I'm just gonna leave these here. Holy fuck, these people are scary. My only consolation is that since these... people are Christian (allegedly, at least), they're all going straight to hell. (And here's where I'm specifically not going to rant about proselytizing/trying to convert people and how much I loathe it and want to punch people for it. Moving on!)

Also, from a comment on a post in sf_drama: Not that I'm an expert on this subject, but Kali definitely seems to fall into the "Any Attention Is Bad Attention" category of deities, right up there with, say, Loki or Hades.

*snort* Okay, I'm not an expert either, but isn't Hades pretty chill? Like, he's only got the one Dude, Not Cool moment that I know of, which is like ridiculously low for Greek deities. And I know even less about Kali, so I can't comment, other than I'm pretty sure this epic eye roll I'm doing right now is deserved. And of course Loki is in this comment! I mean, everyone knows he's totes Satan in disguise, right? Pfffhaha.

I've seen this whole "Oh noes! Don't even look at [deity] the wrong way or THEY'LL EAT YOU NOOOOOOO" stuff before, and it's some seriously bizarre bullshit. It's usually trickster types and death-related deities which get this, and I can kind of understand why some idiotspeople react that way, but seriously? First of all, they're just doing their thing like everybody else (I mean really, is there a bunch of, say, Poseidon hate because sharks are omgmean? Not that I've ever seen.). Second, and probably more important, you probably don't want to seriously piss off ANY deities by that logic. I personally am waaaaaay more skittish about the head dude-types like Zeus and Odin (and their wives! Their wives are scary as hell!). They're WAY easier to piss off, and being the head dudes, are more likely to get away with whatever extremely unpleasant thing they do to you. (And don't EVEN piss off the Christian god. Just... don't go there, man.) Death-type deities, from what I've seen, are usually pretty laid-back. And tricksters? Well, they're tricksters, y'all; were you expecting them to be all huggy and unambiguous? Where's the fun in that?! I mean what And don't even get me started on how important trickster figures are; we'd be here all day, and this is already long.

tl;dr-- Life is not all fluffy bunnies, and neither are your deities and pantheons. Get over it or go home.

Dear Universe,

SDGKJSDFKL;JASDLK;JSDGSDSDFLKJFD;KLJSDFKL;FASD But then on the other hand, O;ADIHGADFKL;GNADFK;LNGAEKL;GTNWEKL'NAGL'NKVASD And furthermore AEKGJHASDJK;HG;ASDJKHJKLSDHJKLHSDGHKJSDGSD;KGHSDAJKHGSKL;HG;SDKLHGKL;SDHKL;JENGFKLSDNGKLNASDGNKLKL;NSDG In conclusion, [censored].

Thank you for your time and consideration,
This One Over Here

P.S.-- I still want a ponymotorcycle. Would you be willing to trade one for this breakdown I've been having? It's not in my size, and the color's all wrong.

Short version: whatever you expect to happen.

Slightly longer version: If you believe in the Christian heaven/hell and such, you'll end up there. If you believe in reincarnation, you'll reincarnate. If you're an atheist, nothing happens. But yeah, I tend to think you'll end up more or less where you're planning/expecting/hoping to go. I also tend to think... or at least hope that you'll also be able to see loved ones who have gone to different afterlives.

And I have no idea what agnostics get to do. Spin the wheel, maybe? I'd like to buy a vowel...

Velma: You're one sixteenth Wiccan! You're the only one who can read the spell!

...Yeah, that's not how that works.

Ugh. Just ugh.

So, Emily and I had planned to hang out today. You know, get together, watch a movie or something, and eat some cake in honor of Singles Awareness Day (she has a boyfriend, but he's working today). Great, right? Well, no, not quite. See, in my excitement, I managed to forget that Emily is notorious for not following through on plans. Basically, if you go out of your way to make arrangements, she won't show up. Which would be less offensive if she would actually tell you she couldn't make it. But no. I had to call her, only to hear "whoops my grandmother wants to do something, sorry." But hey, Emily's family is batshit insane, so you can't really argue with them. So, not the worst thing ever.

