Who's your inner rockstar?

THIS PROVES IT. The ghost of Kurt Cobain is HAUNTING ME. Yessssss...

That worked so well that I'm going to post another one. I think I'll post these quite a bit. Just so you can learn how pathetic I am.


You are the Strange Creature that fell from the
sky. You are not understood and are careful in
any kind of realtionship. You have peculer ways
and thoughts. You are quiet but present. I like
weird people, rate my quiz.


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My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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My inner child is ten! NYAH!

By the way, I'm really not sure if that image will even work on this, but it's worth a try, I suppose.

By the way, my name isn't actually Ariadne. It's actually Adriane, which happens to be an acronym of Ariadne. (If anyone happens to know the story of Ariadne, btw, please email it to me at LoveOfHades@yahoo.com, because I can't quite recall it.)

Ok, all you MI fans who haven't seen the Ron Gilbert ADZ interview from last year yet have to copy and paste this link into your browser: http://screen7.adventuredevelopers.com/agdzine/interview_rong.htm

And the rest of you all hate Monkey Island. So I'll talk about something completely different. Hmm... My, but a lot of the people in the library have their mouths open. Luckily for me, I have TMJ, so my jaw clicks if I open it. But I still slouch over the keyboard quite a bit. Someone should tie a rod of steel to the top of my head and my lower back. It would probably get into the way of gym class, though, and my evil gym teacher would make me run around the track or something.

Ooh, I know what I wanted to say now.

ULTIMATE PET: CLOUD OF DOOM

Think about it! It could float around on a leash, it would weigh nothing, and if you could command it to bite someone, it would inject them with doom! Look out, polo shirt-wearing people!

HEH.
Just kidding. I meant to say, "MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"

Ciao, ragazzi.

Teddi (my sister): Guess what?
Adriane: *sigh* What?
Teddi: Jumpstart is painting a mule at Argonne!
Adriane: You mean mural?
Teddi: Whatever.

SYLVIA DISCOVERS THE WORLD OF TECHNOLOGY (Pt.I)
Today, Sylvia discovers how to put addresses into her address book and forwards an email to said addresses...

Sylvia: Wow! Technology is so cool! I just sent an email to lots of people at once!
Adriane: *laughs*
Sylvia: Hey, you should blog about this. You should talk about it, and then say that I said that you should blog this. And you should blog it.

And that's exactly what I did...

Adriane: What should I blog about?
Sylvia: You know who's immature? This person who writes into this magazine saying it's immature. They're like, "this is immature." That's so DUMB.
Adriane: That's so perfect, Sylvia. Thank you for giving me something to blog about.

And it's true. Thank you janjan, 19, calgary, ab, canada. You and your dumb letter have given me blog fuzz for people to stare at as they say, "wow, adriane and sylvia are so IMMATURE."

By the way, my email address is LoveOfHades@yahoo.com. So send me lots of hate mail!! Or love mail!! Just no spam, all right?

While I'm at it, here's one of my poems. If you steal it, I'll blow your head off, but you can all give me money to use or publish it if you want. It's a chiasmus, which means it goes forward and then repeats itself backwards (literally, in my case, though not always).

Chiasmus 1

Regression is too easy...
It's harder to go forward
So much easier to lose your mind
Now let's lose our minds
Regress to the beginning of the dark
Let go of the light
And fall into the stars
When we can't see
We can't judge
Regress with me
Regress with me
We can't judge
When we can't see
And fall into the stars
Let go of the light
Regress to the beginning of the dark
Now let's lose our minds
So much easier to lose your mind
It's harder to go forward
Regression is too easy...

Look! I have the lyrics to "Arabian Nights"... in FINNISH! At last, my mission on Earth is complete!

Yöt Arabian

Saavuin kaukaa ja käyn yli aavikoiden
Karavaanien maailman
Korvat pois leikataan aina muukalaisten
Se luo kotoisen tunnelman
Tuuli kun itäinen
Auringon läntisen
Lasitiimasi aikaa lyö
Lentäen matollaan
Tule seikkailemaan
Ihmeisiin tän Arabian yön

Yöt Arabian kuumat kuin päivä on
Tunteen polttavan, kaikkein kuumimman
Alla saat auringon
Yöt Arabian tuon Arabian kuun
Jos valtaan sut saa
Vaarat hiekkamaan
Saavu seikkailuun

http://pc.gamespy.com/pc/pirates-2004/499290p1.html?fromint=1

It's my evil gym teacher, isn't it? He means to kill me and my whole class!!!
Or perhaps it actually says 113 and I read it wrong. I'll check on Wednesday cos I have a FOUR DAY WEEKEND, BABY!!
And guess what's coming out? A remake of the 1987 game Pirates, which I have not actually played but am very keen now to get. Donations should be sent through the mail to The Funny Farm, San Francisco, c/o Boris Karloff. I have contacts there. No, I don't live there!!! Fool!! SHUT UP!!

