I may look gloomy at a first glance, but deep inside, there is an electric lemon waiting to burst free. Once it has, it will consume my motionless corpse and become dormant for a week. After it awakes, it will have completed a transformation, and will be a GIANT ELECTRIC LEMON ! It will then run around devouring anything in its path, and take over the world!
Kazunomia
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 @ 09:10pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 @ 06:56pm
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Kazunomia
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Kazunomia
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 @ 10:43pm
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 @ 12:14am
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ZOMG I took a self defense course today in gym, and we learned the moves, then we had these 250lb men lay on top of us and we had to use out moves to get him off... and then we had to fight them, and knock them out (oh, yeah the extra weight was padding. They weren't really fat... well one of them was....). But we didn't really knock them out, 'cause they were wearing all sorts of equipment. But they were like... trained to know how hard a punch or kick would feel and how much damage it would inflict sans the padding. Yeah. It was literally the scariest thing I've done in my entire life. One of the guys would grab your torso and jump on you, and the other guy would just lay on top of you and grunt. gonk gonk They were trying to like... they were pretending to rape you, and we had to defend ourselves, and like... when it was my turn, I didn't let him get anywhere near me for the first little bit, 'cause I was just kicking him and punching him and kneeing him, but eventually he got me... I think he grabbed my leg... but he got me and dragged me down.. and like... before when we were practicing in partners, I had my friend ELlie, who's like...95 POUNDS GAWSH! and she's like 5'8"... so yeah she's pretty skinny... but yeah she was relaly easy to throw off, but then in the fight, I couldn't breathe, and I was supposed to throw him off with my hips, but I couldn't... 'cause he was soooooo heavy -250- and I couldn't breathe, and everyone was yelling for me to use my hips, so finally, I started kicking my way out from underneath him, and I started hitting him over the head 'cause he was holding my legs, 'till he made the sign saying that he was out cold, and let go, but I was so angry at him that I started kicking his helmet 'till the instructor grabbed my leg and stopped me. >.<
IT WAS SOOOOO SCARY.
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Kazunomia
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Kazunomia
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 @ 05:12am
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 @ 07:43pm
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'ELlo!! *skips around* I'm so happy!! I finally tekteked Skelly like Raven asked! It was relaly fun!^^ Especially doing Kaegan (the raccoon). OMG do you know how hard he was?! gonk I did his body easily enough -I just cut the coon tail and played around with it and stuff and made it a little better, but there was no way to do his face so I had to do it completely from scratch. 3nodding I think it's good. Does it look real enough?
Edit: I fixed his wings and Kaegan's front leg too! ^^
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Kazunomia
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Kazunomia
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 @ 04:20am
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Have you ever felt like everything was falling apart; like all your hard work was for nothing; like nothing will ever be the same? Well that's how I feel now about my soccer.
We were on top -the best in the league. We had never lost a single game, and always won by a large margin. Our lucky number was three (we had always won by at least three points), and we were confident in our abilities. Then today, it all fell to pieces. We had only three forwards -one of which was in nets, two mids, and all the defences. Twelve players in all, which meant only one sub. We would be on the whole game, getting one break each, which some of the best players were used to, but none of them were there. I was kind of glad that I could finally play for more than one shift at a time (the defences are always taken off every second shift for whatever stupid reason (we never get any action)). It would have probably been fine, but then my coach -my stupid self centered coach abandoned us. Her and her friend, who had always been there to help. The assistant coach wasn't there for whatever reason, so we were left with no guide. No one to tell us who's coming off, where to go, to shout encouragements from the side... she left us in the hands of a soccer mom, and a soccer dad. Nothing professional, but they knew all our names. Wow. That'll save us in our time of need. So anyway, we were told to wave if we wanted to come off.
