You Know You're Addicted to Buffy When...
You look at pieces of wood, deciding if they would make a good stake
You decide that you will only see your boyfriend at night and in the graveyard
"A happy slayer is a good slayer" becomes your motto
You have the whole collection of Buffy T-shirts
But you won't wear them - you want to keep them in mint condition.
You've taken up karate and practise your Buffy moves regularly
You refuse to go out after dark... just in case
You have suddenly taken a liking to tweed
You start calling your boyfriend Angel
You prefer to watch Buffy alone because other people just "don't get it"
You find yourself quoting the show several times a day
You go shopping for clothes and only purchase things that have appeared on the show
You always say the words "the wacky", "wiggins" and "a happy"
All your user names on the internet are "Willow"
You start hanging around libraries
You love to hack into the coroners office
You have either a cross necklace or a Claddaugh ring
You decide the graveyard is really cool hangout
You look at abandon warehouses in a whole new light
You never invite anyone into your house after dark
You find yourself in a situation and say "This is something Xander would do"
You are secretly in love with your best friend
Your licence plates read "Queen C"
You think "Too much Buffy? Never!"
You name your puppy Willow or Xander
You recite Amy's rat-turning spell when in the company of your older brother
You demand that people call you Buffy
Every time you step out of the shower you say "I seem to be having an extreem case of nudity"
You appoint yourself a watcher and choose someone to study/train etc.
You stay away from your teacher just incase they turn out to be prey-matis'
Your room looks like a shrine, you have Buffy posters as wallpaper, a Buffy bedspread, curtains etc.
You won't take cookies or mini pizza's from your Mom's new boyfriend
You find a whole new liking for miniture golfing
You hear that song "I hope you dance" and think of fighting Faith
You cried two hours after the fifth season finale of Buffy was over because she died even though you know she is coming back.
You pondered becoming a vengance demon after your last breakup.
You own enough Buffy comics and novels to have your bedroom be considered a fire hazard.
You won't go out past sunset unless armed to the teeth with stakes, crosses, and holy water.
You have crosses nailed over every window and door.
You start tracking the local murder rates after a new girl moves into town.
You read all the occult books in the school library searching for the Watcher diaries.
To you, sexual protection isn't birth control, it's making sure you're partner is human.
You practice sticking thumbtacks through houseflies and mosquitos--"Just to be safe."
You perform the reverse invitation spell after every visit from some person you haven't recently seen in sunlight.
You insist on traveling from class to class via the ceiling.
You try to exorcise the possessing hyena spirit when your best friend gets PMS.
You cast a gypsy soul curse on the sadistic principal who gave you a suspension.
You whittle wooden stakes.
You kick doors open.
You carry around a stake, just in case.
You take long walks in the cemetery at night.
You have a strange fear of hospitals.
You don't complain about going to church anymore because you remember that your supply of Holy Water is running kind of low.
You wear crosses every day and have a vast selection of them.
You never verbally invite anyone into your home.
You keep all your important information on yellow disks.
You avoid fraternity parties.
As a rule you don't like to be surprised.
Your friends are fearful that if they call during "Buffy Hour" they'll be in for a long lecture the next day.
You bookmark the Coroner's Office Web Site as a favorite place.
When you hear that there's a new librarian at your school, you slam open the doors of the library and yell; "Okay. What's the sitch?".
You can recite a whole Buffy episode(s).
You wallpaper your room with pictures of the Buffy cast and complain when there isn't enough space to put them all up.
You ask a priest to bless your bottle of Perrier.
Just for the hell of it, you enter Moloch into several search engines.
You name your doll Miss Edith.
You let your bird die of starvation.
You paint your nails like Drusilla.
When your brother comes back from the zoo, you won't let him in the house.
The only way you know how to say the word bitch is 'bitca'.
You get your hair cut like Buffy's and your hairdresser keeps remarking that the picture you show her (for your haircut) looks oddly familiar.
Whenever you quote Buffy Verse, you laugh hysterically while your friends stare at you like you've grown another ear.
You always protest that Buffy is NOT a ditz's name.
When watching a new Buffy episode, people gawk at you when you manage to say the actor's lines right before they do.
You can't think of a thing to talk about with people who have never watched a Buffy episode.
You spend hours on the net looking for new Buffy pictures.
You get really really excited whenever you do find any new pictures.
You sit on a grave twirling a yo-yo and say: "Come on, rise and shine. Some of us have a ton of trig homework waiting at home."
You look for padlocked sewer access systems in mausoleums.
You decide to be Buffy for Halloween but your friends don't notice a change.
You own everything possible with the words Buffy the Vampire Slayer on them.
You get wigged out by mimes and dummies.
You have a chest in your room with a fake bottom that contains garlic, stakes, holy water and crosses.
