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Name: Sara
Country: United States
State: Wisconsin
Metro: Appleton
Gender: Female
Interests: Watching anime, reading manga, listening and trying to memorize Japanese songs. Occasional picture-downloading sprees. Drawing, and way too much role-playing for my own good.
Expertise: Yes everybody this is the quiet little Sara you all know. Or thought you knew ~.^ I love all things anime! Also math and science.
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Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Visser1246
MSN: Visser90@yahoo.com
Member Since:
12/28/2003
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I know I haven’t posted here in a long while. And no, I don’t
plan on coming back. There’s only one person I know and like who ever reads
these any more. But it’s still a vehicle to tell my story.
This is something that happened not a long time ago,
probably the week before Thanksgiving or so. You can choose to believe it or
not, but know that I wouldn’t have the guts to tell something like this
publicly if it wasn’t true. I should have been shouting it from every rooftop
the moment I knew it actually worked, but was too afraid people wouldn’t
believe me and think I was an idiot. Now I know God wants me to tell everyone.
I guess it’s my first foray into preaching, heh... (And now because I used the
word "preach" about half of you will tune me out. But come on, have any of you
ever known me to get all extremist "You’re all sinning and going to hell!" on
you? O.o Please give me that much credit.)
My friend Cat had been having horrible migraines since...I can’t
remember when. For several months now. Her doctors didn’t know what was wrong,
and the only meds that helped were prescription barbituates that wouldn’t
actually make the pain stop, but make her so strung out she didn’t
care. They’d take at least 2 days to filter out of her
system, and with these migraines happening 2 or 3 times a week she’d regularly
be hopped up on 2 or 3 doses at once. The extent of our hanging out (when I
actually had the time) quickly became sitting on the bed, playing a quiet video
game, or watching her fall asleep at the dinner table. After a while I began to
remember how energetic she had been 2 years ago, how crazy and partially evil,
uh...I mean...mischievous, and great. It was painful for me to
know she didn’t have the energy to do the things she liked any more, and I knew
it was painful for her girlfriend Cait as well, even if she didn’t show it.
I was in bed one night thinking about this horrible
predicament and found myself praying to God saying "If there’s one person I’d
like to heal, it would be her." I believed it in all my heart, because I really
love these guys. They’re like family to me. Hell, Cat, Cait, and I jokingly
call ourselves "The Trinity" because for the first 2 years of college we were
practically inseparable. (Darn you, physics! DX)
I couldn’t be more surprised when I felt a response back. "Lay
hands on her, and she will be healed," He said. Like something out of the early
New Testament or something, haha. Stuff like that doesn’t happen anymore,
right? But it was so comforting and just as real as my conviction moments
before, and so I believed it. I began crying and thanking Him giddily.
But for 2 days I didn’t go through with it. Why? I thought
they would think I was crazy. And what if it didn’t work? I knew I had to
believe it would, or nothing would happen. There can’t be a speck of
doubt, I thought, and by now I certainly was doubting. So it’s a good
thing my music player set to random played a religious song on the 2nd
night, or I may have continued doing nothing. It was God’s way of reminding me
about my promise. I knew I had to go through with it, or I would never know if
I could have helped. And guilt is by far my strongest emotion, haha. So I
turned off my music and knelt in front of my bed, pleading for God to give me
the strength to go through with this. I knew Cat and Cait had gone to bed
already, but if this actually worked I didn’t think they’d mind the
disturbance.
So I took a deep breath and plodded down the hall. It took a
minute for Cait to open the door, and sure enough it was dark inside. "Can I
come in?" I asked. She agreed, turned on the light, and I closed the door behind
me. "This is gonna look crazy," I laughed slightly, trying to keep the tears
back for now. Cat sat up in bed, and I told her to take her glasses off as I
climbed up there with her. I had scripted this scenario over and over in my
head the last couple nights, so at least I already knew what to do. ^_^; I
reared up as tall as I could get on my knees, put my hands on her head and
closed my eyes. I declared in as dramatic and realistic a voice as I could, "(insert
Cat’s full name here), Be Healed." Of course I didn’t feel anything, so I added
a, "Damnit, be healed," for good measure. And that was it. I plopped back down
and told Cait and Cat about my praying and God’s response. Of course I began to
cry, but I didn’t care at that point.
And then Cait did something I never thought she would do.
She put her forehead on mine and hugged me. "You’re an amazing person," she
said. That I would follow my convictions so strongly, it was something she had
never known anyone else to do. Cat thanked me, and we all hugged. And then I
went back to bed. ^_^;
And to this date, Cat has never had another migraine. I
believe God worked a miracle through me that night, and I’m deeply honored. I
sin in ways I have only told one other person in this world, and still He
allowed me to do that. I’m still trying to become worthy of that act.
