Foam of Destruction

Well, I am officially a Dagorhir person now, I guess. I don't know if I'm actually a member of Mittelmarch yet (There may be paperwork involved), but regardless, I have my own sword, and that has to count for something. She's not the most effective weapon ever, but I'm hoping when the glue dries on the weight I've added to the pommel she'll handle a little better. Regardless, she's a sword, and she's mine, and that makes me happy. Her name is Gail.
I miss Amy. The whole "Here for three days, gone for three weeks" thing is really getting on my nerves. At the same time, the fact that I miss her so much gives me a real hope for our relationship. Another relationship I know just ended because "they didn't miss eachother while they were apart".
I'm looking forward to Chess. I'm looking forward to driving. I am not so much looking forward to school starting.
"Hypogonadism." Ain't that a great word? Thanks, we don't get to say it enough.

Look, another one! (No I'm never going to stop)
http://www.ayaz.com/photography/view.asp?albumid=72&photoarrayid=168

Where did this template come from? It's amusing. [It's from House, MD. I put it on before I left. Having fun in Canada, by the way --Michael] So I'm on Levi's laptop, which I must say is pretty cool. I wish I had one. While I'm wishing, I'll also wish for an ipod, a car, more time on my summer reading (which I would undoubtably waste anyway) and a real, working lightsaber.

"Hypogonadism." Ain't that a great word? Thanks, we don't get to say it enough.

Levicorpus!

I am on a period of temporary emergence from Harry Potter. I started it yesterday afternoon and am now a little more than halfway through. Very good so far, but I do feel inadequate when I see all the people who finished it Friday and I had to carefully avoid their spoiler-laden lj posts. This is a common misconception people have about me: they think that I am a fast reader when in fact I read at probably about an average rate of speed. I just read a lot, so it seems like I'm reading quickly.

I said a while ago that I'd say what I thought of Fantastic Four, but I was a lazy bum and didn't, so now I am. I thought it was somewhere between okay and good. It's a very fun, comic-book-y movie and has a lot of very funny bits. Even aside from "This solar cloud has fundamentally altered our DNA in different ways so now we have different special powers and only another solar storm-type thing can reverse the process," even accepting that, there are still a few plotholes I found it hard to get around. Like this one:
Reed: Guess what, guys?
Fantastic Other Three: What?
Reed: You know those suits we were wearing when the cloud hit us?
Fantastic Other Three: Yeah...
Reed: Well, since we were wearing them, you know, in the cloud, they have adapted to THE EXACT POWERS THAT WE HAVE SO THAT SUE'S WILL TURN INVISIBLE AND JOHNNY'S WON'T CATCH ON FIRE AND MINE WILL STRETCH AND STUFF!
Fantastic Other Three: ...
Reed: Cool, huh?
Fantastic Other Three: Sure, but... how? And why?
Reed: You know... solar storm!
Fantastic Other Three: Okay, but...
Reed: Just go with it, guys! It's so much more convenient!

And this one:
Reed: We don't have enough power to create another thing that's like a solar storm to take our powers away.
Ben: Sad.
Doom: Ooh! I have power over electricity and stuff and I can therefore up the power on the thing for you, Ben!
Ben: Awesome!
Doom: *does so*
Ben: *is normal again*
Doom: *kicks his ass*
Ben: Ow.
Doom: *goes to kick everyone else's ass*
Ben: Oh, no! I must un-reverse my powers!
Later...
Ben: It's clobberin' time!
Johnny: Dude! You're fugly again!
Sue: But... how?
Ben: The machine!
Reed: But... the... power...
Ben: Shh! Script!

That said, Ioan Gruffudd makes me happy. Reed and Sue reminded me in certain ways of Carrot and Angua. Carrot is also the kind of guy who would start a proposal with "I found a gasket." Or, more likely, "I found some iron ore."

Well that may be, but at least I never slept with Lumbergh.

Unexpected Sweet Potatoe CVXVII

Just FYI: Thanks to a power outage and procrastinating on installing a surgew protector, as well as other technological factors, Nathan and I are currently without internet. I also seem to have developed some kind of typing injury that makes typing somewhat painful for me. So it may be a little while before you here anything substantial from me. For now, I'll just say I am so glad summer gym is over, I could cry. Michael: we WILL finish that play eventually.

Well that may be, but at least I never slept with Lumbergh.

I'm a magical pixie or something! ~AZWP

hey, everyone, I added a link! Aside from that, Thomas is like yesterday's cornbread, stale and crusty. That is all.

Well that may be, but at least I never slept with Lumbergh.

too much Carbon Monoxide for me to bear!

So I've spent the past few days in Lafayette. The heart of boilerland and my heart blackens as i say that it wasn't terrible. I don't get that twinge in my cream and crimson heart that I used to. I'm slowly accepting the fact that I will end up at Purdue. But that's not why I was in Lafayette.

As odd as it seems, I went to go look at wolves with my friends' cousins. That is the lamest excuse to drive for an hour and a half ever. But it was still pretty fun. I ended up staying the night up there. We played cards and I was accused of flirting with Corri's twelve year old cousin Tori. (i was just being nice) I went to there little Fourth of July sauree. I owned at miniature golf. It was an all and all good time.

