test update 123

yeah, that's right, I'm NOT actually dead. I was just....hiding. Yeah.

So...this is basically just an update to tell you...I posted a fic. A CSI fic. yes, for real. I would say go read it...but you wont.


(But just in case you do, my penname is: GraveDigger Resurrection)

*whistles innocently*


I should also say hello to Greg, because he rocks the box, the end.


And while I'm here, I will rant. Because Monday night...the temp dropped to the low forties...and it began to snow.


....and snow....



...aaaaaand snow.


At 8am Tuesday morning, my power went out. it did not come back on until 11:30 this morning. 22,000 residents of my county were/are without power.

I spent the whole time in between stuck in one room with my psycopathic family, retarded boardgames, and lots of candles for warmth. *twitch*

Then, at 1? the cable went out...and is still...out.

Oh, and the breaker for the heater EXPLODED when the electric went out...so no heat...still.

*insert long stream of curse-words here*

Ok, I'm out, for real this time.

I am feeling: irritated
I'm listening to: Billy Joel- Captain Jack

Eff. I'm *always* a man in these quizzes.

And this time, I'm dead, to boot.

You scored as Albus Dumbledore. Strong and powerful you admirably defend your world and your charges against those who would seek to harm them. However sometimes you can fail to do what you must because you care too much to cause suffering. </td> Albus Dumbledore 95% Hermione Granger 90% Remus Lupin 85% Ginny Weasley 75% Severus Snape 75% Harry Potter 70% Ron Weasley 60% Draco Malfoy 60% Sirius Black 60% Lord Voldemort 55% Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...? created with QuizFarm.com

Today was stupid. Today was reeeeeallly stupid.

On the bright side, my brother and I had an actual conversation. A very deep, very long conversation. We called my mother lots of bad names.



You're Squee! Your parents hate you. Your only
friend is a teddy bear.


What Johnny the Homicidal Maniac character are you?
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I am feeling: restless
I'm listening to: C&C- Blood Red Summer

1. Where did we meet?:
2. Take a stab at my middle name:
3. How long have you known me?:
4. When is the last time we saw each other?:
5. Do I smoke?:
6. Do I believe in God?:
7. When you first saw me what was your impression?:
8. My age?:
9. Birthday?:
10. Color hair?:
11. Color eyes?:
12. Do I have any siblings?:
13. Have you ever been jealous of me?:
14. What's one of my favorite things to do outdoors?:
15. What's one of my fav. things to do indoors?:
16. Do you remember one of the 1st things I said to you?:
17. What's my favorite type of music?:
18. What is the best feature about me?:
19. Am I shy or outgoing??:
20. Would you say I am funny ha ha or funny sarcastic?:
21. Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules?:
22. Would you consider me a friend, an acquaintance, or a good friend?:
23. Would you call me preppy, slutty, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else?:
24. Have you ever seen me cry?:
25. If there were one good nickname for me what would it be?:
26. Are my parents still together?:
27. If I had broccoli stuck in my teeth would you tell me?:
28. Do I drink and/or do drugs?:
29. What is my worst fear?:
30. Are you going to post this and see what I say about you?:


oh, come on, you KNOW you WANT to.

I am feeling: happy

So, Wednesday came and went, I turned fifteen, and I'm hoping to get my learners sometime within the next two weeks! I got a lot of cool loot over at my mom's, the best probably being the 4th Harry Potter book on CD. Haven't been over to my dad's yet, but there will most definitely be some awesome stuff there as well.

The best presents by far, though, would have to be the fantastic CSI fic 'Belated' written by CSINut214, aka the lovely Lauren, and the two new icons created for my by Emma, who has satisfied my Brass-lovin' tendencies for at least a few days. =P Much much love to both of you!

I am feeling: cheerful

Man, I am so done with this garbage. My mother doesn't have enough spine to talk to my dad herself, and my father is too flippin' irrational to talk to her on his own. So, who's the messenger?

*waves hand in air*

And then, when it gets messed up, who hears about it in loud, ("oh, you know it's not YOU I'm angry at, dear") tones?

*Points at self*

At least I've moved past the point where it reduces me to tears. Now I'm more ticked-off about the *principle* of the thing.

There needs to be one of those height-restriction lines in this world, like there are at the amusement parks.

"YOU MUST BE *THIS SHORT* TO ACT *THIS FLIPPING IMMATURE*"


Yeah, only then I'd be an orphan, and there'd be no teachers left at my school, and...yes.

I am feeling: bitter

So, the one year anniversary of my Grandpa's death has come and gone, and I'm surprisingly...ok with it. I was more upset the day before, really, just thinking about all the shit that's happened since then. His death tore my mom's family apart, in a sense, and though maybe it's healthier for everyone that we're all staying away now, sometimes I miss the illusion that at least parts of my family life were happy.

I think I was scared just a much as I was sad, because when he passed away on June 17th at 3 in the morning, I FELT him die, even though I was a state away. I was sitting in a hotel in Williamsburg, and all of a sudden he just...wasn't there anymore. I don't know what I expected to happen on the one year anniversary, but nerves kept me up as much as anything, I guess.

The worst part was probably having to tell my little brother, who didn't know the date. It's not his fault he didn't know, since we didn't officially find out until 3 days later. But telling him and having to call my grandmother and talk to her was just really hard on me, since I hadn't really mentioned to anyone else what the date was. Which reminds me that I ought to apologize to anyone and everyone I talked to on the 16th and 17th, since I'm sure I was completely impossible to deal with, especially since I wouldn't tell any of you what was going on.


I think in the end, I eventually accepted it as just another day. An anniversary, yes, but just one more day to live without someone who used to be there.

I am feeling: melancholy
I'm listening to: Jeff Buckley - Broken Hallelujah

I can't think straight. The only thing that keeps running through my head is that I should have gone to Jamestown like I told him I would. And how much I want to kill my uncles for being pricks. And how I'd give anything to get my re-check this time. I want my re-check, Paw-Paw. I want my re-check.

Why the fuck to people have to die? It's all just so fucking pointless.

I'm listening to: Sarah McLachlan - Angel

grave_digger720 is distressed.

If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that.

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*cringes* Oh, how embarrassingly true.