Lazuli: Past Quotes

alyssaatwork27: yo
BrightWoods: yoyo
BrightWoods: yoko ono
BrightWoods: ono yoko
BrightWoods: Yodas Aunt
BrightWoods: And grandmother
BrightWoods: from Pluto
BrightWoods: she was a Disney artist
BrightWoods: in the 30s
BrightWoods: but, tragically, she was missing part of a spehnoid and thus suffered horribly in her short life
BrightWoods: the mob was brutal and drug her down shortly before the 5th
BrightWoods: of May
BrightWoods: Which is, of course, why the Mexicans revere the day
BrightWoods: she didn't like them much
BrightWoods: But then who would?
BrightWoods: The Mexicans were never big Star Wars fans
BrightWoods: In other related stories...
BrightWoods: ~...a maiden fair/with flaxen hair/not once/but two times slain...~
BrightWoods: Which is pretty remarkable when you think about it
BrightWoods: unless she was a revenat
BrightWoods: but I've never heard that Yodas family was big in the revenge business
BrightWoods: Have you?
BrightWoods: Have you heard the one about the little teapot?
BrightWoods: I have
BrightWoods: Yoko told me
BrightWoods: when she was visiting last Pedric
BrightWoods: Pedric is the month between June and July
BrightWoods: Its one of the best kept secrets in the country
BrightWoods: its also why Summer seems so stinking long and hot
BrightWoods: it goes January, February, March, April, May, June, Pedric, July, August, September, October, Apolin, November, December
BrightWoods: Oops
BrightWoods: I'm not suposed to know about Apolin though
BrightWoods: So don't tell anyone
BrightWoods: Yoko would'nt like that
BrightWoods: She might use Force against you
BrightWoods: Pedric is okay though, its actually on record
BrightWoods: ~...pray sheath your silvery sword/lay down your rowan shield/for I can see by the briney blood that flows/youve been wounded in the field...~
BrightWoods: I had a cat once
BrightWoods: I had to serve him up as midnoon snack for Yoko
BrightWoods: But he was a cool cat
BrightWoods: until he caught the catnapper
BrightWoods: then he grew scaly white things that ate his ears off
BrightWoods: So his last months were unpleasent
BrightWoods: living in the toilet and all
BrightWoods: but the vet told us to keep him moist
BrightWoods: And maybe we could save the tail
BrightWoods: It was the cute part anyhow
BrightWoods: Unfortunatly my guest had quite the appetite, and it was while she was spilling the beans about the months and the Mexicans that we ran out of food
BrightWoods: so after the cat we cooked the neighbors
BrightWoods: Hi neighbor
BrightWoods: Luckily, it wasn't Mr. Rodgers
BrightWoods: that would have been unfortunate
BrightWoods: millions of listless underaged couch potatoes would have missed out on the government brainwashing. How else would so many of the population be ignnorant of the correct months?
alyssaatwork27: Just how many meds did you take??
BrightWoods: Wha...? ::looks surprised::
BrightWoods: I was just getting to the good part
alyssaatwork27: continue...
BrightWoods: So should I post this? Reasons why one shoudl not IM jen and then leave her unattended?
alyssaatwork27: *sticks out tongue*
alyssaatwork27: you didnt finish your story
BrightWoods: Gee, that would make it like all my other ones then wouldnt it?
BrightWoods: Hmm...where was I...
BrightWoods: Apolin is the most important month toour government
BrightWoods: It's vacation month
BrightWoods: But since so many people are unaware if it
BrightWoods: they have to space it out over the year
BrightWoods: thats why nothing ever gets done and it seems all our goverment does is do stupid things and get paid
BrightWoods: Its because they are having to use up an entire month of vacation, slowly
BrightWoods: And it's a long month too
BrightWoods: almost 5 times longer than any other
BrightWoods: But can you imagine what a month like that would do to the calender industry?
BrightWoods: Yoko knows all about this because before Star Wars she was an exec for Hallmark
BrightWoods: You cant make 150 days fit neatly under a cute picture on one page
BrightWoods: And really, who wants a calender on their wall that reaches the floor?
BrightWoods: So this is the solution that the government came up with
BrightWoods: It's amazing more people dont see it
BrightWoods: And really quite obvious once you think about it
BrightWoods: ...though their might be a prescription component in there somewhere as well.

Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.

