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Post by RazzleDazzle on Jan 20, 2004 19:15:52 GMT -6
I should preface these entries by stating that I love Bridget Jones' Diary and thought that Alison's journal should be styled somewhat after Bridget's. That's why I included the times. --Enjoy! Saturday, Jan. 17, 2004 8 pm. So tired. I feel like I've been running a marathon all week. The first week of the semester is always bad, but for some reason, this week seemed worse than the others. When I fell asleep last night, I was so tense that I woke up with body aches this morning. Somehow I struggled through the day, and now all I want to do is grab something to eat and then soak myself silly in the hot tub! 8:10 pm. Have just realized that I am actually looking forward grabbing a sandwich and spending the evening in the hot tub -- alone. What is wrong with me? Midnight. Turns out, didn't have to eat alone after all. New student Toussaint was there ahead of me. Toussaint is...well, I'm not sure I could even describe him. He seems to be rather particular and uneasy about himself. Earlier, he had confided in me that he was growing a tail. He seemed rather upset by it, and I tried to reassure him but am not sure if I succeeded. After all, he *is* growing a tail. I couldn't imagine having a tail; I'm very glad that my mutation isn't physical like his. At least I look like a normal human, and I could hide my mutant abilities from others if I wanted. Anyway, advised Tou to see Hank re: new mutation. He told me he was ready, so I called Hank on the com. After a very long-winded lecture on... well, I'm not sure what exactly... I managed to get Hank to agree to see Toussaint. Not wanting to wait and for Tou to lose his nerve, I insisted we see him at once. In the five minutes it took us to get downstairs, Hank had already forgotten that I had called him and immediately mistook Tou for my date (as if I would ever bring a date to Hank's lab! Honestly...) Eventually, Hank did run some tests on Toussaint and it turns out that he isn't really growing a tail. It's the result of his new mutant ability : shapeshifting. Now, while I would hate having something like a tail, I might enjoy being a shapeshifter. I could shift my breasts bigger, and my butt smaller! I hope Tou feels better now that he knows he's not going to look like a freak...just act like one. He still seemed a bit upset, so I advised him to see the Professor tomorrow. Now...off to the hot tub, finally! 1 am. Luck is with me tonight. I don't have to spend my time in the hot tub alone either. Conan just walked in, looking VERY fine in a guard's uniform. Apparently, he has taken to disguising himself as a guard in case Shadow comes back. Am glad...and not just because he looks totally shaggable in that uniform, either. Invited him to join me. 1:10 am. Must not watch Conan undressing. Must make sure own self is completely submerged in water. Would not want hunky barbarian getting any ideas. Need shapeshifting powers to shift self into appearing unaffected from sitting so close to someone wearing so little. 1:15 am. Harumph. Seems Conan is likewise unaffected by sitting so close to someone wearing so little. 2 am. Actually, if one looks past the barbarian tendencies, and forget about the week I spent tied to a tree because of him, Conan is very nice, and easy to talk to. Am enjoying myself with him. And finally, my body is starting to relax. 2:02 am. Bah! Commlink is pesky Shi'ar technology, currently notifying me of a visitor. So much for quiet evening relaxing. Should tell guards to activate defense system and kill visitor, instead. Then can spend more time with hunky barbarian. Oh well.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Jan 20, 2004 19:42:35 GMT -6
Sunday, Jan. 18, 2004 11 am. Am barely woken up from best sleep. Hot tub worked miracles. Also, might have something to do with the visitor. Was Tony Stark, tres handsome, with roses! I was very embarassed, as met him wearing a soggy towel and tangled hair. He didn't seem to mind though, even suggested continuing relaxation process. So, I invited him downstairs to the hot tub. Didn't realize it until we were actually downstairs that if Conan was still there, it might be a bit awkward. Thankfully, he wasn't, so was spared humiliation and embarassment of having them think am disco trash who invites every man to hot tub. Was genuinely relaxed after spending time with Tony. Unlike Conan's intimidating and overpoweringly male presence, was more at ease and cozy with Tony. In fact, was so comfortable that did not see the kiss coming until it had already landed. It was very chaste and sweet, the first time. The second kiss, however... well, I still feel all dreamy inside, just thinking about it. 11:35 am. Right. Will not let myself get swept up in kiss. Tony Stark probably has a girl in every city where he owns a company. Will put it out of my mind. 11:40 am. It was a very nice kiss though. And roses are beautiful. I wonder if ... no, am not thinking about it. Will just lay here and daydream about something else. 11:45 am. oh, hell.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Jan 21, 2004 19:17:19 GMT -6
