Wannabe Teen Angst From a Fan of Those Guys Who Sing Mmmbop

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 20:30:44 GMT

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line or so (unless the first line reveals the song title) from the first 25 songs that play.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and song title correctly.
P.S. Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING. Seriously, don't cheat and ruin the game.

I am only doing Hanson. Because that's the only music I have on this computer. :D Good luck, this should be hard.

1. I've told you a thousand times, she is the end of, the end of the line

2. *mumbles horribly* I see you, in my *censored*, and you are so fair, tried so hard to find you, but you were never there
Dream Girl

3. Well this feelin' that you're feelin', is somethin I know you've felt before

4. *cut out first few lines* We were takin a walk one day, my truck came over the hill
In The Road

5. All the boys from Minnesota, they drink whiskey for their fun

6. Just a simple conversation, but I've memorized each line

7. ~~Well I've finally found tomorrow, 'cause I've just now found today~~
Last Train

8. ~~For all the love we've made, just one thing stays the same~~
Go

9. ~~Then I saw your face, suddenly I'm losing faith (yeah, I wouldn't get this one by just those lyrics either, but the title to this song is what I'm doing right now)~~
Wasting Time

10. I thought I heard you raking the coals, underneath this lonely man's soles

11. ~~There's a downtown corner, people downtown know~~
Been There Before

12. ~~Are you ready to lose? Are you ready to win?~~
Breaktown

13. ~~Are you fallin asleep at the wheel; maybe there's a feeling that you've been brushing off~~
Something Going Round

14. ~~(not original Hanson, but their version is much better) You, who are on the road, must have a code, that you can live by~~
Teach Your Children

15. I know you must have something, something you want or think that you need and are afraid to lose

16. You don't know who I am

17. Gone astray, we find ourselves right on the edge of fallin apart

18. Conversations from four o'clock til nine, confrontation, she'll never compromise.

19. ~~I met the *censored* at the Taco Bell, said "How ya doin, hows it burnin in hell?"~~
Devil's Nachos

The rest will be easier, because it looks like they're just about all unreleased before this point.

20. ~~Every single time I see you, I start to feel this way~~
If Only

21. ~~Sittin on the corner of nowhere road, just between I wish I could and I don't know~~
Sure About It

22. ~~You feel like liberation, you give me new sensations~~
Every Word I Say

23. ~~Don't you smell those cookies he's baking~~
Everybody Knows the Claus

24. ~~Waking up this morning thinking this can't be real~~
Underneath

25. ~~Out my window, a memory, I'm dying inside~~
Madeline

Okay, so go ahead, kill it!

Either way the election goes...

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 18:59:16 GMT

I thought this as soon as I heard the song, I mean, damn, its a bit obvious. Not mine, but its from one of my myspace friends.

I heart my Hanson boys.

Oh, and I totally voted this morning, 7 am, bright and early.

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 12:44:08 GMT

It has been over a year since I added an entry, but I've been tagged!

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
B) Tag people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people. [[[or not]]]

01. What is your favorite show on TV?
House, its pretty much the only thing I watch

02. What are you wearing at the moment?
Jeans and my Hanson Underneath Acoustic 2003 shirt

03. What was the best part of your day?
Figuring out my messenger was broken, and it wasn't that everyone was ignoring me.

04. What is your favorite scent?
Between Victoria's Secret Pure Seduction and an old Walmart cologne, New York Nights (which my boyfriend and all of his cousins/friends got for christmas one year)

05. What is your favorite drink?
non-alcoholic- chai tea. yeah, I'm one of those people.
alcoholic- cider. it tastes non-alcoholic

06. What do you drink the most?
regular iced tea

07. What is your favorite restaurant?
Panera for now, I work there and get cheap food

08. What will you be doing after finishing this?
Studying for a test, which I should be doing now :D

09. What did you want to be when you grew up?
a hippie.

10. Your favorite romantic movie?
A movie? Most of those are crappy. I prefer books

11. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
YAY HANSON FANS!

12. What are you afraid of?
losing my friends, people in general hating me

13. What's your favorite item of clothing?
Anything Hanson. This poor UA shirt is not doing well anymore. I did get to wear it in my senior pictures, though. The photographer wasn't happy with it.

14. What time do you usually go to bed?
we get in bed around midnight, talk with my roommate for a while, end up asleep by 2-3

15. What's the meaning behind your LJ username/name/nicknames you go by?
snofaerie- I needed a new username at the time, was a big neopets fan, so I used that. It was just something random. I now use ripzacshair (RIP Zac's Hair, which I got right after Zac cut his hair off) or toxiciridescence (killer rainbowy stuff).

Considering I haven't actually done anything on this in a while, I'm just a commenter/lurker, I probably shouldn't tag anyone.

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 15:54:32 GMT

I'll take a passage from the Book of Mel to prove my point further:
"Since it is the evil of the Hebrew people that brings upon woe to others, it is those of Jewish heritage that are responsible for the drama in schools for adolescents and teens. This is one of the evilest sins the Hebrews bring upon the people, and they are scorned."
-Mel Gibson

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 15:44:40 GMT

I truly am happy that I'm out of high school. It is wonderful. With 22k people here, if I don't want to hang out with someone or see someone, I really don't have to. I don't have to hang around with homophobes, heterophobes, people who do drugs, people who drink all the time (one or two of my friends drink, but never around me and never mention it around me), racists, people who don't know what a condoms and birth control are, etc. I like the fact that people can talk without having to back it up with the threat of physical violence... for the most part. Sadly, there are a few situations where I would understand the need for a little chest-puffing, but that's mostly around the idiots that aren't going to make it anywhere anyways. Among social circles, however, I'm glad that barbaric notion is gone. I'm glad that, since I'm busy, its actually easier to burn bridges. I am not stuck in a building that I can't leave, day after day, just wanting so badly to be able to be even somewhat independent; to get away from the people that in other situations, I would never choose to be around. Some people are your friends just because they're around day in and day out. Many of the people I met in high school fit into that category at least for some of the time. I have a few of those now, of course, but nowhere near as many as I did, and I can bring around the people that I HAVE made friends with in the meantime.

