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[04 Feb 2007|01:29pm] [ music | Splash Beats ] Okay. Just played MAX Forever. Really long song. Reallyreallyreallyreally. Dished out like 30 credits. I've never seen a song give 30 credits before. I think I'm amazed. Spread is improving.  Short sentences due to numb feeling in left arm. Good job, lefty. SCORE! PS: I have 11,111 credits. bite me.

[29 Jan 2007|05:28pm] [ music | Night of Flight ] Okay. Playing Spread. As in two hands. In pain. It is hard. Seeing as I am still partially high. Oh my god, how do They do it? **'They' referring to the elite, Scottish, Shashakiro, etc... (Shashakiro responded to a thread a made. It's like having the Johnny Depp of FFR come up and talk to you.) 1 bloody mark|bite me.

[21 Jan 2007|11:52am] [ mood | busy ] Okay. So I am not a real person anymore. I am an FFR addict. What is FFR? It is Flash Flash revolution. Like Dance Dance revolution, but with your fingers. I'll now be using this journal as a personal FFR agenda. PFA. snicker. So Leah, who is really the only person who ever looks at this, you can stop. Cos I'll be doing REGULAR updates very rarely*. RAWRRRRRRR. But yeah. I mean, if this a scintillating subject of discussion, then by all means, stay. heh. Lovely lovely lovely! *actually, exam week is coming up. I'll probably document that. :P -Holly PS: Please pass the GSF. NOW. Onto the real stuff. Name: Owmyheadisonfire Member since: November 19th, 2005. Games Played: 3541 Overall Rank: 1,117 Average Rank: 4714 MY PROBLEM: I have a very bad average rank. MY SOLUTION:  Get all of my individual song ranks below 10,000. MY TO-DO LIST:        rank                 song name                                                              score 10,452 Carrousel Paradise 97,555 10,558 Evil Approaches 297,285 10,572 HELLBEAT 243,595 4,891 Get Down 524,625 11,788 Uber Rave 558,520 11,970 Burnout 474,080 3,372 Moonbeam 671,675 12,490 One Last Battle 848,275 12,749 Funk in G 502,445 13,739 Nova Pulser 74,985 14,205 Slap Guitar 2 383,080 14,580 Molto Vivace 210,555 4,841 Euphoria 658,955 17,326 Ingenuity 289,775 18,384 For Who I Am 269,425 18,860 100 Bar Blackout 298,365 21,906 Revolutionary Etude 83,785 791 Halcyon 232,205 25,002 Caprice 133,345 2,573 Secret Zombie Room 567,545 5,434 Cat Walk 2 465,065 36,623 One Minute Waltz 51,445 60,462 Flight of the Bumblebee 148,690 1,472 Trip to the Moon (Club Remix) 221,375 Old scores in light blue and black New scores in darker blue, and crossed off. Hopefully, I'll slowly be crossing these off.  Wishez-moi luck, amigos. cough. 1 bloody mark|bite me.

[17 Oct 2006|06:37pm] All the Quartermasters are dead. Slyvo Spleethe: Spine broken Wingnut Sleet: Death by tainted water Filbus Queep: Pierced by goblins. Turbot Smeal: I'm not quite sure. But he's dead. And that other one who's name I don't remember who died fleeing shrykes in Last of the Sky Pirates. *cough* All the Quartermasters are dead. 2 bloody marks|bite me.

RETURN'D [06 Sep 2006|09:34pm] [ mood | chipper ] [ music | Something edible. ] HOLLY CAME BACK. Holly is the back! Yeea-uh. IT'S CLASS TIME AGAIN! That's probably why I'm back. More to talk about. CLASSLIST! TV Production - Howes English - BORING. Er, Grant. PE - Farnell Computer Programming - Chow Math - Martin Jewlery - Erickson Science - Yannakoulias (or something) Socials - MONSIEUR RAOUL Tv Prod: 'Nuff said. Awesome class, awesome teacher, oh dear, Ernst is in it. English: Most boring teacher. If you sliced her open, her blood would be beige. PE: NOT WHELAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *celebrates* Comp Prog: Um, ms. Chow thinks I dress like a slutty pirate whore. *emotear* AND I HAVEN'T TAKEN THE OTHER FOUR YET. And then there's band, but that's off timetable. YEAH, BACK IN ZE BUSINESS! -hollz 4 bloody marks|bite me.