Monday, Jan. 19, 2003 5:30 pm. Have new messages on voicemail, completely unrelated to the school! Ah, the simple things in life. Voicemail messages serve to remind me that there is, in fact, life outside the Mansion walls. Even if I'm not privy to it. At least life goes on. 5:36 pm. Sigh. First one from Grandmother. Dad's birthday is this weekend and she wants me to come over for dinner. Am not sure if I'll be able to go, though. Have busy weekend planned, washing hair, saving world, and such. Also, do not care to subject myself to continued verbal abuse from Dad re: his increasing disappointment in only child, and my total failure as a human being. Would be nice to see Grandmother too. She also said that I should bring the nice Mr. Parker who stopped by a few weeks ago. What Mr. Parker? Surely, she does not mean Peter Parker, as why would Spider-man drop in to visit my father? V. confused now, wonder if perhaps Grandmother is going senile. Will call back to check it out. 5:42 pm. Oh! Next message is from Tony. He wants to go to dinner tonight, said to wear something formal. V. excited. Must see if have anything suitable to wear. 5:50 pm. Although, I wonder what he means by formal? Casual formal, or formal formal? Hate society in which there are varying types of formalwear. Wish to design dress that could function for all types of formal, with minor alterations that anyone could make...such as changing the length of the skirt by unrolling it some! Or attaching more material in manner of Barbie attire. Should call to confirm, after hot shower. 6:25 pm. Ha! "Mr. Parker" was probably Andrew, now that I think about it. He's always calling Peter 'Dad' because of shared DNA and such. Wonder what he was doing there, and why he never told me. Well, probably never mentioned it because I got mad when he suggested we go together, for obvious reasons. I should have known he would find some way to visit Dad. It always bothered him that we don't speak to each other. Family is so important to Andrew, who used to think that he had none of his own. I wonder if he's found his yet, and how he's getting on with them. It's strange that I haven't heard from him since he left. But, he had changed so much when we got back from Battle Planet, and not all of the change was from the Queens' little mind games. I miss him. I think it's for the best, this way. I hurt him so much, even when he couldn't really remember me. Just being a part of my life was hurting him. After his ordeal, coming back to me would probably only have hurt him more. He needs time away, time to himself, to heal completely. But I still miss him. I hope he calls soon. 8 pm. Am finally ready for formal date. Have decided on favorite black dress, even though hem is only slightly below knees. Look fab anyway. Have proper formal gown on standby though, just in case. 8:45 pm. Just finished listening to Tony's message again. Although he did not specify a time, seems to be getting late. Maybe he just got tied up in business meeting or some equally important situation where could not call. 9:30 pm. Hmmmmm...must be VERY long meeting. Hope he comes soon, as can only sit primly on the couch to wait, for fear that too much movement will snag run in last pair of hose. 10ish pm. Cannot believe it. Have been stood up by Tony Stark.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Jan 24, 2004 2:06:30 GMT -6
Wednesday, Jan. 21 1 pm. Pleasantly surprised at vase of beautifully exotic flowers in office after class. I figured they were from Tony Stark, with some smooth excuse for standing me up. The note explained that he got called out of town on business, but he was sorry and would make it up when he returned. Slightly smoothed my ruffled feathers; the flowers are v. beautiful. But then again, I sat in that dress for three hours waiting. 5:30 pm. Just got off phone with Lila. Meeting her at Earthquake later...she says she might have a gig for us! It's been so long since I've had a real gig, I might not remember how to do it. Should practice. I wonder if anyone is using the Danger Room? Could use the concert sim that Hank wrote for me. 1 am. Home from club. Lila is bessfrien, has gig, Sat. nite. Luv her, luv gig. Omf. Tumbled over.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Jan 24, 2004 2:13:48 GMT -6