Sure, there are some people I miss from high school. But mostly I feel bad that it was that particular setting I met them in, because I'm quite ready to move on with my life. I haven't even felt "happy" very much lately, but I'm happier now than I was then. All through high school I told myself "college will be better" and frankly, I'm glad I was right.

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 05:27:34 GMT

And furthermore, to quote the Book of Mel:
"It henceforth shall always be the fault of the Jewish people for those concieved children of imbeciles who happen not to be married."
-Mel Gibson

Hanson on Popworld 2005

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 10:14:56 GMT

Wow, let's see, Hanson condoms, "powdered sugar", and they all say (without trying to say it) that Isaac sleeps with the fans. Oh DEAR.

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 23:04:00 GMT

Hmm, let's see:

I had a good time yesterday at Kenny's party. Spent way too much money, though.

http://www.aolmusicnewsblog.com/2006/06/10/such-a-hanson-couple/ Zac got married.

I had a precancerous growth on my arm, have had it for a while now. I just got to the dermatologist today and had that frozen along with a mole reduced. They're checking the mole for cancer. He didn't believe me when I said I don't go to the tanning bed and that I wear sunscreen on a regular basis. Bastard. I like my skin to be white and speak out all the time about the stupidity of tanning beds. At the moment in my car I have SPF 60 sunscreen and put it on before I go to school every day. Then he judges me and gives me a "I know you're lying" look when I say I don't bake myself.

My boyfriend won't answer my calls. I want to tell him I don't need surgery.

Levi is talking to me again via myspace. I don't know why I'm talking to him, really, considering he tore me apart emotionally for a while. I guess its the same as me going back and talking to Jenny, except Levi doesn't TRY to piss me off.

On that note, I, my dumbass self, still wish to be friends with Jay. She's done with me because I was pissed off with her and because she treats dreams like gospel... I still can't help feel a sense of loss, though. I'm pretty sure that won't go away. Bleh, even psychologists know that dreams can be interpreted many ways and should provide insight-- not answers. More like a fortune cookie than the Bible.

The retreat coming up will be awesome.

If you come to my LJ and see that I've sold out, get firefox and adblock plus (with filterset G if you want it to be simple) the ads will be gone. I don't see them anyway, so I might as well have extra features. I'm not giving them more money, are you?

With the C word discussed, I really need a hug. Hopefully my "other appointment" tomorrow will go better than this one and she won't treat me like a baby like this guy did. Of course, it isn't likely because I'm going to her because I'm NOT a little girl anymore.

Andrew and his girlfriend are downstairs. I wasn't asked to chaperone; he just asked if I was going anywhere tonight. He apparently told my dad that I agreed to be here with them so they could come over. I didn't realize this until my dad was gone and they were downstairs alone, and my dad left me a note saying "please check on them, but don't hover. Just make sure they don't get into trouble."

I really really really need a hug. Anyone?

So... How I know I'm in Love.

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 21:54:21 GMT

How do I know I'm in love? I recently (I'm a bit late on this) got the news that Zac Hanson is engaged. And I'm okay with that. Well, as long as she doesn't go Yoko Ono and kill Hanson. If she's smart, she won't anyway, because there will be a few thousand rabid fans on her. The news was a surprise, but I'm not sad. It shows that I'm growing up though.

It is quite weird to think that I've been a Hanson fan for 6 years now. That is a bit under 1/3 of my life. Since the beginning I've dreamed of one of the Hansons whisking me off to be with them, so I could have their children. Hanson is still a big part of my life, don't get me wrong about that, but the only thing this engagement makes me feel is excited that I will be engaged and married to the person I'm with.

I'm still not sure exactly when I will "make the plunge" but his mum had a talk with him about marriage the other day, and mentioned that as long as we weren't sacrificing our schooling, she would be okay with it. My mother is expecting it to happen, and my dad has been "you should elope!" for at least a year. I just feel really lucky to have him and have our families approve. I'd be with him anyway, but family approval makes life tons easier.

Another thing I'm quite grateful for is the fact that he is my best friend. It isn't because he's dating me, but because he treats me like a best friend should. He makes me feel good about myself. He gets me to sing (which I don't do in front of other people after being berated for it nearly 3 years ago, and usually makes me cry). He's okay with me liking Hanson. We can hang out all day, just sitting across the room from each other on our respective computers.

In other recent events, I'm done with school for the semester. I've been cleaning and studying all day (cleaning because Christina is coming to spend the night tonight and my room is an utter disaster). I got $180 back for my text books from last semester (and a few from this one). I am TOTALLY ready to leave Unitas. There is so much tension here. The other day, at the end of the year cookout, there was a kid who cut in line to get food and threatened everyone who said something, then picked a fight with an RA. He was back the next day, telling a sob story to the rower girls. The rower girls are men.

I'm going to school over the summer. I'm taking Sociology 101 and Psychology 301 (quantitative methods class... eww), each for a month. Sociology will be with Craig, which will be cool. I almost traded it for Communications with Stephan, but it is a pre-req for the fall Soc class I'm taking. This will be the first semester I won't have a class with him. Le Sigh.

