What type of Furre are you?

You're a wolf! Wolves come in all shapes, colors, and sizes, but they all have in common that they are fairly balanced individuals. You have your good days and bad days, but in general life goes on. Chances are you're not overly flashy nor too subdued. You manage things with a sort of simple class and are probably talented in whatever you set your mind on. Wolves are a very common type in the Furry world, so that means you're a bit generic...but being part of a group doesn't bother you, and you're quite okay alone as well.

Variations
Loner: Coyote
Creative: Dingo
Sporty: Hyena
Shy: Folf
Original: Domesticated Dog


I know, duh. I think I'd like to be a dingo.
- posted by Washi @ 3:35 pm 0 comments

 
Of all the things I should be doing, it's quite amazing how not one of them this is.

Having cold hands makes it really hard to type too. Being tired doens't help.
Well, the computer's happilly bizzing away, and I was theorising yesterday. I felt sick, and I'm positive it wasn't because of some disease. I'm making myself sick, and I don't know why. It could just be that I had those heart palpatations again yesterday. Although I'm pretty sure that that one was an actual pannic attack, unlike all the ones before it. Of course, concidering I was sitting in a movie theatre at the time, heavens only knows what I was panicked about.

Things change, and I'm not entirely certain how to drift the right way. I'll work it out. Meanwhile, none of this is my theorising.

I watched a show called the glass house. I watch it every week. It's basicly a bunch of comedians sitting around and talking about some of the more unusual things that have made the news and making fun of the government. It helps to fill the gap left by the departure of Good News Week. Anyway, I laughed so hard at the last eppisode my stomach ached all night and I was nearly sick. Thereby proving that laughter is a powerful, dangerous and painful weapon. And what's more, I'd dop it all again if I thought it would be as funny the second time around. I think I could get addicted to laughter. And none of this situational comedy crap, god no. That stuff sucks. Stand-up, satyre, female cricket players- THERE's where true ammusement lies.

the pepperz are cool.

I should go in and do some more planing for that comic I want to start next year. But first I have to do math. I'm gonna need to run some character designs past people- I'm still not sure wether to make Azazael a rabbit or a goat. I'm also not sure if I want to call the fallen the Annunaki and the soldiers the Igigi, since that's just asking for trouble. I almost wish I could get someone interested, so I could run ideas and thoughts past them. But that's a bit stupid really. No one gets interested in something that hasn't happened yet, or something that may threaten their own view on their worth. Or whatever hang ups they may have ^_^;

More importantly, no one gets interested in something involving anthropomorphs. Ah well.

Still, it's something I want to do, and a story I've wanted to tell for years. But the fact that The two lead characters are foxes and the surrounding cast are various animals would be completely lost if I were to tell it as a story.

It's working title is Electric Life, but I'm thinking of calling it the Body Electric, after that poem. It sort of reads like what I'm trying to get across, baring the sexual content. No sex in EL. Sorry folks. Then there's the issue of the ending... I kind of don't want Rafael to stop existing, but that's the 'inevitable conclusion'. I tend to write myself into them. I'm thinking of abusing poor Nokoni to get me out of it, since he was just born to be guilt-wriddled. He does what he's told though ^_^

Ninety's rap was oh so bad.

I have to write a speach on what I believe. Or do I have to write an essay and then read it out? I should really go over my assignment sheet. I should give mum a hug when she gets home. I should streak and run down the street singing halelulija.

I had to pretend to di a strip for drama once. I was originally suposed to be a fairy, but I ended up being a nanny. I then went mad and shot everyone before shooting myself, and being cast into hell by the drama teacher.

I guess that's enough for now.

"Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it's us that's doing wierd things to the corpse."
~Peter Berner, Backberner.
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Ain't no way this side of the great divide I'm gonna get me a 20. No way, no how. That implies some real smarts goin on that I just don't have.

That asside, I gotta stop writing in this in class time. The squid hates me, but that's nothing compared to the dingo.

Damn, time up. Later.
- posted by Washi @ 9:37 am 0 comments

 
And thus I am free. Or something like that.

