A Hunch and a Memory

So this morning I don't know what came first, the Norwegian or the Board Game, but I suddenly got to thinking that å huske was Norwegian for to remember, and I used to own an old memory game called Huskerdoo. (The spelling and all was off, but I used to play it long before I knew how to read, so I only heard my mom say it to me.) I wondered vaguely if there was a relationship, then thought that Husker Du... wouldn't that be the question form? Do You Remember? I was brilliantly excited! Unfortunately, I had to wait all day to investigate this hunch, and then I got home, and sure enough, thats where they pulled the name from! I hadn't thought about 'Huskerdoo' for years! :P The site did say they got it from the Danish Husker Du, conveniently enough also Do You Remember? That was a little dissapointing, but I was pretty close. ^^ Excitement.

Khaos on Wednesday

On Wednesday, I have a Racquetball game and then Bible Study right after that. So I shan't be home much. Oh, and we'll be riding in Kate's new 15 passenger van! Hurrah!

Como Agua Para Chocolate

The first bit of 'authentic' Spanish we get to read. I am excited, although it's kind of hard too!

La primera miga de español 'auténtico' leeremos. Estoy excitado, aunque es un poco dificil tambien!

This Emptiness is Strange

In German class today I was asked a question, but I found myself vague and disinterested.

"Nei.." I replied, my voice fading off. I might have dropped in the n, or maybe not. The teacher took it as correct, so perhaps it was there, but despite myself I found I didn't care worth anything. If my life doesn't slow down, somethings going to break. Its not the heat or the cold that torture me, its the contrast between. Like a hot glass that shatters plunged into cold water. It's bent me all out of shape.

All night long I feel free and alive and like someone, and then I go back to school and I feel like a sad little number again. And each world seems strange from the other like I'm viewing it through an unwashed window. -.- Angst Feast. I need to snap out of this.

Death by Way of Stick

Mary Roth came up to me this morning. She was agitated, and grabbed my shoulders roughly. She wanted to talk, but I didn't feel like being talked at. Anger and its friends have left me again, and happiness is replacing it but slowly.

"I feel like beating someone with a stick." She said angrily.

"Well I know someone who needs to be beaten with a stick," Said I. "I think we can help each other." I edged past her to the door and just left. It was unlike me, but with the soap-opera my life's been the last three weeks even I have the right to a little angst.

Some Good Poetry

Since it's all about Johnny Cash lately, I thought I'd post some Kris Kristofferson.

Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down,
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below.
Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors,
Of silent desperation, never speaking to a soul.
The poison air he's breathing has the dirty smell of dying,
Cause it's never seen the sunshine, and it's never felt the rain.
But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes,
Of the clicking of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains.

Stars

I wrote this in my notebook at my Lakehouse to post here. Strange how different my writing style is on paper.

Now I know where I'll take Stian to see the stars - and Austin too, if as he says there are no stars in Virginia. It must be terrible to live a life without stars. Here they were more than hard little lights in the sky; they were blazing. I might have felt them if I had stretched out my arms far enough and let the starlight fall on them.

But even out here, there's so much light pollution. And even at Blue Mountain, there are traces. I love Missouri, but I wonder if I can spend my whole life here, choosing between barbed wire fences and trailer trash or the richer life with bright lights and highways paved over with oil. I want to get out somewhere where I can really see the stars shine. Is there still such a place? Will there be one for my children and my grandchildren?

Surely the gods give with one hand and take with the other. Must the age of man also be one without stars or beauty? Must every brightly lit house wink out a star?

It Cannot Be...

But it is... and it smells like rotten fish.

Alright, so at the moment I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad or angry, but I do know this: It's alright to change your priorities. It's even alright to ditch people cold, so long as you have the heart to do so. But for god's sake, at least tell them first. That way your 'friends' don't think you're dead and worry about you for a year or so.

And Comes a Moment

So I'm out, and such. :). To the lake house I go. I really need this break, but I intend to put it to good use and come back not only rested but also caught up. We shall see.

