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I think I’m going to give up attempting to work on graphics for Fiction Alley and Artistic Alley. I’m so fed up with the organization! I spent ages working on graphics for Phil, only to have Taylor waltz in out of the blue and take over my job. Now Artistic Alley is going to have her work, even though the job was officially supposed to be mine. I had talked on-list with Heidi and Phil, and they all agreed that the graphics for the Artistic Alley pages would be under my charge. Then, I leave from my computer for most of the day, and when I come back, Taylor’s graphics are there instead of mine. If Taylor had been working on the graphics as well, why didn’t she tell me? It would have saved a whole lot of work for all concerned. What confuses me even more is Phil’s manner of dealing with the situation. Phil knew how much effort I was putting into the graphics. He knew that I was waiting for him to finish the new layout for Artistic Alley so that I could know the dimensions and stuff for my new images. He knew I was waiting for the other Fiction Alley mods to vote on their favourite version of my graphic before I posted anything final. Was Phil communicating off-list with Taylor? Why wouldn’t he have contacted me and told me that Taylor was going to make the images and I didn’t need to bother? There are a lot of other things I could be doing with my time, I hope they realize. I was trying to HELP. The jerks.

What’s even worse is that I don’t feel like I have the right to complain, as Taylor’s graphic looks much better than mine. Of course, I was under the impression that I had to use the same format as the graphics Flourish made for the four Fiction Alley houses, so I didn’t allow myself to get creative. My complaint is that I don’t think Taylor should have the ability to go over my head like that. Aarg. It’s agonizing!

So I’m not going to be their doormat anymore. I’m not volunteering for anything until Artistic Alley is up and running, when I get to work as an Art Chaser for Artistic Alley. No one will be able to step on me from there. Now, I’m off to work on stuff that’s worth my time, such as planning out new formats for WIAN and tnm.n and Jets or studying SAT stuff or CGing or reading or cleaning my room. I have enough on my plate already without the Fiction Alley nazis treating me like scum.

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tsk, tsk, tsk. I would have thought you guys would have known be better by now! Here’s the results of the Lie Detector game!

::trumpet fanfare::

Number 8. Cookie points to the two people that figured it out! Such silliness. Now it’s time for expanantions!

1. The first time I read it was in 7th grade, I believe. Then I read it again over the summer, again the summer after that, and again, slowly, over my 10th grade year. Huzzah!

2. ::holds up Maurice to the computer:: See him? Ain’t he cute! ::hugs Maurice:: He was named after my counsellor at Sail Caribbean, who named his belly “Maurice”. Then “Ducky Bob” is the name of a party rental place in Dallas.

3. When I was I, I was bitten on the thumb by my friend Brittany’s pet parrot, Sinbad. Since then, I’ve hated and feared all birds that size.

4. Ugh! Pulpy orange juice is the bane of my existance! Must be “no pulp”.

5. Yes, this happened. Everyone thought I would have a scar, but it healed perfectly. Yay!

6. Not too much to this question. That’s my real name. Anyone that sent me mail at Cambridge knows this.

7. ::laughs:: Yes, this happened as well. ::snickers:: It was my mom’s idea. I didn’t want my blonde hair to go! Fortunately, really, it didn’t work.

8. Ah, the one lie. Do you really think I would be this supportive of the LHFCXDE club and so mocking of the groupies if I really had short hair? Certainly not! It’s just about waist length at the moment and it’s probably getting longer.

9. I’ll take a picture of it, if you like. It’s really a quite amusing addition to my room. Actually, I think I might have mentioned this theft in my blog… ::looks:: Okay, I didn’t. Bah. Oh well.

10. If there’s one think I can’t do, it’s draw real people. And draw things small. Two strikes against the comic! Then, of course, I probably wouldn’t be able to come up with enough funny ideas to keep it going all year. Three strikes. Bah.

Well, I hope you’ve been enlightened, or summat like that. Yeah…

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::snickers:: It’s so amusing to see what people believe is true and what people believe is false. I giggle whenever I look at the poll results. I’ll post the answer tomorrow! Mark your calendars! ::snickets::

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::nibbles at Cassie’s “Draco Veritas” cookies:: Yummy!

I really need to start reading more fanfic. I’m just too lazy. Bah.

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Pain… yesterday, when I went to the dermatologist, my mom brought up the matter of my wart. It’s just a teensy little thing on my index finger, you’d never see it if I didn’t specifically point it out to you. I’ve had it for years, and it hasn’t bothered me a bit. Well, Dr. Cather told me that she could either freeze it off or burn it off with acid. Erm…. no thanks. Of course, she maintained that the acid didn’t hurt a bit and she used it on kids all the time. Even though I didn’t want to get it removed, my mom insisted on the acid. That day. This assistant nurse lady who had been hovering in the background globbed this massive amount of goop on my finger, which looked like it should have hurt like heck, even though I couldn’t feel anything. Unfortunately, I started feeling it later that evening. Not like a severed limb; more like a serious papercut. And it kept hurting. While I was trying to type, no less. Of course, I assumed it would be fine by the morning. Dr. Cather had said that it should look just like a small blister by the morning, then be gone in about a day and a half. Because of the evil myopic nurse lady, this has not been the case for me. My index finger now has this huge, nasty, 1-cm diameter thing. I don’t even want to go into detail on how gross it looks. I’m going to ask Dr. Cather about it when I see her again tomorrow. ::mutters about her evil mother scheduling facials and other similar forms of torture when she isn’t even broken out::

Of course, Dr. Cather isn’t all that bad. She’s really friendly and fairly young. And anyone that perscribes anything manufactured by Sirius Laboratories is okay in my book!

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Red Windmill? That’s what it means? What kind of a name is Red Windmill! –Chad, after I told him what “Moulin Rouge” meant

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No, this is just plain Mulan. You have to wait until Mao Zedhong gains power for it to become ‘Mulan’ Rouge. –me, explaining my choice in movie rentals to my sister

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I’m about to be really depressed. Look at what the Official Site has to say about Ron. “His likes are Chess, sweets and the Chutney Chasers Quidditch team.” Ye gods…