Cedric (my plant) is doing very well. He is almost ready for a new pot, and has his own water bottle (which I marked "Cedric") to go along with his potting soil in the garage. That's mostly to piss Andrew off, though. The bottle is so I don't drink Cedric's water. I still need pictures of him. He deserves some celebrity, cuz he's awesome. The best house plant around. Maybe I'll make an "I *heart* Cedric" icon!

Have I missed anything? I don't remember... Tell me if I have.

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 03:23:28 GMT

Eew. I might need a new dress. I've gained a LOT of weight lately and I don't know if I'll fit it. *sigh* Well, that's just one more thing to add to my melancholy mood. I've just wanted to cry all day. Cedric (my wonderful plant) is all cute and reaching for sunlight in his pink and red pot that I got for v-day and I can't even smile at that. I swear, I'm just whiney lately. I also have to make the hard decision of whether or not Stephan is spending the night tonight, and he usually gets what he wants on that regard... It would probably help out my mood (no going and getting ideas guys, I couldn't do that kind of stuff at the moment if I wanted to... its just so he can hold me and make me feel better. I'm putting off my homework and not helping him with his at the moment, just so maybe I can get a hold of myself. I'll write sometime.

My memory lane trippyness

Thu, 19 Jan 2006 08:09:30 GMT

So I was rummaging through some old stuff and found some stuff I'd written that I don't even remember writing. Be prepared for ANGST!Jess. Oh, and this is almost all homosec-tual, so be prepared. No smuttiness, just some implications. Erm, I think My dearest brother is like, really messed up and I creep myself out... seriously, I'm now disturbed. Lovesick Ramblings is probably my most realistic, and I took a few defining parts out, but other than that I just poured this whole period into a page and a half. I hurt, and I just had to express it. Reading it over actually made me cry.

Edit: Jenny and I did My dearest brother together. I think we started out with the same concept together and wrote separately to see what we got out of it. That is, if I'm remembering right. If I'm wrong, I'm sure she'll tell me. I HEART YOU JAY!

I'm Confused
On the outside looking in
You see honeysuckles and friends
Identical houses all in a row
Loving parents
Who would do anything for each other

On the inside looking, out?
Trailer parks and trash words
Littered playgrounds and abused children
A woman who is blind to the facts
And a man who doesn't appreciate her

Do you still wonder why I'm so confused?

"I love you," she said to me.

I give her a wry smile, "No you don't. If you loved me, you would have been there for me when I hurt so bad. You would've decided to stay with me instead of her. I did love you, Carrie. But going through all this to make me decide my love for you hurt me too much. I don't love you anymore."

"How could you do this? I never did anything like this to you!" she choked out.

"Yes you did. Every minute of every day. Every time you told her you loved her. That she was your world. That you could never love someone else. And every single time you kissed her and touched her. You never had to say you stopped loving me. Actions speak louder than words. You told me that a million times over," I spat the words out at her. All feeling, emotional and physical strength had been drained from me.

Carrie got up from the bed, touched my shoulders and looked into my eyes. Emotions came rushing through me again, as if one look could bring me to life. My jaw started trembling, followed by the rest of my body.

We sat down on the floor and both cried. I'd never seen her cry before. Nor had I made someone cry before, next to my parents. I'd done something like this to keep my pride and to make sure I didn't hurt anymore. But I wouldn't anyway, and I put her through just what she did to me.

I held her and everything else in the world stopped. The last hour ran through my head. Arriving just as Lisa stomped out and glared at me. Running in to check on Carrie, to find her sobbing on the bed. They'd broken up. I'd tried to put my arm around her, but she had pushed me away. I had forgotten the rule: Don't touch Carrie. So I got up. It hurt not being able to do anything, but by that time I'd been used to it.

I was brought back to the present to the last few hiccups of a good cry. Her big brown eyes penetrated mine.

"C'mon Carrie. You're spending the night at my apartment tonight."

"Okay."

And we left.

Blind

How could you be so blind?
to not see how I could love her
to shun and block out everything our love
could be
because it follows no rules

How could you not see
the beauty that radiates from her smile
the warmth in her big eyes
and the soft touch of her hands

I'm not you
I see what you see
I just feel for someone differently

But I'm hated
People hurt me
I'm avoided
because I don't love the same
as you do

Yet I can't be bitter
Because then the beauty of it would diminish
So I love you through it all
So you may accept me someday

My Drug

And then, there is my drug. Once a week I get my fix and I'm okay for a while. Without it, I find myself cold, alone. I think my parents are starting to catch on, but they don't mind as long as it doesn't get out of hand. The high I get is incomprehensible.

I've found my drug. And his name is Taylor. The addiction is overpowering, and getting my drug brings back my life. You have never found love until you've felt the high he can give you.

Of course, every good drug has horrid side effects. People know, the ones who look for it. Others block it out, pretend it isn't there. Considering he's my older brother, this feeling is more illegal, controversial, and unwanted than all others.

Yet I stay. My yearning for more, my need doesn't allow me to leave.

I'm sorry I fell in love.

My dearest brother,

"Do you know why I die?" Yes Taylor. I know why you died. Because you made my life hell on Earth. Because you knew what you were doing and what I was capable of, yet you kept it up.

I thought you loved me. I thought you really cared. But you lied to me, and I was not even willing to believe you at first. But you convinced me. I was so naive. That is the only way I'm happy, isn't it? When I'm lied to. When I don't know how people really feel about me, and think they love me when they say they do.

You deserved it, Taylor. Go to hell. You notice I didn't look at you in the end. Because if I did, I'd stop myself. You sweet, caring face hid everything so well. I couldn't ever hurt that.

Oh, and Natalie? She never loved you anyway. She was making out with me in the back of the church during your funeral. She couldn't look at your face either.

You left behind a legacy of lies, Tay. I hope you're happy now.

