7: 06 AM - This is an experiment in dating the entiries in my Journal by time. I've only got a few minutes to write here before I have to go outside and wait on the front porch to catch my bus. HEH... I'm lucky enough that the bus stop is right in front of my house...

EEP! Gotta go!

4:14 PM - I'm back. School was... normal, except for the fact I was collecting money for a charity today. A group I'm in, SECME, was raising money to halpe save acres of rainforest from logging companies and other damaging prospects. So far, I've raised $3.10 in change, which translates into 5 1/4 acres of rainforest. If anyone is interested in doing anything for themsleves/their school, go to http://www.earthsbirthday.org. 

7:23 PM - I'm writing this on fuckin' pad and paper. A strong set of storms just went through the area, and our power's been kaput since 6:30. We had one tornado warning, but no tornado, and now I'm stuck here writing this while listening to a whistling AM band anf reading what I'm writing by flashlight. DAMN... One of the windows is humming bad... back to the basement.

11:22 PM - Power's been back since 9:30 now, and I've wasted about an hour playing SHEEP. I figured out what caused the humming. A 100 ft. tree (think it was alive, but unsure) Fell over in the storm hovering just above the fence. So... we'll have to wait a bit before we can remove it. As it is, it'll cost a bit, plus the tree people will be swamped for a while anyway. Oh well.

February 15, 2001

I'm slipping. Today, I got my first tardy. It wasn't anything wrong; I had just messed up on which class I had today, and when I went to go back to my locker to switch books, the bell rang on me. I'll tell you what's worse than going to the attendance office to get your first late pass: having the attendance office worker POINT IT OUT to all of the other truants as 'an inspiring example'. Jeezus.

The only other real piece of news worth reporting is my response to an out of whack group—'Parting Gift'. They're overreacting to Myrror's threat to leave the market, so I'm doing something that I figure needed to be said... and Myrror, this is in YOUR defense. I hope you at least understand that much, if nothing else.

You people... do any of you think for just a few seconds?

I've been Myrror's friend for almost two years now, and I know that whenever she goes nuts and 'deletes' her websites and 'permenantly' closes her adoption agencies, she still manages to come back after a while. Myrror's a very emotional person, but she's also someone who enjoys what she does.

Myrror is, for better or for worse, the crux of the cyberadoption world (For now, at least - Cruxes have fallen before) and she knows it. Myrror knows that she is the universal standard. Myrror knows she is the top of the heap. But Myrror is also a person who does not deal with stress well.

Let's all just SHUT UP and let Myrror take a break for a while - we can talk with her, we can joke with her, we can send her to funny websites, but we do NOT mention cyberadoption (maybe animals which are adopted out, but otherwise avoid the subject) or anything that will make Myrror get too emotional. If she gets herself back into her old self, she will come back.

*thinks*

Do you know WHY Myrror is leaving this time? It's because of Ashly! Ashly and the surrounding hubbub we created have stressed Myrror out beyond her threshold of annoyance. I'm pretty sure she's stressed, because Myrror actually APPROVED of me pulling a spam attack on Ashly until I was told by Ashly to stop. Myrror is in need of a serious break, until she returns to her good old weredragon self.

So let's just leave her alone. No parting gifts. No 'farewell' parties. We are going to start appreciating Myrror as an actual human being with feelings, and not just as something that keeps churning out well drawn and colored Hunting Cats. When Myrror is ready to return, she will. And if she doesn't... well, then we don't make a big deal about it. Myrror is a friend first, and an artist second.

February 14, 2001
Valentine's Day

Correction to yesterday's entry: Ashly seems to be weakening now.

In more recent, more personal news... 

1. My crush got the carnation I sent him today.
2. I got a valentine from Cowboy, my platonic male confidant.
   [And I say that so no one gets the wrong idea]
3. My math teacher is officially PREGNANT, with the baby due in Oct.
4. I went to the dentist today and had my teeth cleaned. 
5. I need to do my map homework before the KittyPhile starts yelling about it.
6. Star Island Zoneboard is now Jekkal's Gel-Pen MessageBoard.

And it's only 5:44 PM right now. Imagine what I'll do tonight.

I'm haiku crazy.
Today, I wrote five haiku.
Read them if you like.

Bell Haiku

The morning bell rings.
Go to your classrooms, students,
Or you will be late!

Police Dog

Drug dog sniffs about;
Stops at suspicous locker.
Ha! Just baloney!

Poor Lesson

Penis, vagina;
Never see one in other.
Sex ed is a sham.

Class Boredom

This is so boring.
I wish someone would just come
And give me homework.

Thoughts on Haiku

Why do I feel like
I enjoy writing haiku
A little too much?

In other news, Ashly is a motherfucking cocksucking handjobbing bitch (If you REALLY want to hear some bad language, just highlight it) becuase she's not going to give up; in fact, she's changing her name and running to other adoption cliques to save her ass. In the meantime, Myrror is out of the market due to a brain sprain and won't be back for a few weeks.

Finally, Tiger Electronics will soon be mass producing BattleBots. What has the world come to?

Me tired... I feel like I've been running at full throttle all day long, and I got an 83 on my Math Test to boot. And it didn't stop after I got home... it's been cold, rainy, and I had such a load of homework it ain't even FUNNY... Considering that I have to sacrifice at least three hours of every Monday towards my Jewish studies at the synogogue, I hate mondays enough as is without having to worry about homework. The good this is.... I got it all done.

Anyway, today is Abraham Lincoln's birthday, so go and give your nearest photo of him a big sloppy kiss. Just make sure the picture doesn't get wet.

I spent my night at a Chapter sleepover, where there was one of me and five of them. We watched Now and Then, Varsity Blues, and A League of Their Own.  Then I traveled with my Dad to visit my sister for the day, which included some shopping and some trying out of my new motorized airplane. I argued with my dad on the way back about the state flag. In short, except for having to work on my Argentina report, today turned out rather well. 

Then I found out about Ashly the graphic twister. Myrror's mad, Grimmy's mad, and some people are actually trying to be all 'Love your Neighbor' and defending her. Now, If those guys follow the 'Love thy Neighbor' rule with this twister, then what I'm doing is probably 'Humiliate Thy Neighbor'. Following are some sarcastic rehashes of mine about Ashley's attempts to gain support.

*falls down and SOBS* Why does everyone say I'm such a bitch?!

WAH! These creatures are MINE! It doesn't matter if I chopped off a ram-thingy's wings and head and gave it a new stolen head, it's MINE!

*tears well up in her eyes* I've been... hurt before... I'm being very very protective about this. Oh, by the way, people copy things as just a compliment... BUT I DIDN'T COPY!!!

Uh, hello? It's kinda been proven that she copied two different styles of cyberadopters, both of which are well-known... so why not ADMIT IT, you little bitch?! Myrror is very forgiving, you're not the first and most likely not the last person to steal from her, and if you would just apologize and repent, we could all get on with our cyberadopting.

You know, there was a time that I did some graphic twisting myself: then I matured. It was with one of Azrielen's dragon headed/ winged serpent things. I would just do stuff like new color combos and little symbols and such. I didn't adopt them out; though; it was more like I would claim them as my own pets. Then I realized who had actually MADE the graphics, and I dropped my altered drawings like a bad habit.

Now, being original isn't that difficult. In fact, the true definition of originality is stealing someone else's work and changing it in such a way that you can't get caught. That's all there is to it, honestly. There were werecreatures before the WhiteWolf books were written, right? There were dragons before Beowolf was written, correct? Finally, am I right when I say there there was a George W. Bush before Doonesbury drew up the invisible man with a hat on?