Ayshela

*Ayshela flies in, tacklehugs Blade Mistress, calls a cheery hello and welcome as she flies out the door again*

*Ayshela collapses into a convenient corner, giggling helplessly*

#20 is, in fact, "something which won't drive you mad" =)

dang, now why didn't i think of that? };> heeh happy birthday, Crystal!

Sue nearly snarled as she walked by Dee and Meredith. "Can you believe her? Not only sucking in the attention of every guy she walks by, but she's already moved in on Ricky? Sure gets around, doesn't she?" Sue stormed off to a quiet table by herself and rested her head on her fintertips, trying to massage the pounding headache out of her temples. This was all getting so strange, so fast. Someone *had* to know what was going on. Why couldn't she figure it out? And at the rate guys were dropping, would anyone have a date for prom? OOC: Vote for Jenny/Patrick Durham

Is it an evil red ducky?

awwww.... you mean that wasn't the whole idea? then there you go - your next topic: something which won't drive you mad EDIT: *giggles* great minds taking *slightly* divergent paths, eh?

would their ship be floating *in* the sea of bubbles, or *on* it?

hah! and NOW, now that it's the actual *day* - *tacklehugs Gwai* Happy happy birthday! hope it's splendiferous for you with much love and happiness! =) *tacklehugs purple shadows* Happy birthday, and i truly hope your family's plans didn't involve much horrid coldness! Have a big mug of hot chocolate! =) Ayshela steers Gwai and purple shadows over to the tables on which rest their birthday cakes, carefully placed amid a plethora of noisemakers.

kitten minions! *grins extra innocently*

rah! congrats! =)

*hugs*

beautiful. i always like reading what you bring, Mira, but these especially touched my heart. the first, especially, made me smile. sometimes he clings, sometimes i do, but yes - it's always a perfect fit. well said. =)

hah.. the advantages of timezones! =) Ayshela sets about hunting up Gwaihir and purple shadows, to lure them to their birthday celebrations.

hah! shades of "first lines" eh? this should be fun! =) a topic, a topic, oh! "spinning CDs"

rev - i could, though it wasn't in fact written to *be* a poem in the first place. was a frustrated attempt to try to explain something, was all. after the second round of "you know..." and "did you intend...?" and "post that, please?" i surrender. however, checking back over the rhythms, lines four, eight, and twelve have the same number of stresses currently. adding "in" would throw that off, so i don't think i would.

*g* that's funny. what crossed my mind was NightFae's tendency to write all over her hands and arms in class and come home looking rather like she'd been attacked by a graffiti artist.

Sue overheard Jenny asking for a lift to the mall, and turned to stare in amazement at her complete lack of concern. Everyone else seemed at least a bit puzzled, why wasn't she? Sue watched Jenny leave, speculating on possibilities in many directions. OOC: Accusing Jenny/Patrick Durham. Even if she *doesn't* know what caused the "accident" - she's a bitch and so am i, and too many of the guys like her so it's time to cut down the competition a bit. *giggle*

headache (a companion to migraine) three quarters of my head is deafened silent as the other quarter's screaming out its pain - there's a sumo wrestler in stiletto heels standing on my temple once again. i wish that he or she would go away and let me hear, and smell, and taste and see - or maybe bear down just a little harder and kill me, setting tortured brain cells free.

To Stand Alone always linked, and always shadowed, spreading branches neatly stifled, comes the wind and comes the rain but never comes the sun. stretching, spreading, reaching, trying, vain exertions, wasted crying mark the efforts, mark the pain until at last i'm done. cut me loose and let me be. beneath your shadow i can't see how far i've come, how fast i've run, just that i've never won.

*sigh* i give! i surrender! since i keep getting poked and prodded and nagged to bring over some of the stuff that's actually composed in e-mail or journal, instead of creating a separate thread for each one as i surrender to the vicious poking i'll just put them all here.

*hugs Mynx and Gryphon both* You know, I think we could probably run one of these threads for pretty much everyone here, with perfect justification of the lack of belief most of us have in ourselves. If we're going to do that, we might need a whole new forum just for those threads! What's likely to make *this* a difficult question for many to answer is not any dislike of Gryphon, but simply the fact that he's quiet enough here that it can be hard to say whether you like him or not because of not having had opportunity to get to know him well at all. I've barely had chance to write with him at all, and none at all to really talk directly with him, so on *that* front i can't really say more than that i certainly don't *dis*like him, and i do like what i've seen. However, on a more personal front - for how he treats you... oh heck yes! *Gives Gryph an A++ and two gold stars*

To sleep, I think, is just a myth that's taught us while we're small, for while I've been in bed for hours I just can't sleep at all! I've tossed and turned and counted sheep and turned my night world black, I've tensed, relaxed, and visualized, and yet it's sleep I lack. But look! The sun! It's coming up! It's time to start the day - and now, with timing all askew the sandman comes my way. don't mind me, i'm just grumbling a bit. *sigh*

happy birthday! happy birthday! happy birthday! rah! =) *hugs all three*

oh, but it's such FUN!!! =)