Friday, Jan. 23, 2004 10 pm. Run these by Lila tomorrow night, see if she can help to write lyrics for chorus. If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor Love is the rhythm You are the music If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor You get what you're given It's all how you use it. ((OOC note: As I am obviously not an actual songwriter, these lyrics are borrowed from Pink : God is a DJ. ))
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 1, 2004 2:47:00 GMT -6
Saturday, Jan. 25, 2004 6:25 pm. Have retreated to bathroom at my father’s house, for a fortifying few moments of peace. Dinner is going rather well, I think, with the exception that Dad can not obviously stand to be in the same room as me. Have mental image of any future dinners (if there are any) where Grandmother and I eat in the dining room, while my father goes out to dinner at the country club. It has been a disaster from the start. Was really happy to see Grandmother when she answered the door, and thus far, those few minutes with her in the foyer have been the best of the evening. Finally though, she shooed me into Dad’s study, after a little speech that was probably supposed to calm my nerves, but it only made me feel like I was going off to war and she didn’t expect for me to return. Knocked on door when got to study, but there was no answer. Pushed the door open, wondering why exactly it was pulled closed anyway…probably one of Dad’s little games…Dad was behind his desk, barricading himself in with mountains of paperwork. I just stood there, dumbly, for a moment, expecting him to look up. After all, I did knock. Not even a glance. After a few (although it seemed like a million) moments of unease, I spoke. “Happy er….Birthday, Dad.” Honestly, I felt like a teenager again, caught in trouble. “Yes. Well, we are glad you could make time to drop by to see us. I know you are busy with your….career….and all.” He said it with such condescending and malice that I almost turned around and walked out. But, when I did turn around, there was Grandmother, blocking my only escape route. Then evening just got worse from there. Even Martha Stewart couldn’t make small talk with my father…and compared to me, she’s a saint. A convicted saint. After about 30 minutes of stony silence, or the occasional sarcastic remark…I fled. To the only sanctuary I could think of...the upstairs bathroom. I feel like I am a teenager again, which is bad cuz I didn’t like being a teenager that much. 9 pm. The rest of dinner was no better than the first part. That’s it. I’m not going back there again. I’ll call and take Grandmother out to lunch the next time I want to see her. But no more family get togethers. My sanity can’t take it. 11 pm. Lila’s gig was a bust. Her agent misled her…was a small hole-in-wall type place looking for some live entertainment on a Saturday night. Clothes were optional. The stage wasn’t enough big enough for all the equipment, let alone us, band, and backup. Should have figured though…after all, what is left when you’ve become a has been disco diva? Another Sat. night shot, might as well go and watch Sat. Night Fever, again. 11:25 pm. Don’t even ask about Kamakazee. Luckily, Conan was there, in case Kama pulled a fast one again. Now, Conan and I will go and watch Saturday Night Fever, if VCR is working after EMP. 11:29 pm. It’s not. 11:35 pm. Ohmygod! Was just propositioned by hunky barbarian man! Cannot decide if am very excited, or very scared. Have heard a few mumbling…mostly from Lorna…about barbarian’s prowess in bed. I must admit, part of me wanted to jump up off the couch and flee to his “furs.” I don’t know, I feel connected to him somehow…after the time we spent in the woods together when he first got here…and the subsequent nights that I spent sleeping outside of his cell when things were so messed up with Andrew. I’m not sure why, but I just feel very safe, and stable around him. Imagine! A barbarian safe or stable! 2 am. After a nice, quiet (save for the wolf) stroll in the woods (well, simulated woods in the Danger Room), have decided to sleep in own furs tonight…as am too tired to enjoy wild barbarian tonight. Have given him raincheck tho. OoOoOooo….