Once again, writing from the school computers. Dad will pick me up later, and I have to remember to show him my dress for the forma, since he helped pay for it. It's nice to know what you've bought.

Everybody's chillin and... Its all fizzy in this room ::Giggles:: I think I'm runnin gout of oxygen.


Mum was supposed to go a shoppin today. She didn't though, she ended up getting a hair cut. But we have something for dinner apparently too. I had the hint dropped that if I did well in school, I'd get a treat. I hope it's hair dye. It's probably a magazine. I gotta emember to tell mum to stop bying me things. I get uncomfortable when people give me gifst. I can stand it if it's christmas or my birthday or... well, something. But I feel all unworthy when I get things for no reason.

Note to self: Draw pictures for Ledi, Chaos, and Sunshine.
Note to self: Draw Visola and Keahi.

There is only one time I've been given a persent that, while I've never used, Has meant so much to me I take it out of its draw and just look at it (Yes, you may tell me how soppy I really am now.). My necklace comes close, but this takes the cake. It's a magnetic Backgammon set. I can't even play backgammon very well, but I got it from my father for getting a distinction in a maths competition. I was all bitter at the time because my brother got a special dinner for winning a school race, and I got nothing for getting in the top 20% of the country. It seemed a bit unfair to me. But then I got that beautiful Backgammon set, and I was all happy again. Yes, I'm a daddy's girl. So sue me, I'm already enough like my mother.

Anyway, heading off now. Later.

"Who? what? where? who died?"
~One of the many ways of saying 'I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. Please repeat.'
- posted by Washi @ 4:10 pm 0 comments

 
Lach Lauman don't make as much sence when it's sung in regae...

Taking time out of my study to rant in my practically private blog. Had to hand in some shcool work, and the principal asked me if I was sick, because I was in casual. She forgot it was year 12 exam week :Þ
While driving around, mum brought up- the subject (dum dum DUM). That's it, moving out of home. More out of necesity, since she'd like to move to another state, and I'd rather stay here or move to another country -_-; Of course, I could go to melborne or the like and school there. If I could stand the wether.
Truth is, I rather plan to graduate at the end of this year (that's september people). Most of my friends do not. All fair enough really. And after that, I'll likely either go to university or... Not. I'm not entirely certain what else I could do, since TAFE doesn't do much of what I want and I don't think you can get aprenticeships in the area I'd be interested in. I guess it's just a matter of working towards the best. In either case, my father wants to move out of town (WAY out of town if he can) and my mum wants to move out of state. I'll find a way, I'm sure. Hell, there's always options.

On a less serious note, Moofal.

Bai now.

"You can't run away forever. But there's nothing wrong with getting a good head start."
~Meatloaf 'Rock and roll dreams come though' Again.
- posted by Washi @ 3:54 pm 0 comments

 
I had typed a reasonably detailed account of last weekend, but everything went to hell and it appears not to have sent. So I will start again, only likely with a more bitter edge.

Music of the moment: Rock and Roll dreams come though, Meatloaf. I believe it's on it's fith repeat now. If tht don't say everything, I don't know what will.

I'm breaking my rule of not writing in this when it gets late too.

Alright, last friday was Zoe's 18th birthday. In Australia, that's legal to vote and drink. There was a dance floor and a DJ (Speaking of him, much waves to Livvy), so I wanted to dance. I appeared to be the only one though, baring my mother. So I just started dancing after dinner. Eventually most of the other 'young people' joined me, baring a few who shall remain nameless because I'd rather not waste anger ranting about them. So I got to dance, which is one of those things I love doing. And apparently, although I'm still incredulous about this, I was good at it. I blame it on really not giving a toss anymore. I find myself increasingly unable to really care.
Ledi continually reminded me of how much everyone hated me because 'I had a good figure', which makes me want to scream and steal the cake knife. I think I'll rant about this further on in this post.
Either way, after having glitter dumped down my pants and returning home, I had another issue to attend to- Lauren's 17 birthday. Her birthday is the day after Zoe's, see. So I went to a frienly little barbecue and finally got around to seeing the Evangelion movie (I know, It's saaad).

