Okay, so Atspace has mysteriously upped and gone, meaning that my website (which I worked on for an unnecessarily long period of time) has also disappeared. Rather than panic, I shall rant on stuff here.

Firstly, I watched Crush, and GAHHHH! Jeremy, why did you recommend it to me, WHY?!?!?!?!?!!!! *sobs* SPIIIIIIIKE! Oh Spike, Dru, Spike, SPIKE SPIKE SPIKE. Poor little rejected vampire. Poor dude. God I hate the Spuffy pairing now. DIE BUFFY DIE. Why did no one kill her? Damn it damn it damn it! ;-; You're a mean teenager, Jeremy, very cruel. *sobs s'more* Why, why do the BtVS writers keep making Spike the underdog? WHY?!

... Anyway. *coughs and regains composure* Happy New Year, I guess. I think I'm the only one who actually doesn't have anything good to say about this year fucking typical eh, being all Little Miss Pessimistic, cough cough snigger. I found something to fanship, I guess. That's a good thing. I er... hm. Well, I made a friend. *waves at Jelly* That was a good thing I did this year. I also... erm... hmm.

I can tell you what I did do that was somewhat life-changing! I:

x had that stint with my family, where my mom became uberly depressed and I became the 24/7 clown to keep the family chipper, which was ridiculously stressful
x had that stint with my family, where my mom moved out and said she was gonna divorce, and I couldn't tell Tris or anyone else
x had that stint with my family where my dad became uberly angry and irritable, resulting in him going to Malaysia
x had that stint with my family where my mom and dad didn't divorce but didn't tell me a thing, leaving me uber-stressed in the first few weeks
x became very worried when my mom and dad suddenly became the best of friends and started drinking lots and lots
x briefly went back to old habits, ie. cutting and self-medicating
x briefly went back to old thoughts and actions, ie. I will die now, therefore I will cross roads without looking both ways, I will take as much fucking medicine as I like, I will sulk a lot and be a general nuisance
x tested the theory that suicide by suffocation is impossible (very true, actually)
x lost trust/faith in my friends
x lost creative urges
x lost determination, drive and focus
x lost hope in a good future
x realized that there's no point in trying to convince yourself of something that isn't true, eg. Rachel actually being worth anything more than a moldy penny
x took up smoking, because ciggies taste nummy (no lectures on health, they're boring)
x tried drinking but found that all booze does is make me sleepy and decided that I prefer to be alert
x began using nailpolish! Gasp. I like black nailpolish. It feels funky-- even though it results in me gnawing/rubbing it off a few day/s after
x became fed-up with people, ergo I am no longer humoring my dad, nor am I attempting to be remotely fake with certain friends, leading to my next point:
x became 100 times more self-centered than I originally was.

... Here's to hoping that '06 will be much, much better.

THANK YOU BO HO. My site is now up. Since I spent like, hours and hours strangling myself and Blogger in alternation trying to tweak the Blogger HTML (why do people make so many stupid tags, why?!) I might leave this journal and move to the site instead. I love Blogdrive, but lately it's been getting mean what with not letting me [p align="justify"] (yes, I know they're meant to be triangular brackets) my text and what with not cooperating with Audioblog and all. Blogdrive cooperates. The only thing that's really irritating is the save-publish stuff, rather than just straight publishing like with Blogdrive, but meh. I guess saving is the equivalent of 'Save As Draft' on Blogdrive. Meh. Meh. Whee.

Setentia. Whee again!

I'm not creative. Ughhh. *presses gun to temple melodramatically*

I've been in a funk all day.

This bites.

Ugh. I miss being a fetus.

I really need a fag.

I'm really tempted to go back to old habits. Someone stop me.

Why am I still alive at seventeen? Aren't I meant to have been smacked by a truck by now?

There's emotional/creative blockage. It's choking and irritating. Speaking of which: I want a choker.

Cat-harsh-is is supposedly good for the soul.

GODDAMNIT I REALLY NEED A FUCKING CIGARETTE.

*deep breath*

Why am I so useless? Answer: because I don't try.

Piano is relaxing with prettyvoice boy music. Like Daniel Powter. (*pouts* Look Momma, a homophone! Zing!)

I just read Spara and feel the intense urge to gouge my eyes out.

I have old woman hands. Woe.

BANG!

edit: Oh... nummy. *smiles* I'm buying my own packs next time, rather than nicking. Mom and dad are ubergro[ss] dummkopfs (to capitalize or not to capitalize, that is the question. Meh, I don't take German) and cut theirs in half. Stupid people.