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 4, 2004 22:16:09 GMT -6
Sunday, Jan. 25, 2004 11 am. Gah! Am awake, am awake…phone ringing. Must find cell and stop the insistent melodic jangling! Where is damn phone? WHERE? 11:07 am. Hmph. Was wrong number anyway. Must call phone company to get cell # changed. Is apparently v. similar to a certain Madame Maxine. Have no idea who M. Maxine is, however is intrigued because her callers are always young, and male. 11:25 am. Well, thanks to the Madame, cannot go back to sleep. Hope someone has made coffee. 7 pm. V. strange, hear Rachel and Cerise in rec room talking. Strange because since Cerise got back, Rachel has been avoiding her like a Shi’arian plague. Kurt gave us a brief account; something about Rachel – Dark Phoenix – taking on a Shi’ar Galatic Fleet or something. 7:15 pm. Oh no. Rachel is in trouble. Cerise is here, not to visit, but to take Rachel back to the Majestrix for a trial. Am going to talk some sense into Cerise, as obviously is a mistake. Midnight. Was no mistake. The Shi’ar have Rachel. Gladiator got her, after a fight on the grounds. Well, I say fight, but it wasn’t really much of one. After all, what can we do against Gladiator and his best? Conan was there – trying to take out the Preator by himself. Kurt was there, but he couldn’t get near Rachel. And Cerise, she wouldn’t leave me alone long enough to even TRY for Rachel. She’s been transported back to Flagship. We have to get her back.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 6, 2004 23:49:02 GMT -6
Tuesday, Jan. 29, 2004 5 pm. Cancelled classes today and spent most of the day trying to contact the AWOL X-Men. Where is everyone? Rogue is at Genosha, we know that, but I couldn’t get in touch with her. Where are Scott and Jean? Both of there comms were inactive when I tried. Also, Betsy seems to have disappeared as well. I thought she was just taking some time and visiting England with Brian and Meggan, but no one answered at Excaliber HQ. What are we supposed to do? It’ll be like me, Kurt, Marina and Conan, taking on the entire Imperial Army. Sounds like a good time will be had by all. Actually, I think Kurt is considering calling for back-up, considering our dwindling numbers. I wonder if Tony is back in town. Perhaps I could give him a call and ask him to ask Iron Man to help us out. And maybe the rest of the Avengers! And the Fantastic Four. Yeah, all the superheroes we can find, against possibly the most technologically advanced, warrior alien race there is. It’ll be fine. 5:45 pm. Why is no one answering their comms? Have all the X-Men deserted their team? What chance do we have against the Shi’ar? If the Majestrix wants Rachel, the Majestrix will get Rachel. Unless……… 5:47 pm. No, the Professor will never resort to something like that. Never mind. Hopefully Kurt is having better luck. Although, the only thing I’ve seen him do lately is tinker with the Jet. Well, some men have Playboy under their beds. Kurt has the Blackbird. It's harmless, right?
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 9, 2004 19:10:07 GMT -6
Wednesday, Jan. 28, 2004 9 am. (I think). Shi'ar holding cell. Yeah, holding cell. With much thanks to Kamakazee, our rescue attempt turned v. sour. Not only did he ignore ourm ission objective (to recuse Rachel), but he killed about five guards. KILLED. No wonder Lilandra ordered Gladiator to throw us in the "brig." We've always had friendly relations with the Shi'ar, especially snice Lilandra is Empress. I honestly do not know what Kamakazee was thinking. I knew it was a mistake to bring him. Kama has been nothing but trouble from the very start. Perhaps we can work out a deal with the Empress. We get Rachel, and she can keep Kama and execute him for first-degree murder. 12:00 noon. Ugh, Can feel body weight decreasing hourly. Have had nothing to eat since....well, who knows when. Lack of nourishment has addled brain, is affecting ability to function properly. 12:10 pm. Lunch has arrived! Shi'ar food leaves much to be desired. It is very....well, it's mostly bulk food and consists almost entirely of grain and other "avian" types of sustenance. V. bland too. Is worse than eating Piotr's health food. 12:13 pm. Mmmm...could really go for a thick slice of cheesecake right now. 12:14 pm. Or some of Kurt's German liverwurst type foods. 12:15 pm. Or even some of Piotr's rabbit food. 12:19 pm. Am depserately hungry. Later. Hunger has made me lose all track of time. Have surely been here days, weeks, endless amounts of time. When (if) we return to Earth, will not be surprised to discover that entire civilizations have been destroyed or built during absence. Or new species propogated. And all my clothes will be out of style, which is bad since I should be able to fit into my '91 jeans with all the starvation I'm enduring. Will wear them no matter what current fashion is. Even on dates with new species, who I hope are all tall, dark, and v. rich. And good cooks.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 9, 2004 19:34:37 GMT -6
