Sara

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DeathKnight [/i] [B][color=crimson][i]If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here, While these visions did appear.[/i] [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1][i]...and this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream...[/i] Doppelgangers, heh. I used to tell Shy how much he was like one of my school friends; one day he asked something like, "How is my doppelganger doing?" and I nearly fell over. Heh, I thought it was the coolest thing. [/SIZE]

[size=1]Please keep these things confined to one thread at a time. Please.[/size]

[size=1]I don't know about "good" pick up lines, but here's a story. [b]"Do you want a poster?"[/b] It was night on the Summerfest grounds. I was sitting on the grass, between two of my friends. Being the foolish child that I am, I assumed that if any strange shirtless drunk man we didn't know came up to us, they would prevent him from coming near me. I rested my head on my knees and closed my eyes. Slightly later, I feel someone grasping my hands. I think it's one of my friends trying to get my attention, and look up. There's a man I've never seen before holding my hands and looking very eager. My "friends" are sitting to either side of me, looking faintly surprised, like, "Oh, how did this strange drunk man walk across thirty feet of empty grass eithout our noticing him? And why is he talking to Sara?" The first words of out the guys mouth were, and I quote: "Do you want a poster?" I blinked. Slightly dazed, I responded, "Uh...no thank you." "Do you want something to drink?" the man asked. [i]He'd[/i] obviously had more than enough. "No thank you," I said again. "Do you want something to eat?" This guy was persistant. "[i]No thank you.[/i]" I said firmly, hoping he would leave. "Do you want to dance?" he asked. I looked with some alarm at my friends, both of whom looked as though they were about to die laughing. "No," I said. "That's quite alright." "Do you want to go for a walk by the lake?" he offered. I am going to point out that my "friends" did not come to my aid at any point in this conversation. "No thanks!" I said again. One last try: "Well," he said, at a loss, "what [b]do[/b] you want?" "I think I'd just like to be left alone, please," I said feebly. And he left. It was too much for my friend Dave, he started rolling around on the grass, thumping his foot against the ground and howling with laughter. I dumped my icewater over his head. So, yes. Pick up line. "Do you want a poster?" To quote a movie Dave later made me watch... "Not enough beer in the world." *laughs softly*[/size]

[size=1]Check out the Banner and Avatar request forum. It'll answer your questions. And try to keep things on topic in the future. This thread isn't about banners, heh.[/size]

[size=1]Please do not bring back old threads. If you are interested in posting quotes, there is a current thread in the Poetry, etc. forum.[/size]

[font=arial][i]There was a little girl who didn?t live in the real world. Not many children do, but this one had not made up her own fantasy world, with magic and adventure and fairy tales. Her parents gave her a special world. It was normal in every way: school, family, neighborhood, church. Except that it was perfect.[/i] I don?t know if my parents planned me to be this way. If they did, I know they meant well. What parent wouldn?t want to protect their child from the world? So maybe I shouldn?t blame them. They knew the world wasn?t perfect, as much as they knew Santa Claus wasn?t real. There?s no harm in it when a child is young?who didn?t like believing in Santa? If you never find out he isn?t real, though, you?re going to have a rough time of it when you grow up. What happens when your parents can?t keep the lie going anymore? I believed in Santa until I was eleven years old. I?d spent years doubtfully defending him from disbelieving classmates. That year, though, I prematurely found the ?special? present that he was to leave under the tree on Christmas Eve. I was angry. I felt he owed it to me to be real. Something that doesn?t exist can?t owe anyone anything?but I wanted to believe in Santa. And I wanted to believe this perfect world was real. -- [color=orangered]The terrible thing is, I have every intent of finishing these stories...someday... Asphy, the rain one made me grin. The Memories one, the bit about lemon and pipe tobacco, reminds me of your "Smoke and Oranges." Carr, I like the second one you posted. Seems like it would be fun to work with. [/color][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Shy [/i] [B][size=1]I've always wanted to go on a big road trip with some friends.... Yeah, it's corny, but I love it. Anyone want to come along? Jenna seats five... -Shy[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]We still have to go to DC, heh. The most fun I've had this summer was probably spending a weekend at Camp LuWiSoMo with some friends. We drove up there, stayed in a cabin overnight--it was so much fun, heh--and spent the day hanging out with one of our friends who was a counselor there. It was really neat for me, because I've never really done anything like that with my friends before. Sleepovers, or anything. It was also just a lot of fun to be out with them, sans parents. I know for a fact I had more fun hanging out with them than I ever would have had with my family (though I love 'em.) We had access to canoes and stuff, and spent hours in the water, happily getting sunburned and splashing each other, heh. So it really was such a fun experience, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. -- I actually also went on an EF trip to Europe. It was a school thing, so I was with a lot of people I knew...unfortunately, none of them were people I was really friends with. So while that was a great experience, too, it would have been about seven hundred times better if even one friend of mine had been along. I was lonely a lot.[/SIZE]