Anyone wanna meet up someday? I'll go earlier, nick buy a pack, we can go runnin' around, it'll be fun. I'll chew gum, no worries, so there's no smell of/smoke or anything. I'm not that inconsiderate. ^_-

In retrospect, I really should've posted this yesterday.



... I'm not on crack, I swear.

Dee and I were arguing about Imogen Heap's The Walk. She says it's not so much sad as it is sweet; it's a song about someone who was likely hurt before and who doesn't want to fall in love again, but finds herself doing so anyway because emotion is volatile and independent of logic. I say it's a sad song because of that reason.

I watched School Hard, the BtVS ep where Spike first appears. Beggin' yer pardon Germ, the Spangel kiss isn't in that episode. I was under the impression that it was, from other reviews scattered about the place, but no. My memory hath deceived me.

I'm gonna be lame and do work now. If I finish (SHYEAH RIGHT), I'll... I dunno, write. Or something.

Ta.

edit: Dear World,

I got no work done. None at all. I'm kinda antsy about that, but my laziness is overwhelming.

Love,
Ray.

I think I've read all the good Spangel fics on the web. :( All the rest are kinda PWP, which would be nice if it wasn't so... I don't know how to put this, so I'll give a short demonstration.

Plot-What-Plot?
Ron was walking to the Whomping Willow when he bumped into someone. "Watch it!" he snapped (he was in a bad mood).

"Fuck off," returned the other boy icily.

"Should've known it was you, Malfoy," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "What is it now? Why are you always bothering me?"

Malfoy's eyes were drawn to Ron's mouth as the redhead talked. His lips were red like cherries, and moist. "I'm not the one who came lumbering down the corridor like a bloody troll."

They glared at each other, then suddenly were at each other, mouths pressing hungrily together.

[enter ten pages of random porn here. Uh, uh. Yeah baby you feel so good; and hey, look, sex makes me lose my British accent!]

"Wow. That was."

"Yeah."

Ron rolled on his side, grinning. "Again?"

[enter ten more pages of random porn. Enter about one line of plausible dialog. Try and ignore the fact that they're only teenagers yet they're boinking like desperate bunnies in the middle of a corridor where anyone can see them. 'Hot' as that is, I don't think anyone would appreciate being eyeballed while boinking.]

"Feeling better now?" Draco asked breathlessly.

"Much."

The End!

*bows* Yes, I know I'm a brilliant writer. (This is my best piece yet!!!!!!! Reviews are hugely appreciated-- otherwise there'll be no more fic in the future!!!)

The truly sad thing is that there was a huge part of me that was like that in the past. God. *shoots self*

Now, granted, that was D/R rather than Spangel. But it's a similar thing. I chose D/R 'cause all of you know who they are.

What I did today:

x Fell asleep, after tossing and turning for three hours, at 4am! Woke up at noon! Gave pressies. Had to ask for a thank you from my brother. Mom gave huge hearty fake thank you. Ah well, points for trying, I guess.
x Had lunch. Mom makes good lasagna.
x Clubbed Jeremy/Jemima (s/he has gender issues) Cricket
x Went with family to CBay to pick up leather jackets/trenches. Was a lot less guilty due to JCricket being all passed-out and all. Nice, smooth lambskin trenchcoat. "Bahhh," say the vegans, "bahhhhh."
x Opened presents from parents. Got AtS S1-4 and BtVS 1-7. Joy!! ... Oh, and I also got foot mittens.
x Watched TV.
x Watched TV.
x Not/cried over Doyle.
x Not/cried over Faith.
x Watched TV.
x Ate dinner! Mom makes good garlic bread.
x Watched TV. Poor Spike.
x Found out that Jeremy Renner ('Penn') is also from Modesto, California, like James Marsters. How ironic is that? Two actors from Modesto, both on Angel, both Angel's underlings. D'awww. He sings too, apparently, though I can't find any of the songs by his band. Can't be very good, poor guy.

I'm bored, so I'm gonna do this very, very short meme that Terry tagged me to do.

'Tis the season to be jolly, and what better way to be jolly than to receive, receive, receive? List the things you got for Christmas (then tag three people to do the same)
- AtS box set S1-4
- BtVS box set S1-7
- Foot mittens
- Blue... toy... thing, from Suzanne

... Maybe I shoulda listed each season separately. ROFL. I tag whoever wants to do it and whoever has a blog. Uh... Bo, Jelly and Dee.

edit: God I want a domain. *sighs* I'm being silly, really. I have a perfectly good er... not-domain. I have webspace. Webspace is love.

