The Fifth Challenge
sisalo sure does some weird quizes - Im sure its all Aaron's fault ;)
Good for you! You are a simple bride!
What Kind of Bride Will You Be?
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TO-DO-LIST: You mainly use your LJ to keep track of
things you have to do, which, trust me, is NOT
what people normally use journals for. The
brutal truth is that nobody really cares that
you have to go pick up your laundry on 6th
Avenue at 4:00 and that you need to remember to
pick up peanut butter from the grocery store.
Try writing about something interesting (and
personal) for a change.
What's the purpose behind your LiveJournal? (with pictures!)
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Its true! *sighs*
To Do List - Sunday:
- Write Fan Letters to Virginia Andrews & Anna Rice
- Iron my underwear
- Self Brain Examination
- Go to gym
- Daily Appendix Checkup
- Finish Cross Word Puzzle
That quiz result reminds me of catching the train to uni and seeing this woman who looks exactly like David Bowie. Do you think there's a small possibility that he disguises himself as a middle aged woman to avoid the annoyance of international fame? Usually I find myself sitting there staring at her entranced, replaying scenes from The Labyrinth and thinking "Oh that expressions from when he's in the ballroom and the girls running away!" or such. It must be interesting to look in the mirror and see David Bowie. Sometimes I look at Cha Cha (my dog) and start wondering what it feels like to have your face covered in hair, or then when I look at yoyo (my budgie) and I wonder what its like to eat with a beak. I spose youd look at me and wonder what its like to have black hair. Well, in case you're wondering [which I doubt], it gets really hot when youve been sitting under the sun and I dont recommend it if you ever decide to dye your hair black. If you dont believe me, fine, go dye your hair black and sit under the summer sun. When you come back and moan about how hot your head feels keep a mental note in your overcooked brain that I did warn you. Therefore the word of Casina is indisputable, unless its 8 oclock in the morning, then thats a different issue altogether.
The Fifth Challenge
Alas Luna returned, an antonym of triumph, and sits on her decked chair sighing wretchedly of the unfair condition she had been placed in: "Why must I be hidden by the shadow for all but one thirtieth of the annum?"
The sun glared at her in its majesty, bristling with sickening pride and caught the sight of Luna's envious eyes. "Ugh," cried she in disgust, "Do you know how fattening Swiss Cheese is??"
"Yeah but that doesnt matter since you're bullemic anyway," She retorted snarlingly.
The Sun however, was not impressed, "I have you know that it is better than stealing whatever's leftover of my glory." And with that, she stuck her nose up into the vacuum haughtily and radiated even more brilliantly than before.
The Moon lowered her gaze with shame and thought bitterly to herself about the injustice of shining in someone else's limelight, only seen when summoned by someone who truly understood the beauty of silver as opposed to the more oppulent comparison.
She envisaged the Sun, in her majestic state, orbited by Jupitor and... alas, Europa with his glistening blue eyes and amicable nature... he too neglected her when he caught sight of the more lovlier and resplendent maiden of the party. The Sun's golden tresses fell against her shoulder, oh-so-Mary-Sueish, and even her toenails glittered like golden dewdrops. Luna remembered holding her breath, and retreating back into her seat and stared wretchedly at her dinner. Mars, the broad chested red-haired man came across from her. Not from interest, but in knowledge that he could no longer be any match for his younger rivals, and commenced conversation with her. Despite his somewhat commendable motive, his rough words and unease with communicating with younger, more delicate temperments offended Luna as she took him as demeaning, aggressive and egotistical. She left that party that night, a few drinks less than she planned, and a lot more agitated as well.
Rising from her memories, she looks around her and sees that the host is ready to announce her entrance, as she quickly preened herself and checked her reflection in the mirror. Leaping freely onto the stage as her grand entrance, she began her series of pirouettes. She was in full light that night. But then the shadows came, and she was overshadowed again, where she quickly refreshed and sat, catching her breaths on a stool near the back entrance, her makeup sticking to her sweat covered skin. A messenger in the form of a comet swept past her. She looked at it curiously as suddenly a sliver of paper fell from his coat pockets. It was an apology from Europa, but there was no time to read it, because the stage curtains were rising again and she had to take her place. But she was happy.