Friday, Jan. 30, 2004 Too early.Sun is brightly streaming through cell window. Brightness is amplified because in space. Can someone close blind, please? 10 am, Earth time. Snuck a peek at Blink's watch while she was sleeping to see what time it is. Am hungry. 11:40 am, possibly. Can only guess as to time, beacuse Blink refuses to let me near her wrist again. She says that if I twist it around to see her watch one more time, she will not be responsible for her actions. Hmph. Wonder what kind of torture the guards have in store for us today? Chinese must surely be descended from Shi'ar, as their water torture is v. similar to Shi'ar food torture -- by which I mean promising us a nice hot lunch, bringing trays with delicious aromas wafting from them, but invariably serving us steaming mounds of goop. Blink says it is rather good...but what does she know? She's from alternate dimension, and obviously misinformed on concept of 'taste.' Much later. Am wasting away. Now only have enough strength to sleep. Cannot even enjoy that, as dreams are plagued by visions of cheesecake. In most recent dream, cheesecake wore David Hasselhoff's head, and whistled obscure Hasselhoff tunes, very off-key, while dancing on ceiling. Must surely be dying, as heard somewhere that these types of hallucinations happen when starving to death. Wish last images were of Harrison Ford, valiantly rescuing me, with his side-kick Chewy. ~~Wait! I actually SEE Chewbacca. Not envision, but see. ~~And he's wearing Hasselhoff's head. Whistling. My time is near, for sure. Where is Ford? ~~I had forgotten that Chewy had a tail. And was blue. ~~Oh...wait...I think that perhaps it is not Chewy after all, but Kurt. Did not know that Kurt knew any music besides hymns. Or was such a bad whistler. Much, much later. The trial. Lilandra has called for us. Well, for Rachel, but we were 'invited' to attend the trial. She is being tried by full Shi'ar Council, which does not bode well. Rachel has given her defense,s o now all we can do is wait for verdict. The Verdict. Is not good. The Majestrix will not let Rachel go. The execution will take place, as scheduled. Feel very bas, as have failed. Failed self, failed X-men, failed Rachel. The Sentence. Or perhaps have not failed. Kurt has convinced Lilandra to trial by death, meaning we fight to Imperial Guards for Rachel's life. Will be transported momentarily to moon's surface. Cannot wait.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 9, 2004 19:48:00 GMT -6
Saturday, Jan. 31, 2004 On the Moon. Have YOU ever faced an entire Imperial Galactic Army? No? Then stop criticising me! 1:13 am. It is wee early morning hours, and guess where I am? On Blackbird! Kurt is frighteningly winging us homeward. Am very relieved. The battle was tough, but have made it out, virtually unscathed. My ankle is twisted and swollen, as is wrist, and will surely have bruises in places I don't even want to THINK about right now...but am all in one piece. The only way we got out of it alive is because we played a trick on the army. We made them think that Gladiator destroyed Rachel, but it was just an illusion, made by our own dear Alyson. It was very believable too. When I saw it, was v. scared that it really WAS Rachel, as Kurt did not make me privy to his plans. But, it all worked out for best, although I personally think that someone should hire a babysitter for Rachel. She gets into WAY too much trouble. 1:19 am. The first thing I shall do when I get home is eat the largest slice of cheesecake you've ever seen. Then rush to try on '91 jeans.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 10, 2004 22:06:24 GMT -6
Monday, Feb. 2, 2004 8 pm. Am headed to City~with Lorna in tow. Have odd meeting with Lorie Roberts (X-Corp), but as soon as I can blow him off, Lorna and I are going shopping! Have not been shopping in ages, save for obssessive homeshopping. Definitely need new pair of shoes. Also new jeans, to compensate for growing back out of '91 jeans almost immediately after returning home from Shi'ar space fleet. Cheesecake is tool of devil. 8:15 pm. Anthony has joined us, for the ride. Anthony is v. cute friend of Will Hunter, who will be best man at May and Will's wedding. Providing that there still is a wedding, as have not seen either of them for weeks. Possibly they are having a pre-nup honeymoon. Or perhaps they have been kidnapped by Sinister. One never knows around here. Anyway, re: Anthony. Suspect he has small crush on me. But he is young whippersnapper, much too young for me. He would be better suited for Lorna, perhaps can exercise subtle matchmaking skills and nudge him her way. 10ish pm. Meeting was pointless, as have no control over "field" training for older students. However, will mention Roberts' proposal to Scott, or perhaps Kurt. Lorna whisked Anthony away for duration of meeting. Matchmaking skills are already a success! Now we're headed for something to eat. Lorna bought me a darling bear at FAO. Anthony says he also bought bear, but is disgruntled in trunk. Midnight. At home. Anthony's bear is VERY disgruntled! Face looks all smooshy, but only adds to charm. I wonder if bear looked like that in store, prior to scary cab ride stuffed in trunk? No matter, bear is adorable! Huge, also. Perhaps should be less subtle in matchmaking for Lorna and Anthony, as I think this time was so subtle that he missed it.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 29, 2004 14:54:48 GMT -6
