So Haru posted that singing  contest thing. Sounds like fun, but i have a lot of work to do.

To whoever is attending: RECORD IT PLOX!

Thanks.

I’m doing alright.

Miss you guys.

-Sephora <3

Let us go then, you and I

To fly into the sky

We’ll go wherever you want

We’ll soar to Hawaii

We’ll soar to Japan

We’ll soar to Paris

Thre’s no limit on what we can do

But the choices are all up to you

I’ll always be by your side

No matter what we’ll go on forever

Because I know we’ll be together

Just you and I, flying in the sky

All I have to say is that children are not free labor!

I was told that I HAD to sort my mom’s taxes. She didn’t even ask she ORDERED me to do it. I told her that I had 2 essays, 1 lecture paper, and a still life to do. What did she do? “Why didn’t you make time to help me?” What the BS IS THAT! She’s the one preaching about how I’m supposed to have my homework done and yet she expects me to just drop everything to help her sort her taxes. What the hell!

So I have tons of work ._.
6 classes…tons of essays…need time need time….
Said my BRBs in the forums, I might have to fall back from here too, but I like it here too much.
At least that must-play-video-games expectation isnt too present. I will be less consistent with posts though, that much is natural.

Love you guys, keep up the good fight. See you on msn (the email is the one that starts with a k – ask me if you dont have it.)

Why? For this:

Fighting? Really? If you call telling a member to be mature fighting, then you are fucking retarded.

I quit you! I get banned for the most retarded crap in the world. Apparently, you can’t even defend yourself or the show you love or else you get banned.

Arg. You can say vulgar things against the show, but you can’t defend it?! Does this make sense Gigi? No it doesn’t. You’re horrible at your job, and someone should fire you asap.

Sorry, needed to let my irritation out. =D

Positive psychology is a branch dedicated to the study of what people do “right” in this life. What makes them happy, how happiness works, etc…

So last night in group seminar, our leader blurted out what seems like a spell: “A study showed that optimism in cancer patients allowed them to survive better. There’s another in which even “dumb” optimism about fictional things is beneficial.”

…. I …. I just sat there and inhaled that.

“Does anyone find that depressing?” I asked. – They laughed.

Thing is, despite the pun, it was an honest question.

My philosophical brain turned on: If people are mentally and physiologically better off with a well-constructed, long-lasting lie… why pursue truth at all?
And I’m not talking about just rational truth, but emotional, personal truth becoming less useful than an illusion. Which, if true.. is by far the darkest idea I’ve ever encountered…. and I’ve touched actual occult, demonological texts in my life.

What is the point of figuring out the human soul and the various mechanics that hold it together, tending to its many problems, like trauma ..etc. Why psychoanalyze at all? Psychologists are completely un-necessary. Give the people a clever illusionist. Fuck truth.

Why even bother salvaging a person’s inner potential, hindered by emotional constructs, if they don’t even really want it ..or need it? Just make em watch cartoons, they’ll be happy…

I felt like the biggest idiot in the psychology department.
“You mean, the best way to help someone is to lie to them?”

I should have been studying parlor magic tricks instead.
To hell with Freud, where’s Houdini?

I really want to stop coming (CW Lounge). But that means I will give the idea that clois is all the fans want and no one is complaining.

I will still be around no matter how messed it is now. I think since Rebecca signed up, she has taken over the control on the board and I’m sick of it. Having NO sight of Lana/Clana fans is what they want. Heck, a hater even opened a thread to shoo Clana fans.

I’d like to thank my fans over at Sweet board for them mentioning me.

I can’t help my arguments are better than yours Aloe, please don’t hate me. <3

I after all, aim to please.

