So, my obsession with The Tudors keeps getting bigger.  I've wanted a paid account for a while, but what gave me cause to actually get one?  The thought that I could have Tudors icons, and a lot of them.  And now, for the first time ever, I have a mood theme!  It didn't take me that long to figure out how to get it to work, either.  Now I just need a layout, for the trifecta.

Shoving the drawer in and practically pulling my arm out of socket to pull the next drawer out was a symbol of triumph.  One down, how many more to go?  It was like a constant winning battle.  It was a scavenger hunt.  It was constantly being able to help hundreds of people in the future.  Without me, how would they ever be able to find anything?

More of a scavenger hunt than that was the constant search for missing materials.  Was it a copy two or just the original?  Damn, I thought I found it.  Wait, I did!  Barcode matches can’t lie!  It was one more thing to cross off my list with a defiant line across the page – proving once again my super sleuth status here in the stacks.

Reporting to the front desk I was handed my next mission, the next piece of paper with tiny print spewed ungratefully from a printer.  With a knowing look to my fellow warriors, I took off up the stairs.  How little time could I use to find this lost treasure?  The faster I went the faster I could come back triumphant, ready to do battle again.

The library was my domain.

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And just for a bonus, a bit of amusement:

"Illusion? Newsie from Harlem, dating a big chap in a gang up there?" Jigger grinned at Ansley, "You must be Big Chap. But her whereabouts at the moment? Nah, I just got done runnin' a message from Jacky boy ta Queens. But heard sumthin' was going on. I want in on the excitement!"

*dies*

This is what happens when I sit at home and read through old transcripts. I get amused by the littlest things, like this:

Trophy104: I've missed you..and morning..and siren..and jared..*drags on*
Illusion11201: *jared?* *doesn't miss him* *nods a little*

LilDaisyJane: *comes on the loudspeaker* Come join us in the GV Lounge!
Illusion11201: *salutes* I shall be there interfrastically
LilDaisyJane: at ease soldier!
Illusion11201: *goes to at ease* Yes ma'm!
LilDaisyJane: *nods* *and goes to bug others*

SugaPlm36: ILLYKINS! OH MY LORD!
Illusion11201: OH MY LORD WHAT?

Mgfrog18: This is gonna be the inside joke from now on.
Mgfrog18: Sheesh.
Mgfrog18: "Hey! Rachel! *chucks it back*"
(I wonder if he actually remembers that...)

censor me x: I thought you were from australia for some reason...

Illusion11201: Azure!
AzureBlueEyez: ILL-ATTACK!
Illusion11201: hm....got time to rp?
AzureBlueEyez: Do I have time to BREATH!?!? Duuh I always have time to RP with YOU, Illykins! ;-)

And last but not least...

rnbowofillusions: I know. Why do I want to do this again? I think I'd rather run away screaming.
Illusion11201: Because we can change them. *nods*
rnbowofillusions: We can mould them into our own little army! The Illusionary Socks Army! ;-)
rnbowofillusions: The ISA! Whoo!
Illusion11201: Oo...I like it!

These aren't supposed to make sense...they're just some of the things that made me laugh

I haven't been to college yet and I already hate it. Just even thinking of applying makes my brain hurt. I either can't pick colleges right or I can't pick majors right...it just makes me want to curl up under my feather tick (yay feather tick) and try to sleep, rather than face it.

Apparently what I love to do doesn't equal a good career choice in my parents' eyes. True, they freaked when Beth told them that she wanted to be an Arts major, rather than a Dentist, but at least I'm letting them know now that nothing constructive will come of my life. My great plans of doing what I love forever and a day doesn't line up with being the perfect child, oh damn.

The comes the choice of a college. I just can't win. Enough said.

Just talking to Brett tonight made me giddy. Why? Theatre. It's what we talk about. Theatre makes me overjoyed and I feel at home just lurking in the darkness of the backstage area. Oh, wait, that's right...not a constructive career! I told my mum I wanted to major in music and minor in theatre, perhaps, and she just about ripped my head off by telling me that I wouldn't amount to anything and that I would never have a successful relationship. What does that relationship thing matter if I'm doomed to be the cat lady? Let me live my life -my- way and do what I love, woman!

Filling out applications causes me to need coffee. Don't ask why, it just does. Unfortunately, there was no coffee avaliable tonight when I was put through the torture of sitting there with my mother for a long period of time, making sure I hadn't screwed anything up too terribly. I can't win no matter what I do. I just can't. I'm sorry to everyone I've failed in my lovely decision to amount to nothing, but it's all my thing now, not anyone elses. Ugh.

I hate college.

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So this is yesterday for me. I went to my grandma's house to visit with Grandy.