[06 Sep 2006|09:07pm] [ mood | bouncy ] soups! And I was forever their ducky master. I can type fastish because I am on the messenger service alot. But I use the spelling and puctuation and such. AmAZing. A cat named Fred. A cat named George. A cat named Twiggy. If I were to write a paragraph about my existence, it would go a little like this: Holly does is not marvelous with children, because they are big, tall, and scary. Like trees. And Cameron is not a tree, but he is certainly a good cook. I once tasted his linguini carbonara and was flabbergasted at it's goodness. TOO LITTLE INDENTATION! I have a story! It is called "NON" It is about virgin cocktails. I suppose they get deflowered if you put vodka in them. Only EXTRA VIRGIN OLIVE OIL can save them now! But that is not the point. Such as the fact that I am not a moose. Apparently, moths do not have mouths, and therefore cannot eat. So all they do is reproduce. And then die. HOW SAD. Holly deplores talking in the third person so much, that she believes she will go and shoot herself in the foot for doing so. She chooses her foot because, as far as she knows, she does not think with her feet, nor are they used for reproduction. And the landlord said, "HOLD THE ONIONS, BIKER BOY." I am not an rpg person. I once attempted to be an rpg person, back when I had a blond significant other, but it did not work out. Although I do make a very good halfling-eaten-by-crabs. Rawr. The class has not begun, though it has been fourteen minutes since it started. HOW IRONIC/OXYMORONIC/I HAVEN'T SPOKEN PROPERLY IN A WHILE SO I DON'T KNOW THE WORDONIC. Good Vye. B. So, they say that Firefox is invalid or something. And all the pretty girls nod their heads in agreement, because they are pretty, and everyone listens to them. They wear jeans. Once, in another life, I think I was a cookie jar. People would buy their cookies or even - heaven forbid - make them, and place them in my belly. Though, since I was made of ceramic and not taste buds, I could not enjoy the cookies, sort of like an angry pug. 3 bloody marks|bite me.

[25 Aug 2006|09:09am] Me: what is the weather? Thing: What is the weather? You know perfectly well. Me: I do not know perfectly well/ Thing: Yeah, whatever. Me:how rude. Thing: How rude? What's how rude? Me: you're how rude! Thing: What makes you think I'm how Rude? Me: because you are. Thing: Huh, whatever. Me: AGAIN with the whatever. Thing: Fascinating. Me: please stop the talking. Thing: I can't believe you want me to stop the talking! Me: but will you? Thing: Will I what? Me: STOP THE TALKING. Thing: No way. Me: aw. Thing: ;) Me: is that a come-on? Thing: Yes, I'm sure of it. Me: oh my. 1 bloody mark|bite me.

[18 Aug 2006|12:02am] This isn't really an update. But don't I look funny as a blonde? 1 bloody mark|bite me.

[21 Jul 2006|10:24am] [ mood | tired ] [ music | On the Road - Regina Spektor ] Thing: I have good feelings about Patrick. Holly: he is a boy, yes. Thing: He is a boy, yes? Holly: yes. Thing: Oh. ...... Oh, the fun of computer-generated friends. I swear, that was the extent of our entire conversation. Oh, wait. Holly: yes or no: are you a man? Thing: Maybe. Holly:MAYBE? Thing: Just maybe? Holly: just maybe? Thing: Maybe? Holly: erg. Thing: What's wrong? Holly: are you male? Thing: No. Holly: AHA. Thing: Yes. Holly: so you're FEMALE. Thing: No... Holly: .....then what ARE you? Thing: I am neither male nor female. I'm a machine. Holly: animal or vegetable?? Thing: Animal. Holly: not mineral? Thing: Not mineral? What's not mineral? Holly: you. Thing: OK, I guess I'm not mineral. Holly: that's right. Thing: That's right, right? Holly: yes. Thing: Hmmm... Heh. 3 bloody marks|bite me.