There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

...the author and the hostess discuss a day on the French Broad...at several times it's normal volume

linea aspera: That was classic.
linea aspera: Just classic.
linea aspera: Wish I had a video camera.
BrightWoods: I enjoyed it...later
linea aspera: Come to think of it, I think we unsuccessfully boofed turtle rock
linea aspera: *wide eyed*
BrightWoods: Ask Julie, shes our resident expert
linea aspera: *amused*
linea aspera: Julie, uh, doesnt like to talk about it much
linea aspera: Almost like shes supressing it or something
BrightWoods: ::amused::
linea aspera: Not sure why
linea aspera: When she does talk about it, it tends to be at high volume
linea aspera: Something about Drew being a bastard
linea aspera: That and a paddle
linea aspera: It gets kind of unitelligble from there See Julie and the Hostess Discuss the Incident.
BrightWoods: I can’t decide if it was actually a bad swim, or if our noviceness just made it seem like one ::muses::
BrightWoods: Drew said he was impressed with our coolness, but was he really? or was that just nice?
linea aspera: I know I was perfectly cool about it.
linea aspera: Too cool
BrightWoods: Me too, I was desperate to save face
linea aspera: *various glubbing sounds* *surface* *thumbs up to would-be rescurer* *SUCK* *glubb glubb*
linea aspera: *whoosh*
linea aspera: *coughing*
linea aspera: *pleasant smile*
BrightWoods: What I realy wanted to do was crawl under a thwart and hug it with all limbs...
linea aspera: *nodnodnod* me too..
BrightWoods: It was one of the hardest things I’ve done this year to let go of Drews Kayak ::drily:: (this year being mostly laying on horizontal surfaces)
linea aspera: I really didn’t want to run pillow.
linea aspera: The recirc holes didnt sound like fun anymore.
BrightWoods: Ditto, I dont think our intrepid raft guide did either ::drily::
linea aspera: No, she didnt
linea aspera: Especially since we only had, uh, half a raft.
linea aspera: Yeah. I was desperate to save face. Part of the reason for half the water in my lungs was that I was busy cooly grinning in Kirk's direction when I got sucked in the second time.
BrightWoods: Drew was saying "let go" and I was thinking "yeah, when you get a band saw and uh, hey, where Alyssa?"
linea aspera: I wasnt really thinking much besides "AIR"
BrightWoods: Kurt, not Kirk, your confusing Star Trek with the French Broad, again
linea aspera: I think I would have remembered Kurt's name better if he had rescued me
linea aspera: *amused*
linea aspera: I think Drew would have had to pry you from the kyack with his paddle had you been a different person.
linea aspera: One with less personal pride.
BrightWoods: I DiD let go the second time he asked though, and even got myself to the raft, no thanks to him ::amused::
linea aspera: Or less foolishness
linea aspera: I'm still torn on that issue
BrightWoods: ::grins::
BrightWoods: I’m down with water, it’s fire I’m not to keen on
linea aspera: *nods* We'll try not to go rafting in a live volcano, then. Deal?

alyssaatwork27: So... tell me the story about how we're good students again?
BrightWoods: Once upon a time in a mystical land of "Anthro West...
alyssaatwork27: *settles down to listen*
BrightWoods: ...there was a horrible fire.
BrightWoods: And the only people in the magical "house 'o bones" were two unloved and untrusted girl-children
BrightWoods: When they first heard the terrible sounds of agonizing deaths and charbroiled grad students, these two unloved children froze in terror and prepared to run out the back door.
BrightWoods: But they remembered how much they're mentors loved the bones, and valued them above the lives of the peons...
BrightWoods: So, reluctantly, they took up cups of tap water and prepared to confront the blaze...
BrightWoods: Grueling hours later their charred bodies were pried off the melted floor.
BrightWoods: But, through their dedication, the already dead people were preserved.
BrightWoods: And they were both awarded A's posthumeously
BrightWoods: There was briefly talk of a small plaque...but, after all, they were undergrads.
BrightWoods: The End
BrightWoods: How was that?
alyssaatwork27: *LAUGHS*
BrightWoods: ::frowns:: was that good or bad?
alyssaatwork27: i love it
alyssaatwork27: *grins*
BrightWoods: Julie has offered to illustrate if I wanna try and publish
alyssaatwork27: yes!
alyssaatwork27: i'll pay to get it bound.
alyssaatwork27: we can distribute it...
alyssaatwork27: erm...
alyssaatwork27: after grading

