Memes and quizzies but chem? Nein.

[sunshine_queen]

Post a (real) memory of me.
It can be anything you want.
Then post this to your journal.
See what people remember of you

 

Um, so I should be studying for my chem test? And I'm not? Instead I... talked to Heather on the phone forever and then wrote a dissertation on SyVa and now I'm chatting to people. So, productive? Not me.

You Are Scary

You even scare scary people sometimes!

How scary are you?

Your Element Is Fire

Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame. You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out. You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable. You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go. Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive. Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.

What's Your Element?

Comments

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

We are so beyond cool with our scary skull-ness. :) And productiveness is vastly overrated, in my humble opinion.

[dancinggoldfish.livejournal.com]

A memory that I have of you- that you were the first HM that I talked to outside of HMs chat after I joined. :D

[crazedfairy16.livejournal.com]

the memory i have of you is being my little freshy in graphics class and talking to you about sticky.......

[puggywuggy.livejournal.com]

I have way more than one memory.

I remember our first PMs--"Hey, you're from Florida? I used to be..."

I remember the first time we IMed, the first time I told you my name, the first time you asked me to let you call me something other than Monica.

I remember never having clicked with another person so fast in my entire life.

I remember that first summer together, when we would wake up, get online, and spend the entire day talking to each other. We'd eat lunch and dinner at the same time, even.


I remember that same summer, when I went away to Wisconsin and Illinois for a week, and you went to New York and Bimini, and how much I missed you the whole entire time I was gone and then you were gone, and all the e-mails I sent you.

I remember the time we got on the mics and sent one-minute recordings back and forth to one another. Your mom and sister even talked to me.

I remember the time I told my mom about you, and how freaked out I was and how afraid she'd never let me talk to you again.

I remember the time we spoke on the phone for the first time. My dad and I were at the mall, and you made fun of my fake Christmas trees.

I remember the next time we talked on the phone--we made it about two hours. You worried about me when I laughed and said I had a slight accent. We talked about nothing and everything, but I'd never had a better phonecall.

I remember the first time I sent you something in the mail, and the first time I received something from you.

I remember the time I called you, sometime after Christmas, just to moan and whine about the fact that I couldn't get the DVD player to work. But we ended up talking so long that my cell phone nearly overheated. I spent about three hours curled up in my room, just talking to you.

I remember the time the HMs had their first big "fall out." You weren't there that night, but you were still there for me. I sent you an e-mail, and you were on my side before even having finished it.

I remember the time you called me after an episode of "Alias." I'm more than certain it was "Facade," because we fangirled about Professor Vaughn.

I remember the time I decided to leave the HMs for good, and how nice it was to have your support and understanding, even though I may have been acting a bit rash and crazy and overemotional at the moment.

I remember the second summer we spent together, how I was way too into X-Files but you let me talk and talk and you still haven't begged of me to STFU.

I remember all the times those years that I cried, all the times I made you cry, all the times I hated myself, and the one time where I was so scared it was all over.

I remember that you never gave up hope.

I remember one day in October where I jokingly asked my dad if we could go tour UM, and I remember our elation that night when he said yes.

I remember November 13 and 14 like they were yesterday and the day before.

I remember how we used to be--OMGBFFS!!!11--and all those promises we made and all the things we said. And even if we don't talk as much, you're still there, and I'm always here, and we'll always be best friends. And I'll always remember, because there's so much I'd never want to forget. :P

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

Aaand . . . I remember reading Angel of the Snow and being utterly awed by it. :) Dude, your MR fics rocked on beyond all reason. And He Laughs! He Laughs makes me want to cry forever. It was like the predecessor to perdition, or something.

And, 'cause you asked about this ages ago, you can download soundtracks with the music used on the first three seasons of Alias here. You've got Alias radio now and such, but I figured I'd throw that out there anyway because I am in love with the soundtracks for seasons two and three and am currently downloading one. What fun. And I think I may be rambling in order to avoid Invisible Man.

Er. Not that I'd ever do anything like that, of course.

'Cause I entirely wouldn't.

*cough*

[xenaamber.livejournal.com]

That was a very sweet post. :-)

Memories... Wow.

Let's go through your interesting series of obsessions, shall we?

Xena. That was how we met... Anaita! :D I remember you loving Britney and me loving Christina. I remember the ducks and goats and geese, man! How I wish I still had that post. I've thought you were nuts ever since. Then, many, many role plays, which are a total trip. You should post some extracts. We were really dumb.

Dirty Dancing -- saw it once because you made me... I remember you love(d ?) Patrick Swayze.

Bonnie and Clyde -- I named my dog because of this movie. I still like it. Resulted in many RPs.

Moulin Rouge. Which you saw an obscene amount of times and I saw once, then got the DVD. Resulted in more RPs.

The Doors -- rock on.

Alias -- I am playing along but I am yet to be totally convinced. I am trying though. :-)

More random memories, which will probably run along the same lines as the post above:

Sitting in my family friend's apartment in NYC on a beautiful sunny day IMing you, and you telling me something about being on "Cuban time" in Miami, and me thinking you meant a different time zone.

Our letters at camp! I still have yours -- I was so, so happy to get them all, I sat there laughing my head off at all your nonsense. They thought I was crazy. And writing every minute detail of my life down into them, and they probably turned out none too coherent.

That package I sent you, with video tapes and birthday presents and stuff -- I'm still so bitter those tapes never played. I spent hours on them. And your package, with those uber-good caramel M&Ms and the DisneyWorld keyring that's still on my keys.

IMing you and telling you I was moving out here, and general excitement all around.

Sending you that email about Kevin Smith, because I didn't know anyone else who would understand.

Moving, and us planning when you would be in NY to come and see me. I remember calling you and speaking to your father (who looks totally different to how I imagined him from his voice, btw) and him telling me you'd gone out. Then you called me on the way home from the supermarket and I was amazed because that was where I had come from too. I barely remember the phonecall itself, but I remember how excited I was before and how happy I was after.

Then you came! You turned up on my doorstep! You came and sat on my couch. I remember us not knowing wha to say, and then not stopping talking all night, and walking around New Canaan and going in the toy store, and you talking about "La Plume Dorée" store, which made me think of you every time I go past it. I remember you bringing your own bedding because we'd just moved and were totally not ready for visitors, and I remember us sitting on my bed singing along to the ducks and goats and geese.

I remember seeing your house for the first time and hugging you and talking, and falling asleep watching B&C, and those awesome pasteles I ate too many of, and you thinking I was a wimp in the heat. And that restaurant that took forever to get our food at. And watching Alias and you taking your notes without looking at the paper. And it pouring with rain, and us leaving and crying, and then me lying in a hotel bed a couple of miles down the street and missing you.

All kinds of random things, but I love you. *hugs Madi* And Mum says hi!

[xcoquette.livejournal.com]

I remember our awesome roadtrip in Leonard the pink convertible.