Tonight we went to see the fireworks which were very poorly positioned. They were too low to go over the bank one building on the circle. It looked like the building was exploding, which was cool but not what I went to see. Kind of a let down for my first Independence Fireworks in five years. (i'm always at boy scout camp that week) Now I'm being an insomniac and breaking my Mom's crazy, "I wouldn't let you on the telephone this late," rule. And apparently I'm Goneril.

Well that may be, but at least I never slept with Lumbergh.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. But... I mean, if it's a thirsty horse, I can't really see why it wouldn't. ~AZWP

My name is Marten Dollinger, and I am now officially the second person on this blog to be old. I don't really feel different quite yet, but I'm sure that will change as soon as I call in for one of those T.V. adds that says you have to be eighteen or older to call. W00t for adulthood! I wonder if that makes my car insurance any cheaper...

In other news, I still lack a working computer, and will not be catching up with anything else until a sufficient machine is found. The past week was fun, I pretty much spent all of standing stone watching Family Guy on my cousins laptop. Don't get me wrong, I spent some time outside, swimming, pingpong, tennis, pointless walking to the dam and back. Very few people were there this year for varying reasons. So, most of the time was spent inside.

I did see Revenge of the Sith for the fourth time on my birthday, and I finaly spotted the Millenium Falcon on the landing platform. The day after, we watched Return of the Jedi, half because I was going to anyway, and half because RoTS pissed my cousin off to no end. Albert, a friend my cousin brought, and fellow Star Wars fanatic helped me to explain the inner workings of the Saga's plot and defended its subtleties against the pop-culture giant that is the Lord of the Rings. We also noticed several parallels between RotS and RotJ, such as Palpatine's strategies for Luke's conversion. I recognised that Liea more physically resembles Shmi than she does Padme. There were several more revelations, but I don't remember them.

Oh yeah, happy birthday, America.

Wait, wait. You did what to that waterfall?

Revenge of the Beach Shop

I'm in Florida, and it's raining. It's been raining pretty much since we got here. But it's been nice. My aunt is here as is the world's smartest cat (sorry Kcub, Pippin.) The cat is Mia. Apparently, she wandered into the house one day just after a hurricane, and they kept her. I swear she understands English. She knows exactly what's going on, and she can definately sense our emotions. She offers the best solution to grief: scratching a cat on the belly.
I bought a pair of sandals, but they broke on the way home. So I traded them in for another pair. They also broke. My father is off trading them in for a third pair (they don't do refunds.)
My mother keeps showing me pictures of identical rooms. I don't know why.
Last night my recently deceased uncle contacted me in my sleep. He wouldn't tell me anything about the afterlife except to ensure that it exists and that "we're all quite happy here,". Still, at least now I know with even more certainty that such a place exists.
Not much else to say. There is a Dragon post nearly half finished that should be up shortly after I get home. I continue to miss Amy. Also some general advice: if you're dating a girl, make sure you know what color her eyes are off the top of your head, or you could get in serious trouble.
Wait, wait. You did what to that waterfall?

What the hell did we say? The Good Times are Killing Me.

I'll try and make this as little like Tolstoy as I can. It shouldn't be too hard as I haven't done anything interesting or funny since I came home. I talked to Alex once and he's out with another crew right now.

I hate my grandma's (dad's side: code name=Nanny) "friend" Darrol. He is way to serious even when he tries to be fun. He's hypercritical and passive about it. It makes visiting Nanny unpleasant. On a brighter note, I rock at miniature golf. Rustic Gardens is fun. If anyone is up for it, contact me cuz it's loads of fun.

I haven't seen Michelle in 23 days and it sucks. She needs a new car because hers keeps dying. I've been without human contact since Sunday. (Scouts and Family don't count.) I don't know where Essex is and I think Julia's in Ireland. Val is nowhere to be found but I might hang out with some people next wednesday but that's about it for social life. I should get my license. I'll work on that next week.

I'm out, I'll try to be funnier next time. If only I was better at that, maybe I'd have some friends worth making an effort to hang out with. I think that's my problem. I'll work on it.

PS: Jonah, you didn't answer as to whether SP2 was just for original SPers or if I could enter in the Contrast.

PPS: oh I'm sorry. I send my condolances down to Florida.
Wait, wait. You did what to that waterfall?

We are adored! We are loved!

Today I was super-productive. I updated "Home Again" on fanfiction, and I updated Notebook Mythology as well. Home Again has been reviewed nineteen times. In one day. To sum up my feelings about this, I present you with: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

In other news, Hanover College apparently does not share my public's enthusiastic opinion of me. They have declined to hire me for their Writing and Speaking Center next year. This makes me smad. To them I say, "Dear Hanover College, You suck and your writing center sucks and your hiring process sucks. Love, Erin."

In regards to the people who did wish to hire me, I can say that being employed doesn't suck majorly. The people I work with are nice, the people I serve sometimes suck, but I'm learning to use the register pretty well and am also getting good at avoiding having to use the register by pretending to be busy doing something else. Training was really boring, except for sometimes there were corny fun videos, like the sexual harassment one about Norman the Sexual Harasser. Being actually on the floor is better. When they play good songs on the PA and it's not busy I can groove. When I have a long shift and I get an hour break I can go to the bookstore.

I used "suck" as a verb five times in this post. Forgive me. It's very early in the morning.

Wait, wait. You did what to that waterfall?