Miracles DO still happen, people.
Big-time miracles. Cat, Cait, and I are proof of that. So when you look at the
crumbling world of today and think yourself powerless, know that if you
believe, you can move mountains.
(Well damn, that last line sounds just like a cheesy Optimus
Prime speech. There goes my seriousness... XD )
Cat and Cait gave me permission to use their names in this
journal entry. | | |
| Llywelyn's is starting to change me. I wear my hair in braids so much
to keep it out of the way it's starting to become wavy. Though after
only a day off it goes back to normal, haha. It couldn't hold a curl to
save its life. I'm also wearing jewelry on a regular basis. Even more
of a shock: makeup! It still feels weird. I've also become used to
going hours at a time without food, as we can't eat until we're
practically off the clock and I usually don't get off the dinner shift
until 10:30 or later. But I am
getting better with my snappy comebacks! Today I spilled tea all over
this poor man's shirt, and as he was mopping it up he asked, "This is
just tea, right?"
After giving a quick yes, I added: "Actually, there's some nuclear
waste in the basement. You might want to get yourself checked." To
which he replied: "Cool! I might get that third arm I always wanted!"
Now if only my brain would do that consistently. Not the spilling tea,
but the snappy comebacks.
If you like Transformers, go search for "The Ballad of Optimus Prime" on YouTube. It will brighten your day, I promise. Also look for the Spam skit by Monty Python done with Transformers footage. Starscream whines about how he hates Spam. XD
I'm still watching Transformers G1, but sometimes the episodes are so cheezy I have to immediately watch Beast Wars to clear my mind. Beast Wars is getting farther and farther from kid's show status. Megatron cut out a bot's spark with a pure energon blade two episodes ago. o.o; And now he has it in a vice so if the bot doesn't work for the Preds he'll crush it like a bug. It's also hilarious how similar Silverbolt is to my character Alexander. I'm seriously getting pointers for playing him by watching the show.
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Crap I
Still Have to
Finish:Rawhide comic:
coloring
Gargoyle Tsume wallpaper:
coloring
RO Chibis: backgroundFinished
Projects: Pixel Fighter ID
This journal is dedicated to the great Maximal warrior Dinobot. Yes, I cried when he died. At the age of 20. | | |
| Current Llywellyn's Schedule:
Mon: 4:00pm - 11:00pm
Wed: 10:30am - 11:00pm
Thur: 10:30 am - 2:00 pm
Fri: 4:00pm - 11:00pm
Sat: 10:30am - 11:00pm
Come visit me! It's on 151st, just east of Metcalf. Basically, take 69 highway to 151st, make a left off the exit ramp, and it'll be on your right just after Metcalf. Tell the hostesses you're a friend of mine and they'll seat you in my section.
GAHHHH I work doubles Wednesday and Saturday! I'm gonna be so beat this week....
Colin, David, and I went to Target and Wal-mart today looking for a Bumblebee toy that is supposedly $10. That is a price I can support without feeling bad that I bought a kids' toy. But all the Bumblebees were gone. T_T I do think the Optimus Prime voice changer would be awesome to have. It would probably be entertaining for at least 20 mins, if not more.
Now I go to sleep, because I work tomorrow. Ugh...
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Crap I Still Have to
Finish:Rawhide comic:
coloring
Gargoyle Tsume wallpaper:
coloring
RO Chibis: backgroundFinished
Projects: Chibi Alexander
After Rattrap has supposedly died:
Optimus Primal: He was a difficult Maximal to deal with. At times impossible. But I'll remember him in honor.
Dinobot: I won't disgrace his memory with lies! He was a...stinking, omnivorous pestilence! Still, in some perverse way I will miss him... | | |
| So I'm on a total Transformers kick since I saw the new movie. If you haven't seen it yet, what are you waiting for?! Seriously, it kicks ass. Just don't sit close to the screen because it's hard to see what's going on in the robot-on-robot fights. All those moving parts, 'ya know. The night after seeing the movie I made myself a kickass wallpaper of my favorite character: Bumblebee. There's a link to it at the end of this journal if you want to use it.
And thanks to Colin my curiosity was sparked about the original Transformers series. So I downloaded and watched it. My friend and I seriously had to make up a new unit of measurement just to measure the amount of cheese and lame in this show. The previously largest unit of measurement, the metric sh*t-ton, doesn't even come close. So since Transformers was made in the 80s we decided on cans of Aquanet. Transformers is at least 1,000 cans of Aquanet. And yet I still like to watch it. I guess I just want something mindless right now.