Friday, Feb. 13, 2004 1 pm. Mail just arrived... and I got a small package from Tony Stark! Although I was very excited when I first opened the envelope, I'm not sure how I feel about it now. Enclosed was a brief letter, apologizing for being out of touch lately, but like I had assumed, he's been out of town on business. He said that he would be back in town shortly, and was hoping that I would go out with him again. But then, I saw what else he had enclosed.... a blank check, for me to buy something nice for myself. It's a nice sentiment...and sweet that he wants me to buy something gorgeous for out next date, but I almost feel like I am being paid off or something. I will go out a buy a new dress, with some jewelry, and new shoes! I haven't had new shoes in forever. But I won't use his money to buy them... that way, I won't feel like Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman when (or if) he does ask me out again. 5:15 pm. Classes are over for the weekend, thankfully. Although, its been an interesting day... I keep getting these kiddieValentines from my students. Mostly from the boys, who look very embarassed and try to make it appear they are giving my homework or something. It's sweet. A bit too Mrs. Robinson for me, but sweet! 5:18 pm. And speaking of Valentine's Day...that's tomorrow! Am NOT looking forward to spending yet another Valentine's Day alone. Perhaps I will call Ken (my father's young and v. cute law firm partner) and see what he is doing tomorrow. Although, I really hate to open that can of worms, as it was Ken who my father wanted me to marry...not Longshot. 5:22 pm. But really, who wants to spend Valentine's Day alone, anyway? Will definitely call and see what Ken is doing. 5:23 pm. Ooh, telephone. 6:15 pm. Ha! That was actually Ken. He was calling to see if I was doing anything tomorrow... and if not, did I want to go to dinner and a movie with him? I told him that I was just thinking of calling him to ask almost the same thing, except dancing instead of a movie. So, it's all set and he is meeting me at Palace Royale tomorrow at 6 pm for dinner. Perhaps I should use Tony Stark's money after all, to buy a new dress for Ken...it would serve him right.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Feb 29, 2004 16:11:26 GMT -6
Saturday, Feb. 14, 2004 11 am. Valentine's Day is a worthless holiday. The only people who enjoying celebrating this day are the people who have someone to celebrate it with...and if you have someone worth celebrating it with, then the whole holiday is moot, because you can express your love for that person any time you want. Yeah, Valentine's Day was indeed thought up to make the rest of us feel like we will most certainly spend the remainder of our Valentine's Day alone...and that you can only truly enjoy life if you have soneome to celebrate this damned holiday with. This year, I refuse to even contemplate celebrating V-day. Date with Ken does not count, as have no silly romantic feelings for Ken. It's just dinner and a movie. 11:16 am. Although, wonder if mail has come yet. Not that I expect, or even need, and V-day cards, but perhaps there will be some fliers advertising spectacular V-day sales. Will just go check. 11:30 am. No mail. 11:36 am. Still no mail. 11:45 am. STILL no mail. 11:57 am. Where IS the mail? Possibly mailman has been in horrific accident, and right now all my Valentines are laying strewn over road, getting stomped on by rescue team. 11:59 am. I mean sales fliers, not Valentines, as am not celebrating this year. 12:07 pm. Yes! Mail is here and guess what? Have received a card! Oohh...perhaps it is from Tony Stark, with mystery v-day date invite! 12:10 pm. Hmph. Is from Victoria Secret, reminding me that it is not too late to buy sexy lingerie to wear for that "special someone." Right. Officially hate holiday now. Am going shopping.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Mar 3, 2004 20:15:53 GMT -6
Sunday, Feb. 15, 2004 5 am. Love Valentine's Day, Is lovely, lovely holiday. Need to use bathroom, but barbarian is sleeping and cannot figure out how to extract self without waking him. Am not complaining tho. Definitely not.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Mar 3, 2004 20:32:33 GMT -6