Anyway, I've been reading a book called "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden." I think I like it. It's about a girl with Schizophrenia. She reminds me a lot of myself - she likes languages, is fantasy oriented, and has a rather impressive imagination. At the same time, it helps me to read the book because I can easily see the line between having an imagination and being trapped in it. Anyway, good book and anyone should pick up a copy. Even though she cuts the inside of her arm with a broken can lid. *shudders* I had enough of that at Land of the Mystics, thankie.

Oh, and once they gave me a small segment of Yri with a translation, I was pleased. It was quite pretty for a bastard language like English, especially one constructed by a mortal.

-Pax Ex! (Is that how I might say it? :P)

Miranda

Hrry Pttr Fer

Yeah, it was kind of blah. It was a little more exciting than the first couple, slightly better, even, but thats saying so little I was hardly inclined to mention it. The few funny parts were overshadowed by lots and lots of screaming. My favourite part of the Movie was probably Bagman's accent, which wasn't even so spectacular. Must they scream for every sound effect? And those god-awful French... with their blue hats... the Bulgarians were better but they overdid them as well. The Yule Ball looked way too tiny to fit everyone. That bothered me worse than it should have, I'm sure. Anyhow, I've seen it and I can cross something else off my list.

Selected Pages

Herein lie selected pages from my Spanish Assignment. To your left you see the graphic that accompanies the page on video games and their evolution. To the right, you see my 'global friends' illustration for the section on how technology affects my life. I thought Stian, Austin, and Gina at least deserved to see how I'm putting them in the project. :P Takk! Opposite it in the book is the text on a pong board. At the far bottom is a typical hippie illustration.

I'm Not Eating, But I Will Be

I haven't been eating lately. No idea why. I'd like to say its for some honourable cause, or even that my metabolism has slowed and I'm responsibly altering my portions to match. But more likely its these skrekkelige antibiotics. -.-

Anyway, it's saving me a lot of time. But I should eat something sooner or later. Probably. My Spanish assignment is beautiful, I might post a few pictures from it later. ^^

Anyhow, I sure hope my appetite returns to me, because Thanksgiving is coming up and it would sure be a shame to miss out on what could be my most enjoyable one ever. Historically, Thanksgivings have been bad for me; as the eldest of the second wave of cousins, I was locked in the basement with everyone aged 3 to my age, whether it was 10 or 14 that given year. My sister was the next closest in age, and we would do our best to survive. But this year we're going to the lake! Just the Six of us! Hurrah!

Today's Tough, Aþþan...

Today's Tough. I babysit until 5:15, then I have Racquetball in the late evening and a huge Spanish assignment in between. But I will perservere, and after this comes the break and peace. In fact, after tonight is much fun and minimum stress for much time. I will manage. After all, I have the best friends in the world. ^^

Science Fair

Oh, it's so much fun! Oh, not really...
It's a fette godt thing I have a break coming up, or I'd die about now.

Some Japanese Poetry

The future visible in tomorrow isn't even close to satisfactory, but
We only want the foolish strength that believes in that kind of thing
Surely we want to live with a groundless passion
Greater than regret, consolation, and the like, feeling only that much
We are here holding on to nothing
Where will we go tomorrow? We're too close to the edge


I love the stuff. Its so random, and can be applied to
nearly anything. Go Japan! ^^

Fruits Basket!

Totemo ureshikatta yo, kimi ga warai kakede ta
Subete otokasu chou emi de

Haru wa made tookute, tsumetai tsuchi no naka de
Me fuku toki o matta ta 'n de

Tatoeba kurushii hyouda to shite mo, kinou no kuzu o nakoshite ite mo
Shinjitai, kokoro hodo ite yukere to

Umare kawaru koto wa dekinai yo
Dekedo kawatta wa ikeru kara
Lets stay together, itsu mo

Boku dake ni waratte, sono yubi de, nee sawatte
Nozomi bakari ga hateshinaku

Yasashiku shitai yo, mou kuyanu you ni
Nageki no umi mo koete ikou

Tatoe kurushii kyou da to shite mo
Itsu ka atatakana omoide ni naru
Kokoro goto subete nage desete nara

Koko ni itaru imi ga wakaru yo
Umare ochita yorokobino shiru
Lets stay together, itsu mo

Tatoeba kurushii kyou de to shite mo
itsu ka atatakana omoide ni naru
Kokoro goto subete nage daseta nara

Koko ni taru imi ga wakaru yo
Umare ochita yorokobino shiru
Lets stay together, itsu mo

I must be really EMO to post this, but whatever. It is a nice song to listen to you when you are tired and almost have a headache.