You freak whenever you have a substitute biology teacher.
You never go out with your boyfriend on the night of the full moon.
You avoid supposedly empty warehouses.
You have a fear of railroad spikes.
You punish your dolls.
You get a wheelchair just so that you can be called "Roller Boy".
You never have sex with your boyfriend for fear of what might happen to him.
You take up tae kwon do, kick boxing, karate, street fighting and gymnastics.
You eye your librarian to see if they're trying to tell you that you're the next Slayer.
You sleep with a stake under your pillow.
You sneak out of your bedroom window at night and hang out at the park because you've heard that several people have died there lately of exsanguination.
You're horrified of people who have never even heard of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
You want to kill people who dis the show.
You dream of past lives as a Slayer.
Whenever you have a dream and you see your friend in it you run up to them the next day and choke them as you shout: "What do you know?".
You never sign in someone's yearbook "Have a nice summer!".
You don't like to use the word Master.
You write Buffy FanFic.
You date men whom you meet in dark alleys (but only after kicking them in the head).
You bring a fire extinguisher to cheerleading tryouts.
You get nominated at school as "Person Most Likely To Be The Next Slayer".
You buy knee-high boots.
You get five holes pierced in each ear.
You're on a first name basis with all the actors of BtVS except that you've never met them.
Though they used to appreciate your interest, the actors on BtVs are now scared to death of you.
You check people's lockers to make sure they don't have any books such as 'Gray's Anatomy' and 'Mortician Desk Reference'.
You read a Buffy transcript at least once a day.
You befriend a computer genius and her dorky friend.
You file complaints that the substitute biology teacher is harassing you.
When asked what your hobbies are you answer; "Slay...slay...slave to the television".
As far as you are concerned, Buffy and co. are actual people.
You drive to California to look for Sunnydale, you dial operator and ask him where it is, operator says there is no such place and you yell back at him that he's probably in league with some demons to keep you out of Sunnydale.
You enroll at Torrance High School.
All the actors on the show are shown a picture of you and are told to stay away at all costs.
When asked what you'll do when you're older you answer either dead or it's already been 'sealed in fate'.
You tape all Buffy episodes, then retape them so they're in chronological order.
You buy all the CDs of songs that have ever been on Buffy.
You've been to all 1000 or so Buffy sites on the net.
You legally change your name to Buffy Anne Summers (or another character from the show).
You practically had a nervous breakdown when the series ended.
You cannot remember what you did with your life before Buffy.
Your motto is 'Life is short' or 'Seize the day'.
You never bring your date to the morgue.
When buying your Halloween costume you make sure it's something you'd like to be in real life.
You always beat up a snitch.
You nail crucifixes to your wall.
You needed to visit a grief counselor when Tara died.
You make sure your parents never come to Parent-Teacher night at school.
You watch, mock and laugh at talent shows.
When given an egg for parenting in Sex Ed class you boil it or smash it with something heavy.
You're frightened of cheerleader wannabes.
You avoid saunas, who knows what they put in the steam?
You don't let people with long fingernails get too close to your throat.
You use a Thesulan Orb as a paperweight.
Whenever there's a Sadie Hawkins dance at school you lock yourself in your room.
You refuse to buy any candy being sold by the band at school.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Buffy.
WOOT! BUFFY ROCKS!!! <3
You Have A Type B+ Personality
You're a pro at going with the flow
You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer
A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.
While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.
Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done
You're passionate - just selective about your passions
Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence
You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.
You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.
Personally, i disagree with the politician thing, but the poet recommendation works!
You Are a Retrospective Soul
The most misunderstood of all the soul signs.
Sometimes you even have difficulty seeing yourself as who you are.
You are intense and desire perfection in every facet of your life.
You're best described as extremely idealistic, hardworking, and a survivor.
Great moments of insight and sensitivity come to you easily.
But if you aren't careful, you'll ignore these moments and repeat past mistakes.
For you, it is difficult to seperate the past from the present.
You will suceed once you overcome the disappoinments in life.
"The never ending hunger/but i fear i have nothing to give/i have so much to lose in this lonely place/tangled up in our embrace/there's nothing i'd like better than to fall..."
~ Fear, Sarah McLachlan
"listen as the wind blows from across the great divide/voices trapped in yearning/ memories trapped in time/the night is my companion and solitude my guide/would i spend forever here and not be satisfied?"
~Possesion, S. McLachlan
"and i'd give up forever to touch you/because i know that you feel me somehow/you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be/and i don't want to go home right now/and all i can taste is this moment/and all i can breathe is your life/and sooner or later it's over/i just don't want to miss you tonight..."
