Right... So, how ya like the dancing Kirbies, huh? Pretty damned awesome, i know! No need for applause, I'm good! hehe I do think that my head might swell yet some more if you applaud, so please... No! If you want me to get through the door, NO!! DO NOT APPLAUD! Like I was saying... If you want me to get through the door, DO NOT APPLAUD! Dammit, now you've done it... You applauded. Jeepers crow people. Now how the hell am I supposed to go up and get my Bio book to study? "MOM!!! My head won't fit through the door! Help!!" Yeah... That'll go over real big. See what kind of trouble you've stirred up? And all for applauding about some silly dancing kirbies, which Mark taught me to do. dammit! I blame it all on him! Bad Mark! Bad Mark! Go back to your damned physics! I'm not talking to you anymore, you Physics-major friek!!!

(I was sjut kidding... No need to get sad, man... I sitll love ya! But damn! Now I can't fit through the door!!! Can physics help me in this case? If I take a pin to my skull... will it shrink again? Please????)

Anyway, the play last night was fun. I didn't think it was the greatest I've ever seen, but the acting in it was awesome, and the play itself was pretty decent! I was able to sit through the last half of it after a full bottle of Mountain Dew. That's gotta tell you something.

Anyway... I think the only time I was even somewhat fun last night, was when I was so high on sugar, that me and Matt were talking with Italian accents in hte car, about absolutely nothing, and I was laughing my ass off. Unfortunately, that high wore off pretty quickly, and I was back to being boring, depressing old me... Eh, whatcha gonna do? *points a finger at her head* Pow. Shoot me dead.

*grins* Oh man... do you know how far along i am in the RPG world? I went in as Aerienne again, and i had so many people saying hi and whatnot I nearly fell down dead. Then i went in as loki, and only naomi said hi. Just shows how much I killed my C's... hehe

I wanna RP... Now, do I want the Daemoness Rain Black, (~:~ Wings of darkened coal flutter in the cold breeze of the night, dark wells of ebony staring out over the undulating surface of the lake's eery depths, the monsters gliding noiselessly beneath the oily surface invisible to the naked eye. Dark hair whips out behind her still form, as she stands at the edge of the cliff, an overhanging above the abyss beneath lying dark and still, not even hte winds daring to disturb the quietude of that unholy place. ~:~)
Or perhaps the Angelic Aerienne de Woodlake, (*Long, tapered fingernails tap ceaselessly against the polished wood of the tavern's bartop as she glances out into the throngs of tavern-goers, watching for the one whom could so easily break the cycles of boredom she is plagued by as of late. The glass lying beside her hand, ignored for the moment, sits quietly, awaiting a command or movement from her other equally lovely hand.A roll of emerald green eyes as yet another ignorant young one comes to her, wanting her company, presuming her to be one of the elegant whores that concentrates their efforts into the populous' of the tavern. A signal from her other hand, lying slack at her side, sends the wolf at her feet, already growling softly under his breaht, loud enough for her to hear yet far too soft to be heard by a normal human in this amount of noise, to his feet, and snarling at the aggravating person. Once the intruder is chased off, the hand swings once again, and the wolf lies back down, hidden once more under the bar edge's shadows, his keen grey eyes sparkling distinctly in the light of the tavern, before his ehad is pulled back once more into shadow, the hand still once again, green eyes of his mistress roving ceaselessly.*)
Or... Just maybe... The Dragoness Lokila Darya... ( :: Vivacious, vibrant violet eyes glance out from under the unruly mane of yellow-blonde hair streaked as it is with lighter, sun-bleached strands that refuse to get darker even with the winter's onset, peering from hte shadows ever as she glances at her sister who sits across the table from her, taking in the black hair that as it gets farther down the strands, turns a brilliant, bloody hue, straight as hers, yet as controlled as hers is unruly- an example of their each and own temperments, she supposes. A shrug of slender shoulders, one brow arching as she spots a person of whom she's known, one hand rising imperiously from the table to wave. A distracted glance at her sister, as she strives to capture what exactly she'd jsut said... Oh yes, something about the lessening numbers of clan members... A sigh, her sister's piercing glance enough to cause her to give a dark look, then slouch ever deeper in her chair. Cocking her head at her sister, she smiles coldly at her sharp words, not bothering to give a retort, instead standing lazily, her full 6' height towering over her more petite sister, long hair rippling down to her waist, eyes locked upon her sister's own. The voice that escapes her is relatively deep, the control she exerts over ehrself apparent in it, the slight edge to it caused by annoyance. :: Dearest sister, I appreciate your efforts to bring more dragons into the clan, but must we cause this wedge between us to deepen and split us apart ever moreso because of it? I will be abck, of no worries. If you are hungry, there is a flock of sheep the next valley over- and they are unusually plump this time of year. :: The tip of her tongue flits out and licks her lips, moistening them ever so slightly... :: A little tough maybe, but still very good. :: )

Fun times... fun times...