Saturday, March 08, 2003 :::
 
Steph: *ducked down in trench* Is it safe?

Anakin: ...um...

Obi-Wan: Would you like to inform us why you are acting in such a manner?

Wing: She's crazy, mad, insane, has a few screws loose up in the head, not all the cups in the cupboard--

Steph: Shut up, bird.

Zalari: *annoyed* Be glad Sseriya hasn't actually charmed that keychain to actually work as a voodoo doll.

Wing: What's gotten into you?

Zalari: Your negative attitude has finally gotten to me is what.

Steph: No, actually I think it's just Krispy.

Rael: She's not angry still, is she?

Nerilay: Not angry, she is, I think.

Steph: Nerilay's right. Krispy isn't mad.

Kylin: *smirk* Is she still trying to sell you to that Fox?

Steph: *glare* Only from you, Kylin...I only take something like that from you...

Kylin: *smile* Indeed because I love you so.

Steph: *drily* Sure you do.

Anakin: Then what gives?

Steph:*cringe*whisper* Concert...

Everyone: ???

Steph: Don't you know how scary she is when she goes to concerts? And it's...Nick...

Zalari: I remember him.

Steph: Yeah, used to have him hostage in Krispy's blog. In any case, she's going to the concert tonight. Not as scary as she is with BSB concerts but...*whimper* I'm scared. It'll only get worse as concert time approaches...

Krispy: *loudly* HHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

Everyone except Jedi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Krispy: Um...

Obi-Wan: Excuse them. They were a bit on edge.

Krispy: Nothing ruffles you huh?

Obi-Wan: Not nothing, but not many things.

Krispy: Jedi...so I'm doing homework! Woohoo!

Steph: *aside* I told you how scary she gets!

Krispy: Steph, it's a concert. Aren't you happy? It's one of those happy, normal, teenage things you like to do.

Steph: Anything that puts YOU and a CONCERT together is NOT normal.

Krispy: What about a concert at the Hollywood Bowl?

Steph: Not teenage.

Krispy: ...Damn you and your logic. Have you been talking to Luce again?

Steph: No. But you better not be too weird! Zalari's in a sour mood.

Krispy: You are?

Zalari: Annoyed with the bird.

Wing: WILL ALL OF YOU STOP REFERING TO ME LIKE THAT?!!

Nerilay: But what he is, that word states, is it not?

Wing: ...

Krispy: Haha. Well, I'm out.

::: spewed by Krispy at 12:38 PM

Thursday, March 06, 2003 :::
 
Steph: I just realized that you pretty much said you would pay pretty much anything to ensure that *ahem* is gotten rid of.

Krispy: Your point?

Steph: When the frell did YOU become so loaded?

Krispy: Are you questioning my income?

Steph: You have no income, and if you did, it's certainly not enough to pay off your whole army of assassins.

Krispy: *smile* Don't you trust me?

Steph: Truthfully, no.

Krispy: Don't worry about it. I have certain avenues open.

Steph: You've had those avenues open a long time haven't you? KRISPY! I thought you were going to be an honest businesswoman now!

Krispy: And who says I'm not?

Steph: You got the wherehouse back?

Krispy: I've always had it. And NO--this has nothing to do with the wherehouse.

Steph: I'm sure your money has something to do with--well, you know, stuff.

Anakin: *sniff* Stuff?

Zalari: *shaking head* White stuff?

Wing: *smirk* White powdery stuff?

Krispy: *blink* How did you know that I'm in the powdered donut trade?

Everyone: ...

Steph: LIAR!

Krispy: Shut up. People will get paid. Besides, if there's not enough income on that side of things, we can always sell Luce. *smile* Or you Steph. I'm sure Flight will--

Steph: Do it and die.

Krispy: *smirk* Or we could loot your place. You're a friggin Drakon princess, you can afford it.

Steph: This isn't my problem.

Krispy: Shut up.