[font=arial][b]Broken Roses[/b] I met Leslie my junior year of high school. She was everything I was not: sunny, enthusiastic, bright?a friendly whirlwind. I was her shadow. Calmer, darker, a little mean-spirited. I was the yin to her yang; each a little awkward on our own, we complimented each other perfectly. We met in art class, halfway through junior year. -- I closed my eyes and smiled as I walked into the Haven. I hadn?t had an art class first semester, and hadn?t realized how much I?d missed it I breathed deeply, taking in the aroma of wood shavings and worn-down crayon, and pastes. I envisioned the room as I knew it would look: the large tables surrounded by stools, afternoon light slanting through the windows, year-old jars and tubes of paint on one shelf, different kinds of paper on another, pots and masks and paper mache creations waiting to be picked up by their first-semester creators. I heard someone smiling, and opened my eyes. Mr. Janesen stood against a shelf, watching me. ?Welcome back, Piper,? he said, eyes twinkling.[/font] [size=1][b]I found this in a notebook this morning. I liked this story...the rest just never quite made it onto paper.[/b][/size]

[size=1]I wouldn't just tweak the banner, myself, but if that's what the person wants, you could talk to the person you made the original banner for, and ask if it would be okay with them. [/size]

[size=1]I'm sure I have nothing against the individuals. It's the fact that the group as a whole has invaded my city, heh.[/size]

[size=1]Like Tony said, if there's someone in particular bothering you, give us heads up.[/size]

[size=1]I do not like green eggs and ham.... Or this celebration. I live just south of Milwaukee, and I am painfully sick of all the extra motercycles on the roads. People started showing up a week ago, and things have just been a mess. It's nervewracking to try and drive down the highway, because a great deal of them have no qualms about driving however the heck they like...never mind, you know, traffic laws. There was a pretty bad accident the other night involving a car, a semi, and a couple motercyclists from Mexico. / The car caused it, I believe, but...yeah. Radio stations are playing slightly different music to appeal more to what they believe the riders' tastes are. At least one station keeps giving [i]special welcomes to all our couple thousand guest listeners...WELCOME, HARLEY RIDERS!!![/i] / The noise hasn't been annoying me, simply because we don't right by any roads people would normally take to get somewhere. Last night, though, a trio of motorcycles, who am I convinced were hopelessly lost ("is this Milwaukee?") drove down our street. I have no idea why--we live at the end of a dead end road. There's nothing to see... Heh. I'll be glad when this weekend is over.[/size]

[size=1]The 10,000 ways that don't work was from Thomas Edison, I think. I made a poster with that quote on it when I was in sixth grade. And as for [b]A friend is someone you want to be around, when you feel like being by yourself[/b], I don't know, but I really like it.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by PiroMunkie [/i] [B][size=1]damn, dirty [i]"apes"[/i].[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]You're quoting the wrong series, mate. :toothy: And King_Cloud690, I do not know what you thought you were doing when you made that post, but please post nothing like it ever again. Caps lock is [i]not[/i] your friend. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]'eyo. Yesterday and today I've drawn brief sketches of myself and spent a while colorifying them in photoshop. I generally get tired of the picture before its done, so things get a little sloppy...but I guess I like how they turned out. So, yeah. They can be found right [url=http://www.myotaku.com/users/sara/comments/view/3045/][b]HERE[/b][/url], with a short explanation, or description...or whatever you might call the rest of that post. I don't want a point-by-point critique on these things. I know they're flawed, and reading each and every thing that's wrong will only get me depressed. I'm just wondering what people think of the general style. / There are a couple more examples listed in the fanart in my [url=http://www.myotaku.com/users/sara/]saraOtaku[/url] (do I really need another link to that site? :toothy: ) profile...they're labled as "Maccies." Okies? Okies.[/SIZE]

