single survivor. The commander ordered the man to speak, and jerked him to his feet when he failed to do so. Finally the man spoke. "Welcome to Seanchan," he said, "I hope your stay will be enjoyable." With that the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and, in the silence that consumed all noise his death rattle echoed throughout the once fine city.



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"Wow. That was pretty chaotic."

"THANK YOU."

"DARK ONE, your turn."

"I WANT TO HAVE ONE OF MY FORSAKEN ORDER A GREYMAN, NO, THREE GREYMEN, TO ATTACK ONE OF THE CREATOR'S TA'VEREN."

"All right, roll."

"I GOT A TWELVE!"

"Sorry. One of the greymen killed some Aiel. The second and third made it into the ta'veren's bedchamber before they were balefired."

"THAT'S NO FAIR!"

"If it's any consolation, Rand will have an ache in his side for a few hours. Now that the DARK ONE's turn is over, you may continue your ta'veren's attack now, CREATOR."

"GOOD. I WANT TO...."

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Mat suddenly sat up from his game of snakes and foxes. He did not notice Olver's startled look, nor would he have cared if he had. "Blood and Ashes." he murmured. "Why do these bloody dice keep rolling in my head?"



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It was hot in the great dining hall of the royal palace of Caemlyn. Then again, it was hot pretty much everywhere. Elayne and Nynaeve had brought back a large crystal bowl that was supposed to Heal the weather, but when they channeled flows of spirit and water into it all it ever did was make its contents disappear in a gurgling swirl of water. Rand didn't think it would ever Heal anything, but it made a good enough chamber pot.

Rand was just as hot as everyone else, but it didn't show. Not one drop of sweat showed on his face or the faces of anyone at his table. Today was a special occasion. He had gathered all of his friends in celebration of the death of Sammael. Everyone he trusted was there with him--Perrin, Mat, Egwene (who was taking comp time from being Amyrlin Seat), Elayne, Min, Aviendha, Faile, Nynaeve and Lan along with the normal honor guard of Aiel Maidens that accompanied the Dragon Reborn.

Just as he was raising his glass to give a toast to himself as always, he was interrupted by noises from a loud scuffle just outside of the doors. Just when everything quieted down outside, the two great gilded doors burst open. Through them he could see two neat piles of Royal guards at either side of the entrance... and coming through between them was the last person he expected to see.

"No need for alarm," said Rand as he glanced at all the veiled Maidens, "Moraine, what are you doing here? I thought you were dead."

"You know that nothing can keep me from my cause--not even death. You are in great danger... One that is great enough for the Creator to bring me back from my grave." she gasped as she quickly approached the table. Rand saw for the first time the large bag that she was carrying over her shoulder.

Moraine briefly channeled flows of air to clear the table and proceeded to dump out the contents of the sack while saying, "We've got a major problem." Everyone gasped in horror as they realized what it was they saw. Disks. Black and white, the size of a man's fist. Each with a sinuous line separating the two teardrops. What came as a shock was that there were fourteen of them in all... And each one was spider-webbed with cracks as if they had broken and been carefully reassembled.

"FOURTEEN!" Egwene exclaimed with pure shock, "There were supposed to be only seven! What is wrong and why isn't the Dark One standing here among us if they're all broken?"

"There were only seven seals in the first five books of this series" Moraine replied, "Somewhere in the last few books Robert Jordan lost track of how many there were and where they were. Now they're turning up all over the place. I think I've found all that exist."

"What's holding them together?" Rand broke in.

At that, Moraine picked up one of the seals and turned it over. On it's back it was the mirror image of the front except for narrow silvery strips covering all the cracks. "It's duct tape," Moraine replied, "but even that can't hold the Dark One at bay forever."

"Wait a minute," Perrin interrupted. "Look closely at this one. It's different." A closer look revealed to everyone that that particular disc had one small dot centered in each teardrop. Each dot was the opposite color of the teardrop in it's background. "Half of them are like this," he continued as he scanned the others.

"That's not the ancient symbol for Aes Sedai," Nynaeve mumbled, "I've never seen anything like them."

"Um, I guess I made a mistake," Moraine said while making a close study of her feet, "I think I'll go now." She headed back the way she came, but began to slowly fade like a ghost. She had disappeared completely before reaching the doorway.



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Bob stared intently at what was hidden from the rest of the players behind his cardboard stand. He gave nothing away by his features, and after a moment's pause he addressed the DARK ONE.

"Your decoys scared the shit out of the Damodred woman, but in the end it failed. MORDETH, your turn."



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"Now that was really quite interesting," Rand commented while the others returned to their seats, "Sulin, why don't you take these seals to the treasure chamber. And while you're at it you can ask Hal, the chief librarian, if he can dig anything up on these strangely altered Aes Sedai seals."