His memory amazes me. He recited a poem for me that he had to memorize back in middle school. He's 94, by the way, so it's been a while. I love him so much. How many other 94 -year-old guys would remember that this is the year that one of their many great-grandchildren graduates? I'm graduating the day before his birthday. Also, we were discussing the Battle of the Bulge. His brother was in the Battle of the Bulge when he was 19, and then he was never quite right after that. He killed himself when he was 30. I never knew that.

It was so scary to be there talking to him when he was like that. He has a lot of trouble breathing now, so he's on oxygen, and whenever he gets out of breath it takes him a long time to start breathing right. It doesn't help that he has this cough that keeps happening, which just throws his breathing off more. He doesn't let it get him down though, he just keeps up with everyone elses' lives instead. I seriously am going to take up the saw, just so it doesn't die off. I'm going to miss him. I know he's going to die soon but I don't want to accept it. I can't accept it.

After hanging out there for a long time we went to my other grandma's house. What was going to be a short visit ended up being a three hours visit (I knew it would be) because we decided to play cards. Go figure. My family play cards? Psh. Never. *rolls her eyes* I swear, if I didn't play cards would be disowned by both sides. My Grandma gave me a feather tick, though. Oh my -gosh- is it ever the most comfortable thing in the world. I love it! It's over a hundred years old, easy, but it is so damn warm I can't help but love it. So when I got home I slept under that, my down comforter, and my afghan. I didn't want to get up this morning because it was so snuggly warm. Ah...

I love my grandparents. All of them.

Can I get a 'Go Dover'?

I sure hope so, since we entirely KICKED PHILA'S ASSES ALL OVER THE FIELD!!! Yes, that's right...ninth year in a row. It's kinda cool to think that the last time we lost to them was when I was in second grade. Do we rock? Entirely much so. And also, Heather decided she was deathly ill right before pregame so who got to play the run-on like it was supposed to be originally? Me!

Stroup actually did a good thing with that whole letting out half the band at a time thing. There were always people there to be a distraction, then! Plus, I entirely got to play Carl's drum all through the 4th quarter. He was playing snare, and he looked back and gave me an odd look. I had to explain that I love to play bass, and he was just entirely happy to have a reason to stay on snare. I almost got to play Thunder. How cool would that have been? Mark realized I was playing in his little section and jumped up to my quads. I tried to get over to Thunder, but li'l Kuhns was right there to steal it from me. Grr.

We better freakin' go 15-0 this year. I have this great hope that we will...

Therefore, go Dover...

I wish I'd been less afraid to be school spirited before now. I was just so used to being the outcast and the one who never was and now I'm entirely into it. Is it because I work in the AD? Possibly. Is it because I'm friends with people like Kristen? That might play a role. Is it because I'm a senior who is realizing that I've missed out on lots of stuff? Yeah. That one hits it.

So I guess I'm just going to have to do everything possible this year. I have a good start at the moment. I skipped hallway decorating but that was mainly because I was super busy that night and they were there until 10. I did Bonfire, that was just about the shit. I've gone to soccer games and all that jazz. I'm actually starting to understand the game a little, although I do not understand for the life of me why Jon got a yellow card when he did nothing and the guys on the Zanesville team just got warnings when they were practically trying to kill our guys. Oh well, we beat them anyway. *go Dover* Sports, sports, sports...it's all we do! I guess I'm already used to it. Ah, once again, working in the AD is to my advantage.

Tomorrow should be great fun. I don't have school but where will I be spending my day? At the school! That's right. I'm helping Wenzel with the Teacher Steel Band at noon, then I have steel band from 3-5 and 7-9. *sigh* It's a damn good thing I love steel band, or I just wouldn't deal with it -- like Travis, who said he's only going to one because he doesn't feel like going to both. Dedication? Nope. Then again, Travis isn't always on my good side. Only when he actually recognizes that I'm not just some stupid idiot, and that I might actually have some talent. It sort of helped that Heather was being a bitch (what else is new) for him to realize that he sort of needs me there.

Bair's getting on my nerves, again. Why is it that he is so adament about us sucking if Heather isn't there? Am I scum or is he just trying to make me mad? When she was AWOL he claimed that the DeathMarch would fall apart without her. Did it? He claims it did, just because the snare line can't keep their rolloff straight -- I got them right, thank you very much. So he claimed that pregame was going to be a disaster because she was sick. He was making up these dumbass reasons that I shot down by logic. So there. I swear, either he thinks I'm entirely a terrible player or he just likes to get me riled up. I just about ripped his head off when he started messing with Corky's. That's one thing you don't do on my shift -- mess up the cadences. Will I become irate? Yes, I will. He thinks he can just smile and no one will ever be mad at him. I'm immune to that. I have been ever since Mark tried to pull it all of last year.

Anyway, I'm done for the night. I need to wake up early to make cookies to take to Davis's house (once I figure out where it is) and then to steel band. If I'm going to have about six hours of steel band I'll need some sleep...

Maybe tomorrow I'll write about what happened today...