Monday, Feb. 16, 2004 5:07 pm. Ran into May a few moments ago. There were about 10 people milling about, and as usual, I was the only one around to direct them where they needed to go. After sending them all on their respective ways, May approached me rather hesititantly and asked if I would be the maid-of-honor at her wedding!! Am v. flattered, actually was half-expecting some bad news by the faces she was making. May and Andrew always seemed so close and I started to think of her as sort of family when Drew and I were dating. We hardly run into each other now tho, and I actually thought that perhaps she was avoiding me. 5:25 pm. At any rate, being maid-of-honor is great reason to buy fantastic new dress! Plan to spend remainder of evening fawning over bridal mags. Must not let Bobby see me though, lest he thinks that this Disco Singleton secretly yearns for Smug Marriage-som. Speaking of Bobby, he's v. smug himself over "current" engagement to Ryana, fiery redhead who snogged St. John last week in the hot tub. Wish I could be as happy for Bobby as I am for May. But maybe Ryana will quit havig so much fun in the hot tub; Bobby deserves that. Had a little heart-to-heart with him and feel slightly better about whole deal. But...if Ryana hurts him again....I will ZAP her but good! 5:32 pm. Speaking of marriage, I need a date for May's wedding, even if am going to be maid-of-honor. Otherwise, will have no one to dance with at reception. Anthony asked me to be his date long, long ago..but I feel a litle odd about going as his date. Wedding is almost a month away though, so we'll see.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Mar 15, 2004 20:52:38 GMT -6
Saturday, March 6, 2004 Noonish. I don’t even know where to begin. Last night, I was watching television with Kurt and Lorna when suddenly...everything went wrong. The news was full of images of downtown, except they were like no other views of the City that I’ve ever seen. Strange buildings suddenly appeared from the middle of nowhere, or buildings that had been there since forever disappeared, to be replaced by something different. The city was in complete pandemonium. We rushed down there in the jet, because there were so many people taking advantage of the chaos: looters, gangs, rapists. We had to help stop it somehow. There wasn’t much we could do, except stop whatever people we could. But no matter how many people we thwarted, there were always several more to take their place. Not only that, but the streets and skies were also filled with people…I guess they were mutants…trying to stop as much of the chaos as possible. We had a brief encounter with one of them. She was wearing a very skimpy bathing suit type of costume, in the manner of the American Flag. At first, Lorna and I scoffed at her appearance, but I swear, I saw her lift four cars up, fly them high in the sky as they exploded, and return to the street, completely unscathed. Even Rogue could not have done that. We did as much as we could downtown, but it was utter bedlam. Eventually, with the help of some people calling themselves The Justice League of America, things started to calm down to the point that Kurt finally felt we could remove our weary selves from the situation and head back home. And if the night couldn’t get any more confusing…at one point during the night, I was certain that I heard Longshot calling out to me downtown. But when I looked around for me, I couldn’t see anyone who resembled him. I thought that perhaps it was my muddled mind, playing tricks on me. Except that it wasn’t playing tricks on me. Unless what happened next was also a figment of my deluded imagination…which is entirely possible. When we got back to the Mansion, there was this gigantic piece of rock, or crystal, or something, embedded innocently on the lawn. As we were trying to figure out how exactly it got there, who comes sauntering up the drive with a smile? Longshot. What was I supposed to do? I could barely think straight, let alone fend off his charming smile and gentle touch. Then Anthony showed up…and I took the coward’s way out. I fled upstairs to my room, and that’s where I’ve been ever since. I really have to use the bathroom, and I am starving to death, but I am afraid that if I leave this room, I’ll run into either one of them…or, worse, both of them at the same time. 1:13 pm. I can’t take it any more. I need food. I need a bathroom. I’m going out….cover me. 1:24 pm. Have made it back to the relative safety of my room, with food in tow. 1:30 pm. What on earth would Longshot want from me, though? It’s been at least a year since we even had any contact with each other…and even longer than that since we were truly together. When I left Mojoverse, I never truly thought that I would ever see him again. Although I did want to come back to help out the X-Men, it was more of an excuse to just get away for a while. Things had gotten so bad between us, and after the baby… But I’ve spent a year nursing my broken heart, and I’ve moved on…Longshot’s appearance means nothing to me now. I’m over him, over the life we had together. I am, honestly. Right? 1:42 pm But if I am over Shot, why does that little smile of his make my knees go weak? And why am I sitting here, secretly hoping that he’ll figure out which room is mine and show up at my door? 1:43 pm Dammit.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Mar 24, 2004 21:55:59 GMT -6