BrightWoods: ::amused:: Meg and Julie went to Brothers
BrightWoods: Aparently Meg was leading on some poor lesbian
BrightWoods: She says she wasn't, Julie says she's a liar
BrightWoods: And Julie is drunk, or at least really buzzed
Twat Girl 2000: Oh my
BrightWoods: She grabbed the cat and kissed him, then announced that Asherin gave her a kiss...then she blinked and said "oh, I gave him a kiss"
BrightWoods: Why do they congregate in my room?
Twat Girl 2000: You attract them
BrightWoods: Gee, thanks
Twat Girl 2000: Like a light to flies
Twat Girl 2000: A magnet to shiny new quarters
Twat Girl 2000: It only says something about Your awesomeness.

BrightWoods: You aren't even in bed!
Twat Girl 2000: Sure I am!
Twat Girl 2000: You don't know
BrightWoods: uh huh
BrightWoods: you
BrightWoods: ...and your cpu...
BrightWoods: ...and your monitor...
BrightWoods: ...and your key boards...
BrightWoods: ...and all three of your cats?
Twat Girl 2000: yeah... *sighs* not much room
BrightWoods: Got room for an elf?
Twat Girl 2000: ALWAYS have room for an elf *excitedly*
BrightWoods: I think the hormone stage I missed at 13 is trying to sneak back into my life
Twat Girl 2000: I've had that problem for awhile
Twat Girl 2000: bed time now
Twat Girl 2000: *firmly*
Twat Girl 2000: *tosses sweet dreams of an elf and an uz******* in your head*
BrightWoods: nightnight ::has played this game before::
Twat Girl 2000: *skips off to bed*
BrightWoods: I DONT WANNA DREAM ABOUT THE ELF
BrightWoods: ::glares::
Twat Girl 2000: what about uz? *wide eyed innocence*
BrightWoods: ::wishes for dreams of an exciting career::
Twat Girl 2000: *mutters, amused* as the elf's willing love slave
BrightWoods: As long as its exciting ::primly::...and the pay is good
Twat Girl 2000: the pay is in the scenery
BrightWoods: ::frowns:: I don't know, maybe on a trial basis
Twat Girl 2000: *wanders off to bed, again*
Twat Girl 2000: I bet you you're going to dream about the elf and uz.
BrightWoods: I bet I'm not
Twat Girl 2000: you will.
Twat Girl 2000: *knowingly*
BrightWoods: I'm prepared to not sleep to win this one ::grimly::
Twat Girl 2000: It's going to happen sooner or later
Twat Girl 2000: better get used to it
BrightWoods: ::ignores::
Twat Girl 2000: It'll be one of those dreams influenced by your online "education"
BrightWoods: Interesting that it seems to be so prominently in Your mind ::sweetly::
Twat Girl 2000: the waves of elf-want eminanting from your mind are engulfing all the people around you. I cant help but be unwillingly affected.
BrightWoods: Thats nice "elf-want"
BrightWoods: Now I feel really sleezy
Twat Girl 2000: with this high (and true) note, I'm off to bed.
Twat Girl 2000: *pat pat* its okay.
Twat Girl 2000: I had that problem as well...
BrightWoods: Only because its an epidemic
BightWoods: Wait, had???
Twat Girl 2000: *loftily* I'm clearly above that now
BrightWoods: Yeah, Uz leaves room for no contenders
Twat Girl 2000: Iwas talking about the elf *darkly*
BrightWoods: I know, you threw the elf over for Uz
Twat Girl 2000: *mutters*
BrightWoods: ::shakes head:: Night Night
Twat Girl 2000: not true... I've conquered my "unholy thoughts"
Twat Girl 2000: I am pure
Twat Girl 2000: I am an angel
Twat Girl 2000: Damn, Legolas is hot.
Twat Girl 2000: I mean...
Twat Girl 2000: hi.
Twat Girl 2000: goodnight.
BrightWoods: ::laughs::