I'm gonna take it down, rip the little fucker to shreds, and upchuck my dinner on its entrails.

Then I'll make a whole new one. *dreamy expression* Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. *frowns* Or entrails, be as it may. Mostly I just wanna tinker around on Photoshop, yanno, make nice graphics. And HTML, and hopefully, like, get it right this time, sans tears of frustration and many knee-on-floor grovel sessions and confuzzled "what huh"s to the oh-Netly-one Bo.

And then I'll write lots of porn deep and philosophical essays on porn the meaning of life, and scatter them all over my site for people to porn muse over. I'll also clear out all my old '04 drawings and put in my new pornolicious thought-provoking ones.

And? I'll figure out how to use Blogger. Properly, like, so I can use it on the index page of my site. And people can know how splendiforous and intellectual I am! Boo-yah. *puts on boogie pants and boogies on dowwwwwwwn*

(P.S. I don't have pornfics/art. I'm gassin' around. Yeesh.)

Since it's Christmas (though technically it's the eve, since I haven't slept yet, and stuff) I've decided to put down one of the best RL quotes ever.

<-- Audioblog.



















































*clears throat*

















"Oh yeah! Oh, I get what you mean by horny now!"

The Zhengjelly loves her Brice Yvon Richard Oberon Nelson muchly. It's blindingly obvious. She had to work to get him, too. ^_~

I'm gonna go to bed now. And write.


Bahhh.

(This was taken at my house, before the Bo and I made the poor Jelly run everywhere. MUAHAHAHA.)

My God, why didn't anyone introduce The Offspring to me earlier? *cracks up* I thought they were death metal or something, but no, they're... I don't know what genre they are, but they're funny. I just watched a fanvid of BtVS/AtS bloopers done to Original Prankster and I just about died laughing. That, and the Andrew MV to The Offspring's Pretty Fly. God. *raises hand* Can I just say, this band is awesome for their upbeat melodies? For some reason Original Prankster made me forget my knowledge of medications and I mistook prozac ("Time time, prozac can make it better!") for viagra. Cue me choking and facepalming in a fit of giggles when I realize my mistake. Ahh, Freud loves me. "Time time, viagra can make it better!" More syllables than 'prozac', but so funny when you try to analyze it.

Today is an awesome day for music, can I just say that?

Have come to some conclusions. Fun as feeling too tired to prevent my head rolling, to censor my thoughts or to watch AtS with the concentration of a hawk on prey was, I don't think I actually like drinking that much. The occasional drink is nice, but I don't actually like being any more out of my mind than I already am (as according to some family of mine). I'm lucky, I guess, that I'm a 'sleepy drunk' (quoth Jeremy) as opposed to like, a 'beatass drunk'. But meh. Not actually that fun. I'd rather keep a clear mind, even if in a sucky mood. So hey, I've already tried two of the possible evils of maturity-- ciggies and alcohol. It's onto recreational drugs next. *sly grin* Spot me some, dudes!

But yeah. I've decided that, rather than waste my life as a little know-it-not, I'll do the stupid teenage thing and experiment a lot. Why bother staying on the straight road to goodness? Experience is fun. 'Sides, I'm not a doofus; if I get really affected by anything, I won't go onto deeper stuff. Like, in the event that I ever do try pot, and I get anywhere near mildly addicted, I'm not gonna go onto heroin or anything. I find it amusing actually, that so many people warn against fags (screw it, I always use this word for ciggies, I don't care if you feel blech about it) and booze 'cause they're supposedly addictive. I don't feel addicted at all. I actually can't imagine having more alcohol. I prefer fruit mixes. They're... perky. XD

edit: <-- Audioblog post, 12min 5sec.

edit2: <-- Audioblog post, 4min 30sec.

edit3: I was just researching tubal ligation ('getting your tubes tied') and wow, it sounds bad if you're one of those who somehow get an ectopic pregnancy. Not that I'm gonna get my tubes tied any time soon. I've decided to leave the decision until I'm in my late twenties; if I still dislike kids as much as I do now, then I'll get it done. I don't know if I'll hold to this promise, but I don't want to be having kids after I'm 30-31. The kid has an insanely high risk of getting Parkinson's, and I don't need the guilt of having released yet another person into the world, plus extra suffering 'cause they're handicapped.