::: spewed by Krispy at 9:46 PM

 
Krispy: It has to be a bad thing when I feel like laughing, crying, and totally SCREAMING MY LUNGS RAW *cough* all at the same time. By the way, I dug holes today for Ms. Brannum. The thing is I wasn't even pissed at having to pick out all those weeds. The whole time all I thought was "Wow, it'd be hard to commit a murder if I had to bury the body cuz I can't dig for beans."

Steph: You are so funny when you're angry.

Krispy: AM I? Is it HEALTHY for me to be this angry after all this time? I'm friggin TIRED from being ANGRY! GAAAAAHHHH! This bugs me; I can't express the depth of my complete and total frustration and possible hatred towards Matt at this point. You know that he made me start an entirely NEW "project" code named "KMAM" (as in Kiss My Ass, Matt) and officially known as "Watergate Revisited"?

Steph: Yeah...that was weird.

Krispy: I wrote a freaking STORY out of this...Ok, I take that back. It's not a story. IT'S THE FRIGGIN TRUTH! I've COMPILED the TRUTH and presented in a neat manner. OMG! Breathe...must calm down...need to find food...

Anakin: Almost done with that trench.

Krispy: In any case--*adoring, loving, sparkly eyes at Firalaer* You'll help us?!!! *stupid grin* Hah! It has to be so wrong that I'm this happy about something this bad. I must be going to hell. Then again, I think I'm on Satan's side anyway...heh...

Steph: You also called Matt a "stupid motherf*cker" today. Luce finally got to hear that.

Krispy: Yeah, that's how sad it is. It has come to that...Yeah, I kind of scared myself. Sorry Alz for not showing up at lunch today. We were confronting him and everyone was really scary pissed. Needless to say that I'm more riled up now than I was before. OMG--dodging everything and trying to make up excuses---AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! There are not enough cuss words in the WORLD to describe him or what I'm feeling. In fact, there aren't enough ways to torture a person.

Steph: All of you should have been there to hear Gina last night. Oh, she was already planning out his demise.

Krispy: And today in the writing notebook, you know how we were supposed to use the voice of a 52 year old man? Well, I was one PSYCHO 52 year old man.

Steph: You can also blame the now indefinite postponement of the Lessons because Krispy is too angry and out of her right mind to write humor.

Krispy: Yeah, I probably would have throttled Sincere and Firalaer without realizing it. Speaking of which, Sincere will you STOP freaking out?!! SHEEZ! Don't be such a wimp. It's not YOU I'm after! *to Yuya*STARE* You'll...do...it? HOLY SHEET. If I died now, I think I would be ha--no...I wouldn't. I'd have to make sure someone else is "removed" first. But OMG! Yuya, I worship the ground you walk on.

Steph: *COUGH*COUGH* No need to get all--disgusting and grovelly like that.

Krispy: Right--angry yes...um...I just spent half an hour ranting to my dad. Krunchy's pissed too by the way. And even after all this release, I feel like banging my head on a wall so that maybe, just MAYBE I can revise my English essay. Yeah, my English essay was CRAP because I couldn't think last night. Ok breathe...breathe...

Steph: Firalaer, you're being too nice. He doesn't DESERVE the term assassination.

Krispy: Yeah, seriously. Friggin making me so--eeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Wing: She makes a lot of noises when she's angry.

Obi-Wan: Why are you so calm about it?

Wing: I was created in her head and live in her head.

Anakin: *brightly* DONE! Trench is now open for business.

Krispy: And Yuya, if you just spent 5 minutes (maybe less) with him, believe me; it would greatly please you to crush it. Ooh, in more normal news, there were earthworms in the soil. No one screamed today! Woohoo! We chopped one in half one accident, apparently and I think the negative vibes finally just fried my brain because I felt quite bad about it. In any case, it'll regenerate so that's okay.

Steph: And they are CERTAIN that they want this person removed.

Krispy: Will you stop making decisions for me?

Steph: Well, someone has to.

Krispy: Heh...I guess I should do hw now. Oh and I leave with the lyrics to this WONDERFUL song.