Alo. I feel it necessary to note that I cannot possibly be 123 pounds because after weighing myself at around 8 last night, after eating 4 slices of pizza, I wasn't even 120 pounds. I wasn't even 115 pounds.
Hence, the elevated depression and suicide rates in teen years.
Those scales are so rigged.
Agree? Disagree? Email me at LoveOfHades@yahoo.com

::[David Bowie- As the World Falls Down]::
There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes.
A kind of pale jewel
Open and closed
Within your eyes.
I'll place the sky
Within your eyes.

There's such a fooled heart
Beatin' so fast
In search of new dreams.
A love that will last
Within your heart.
I'll place the moon
Within your heart.

As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense for you.
Every thrill is gone.
Wasn't too much fun at all,
But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down.

Falling.
Falling down.
Falling in love.

I'll paint you mornings of gold.
I'll spin you Valentine evenings.
Though we're strangers 'til now,
We're choosing the path
Between the stars.
I'll leave my love
Between the stars.

As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense for you.
Every thrill is gone.
Wasn't too much fun at all,
But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down.

Falling
As the world falls down.
Falling
As the world falls down.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling in love
As the world falls down.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling in love
As the world falls down.
Makes no sense at all.
Makes no sense to fall.
Falling
As the world falls down.
Falling.
Falling in love
As the world falls down.
Falling.
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down.

123.
That is the number of seconds before I explode from being that many pounds.
1...
2...
3...
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIHATEMYGYMCLASSIHATEMYWEIGHTHOWAMITHATFAT?!?!?!

Just in case you're wondering, those last few are from the Monty Python album "Matching Tie and Handkerchief."
I think I'm slowly recovering from the stupid mile. That FitnessGram always traumatizes me.

And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart, "I drink, therefore I am"

at least i have the "drunken philosopher" song... she's a good sheila, bruce, and not at all stuck up...

*coughcough* i am seriously almost dead after that stupid mile... *coughcoughcoughwheeze* i am actually red... and i am the palest person in the city, so that is saying something... when i'm sunburned, *cough* i'm barely red... it hurts so bad... i felt like i was going to cough up blood. my eye is twitching... it's so hot outside... i'm sweating... i'm coughing... i'm hacking... i wasn't last by much today, though... my second best time (which isn't saying much)... 11 minutes 10 seconds... i didn't think i was going to survive that... *cough*

Arr, the Sea Cucumber has DOCKED! Welcome to my BLOG!!! Some of you may be familiar with the Musk Ox World, and if so, I want you to forget it entirely. Smiley Flower was yet another disaster. Everyone forget about that one, as well. Or I'll be comin ta torture and kill ye!
Hello. I'm Adriane, whether you believe it or not. I am a pica-afflicted pirate, which means that I get to eat lots of paper and sponge. I guess I've always liked sponge...
You can e-mail me with similar sponge stories at LoveOfHades@yahoo.com. I will post them if I see fit. Oh, and Monkey Island fans: you are, believe it or not, NOT ALONE! Seriously!! If anyone knows about the attack of the strange COMI (Curse of Monkey Island, you dweezils) programs (Curserfx, for example), please tell me what to do!!
Haha. So. David Wenham AND Hugh Jackman in Van Helsing (May 7, 2004!!!), eh? Who is hotter? E-mail me with your opinions. No swearing, please. I know Hugh Jackman and David Wenham are f***ing gorgeous; I don't need you all to swear about it as much as I do. Haha. No, I don't actually swear. But you know what I mean.
No you don't. But never mind that.
~~~
Early morning seminary:
*Adriane looks at cheat sheet for scripture verses*
Ben: Tu es trumposa!!
Adriane: Whatever. I don't know what you're talking about.
*Adriane goes up to whiteboard for pictionary*
Ben: Trumposa!!
Adriane: Tu sei un pollo morte!
Connie (bunnygurl.blogspot.com): *points at Ben* Ooh! She called you an oompa-loompa!
~~~
Ah, my life is so strange, si? La mia viva e psicopatica. I think it wishes to destroy me.
Viva stupida.
Okay, I'd better get off of this before they kick me out of the library. I have some online quizzes to become wildly addicted to, anyway.