I still do want to get a lip piercing. Bah. It's awful that that kind of thing lasts quite a while. I'm tempted to go to London (if I get accepted into the uni I applied to) and get it done, then take it out and let my lip heal. Hunh... better ask about that. Whether it will heal or not, I mean. My ear still can't take anything that's not the stud I was punched with.

Okay! I update, having slept for very many hours.

Man, I feel psyched. I think I was more sleepy than drunk-- well, okay, sleepiness is a side effect of being drunk. But oh man. *stretches* I feel so kickass. I haven't felt this invulnerable in ages. *grins* Alarmingly (or not), as I said to the Zhengjelly before, the below post is exactly how I talk when I'm tired. See what kind of abuse poor James has to put up with? No wonder he hates me.

Okay! Okay, description time. So I'm not exactly sure what I said earlier (ROFL) but wow, today, very emotional. First time in a long time that I went out of my house by myself. I know I've said this like... twice, I believe, but I seriously did keep slipping from paranoia to euphoria. It was like... random paranoid attacks, coupled with random pride ("LOOKIE ME, I'M DOIN' IT! RAY'S ON FI-YAHHH!") coupled with periods where I kept zoning out and couldn't concentrate. I went and talked to the woman at 5opt gallery and I literally had to keep telling myself to pay attention. I'm sure I looked glazed. Oops. It was amusing though. I'm sure my face kept alternating between scared, angry, grinning and laughing. I actually did burst out into laughter in Central, just before I wanted to run and hide in a corner somewhere in a little ball.

I got Angel: Old Friends from the comic book shop, and man was it weird to do that, 'cause I was reading one of Jenny's fics before I left, and Jenny writes the most amazing Spangel-- but then I read something that's like, meant to be canon, and it's like, "DAMN IT JUST KISS ALREADY!!" But yeah, I said that before. I couldn't get The Authority:Kev, so boo to that.

Um. Oh, and I got a leather trench. Well, to be more exact, my mom got it for me. XD I actually felt awful about that for hours after, 'cause it's like... leather. Gah, it's like, I've wanted a fucking leather trench since forever, but it's, it was, alive. I don't know why I suddenly got plagued by a guilt conscience, but there you go. God, a sheep died for this. (It's sheepskin, apparently. I have no idea how that's possible, but there you go.) I'm wearing my brethren. *shudders* Damn Jiminy Cricket.

Um... yeah. Good and bad day. Very bizarre, actually, since my mind seems intent on wiping it out from existence. I think I did actually break down at some point before I got drunk. In PCC, I think. In the loo. I remember crying and simultaneously telling myself to stop being pathetic, I'm meant to be independent. Then I hit another random high and came out beaming and bouncing and headbopping. The guy behind me must've thought there was something really special about my cubicle, ROFL. As I said before, I felt too paranoid and jittery to get a proper lunch, so I nicked a fruit juice from CBay and had a pasta salad from PCC, yanno, one of those tiny ones. I like, basically shovelled it in, rather than eating it. I don't remember tasting it at all. Maybe that's why I got smashed so fast. Something about the amount of food I ate. Hee.

Anyway. Yeah. By the end of it all I wanted a drink, or a ciggie, or something (and shut up Dallas, I don't have an oral fixation. I just like gum a lot). In the end I didn't get a ciggie, though I'm still dying for one. I didn't know which bar was good and decided to go to one that didn't have people sitting at the front and looking at me. It's kinda funny, actually-- getting really really tired was about the only thing that was different. I could think fine enough. So instead of being in control, I was being me at like, 1am on a school day where I slept at 3am the previous day. I got smashed with Panadol. Be proud of me-- I resisted the urge to have more than the recommended dosage of Panadol, even though my headache stayed for like, hours and hours and hours. Yes, taking the recommended dosage of Panadol is something else that I pride myself on. Sad, really.

Ugh. I feel a little like upchucking. I shovelled at dinner.

Looking at the positive side of today? I DID IT. I went out by myself, didn't call anyone (save for Sonia, to ask which bar was good, and she didn't pick up anyway). Hahaha. FUCK YOU, PARANOIA! *pumps fist* Kicked your ass, mate.