Zac

Lovesick Ramblings

Have you ever seen someone smile and know you were in the presence of someone great? Someone, totally untouch by the evils of the world around you; who actually knows right from wrong and who is capable of the deepest forms of love out there.

And since you have found their greatness, fallen in love. Not the "say I love you but just until I find someone better" kind. Real, true love. Where you'd stand by them, no matter what. And if they ever needed you, you would be the first one at their side.

Then find they could never be in love with you. No matter how much your heart has reach out, taken them in, and bled for their love, they end up with another.

You want them to be happy, but every second for the next four months is breaking your heart as intensely as the first time her heart belongs to someone else.

Right before her heart leaves you behind, though, she holds your hand and takes you into her warm, safe embrace, and looks into your eyes. That look you'll never forget, even if you forget the feelings of when she touched you, when her lips pressed against yours, or any of the other looks that she gave you when she actually did love you with all her heart.

And even though you want what's best for her, you want her to love who she wants to love, you can't help thinking your soulmate was stolen and you'll never love again. So you turn and look for affection in the wrong places in hopes that something would understand.

Finally, you look yourself in the mirror, and find nothing but a whisper of who she fell in love with. You wish with all your heart you could change it all, but you realize you don't know how.

For the first time, life has lost all its flavor. What really matters? Ant this is where I'm at right now. At the corner of "What I Want" and "Where I'm Headed." But looking down the first road, I see my happiness could only be achieved if everyone else is hurt. So I go down the path I'm headed, seeing only a bit in front of me, but having faith those paths will cross again.

Hmm, update...

Sat, 10 Dec 2005 05:14:10 GMT

Well, I got feverish during my Calc final, which sucks... its 4 hours out of my 15 and could absolutely ruin my GPA. Well, I have:
Class Hours Grade Quality Points
Psychology 3 A (99%!) 12
Policing 3 B 12
Gen Ed 1 A 4
French 4 ?A/B? 16/12
Calculus 4 ?C/D? 8/ 4

So I've got to either get an A in French or a C in Calc to keep my GPA above 3.0, but I have no idea on either. Grr. My B in policing shouldn't be there, but I got sick before a test, and my Calc grade is kinda low because of that stupid heart problem I had earlier in the year and missed a quiz. It almost made me fail Gen Ed also. EVIL!Class.

hmm, I cleaned my room. I have everything I own on my side again. Mami (my roommate from Japan) borrowed my copy of Pirates of the Caribbean, so she loves me. I'm just wondering what she and her friends will do with it... I don't think they know THAT much English yet. Of course, as soon as she got here she bought Aladdin to help with her English. Maybe she has a thing for Orlando Bloom.

I have to move out by Thursday at noon, and I'm not sure if I want a roommate next semester or not. It was lonely without Mami here, but I don't want someone like April who really gave me bad vibes, and I liked the privacy and the extra desk...

Hmm, I remember crying to this song. I think I played it right after Jay and I broke up. It just gives me sad vibes, even though it is not a sad song (Everything I Own by NSYNC). I think this was my breakup CD for Cody, Adam, Jenny, and Nick, now that I think of it. Taylorbob is still sitting at the foot of my bed, the present Melissa got me for my 16th birthday. I couldn't throw Taylorbob away if I wanted to, but I just can't help thinking sometimes that I dwell too much. I just don't want to forget what it feels to lose two people I love the most because of something stupid I've done. If I forget it, it will happen again. When going over psychological disorders, I realize that I really did have major depression, and it started my GAD, OCD, ADD, and hypochondria ;).

Sorry if you're just tuning in and don't understand half of that paragraph. Its probably best that way. Oh, and listening to my breakup cd doesn't mean anything now, Stephan and I are fine. Blissful and stuff like that.

Well, college life has been good to me. I'm healthier than I've been since my days swimming, and happier with life (I've been happy with relationships, but life has sucked in general) since France, and before that since before my big depression, when I didn't care about stuff. I've thrived on the independence that I have, and I'm okay with the stuff I can't do. I might take a beginner's art class over the summer.

I didn't hit the Freshman 15. Yet. I'm up to 120, but that happened before school started. I've just stayed there. My body has been shaping itself differently all year, though. It can't seem to stay in one shape and keeps getting all womanly. Not that I'm complaining. This is the first time I've had a little tummy (of course, when I say little, I mean it), and people don't come up to me and call me insanely small or anything.

Yeah, my health problems this semester: Sinus infection (The cause of my B in JA, cuz it totally helped me bomb the first test), heart flutterings because of the medicine from the sinus infection (which really hurt my calc grade), and my feverish feelings I've had the past few days (which might have killed everything). That, compared to any other semester of my schooling... ever... is amazing. I'm a sick person, and I have gotten quite used to it. There was a point when I couldn't remember being totally healthy, even for a day.

Two of some kids from my high school just fell for the bonzai kittens hoax. You'd think that a high school degree would let you see past a hoax that's been around for at least 5 years, but apparently not. I mean really. It irks me.

*sigh* I guess thats all I wish to say tonight. See ya in the next century.

Just because he's stupid

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 18:45:34 GMT

Seriously, my brother needs to learn to put his stuff away. Let me tell you, this kid is the dumbest boy I've ever seen on any normal day, but really, this is crappier than anything I've seen yet.
Edit: So I spilled, and he knows that I put it up. He doesn't know how long it was up... but still. Hope you guys enjoyed.

Oh, Hanson.

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 22:08:56 GMT

    Well, I went to see Hanson last night. It was quite magical. I missed my boyfriend and my ex girlfriend, cuz stephan went to the back of the place because he couldn't breathe and was getting dizzy and sick, and mother took us so Jenny couldn't go. I called her, but i don't know if it worked or not. I really did want her to come.
    I bought a shirt from Jessica Hanson. She's so pretty! I swear I'll tell anyone who listens.
    I must go subway my boyfriend up. I'll post more later.

