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8 things about myself.

1. I'm an ass hole.
2. I have no scissors.
3. I don't like people.
4. I don't like getting tagged.
5. I would like my own scissors.
6. I doubt any one of great importantce will read this.
7. I am not married.
8. I need a damn pair of scissors...stupid manual labor...

Dunno how to post icons, so I'm just puttin' the names/links. P:

~Taylor-the-Weird *SilentNeko ~Elenriel ~Bobwa ~frozenfiredragon ~PSYICOMUFFIN

]]> ~Cleonay http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/19124309/ http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/19124309/ Mon, 30 Jun 2008 09:25:09 PDT

It was around three in the morning. Our breaths were heavy as we both gasped for air. Our hearts beat as one; going the same quick pace that indicated just how exhausted both of our bodies were. She was good. But now, there was no questioning the fear in her eyes as I stared her down; wondering what next was I going to do to her. She lay there motionless, as my gaze locked her in place. At least she wasn’t as feisty as she had been during her earlier attempt to escape me. The poor thing. She was so small, so fragile. I could have crushed her with one hand. Her strength was no match for mine. If it weren’t for her incredible speed and agility, she would never have lasted five minutes against me. Despite the fact, she still put up quite a fight once I finally had her. She tried to flee. I lunged at her and held fast as she let out a shrill, desperate cry. She had managed to get a nice bite in me. Her teeth sank into my flesh and left perfect marks behind, as a memoir of her struggle against my unyielding grasp. I was bleeding, but I couldn’t allow myself to loose control. My temper was rising. I held her close until, finally, her struggling had ceased. It was that moment, I knew I had won.

Damn rat. It had taken me almost a whole @*$~ing hour just to capture her. That does not even include the time I took me to put her back into that stupid cage! I mean geez! I know rats are capable of pulling off a lotta fancy stunts, but this one is, like, “Super Rodent!” or something. She’s a tricky rat. And all I can do is sit here and think of how proud I am, ‘Yep, that’s my girl!’

Yet I was still furious! It was late - no - early in the morning, I had work in just a few hours, and I could hardly sleep already… But… then again, her escape was partially my fault… Okay, it was pretty much entirely my fault; I threw a pillow at her, but that’s NOT THE POINT!

Alright, so it was nine-o’-clock at night, while I was at work with a night shift, when I so stupidly thought that it would be a good idea to wire myself on some community coffee (by the way, the parental units of this one don’t need to be informed of this ‘cause I’m not supposed to have caffeine at all). I was sure that it would have worn off by the time I went to bed, which was around one-ish in the morning. This, however, was not the case. So I did what I usually do when I can’t sleep; I tried to force myself asleep by thinking pervert - mean soothing thoughts. It worked after a while of reminiscing, and just as the tide of dreams began to wash over my restless mind, I heard it. It sounded as if something was trying to use its cage as some form of freakin’ air-bounce (you know, those big, blow-up things that little brats like to bounce around in, and usually come in the shape of some retarded castle that looks like its design was stolen form a child’s story book… those things). So I threw my pillow at it.

Kudos to me. By doing this the lid to my rat’s cage was knocked right off. ‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘I just practically gave into her demands!’ Sooo I had to get up and go capture her. And, believe me, it was no stroll in the park (though I tend to hate strolling anyway… ). It basically went like this:
Run.
Dive.
Dodge.
Reach.
Hide.
Find.
Scratch.
Grab.
Bite.
Grr!
SQUEEK!!!

… Yup, that pretty much sums it up for ya. And now here we are staring each other down; one tired and grouchy, the other wide-eyed and trembling behind glass walls… now that I think about it, would it be considered a cage or a tank that she’s in? Cage sounds better ‘cause tanks are for fish, but it doesn’t look like a cage, so I’m just gonna call it her pin. Her glass freakin’ pin with a lid that doesn’t work worth biscuit unless you don’t throw pillows at it… stupid coffee.

]]> ~Cleonay http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/9281077/ http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/9281077/ Sun, 13 Aug 2006 17:42:48 PDT
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: It's a mystery to me!
Birthday: October 21
Birthplace: Earth (yeah, I'm serious)
Current Location: Where's that?
Eye Color: GREEN!
Hair Color: Brown

Height: 5'3" ish
Right Handed or Left Handed: Both
Your Heritage: ummm... Irish, Germen, Sweedish.....Irish
The Shoes You Wore Today: Why does that matter?
Your Fears: ......My mom
Your Perfect Pizza: I'll eat any pizza that doesn't have anchovies or something ureasonable
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: More exercise!!!
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: ...That was smart.
Your Bedtime: WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT!....Or when my parents get mad and tell me to go to bed....
Your Most Missed Memory: Santa (that's all I'm saying about this one).
Pepsi or Coke: Depends on how much sugar I want.
McDonalds or Burger King: They both need to burn and die....
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Whichever has raspberry flavoring.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate! All of it!!!!

