So whatever, Magi_Sammy.
So here's her biography:
...is owned by a cosplayer/artist/writer/actress who WILL talk about her life most of the time, sometimes (admittedly) whine and complain, but more often then not post fun/amusing stuff.
Ha, ha everyone fancies themselves an artist, writer and actor, don't they? I know I've said this before but this just further proves it.
As I've admonished before, just because you write does not make you a writer.
I finally finished one full season (62 episodes) and the first movie of One Piece.
Cool. How does it feel being 12 trapped in an adult body?
Durrr, awesome pirates are awesome.
Eaaaaaaaaaaaasy. I'll be WATCHING you. Scum.
Cosplay bunnies are biting, as always. But right now, I can't decide between Luffy and Sanji. They're both my favorites. Luffy for being just a ridiuculously adorable retard/amazing badass all at the same time. Sanji for being a cancer-stick chewing smooth criminal. ;^; Durr help f-list? DECIDE MY FATE, plz?
I'll decide your fate: kill yourself.
Now there's pictures from an anime expo which is about as embarrassing as it sounds, way to dress up in costume.
I just got another one of those "durrr UR COSTUME IS SO GOOODD. I need to no how to meke it!!11 Tell me!"
Please take the compliment. Let's not make a production out of this, please.
Here, I'll set up a situation for practice:
"hey way to be an awesome red mage for going 1/1 on Maat!"
"Thanks. It is awesome!"
There you go. No false modesty.
I guess I'm at the end of my rope with these questions because I just PMed this person back and said "It's actually rude to message someone with that question."
"Actually upon closer inspection your costume is shit. I'm glad you didn't mail me directions because I wouldn't want to think you wasted all that time typing shit no one will ever use."
Would be my response.
D8 GOD. Whatever happened to trial and error? Do people need step-by-step tutorials for everything nowadays?
Yeah and back in my day no one knew how to paint Warhammer figures. Now they do, and people can learn from the techniques of the successful. Oh, what, ever have trouble in school? You're sure fucking lucky no teacher or fellow student said "HEY TRIAL AND ERROR, ASSHOLE!"
Goddamn I hope you get irrevocably stuck in something and no one will help your conceited ass.
Also, reading comprehension: they didn't ask for step by step directions, they just asked how you did it, so something like "oh here's kind of what I tried:" would have sufficed.
I guess if you don't want people to comment on shit you do DON'T SHOW OTHER PEOPLE.
Goddamn I hate people like you. Posting shit and expect nothing but ego stroking sycophancy.
My Mom is trying to tell me that graphic novels are pointless pieces of shit. :/
Tell your mom to go fuck herself. Pretty much all forms of entertainment are technically pointless but enjoying life is kind of what makes life fun.
And yes, 99% of comics (comics) are devoid of any artistic/literary merit. That doesn't keep Fist of the North Star from being totally awesome, though.
God, when I found out Farrah died, that was hard enough. Then Michael Jackson? It's just like...what? Is it possible? Can these people actually die?
Yes. As evidenced by the fact that they did die.
Oh and...
OOH. AAH. YOU WISH YOU WERE A SENIOR!!
I'm already in college, sweetie.
So her costume schedule for an anime convention (can't believe I just said that) includes Sailor Venus (ha, ha but you'd have to be pretty for that!)
Now here's a post entitled "omigosh i suck" which is true.
A dress that fit me perfectly in August is now tight on me.
Just great.
:3
Eating too many cupcakes, fattie?
Unfortunately, I didn't get into UCLA. :/ But I sorta expected it. I mean, they accept maybe 90 people for the Theater Major
>theater major
Ha, ha, oh you. Majoring in something that'll get you a job, I see.
But I didn't really like their program very much, so I'm fine with it. It sucks to get rejected always, but I'm not horribly upset about it...
That's the spirit. Didn't accept me? FUCK YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO GO ANYWAY ;_;
Just about an hour ago, my mother called one of my friends a "loser who needs to get a life."
Ha, ha siiiiiiiiiiiiick.
She then proceeded to get pissy and say that she was "tired of this abuse."
Troll who can't take trolling on the rebound. SHE IS SMALLTIME.
I'm so tired of this. I need to get out of this house. I can't stand my mother's hissy fits and my father's passivity a moment later. That's right -- Dad heard ALL of this and didn't say a word.
Your dad is a smart man.
I would've preferred him backing up Mom rather than just sitting there like a fucking lump. But Dad hates confrontation. And it drives me insane.
Choosing sides between his wife and his daughter. Seems reasonable to me. Really he should have stepped in and called you both cunts, but hey, what can you do?