~Iris, the Goo Goo Dolls
I was also going to put in some stuff from the musical episode of buffy, but i decided not to as i would end up wih an insanely long post and some ranting about how the show should have never quit and how Oz should have come back and Tara never died and- see what i mean? music hath the power to sooth the savage breast, not rants. Oy.
as a reminder of your impending doom and mine, there is school tomarow.
i was looking through my dialogues of plato, and was worn down too much to look for the soulmates philosophy i mentioned last post. meh.
has anyone noticed the valentine's day stuff in the stores already??? it's insane! though it warms the heart to see all the superficial ways to tell your beloved of your feelings. i'm kidding (half-heartedly), it really isn't all that bad. maybe it's just monday, and the traditional monday headache i'm suffering from. i used to hate valentine's day, it was such a bitch! not that it has changed so much, but at least it has some meaning. for example, the weird sex facts provided by the edge in the paper, and the chocolate (though you have to be selective about your chocolate, some of it you could wax the floors with!), and the lovers making out in the school hallways, and the terrible february weather. meh, i will resolve to quit being a pessimist about the whole thing, for a few minutes at least.
oh, by the by, my older bro (16 yrs my senior, in fact), Eric, has his second child and first son, Jaden. I'm an aunt again! i resolve to be the badass black sheep hippie aunt that spoils them to death (there's one in evey family)! if i ever get to see them, what with eric living in vegas and all... but still! yay! i wish them the best. *dances around in an eccentric, happy fashion* i'm an aunt again!
June second is the end of school here - approx. 137 more days until absolute freedom and endless opportunity!
Peace to the fishies in the deep blue sea...
Heard about the dyslexic, agnostic insomniac? - he lies awake all night wondering if there's a dog.
it's finally friday! yea!... or not. the weekend of the semester finals: a time to cram and burn out trying to remember all we, as students bound for the future and bright achievement, have been taught in subjects that have little relation to each other. the weekend is supposed to be a time to find your inner self, or fillet your soul, or do forbidden things you will confess to have done when you're 3,000 miles away from your parents (on the phone, just before you change your number and wait a month to resume contact), or read a good book if you happen to have one (preferably on the 1984, Flowers for Algernon, One Flew Over The Cuckoo' Nest bent), or watch the old seasons of Buffy. no, on finals weekend, you do not get to do anything remotely weekend-ish, not that i ever do anything very weekend-ish on weekends anyway.
it's almost six! that means that if my cousin does not get here in the next 20 minutes i get to use the phone and call ppl. i do not wish to go see a movie, sam i am, i wish to call my friends whom i have not talked to to in this chaotic week. i defy finals weekend this friday, and will not pick up my books until tomarrow. friday, ruled by venus, planet of love and harmony and all that is good in life (mostly. mars is a bit lustier, and pluto rules the outside of things and death, and neptune has dreams and unconditional love, and...), is simply not the day to set about rebelling by listening to FM too loud. it is my day, and i sieze it with a need to communicate. you'd better be home.
friday also denotes a significant lack of class for the next 2-3 days, depending on which famous liberal has died on that day and graced it with a holiday. this is a good thing, as my ex has taken to stalking me. considering i have successfully spyed/watched ppl without thier knowing, this was not a good idea, as i knew what he ws doing. you don't challenge a chess master to duel, you don't spy on a spy. so i knew he was there. and if he could leave me alone it would be great! go away! you are interuppting my daydreaming. thank god for weekends. thank venus for fridays! and thank dopamine, the great natural high chemical. it is what makes you feel happy, gives you an addiction to chocolate, keeps depression at bay, and makes you feel love. though i'd say to leave science out of the latter, and leave it to the poets. it also is what is triggered by alcohol; it is a very addictive neurochemical.
(this is getting longerthan what i intended, but now i'm pondering deep thoughts, and my mind is ticking) there is a theory, i believe was developed by plato, though i could definately be wrong. it is what fueled the idea of soulmates. in the beginning, ppl were stuck back to back, some male-male, some female-female, some male-female. they shared souls. in accordance to all myths, they angered the gods, and were split into individuals, but they only had half a soul; doomed to find thier other half. then william shakespear comes in, etc, etc. an interesting bit of mythology i read. that is why the nature of love shoud be left to the poets and philosophers.
oh, time for my freedom! or not...the doorbell just rang. cousin here. no phone after all.
gossamer is what i feel like - untouchable and gauzy, like i'm going to float away. the finals are coming up, and here i am, in the library again. i had been off inquiring to the gifted and talented teacher what the hell i should do about next year's classes, and he said i should take chem 2, and take another science class, such as anatomy and physiology, or perhaps take socialogy or psychology; this is to help me reach my goal of becoming a psychologist. then he mentioned summer school, and i was like, no way you will convince me to take such a waste of time. i may be an "advanced student", but i will not spend more time in school than i have to, especially during summer, since that is the only time i can go back to portland and see my friends. unless you allow me to bring a visitor, then i might consider it ;) of course, i did not say that, but i was thinking it. *sigh* i'm a freshman, and already i'm running out of time to take every class that could possibly lend itself to my career and my goal of going to an elite college.
