Saturday, February 28, 2009

For Bridget

The day of March 1st is the first anniversary of the day Bridget and I became long lost (and then evil) twins. How, might you ask, did such a momentous moment occur unnoticed by the world, and where?

It all started on a humble, unpretentious site called Boredonline. Perhaps you may have heard of it. It was the first forum I joined, at the very start of my computer life. I joined Thursday Oct 12, 2006, at 6:10 pm. (I know, sooooo long ago!) My username was Horses Rock! and my very first pm was from Bridget (whose username was Elwing).

Message subject: Hi!
From: Elwing
Sent: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:07 am
To: Horses Rock!


I love your username! I'm totally
agreed on it. :)

My reply:

Message subject: hi!
From: Horses Rock!
Sent: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:19 pm
To: Elwing

thnx! i LUV horses! (insert little purple smily face that
bounces up and down grinning)
hey, guess what... we r the same age!!

Yes, I used text speak back then, and my capitalization was not what it is now. (Actually, even after I stopped using text speak, I didn’t use much capitalization online for the longest time.)

Now, I am sure you are wondering that how, out of such an everyday, innocent meeting, was born a friendship that will one day conquer the world? And how did we, two poor, immature n00bs (yes, we were, I admit it) discover that we were really two long lost evil twins, separated at birth?

It took rather less than two years.

Horses Rock! wrote:

what were you depressed about, btw?

(Bridget had mentioned a few pm’s ago that she had been feeling depressed… no need to feel sympathetic and say “Awwww”, it was a year ago =P)
everything in general and nothing in particular? (it happens... but with me,
it's usually everything in general, and everything in particular :P)
once, when i was sick, i had this really strange, vivid dream that i
could remember when i woke up (i don't always remember my dreams when i wake
up) that would make a great story! i wrote the dream down, but i haven't
written the story yet.

Elwing wrote:

You stole the words out of my mouth. I've said "Everything
in general, but nothing in particular" so many times. O.o
We need some serious help. O.o
First you write a poem that I was going to write, now
you're stealing my words. O.o:D

Horses Rock!
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Sent messages

O.o this is more than weird... i decided recently that my mind works the same as my
two best friends IRL (great minds work alike, you know :P) and now i'm beganning
to think my mind also works the same as yours... lol. like i said, very strange.

Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Inbox

AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! My friend and I always say, "Great minds think
alike" too!!!
Yes, very, very, strange. Maybe we're like some twins
seperated at birth. O.o

Horses Rock!
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Sent messages

that proves it!! (insert smily that nods its head)
maybe we were :P

Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Inbox

Yes, I suppose it
does. O.o I shall always be indebted to Bol for the finding of my sister.
(insert smily that nods its head)

Horses Rock!
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Sent messages

i love that smily, don't you? (insert smily that nods its head)
we must pay homage to bol for the rest of eternity!

Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Inbox

I do (insert smily that nods its head)
Yes! All hail Bol!! (insert grovelling smily face that
flops down and gets back up and does the same over and over again)

Well, from two n00bs known as Horses Rock! and Elwing to two random, profound evil twins—or tweevils, as we like to call each other.

Thank you for joining me down this memory road or memory trip or whatever the term is. :P And, to finish, I have written a poem for Bridget to express my joy at our first anniversary as tweevils!

I am very happy
That I have a tweevil
And now I’m getting sappy
Because she’s eating weasels!

Don’t say more, say Mordor!

Monday, February 23, 2009

*shifty eyes*

I is vewy sawwy I hasn't been posting... *more shifty eyes*

I haven't forgotten about this blog, I promise! It just keeps, er, slipping from my mind! Goodness, now I feel like Gracey, posting just to reassure you guys that I'm alive. :P

I will post more soon, I promise! In fact, I'll be doing a post veeery soon that I've been planning, but it's a secret, so I can't tell you any more, my dear readers, much as I would like to slip you just a tiny hint....

Until my next post, you know what to do--Don't say more, say Mordor.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I'm sitting here, with absolutely no clue what I'm going to say, and I can't say I particularly care, either. Except for the sake of our poor readers, who needs must suffer through this terrible display of randomness.

I got back from the March for Life a week ago last Sunday, and for no apparent reason, I have been completely and utterly happy ever since.

Happy, happy happy!!! *dances around*

*looks back*

Oh, right, sorry about that. But yes, I have been happy. Happy happy happy! *catches the looks the readers are shooting her* Eerrrrrr... Moving on now....

I had an absolutely great time on the March, daily Mass, and an hour or so of adoration almost every day, I miss it so bad now that I'm back! It almost makes me want to go and sign into a convent somewhere, haha! Ha.... Well, almost. =P

The group I went with took the train down, 72 hours in all, and stayed at a Franciscan monastery while we were there. The same monastery, I might add, that Lanta's group toured the morning of the March. We were within a block of each other and had no clue!!! Ahhh! We might have even been in the same building! Eek!

Oh well. Be thankful, readers, for when we meet, it is a sign that the Apocalypse has begun. Not to say that the fact we did not meet proves in itself that the Apocalypse has not begun, but you at least are in possession of the (rather) slight consolation that we didn't meet, which is a sign absolutely beyond doubt that the Apocalypse has started. (italics added for the ease of reading)

I'm slowly getting used to home again, after 10 days of being around 29 other people, including a really crazy/awesome priest who ate a huge bowl of cornflakes late every night with a ladle.

But, I can say with a great deal of certainty, I never want to get used to home again.

Which might sound strange to your ears, so forebear, allow me to explain. (I've been reading the Prince and the Pauper for school, so, of your courtesy, overlookest the petty trappings that have come to season my speech)

It always seems that whenever I go on retreats, I always grow really close to God, et cetera, et cetera, but then when I get home, I last about a week before I go back to what I was the day before the retreat. Making any sense? Well, probably not, lol.

This is the longest I've ever made it after a retreat, and I can honestly say, its pretty darn awesome.

Last night, I 'went to bed' (doesn't necessarily mean I went to sleep *looks innocent*), and was just too completely happy to go to sleep.

You know that feeling you had when you were a little kid Christmas night? You felt so loved and fortunate. All your presents, so bright, so beautiful (er, sorry, a little influence from Smeagol there, whoops), you just wanted to stay awake and be happy. That probably wasn't the best analogy, but oh well.

That's pretty much what I felt like. Too happy to sleep. I stayed up for over an hour after my parents went to bed, just being happy, writing in my diary that I haven't written in for over 4 years, because I didn't feel at all inspired to write anything else.

And I have no idea where I'm going with this, haha.

But anyhow, I'm back, I'm happy, and I'm hyper. Happy happy ha-*trails off when she see's the readers' glares*

Don't say more, say Mordor! *scoots*