:: re-adjustable wings ::

The Brooding Wild Card
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The essence of gritty manliness, must balance out any bishounen tendencies in the Hero Without A Past. May or may not hate the Hero's guts; preferably has a dark secret of some kind, though the magnitude of said secret may vary.
Added Bonus--choose your own weapon! Anything capable of dealing out indiscriminate carnage will do!
Examples: Vincent Valentine, Seifer Almasy, Amarant Coral, Auron



and




The Capable Lady
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The foil to the helpless Lovely Heroine and childish Girlish Sidekick, this job is the essence of "empowered woman". Must be able to beat down huge crowds of drooling fanboys singlehandedly and look like a million bucks doing it. Required to establish some kind of relationship with either Hero Without A Past or Wacky Male Comic Relief.
Must provide own cans of whoopa$$; canopener available on request.
Examples: Tifa Lockhart, Quistis Trepe, Beatrix, Lulu



because the main characters (ie...)




The Hero Without A Past
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Must have gorgeous hair, blue or green eyes (a mixture is also acceptable), and be proficient in the use of bladed weapons. Instant and unconditional love for the Lovely Heroine a necessity. Must also have at least two of the following:

--At least 5 years missing from memory
--A dysfunctional relationship with 1 or more Reluctantly Protective Father Figures
--A distinct aversion to helping others (must be willing to go through attitude adjustment)
Examples: Cloud Strife, Squall Leonhart, Zidane Tribal, Tidus



and




The Lovely Heroine
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Required: brunette hair, heart-shaped face, sweet smile. Must have basic knowledge of White Magic (on-the-job training will be provided). Must also be willing to gradually fall in love with the Hero Without A Past.
CAUTION: There is a guarantee of near-death experiences inherent in this job, with a 1-in-4 chance of actually dying. You have been warned.
Examples: Aeris Gainsborough, Rinoa Heartilly, Princess Garnet Til Alexandros, Yuna



can kiss my ass.

:: britt was abducted @ 5:40 PM, Wednesday, October 29, 2003 ::

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Some things are just meant to make people die with laughter.

Latin translation of "Baby Got Back." Yes, you read that right. Complete with the itty bitty waist and round thing in your face.

:: britt was abducted @ 4:27 PM, ::

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Perfection is over-rated
you'd want nothing of the sort.
You'd rather be full of holes and flaws
faulty and unusable.
People egg you on,
won't let you stumble or fall
or rest.
You'd rather frown and cry,
weak and childish.
Everyone pushes you on.

So plaster on your glass smile
Look at them through empty eyes.

Work for them,
conform for them,
bleed for them.

Hide your frustration and pain
Until you can shout it out over your blood red sky.

------

Poetry blog. Why?
Because I woke up one morning and the sky was red.


I know it doesn't make sense. I just decided that I haven't been broody or depressing enough these past few weeks.

:: britt was abducted @ 1:15 PM, Tuesday, October 28, 2003 ::

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You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying.

"And The Vampire was all that remained on
the blood drowned creation. She attempted to
regrow life from the dead. But as she was
about to give the breath of life, she was
consumed in the flame of The Phoenix and the
cycle began again."

Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)
and Isis (Egyptian).
The Vampire is associated with the concept of
death, the number 9, and the element of fire.
Her sign is the eclipsed moon.

As a member of Form 9, you are a very realistic
individual. You may be a little idealistic,
but you are very grounded and down to earth.
You realize that not everything lasts, but you
savor every minute of the good times. While
you may sometimes find yourself lonely, you
have strong ties with people that will never be
broken. Vampires are the best friends to have
because they are sensible.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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mwahahahahaaa...


:: britt was abducted @ 12:52 AM, ::

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There is now a live action version of Sailor Moon. Go download it. It'll make you laugh. I guarantee it. Laugh and laugh and laugh...
Seriously though, it is a pretty endearing rendition. And I do like the glasses they gave to Ami...

:: britt was abducted @ 7:38 PM, Monday, October 27, 2003 ::

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Two words: Indian Rap.

:: britt was abducted @ 8:41 PM, Saturday, October 25, 2003 ::

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When I added Art Center's webpage to my "favorites" bar, it showed as a big orange-red dot.

....

Uh, thats all.

:: britt was abducted @ 5:07 AM, Thursday, October 23, 2003 ::

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Akio is such a slut. Or rather, the ultimate pimp.

:: britt was abducted @ 8:21 PM, Wednesday, October 22, 2003 ::

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This game is so friggin' cute.

:: britt was abducted @ 8:47 PM, Tuesday, October 21, 2003 ::

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Oh, and Christine, this is for you.

:: britt was abducted @ 11:36 PM, Monday, October 20, 2003 ::

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I cannot stress how much I love Alien 9. It's so...so cute and weird and and sad and incredibly disturbing and...I LOVE IT. The opening theme makes me laugh, and the ending theme just makes me all sad and depressed inside. Especially in the last episode, when it plays and you watch get to watch the sad sad cliff hanger which won't be resolved in anime format. As far as I can tell. The manga continues it, so I know what happens, but...it still makes me so friggin' sad.
For only four episodes, it really establishes the characters amazingly well, and the japanese seiyuu's are so so good, and I think I will get it on dvd. When the price goes down. Central Park Media (the company releasing it) seems to like all the strange/weird/ambiguous/perverted/pornish anime titles, so I think the translations won't be too off the mark, but I'm still wary.

