quiz time!

What color should your hair be?!
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Created by Vurui!
Hmm... doesn't totally fit my personality, but I've got blue hair!

People in your company think you are unreal, they are hallucinating. You are creatively inspiring as well as you make people delirious and delusional. You make time appear distorted, colours appear brighter, sounds more sharper and things seem to change shape. Sometimes people are frightened by you and get scared of everything. You mess people up, one minute they could be laughing the next they are sobbing. Sometimes you distress people so much they try to commit suicide. When people have spent a lot of time with you, they get a 'flashback', they could be on a train coming home from work and suddenly start mocking the bloke next to them who appears to have grown a long hairy snout like a rat.

Find Out If You Were A Drug, What You Would Be!

quiz by ravenritings

Whoa. Trippy.

I am two Greek Goddesses.
( Can you guess which two? )

I think I need to lie down now.

.c.y.b.e.r.n.e.t.i.c.

"crush all hu-man"

I Am Machine. I Will Destroy.
I am THE definition of all things industrial.
I go to the hardware store to go clothing shopping,
my boots are almost as big as my ego,
and I am a candidate to become the first cyborg in existance.
Watch out or I may assimilate you.


Take the How Industrial Are You? Test!

created by Isis DeViance.

(no subject)

feeling quiet today

(no subject)

I found out just a little while ago that someone on my friends list lost her sister. She didn't find out from her parents, she found out in the paper.

She posted her sister's obituary in her journal. While reading it, I was floored with the realization that this wasn't just some stranger who I found interesting, this was someone I knew. Or rather, someone that I knew about 15-16 years ago. I don't even know if she remembers me from those days, I was just a weird little 14 year old who looked up to her.

In that same instant, I realized that I knew her sister, the one who had just passed away. My memories of her sister are of a sleeping little baby, holding a tiny blankie... it's actually an image I've reflected on over the years, especially after becoming a mother myself, because that memory represented everything that was sweet and good and precious and dear about babies and children.

And now that child is gone. It's a hard thing to swallow.

I feel awful. I feel as if I have no right to feel sorrow over this because I'm still virtually a stranger to her. However, my heart hurts thinking about it. I hope she won't mind my mourning.