Studying History with Austin

Always interesting:

[22:03] Ariochs Acolyte: I would like to note that William of Normandy is my dawg
[22:03] Elindomiel: Thank you for this information


[21:45] Ariochs Acolyte: Its rules on how monesteries should be ordered and maintained and run
[21:45] Ariochs Acolyte: thats what I remember
[21:45] Ariochs Acolyte: Unless you plan to become a nun, I don't see how it really matters
[21:45] Elindomiel: I plan to become a nun


Fortunately, I did manage to learn a little thoughout all this, and am hopeful of acing the test. ^^ Woohoo!

Original Shot

Austin insisted that I also include the original shot. So here it is, complete with old people, Tracy, Grace, and the Menu's. 

Excessive Vanity

Here is a Photo of me that even I couldn't find too much fault with. So, I thought I'd show what I look like without all the elf stuff on. :P


Note: The distortion is to get rid of the background, which was in too much focus.

Time's Slowed Down Again...

How Strange. Time was moving so fast there for a while, and now... Everythings slow again... The things that happened last weekend seem a lifetime ago. I don't know what I like better, but I wish the world would make up its mind. :S

Terrible!

One project I had resolved not to procrastinate on, it turns out that I was absent the day they said the due-date, and I didn't even know we could start on part of it until tomorrow, and the whole things bloody due tomorrow! Alas!

Lutefisk Returns!

I read this site and laughed until I cried. It's really pretty funny, and I've never even eaten the stuff. Obviously written by a professional.

http://www.ecst.csuchico.edu/~atman/ic/lutefisk.html

Some especially 'delicious' excerpts...

• "Nonononono," she said, "you must have your own lutefisk. It would be rude to bring you to Norway and not give you your own lutefisk."
• If you can taste the difference between caviar on a cracker and ketchup on a Kit-Kat while blindfolded, you have not had enough aquavit to be ready for lutefisk.
• The moment every traveller lives for is the native dinner where, throwing caution to the wind and plunging into a local delicacy which ought by rights to be disgusting, one discovers that it is not only delicious but that it also contradicts a previously held prejudice about food, that it expands ones culinary horizons to include surprising new smells, tastes, and textures.
• I think my mistake was in using the dishtowel: you need to drink enough aquavit so you can't tell the difference between caviar on a cracker and ketchup on a Kit-Kat with your eyes open

Black Widow Spiders

My last post mentioned the Black Widow spider, so in tribute to my long standing fascination with them I thought I'd make a post. I've always been eerily drawn to things that frighten me, and once I saw a program on tv about the worlds most dangerous spiders. Most of them lived in the Jungle or in Australia, so I was safe. But Saint Louis's little buddies, and Sydney's best friend both stayed in my mind. I still remember the contents of that tv show, so deeply did it impress me with its cheesy slow-mo and creepy music (I was a young and impressionable 7 year old! Alone in a house!)

• Sydney Funnel Web's hide in holes in the ground. They are the worst, but they Stay in Australia where they belong. Yay! They can't touch me... until Shelob (half a lifetime later), that is!
• Brown Recluses, for an inexplicable reason, never bothered me all that much. They hide in dusty workrooms and the like, and in the pockets of clothing. The only part that bothered me where they were concerned was there habit of getting stuck in bathtubs. To this day, I briefly scan the floor of the bathtub before I get in. But that's a good idea anyway! Otherwise your sister may have left tons of slippery conditioner there!
• Black Widow's. Now these were the ones that scared me. They were the perfect textbook spider, with their beautiful, deadly, swollen black abdomens. Across the back, a series of red dots that confused the unskilled into thinking they were the less deadly males. Across the stomach; the hourglass in red. Mostly, they hang out in the woods. So I was safe at home. I thought I was safe period. They don't like people. Then the last line. "The Black Widow's favorite haunt is in outhouses, under toilet seats."