I also found Beast Wars, which I actually remember watching as a kid. I don't remember anything about it other than they transformed into animals, but I remember that I watched it. So I'm in the process of downloading that right now. I watched the 1st episode of Beast Wars today and had mixed feelings. The plot is much better than the original, and the CG still holds up pretty well even today. But, like most 90s kids' shows, everyone has to announce when they transform. All of them. In series. DX That's gonna get annoying real quick.
Then again, that's what I said about the transforming noise.
I have a job! Finally! It's at a new Welsh pub called Llywellyn's on 151st just east of Metcalf. We open Tuesday at 4pm, so you should come see me! I'll probably be running food, but I'll work my way up to waitress soon. I have to learn all my liquor now... @.@
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Crap I Still Have to
Finish:Rawhide comic:
coloring
Gargoyle Tsume wallpaper:
coloring
RO Chibis: backgroundFinished
Projects: R+M Desktop, Bumblebee Wallpaper
Optimus Prime: Bumblebee! Stop lubricating the man! | | |
| I had another cool dream last night. So I think I'll write it out before I forget it. Yeah, I'll do a regular journal entry in a minute...
I almost forget how it started out. I think I was at a swimsuit shop on a dock somewhere. There was a young boy and girl laughing and carrying on together; you could tell they had crushes on each other. I was giddy because I had just discovered I could teleport myself. Yep, this was a Heroes dream. But I couldn't bend time like Hiro, I could only teleport very short distances, where I could see where I'd end up. I saw my face looking back at me from wherever I wanted to go, and then my body followed. People tended to mistake it for cloning myself, I think because there would be two of us for a split second. But it was fun. Anyway, this police guy arrived on the scene and began demanding everyone there come with him for questioning. He was saying something about having a reason to believe one of us was a suspect in something... He started dragging the younger boy away, causing a scene with his girlfriend/crush. Well I knew I had done nothing wrong, so immediately I knew something was up. I casually started strolling the other way. But soon enough another cop started chasing me, so I had to run. I tried to teleport, but it wouldn't work for some reason. What I didn't know was that the Haitian was in the area; he and Benett had this small unit of cops working for them for now trying to find another Hero. And the Haitian was blocking all powers in the area.
Somehow I managed to elude the cop and get back to our apartment building. It was a shabby little place with a Mexican restaurant and bar on the first floor, and the elevator to the apartments was through the kitchen. So I was able to slip through the crowd for now. Back on our floor I discovered a buffet dinner one of our Mexican neighbors had set up as a floor-wide bonding thing. I thought it would be a great place to hide in plain sight, but no one seemed to be coming, so I just went back to our tiny little apartment. Before I had taken two steps a group of people came up the elevator. No, they weren't the cops, just some of the people who lived there. But with them was a grizzled Latino man whom the lady setting up the buffet recognized immediately. He used to live in the building, but caused so many problems he had been kicked out. Everyone in the room stiffened as she said, "You know you're not welcome here." Obviously this guy had come looking for a fight, because he pulled out one of his guns in response and started shooting a random person. That person being me.
As quick as I could I teleported behind him, then slammed his face into the wall a couple times. Everybody was impressed, but I was just worried. The Haitian would have sensed that. And the cops were still in the area! I had to get out of there. ((I think I was giving the Haitian more powers than he actually had, haha.)) I went back to the apartment to tell Mom I'd be gone all night, and started packing some clothes. I wound around the building, down a staircase to the basement, up another rarely-used staircase, across an entire floor, just to make sure no one could follow me. The cops would be watching the back door, so of course I didn't use that one. When I finally got outside I could see a few cops in every direction. But there were plenty of people out, so I reassured myself I could blend in. I began walking out of town, following a stream of people traveling alongside, but not on, the main road. I didn't want anyone seeing me if they happened to be going down it.
But of course, he was. The Haitian. I saw him walking over the rise, and could do nothing as he silently pointed down the hill at me. I tried to run, but it was no use. I was shot twice, and immediately fell unconscious to the blare of some strange horns... Of course, since this was my dream, I was still technically awake. Awake enough to witness plot happening anyway. Apparently this weird group of science nerds came to my rescue. They demanded I be let free, or they'd set off some weird experiment they had planted in New York somewhere. Well the cops had to agree to that one. So they left and the scientists started tending to my wounds. They drove me to the next town over and left me there to fend for myself.
Then it starts getting blurry. I was being put on trial by the mayor for....I don't know. I think he just didn't like me. It might have been because he also had a power, but unlike me he could actually make clones of himself. I guess he thought I was infringing on his territory or something. But he used his power recklessly and for show, and I knew the Haitian would find him eventually. Quicker than he'd find me, at this rate.
That's where the dream ended. Too bad it wasn't more focused on the cool power aspect. But it was still neat. | | |
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