Cappuccino or Coffee: Doesn't matter. So long as I can put sugar in it.
Do you Smoke: I'm allergic.
Do you Swear: Hell no.
Do you Sing: Only when I'm happy.
Do you Shower Daily: Yup
Have you Been in Love: No, not really.
Do you want to go to College: Some day.
Do you want to get Married: Only if I'm the head of the house.
Do you believe in yourself: *pinch* OUCH!!! Yup. I exist.
Do you get Motion Sickness: Nope.
Are you a Health Freak: .....I live with health freaks, not sure if I am one though...I like sugar, so probably not.
Do you like Thunderstorms: *nod*
Do you play an Instrument: Not any more.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Shhhhh! You're not supposed to know that!
In the past month have you Smoked: Didn't I already answer this?
In the past month have you been on Drugs: What kind?
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yeah.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: Not a WHOLE box.....
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: no
In the past month have you been on Stage: The world is my stage! You just live in it....^^
In the past month have you been dumped: Gotta have a relationship to do that.
Do you work (as in official work) : No.

In a Boy/Girl: What's that suppose to mean?
Favorite Eye Color: I like green, blue, and red. So I guess if you combine those.....You'd get one screwed color - next question!
Favorite Hair Color: darkish
Short or Long Hair: Depends on the style it's in.
Height: taller then me (that wont be too hard)
Weight: As long as it's not obese, we're good.
Best Clothing Style: dont care
Number of Drugs I have taken: Your question makes me uncomfortable.
Number of CDs I own: If I break them all in half I'd have twice as many.^^
Number of Piercing: Why do you wanna know?
Number of Tattoos: ....I got stickers....?
Number of things in my Past I Regret: That's a little too personal.
People You Tagged With This:
~Elenriel, ~PSYICOMUFFIN, ~SilentNeko, *LunaBeros, ~Kuzaybiko, ~CelticWolfEyes, and other ppl I can't think of (in other words: you can decide if you want to or not ). I can't choose Babwa cuz she's the one who tagged me. *grumble* ]]> ~Cleonay http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/7489160/ http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/7489160/ Mon, 02 Jan 2006 13:21:07 PST
And yes, I know, my journals are all incredibly short. I like them that way. ]]> ~Cleonay http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/6993352/ http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/6993352/ Tue, 08 Nov 2005 18:07:46 PST Plz help. Thank u for ur time. I'm off to watch cartoons now. ]]> ~Cleonay http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/6448981/ http://Cleonay.deviantart.com/journal/6448981/ Thu, 08 Sep 2005 09:43:45 PDT We're all scattered and sepparated from one annother. School is out for another month or so, maybe more. It looks as though a tornado whent through our neghborhood (geologists say one/two really did). Our fridge in the laundry roomis now in the living room, the fridge in the kitchen is now in the sunroom, our couhes are missing, the file cabbnet is throught the back wall allong with tha coffy table and lounge chair, our boat is in the neghbors' yard, some one else's boat is in our yard, unidentified objects are every where as well as the stench or dead bodies, water mold, watter rott, and any other type of watter dammage you can think of fills our house, you can no longer recognize our rooms, and sewige watter is now mixed with the fresh water!

Iam now living with other family members in Florida. This extra long vacationis gonna suck, I konw it. With finding a way tobuild a whole new house, and getting the money to do that and every thing. As if my family hasen't been through enough all ready:!: And trust me, if u know me in person, u know the hell I'm talking about...It's not safe to touch anything any more, and most of the things that even survived will still have to be burrned or bulldosed over because of all the bacteria! So if u didn't evacuate and, yet, survived, u just might die anyway if a new disease hits u.

Annoyed and almost living like a hobo, I'll still try to atleast draw something...I lost all my coloredpencils as well...And whut I have just described to u isn't even half as bad as the ppl down in neworleans, which is really wierd cuz we had just about a direct hit from the eye of Katrina.

Oh, and please forgive me if I don't read/reply to any comments for a while if at all. Same goes for journals and devinatons. I'm really sorry. ]]> ~Cleonay