'You are a minuscule bottle of lube who likes to hold turtles'
Ah, what wisdom! What...accurateness! I got thiss off of a site (http://www.planetdan.net/pics/misc/youarea.htm) and decided to dedicate my blog entry to turtles.
They're wondrous creatures, really. Quite honestly, I am dead jealous of them. Whenever they're scared, or just don't like someone or something, they can withdraw inside that handy little shell which happens to surround their entire body. How nifty is that? I wish I had a shell. Really, I think I do. If something upsets me, i.e. makes me think about the patheticnosity of the world, I just meander around the school, looking at people enough to not seem strange, but not bothering to put one of those fake smiles on my face to make them happy.
Augh! Happy people! I'll talk about those another day.
The turtle's shells remind me of this book I read a while back, 'Bloomabilities'. Nice book, if you're interested. Basically, it was about this girl, and she always lived in her bubble (not literally, of course). When she wanted to talk to people she opened the pores in her bubble, but when she wanted to be alone, she closed the bubble and was all alone. Near the end of the book, she has a dream of skiing without the bubble, and she feels as happy as she's never done before. Nifty, eh? Just that I prefer not to open my shell, thanks.
Well, that's that from me!
---Mary Sue
By the way, Nou, care to share our standard font? You just changed it for me last time, but I wouldn't mind doing it myself.
They're wondrous creatures, really. Quite honestly, I am dead jealous of them. Whenever they're scared, or just don't like someone or something, they can withdraw inside that handy little shell which happens to surround their entire body. How nifty is that? I wish I had a shell. Really, I think I do. If something upsets me, i.e. makes me think about the patheticnosity of the world, I just meander around the school, looking at people enough to not seem strange, but not bothering to put one of those fake smiles on my face to make them happy.
Augh! Happy people! I'll talk about those another day.
The turtle's shells remind me of this book I read a while back, 'Bloomabilities'. Nice book, if you're interested. Basically, it was about this girl, and she always lived in her bubble (not literally, of course). When she wanted to talk to people she opened the pores in her bubble, but when she wanted to be alone, she closed the bubble and was all alone. Near the end of the book, she has a dream of skiing without the bubble, and she feels as happy as she's never done before. Nifty, eh? Just that I prefer not to open my shell, thanks.
Well, that's that from me!
---Mary Sue
By the way, Nou, care to share our standard font? You just changed it for me last time, but I wouldn't mind doing it myself.
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verdana, smallest font
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