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WHEEEEE Hee. I think I'm very happy now. Oh yes...extremely. Ya know how the other day, or...sometime yesterday throughout my billions of postings, how I said that I asked Angel-Reviews to review my diary? And how I asked for Amber, who was supposedly like, the meanest of them all? Well, yeah. She did. Rather quickly too. I'm impressed. I just wanted to see how I stood against other diaries, in the content, how interesting it is, so on and so forth. I did pretty dang well. If I do say so myself. And I do. Really. I'm so modest at times, I scare myself. But, c'mon. 98/100? That's...really good! Compared to others'... no no, bad Rachel. Not going to compare to others. Oh god, yes I am. 62/100, 43/100, 53/100... I feel pretty dang proud. Okay, my 15 seconds of pride and showing my small but not inexistent egotistic side are through. I'm just back to being happy. She even said she might check it out later. I made the bitter person laugh. Go me! Ahhhh... for someone who woke up at 12:55, I'm feeling pretty chipper now. In fact, I completely forgive Stephanie for bursting in and waking me up. Yes, today will be a good day. Mmm...yes, I'll look you right in the face, Two Weeks After Buffy Went KaBOOM Day, and I spit. *patooey* Okay, that was a little more disrespectful than it was supposed to be, but did you catch the symbolism there? I'm happy! Still! Hee. OH! And Bill Amend, the almighty God of Foxtrot responded to my email. He was really cool. Answered some of my questions....ahhh....I just can't get any happier. No, wait. I just thought of James and Chicago. Okay, NOW I can't get any happier. Alrighty, back to my pointless surfing and putting together of my collection of Convention Pictures on an easy to use site. Thanks Amber, and anyone else who's reading this now. <-Ghost-> Song/Quote: The Hyperest and Most Disgusting Squirrel Ever: P.S. It's a tad disturbing... |
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