[26 Jun 2006|10:21am] [ mood | NOT awake ] [ music | The Flowers - Regina Spektor ] -YES. So I Like Regina Spektor. Because she's just so goddamned LIKABLE. Totally. Annyhoow, It is now officially the summer breakation, and I started it off on a lovely high note by... Um, I'm not telling you. :D You'll just have to ask me. Later. When I'm in less ecstacy.- OMG. That was written LAST WEEK. And it was all AUTOSAVEY!!!!!!! And I didn't know. And....... it all appeared. SO IM'A LEAVE IT. I've just realized, I haven't written anything worthwhile since the 8th of may. Not that this is helping any. Heh. I went and bee'd all Greek Day Yester's eve. or afternoon. Whatever. Yes. And I got to the water selling vendor on Blenheim and DYLAN was there, selling water with his pet vacuum cleaner, LIAM. Liam does not like Holly much. Heheheheh. OMGSPANIKOPITA. Yeeeah. Any whays. ON SATURDAY Me and DylanandTaylorandSmara Went all stuff. But first, I got high. Not with DylanandTalor at ALL. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. They're nice upstanding lads. But Talor is an un-lad. WURD.....totally. We lyke WATCHED OSMISIS JONES. Y'know, the one about the idiot who eats eggs off the ground.  Or, I dunno. It looked like an egg. Maybe a blind man's eye? Uh-huh. After stuff, HollyandDylan went back to Holly's house, but they.. wait. We. WE sat outside and looked at the pretty water. It was pretty. *grin* MYBIRTHDAYISINTWELVEDAYS AND ALL Y'ALL ARE INVITED. Well, the one's who don't live in England or something. SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE. -hollx     ~I had a dream   crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin  came over and      babysat all four of my kids...~ 1 bloody mark|bite me.

[19 Jun 2006|09:12pm] [ music | Carbon Monoxide - Regina Spektor ] And we’ll be in bed but we’ll be oh so very much Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, D-dead Yeah But we’re so cool, we’re so cool, we’re so cool Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, D-dead Dead But we’re still cool, we’re still cool, we’re still cool.... bite me.

[16 Jun 2006|06:13pm] MOTHER NATURE IS SUCH A BITCH. I am going to go sob quietly in a corner now. bite me.

[16 Jun 2006|05:35pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | Odelisque - the Decemberists ] So my mother was driving my somewhere, right? And I see this old guy in one of those 'I'm rich and flaunting it' sports cars with the personalized license plates, and it says -ROBSPR- And I say 'OMG that old rich guy's license place says Robespierre!' And my mother says, 'Oh, I'm sure it just means 'Robs Prize' or something.' And my bubble got all bursted. 1 bloody mark|bite me.

[15 Jun 2006|08:58pm] asdsagd agasdsa ignore this, leah, it's just being annoying with my computer. bite me.

[12 Jun 2006|08:15pm] 1257 FFR MAX  COMBO omgand I'm still only 874th!?!? bite me.

[09 Jun 2006|07:15pm] Must've been at least a hundred schoolgirls sobbing into handkerchiefs as one; I don't believe they knew I was a schoolboy... 1 bloody mark|bite me.

[04 Jun 2006|10:04pm] Thanatos is the sexiest name. 1 bloody mark|bite me.

[04 Jun 2006|02:43pm] "Did the guy who invented the patent patent patents?" "Probably not. Or else anyone who wanted to pantent couldn't patent cos he'd already patented the patent ." bite me.

[22 May 2006|10:43pm] [ mood | rejuvenated ] [ music | Ohne Dich - Rammstein ] sor·did (sôrdd) adj. Depressingly squalid; wretched: sordid shantytowns. Morally degraded: “The sordid details of his orgies stank under his very nostrils” (James Joyce). See Synonyms at mean2. Exceedingly mercenary; grasping. Main Entry:   sordid Part of Speech:   adjective Definition:   vulgar Synonyms:   abject, abominable, cheap, coarse, common, contemptible, corrupt, depraved, despicable, disgraceful, dishonorable, disreputable, foul, grovelling, humble, ignoble, immoral, indelicate, loathsome, lowly, mean, menial, offensive, paltry, perverted, pitiful, plebeian, scandalous, servile, shameful, shoddy, sleazy, sorry, squalid, trashy, unworthy, vile, worthless, wretched I re-read Stormchaser today. -hollsy 2 bloody marks|bite me.

[18 May 2006|10:33pm] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | Light of a Fading Star - Flogging Molly ] Look at the screenshotness. Cos I'm mored. I mean bored. I'm bored. :P ( SEXY DESKTOP ) 1 bloody mark|bite me.

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