    He woke up, his head was pounding softly. Nothing was registering in his mind yet, except that he was in pain. Most of his body hurt, but it was concentrated in his--BLOODY HELL! Dudley Dursley was laying next to him, smoking a cigarette. Naked. Ron was in shock. He tried to jump up, but blood and cum held him to the sheet.
"What the shite did you do to me?!"
"I heard you last night," said Dudley breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."
                                                                                              *
    He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again... and always, growing more insistent all the time, the question of why nothing had happened yet. Hermione was infuriating. A tease. Worse than his sister! He'd lost his anal virginity at the beginning of this summer, so he wasn't worried about waiting like he was before. Hermione had flounced around him constantly, showing him how far she could fit a sugar quill down her throat, sitting on his lap and rubbing herself against him, and especially wearing those damn muggle low-cut tops. He craved to be in her, but his pride held him back from telling her. They were in a war, though. They'd end up together physically and romantically later, but right now it was too risky. Both of them needed an easy release, and fast.
    That's what brought him here, to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and George were fine-tuning his invention. All they needed was instructions on what to do and the object: a muggle dildo. Ron found it in his dad's waste bin; his mum must have found it and thrown it out as she was cleaning. His idea couldn't be sold as a joke, but he very well could do under-the-counter business. The prototype, however, was headed straight for Hermione's luggage.
                                                                                              *
    Ron woke up with a start. He heard a door slam downstairs, and rushed down to greet the visitor. Mrs. Weasley returned from Diagon Alley around six o' clock, laden with books and carrying a long package wrapped in brown paper that Ron took from her with a moan of longing. He took it upstairs to his room, and stroked it. Another moan. It worked! Sneaking into Hermione's luggage would issue a great challenge. The idea was soon scrapped when he found out her pillow would be a better hiding place, as she was near that more often than she went through her luggage; everything she owned was unpacked and organized in the desk and the bureau.
    Hermione reached her room after lunch. Teasing Ron was rather tiring today. She entered and threw herself on the bed, hitting her head on something hard under her pillow. She pulled it out and studied it in amazement. She'd always wanted to try one, but only a scarlet woman would buy something like that. She used magic to clean, just to make it safe to use. It could be cursed, she realized, but it was worth the risk to subdue the ache built between her legs.
    She imperturbed the room, and gently removed her clothing, rubbing the dildo against her clit. She trailed it down and gasped in pain as she plunged it in.
                                                                                            *
    "So you're telling me that you feel whatever she does with it?" Harry inquired incredulously.
    "Yeah, and--oi, she just banged me!"
    "Well that was fast. You should probably build up your stamina a bit!"
    "Harry! I mean she hit it."
    "And so did you," Harry said, his smile growing. He knew Ron was brilliant if he just applied himself.
    "Dammit to Merlin, Harry. I think she stepped on the dildo!"
    "Ooh, that's bollocks, mate."
    "Ah! Not anymore!"
    "Ron, doesn't this feel a bit morally wrong?"
    "Like what do you mean?" he asked, between gasps.
    "Like what happens when you two finally do go at it for the first time?"
    "We're not going to use magic," Ron ejaculated loudly.
                                                                                            *
    Fred and George Weasley apparated into the Burrow that night. To their mother's dismay, they went straight to Ron. She knew something was going on, but felt that she didn't want to know what it was.
    "So?"
    "How was it?"
    "Has she-"
    "-used it yet?"
    "Slow down guys," Ron exclaimed. He was still recovering from Hermione's third go at his charmed dildo.
    "Oh yeah, it works. Quite exciting, yet very wrong to watch," Harry interjected, knowing that it would be a bit before Ron got done.
    "Good. We wanted to see if it worked before trying to stretch the charm," grinned Fred, mischievously.
    "This one," George explained, while pulling a new dildo from behind his back, "is linked to the two of us. Now we need a test subject."     Harry looked at them, wide-eyed, afraid of which "subject" they would choose. Ron had pulled the curtains shut on his bed, as Hermione was enjoying herself again.
    "Oh Ginny!" George called.
    "What?" she asked when she got there, out of breath and eager to talk to her brothers. She didn't talk to Fred and George much, but they were her favorites.
    "We want you to take this in your room and stick it in your mouth."
    "Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this."
                                                                                            *
    History repeats itself. Hermione knew that Ron’s “gift” wasn’t the first of its kind. For weeks now, she’d been delving into the late Lily Potter’s (then Evans) pensieve. Dumbledore handed it to her three weeks before he… left. She found it a nice distraction. The very day she found the dildo, the memory she watched was of something quite familiar.
    "Put that away, will you?" said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer. "Before Wormtail wets himself from excitement."
    “James Potter, put that DAMN enchanted testicle down!” she screamed at him. He dropped it on the spot. Lily actually dragged him by the ear to a corner of the forbidden forest.
    “Lily, let me explai—“ he tried to lamely start.
    “You took advantage of me! You used me for your pleasure. What the FUCK were you thinking?” She really surprised even herself with that word.
    “Do you want to know why, Lily? Because you, Ms. Perfect, are the light of my life. I crave you on so many levels. I constantly dream of you and I am a slave to your touch. I needed this, and I know you did too.”
    “But James, didn’t it occur to you that you were intruding on one of the most private, intimate moments I’ve ever had? That was my FIRST time feeling something like that!” She was quite close to crying, but refused to let the tears fall.
    “Your first?”
    “Yes, James. Unlike you, I’d controlled myself for 90% of my schooling. No touching myself in the library like SOME people we know.”
    “Aaw, be nice to Wormtail. He’s going to come in handy some day.”
    “NOT funny.”
    He sighed. “Well, then what changed? You were doing fine so far, being a prude, which is a crime for someone so sexy.”            “YOU changed, James. You stopped being a prat to Severus. You helped the first years out. You have only asked me out 127 times this year, and you’re… a bit attractive.”
    He mussed his hair, and thought for a second, then, “But why are you upset?”
    “Because it feels like you stole my virginity. I at least wanted you to kiss me when you took me.”
    “You wanted me to take your virginity, but when I kind of almost do, you get upset with me? Lily Evans, you’re perfect. Marry me. I promise I’ll kiss you as much as you want,” he proposed and punctuated it with a kiss, just as he promised.
    “James!” she exclaimed, more than a bit exasperated, and slapped him.
    “Mmm, you should scream my name more often,” he said, knowing it was the last straw, and watching her stomp away.
                                                                                            *
    There was a difference between Lily’s story and her own. While Lily felt humiliated, Hermione found herself an opportunity. She transfigured he dildo into a straw and walked down to dinner. Mrs. Weasley was out working for the Order, so she ordered the twins home, to supervise. Hermione quickly put the straw into her cup and strode over to Ron, who was just entering the kitchen. As close as she could get to his ear, she whispered, “I’ll make a bit of a deal with you. If I can get you off sometime during supper tonight without touching you, you will be my boyfriend, and we do some of that fooling around that we've both been alluding to. If not, you are free to play your games, ignore your feelings, and take action later.”
    His eyes narrowed, checked visually for some sign that it was a joke, and nodded determinedly. Mischievously, he added, “No wands, either, ‘Mione. And if you cheat, you’re finishing me off the second time manually.”
    At the table, Fred, George, Ginny, and Harry tried to hide the fact that they were watching the almost-couple expectantly. Damn extendable ears, Hermione thought. Though it would be best if there were witnesses.
    She had teased Ron with a straw before, so he turned his head away when she started for it. Hermione smiled, and took a long, forceful suck on the straw. Yeah, she was playing dirty. Everyone else had already tucked in, but Hermione was lazily sipping at her drink.                 Suddenly, Ginny giggled. Apparently, Ron’s face and ears were the exact shade of the tomato soup their mother left for them. Hermione reached her arm over the table to check Ron’s temperature, though she already knew the diagnosis.
    “Hey, no touching, that’s cheating!” He snapped. She quickly retracted her hand, looking hurt, but wasn’t going to give up that easily.
     “But Ron!!” she pouted, “I was only going to give you a kiss.” Hermione proceeded to bend slowly to her straw, kiss the tip of it, then dart her tongue out and give it a tiny lick.
    Ron groaned. His eyes widened and then, still shocked, tried to discreetly point his wand at his pants and whisper, “Scourgify!”
    Harry’s head dropped to the table, looking quite disturbed at the scene they’d just witnessed, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went "He got off, he got off, he got off...." Apparently, watching their brother orgasm didn’t affect them as much.

