Today in the forum is obviously not going to be a good day for a war. There are four of us, tops, and we're all switching in and out. It shall have to be dubbed a Minor Skirmish.
Hmmmm.
Also... got to take my stitches out today. By hand. It hurts like HELL. Ow. It is throbbing most unpleasantly. My day is not turning out very well.
Umm... initiation is OK. Annoying. I figured this wouldn't count as a post, as m hands are really too tired for any more 3s.
Ducky turns up everywhere.
I am severely medicated, and I think I may go take a nap.

My numb3rs n3rd initiation b3gins tomorrow. I hav3 to us3 3s inst3ad of e's all day. Oh boy.  If I m3ss up, th3y kill m3. LOL. W3ll, mayb3 not... but th3y will do som3thing horrid. 

OK.. I get my stitches out tomorrow. Worried? Yes. But I'll have a war to come back to.  Good. That'll keep be going while they're cutting me up. :)

Love you guys.
Cheers,
Chels

Just FYI, I want ya'll to know that I would SO date Arthur Penhaligon. Nevermind the fact that he is a fictional character. Read the Keys to the Kingdom series? Good. Haven't? BAD. Go, read. I love them to death. By Garth Nix. Here's the latest release: (Sir Thursday)


Hard to see from here, but it's the best picture I could get of Mr. Fiction there. Sigh, sigh, drool, drool.

The girl sat in the school auditorium, looking around with interest at all the people seated around her. She spotted a boy from her old homeroom class seated a few rows away, but he didn't notice her. She turned her attention back to her row-mates. All girls, some sensible, some giggly, but all her friends, more or less. She wasn’t particularly close with any of them, but they had invited her out and she’d been bored. She looked up, hearing something that she’d hoped to avoid. Lisa, Casey, and Grace were walking down the aisle in outrageously small miniskirts and polo shirts, which normally never bothered her, but today they did, because of who was wearing them. The three girls were gossipers naturally, and although she really tried very hard to see a spark of intelligence, or at least a hint of morals, in them, her searches always turned up empty.
“Hey!” the three girls screamed as one, flinging their hands up in the air and running towards her row. The shrill sound induced groans from those in their immediate vicinity, and she rolled her eyes as the girls hugged her row-mates theatrically. Oh my God! I haven’t seen you in, like, 10 minutes! she mocked in her head. Then, dragging her crutches with her, she was forced to move down three seats so the newcomers could fit, despite the fact that there was a perfectly empty row in front of them. The girl rolled her eyes and settled in, preparing herself to concentrate on Les Mis, which was bound to be long, as the acting group had spent all summer putting it together in musical form. Just as the curtains were rising, three tall, lanky, and undeniably good-looking boys sat directly in front of her, and the girls to her left began giggling. Kill me now. I just want to watch the freaking play and go home. As the first act began, she was able to immerse herself in the storyline, following Jean Valjean’s flight to freedom, and his new life as mayor of a small town. The singing was rather horrendous and off-key occasionally, but she was able to block it out without too much trouble. What she couldn’t block, though, was Lisa’s voice. “And, I mean, all I said was that her butt was a little bigger than mine, so she wouldn’t fit in the skit, and she like totally flipped. I was like, Chill, Becky, your hips are just way wider than mine! Anyway, now she’s not talking to me, and Jase thinks-” That’s the difference between us, the girl thought. When you say “wide hips” she thinks fat. I think good for birthing. She sighed and turned back to the play. In the row in front of her, the boys snickered as Marius told Eponine to deliver a letter to Cossette, his love, not realizing that Eponine was in love with him. “Rejected!” The tallest boy crowed. She resisted the urge to bang their heads together. Her phone began vibrating, and she chose Ignore. When it rang again, she answered it in a whiper. It was her best friend.
“Hey. Can’t really talk right now.”
“But I- cchchchc- just- chchchch-“ The reception was horrible.
“Bye,” she hung up, straightening to see that intermission was still a good 45 minutes away.
((45 mins later)) The curtain fell and everyone in the row left, forgetting that she was even there. She wrestled with her crutches and made her way to the lobby, fighting the swinging doors that no one bothered to hold open. She found her way to a long side hallway and plopped down, calling her best friend back.
“Hey!” Hana answered chirpily.
“Hey,” she said.
“What’s up! Was I interrupting anything!” she uptalked. Normally it didn’t annoy her, but she was already pissed off.
“Yeah. I was watching a play.” She gritted out.
“Oh yeah, your mom said something about that... how’s it going?”
“It kinda sucks. Bye.” She hung up again, feeling slightly guilty. She limped her way back to the concession stand, paid .75 cents for a packed of Skittles, because she was pining for her forum, and proceeded to wait 13 minutes for her change to arrive. When it finally did, she was surprised to see Lisa sidle up next to her.
“Hey,” Lisa greeted. “Whatcha got?”
“Skittles.”
“I lost my money...”
“Here. Take it,” she said, thrusting the 4.25 into her hands and returning to the auditorium.
She watched, rapt, as Jean Valjean saved Marius, moments after Eponine had killed herself, and carried the younger man all the way to Thenardier’s cave, where Javert confronted them, and let them pass, shortly before committing suicide. It was incredibly tragic.
“Wait, I don’t get it,” came Casey’s whining voice from her left. “Why did he kill himself? Why is everyone dying? Isn’t this supposed to be a happy play?” Yeah, that’s why it’s called Les Miserables, she mentally retorted.
Once the play ended, she once again got herself out, and stood off to the side of the throng waiting to congratulate the actors. Spying Natty, her former homeroom buddy, she limped over and said hi. They ended up sitting in a janitor’s closet on the third floor, discussing the play. He, like her, had intensely admired both Jean Valjean, as well as Javert. They were at odds about Eponine.
“She should have just stayed out of trouble- or murdered Cosette or something,” he argued.
“That wouldn’t have helped; then Marius would have killed himself, and Jean Valjean would have broken his vow to Fontaine,” she said reasonably.
“Exacty. Then god could have smote him. Perfect ending, everyone dies.” She rolled her eyes. Boys.
“Everyone did die, except for Marius, Cossette, and the Thenardiers, who, now that I think about it, probably deserved to die,” she said thoughtfully. They continued talking until her ride arrived, and he helped her down the stairs.