Saturday, Mar. 20, 2004 2:17 pm. This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Here I am, in the kitchen, contemplating where to go for Spring Break, when suddenly, this huge blue person accosts me! Now, normally, that wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary, but it just so happens that this huge blue person is Jason Munroe – McCoy, the alternate reality son of Oro and Hank. I wonder exactly how many alternate realities there are. Pretty soon, the mansion is going to be overflowing with alternate dimension children. I’m almost afraid that I’ll wake up one morning and snuggled up beside me will be Katia Amanda Blaire-Rasputin, the alternate dimension child of Pete and me. Don’t the X-Men in these other dimensions have any types of morals, or do they all just shack up with whomever they please? If it’s a case of the latter, then I should go and visit there as soon as possible! I always wondered if Scott was a controlling tightass in bed as well. Har har. 3:41 pm. I’ve been wondering if I should go somewhere for Spring Break. Originally, I had intended to just pack my things and retreat to Fifth Ave. for the week, reveling in mad shopping sprees and exceptional Chinese take-out. But, Lorna and I were discussing how nice it would be to actually go somewhere…like Cancun! Since Hawaii was a bust at Christmas, for us both, I think that we are owed a nice, tropical vacation. Anthony says that we could use his uncle’s private jet, if we were serious about going. But I’m not sure if I am ready to spend a week virtually alone in tropical paradise with him. I’m not sure if I am ready for anything with Anthony right now. I know that he is interested in me, and interested in a relationship with me. But I’m not sure if I am ready for anything more serious than casual dating. I tried to explain it to him, but I’m not sure if he understood. I’m not sure if I understand it myself. “Love isn’t a battlefield,” I told him. But, maybe all this time, I’ve gotten it wrong. I try so hard to keep my personal life separate from my professional life. After all, I believe that was part of the problem in my life with Longshot. We just got so carried away in the everyday business of trying to rebuild a civilization, that we forgot to take some time for ourselves. Since then, I’ve been very careful to hoard my private life, keep it separate from my professional life. I spend so much of my time fighting the bad guys, that I just wanted a part of my life that wasn’t about fighting. But, I forgot that “fighting” isn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially if it is for something you believe in. And love is definitely worth fighting for. Maybe…just maybe…love IS a battlefield.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Apr 7, 2004 19:23:32 GMT -6
Tuesday, Mar. 23, 2004 7ish pm. Kurt is letting me be the copilot in the Blackbird! We're on our way to rescue Lorna from the evil clutches of Empress von Doom. Piotr finally came to his senses and let Iceland to help us rescue her. We needed him, he's the only one with such intimate knowledge of how Doom works. We can definitely rescue Lorna without Piotr's help...but it would be that much harder. I'm glad he finally got his priorities straight. 10:15 pm. Piotr roughed Doom up fairly well, but for some reason, we didn't bring her back with us. I guess the last time we locked her up, it didn't do anyone any good. We have to figure out a way to get rid of her. No one really got hurt either, which is always nice for the poor medtechs. I got banged up a bit, and Bishop received this huge, ugly bruise on his chest. Am taking him to the infirmary for some balm and a bandage. 10:31 pm. You know...if I didn't know better, I would swear that Bishop's eyes are tracking my every move around the infirmary. And not just with his normal, scowly eyes either. But, that's ridiculous. Bishop is ALWAYS scowling. 10:39 pm. He's very....close. I feel almost heady, but then again, it could just be the scent from the tiger balm. And the fact that I had to rub it in all over his chest. His very hard and toned chest. 10:47 pm. Ohmygod! Bishop just made cow's eyes at me! Am not kidding. We were just joking around, and I was fixing his bandage. Then, all of a sudden, I happened to glance down at him and here he was, looking up at me with the oddest expression on his face...the oddest look in his eyes. 10:49 pm. Why is Bish making cow's eyes at me? Bishop does not make any kind of eyes other than scowly, disapproving eyes. It's just.....odd. 10:51 pm Not in a bad way, tho. Definitely not.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Apr 7, 2004 19:44:34 GMT -6
Friday, Mar. 26, 2004 8 freaking pm. Here I am, in the Mansion yet AGAIN. Slowly, my Spring Break is being whittled down to mere hours, and I've spent more time in this place than I think I do when classes are actually in session. But, I fully intend to spend the last two days of Spring Break anyplace else besides this black hole. I am going to shop, eat Chinese...and finally finish that song I've been trying to find time to write down. 8:05 pm. And I am going to go out on a date. A REAL date, even if I have to call up Ken and pretend to be interested in...whatever he is doing these days. Or, maybe I could entice Bishop to go out for a night on the town with me. 8:11 pm. Wouldn't THAT be an interesting date? 8:12 pm. Tee hee.
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