"Soon, you'll be in college, and you won't have to see me every day, and I bet you'll be really happy about that, won't you?!"
She probably is just getting that, what's it, empty nest shit.
So I guess I'll just post a piece of writing I threw together for the literary magazine at school and get some feedback from the writers/editors on my LJ.
All right.
Juliette Blanders was a girl who deserved everything in the world, of that I was positive. I’d never met a woman with more talent, more charisma, or more intelligence than Juliette. But from the way I describe her, you might think her nothing but an individual blessed with desirable qualities.
So I might. Actually I was just musing how long until this turned cliched, and I'm counting on it next paragraph.
On the contrary, Juliette was a developed sort-of creature, only making her more exquisite.
What? Just delete this sentence. It adds nothing and makes no sense.
From everything I’ve said, you might think I was in love with the nearly perfect Miss Blanders. But, strangely enough and for reasons that even I cannot explain, I was never attracted to Juliette in that way. I didn’t love her – I appreciated her – a vastly different emotion.
Oh oh shit just had a big yawn. Sorry. What were you saying?
Our flats were right across the street from one another, and thus, our visits were frequent. Sometimes, after a particularly tiring day, Juliette would bring over her Chemistry texts and enough tea to last us through the night.
Ah yes the popular passtime in England of "reading chemistry books".
I would provide the red plush couch that always smelled new –as if it had retained the odor of the store I had purchased it from;we would sit on it together, a friendly distance apart.
Good grief, do you really have no filter on what goes to your story? IT SMELLED NEW, YOU KNOW LIKE IT STILL SMELLED LIKE THE STORE I BOUGHT IT-- yeah I fucking got it. I'm not a complete waterhead.
Wow imagine a girl about to graduate school is writing a story about a girl graduating from school. That's-- that's quite a stretch.
“It’s all rubbish anyway,” she would sigh, throwing her textbook on the coffee table in a public display of her surrender.
IT'S RUBBISH AND I'M BRI'ISH. FLAT, RUBBISH, QUITE.
“Charlie,” she would say, her voice sweet, as if she were glowing with curiosity, “what do you think life’s going to reward you?”
Oh high school kids~
Ha, ha burn on comments:
The net effect, to me, is a bit pretentious. Were you striving for that?
High five, battle brother.
The writing is good though I'm unclear of the overall tone. Is it a comedy or a drama or a romance?
Whoa easy, chief. There clearly is no thought given to tone or meaning or actual plot or anything. It's just a dialog-laden vignette. I'm not even sure you could, in good faith, call this a short story since there's literally no plot.
It's two characters talking about shit. Poorly. So it's basically like my best seller Twilight, only not fifteen trillion pages.
He bagged my book and told me to have a "really great day" but I didn't really want to let it end there. I introduced myself and he told me his name too and we shook hands and stuff.
I don't know, maybe I'm reading WAY too much into it.
A cashier telling you to have a great day? I don't know, sister, he probably wants to marry you.
Dope.
I developed Cellulitis in my face (a complication of the flu).
Praise be to Nemesis, she who punishes the vainglorious. This is preemptive punishment for the bullshit you pulled later with your costume comment hi jinx.
;( I'm alive, I promise! And if you haven't gotten your flue vaccine GET ONE. GET ONE NOW. THIS SECOND. STOP READING LJ AND GO GET VACCINATED! YOU WILL THANK YOURSELF LATER.
I get a flu shot every year but thanks for the protip, pox-face.
I don't really like the Homecoming Dance -- last year the music sorta failed epically. All generic rap and hip hop. I'll just have fun with my friends for three hours.
Imagine. A high school dance having shit music.
I told her, "I think you just don't want me to go away!"
I'm guessing you are the only child or youngest. Also nothing gets by you, sleuth.
"Well of course I don't!" in this voice that read "I have every right to impose what I want on your future".
Ha, ha wow. Sure is adding meaning that isn't necessarily there. You're going to look back on this period of your life in about six months and regret this.
Let me go where I want to go! I'm sorry if you're sad that your last child is leaving home, but I can't sacrifice what I want to spare your feelings!
Yes 10,000 points for me!
I saw that coming.
Youngest child.
Also yeah your mom probably wants you to live your life and shit but you could be a little nicer about it, okay.
You're right. I'll do that. Some concrete evidence will convince Mom that the programs aren't the same.
Glad to see your friends aren't complete dopes.
Well I guess it's time to wrap this up. In conclusion, you're all right, kid. You better fucking check yourself, though. You're peering over the dangerous precipice that is the life of an eternal cunt.
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