Now I prefer woods to an outhouse anyday, and I claim its for the smell, but theres more than that, really... :P

Ooohh... Theyre neat little spiders! They're called Black Widow's for that nasty habit of theirs for eating their mates after... mating. Theyre the most venomous spider in North America, and their venom is 15 times as toxic as that of the rattlesnake. Their silk is also nearly the strongest of any spiders. (My guess is the orb weavers and the tunnel webs have them beat, though) Symptoms of a bite include extreme pain, abdominal cramping, and paralysis of the diaphragm. Fun, eh?

Scary, but beautiful in their own creepy ways. The only thing I really and truly have a morbid fascination with.

Tense Situations

So after all those personality tests I took, I've been wondering... how do I really react in tense situations? It was hard, at first, for me to assess this facet of my being. How many tense situations, after all, does a straight laced fifteen year old in Missouri get herself into? As the day went on, I remembered a few things that I'd like to present to myself and too my fans as evidence.

When children I am babysitting (or are in my sunday school, or are at girl scout camp) are bad, I never get mad. I just calmly send them to bed or time out or the camp director.

When my dog was paralyzed and screamed like bloody murder when I picked her up one night, I said nothing but just continued to slowly pick her up.

Time limits don't fluster me overmuch. I often look at the clock, but keep very mechanical and methodical time measurements instead of worrying.

I always lead my group through any given haunted house, and when I do get a little unnerved my responses have included (The italics being when they put the chainsaw a few inches from my neck):
"Ai Elbereth!"
"You Need a Tic-Tac!"
*Hiss-caughing back at them, heavy on the phlegm*
Theres no blade, theres no blade
"Oh, yes yes! Me, me!"
"Ah.. Ai... Hva heter du??"

When I put on my shoe one day at Camp, I noticed a shiny, interestingly shaped Black Widow spider (Yes, that's the most poisonous kind in Missouri) on my sock. Surprising even myself, looking back at the incident five minutes later, I said at the time: "Hey, Muddy, I have a black widow on my sock. Wan't to catch it in a jar to show the little kids what to watch out for?"

Except for the last, these are hardly textbook examples of tense situations, but I take what I can get. I think they might reflect, to an extent, how I would act with something more important and stressful. Who knows, really? Just felt like getting some thoughts out.

Bad Mood (No, not Müde, Mood!)

I'm in a fairly low mood because my mom has been really mean tonight, our trip to Spain and Italy next summer is cancelled, and Stian and Austin think I left without saying goodnight. I'd like to know where Stian dissappeared to for twenty minutes as I tried to say goodbye. Ah well, it can't be helped. The final reason is I'm sad. ;_; Yes, sad. I've been waiting for a week now for a certain present from Ary. Will I ever get it? Find out in the next exciting issue...

And 15 degrees!

Missouri is making up for it's lost time in a hurry! Reminds me of Athens scrambling for their recent Olympics. Three days ago, it was 60 degrees outside! Now it's 15! Impressive! I could learn one or two things about procrastinating from the masters, it appears...

Spanish Essay!

Anything so much time and extra work has gone into must be posted, despite how sad (though grammatically correct) it may seem to a native speaker, or how stereotypical and pathetic its contents! It is known!

Creo que tecnología es quimérica, pero necesitamos tener cuidado en botando el basura y administrado el calidad del aire. Fabricas y camiones cuál acarrear mercaderías deben desarrollar a ser mas ecológico. Estoy fanático, apero, de las computadoras y el correo electrónico. Con estas cosas, puedo hablar con personas a través del mundo muy fácilmente. No podría hablar con Misaki de Suiza, Stian de Noruega, Takumi de Japón, Gina de Inglaterra, o Harald de Alemania, sin la red.