The Chaser
The dusty market district was alive with people. Vendors were selling their wares to any and all passing buy. Children were ducking and running through the crowds chasing each other down as their bare feet flung dust into the air. The scorching sun was high in the mid day sky. Guards were patrolling the streets on the lookout for pickpockets and any one suspicious.
A cloaked figure wandered from vendor to vendor. Hooded eyes glossed over minor items. His presence was low-key compared to the lively market place. He moved aside as a flock of children ran through the crowd. He continued on his way keeping six paces behind two patrol guards who had began to harass the fruit vendor.
The old vendor stood his ground as the guards threatened him with their weapons. The cloaked man silently drew a long knife under his cloak and held it against his arm. As the argument began to escalate, a crowd began to form around the three men. A ball bounced into the center of the crowd and hit one of the guard’s legs. A young girl walked into the crowd to pick up her ball as the two guards turned to meet her. One of the guards readied to backhand the child as she was standing. The cloaked man rushed forward from the crowd.
The sound of metal slicing through human flesh and the dead thump of the hand hitting the vendor’s counter were followed by screams of fear and the sound of feet stampeding away from the scene. Before the other guard had time to attack, he was kicked down. In one swift motion the girl was scooped up and the cloaked man ran into the crowd.
The sound of armored footsteps pursuing and shouting had the cloaked man think on instinct. Grabbing the nearest post and yanking it down toppled the vendor’s stand sending their wares everywhere. Using this obstacle, the cloaked man set the girl down and gently pushed her towards an alleyway. The guards that got over the obstacle drew their weapons and went in for the kill. Ducking the first sword and side stepping the second sword, the cloaked man parried the third with his dagger. Kicking the back of the third guard’s knees, he dashed for the nearest vending stand and began to climb up. With almost inhuman speed and strength the cloaked man climbed unto the roof of the building as the support was cut down. The guards followed the shadow of the figure from the ground, pushing crowds to the side as they pursued.
The figure quickly gained the attention of the sentries from the clock tower. Soon enough arrows were screaming down from the clock tower. The figure dove for cover as one arrow struck his left shoulder. Cursing his luck, he jumped down into an alleyway, jumping down to a crate and then to the street. The guards that followed him quickly ran down towards him. He quickly drew a small knife with his good arm and threw it at the guards and ran the opposite direction attempting to control the blood flow as much as possible. As he ran down the alleyway, he knocked down a stack of crates. With that obstacle he ran down another lane into the residential area. He quickly ran through the maze of side streets, until he was sure that he was no longer being pursued. He ran to the nearest door, picked the lock and closed it behind him. He entered into the dining room of the home where a woman was washing dishes. Startled by the sudden guest, she opened her mouth to scream, but was silenced by the man drawing his longer dagger and placing it in front of her throat.
“If you value your life listen to me carefully.” He stated a grave tone; the woman was immobilized from shock to do much else but to listen. “I want you to bring me a bowl of warm water, a cloth and wrappings. Now go.” Complying with the order she quickly prepared the items as he unrolled his tool belt onto the dining table.
The woman laid out the items he requested before next to the tool belt, her hands were visibly shaking as she placed the water down. Her eyes widened as she observed the severity of the arrow wound. He hissed as he began to clean the blood around the wound. He ordered her to change the water as he pulled a pair of forceps from the tool belt. She returned with more water and something for the man to bite down on as he removed the arrow. With a muffled roar he pulled out the arrow and threw it to the ground. Fresh blood began to pour out of the wound. The woman quickly sprang to action and began to clean the wound as the man applied pressure to it. Within an hour’s time the wound was cleaned and wrapped. As the man left he placed a moderately large pouch of money on the table and left as the women was getting rid of the bloodied water.
He left the residence and ran into a near by alley. He discarded his bloodied cloak in the nearby pile of garbage as he ran. He pulled out a spare and threw it on as he scouted around the corner into the main street. He was behind schedule as it was so he decided a direct approach to his destination. A horse drawn cart passed by the cloaked man’s hiding spot. He quickly fell into step with the cart and walked along side it. He peeked around the cart as it passed by the government building and surveyed the guard’s positioning. Drawing a small palm sized dagger, he lurked in the shadow of the cart as it was passing by the first guard. Taking careful aim, as the guard was looking away the cloaked man tossed it at the guard’s uncovered arm and ran behind the cart for cover. There was a scream as the guard fell to the ground clutching his bloodied arm. This attracted the attention of the other guards and civilians in the area. Using this distracting he briskly made his way up the stairs, past the forming crowd and into the building.
The inside of the building was a very open construction; two rows of pillars are supporting the ceiling. There are some civilians milling about either waiting to be served or idly chatting amongst each other. The cloaked man strolled towards the door to the right and entered into the hallway. The narrow hallway was little by natural light pouring into the windows; there were a few paintings on the wall as he passed by. He drew his long dagger as he spotted a guard walking towards him. The guard opened his mouth to ask why the cloaked man was in the office area, but the blood that was flowing from the guard’s neck rendered him unable to speak. The cloaked man dragged the corpse into the nearest closet space and changed into the guard’s attire. He covered the body with his old cloak and pushed it into the corner of the closet space. Looking out to the hall he saw no one and continued on his way.
He scanned the nameplates outside each door looking for the Governor, his intended target. He slowed his pace as he approached the door reading the nameplate in a hushed tone. He grasped the door handle and opened the door slowly. The old door creaked open as the well-furnished office was revealed. Decorative swords and fearsome animal heads hung upon the walls of the office, and there was incense burning as well. The governor’s chair was turned to the window; the light silhouetted a person sitting in the chair. The cloaked man looked quizzically at his surroundings and walked over to the chair. As he approached he spotted a puddle of blood flowing out and a sword sticking out of the Governor’s chest. The cloaked man cursed at his luck and rummaged the desk for the object he was searching for. He found a small pouch of diamonds, a locket with a picture of a young girl and mother, and lastly a memo, and pocketed them and quickly left before anyone found him there.

So what do you think, all comments welcome even grammer errors.