tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31525932011-04-21T13:43:07.680-07:00Who?: Mari Miroku. <p>Where?: Alaska. <p>What?: Draw. Mess around on the computer. Listen to music. Avoid work and school. <p>Contact me? Morari@whoever.com <p> <p> Likes <p>Manga: Rurouni Kenshin. Inu-Yasha. <p>Anime: Rurouni Kenshin. Kodomo no Omacha. <p>Music: Maaya Sakamoto, Kenshin sound track, Inu-Yasha sound track. Crash Test Dummies. Beatles. <p>Pets: Free-range boa constrictors. Fixed skunks. Squirrels. Weasles. Bunnies.Mollynoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152593.post-61473232001-10-05T23:33:00.000-07:002001-10-05T23:33:53.276-07:00well.... what a big update I have. Or not. well it was kind of a big deal for me, since I have little to no inniciative. And I am tired. <b>However</b>, none the less, i have begun the humble beginnings of my Rurouni Kenshin Image Gallery, it being the best series ever. <br /> <br />Thank you. <br /> <br />Mari <b>Is asleep. Or dead. Whatever. Same difference.</b> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152593-6147323?l=fortunecookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152593.post-60503542001-10-01T21:57:00.000-07:002001-10-01T21:57:57.420-07:00Why must the cats interfere with my dream? That is why I loathe cats. They always interfere in your modest schemes. <br /> <br />Right now I have <i>one</i> goal in life: <br /> <br />To sit on my ass listening to my Revolver CD on the highest volume octive with my cheap head phones in and doing <b>nothing</b> of importance on my computer. <br /> <br />Now in 10 freaking minutes this goal might change, but right now all I freaking want to do is blow my hearing away listening to Rocky Racoon. Is that so much to ask? <br /> <br />As I throw mountains of purring cats off my table and lap that are literally grabbing the cords of my head phones I only have one freaking thing to say: apparently so. <br /> <br />... <br /> <br /><b>Who took a flame thrower to her loathesome cats?</b> Mari. <br /> <br />Eat your heart out PITA. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152593-6050354?l=fortunecookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152593.post-60455252001-10-01T18:12:00.000-07:002001-10-01T18:13:34.000-07:00School is SO stressing me out at the moment. I have to review and summerize three articles on Asia a week for asian studies, I have math homework I don't understand every night, I still have to gain 85 extra curricular points by the end of the month to get an A in History, (ho boy, only 65 for a B) Read the Scarlett Letter by Monday and we get test results back tomorrow in Science. <br /> <br />Here is a gun. Please shoot me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152593-6045525?l=fortunecookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152593.post-58659042001-09-23T13:31:00.000-07:002001-09-23T13:33:17.000-07:00Okay! I decided to add a blog to my <i>own</i> page so that I could use it as a journal. Goody. Don't like yellow? Don't like rocks? Tough. Yellow rocks. *ahem*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152593-5865904?l=fortunecookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mollynoreply@blogger.com