Yep, that was my night. Chilling with Natty was really the only good thing that happened...

Yes I do. It's awesome. It's like a giant multi-writer fanfiction that everyone controls a little of... but we all have awesome ideas, so it's like a giant huggy fanfiction monster. :D Awwww. I wuv it so much... *huggles*

Mainly because she's got a really cool hometown, and a lot of skill with a camera. I'm gonna take a tour like her once I can walk properly... it's cool. Check it out. :)

http://www.tv.com/nellie-daniel-emma-and-ben/show/8190/my-bike-ride/topic/62910-342421/msgs.html&msg_id=4165119

I  totally just got bumped up to level 4.... wahoo! That was fast... :P

Hmmm. So I was thinking about what makes me happy last night, and I came up with a few things.
I'm loving:

-Soffee shorts. Amazing comfort that comes complete with an elastic waistband- and looks good too. :) Gotta love it.
- Funeral jazz. I love the fact that I loved it before I found that Abby did. It cheers me up. :P
- Movies. Whoever invented these was a genius.
- Memory foam pillows. Also the work of a genius.
-This forum. Not going to say much except that I love you guys. :)
-Fanfic. Where would we be without it?
- Telephones. Dur.
- Randomly meeting people you haven't seen in months. The day I maimed myself (lol) a 420 (newer, faster, better boat than ours) came hurtling up out of the fog at us while we were sailing- we screamed and tacked away because they hadn't seen us. The two kids on the other boat sailed up to apologize- I was like. "Oh my G-d- <i>Natty? Luke?</i>" It was sweet. We had a screaming conversation over the water, wind, and sails, catching up on each other's summers before their coach made them leave.
- Inside jokes. That everyone has, so no one feels excluded. More like outside jokes, then.
-Contact lenses. I'd still be wearing glasses. *shudders*
- The fact that I haven't been to the mall all summer. I feel so good about that. :) I love new clothes... but I have more money than I ever did.
- That feeling when someone you don't know does something nice for you. Han's grandparents sent me a get well card- I was like "What? I haven't seen you since I was <i>eight!</i>"

Yep... hey, life is good. :D What do you love?

 is very fun. Interesting day in the forum.

Here are some other things I learned:

- Adam is a boy.
-His name is Adam
-Not Adem
-Skittles hurt
-As does Poutine, when propelled at high velocity
-People never stay dead
- Always keep the keys to the handcuffs
-SFA dominates

and last of all, but  the most important:

NCIS forum is THE BEST group of people. Ever.

:D