Sulin looked at Rand for the first time that night with icy contempt. "Don't you think that's too risky? Maybe you should send for a Thunder Walker instead, or maybe a Stone Dog."

Rand turned around to give her a frown, but she was already out the door with the bag of seals over her shoulder. Rand quickly surveyed the room and found all eyes on him, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "Could you please pass the potato salad?"

Taking his precedent, everyone in the room returned their attention to their plates and conversations. Rand had just remembered that toast he was going to give a while back, and raised his glass once more, but was forestalled by a noise at the doors.

"Hello, is anyone left alive in there?" came the voice of Del, an asha'man newly raised to Dedicated, as he stepped over the still bodies of the unconscious guards. "I have important news for the Dragon Reborn."

"Yes Del, we're in here. Is your news more important than the Lord Dragon's dinner?"

"Yes it is my lord," Del replied hastily, "I would have come sooner if I could have, especially if I had known you were having a party without me." Del gave the fallen guards one last look as he approached the foot of the long table.

"Well, out with it Del. What's this important news of yours?" inquired Perrin over his half raised fork.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." For not the first time Mat wondered to himself over the sanity of Rand's asha'man. "I was down at the docks and I saw the most horrifying thing..."

"Yes I know," cut in Rand, "They're bubbles of evil that come up from Shayol Ghul like methane bubbles in a bog until they attach themselves to the Pattern and burst. I call them miasmas. There beginning to show up everywhere. It won't be long now before the Dark One walks among us."

"Yes, I know," Del's voice broke Rand out of his brief reminiscing, "I know what a miasma is, and that's not what I saw... Well, actually I did see a miasma, but that's not what was so terrible... The miasma was actually rather thrilling. The horrible thing was behind the miasma and a little to the side." Del noticed the curious looks on the faces of the dinner party and hurried on. "I saw a great ship approaching from down-river. It was bigger than even a Sea Folk raker, and made entirely of steel. What's more is it didn't have a mast or sail or oar, but it frothed through the water as if the Dark One himself was pushing it. When it docked, the gang-plank extended by itself and I sensed no channeling."

"We must find out the intentions of this obviously foreign craft," Perrin spoke up, "if we are to believe even half of what Del says."

"Um, sir, I do believe that I already know their intentions." Del stammered.

"Well, go on then, don't hold back. Let's hear it," Mat demanded.

"Well, it's like this. When the plank lowered a group of men wearing clothes like none I've ever seen and all carrying strange short metal clubs stepped off. Their leader came to me and said that he claimed this land from the Aryth Ocean to the Aiel Waste as a possession of Shara."

"That's nothing," Rand interjected, "No more than two weeks ago some strange man sailed up and claimed it in the name of some country called Spain. I gave the fool some gold and spices and told him to be off, but all he did is grin and repeat, 'I was right. They didn't believe me, but I was right'."

"But that's just the thing Lord Dragon," broke in Del, "this guy didn't claim it in the name of Shara. He claimed it as a possession of Shara, but in the name of his prophesied leader 'He who Bathes with Twilight'. He said that 'He who Bathes with Twilight' is a resident of these parts."

"All these flaming prophesies," exclaimed Rand, "and each one keeps getting more and more personal! Well you can just go back and tell them that I don't need their 'claim'. I can bloody well claim this land on my own. And tell them that I will expect them to start sending me their fastest boats full of armed soldiers. It's about time the Dragon Reborn had a navy."

"Um, sir, the Sharan at the dock gave me this," Del replied as he fished a rectangular device out of his pocket. "He said it will allow you to communicate with him directly. All you do is push the red circle and talk into it. It must be a ter'angreal of some sort."

"Give that here," stammered Rand as he reached for the device. Pressing the red button he yelled into it. "Now you hear this, I want you to march right back to Shara and bring back as many..."

"Now you hear this," came a voice out of the rectangle, "you will meet our embassy in the central courtyard of your palace in five minutes. That will be all , thank you."

Rand's face reddened and his knuckles whitened on the Dragon Scepter. "We might as well hear them out. They probably want to make sure I won't destroy all of their people before Tarmon Gai'don. Come on."

As the party entered the courtyard, they gasped as they saw a huge flying beast approaching. It could have been a biteme if bitemes were ten spans across with wings that swirled around in a circle and made noise enough to raise the dead.

The beast came closer to land on the stone paved walk in the center of the courtyard, and Rand saw that it was really some sort of flying carriage that contained people. As men began to climb out Rand noticed the 'short metal clubs' they were holding. "Sho-wings, shocklances?" Rand muttered, receiving questioning glances from his companions. He had to keep a tighter reign on his thoughts. Lews Therin's memories had a way of mixing with his own, but these were his. Something that he had seen once in a ter'angreal in Rhuidean.