[size=1]Welcome to OtakuBoards. Enjoy your stay. ^_~ Thread closed.[/size]

[size=1].....When did this turn into the poetry forum? I think this thread has run its course. /[/size]

[size=1]There are. However, I think this is one of those threads that's destined for closing. Please put a little more thought into your threads. It helps to start off a discussion of some sort. Simply asking "Hey, anyone here _______*?" isn't going to cut it. *from Texas, bisexual, black, purple, green, depressed, like cheese, enjoy poker, eat liver, collect mummified frogs, etc. If you went into significant detail about [i]why[/i] you collect mummified frogs, I guess that would be different.[/size]

[size=1]I have spent nine years of my educational career in parochial (Lutheran) schools. Senior year will make it an even ten. Third grade was my first year in such a place, and it was something of a culture shock for my eight year old self. First, my class was tiny. (It was actually about 30 people, but I was used to more.) I was used to switching classrooms every hour, and Trinity didn't do that. I was stuck in the same desk, all day, every day. Everyone else in my class had known each other since Kindergarten (or even 3 year Pre-k) so I was painfully out of place. Furthermore, we had Chapel every Wednesday morning, and I was the only person there who didn't know the Lord's Prayer by heart. However, the thing that bothered me the most (to be perfectly honest, heh) is that my new school had a different handwriting/penmanship that we were supposed to use. I's just spent three years learning to write in d'nealian (where all the letters are slanted and had "monkey tails") and suddenly I wasn't allowed to write like that anymore. Granted, it has very little to do with Trinity being a Parochial school, but I still hold that grudge. / I don't really mind the schools I've gone to, I guess. I often wish I'd gone to a public school with more people and more classes available, but there's very little I can do to change my grade school career, heh. As for high school...well, I woudn't want to change schools my senior year, I guess. I'm painfully aware of the limited AP opportunities offered at my school, and I'm somewhat jealous of my (only) middle school friend, who ended up going to a large public high school. So I guess, for me, the thing about going to a parochial school isn't so much about what religion is taught, so much as it is about the size. There are pros and cons to small schools, and I guess I've done pretty well.[/size]

[size=1]My most recent fun moment is typed up right [url=http://www.myotaku.com/users/sara/comments/view/2939/]here.[/url] It was a totally ridiculous YuGiOh match. So funny, though. It was such a blast. *grins* Right at the end, someone grabbed a card from the people next to us (they were playing speed, or something) and threw it down on the pile, announing: "Four of Clubs! I beat everyone!" Heh.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [B]BECAUSE THEY HAVE EIGHT LEGS. AND THEY CRAWL ALL CREEPY-LIKE. They are to be hated and squashed. ... by someone else. [/B][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Heheh. :toothy: I don't mind spiders, really. I don't have a mortal fear of them or anything. I doubt I would react calmly if I suddenly discovered one where it wasn't supposed to be, but I rarely react calmly to that sort of thing...regardless of species. I don't care to be taken by surprise, I guess. [/SIZE]

[size=1]It made me laugh, anyway. Clicking on the attachment completely took my by surprise. So that element is good, although it really wouldn't have any effect as a signature image. :toothy:[/size]

[size=1]Welcome to OtakuBoards. There are a few things wrong here. First, you may not post several times in a row. "Double posting" is against the rules. Second, we will ask that you put more effort into your posts. A brief description is fine, but perhaps not quite [i]that[/i] brief. And finally, your files have vast amounts of white space. I suggest cropping that out before posting. -Sara[/size]

[size=1]*imagines several hundred thousand pennies dropping from the sky onto DBZman* Well, a penny is about 2.5 grams.. There are roughly 454 grams in a pound, and 2,000 pounds to the ton...I think that comes out to about 3600 dollars. American system, anyway. *wanders off* I don't know what I would wish for. I suppose I ought to figure that out. Like you said, it's a good thing to know in advance.[/size]

[size=1]One of my new favorite quotes is from a [url=http://www.squidi.net/index.php]webcomic[/url] a friend recommended. "You broke my shiny thing! It was so shiny....yet you broke it! Do you [i]hate[/i] me?!" I love that quote.[/size]