En el tiempo de mis padres, muchas cosas nuevas fueron inventadas. Videocaseteras llegó a ser muy popular. Ahora, porque de las videocaseteras, podemos mirar videos en nos casas. Computadoras, también, empezaron a llegar a ser mas popular cuando mis padres asistieron colegio. Antes del desarrollo del chaquetas de Gortex, todo el mundo llevaban encauchados, y ellos sudaban siempre. ¡Gortex alteró chaquetas para siempre! Ahora, podemos ser secos sin sudar.

En mi vida, mucho ha cambiado. Hemos Desarrollado DVD’s para reponer VHS. Ahora, pueden criar ovejas como “Dolly”, y han estudiaba comida genéticamente manipulado. Tal vez estos adelantos nos ayudarán, y tal vez ellos serán arrastradizos, pero no sabemos ahora. ¡Es un poco temeroso, pero excitante! Los videojuegos también han cambiado mucho desde que era una niña muy pequeña. Primero, había Pong y Pacman, después Nintendo 64, y ahora hay muchos juegos muy complicado con gráficas fantásticas!

En el futuro, haremos muchos adelantos más. Pero, espero que no olvidemos la importancia de salud, ejercicio, y el planeta. Necesitaremos acomodarse estas cosas, y preservar el mundo. Por ejemplo, creo que computadoras llegarán a ser muy pequeña. Estos ordenadores serán muy portátiles. Nadie salgará la casa sin sus computadoras, organizadores, y teléfonos celulares. Próximamente no necesitaremos los ordenadores viajas, y los botaremos. ¡Polución de computadoras, teléfonos, y teclados usados esta llegando a ser un problema rápidamente! Necesitemos ser atentado con como botaremos nos basura.

Hay muchas cosas podemos hacer para ayudar el contaminación de medio ambiente. Debemos hablar con otros países de soluciones posible. Junto podemos encontrar algo que ayuda todo el mundo. Reciclado ayudará, pero no debemos ser tan gastadores como somos ahora. Necesitamos tener cuidado en el años futuros, pero también tendremos muchas cosas nuevas y excitante. ¿Quien sabe que el futuro traerá?

Creditos: Charles, Whitney, y mi professora de español por ayudarme con "podría" y "espero que no olvidemos."

The Purple Monster Comes

So it hit thirty degrees (Fahrenheit) at last today, which was call for the Purple Monsters long prophesized arrival. I have nothing, I am sad to report, between my windbreakers and The Purple One, so I had little real choice in the matter. Out it came, to school it went. Since I carry all my materials on my exclusive person, I basically leave the managing and use of the locker to Stephy, but I could hardly be expected to lug the Monster with me to class. So the bell rings. Which locker is mine? It is a problem. I know not the number. There are over 2000 lockers in the school. However, I know the lock. It's been my lock since sixth grade, and has served me well year after year. No time for fond memories. The time is ticking.

It is in the Sophomore Hallway. The lock is black. I move from lock to lock. No time to try the combination, but I've had this lock forever. My fingers move the dial. The grain on this one is too rough. This one is too sticky. This one is slippery. This one... just right. I know it is mine. I enter the combination. Lo and Behold! I gain access. I slide the Purple Monster in and rush up to Latin class. I'm barely on time, but I doubt Mr. McAllister would care, really. Aiyee! Good thing I did manage to be on time! The principals sitting in on our class today.

Hours go by. It is time to leave. I return to the locker, and hopefully turn the dial. Of course, it is mine. I reach for the Purple Monster with surprising fondness. Stephy appears behind me.

"I found a monster in my locker today." She says.
"Didja now? It is that time of year..." It is difficult to put on such a fluffy jacket while standing in the middle of the hall with a backpack full of books and arms full of binders. I manage it and head to the bus. The air is rather warm with all the people and the school to break the wind. I remember my dad being nasty to me that morning.

"I thought you liked the cold." He said as I replaced another flimsy paper-jacket with something that might be considered a coat.

"I like the cold." I said. "I don't like being cold. There's a fine line between eccentricity and insanity."

As always, I struggle to walk that line. Whether I succeed is another matter entirely. Another story, another monster.