YAY!

Mon, 03 Oct 2005 16:10:33 GMT

Well today was the best "first day of my period" ever, and its only noon. First, I got my period. Then, there were old men all over campus giving out Bibles. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Then I realized, its pride week! They're trying to save our souls so we don't go and have an orgy in the red barn. Then Chris did something stupid for the love of his girlfriend (I won't tell, but its funny). I got a "that's so gay" shirt on the way to French, then saw that half my class was working the cookout, and the other half attended. So I skipped French to flip burgers (I'd been flipping for a good 45 minutes, though). I started feeling sick so Jeff (The commonground president) picked up my flipper and took over, I got a sierra mist, some flavored lube and multicolored condoms (just to take part in the festivities, of course), and am now back in my room. Yes, this seems like a half good half bad day, but I am happy as hell. Of course, my wonderful, loving, supportive boyfriend actually took time out of studying to go get a shirt too. I *heart* him bunches!

Sun, 25 Sep 2005 18:48:38 GMT

the Wit

(57% dark, 30% spontaneous, 10% vulgar)

your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK

You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.

I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer.

Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.

You probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.

PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais

The 3-Variable Funny Test!
- it rules -

If you're interested, try my latest: The Terrorism Test

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 75% on darkness

You scored higher than 8% on spontaneity

You scored higher than 1% on vulgarity

Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid

Yay pictures!

Sun, 11 Sep 2005 21:32:08 GMT

http://www.putfile.com/toxiciridescence

The first picture is Chuckie. That's a special treat for a certain friend of mine :). The two pictures of the chair? That is the chair that they provided. Its slanted in the back. Highly dangerous. It took 3 shoes and a soap container to knock it back and it takes about .03 seconds for a person to fall back in it. The worst thing is, we can't take it out. In the background, you can see that my chair is being used as a shower caddy, hoodie holder, and shoe rack.

I'm getting a roommate

Thu, 08 Sep 2005 04:09:34 GMT

Well, it has been 2 weeks since I had a roommate, and it has been nice to have the room all to myself. But I have been lonely! I had prepared myself for living with someone and then was left with nothing. That's okay, though. I'm getting a "KG" roommate, from Japan. My RA was told absolutely nothing about the situation except "here's the name and where she's assigned" and the news was delivered to me at 11:30 pm. It won't be all year, but at least I'll get more than one night of experience in sharing a room.

So my dad is bringing over a Japanese language book and I love Japanese cuisine... Plus, the culture is very interesting.

After looking for about 5 minutes, I found the site that I believe has the information on what school she's from, etc: http://www.kansaigaidai.ac.jp/asp/02_international_programs/03.html

YAY!