Also? IT'S OVER!! *screams and jumps around happily* I never have to go out (on my own) again! Not for a long time, anyway, and not to a place where there's loads of people. Don't know whether I've said this before, but I find it ironic, that when I'm out with friends I don't notice the people as much as I do when I'm by myself. When I'm by myself I'm antsy. Don't know why. Man, I don't even know where this fear came from. I used to be fine with going out by myself. I don't get the same fear when I'm going alone in, to and from school. I used to go by myself to CBay and Mong Kok and everything. Now I'm just like, "eep," and trying to find a place where there's not so many people so I can feel better. I'm not whining about the random highs, by the way, I like those. Sudden bursts of self-confidence. I'm whining about the random paranoia. Those bite. *grins* Also kinda ironic that I have no qualms about public speaking if it's in English. I don't mind performing for large audiences, as long as I have either pre-rehearsed lines, or if I know what I'm talking about.

BUT. I. DID IT. AND IT'S OVER. AHAHAHAHAHA!! *massive grin*

Kane is a good band. Lead singer is Christian Kane, aka. Lindsey, who I was talking about earlier in my, "OMG ANGEL/LINDSEY!" ramble earlier. He's really good, actually. The band is better than him as a soloist, in my opinion, but he's good solo too. I like Rain On Me by Kane. Christian does these kind of... pulled-out notes. They're not staccato, yanno? They're like, "raaaaaaaaaaain on me, let it just, raaaaaaaaaaaain on me". When the singer has a good, strong voice, I love it 'cause... just 'cause. I like holding notes.

It was amusing, actually. In AtS, Angel, Cordelia, Gunn and Wesley go to Caritas (a bar) and find Lindsey (their enemy) singing. And everyone is like, mesmerized, 'cept for Angel, 'cause he's still sore that they were like, "Oh God, Angel's gonna sing? No, no, I can't take much more pain, surely there has to be another way?" He's so cute. D'awww. XD No wonder fic writers sometimes write Angel as being of the possessive sort. He is, kind of. It's actually really fun to watch Angel and Lindsey interact, since they have this love/hate thing going on and loathe each other to bits, yet will help each other out sometimes. It's fun 'cause in real life, David Boreanaz and Christian Kane are apparently really close friends, so watching them hiss and spit at each other onscreen is particularly amusing.

... Okay, I'm gonna stop being such an AtS fangirl now. *backs down slowly*

edit: Ah fuck, I don't know what's wrong with Blogdrive anymore. I keep trying to change the update time 'cause technically, since I haven't slept yet, this is still the 23rd. But nooo, it won't let me change it. It used to, damn it! It used to! *kicks*

edit2: My God, this is so amusing. It actually works to the song, too.


(credit: bluejeanphoenix@Lj)

*sings* Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg! The Batmobile lost a wheel and the Joker got away!

edit3: Ohhhhhhh I love Rain On Me. I love every part of the song. Ooooooh. *melts* And the chorus of Where Do I Go Now. Mrrrr.

... I was gonna say something before I rattled on about CK. Shit. Um. *wracks brain* Oh yeah! It's kinda ironic that there's more Spike/Illyria than there is Wesley/Illyria, innit? Seeing as how Wes/Illyria was canon and all. I mean, not strictly, but there were loads of hints, plus it was obvious that they had at least feelings for each other. The only thing even closely resembling feeling from Illyria to Spike is that she was like, "I want him as my pet" and vague amusement as his antics. Man, I love Illyria, she's funky. If you ask, I'll change my MSN icon to Illyria and Wesley and let you see. Illyria is cool.

edit4: Now I remember why I wanted to go to London. Even though there's a million people and it's super-expensive, there's also a million bookshops, and everyone who comes to visit goes there. Roughly, anyway. People who go perform at concerts or do conventions. I remember now. I'd only be an hour away from any concert, and I can squeal and scream and all that fangirly stuff in joy.

Charisma Carpenter and her family are the cutest ever. Her son is so adorable. D'awww! <33

edit5: I KNOW THIS GIRL. SOMEONE IDENTIFY THIS GIRL FOR ME. I'm so irritated 'cause I know her, I just can't remember her. I've gotten her mixed up with Michelle Trachtenberg and Amy Acker, but both of them have wider, more alert-looking eyes. GAHH I KNOW THIS PERSON'S NOT THAT NOT-FAMOUS! I should know her! GAHHHHHH!

<-- Audioblog.

Shit, I was only gonna tape for like, five minutes. How the time flieswhen you're dizzy.

