066. Praise the Lord, and Pass the Ammunition

09Apr08

If you ever experience a pine cone shortage – hide.

Yep. That’s pretty much all I have to offer. Have a wonderful day, folks. Don’t listen to Serj if you happen to be in a belligerent mood. It makes you want to protest. And lordy knows we don’t need any of that. *rolls eyes*

It’s been a decent day. I still need to mail out some prints I promised I would, and possibly take pictures of my watercolor. Or my mosiac, if it’s back from being framed. This color-split idea that grabbed in at BR has not left, and has shown up in two more pieces.

My to-do list is ever growing.

-Research Colleges
-Contact little sibs (DO THIS FRIDAY.)
-McDizzle work
-Skeeetchbook. RARHG. Do in the morning!
-Hippo Head. TO BE DONE TOMORROW.
-Oral Presentation. BERGKNDK.

Oh, Katling. I still have a package to send you. You will enjoy it. I meant to sent it in February, or before that, but time slipped away from me.

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3 Responses to “066. Praise the Lord, and Pass the Ammunition”

  1. 1 katling

    Package?

    Package package package?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

    Yay, PACKAGE! *dances a short, one-person mambo*

    Ooh, could you take pictures of the mosaic? I’d love to see how it turned out! Talking of things turned out, here’s a few beginning paragtraphs to that story I had mentioned to you…;)

    After Martha decided to depart the good ship TARDIS, The Doctor decided that he would have to travel alone for a bit, have a bit of alone time with the TARDIS. The TARDIS, being at heart a rather mellow sort, enjoyed this sustained period of moping about, cheered by the fact it was not being driven down expressways, trapped down pits deep into the earth, or parked in alleyways; even very old TARDIS’s have some pride. However, on the eighteenth trip the Doctor made outside to some other world his ship began to get slightly worried. She hadn’t been too concerned about the effect of Martha Jones leaving her Time Lord’s side, Martha was a nice girl nevertheless the TARDIS could see that it was time for her to move on; still, there were some holes in her good Doctor that weren’t being healed by his moping about the universe. The aftereffects of his meeting his ancient foil had brought up holes that came from beyond The Master’s reappearance, holes with the names of a flower and those of a lost race…
    Besides, she was tired of his playing the Poozies “no going home” twenty-seven and a half billion times. It was a nice song, but after the song was put on repeat the TARDIS could map out every note without even trying that hard.
    Enough was enough.

    (TBCont……..)

    Gah! And lastly! when’s your spring break? Going anywhere neat or traveling in your head? :)

  2. 2 Pip

    Ooooooh. And I’ll try and sent it soon, lovvy. As for Spring Break, it starts tomorrow! And… um. College search? That’s pretty much it.

  3. 3 raalla

    CONTACT YOUR LITTLE SIBS.
    endstory.
    Nicole nevarrr contacted me, it was ridiculous. Luckily I had my -real- big sister, but still. Bad big sibs are made of faiiiil.


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