It's payback
Get out of my face
Get out of my pocket
Get off of your free ride and get right out of my sight
It's payback
Get off of my case
Get off of my lady
Get into your phat Mercedes and get right out of my life

Walking right into my world
Right into my backyard
I give you all that I've got
You give to me jack
And you pretend to be my friend
My trust your running
And all this time your turning and laugh in my back
And now..

It's payback
Get out of my face
Get out of my pocket
Get off of your free ride and get right out of my sight
It's payback
Get off of my case
Get off of my lady
Get into your phat Mercedes and get right out of my life

How does it feel to be down on your knees
Tell me
How does it feel for ya?
how does it feel to be down on your knees
Tell me
How does it feel for ya?

I'm chillin with the boys from the south
Better make a run
Cuz ya know what's gonna go down
I'm sick of everything you say
And by the way
Did ya say
That ya couldn't make a better day?
Better leave real quick cuz ya know me
Everything I do, everything I think
It's a payback
And it's on
Take a listen to the words of the song

It's payback
Get out of my face
Get out of my pocket
Get off of your free ride and get right out of my sight
It's payback
Get off of my case
Get off of my lady
Get into your phat Mercedes and get right out of my life

You say you're sorry now
That you feel bad about it
You'll make it up to me
There ain't no doubt about it
You must think I'm a fool
That I was born yesterday
Some kind of simple sucker
There's nothing you can say
You stupid mother fucker

It's payback

It's payback
Get out of my face
Get out of my pocket
Get off of your free ride and get right out of my sight
It's payback
Get off of my case
Get off of my lady
Get into your phat Mercedes and get right out of my life

Tell me how does it feel to be down your knees
Tell me
How does it feel for you
Right out of my site
How does it feel to be down on your knees
Tell me
How does it feel for ya
Right out of my site
It's payback

::: spewed by Krispy at 6:57 PM

Wednesday, March 05, 2003 :::
 
Krispy: I will now be expressing Luce's opinions because her internet is spazzed out.

Luce: #$(&@$(*&#@(!&)$(*!#&$(*)#&@!(*@!^$*^!@(@*!%^*^%!(*@%&(*^(*^(*^(*%(#!*@&(*!@($*^(!*@^%(*!@&#(*@^!($^(*@!&#(*^%(*!@^%(^(&@!^#(@*!^$(@!^$)(^)(!*^$(*@!^($*^@!($*^!(*@^$(@!^&*$#^@!*&#^&@!%*&$@!#^*^@!%#%@!#&$@!&$^(*^%%@*~^#(*^*!$*&!^#%(^!*^~(*%^*(!&^(*~%^*^&^~%*%*)&%*)$!#*~&*)$^(_~*^($)^!)@*^$@!*)&^#*@(!^#*@%!#(*&^@$*&%~*@^$(*~(#^@(~^#(*^()@^()*~^#()^2)(*!^@$(*@!(*^$()!@*^$(@!(*#^)(^~@(#^(&@!^$#(^$()@^$(*&^$(@^~$(*^@~()*^&(#^(*)^^$%@$!%*&^$@$#&^*&#!^&!#@^%!^@(*&*#%^@~(*~^@^~%@#(~#^*^*&^$#(@$&(*!^$)($^(&!^$)!(#&!(*@(!*@&(*$^(*!^$#(*$&!(*^$(*@&(!*@^(*!&@(!*@^(!*^@)(!^@(!^#(!^$(!*^#@!@$!^@#+#%_@($(*A$#*@*$#&@$&!&$#@!!#&!&#@&~#@*(*$#(*#(*~#@)*!@$)&#(^*%)^*$!)*#$)(!%@)$@*!($#*@)(#$*!)$*#@)$#*!(*$#)(!&)#&^$)!*$#(*@($#&!)$&^#)(!*)(^$*#!))^$@*(%@*)%)*$#)*@)%@)()(%@*&)$#*&%@)#(#*%#^(%$^)#)%^@)&(^$(^$**^$^($#@(@)%#)@%(^@*$#!*$@*~*#@~@!*!$#^(%(&)()~)#(@%($&*~*!(&)&)^!)@!(~*$$**%^($@)E@!)#@!($(*#%*#!*#$(#^%($)&)^()*^)($^(%#(@*$#@*#*!($#)^%)$$)^)(@(%^*&*$(@($#!)#@)!$(#$(*#W$*%(^(%^(#)%)*$@$@&$@#^#%^$@&&*((())$#@($#*@&$#!^$#^*#($)%&)%(&$(^%(*#**#$(!)#@!)#@)!~(#*@$&*^%(^%(*&)%^)%^)(*@$#@#&*((!#%#!^$&#@!*%(%Z#@)%^&%*#($#)@$@#&$*#@($)#@$#@&*$(#@)$#@$&*~()!%&#@*^()Z$&Z$#&*$!()%#!%*#$!(%)$#!&#$!*%*$#(%$(#^(!$#%)$#^)#$(*!%*$#!&^!#$&%&#!$*%#$*(^(!#$(%($#)(%).