"Welcome to Caemlyn," Rand greeted as the men came nearer. "As you can see, I don't need your help to claim land. What I do need is..." Rand trailed off as the group of men walked straight past him... to Mat. "Wait a minute. I'm the Dragon Reborn. You know, the one you're looking for."

One of the men in the center of the circle muttered something to the man walking beside him in what sounded like the Old Tongue.

"He says that we seek 'He who Bathes with Twilight'. The Dragon Reborn is no concern of ours. Please be silent."

The unarmed man turned addressing Mat, "Our prophesies say that He who Bathes with twilight will twice be marked." One of the armed men aimed his shocklance at Rand when he pulled up his sleeves and began waving his twin dragons in the air. "The first mark is said to be a spear with an engraving in our language. I see you are in possession of it. I assume you have the other as well?"

"You wouldn't mean this?" Mat asked as he lifted his fox head medallion out of his shirt.

"The prophesies do not lie," replied the unarmed man before addressing his compatriot who was clearly the leader of the group of men.

Mat was truly astonished when the group of men gave a regal salute and began shouting in the Old Tongue. "All hail He who Bathes with Twilight. All hail the Aardvark Reborn."

"The Aardvark Reborn?" Mat looked confused, "What is that supposed to be?"

The leader of the Sharans gasped, "You speak the Old Tongue? We had anticipated the need of an interpreter. I guess we were wrong. The Aardvark was the King of Manetheren in it's Golden Age. He was The Great Savior of Peace, and in his free time, The Great Weaver of Carpets. His last words on his deathbed were, 'Fear not. Should I die, I will return, as I have not woven my last rug yet. ... Doctor, what are those leeches for? ... I know they draw bad blood out, but do you need so many? ... Yes, I know, but an entire bath tub full? ... Oh, all right. ... Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch Ouch Ouch OuchOuchOuchouchouchouch.... OUCH!'"

"No, that's not what I meant," Mat said, "What is an Aardvark?"

"Oh, I misunderstood. Well, and Aardvark is kind of a large rodent type of thing. My men brought the Aardvark banner; I can show you when we take you back to our Carrier."

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At this point Rand was practically fuming at having been ignored all this time. "Mat what are they saying? You speak the Old Tongue."

"They say that I am prophesied to bring peace to their land as I did in the Golden Age of Manetheren. That and also to weave the greatest carpets in the world. They want to take me back to Shara."

"I'm sorry but I won't let you go." Rand replied, "I need you here with me."

The Sharan interpreter exchanged a few words with the armed escort and they promptly aimed their shocklances at Rand's head.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I can wrap you all in air and throw you out with yesterday's trash," Rand said sardonically as he reached into his pocket brushing the fat man angreal." Moments passed and a worried look passed over Rand's face. Mat felt the air cool around him and his fox head medallion grew cold. "How can that be? My flows just dissolve around you. This can't be happening."

Once again the interpreter had a few words with the apparent leader and turned to Rand. "He says that he is using an old Jedi mind trick on you. You see, in his mind, he doesn't believe in channeling. Therefore it doesn't effect him. Shara has been without channelling since the Breaking of the World because of this trick. Damn third-world countries. It's amazing you survived the Breaking."

"Then this is totally worthless?" asked Mat fingering his medallion.

"Pretty much," the leader of the Sharans replied. "The only reason that it works is because you believe it does. Channeling still won't effect you even if you don't wear it as long as that's what you believe. It's just a placebo. Now if you don't mind, will you accompany us to your ship?"

"I suppose." Mat was still in shock, but he followed the men back to the Sho-wing anyway. "By the way, who are you? I mean, what do I call you?"

"I am the head of foreign relations to Shara," the man replied. "You can call me Goran di muer'ni. That is my official title."

Mat stopped dead in his tracks and gave the ambassador a startled look. "But in the Old Tongue doesn't that translate to 'Daughter of the Nine Moons'?"

"That is one possible translation," the ambassador said, "you see, goran means daughter, but it also means hunter. It's called a homonym. They occur frequently in the Old Tongue. I am called the Hunter of the Nine Moons."

"Blood and bloody ashes," Mat exclaimed, "Well, I should have figured it out when I realized that women didn't satisfy me." He should have first realized it back when he and Rand and Perrin would go swimming in the Waterwood and he would get tingles up his spine when they took their clothes off. Mat mourned silently once again for the loss of Nalesean. They had had such wonderful times when they were together. He remembered when Nalesean would wrap himself up in a big red ribbon and nothing else and wait and hide...

"What should you have known?" asked the ambassador, interrupting Mat's train of thought.

"Last year I entered a ter'angreal, and the owners of it told me I was fated to marry the Daughter of the Nine Moons--Goran di muer'ni--The owners of the ter'angreal spoke in the Old Tongue."

