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Nyz: From what I've been able to determine, the most efficient method of killing a snake is either to decapitate it if your weapon is sharp, or to crush the skull quickly if it is not.
Not that I'd kill a snake, of course; I used to have a pet snake when I was a kid, named Slick. I'm pretty sure my mom had my sister kill it for her by taking it out at night and putting it into the ventilation system to freeze to death.
Actually, I put it away one night (I reeaally liked playing with it) and locked its cage, as I do every other night. Did. Damn. Anyway, that cage was locked. Next morning, unlocked, no snake. Never again would the vision of that snake grace my childlike eyes.
Of course, the house never smelled any different; the freezing thing is really just what I came up with at the time. It's far more likely that they simply released him; I doubt either of them would kill anything.

You know, there are certain circumstances in which I can see myself killing a snake. Huh.

Anyway.

My pets tend to kill themselves, especially if they're parakeets. We can't own parakeets. When I was a kid, we had two; they pooped in their own food, then ate it, thus fatally poisoning themselves. The most recent one, about four years ago, stuck its foot through the cage, then thrashed wildly, successfully breaking its own neck, proving in so doing that it is far more creative than any teenager I've ever met. Pretty cool, actually. My mom's dog ran off and froze to the ground, but I doubt the freezing part was really intentional. Of course, neither were the parakeet incidents, but they certainly seem like it.

Also, you ended at least two sentences with prepositions. wink

By the way, what surprised you about China being on my list?

Oh, and while I'm stacking on footnotes, I've found that the music you've given me is very good for writing stories and computer code.

Pink: Well, in that case, no, I can't say I am. We have a program on Tuesdays and Thursdays called 'FOCIS', though what the acronym means, I couldn't say. On Tuesdays, we have Socratic seminars and I enjoy those, and on Thursdays... well, for the past two weeks, we've spent Thursday watching Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure.
Speaking of which, my mom and I got Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey from a Pizza Hut dude about five years ago or so.

I have a gray Marvel Comics T-shirt that simply shows all of their popular heroes, a brown Saturday the 13th one I bought myself for Christmas, and a couple of red dress shirts.
Oh, and I have dark grey/black bellbottoms. Heheh. What now.
I do find it curious, however, that having undergone great mental shift, you still possess the same 'voice,' as it were. Mine has shifted somewhat, not really in proportion to my mental perceptive shifts, but there are a few fairly innocuous differences here and there.

Clem: I'm actually very glad for that fact. When I was a kid, I asked my brother, Lord Jeff the Gweat and Tewwible, what 'sarcasm' was. The only time I can remember him really tripping for an answer, and I can understand why. Not really easy to explain something like that.

Heh. As my nephew grows up, I plan on doing to him all those things my brother did to me. Offering to let him watch me play video games, provided he scratch my back the whole time; convincing him that taking fish oil supplements will allow him to breathe underwater; telling him that eating apples and whatnot will "increase his HP" (which probably accounts for my fondness of apples); putting him in the deep freezer; stuffing him in a trash can... oh man, it's gonna be fun.

ALL!: I was gone when my dog bit my nephew's face off, right? I never told you guys about that?

Eh, I've had an interest in Far Eastern cultures for a while now. I wrote a full story entirely in Chinese when I was in... eh, either fifth or seventh grade. Probably fifth. I only remember a handful of characters, though. I'd really like to find that story...
Although yes, I do also want to see Europe.
You gave me some Angelspit, Skinny Puppy, so on.

Uh, only part. And really it wasn't 'off,' per se, but there was some major damage done. I was babysitting Kelly (the aforementioned 2-year-old), and left the living room for less than ten seconds to put a dish in the sink. As soon as I left, I heard the dog growl and make a sound I'd never heard before. I went back in the living room, and Kelly's flat on the couch, with the dog biting at his neck. So, I ran over, grabbed the dog, threw him through the wall with the kitchen on the other side, checked Kelly really quickly, then threw the dog downstairs. Down most of them, anyway; he did fall a bit. Kelly ended up having a gash down the length of his nose, two pucture wounds around the eyes, one beneath the chin, and two on the neck itself. Blood all over the house, two blankets were soaked, there were trails (actual unbroken lines) going down the hallway, we had to throw the couch away... I never would've figured babies bleed so much, man. They're... small.
It's funny, I do believe that was my first time saving anyone from anything life-threatening. I was a little let down, though, when I had to tend to an injured baby for seven hours with no way to get a hold of anyone.
Baby healed, dog went to Grandma's (even though most of the family opted for making him die, my Gramma took him because she's hoping Mom will take him again, which won't happen), I was congratulated a few times, which I feel was unwarranted. I mean, all I did was throw a dog through the wall, which I would think I'd get yelled at for doing, but apparently that's good now.As for the taste, I imagine it tasted terrible, actually. Kelly eats far too much crap food, and I can tell you that you really are what you eat, at least to an extent. Crap food and medicine makes your blood disgusting. Fruit and whatnot (especially pineapples, for whatever reason) are held to make you quite delicious. Don't ask how I know that.

Christian: Oh that poor child. Good save, my friend. How frightening.

My extreme changes are due to a wondrous difference in circumstance; I no longer reside with my family, for one.

Nyz: But of course I do. =)

Oh, I never told anyone? > >;;;

Yes, I do! I have been living with Mike [my love] and his family, in addition to our friend Derrick whohasbeenlivingheresixmonthslongerthanIandisdatingmylittlesister, since mid-November.

His parents provide for me, and I am so certain of my successes and potential now; I have my own room, but when his sister visits from her Army time [she kills bitches with a turrent and tanks xp ] I borrow Michael's bed. We're good friends.

He also has a brother, a Marine Corps sniper, that I am fairly close to. D-Rek has 'is room.

I wake up and fall asleep to love, and kisses, and hugs, each day. =) He is extremely different from David. We have yet to engage in a true fight, we've known each other since our Freshman year of high school and dated briefly once; past that time, we were frenemies and very close, as well.

Because of it we have moved past any negativity, and are perfect. Really. Really. Super perfect.

^____________________^ I will gush more laterrr.~

I know how it is. All the same, I am glad you two are happy.

Having both parties die at the same time actually seems the best ending because techniacally in that case it never ended, their love outlasted their themselves.

Thank you, Jack. Hopefully we can speak more extensively some time.

GIRLFRIENDS? After Willow?

Mike's military sister has the same humour as you and I, if not slightly odder! She is a true gem.