BrightWoods: Julie is randomly cutting her hair.
alyssaatwork: Huh
alyssaatwork: Interesting
BrightWoods: Shes giggling and snipping.
alyssaatwork: She eat a banana?
BrightWoods: No, she wants to mope, and she has to go to work. Conflicting needs are unhinging her.
alyssaatwork: Uh huh
alyssaatwork: So she starts chopping?
BrightWoods: Apparently. In hindsight, I probably should'nt have handed her sizzors.
alyssaatwork: Hows it looking?
BrightWoods: Uh...she wants to be a stylist.
alyssaatwork: And why on earth does Julie want to mope??
BrightWoods: Because it's a mope day, duh
BrightWoods: ...she wanted to skip her two favorite classes today
BrightWoods: Apparently, shes been possessed by a gou'ld, or however you spell that
alyssaatwork: Mope day?
BrightWoods: Yeah, they come along every once in awhile
alyssaatwork: Check her stomach
BrightWoods: No, no, those were jaffa, the goulds live in the head
alyssaatwork: yeah yeah yeah yeah
BrightWoods: Oh wow, Julie just showed me her stomach and invited me to palpate her head
BrightWoods: I think she should be restrained
alyssaatwork: Yeah
alyssaatwork: Tie 'er up
BrightWoods: Well, then she screamed and walked out of the room
BrightWoods: Maybe shes mutating ::muses::
BrightWoods: More screaming, sounds like shes coming back
BrightWoods: ::Julie flops on my bed::
BrightWoods: She says shes going to throw a temper tantrum
BrightWoods: Oh dear
BrightWoods: Shes howling and convulsing
alyssaatwork: What's wrong with her?
BrightWoods: She doesnt want to go to work
BrightWoods: And now she's rolling around messing up my bed and howling
BrightWoods: ...and as usual Jenn says "go away Julie, I'm trying to sleep" to no effect ::drily::
alyssaatwork: Julie is a sucker
alyssaatwork:

PepperF0X: Later sissy.
BrightWoods: lates
Auto response from PepperF0X: Pepper is not here. Pepper is off doing school stuff, ugh.
BrightWoods: ::waves::
Auto response from PepperF0X: Pepper is not here. Pepper is off doing school stuff, ugh.
BrightWoods: ::bounces::
PepperF0X: Stop it
PepperF0X: ::Smacks::
BrightWoods: ::snickers::
PepperF0X: I need to have a nice clean, fresh away message thing with no messages on it..
BrightWoods: Ahh
PepperF0X: So I'm going to put up an away message now.
BrightWoods: ::nods::
PepperF0X: And you aren't going to talk to me, kay?
PepperF0X: ::Grins::
PepperF0X: But I know I'm just asking for
BrightWoods: You might be
PepperF0X: Anyways, later ::kisses::
BrightWoods: ::slurps:: Laters
PepperF0X: ::leaves...is gone now::
BrightWoods: ::waves her off tearfully::
Auto response from PepperF0X: Pepper is not here. Pepper is off doing school stuff, ugh.
PepperF0X: Jerk.
BrightWoods: ::snickers::
Auto response from PepperF0X: Pepper is not here. Pepper is off doing school stuff, ugh.
BrightWoods: Im done now, I promise

~The author and her sister, 2-21-01 1:18 pm

I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison

~T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland

When we last talked we were lying on our backs
Looking at the sky through the ceiling
I used to lie like that alone out on the driveway
Trying to read the Greek upon the stars
The alphabet of feeling
Oh I knew back then
It was a calling that said if joy then pain
The sound of the voice these years later
Is still the same

I am alone in a hotel room tonight
I squeeze the sky out but there's not a star appears
Begin my studies with this paper and this pencil
And I'm working through the grammer of my fears
Oh mercy what I won't give
To have the things that mean the most not to mean the things I miss.

~Language or the Kiss, Indigo Girls

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chocolata12: I'm over the fact that drew battered me in the forehead
chocolata12: it's all good now
linea aspera: *amused* yeah.
linea aspera: but we still like to make snarky comments about it
chocolata12: hehehe
chocolata12: he makes them too
linea aspera: i like that 'battered me in the forehead'
linea aspera: *grins* in most states, thats illegal
chocolata12: ON the forehead
chocolata12: you're misquoting me
linea aspera: *greatly amused*
linea aspera: “chocolata12: I'm over the fact that drew battered me in the forehead”
linea aspera: its a direct quote, yo
linea aspera: HAHA
chocolata12: shuddap
chocolata12: go to class
chocolata12: you're evil!
linea aspera: *snickers*
linea aspera: *runs off to class*
chocolata12: not funny
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Auto response:
julie: I'm over the fact that drew battered me in the forehead
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chocolata12: damn YOU!
linea aspera: oh, but it is funny