Epiphany!

So I was in Racquetball, and I was thinking to myself about a mistake I had made earlier that day. Mistakes weigh heavily on me. For what reason in God's name would I have put 'på meg' instead of 'for meg'? What was in my subconscious telling me to put the former? I had to get to the root of the problem and singe it to the core. Surely I had not seen 'på meg' before! But I had! Oh yes! Ary said "Vent på meg." Such a small difference to make it "Vent for meg." I didn't care at the time. Such nuances were unimportant. So 'på meg' dangerously entered my brain as 'for me'. It all made sense! I screamed "Eureka!" I missed the ball. Well, they should know I can't play my best while I'm having an epiphany.

Yo Tengo Mucho Tarea!

Yo tengo mucho... no! Demasiado tarea ahora. Tengo tarea de biología, matemáticas, inglés, alemán, español, y latín . (¡Pero Me gusta las idiomas!) ¿Por que necesitamos saber de numeros imaginario? No llegarémos a ser matemáticos, ¡vamos!

Lutefisk?

They seem to have an entire chapter, or nearabouts, about Lutefisk in my Norwegian book. Is it so spectacular? There was some dialogue where they were talking about it looking nasty but tasting great. I'm confused :P

Arabic Music = A Families Reflection

I brought home a couple Arabic Music CD's from my neighbor. (He's so nice! ^^) I was playing them in the kitchen today when I had the... fortune? of witnessing my families various reactions to it.

Melissa: Ahhh! I hate Arabic! (Why?) I don't know! I just do!

Mom: Wow! It's funny, you think Arabs don't have lives, but they do! They have children! There are children singing on this CD! They let their children sing!

Dad: Utter Silence

First of all, I want to know when my sister turned into a hate-filled radical, and second of all, I'd like to know how my mom used to think they procreated in Arabia... o.O

What Makes Me Mad. >:O

It makes me madder than abyssus when I get a pencil and try to erase, and it turns out the eraser's older than methuselah and just smears the ink around a bit. Then you seek out another pencil, but theyre all old and probably hard and groady. So you spy a full size eraser at the bottom of the pencil tin, but you can't reach it, so you end up dumping out the whole thing to erase a small mistake on infernal Math Homework. Haufaufgaben is from Hell.

Results

Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||| 51%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||| 48%
Type 3 Image Focus |||||||||||||||| 66%
Type 4 Hypersensitivity |||||| 26%
Type 5 Detachment |||||||||| 33%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||| 26%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||||||||| 77%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||||| 80%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||| 43%

Although, I think I rated myself too high on Aggressiveness.

Personality Test Results

ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.

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Posting

I feel like posting, men I have an English essay due manana. Spanish assignment auch. o.o Ich bin sehr mude. All of a sudden, too. Must have been staying up so late Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night. Yeah, that would do it.

Cliffhangers

Cliffhangers should be outlawed if you can't find out the rest of the story for what could potentially be years. Discuss.

Languages! ^^ Me too, Ary!

So now I can cement my reputation permanantly by copying Ary's little list. ^^

I am more ambitious, so I'm going for eight. I feel like covering the gambit, to make it easier when I learn another language. After all, barring these, there are precious few language families left other than like Bantu and Native American things... and I really doubt I'll be spending much time there.

I put them in order of when I have or plan to start learning each one. Other ideas may present themselves, and I'm still unsure about Russian, but it sounds like a challenge! ^^