...
I think I'll go watch it and read it again...who needs more than 5 hours of sleep anyways?

Sometimes,
whether this body is happy or sad,

I don't know anymore.

Is the other side of the mirror in truth, reality?
Or just light?

I don't know anymore.

The fact that you love me,
How will you make it clear to me?
Only by continuing to love can I prove it.
Your back murmurs to me.

I felt as though I was able to see your true heart.
Or so I thought.

The fact that you feel it,
How will you make it clear to me?
By wholeheartedly searching for you before the feeling subsides.
Your gaze whispers to me.

In the weakness of life,
I saw it's strength.
Or so I thought.

The fact that you love me,
How will you make it clear to me?
Only by continuing to love can I prove it.
Your back murmurs to me.

Just a little, I was able to see your true heart.
Or so I thought.
-rebirth, alien 9 ending theme


:: britt was abducted @ 10:35 PM, ::

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Kill Bill was a delightful study of blood and gore. Heads lolling...limbs flying...blood spouting...innards, uh, spewing...

It was great.

And I absolutely love the soundtrack. Love. Love love love. I will get it. Just as soon as I scrounge up some money. I can't wait.

Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
-bang bang (my baby shot me down)

I also have the ridiculous urge to watch Pulp Fiction.

:: britt was abducted @ 7:11 PM, Sunday, October 19, 2003 ::

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I love how my mom explains certain English phrases to my grandma so she can understand it.

Fortune Cookie...uh, "fortune" - "Romance and Travel go together."
Grandma: What that say?
Dad: 'Romance and Travel go together.'
Grandma: What that?
Mom: You know...'Ro-mah-n-soo and ter-ah-val go too-ge-der.'

Apparently, that's how you say that certain sentence in Cantonese. Haha, cracks me up when people expect that saying the same thing but with an accent will help.

:: britt was abducted @ 11:31 PM, Saturday, October 18, 2003 ::

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Got the DVD special edition of The Lion King. I have my two favorites now. I can die happy.
But not before I see "Kill Bill." Someone go see it with me. It's supposed to be nice and gory.

:: britt was abducted @ 9:46 PM, Monday, October 13, 2003 ::

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Apparently, when the fire alarms at Art Center go off, people actually evacuate. I was in the library when these screeching wails go off - I was right next to one of the blasted alarms. Anyways, I did what I always do during fire alarms: I covered my ears and went on doing what I was doing. Imagine my surprise when I looked up and saw people leaving the room. It was shocking. One of the librarians was even making rounds ushering people out. He started motioning frantically at me when he saw I wasn't moving. It was, of course, I false alarm, as I didn't see any smoke nor fire engines, but it did cut half and hour outta my lunch. This confirms my belief that the students at Marshall will die horrendously trapped in a burning building.

:: britt was abducted @ 12:15 AM, Saturday, October 11, 2003 ::

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Spent most of the late morn/noon with my grandma. She fed me, explained (in her broken english) the general plot and characters of some Chinese soap opera set in the Ching dynasty, and I think she tried to set me up. o-O
She kept talking about some friend's son in Canton who was a "very good son" and that I was supposed to e-mail him on her behalf. And strike up my own correspondance as well. I think I'm scared.

Also, I went with mother dearest to downtown to drop off some of her students contest posters, and apparently everyone who works in the building likes to exchange names and shake hands.

In the room:
Guy: Oh, thank you for the posters, thats great.
Me: No, thank you. Good--
Guy: Oh, whats your name? You go to Marshall?
Me: Uh, My name's Brittany. My mother is a teacher there, I'm just dropping this off for her.
Guy: Oh, thats nice. My name's Ben.
("Ben" reaches over and shakes my hand. I'm halfway out the door, still trying to leave.)
Me: Okay then, thanks again, bye!
Ben: BYE!!!
(Ben waves enthusiastically)

Outside the building:
Guy: Hey, you don't look like you work here.
Me: Oh, no, I just came here to drop something off.
Guy: Oh, because you signed out, and I was a little surprised.
Me: Oh, uh, the guard wanted me to sign in, so...
Guy: Oh, I see. Hahahahaaa. My name's Jose!
Me: ...Brittany.
("Jose" reaches over to shake my hand. I look desperately for my ride.)
Jose: You're from...Thai--no, wait, you're Chinese, right?
Me: Uh, yeah.
(Finally, the car shows up, I practically run to it filled with relief and joy.)
Me: Bye! (insert big fake smile)
Jose: Nice meeting you! BYE!!!
(Jose waves enthusiastically)

Inside the car:
Mom: ... (stares at me)
Me: Please, just don't ask. I just don't know.

:: britt was abducted @ 7:25 PM, Monday, October 06, 2003 ::

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My room smells like Raid.

:: britt was abducted @ 12:58 AM, ::

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