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DISASTER!!!!!!!!
Jun. 22nd, 2007 08:06 pm*Camera zooms in on a figure in front of some strange contraption that on closer inspection looks like a pile of wet sand that has been moulded in to something then hit with a hammer and frozen.*
*figure turns side on to the viewer, it's Aya*
hi!*waves*
Now excuse me for a mo' while I investigate my theorum.
**a few minutes later...**
*blinks*
Well whaddya know? It worked!
Right. Sorry about that. Back to my excuse for leaving my journal alone for a while....
It's because... Ilostmypasswordagain!
Um...yeah. I seem to lose my passwords for this site a lot...
And I had to try and retrieve it three times! THREE! Also, my password for MSN takes at least two tries (of typing it in) to respond. And the only way to retrieve my password for this site is through my MSN account... Not to mention the fact that the administrators of whichever site would not display the mail for LJ so's I could retrieve my password...
Anyway, enough about my password woes.
I have an exciting weekend planned. I'm going to get up at 7a.m. on Saturday morning (it's currently Friday) to have a McDonald's Breakfast TM in time for the Netball game I'm reffing at 8.15a.m. Fun.
Oh! And Satsuki is agitating for the script I'm writing for her next humerous entry. Apparently I'm better at writing such things than her - mine are more connected i.e. less random. That doesn't mean that mine don't have randomness... but it's used in a 'less is more' attitude.
I have come under threat of my doom... My midterm school report has arrived... Be very very afraid.
And next Wednesday I'm going to be left all on my lonesome for the three days following (until Saturday afternoon for all you imbeciles and idiots out there). Which is going to be great - it's the last week of term to boot, and I've been wanting to try out some new recipes - it's safer(i.e. you're less likely to poison yourself, after all) when you don't have an audience to try out your attempts at culinary delicacy.*displays relevant pages of 'Ranma1/2' - ones of Akane's attempts to cook*
So anyway.
This is Aya, signing off.
Beam me up scotty!
*yellow beam of light comes out of nowhere and Aya vanishes within it*
*figure turns side on to the viewer, it's Aya*
hi!*waves*
Now excuse me for a mo' while I investigate my theorum.
**a few minutes later...**
*blinks*
Well whaddya know? It worked!
Right. Sorry about that. Back to my excuse for leaving my journal alone for a while....
It's because... Ilostmypasswordagain!
Um...yeah. I seem to lose my passwords for this site a lot...
And I had to try and retrieve it three times! THREE! Also, my password for MSN takes at least two tries (of typing it in) to respond. And the only way to retrieve my password for this site is through my MSN account... Not to mention the fact that the administrators of whichever site would not display the mail for LJ so's I could retrieve my password...
Anyway, enough about my password woes.
I have an exciting weekend planned. I'm going to get up at 7a.m. on Saturday morning (it's currently Friday) to have a McDonald's Breakfast TM in time for the Netball game I'm reffing at 8.15a.m. Fun.
Oh! And Satsuki is agitating for the script I'm writing for her next humerous entry. Apparently I'm better at writing such things than her - mine are more connected i.e. less random. That doesn't mean that mine don't have randomness... but it's used in a 'less is more' attitude.
I have come under threat of my doom... My midterm school report has arrived... Be very very afraid.
And next Wednesday I'm going to be left all on my lonesome for the three days following (until Saturday afternoon for all you imbeciles and idiots out there). Which is going to be great - it's the last week of term to boot, and I've been wanting to try out some new recipes - it's safer(i.e. you're less likely to poison yourself, after all) when you don't have an audience to try out your attempts at culinary delicacy.*displays relevant pages of 'Ranma1/2' - ones of Akane's attempts to cook*
So anyway.
This is Aya, signing off.
Beam me up scotty!
*yellow beam of light comes out of nowhere and Aya vanishes within it*