Wed, 31 Aug 2005 00:03:29 GMT

So I'm in college now. I'm in a dorm, by myself, because my roommate left before school started. I absolutely love it here. I'm happy, healthy, get more time with the people I love (except for a few), and have found a balance between my alone time and my friendship time. With the girls on my hall, the friendship time includes once-a-month hall meetings, elevator rides, and smiles when I see them on campus. Why? Because from what I can tell, I'm the only one on the hall that doesn't drink. Our RA put up an "Alcohol Awareness" display across from the elevators, but I'm probably the only one that has or will ever read it.

I have a mandatory $850 meal plan as a freshman resident. So the other day, I bought a $4.00 cup of coffee, and sat out watching the squirrels on campus. Really, you think I'm crazy, but these creatures are insane! One was seen last week falling from a tree, probably totally drunk. And that is not even an exaggeration. They're probably worse than the kids here when it comes to nutrition and drinking, because if they want the food, they make sure they get it, and threaten you with their rabie-fied teeth if you don't comply.

Classes are fun. I'm enjoying French this year almost as much as I did in High School. Now that's saying something.

Oh, the "(except for a few)" up in the first paragraph? Yeah, those few who happen to be in Louisville, are either mad at me, or too drunk to care. So I'm pretty much done with a lot of stuff.

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 03:02:28 GMT

I was sick today.

In other news:

http://www.chaser.com.au/show_story.asp?ED=49&ID=406&NAME=harrybible

Thu, 14 Jul 2005 07:47:50 GMT

Woah, disturbing dream last night!

Okay, so I was at this theme park/chuckie cheese sort of place, and Casey and Felicia came over. Felicia, I know, had a baby recently, and everyone was gushing over him. I didn't say anything, but I really, really wanted to hold her baby. I love babies, this isn't out of my nature at all. I was finally passed the child, and I revelled at how tiny he was and how he mimicked my smile. Everyone thought I was great with him. Next, we decided to go to the slide area, and the baby and I were going to watch. I was first in line, and was going faster than I should've, but I paid no attention, because I was holding the baby securely. Apparently, I was holding him securely, but blocking his airway. He died. I revived him by massaging his heart to start again, and he opened his eyes and looked at me, then died again. By this time, he was reverting more and more back to fetus form. I tried frantically to get the fetus (in an amber colored gel in a packet with a life monitor) to live again, gently massaging, tapping, etc. I was panicking and so scared. By that point, everyone had caught up to me, and I rushed the baby over to Felicia, saying "I think the life monitor is out of batteries or something".

Then I woke up. My alarm went off and I had the chance to finish the dream or wake up fully, and after deliberation, I sat up. I could've gone back to sleep and hoped everything was okay, or that I would have a different dream, but by then I was crying. I can't stop shuddering even now. I've always been afraid that I would lose a child, and at this point in my life, I really don't need to think about even having one (unless you ask my biological clock-- it's been going off for two years now).

That is all I've thought about throughout the day. I was easily frustrated and did not need to be dealing with children, but of course, this is VBS week, so I get to see around 100 of them daily and teach them to dance to the "Our Father". It is a bit difficult, considering I think I broke my little toe last night.

I think what I need is a good cry, some Hanson music (This Time Around, my classics), a Lifetime Movie, and my boyfriend. Sounds like my period!

Mon, 14 Mar 2005 03:37:46 GMT

For those of you who grew up in the 90's

x101 Dalmations
x3-2-1 Contact
xA Little Princess
xAAH! Real Monsters
xAdventures in Wonderland
xAll That
xAllegra's Window
xAmber Brown
xAmerican Girl
xAngry Beavers
xAnimaniacs
xAnimorphs
xAre You Afraid of the Dark?
xBailey School Kids
xBarbies
xBeanie Babies
xBlack Beauty
xBoxcar Kids
xBoy Meets World
xCandyland
xCare Bears
xChoose Your Own Adventure
xClarissa Explains It All
xClueless
xCooties
xCreepy Crawlers
xDinosaurs
Disney Watchers
xDon't Break the Ice
xDon't Wake Daddy
xDouble Dare
xDumbo's Circus
Duncans!!
xDunkaroos
xEasy Bake Oven
xEerie Indiana
xErnest Movies
xEureka's Castle
Family Ties
xFelix The Cat
xFern Gully
xFlipper
xFlower Making Kits
xFraggle Rock
xFresh Prince of Bel-Air
xFull House
xG.I. Joe
xG.U.T.S.
xGhostwriter
xGoodburger
xGoosebumps
xGrowing Pains
xGullah Gullah Island
xGummi Bears
xxxxxxxxxxxxxHanson
xHey Arnold!
xHocus Pocus
xHome Improvement
xHomeward Bound
xHot Wheels
xHungry Hungry Hippos
Hypercolor T-Shirts
xIf You Give A Mouse A Cookie
xInspector Gadget
xIsland of the Blue Dolphin
xJellies
xJenga
xJonathan Taylor Thomas
xKablam
xKenan and Kel
xKoala Yummies
xLabyrinth
Lady Lovely Locks
xLand Before Time
xLegends of the Hidden Temple
xLite Brite
xMy Little Pony
xMagic Attic Club
xMilo and Otis
xMork and Mindy
xMousetrap
xMrs. Piggle Wiggle
xMuppet Babies
xMy Brother and Me
xMystery Files of Shelby Woo
xNeverending Story
xNick Magazine
xNightmare Before Christmas
Ocean Girl
xPete and Pete
xPete's Dragon
xPinky and the Brain
xPlaydough McDonald's Sets
xPogs
xPolly Pocket
xPower Rangers
xRadio Flyer
xRainbow Brite
xRainbow Fish
xRamona Quimby
xRen and Stimpy
xRichard Scarry
xRoald Dahl
xRocko's Modern Life
xRoundhouse
xSabrina, the Teenage Witch
xSaddle Shoes
xSalute Your Shorts
xSaved By The Bell
xScrunchies
xSecret of NIMH
xSecret World of Alex Mack
xSide Ponytails
xSimpsons
xSky Dancers
xSnick
xSnick Snacks
xSorry
xSpace Cases
xStep By Step
xStick Stickley (Write to me, Stick Stickley, PO Box 963, NYC, NY State, 10108)
xStirrup Pants
xTamagotchies
xTeenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
xTGIF on ABC
xThe Adventures of Yellow Dog
xThe Babysitter's Club
xThe castles that made tea sets
xThe Goonies
xThe Lion King
xThe Muppet Show
xThe Secret Garden
xThe Torklesons
xThird Rock From The Sun
xTinker Toys
xTiny Toons
xTom and Huck
Tracey Ullman Show
xTrouble
xTuck Everlasting [before it was a movie]
xUnderdog
xWayside School
xWeinerville
xWelcome Freshman
xWhat Would You Do?
xWhere In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?
xWho Framed Roger Rabbit?
xWild and Crazy Kids
xYou Can't Do That On Television
xYo-Yos