But. Then I realized something. A large percentage of my friends do this to me. I can think of a small handful who haven't, and they probably just haven't had a chance to do so yet. I think I must be the backup plan friend or something. I mean, I don't have a problem with people being busy and having other things to do. That's called life. But when it's a pretty constant pattern, and you won't even tell me you can't make it, I can't really help feeling like I'm the only one placing any value on the friendship.

And if anybody actually reads this and is wondering if I'm talking about you, well. Have you repeatedly made plans with me and cancelled without warning or telling me? If you've had to cancel, but you did tell me, I'm not talking about you (I know this is for at least one person on here). If you actually hang out with me when you say you're going to, I'm not talking about you. If maybe you've done this once or twice, I'm not talking about you, but for god/dess/es/whatever's sake tell me when you have to cancel. I don't even care what the reason is, I just need to know if something's come up. I might be kinda sad if you have to cancel, but it's much better than not telling me and thinking I won't notice or whatever. Then if you keep doing that, I'm gonna end up thinking you're ditching me. And hey, if you don't wanna hang out with me? Don't fucking make plans to hang out with me. Just say you can't. I may not catch on that you don't want to hang out with me, but at least you won't be forced to spend time with me, right?

If you are, or think you are, one of the people I'm talking about, and would like to know how to "fix it" or whatever? All you have to do is tell me something's come up. Don't wait for me to come find you, put on your grown-up underwear and let me know. And if you've been doing this to someone else? Same fucking thing. It really isn't that hard to do, and leaving people in the lurch like that is not only extremely rude, but it makes the person you're doing it to feel like you don't actually like them or want to spend time with them.

It's pretty sad that the only person who wants to hang out with me today is my mom. (I love my mom, but I'm just saying.) Well, she and I are gonna get some Chinese food and eat a VDay cake! And I'm gonna play video games.

Happy motherfucking Valentine's Day.

EDIT: Fffffff, bahahahahahahaha. Okay, so apparently all I needed to do was complain about it. Emily just called and said she's coming over in a bit. Working the card section of Walmart on Valentine's Day gave her a headache (gee, how shocking), which she used to get out of the plans with her grandmother. So once she's gotten it to calm down/let the pain meds kick in, she's gonna come over and play video games or whatever. It seems Emily only shows up when you don't expect her, lawls.

An 8-10 page paper. A 3-4 page paper. A 1-2 page paper. A 5 minute presentation. A chapter test. All of these are this week. Oh good goddamn.


But at least I have chickena Scarecrow icon.

This is another post that probably won't make any sense, but in a different way.
( Cut for philosophical/quasi-religious musings aka teal deer )

Hamlet is officially nicknamed HamHam. Or Hamtaro. The play is now known as Green Eggs and Hamlet. I am now known as a crazy person, aussi.

Je veux dormir, mais ce n'est pas possible. Parce que les ananas ne parlent pas. C'est vrai. Tout les ananas. Ils ne parlent pas. Merci Ananas, merci. Je ne sais pas si ma francais est bien ou mal. C'est plus tard.

(NOTE: I am tres desolee about the lack of accents in this post, but I'm too lazy to figure it out at this very moment. *shrug*)

Yo soy una Studentin. Ich kenne ein bisschen Allemand. J'ai oublie most of my espanol. Je suis triste. I should be writing. My paper, that is. Bien sur. Alors. Alors.

My name is Lucille, and I know how you feel. :D

Konnichi wa! !Hola! Bonjour! Guten Abend! Sup y'all?