Krispy: Well said.

Luce: By the way, I'm going for the kill.

Steph: GO FOR THE JUGULAR! WOOHOO!

Luce: If you thought I was mad before, you ain't seen nothin' yet. *scary smirk*

::: spewed by Krispy at 10:18 PM

 
Krispy: I AM OUT FOR BLOOD!!!

Steph: *simmering* Oh yes, indeed.

Krispy: Matt has really really TICKED me off this time. I'm so pissed I don't know what to even rant about! The extent of his underhandedness and stupidity is--IT'S F*CKING BEYOND MY COMPREHENSION!

Steph: What the hell does he think he's doing ANYWAY? This is a DEMOCRACY. OMG--COME ON!

Krispy: This is so sad. I mean, I can see EXACTLY why Yuya hates humans now. IT'S PEOPLE LIKE THAT WHO MAKE ME HATE HUMANS!!! And look...I cussed. I don't think I've ever been this MAD in my life!

Steph: Kill him.

Krispy: I am so freaking serious, it's not even funny. Yuya, if you're bored, please crush Matt with the weight of every nightmare possible! I WANT HIM TO SUFFER--IMMENSELY. And if you won't do it, *turn to Firalaer* could you do it? Luce and I will friggin actually and officially HIRE you and PAY you. I don't care. Name your price. HE IS GOING DOWN.

Steph: In any case, if none of you do it...*smirk* I'm sure Krispy, Luce, and all their crazy friends will descend on Matt like a pack of angry wolves...or dragons.

Krispy: AUGH! *cough* Well, to make brighten things a bit, I planted a tree today! Woohoo! And flowers! I'm so proud of myself. Rael, I don't see how you survive, but that's your thing so...yeah...

Rael: Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Krispy: Yep. Very proud of self. Will go to do Physics and essay now and SCREAM MORE ABOUT MATT!!! AAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!! By the way, I know Satan is WRONG about that whole me being just a thought and the world being just a vision thing because I sure as hell did NOT dream up Matt!

Steph: Amen.

::: spewed by Krispy at 8:47 PM

Monday, March 03, 2003 :::
 
Krispy: Heh...I wouldn't worry, my dear sweet Yuya. If I tried to write you, I'd probably burst a vein or something---heh...

Sseriya: Detrimental to her health, yo.

Krispy: I think you've been hanging around Krunchy too much.

Krunchy: Yo?

Krispy: Right...um...and DON'T YOU DARE GO ANYWHERE NEAR FIRALAER WITH A PAIR OF SCISSORS OR I WILL PUT YOU INTO THE THIS THING! *cough* I didn't mean that.

Wing: Stop contradicting yourself.

Krispy: I can't help it. This is what happens when I write that. I start doing the--the--the Sseriya thing!

Steph: I DON'T FRIGGIN DO THAT!

Krispy: YES YOU DO! Just not this exaggerated. Heh...Firalaer, but you are that wonderful.

Steph: Please...STOP! That's disgusting! And as to her exaggerating, the whole stupid thing is exaggerated! I DO NOT THINK OF MY TEMPER IN TERMS OF FOOD, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! Even if Krispy does.