The score was 2-1 for the opposing team; scarilly bad for us. Terri, the goalie wanted to play up so she could maybe score and win us the game. She always prevailed somehow. So she called out to her mom, one of the sub-coaches. 'I wanna come off, mom!' she called, but her mom and the other sub-coach were too busy gossiping over something. 'Guys could you help me get my moms attention please?' she asked, so all the defenses started calling out to her. I could see the sub at the sidelines, getting ready to go on. I finally got fed up of calling, and waved to get the sub-coaches attention. I got it alright, but not for the right thing. She switched me off. 'No!' I thought desperately, as I ran off. Terri took the oppertunity to tell her mom that she wanted to get off, taking the words right out of my mouth. As I got off the field, I went to the sub-coaches and told them that I wasn't tired. 'I was trying to get your attention so that I could tell you to take Terri off!' I said, and expected to go back on, replacing one of the more tired players, but they just shrugged. They asked me if I could go in nets, but I refused (not wanting to completely kill our chances of winning), and so they asked me to go on for Steph. They wanted to ask her if she could play goalie, (one of the forwards that was not there was the other goalie) but as I had expected, she didn't. So I went on for her, as sweep, and all was fine untill she came back on. Elizabeth was swaped for Terri, and we continued the game.
A few minutes later, either they scored, or we did... I can't remember. So we went back to our positions, but as I settled in the middle of the field, I saw that Steph was in my spot. I asked her what position she was, and she said sweep. 'What?' I thought, panic rising inside me. Why had no one told me that I was gong to have to swich position? So I sort of walked around and tried to look like I knew what I was doing, untill the reff blew the whistle, and we started again. I ran around, confused, and asked all the defenses and mids what position they were. They were all in place, so that must have meant that I was a forward! But how could that be if Shurti, Alex and Terri were forwards? There were only supposed to be three forwards! And ontop of that there was a sub at the side, waiting anxiously to be put back on, so I knew I wasn't an extra. So then what position was I supposed to play?
For the entire second half, I ran around confused, calling out to the sub-coaches and asking what position I was, but they never listened. I kept asking everyone which position they were, and trying to find out what position I was, but everyone just kept saying 'just charge people, and keep the ball away from Elizabeth (she had never been goalie before)'. So that's what I did, untill the end of the game. I ran around being of no help to my team mates. Had the real coach been there, it all would have been fine. She was able to keep track of things. The sub-coaches had no clue. Knowing names isn't everything.
So in the end, we lost. the score was 3-2 for them. We had lost our very first game. I was almost in tears. The sub-coaches didn't even seem to care. They left with happy smiles, and encouraging words, but no apolagies. No 'I'm so sorry I was such a cruddy sub-coach who didn't know what I was doing and should never have been picked as a replacement for your real coach!'s. Nothing. But I could see on the faces of all my exhausted team mates that they were feeling the same way as I was. No one shared the joy and clue-lessness of the sub-coaches.
It was all over. All our hopes of being first had just slipped down the drain like that. We would be receiving no medals at the end of the year inscrived 'no lost games' like we should have gotten. Everything was lost. We will never be first again. Sure, we may win the tournament, but we would have needed to win every game in order to be first. All our hard work and effort had just blown away with the last rain bringing winds of the game.
My parents reassured me that it was nothing... that it was only one game. But they don't understand. For three years now, I've been working my way up to this. To the winning team. My team had always won every game, every tournament since I first started soccer. Then one year, my mom forgot to sign me up, so I never got on the team. The next year, I was put on a begginers team -they thought I was new since I had not played the year before. We won about half our games, and came in like... I don't know. third in the tournament maybe. Not even. The next year, I was put on the worst team imaginable. We lost every single game we played. But obviously my coach thought I was somehow good enough to make it into the winning team, and here I was. I was finally back where I had left off. I felt like myself again! Winning every match, enjoyin every game instead of dreading it... I was overjoyed at my teams skill. I thought that maybe I was back to the team I had always played on. The number one team. But not anymore. One little mistake by our coach and we lost all our chances. My dream of being the best like in the good old days shattered -just like that. All because of one lousy rotten mistake made by our ever-loving coach.
So like I was saying before... ever get the feeling that everything you've ever done has been for naught? Well that's how I feel now about my soccer, and I'm sure all my team mates feel the same... all because of one stupid, lousy, no-good, dirty-rotten mistake made by our coach.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 @ 08:13pm
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Ish der birdie-ness!
Chirrup!~
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Kazunomia
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 @ 02:49am
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