Throw in a comic book and record sale, and you have my weekend.

The last week has been a bit marshmallowie. If you want to know what I mean, stick a tone of marshmallows in your mouth so that you can't talk and almost can't breathe, and tell me how you feel. That's marshmallowie. Perhaps fortunantly, Neither Michelle nor Zoe was at school all that much. Midterm exams are next week, so I will be busy...

Now, my rant. I don't like being hated. It's really that simple- I don't mind if you don't like me, but why on earth would anyone go to the extreme ammounts of energy expendature to bother hating me. Seriously, I'm not worth it. But I dislike being told how much everyone hates me because 'I'm so thin' or 'I'm so this' or 'I'm so that'. 'Yes well It's allright for you. YOU can draw', 'You're thin' 'Boy's like you' (Actually, that's the biggest load of crock I've ever heard. One boy liked me. Once). Hence I detest people thinkng of me as an artist. The second you adopt that lable, you're leaving yourself open to the needy attention seekers saying 'you're a better artist then me' in some sort of vauge hope that you'll say 'Oh no, you're a far better artist then me'. And believe me, I won't say that unless I actually mean it. But even that's nothing compared to people dispising you purely because of te way you look. I'm not ugly- I know that. But I'm not pretty either- I'm nice and average. Plain. So I detest people hating me because I'm thin. It's not really fair- I went through a phase where I tried really hard to gain weight. I know that sounds stupid, so please don't laugh. At the moment, it's just the way I am. People, get over it. I think why I dislike these sorts of things most is because it implies that people are comparing themselves to me. And that's just not fair. I'm not some barbie doll people can look at and say 'Jee, my life sucks because I'm not This and this'. I know what you're doing, I find myself doing the same thing myself before I make a mental note to beat myself over the head with a brick for it. It shouldn't even be an issue- It shouldn't happen at all. Perhaps if I tried to make myself small and hide again, it wouldn't be. But I don't think I could stand doing that again- I get upset having to do it now. But It makes my life easier, and It means that less people hate me. It's really quite pathetic, I know- Of all the things to worry about, I don't want to be hated for things I can't help. If it was my personality, I could understand. I'm not a nice persn, I can accept that.

Ah well. I suppose in the end it really can't be helped. I can't change what people thing, and I can't stab them with a kitchen knife as I often wish I could. Don't freak, I would never actually attack anyone. Passive, see? Just repressed.

Enough.

"When you're alone and afraid and you're completely amazed to find there's nothing anybody can do..."
~Meatloaf 'Rock and Roll dreams come though'. I gotta stop playing that...
- posted by Washi @ 10:18 pm 0 comments

 

You can change genders at will and at random. This tends to creep people out, but you love doing that, so... Which Claris Project character do you most resemble?  Surely you are dying to know.

So, I went from being A hyperactive little psucho to an androgenous scientist. I'm moving up in the world ^_^!
- posted by Washi @ 6:46 pm 0 comments

 
It's amazing, the things one remembers. I don'tremember my fisrt day at school, but I remember the first time it became a posibility. My mothers then best and child-hood friend came over, and didn't bring her daughter. She'd always bought her daughter. But this day she hadn't because her daughter was at school. I remember the idea seeming so alien as to be unthinkable. I also remember that back then my idea of fun was hitting things with other things, especially my little hammer that my dad hd given me (Still ranking as one of the best presents I ever got. It had a pink handle and everything ^_^;)

I wasn't really as dangerous as all that, although I was a horrible little bitch back then.

Once school started, I was no longer erally friends with that girl. Diferent year levels, me being suh a hopeless loser and all that sorta stuff. But that'as allright, because I got a new friend who was the daughter of one of mums friends.

So a happy birthday to Zoe, ol buddy ol pal. Who has not the internet and will be unable to read this anyway. Ah well.

"Eye of newt and wing of bee
Release this fricken DVD."
~ Adam Hills
- posted by Washi @ 12:16 pm 0 comments

 




Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.

- posted by Washi @ 3:13 pm 0 comments