anyway, i'm done inquiring, so i'm stuck here for the next 15 minutes without the ablility to get any work done, considering the society of slackers that congregate here to talk and anti-work, something i am forbidden from doing. not that i would necessarily join them in thier carefree, normal teenage ways, but it would be nice to not study or listen to the parental units bicker. taking the bus to the barnes and noble would be nice. but no, there are too many "dangerous ppl" out there for me to do anything without one of the perpetually complaining-about-the-other-parental-unit parent breathing down my neck. i envy those of you with fully functional lives.
tomarrow is an a-day. wish me luck. today was not my day, and tomarrow isn't looking too good either. it looks a bit worse, in fact. oh well. in light there is darkness, and in darkness is light. wish me light, or peasant darkness.
*this was really written on the 10th, but it really needed some editing: it was all bunched togather and impossible to read! the enter key is thy friend*
you, reader, may be wondering what my sn means. it is actually a really clever way to symbolize a sn. it is french for "under a cloak." anne rice used it as a pen name for some of her books. and a sn is nothing more than a name to cloak your identity. meh. enough of boring english symbolism crap.
my stupid homophobic sectretary decided to be a bitch today, and was quite thourough in informing me that i would not be allowed a visitor, under any circumstances, to school, though she did inform me it has been done before. why i am special enough to be denied, i do not know, though campos did say there had been some problems with problematic kids bringing their friends to school. My counselor, campos, was going to let me, but somehow she acquired more leverage than he. she thinks i'm gay, which is an unfortunate misunderstanding, ever since i asked if there was a gsa at the school. she didn't know what it was, so when i told her her eyes bugged out of her head: "GAY????" it was kind of comic, if i hadn't wished to leap over the counter and strangle her for assuming a position as school official while being a bias gossip. my actual counsler(i went to see the one counsler, mr. campos, who has the most respect for diversity of anyone here, about my visitor question. he is not my real counsler, who happens to be a mindless minion of the general populace), ms. schmidt, is no better: "oh, sure, i'll find out all i can about the formation of a gsa." that was 3 months ago. this place is beginning to wear on me.
anyway, i am here now, staying after school, at great NHS, in the library, not doing my homework. I like the librarian, she lets me have the old oregonian newspapers that we get sometimes. her son recently died, and i haven't talked to her since i offered my condolences, except for the occasional hi, how's it going, school's good, grades are staying up, banter. she's really nice, but terribly busy, so i leave her alone alot of the time. she's also quite the feminist on occasion.
*scans library* meh. no one here, besides the regular crowd who come in b/c they don't do work on class, except Micha. He's a nice guy, a devout mormon, and a clarinetist (or whatever you call the ppl who play clarinet, i could ask him, but he's setting across from a girl who says i'm boring b/c i like to read and am a fairly quiet person. i don't want to get into that discussion again). beside me is (i think) a girl i have seen again and again in the library. i have never spoken a word to her, though i would like to get to know her a little bit. for now i'm content to watch. it's nice to know there are fellow bookworms here. we're all in little computer cubbies, but if i pull back... she's writing a paper. hmm... who else has been condemed to the library for the next 20 minutes? flunkies... daydreaming socials... allysa, a friendly accquaintence of mine (who has biology with me) who gave me gum earlier this hour. across from her is a guy that, if i remember right, is the same guy who was stoned and asked my mom if she knew him one morning. no one else i know really, i keep to myself mostly. this is not the most exciting post, i know, but it is keeping me company in my sea of waking dreams.
this is the tenth day of this year of 2005.
if you want a really cool site, check out www.scorpiosite.com
i am not a scorpio myself, but a know a few. some of the material is fluff, but some of it is hardcore. it also has a great famous quotes page.
"reality leaves a lot to the imagination"~ John Lennon
My name is roquelaure. I'm new to elowel.
And very confused(a pisces trait, i've heard), as i signed on mainly b/c it was recommended to me. So here i am. Greetings from Nampa, ID, which, no offense to those of you who love this place, is an empty wasteland i must grow to find tolerable, or die writing long run on pity sentences. I'm actually a Milwaukie resident, and would have gladly gone to Putnam, and am constantly trying to get back to so sane(or insane...) a place as good old Milwaukie OR. I must go inquire of a certain chucho as to how to work this. Much to my chagrin, i am not a tech savvy person, yet. A big resounding yet that indicates my embarrassing lack of tech savvy-ness will find itself replaced by an education of the technlogy that exceeds our humanity (to quote Albert Einstien, another pisces).