Whee lookie me, typing when drunk. I wanna see how well I can type. So I'm gonna like, not backspace or check or anything.

so okay poor lindsey in Ats. i apparently types this before but i hit backspace instead of enter. i think i should be upserte but u; kinda not and omg i wanna sleep. or likem hva a cupelboofles. cuo noodles. cup. cup noodles. time passes sooooooooo fast when you wanna sleep, dude. omg; mofg omfg omg. iwanna sleeeeep. or lile take more panadol cause my head HUTS man HURRRTS. ot like drink more wheeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! skeeeeeog. aeepy. sleepy. ihvbjhbj. uhhh. feel really enegertic actuay tho kinda like whwee heap droppy. droooooopy. yeo. need sleep.

*blinks*

but whoa. i can see the angel/lindsey now! whee. so now i can see all the hoyay. there's a lot. christian kane IS a good singer. OMFG. *goes to download all this stuff* Woooooow.

I kinda want Cup Noodles. Either that, or more drinks. Guhwahh. Next time I drink I will not do it with a headache. Then I will not need Panadol. I will not take Panadol next time. Uh, nooo.

*will shower after AtS. Then will nap*

Ironically this is yhe lsat appeusode before AtS s5 before linsey shows up again. so booooooo i see the angel/lindesey NOW booooo. i was reading angel/spike this morning, jenny's fics, and wooooo they were good. u was readubg ab shandhuy one and it was so good and i wanna continue ut cet i tgin i can barely vonentrate enough and my lik head keeps lolling LOL. i can hear gwen stefanie's hollaback girl on tv an its aces, ROFL. heeee.

I can actually stop my head from lolling, which shows, i guess, how not-drunk I am, that I can concentrate. But things pass so quickly, and I can't keep the concentration for very long.

I'm keeping this so I can re-read it when I'm sober, and laaaaaaaaugh.

It's turning into Summer again. It's 6pm and the sky is idn' black yet. Hee.

Here's a fact about Ray: I hate it when people beg me to do something. Begging me to do something will quite likely result in me doing the exact opposite. I hate it when people say, "Please, please, pleeeeease," over and over, and, "C'moooon, pleaaaaaase?" It's not endearing. It's annoying. If I can't answer straightaway, it means that more than 50% of me doesn't want to do it. Begging and pleading pushes that not-wanting-to-do-it to 99.9%. Repeating the plea over and over? That pushes it to 101%.

*deep breath* Okay.

So! AtS today. Finally I begin to see the Angel/Wesley. Wesley and Angel are so pretty when they smile-- thank God they don't do it a lot, the cuteness of the smile is amplified. Wesley was soooo jealous. Hee. Angel/Wesley. I SEE IT NOW!!

I have to go out tomorrow. Yep. Gallery visits, maybe get a drink in Lan Kwai, go to CBay (maybe), get comics (maybe), get presents for family, come home in time for AtS. What joy. Don't s'pose any of you would wanna accompany me for any part of it? Maybe I should call Cy. She likes gallery things. Or, more appropriately, Lan Kwai.

My computer's buggy. Damn.

edit: *coughs*

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
And so TODAY, my sister taught me about frottage and how to, um, frot!

Elysium says:
*SPEWS OUT DRINK* uh... that's nice.

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
Haven't you learnt it in Art class?

Elysium says:
... i'm not sure how to respond to that.

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
What? It's not a trick question. *genuinely confused*

Elysium says:
dict.com that, dude.

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
... OH, SHIT. *CRACKS UP* I meant the second definition of the word! "A method of making a design by placing a piece of paper on top of an object and then rubbing over it, as with a pencil or charcoal."

Elysium says:
oh! i didn't know that definition. ^^; oops. sorry.

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
God, no wonder you were so dodgy! XD

Elysium says:
"The act of rubbing against the body of another person, as in a crowd, to attain sexual gratification." <-- DUH OF COURSE I'D BE DODGY ABOUT IT! here i was thinking you were GASSIN' with me! i was like, why on EARTH would i learn that in art class? ROFL.

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
*holds hands up* Hey man, I wouldn't know. You guys are the ones who draw naked people.

Elysium says:
not in high school... and hey, i don't RUB MYSELF against the model for SEXUAL GRATIFICATION, okay? :S

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
God *cracks up again* I read what I just wrote. Me saying I learned it from my sister.

Elysium says:
UM, YEAH. *lol*

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
Man, we SUCK at the English language.

Elysium says:
*elbows you* i'm asian. what's your excuse?

HOBOY TNA WRESTLING says:
*flutters eyelashes, pouting slightly* I'm angelically unpervy, untainted by the hands of the too-sexual Chinese-English/English-Chinese girls. *pause* That's you and Dallas, by the way.


*crying from laughter* Hey man, I plead innocent. Dallas corrupted me.