English
Spanish
Latin
German
Norwegian
Japanese
Arabic
Russian

Survey Thing. ^^

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	Miranda
Birthday:	March 8th, 1990
Birthplace:	Boston
Current Location:	Missouri
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Dark Brown
Height:	Above Freakishly Short
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right
Your Heritage:	All across the map... Native American, Scottish, Irish, Spanish, French, Canadian... I'd say I look fairly Pictish! :P
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Tennis Shoes for Puppy-Sitting, Black Boots for Church
Your Weakness:	Humility (Or Lack Thereof)
Your Fears:	Spiders in the Kitchen (Anywhere else they're fine)
Your Perfect Pizza:	Cheese and Scampi!
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	H in Latin!
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	Kawaii!
Thoughts First Waking Up:	Usually in a language I don't speak. Often Old English. I dream in Old English, mostly.
Your Best Physical Feature:	Big Dark Eyes
Your Bedtime:	Whenever I feel like it on the Weekends, whenever I can on the Weekdays.
Your Most Missed Memory:	What's this supposed to mean?
Pepsi or Coke:	I hate all Soda.
MacDonalds or Burger King:	I can stomach Burger King if the alternative is Starvation.
Single or Group Dates:	Group Dates... but Polyamorous.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	I'm not big on Tea, either. I get enough caffeine from Chocolate.
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Cappuccino. Sometimes.
Do you Smoke:	No.
Do you Swear:	Not in English.
Do you Sing:	In the Shower.
Do you Shower Daily:	Of Course.
Have you Been in Love:	Too Many Times
Do you want to go to College:	Where else can I learn 8 languages and beat Ary?
Do you want to get Married:	In Tibet. (Polyandry all the way)
Do you belive in yourself:	No. There is no way anyone this sexy could exist.
Do you get Motion Sickness:	Once. I rode the Ninja about 8 times in a row (not getting off) with a full bladder. Under ordinary circumstances, that'd be a no.
Do you think you are Attractive:	Hell yes.
Are you a Health Freak:	If some of my habits are healthy, that's just good luck.
Do you get along with your Parents:	Usually.
Do you like Thunderstorms:	Always.
Do you play an Instrument:	God Save Us if I Did.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	Probably.
In the past month have you Smoked:	No.
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	Laughing Gas at the Dentist
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	I'm on a date every night with friends like mine.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	Doubtful.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	No.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	Yes. Sushi no Onigiri!
In the past month have you been on Stage:	Not for a Performance.
In the past month have you been Dumped:	No.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	No.
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	Hell yes, Halloween was a week ago. My Sisters bag of candy is unprotected.
Ever been Drunk:	Yes. I can get certifiably drunk on anything.
Ever been called a Tease:	No. But I know the worlds greatest.
Ever been Beaten up:	No. I'm way to tough for that. Not to say it hasn't been attempted.
Ever Shoplifted:	No.
How do you want to Die:	After I've published a really good book, and loved, and seen the world, I don't really care.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	A Writer on my Spare Time. The Breadwinning Act is Unimportant.
What country would you most like to Visit:	I can't put that in order! Any country whose language I'm learning!
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	I like all eye colours except light brown.
Favourite Hair Color:	:P Uhm... all my fantasy guys have dark, coal grey hair, but as that doesn't exist...
Short or Long Hair:	Short. Long if it means long strands, but still above the ears. That's ok, but not neccessary. No ponytails! Eek!
Height:	Not Shorter than Me? Shouldn't be Hard? Under 7 foot.
Weight:	Preferably decent BMI. K, so I copied. :P
Best Clothing Style:	Simple and Comfortable. Nothing Garish. Nothing Gothic.
Number of Drugs I have taken:	Too Many to Count. Penicillan, Rhinocort...
Number of CDs I own:	Uhm... No Tengo Ni Idea.
Number of Piercings:	Ears.
Number of Tattoos:	None.
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	Mostly just Stupid things I've said. Can most people count these?
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Placenames

http://www.lowchensaustralia.com/names/placenames.htm

An Amusing Resource. I shall be delving into it for weeks to come. ^^

The legend of Qu'Appelle

• Qu'Appelle (Saskatchewan) - the town name is from the river, known to the Cree as kab-tep-was. This means "the river that calls." The legend associated with the name tells of a Cree man paddling home, when he heard his name called out. He recognized the voice of his bride, who was still many days travel away. He answered, "Who calls?" and a spirit mimicked him: "Who calls?" He then hurried home to find that his bride had died, uttering his name with her last breath. French settlers in Saskatchewan perpetuated the legend by naming the river Qu'Appelle, meaning "who calls?"

-http://www.ainc-inac.gc.ca/pr/info/info106_e.html