The ambassador gave an astonished look and then squinted as if he vaguely recognized Mat from somewhere. "Pooky-Bear, is that you?" he asked.

Mat jaw dropped as he responded to the familiar name. "Love-Button. I thought you were just a recurring dream I had."

"That's what I thought too," whispered the ambassador as he rushed to give Mat an affectionate embrace.




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Rand blinked again as the Sho-Wing took flight and it disappeared into the distance with Mat in it. I would go to Shayol Gul and dance the Sa'sara while swearing allegiance to the Dark One to have understood what just went on back there, he thought to himself. Shaking his head he started back to the palace muttering about other peoples secrets.



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The Watcher stared intently as the figures below progressed without ever seeing him, and thought not for the first time that he sure was lucky to be transsexual and able to harness the third half of the One Power. That enabled him to use flows completely invisible to everyone but him.

A voice rose from below. A voice that rang of power that only the Watcher himself could surpass. It was the voice of Bob.

"Chalk one up for CHAOS."

...And the Lord said 'build them an empire, and they will come'
and it was done with the speed and grace of a duck-billed platypus...
and Judgment came down to the people from on high and all bowed down
'cept for one lone figure standing firm through it all,
single finger raised in salute while saying "Go away!"
... and it was so

Fragments from the Legends
of the Light-- by Siram ki
Venin BadgersNose
the Fourth Age circa 457 ade.

[Buckweet]

Pain. Owey. Booboo. Ugh. Strain.


I got a racket ball in the cheek. I may have a black eye in the morning.... :shattered

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I'm pretty wasted right about now. :blush:

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WooT!!!!!


My Goof ball friend is getting married tommorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WooT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D

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Alas I am back out in the middle of the boonies :cry:
Part of me actually missed this little ol' place. It's home! And I don't have my parents trying to tell me what to do! It goes to show you that parents will always treat you like a child. Well, I do have the heart of a child but nye :p

On a side note, HULK is coming out this friday!!! Im almost as excited as I was with spiderman!!! :D I think the CGI is real good, despite what people say. I'd rather the HULK to look like that than a bodybuilder with spraypainted skin :rolleyes: I mean wtf??? The original comic has him leaping about and chucking tanks. *gets goose bumps*

[Buckweet]

To sleep.

Perchance to dream

ay, there's the rub

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Just so you all know, my roommate was blasting his base speakers the other night :dozey: Mind you his computer desk is right up against our shared wall....

*yawns* I havent gotten much sleep since he got back for the summer. He wakes up at noon, and is up late every night playing video games. Part of me is envious but the other wants to msother him with a pillow :D

He is just taking one class this summer session and thats it. He is supposedly doing research to but it doesnt look like it to me :mad:

There goes the base again.... *yawns*

To sleep, per chance to dream... ay there is the rub.


while Im here, I might as well say that I found out the other roommate is getting married :D :D :D He asked me to be his best man. :cry: Im so happy for him...Im going to get him so smashed in chicago in the fall. I guess Im responsible for the bachelor party.... :hmmm :umm:... :blush:

[Buckweet]

I'd say double post but Im the only poster here :D

I just finished Feist's "Krondor - the betrayal"
very good book. I wasn't big on Feist but I will give him another chance.

Anyway, Im posting b/c one line from the whole book stood out for me. This rarely happens and I dont want to forget it so...


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Owyn - "You two sound almost fond of each other."
Gorath- " Of course. Friends can betray you, but with an old enemy, you know where you stand"
Owyn - "I never thought of it that way"

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Yea... I'm going to florida this weekend till the following weekend. I could use the vacation away from everything.... my new home, my old home, my school/work and even wotism.

I can not tolerate crap anymore and the stress is building.

tata

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Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
...oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
........oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......
................oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.


My second hard drive died on me :cry:
all my music, my movies, emulaors and important documents were on that thing :cry:

My beautiful mp3 collection..... :cry: all gone... for ever :cry:

:furious:

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Yay Im back from sunny florida.

I must say that it is quite nice there :D I have this real sexy tan now and am soooooooooooooo relaxed :cool:
*reclines and puts his feet up*
Nothing can piss me off even if it tried :)

To top it all off, my beautiful mp3 collection is recovered!!!!

I came back and booted my computer and my second hard drive spun up and recognized :D :D :D

I immediately transfered over the whole damn folder (about 4 gigs) of my so missed music. :cry: Im so happy I dont have to download it all over again.

I cant believe how dark I got. I didnt really notice until I went in today and saw how white and psty everyone else :rolleyes:

I even got a souvenier shirt of the trip :)
Im going to wear it tomorrow and rub in everyone's faces :p

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Today was a really long work day but I dont care!!!! :D

Im still so relxed and mellow from my trip. Life is good :cool:

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Friday.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D

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Wed. stink. :p