Apparently, HamHam's crazy is contagious. I have no idea what the hell this post is about, sorry. Ich kenne nicht. The door is open. I have quite a bit of outline, as well as some actual paper-text. Perhaps I should go to bed. Hmm. Never gonna give you up/ Never gonna let you down/ Never gonna run around/ And desert you

I think when I'm not paper writing, I'ma writing some crazy!fic, probably of the orig fic variety. I do think the Doc (no I haven't talked about that character or what he's from on here before, don't worry) needs some fleshing out. Or some fleshing at all. Heh. Or or or. Augh, let me not ramble about my orig fic. 'Cuz when I talk it out, I never write it down. No offence, y'all. (Y'all? I swear, I'm not a real Southerner, it's just a convenient word, okay??)

By the way, it's electric! (You can't see it it's electric! You gotta feel it it's electric!) (This song + Megavolt footage = one of the best vids I've ever seen. For srs.)

Okay, that's enough out of me. For reals. (Boogie woogie woogie)

Goddamn. Yes, it's a season. Who the hell writes these? >:|

The Loki lj community keeps following me around. What should I do, y'all?

Uh, depends. Which god/dess am I theoretically being? Because if I got to be the Judeo-Christian God I would do totally different things than if I got to be, say, Loki. :D

LOKI: God of Hokey Pokey and one of the world's major Trickster Gods.

Lawls.

Didn't get the painting. Long and involved to totally explain, but basically I think Somebody's looking out for me. ...At least if I bother to make some effort in Their direction. :)

...And I now have this undeniable urge to dye my hair red/auburn. Gee, I wonder. XD

So, off to find henna this weekend. Hoping for this color, approximately.

Also. Read an essay a while back that I liked and bookmarked. Last night's... poke? yeah, poke, inspired me to do more reading/researching. And through a link here and there and much browsing, I found it again. Hmmmm. (It's here, by the way.)

Gee, I wonder. XD

Well, that thunderstorm's parents are severely disappointed in it.

..Or something like that. Anyway, this is a personal narrative I had to write for English class. Just felt like sharing especially since I haven't been arsed to post anything lately.

( Cut 'cause it's a paper and it's about my religious leanings, woo. )
Also, I have a new icon. XD
EDIT: Since I already uploaded it, here's the English version of Rammstein's Engel if anybody wants it.

Hey look, I'm alive after all. Neat, huh? XD

Anyway, band camp is over, and I'm back in school and all. Except not today, cos I'm out sick. Bleh.
( OMG Band Camp!!!111infinity )

And I'm loving the show. I've got it pretty well memorized. And my drill, too. *is all proud for getting to lead half the wood winds to the front of the field in one set* :D *does the "in the froooooooont" dance*

And really now, I'm done with band. Maybe.

School started back the... fifth? The fourth? Meh. One of the two. And I like all my classes! ^^ I've got history first block-- with Coach C again! w00t!! Second block's biology, and I got the teacher I wanted for that, too. Well, when our principal gets back and Mrs. Lauderdale stops filling in, I will. And I've got Spanish I third. And it's actually fun, omg. I'm digging it way more than I though I would. And my Spanish-name-for-the-class is the name of a character of mine. XD My character isn't sure whether she's amused or not. Eh, she'll get over it. Fourth block is, of course, marching band. Y....ay? *wants it to be concert band now*

One of my friends who came back to East this year is starting up a Buffy RP. And I'm in it. XD It's kinda funny, though, cos I'm not even that big of a Buffy fan, and I don't have the heart to tell Meghan that. I'll give it a shot. I'm playing Xander, by the way. *is looking forward to redoing the Dracula episode* XD

Ooooooh, and I saw the Yu-Gi-Oh! movie! OMG, y'all.( Just in case you don't want poorly-told spoilers XD )

And, you know what? I want to start writing again. But I don't know what I want to write about. And that sucks. >:| *pokes in head for a muse. hears crickets* Aaaaargh.

[random]Know what else? My birthday's in two and a half months! :D[/random]

Okay, I think I'm done now. :)

ADDENDUM: There is a leftovers box from Hooters in the fridge. WTF Mom? O_O

Well, I'm bored and here. ( So... )
PS- still carrot-three-ing the Drakken. Oh yes.