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So I was doing some of my friendsfriends hopping this morning and the first thing I have to say is that I want to maim half the members of _hydeist. I just... I don't understand. Their minds boggle me and make my head hurt. I mean... the most recent post is an obvious manip. (I mean, his head is too freaking small and he has a woman's body, for gods' sake.) But the person had to stop and ask and no one's been able to tell them that it is, actually, a manip. And I'm not even going to start on the smushing of solo and Laruku together. Just... they're DIFFERENT. Different styles, different producers, different record labels. NOT THE SAME. (And that is my biggest pet peeve of the so-called Hyde fandom... it seems to be the Hyde-and-Laruku fandom. Yet the other artists' solo projects are either forgotten or treated seperately. So NOT cool.)

Must. Resist. Urge. To. Stab. Fandom. ...Will go scan things in, instead.


Sorry. Had to get that out.


Anyway. Brother's birthday party today. I fear oh so very much. Plan to hide in my room all day. (Goddess... need to stop typing "hyde" all the time >.o) Apparantly he's invited like 20 people. Oh, mom was mad when she found that out. I guess with my sister and I both always being more the loner types and having only small groups of friends has gotten her too used to that. Unfortunately, that's not the way my brother works. He's callous, unthinking, and somehow popular. (Not that I wan't popularish in my day, I just tended to stay away from large crowds what with being agoraphobic and all... I actually knew and was known by pretty much everyone in my grade (as well as many people from the younger grades), which is pretty impressive considering I had a graduating class of 80-something. I blame the fact that I was yearbook editor for 3 years.)

Mmn. Have other thoughts. Must go write them.


<EDIT> Since I'm apparantly feeling talkative today and this rather... just... ugh. This is a typical scene in my house:
brother: *runs downstairs about 2 minutes before his class is supposed to start* Can you drive me to karate?
me: *doing something else, usually homework, and in pajamas* I'm in my pajamas. And busy. *glare* Why didn't you get ready 10 minutes earlier and walk?
him: It's like -40C out, too cold.
me: *knows it's nowhere near that and has been walking in this weather all week between bus stops and such, also thinking that if he bothered to put some clothes on before going to karate instead of just going in his gi (gee? gei?) with no socks he'd be fine* Fine. *more glaring*
him: *rushes off to finish getting ready*
me: *wonders if the car will even start since it hasn't been given time to warm up, first*

Hate that boy, sometimes. </EDIT>

meme-ness

Oh, stolen from nyde-a-licious because I felt like it. And am bored.

Ask me any 4 questions, no matter how personal, private or random. I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all. In turn you post this message in your own journal & you have to answer the questions that are asked from you.

LJness, yes.

Going through my LJ, reading a bunch of entries from last year. Gods, some of the memories attached to these just... tugtug on the heartstrings, you know? Kia, remember this? ;_; There's a bunch of related ones shortly after it too, and they're all making me all teary. And there's a few rather cool old memes. Though I can't help but notice a few responses I got to many of them.


And, wow, I make a lot of typos, don't I? Maybe I should start using the spell check more. ^^;;

Mmn, this is kind of cool on a get-to-know-nutmeg level. As is this meme. Oh, and I love this poem/riddle, too bad only one person even tried. (I screened the comment.) And dude, I want this meme to come back. And omg. XD I love Lobster Magnet. Glad that link was in there.

And, hey! Pictures of my room before I painted it. Tres cool.


Right. Since I'm being rather random and chatting about my LJ already, my LJ stats:

Date created: 2003-03-30 19:23:51
Journal entries: 1,549
Comments: Posted: 9,167 - Received: 7,103


Ok. Enough from me for now.