Krispy: No I don't.

Steph: So you say.

Krispy: It really is the resemblance that throws you off, isn't it?

Steph: No comment.

Krispy: So, what was I here to say? Oh yes, Yuya--right. Will probably not write you. Seriously am too afraid of messing with the complicated, twisted mess that is you. I love you, but...no. Writing you AND Firalaer would be the death of me, not that you care, but I do so...besides, I'd make you too mean or something. YOU are too difficult to write because I don't know ANYTHING about you--not really. So, until something hilariously funny hits me with a baseball bat that says YOU have to be in it, you won't be. NOW LEAVE FIRALAER'S HAIR ALONE!

Steph: Why did Flight have to say that--

Krispy: Cuz that's the way he is...heh...and um, I should go now...finish up Lesson Four. And sleep. And Alz, I WANT THAT FIRALAER PICTURE!!! GGGGGGGIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!

::: spewed by Krispy at 11:39 PM

Sunday, March 02, 2003 :::
 
Krispy: This is bad.

Steph: You can say that again.

Krispy: I'm writing Lesson Three, think I know what I want to do with Lesson Four...

Wing: If you put me in there, I will retaliate!

Krispy: Eck...and STILL no sign of a plot or even a DIRECTION--

Luce: Just let it happen.

Krispy: Bad things happen when I let "plot" just HAPPEN. Besides, in that case, there really is no plot. I just go in circles.

Steph: I soooooooo do not think like that! I mean, "Lesson" Sseriya is totally OVERANALYZING everything and why the FRELL is she second guessing herself? I DON'T DO THAT!

Krispy: Um...

Steph: In fact, I'm thinking like a 17 year old girl named Krispy!

Krispy: You ARE a 17 year old girl, though not named Krispy, but I like that line. Perhaps that will go in the story.

Steph: NOT a story. It's your new "project".

Anakin: I think "experiment" is a better word.

Krispy: I was going to stick Sseriya into your world but...didn't feel like dealing with the complications of Coruscant...not that dealing with the even less known world of Alz's creation is easier...I take that back. I should have gone with Coruscant and you and Obi-Wan. In that case, I wouldn't be FREAKING OUT everytime I try to write about you Jedi.

Obi-Wan: You sound certain of yourself.

Krispy: Well, I think I have your characterization down. Brat-Child's would be more difficult. My dislike may exaggerate his actual amount of arrogance and bratty-ness. Or I may feel bad about making him such an idiot and make him too nice.

Anakin: *drily* Thanks.

Krispy: Oh and Steph, you do overanalyze. It's what you do. You overanalyze so that you see all your options then you pick the best ones, hold your nose, and dive in. Lucky for you, you usually end up with the right choice.

Steph: And is this the right choice?

Krispy: *sweetly* Don't you trust Firalaer?

Steph: I trust him but I don't trust you messing with him.

Krispy: Heh...I don't trust me messing with him either. Why do you think these lessons are from your point of view? Minimal contact with Firalaer writing--DUH!

Steph: You could have just stuck me in Coruscant and we wouldn't have a problem.

Krispy: Who the frell on Coruscant looks like a carbon copy of you?

Steph: ...you're just obsessed with that twin thing!

Krispy: No; just BORED and not in a mood to write things that take too much thinking--though, my stress level has gone up because of all the Firalaer contact---gah...should stop writing lessons. Another thing Steph, this was always the kind of attitude you took when learning lessons!

Steph: Not always!

Krispy: No, not always; but YES when your dealing with things you dislike such as Portals.

Steph: heh...those things spit you out everywhere BUT where you want to go.

Krispy: Indeed. Well, must be off to study Pre-Cal and to finish writing these lessons. Yeesh...I think I have a German report due at the end of this week--gahhh...hopefully other hw will lighten up...heh. Again, I'm SO VERY SORRY Firalaer! I'll try not to let the scary rabid purple flying monkeys get you!

Steph: Those things just get scarier and scarier.

Krispy: Yeah...I'm out.

::: spewed by Krispy at 9:56 PM