Wed, 26 Jan 2005 00:15:30 GMT

Wow, I was halfway happy today. Frustrated and embarassed, but happy.

Now I'm stressed, because I've stepped back and actually looked at the situation I'm in. My family, for the most part needs mental help. My grandfather just lost his sister AND his best friend. My grandmother (on the same side) is about to lose her brother, probably tonight. Andrew is upstairs talking to himself, cussing himself out, and singing loudly to the radio. My grandfather is asleep, since his sister's funeral this morning, and won't get out of bed, even to go to his friend's visitation. He's so depressed. My mom, aunt and uncle are preparing for my other Aunt's 40th birthday, but can't find appropriate decorations because they're all centered around death. My dad's never home and wants to be like me if he is home. I'm stuck in the middle, having strange dreams that have nothing to do with anything, but very vivid. I just need a hug, man.

Fri, 24 Dec 2004 18:37:39 GMT

What kind of disease are you?

Jessica:

Jessica is caused by monkeys.

Jessica disease causes a constant lack of clothing.
The only way to cure Jessica infection is to run in circles until you fall down.

Hehe.

I had a dream that I saw Sonje, Carter Boy, Dani, and Dany in Ohio randomly. I was happy. I showed them off to my youth group (I only go to Ohio with my youth group so that would sort of make sense).

So other than that... I got Christmas presents already. I feel bad cuz I couldn't get much for anyone else (pocky for Missa, a zen garden for the boyfriend, and a Merry action figure for Jay). Heh, though graduation will be good (I'll have already paid for my trip to France, and I have enough spending money for the trip now if I'd go) so wait for that.

I was showered with gifts to me, I feel so loved. Jay and Missa got me a Beatles shirt. Stephan got me a teddy bear, a beanie Cheer Bear (the rainbow one), one of those crystal blocks with the sculpture in it, the one he got me had a pegasus, a Neopets baby Gelert plushie, and a heart charm bracelet. Today I won't see him, but tomorrow I'm getting a new Hanson video (Tulsa, Tokyo, and the Middle of Nowhere) that we found at Peddler's, and Jenny is getting my other one. Ack, I'm not that materialistic (I more like what things represent, not the things themselves), but he got something from everything I like: teddy bears, rainbows/care bears, neopets, Hanson, and every once in a while jewelery. The bracelet is pretty, but its better because its from him, ya know? Though I dunno how much longer I will be able to sleep in my bed, because I have so many things in it already. I can get rid of a few, but it is a bit difficult for me.

Oh, and if anyone finds me really weird lately, I'm changing a lot. I'm extremely nostalgic (in a few days it will be 2005, and in 2005 we're graduating high school. *faints*). I'm clingy, and luckily I have a boyfriend who is my enabler for that habit. I'm overworking myself, but on purpose, because I'm training myself to actually be productive. Neopets is a main thing for me, because as I've been modeling my spending/saving habits after my account on there, I've actually got a lot of money saved up to go towards my trip. I'm having weight issues, because I want to gain weight (partially because my boobs have grown and I stay at a 32 around, but they don't sell 32 C, and rarely sell 32 B), but I also want to get fit, because I miss my extremely muscular stomach I had when I was younger and swimming. I'm mentally ready to leave home, but not financially. I'm further on my way to marriage than my ring finger tells people. If my record were cleaner, I would be a politician in a few years, working for either the democratic or communist parties. I want to move to Canada, but may stay here, because I think having my boyfriend and later a family is more important than being around not-as-stupid people. Other than my body, I'm actually okay with being... me. My parents have even gotten over it for the most part (just still shocked that they raised a liberal).

I just wish my friends would realize some of this.

Babies!

Thu, 16 Dec 2004 22:41:24 GMT

So I was looking up baby clothes (nope, I'm nowhere near pregnant, don't worry yet) today on the net, and I know what my kid will be wearing:

Now That I'm Safe, I'm Pro-Choice
http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=357

My IQ Is Higher Than The President's
http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=120

Don't Blame Me, I Can't Vote
http://www.baby-tease.com/dontblameme.html

Illiterate
http://www.baby-tease.com/illiterate.html

I Love To Ride My Tricycle
http://babywit.com/selectshirt.php?product=ARF215

Caution, I Bite
http://babywit.com/selectshirt.php?product=ARF174

Sadist In Training
http://babywit.com/selectshirt.php?product=ARF135

Even Jesus Doesn't Love You
http://babywit.com/selectshirt.php?product=ARF181

They're Raising Me Gay
http://babywit.com/selectshirt.php?product=ARF207

YAY corrupted child!