Another month draws slowly to a close. Soon we will be in store for all the treats of one of my favorite holidays of the year: Candy Capturing Day. That is when little kids dress up in cool disguises and go out to capture candy in bags, buckets, and other varied containers. The true secret is to sneak up on the door behind which the candy is hiding and then entice it to come out by screaming, "Trick or Treat" as the door opens. Get your lungs ready, little ones, the louder you scream, the more candy is scared into your bag.

Now, I think it is time to reflect on this month. I have learned a few valuable things, so I thought I would share them with my readers. Let me see:

1. Basketball is way cooler than a free meal.
2. Male birds are the ones who have to look beautiful to find a significant other, in fact this applies to a lot of animals, therefore you boys should get dolled up for me.
3. The less you listen, the more they talk.
4. The less you care, the more they want you to.
5. If you aren't invited, don't invite yourself, they are losers anyway.
6. Those poor fans of Bella and Laura Kewl need some nice applications to fill out.

Today, I have had the joy of looking through little, tiny books about birds. That keeps making me singing a Nirvana song for some reason. Anyway, I have found some great names that would make better insults used under the right context. I have decided to list them for you. There are more than ten, but people seem to like top ten lists, so we'll see what I can do.

10. Pelagic Cormorant--If you had ever seen this bird you would understand. This is the perfect name for someone so hideously ugly that you want to use two long, funny-sounding words to express it.
9. White-collared Seedeater--This is the perfect word to describe those snotty people who are so concerned with maintaining their figures that they nibble on small foods not noticing that they are wasting away from malnutrition.
8. Booby (masked or red-footed)--This is the name for those people of incredible stupidity. The masked variety tries to hide the fact that they are idiots behind a mask of words and explanations. The red-footed kind knows they are stupid, but charges into intellectual conversations without realizing they are about to be burned again.
7. Ashy Storm-Petrel--This is a pejorative name for those people who smoke so much that they have a resemblance to a well-used fireplace. The storm comes into effect because they also have a stormy cloud of smoke around them.
6. Grakle (boat-tailed or common)--Grakles tend to be those people who pop their head into a room and instantly think they own the place. The boat-tailed variety will resort to violence to get people to respect their claim to the imaginary throne, while the common grakle just uses a loud voice.
5. Brown Noddy--A cross between your common brown noser and the ever-agreeable yes-man, this individual kisses up as they agree with everything their current "fearless migration leader" is saying. Sometimes this is verbal, but most often it is done with a silent, reassuring nod.
4. Eastern Wood Pewee--This insult is used to refer to short people from the east who have not had much training in normal conversation. These are the people who look up at you with little beady eyes as they stick their hand into the casserole dish to scoop out some food, completely ignoring the serving spoon.
3. Red Crossbill--The perfect term to refer to that ex-friend who always yelled at you for ever being unhappy and then decided to double cross you.
2. Towhee (spotted, canyon, eastern, etc.)--The perfect term for the silly friend whose car is more often seen being towed than moving of its own volition. The type of towhee that they are depends upon where they are seen being towed and by whom.
1. Marbled Murrelet--These are a hypocritical breed of people who don't know who you are unless they need something from you. They have so much going on in their lives that you find them in moments of repose, staring blankly past you like a marble statue.

I also got to hang out with the happy shiny people. We had some delicious pasta and tasty cheesy bread. We also had salad, but it was just salad. I know you were hoping it was exotic salad or something, but no such luck.

It has been rather rainy and dreary, so I decided to brighten the world by wearing my cloak and my velvet dress. I believe I raised a few eyebrows, but that is nothing new. Beautiful women in long cloaks always bring a certain special aura to the world, especially when there is water and dreariness involved. Come dance in the rain with me, before the sun sets and the world stops spinning only for us.

Welcome to party central where Bella leads her own version of a party. Always the gracious hostess, she does what she can to entertain. Sit right down and listen for a moment to the words and wit that pour forth from her keyboard to your eyes.

Well, that is it for today folks. Although I could go on for hours about cute birds and ones that just have interesting names, I may scare away even my most faithful followers. Sleep well and dream dreams of sweet smiles and happy hairs.

Such sadness when I awake from my nightmare to find that it is my reality. Cold and dark is the hatred that weighs me down. Not my own for love consumes me with its fire and hatred stands no chance. I am sorry if I forgot that I do not belong. Like and immortal who knows only love, I am lost here in your world. I am the answer to your questions, but no where near your dreams for you can not see me beyond the facade that I must assume on this earth. It is your loss, and when you weep, I fear I will no longer be there to see and wipe them away.

IN SHORT: I hate men. Don't ask, you probably don't care.

On a positive note, read more banned books. Of course, you have the right to choose not to read them, but in some cases you may not know what you are missing. In other cases, you may be too young to understand *wink*.

Not much to see here today. I am just trying to figure out why all the people in my life are whacky. It probably has something to do with the fact that I am pretty whacked myself. Ah well, eventually, I shall figure it out.

The sun comes up and so do I, rising from my beauty sleep with stars in my eyes. My cat was nice enough to give me a back massage and a bit of acupuncture this morning. You would be amazed what cats can do through a thick blanket with those nice little claws. So I decided to reciprocate his affection by giving him food. I have to keep him on the path to phatness after all.

Oh yes, I know you were all concerned about the conclusion of the wonderful game of Risk which occurred on the eve of today. Aaron, who has developed some weird nickname for himself, was the first to accept defeat. I think he was too distracted by Sully and Mikey (Monsters Inc.) to play to his full potential. He was followed by my co-hobbit who fought valiantly while being studious. Then came the defeat of Will representative of the Gray Havens. Jeff (and vicariously, the lovely lovable Bella) and the green armies of the Shire then conceded defeat to the red army of Senor Dan. Celeste, too accepted her defeat leaving the red forces in control of the world.

I can see how much you care by the fact that you are sleeping on your keyboards. I assure you this is not good for them. First of all, it fills your open windows with random letters and numbers and symbols that may be mistaken for a code. This brings the NSA, FBI, and the CIA knocking on your door to cart you away Hackers style (btw, hackers and crackers are two different breeds of geeks. I have mentioned this before, so go review the notes, students.) The second problem arises when you drool on your keyboard, causing all the keys to stick.

I also got to man a Banned Books display. People walked by and observed our lovely display, but they were too shy to come over and ask those pressing questions. Everyone wants to know why people would ever ban books. I know because all my friends pop quizzed me when I mentioned the joy of my day to them. In case you plan on asking, I did not memorize all of this information, but I can look it up for you.

Not much else of interest has occurred today, but perhaps I shall have some tiny tidbits to add later. In the meantime, I shall ponder battery powered cooling and warming socks. Have a good one, party peoples.

So here we are again. A beautiful game of Risk is about to commence. I am watching the happy, shiny people put out their pieces. Jeff has kindly offered to let me play vicariously through him. Will is sorting out cards to increase the happiness of others as they select them. Craig is watching from a cool papasan chair. My co-hobbit, that buff stud Mike is sitting across the room playing with his laptop who will remain nameless for its own protection. Dan is going to bring the red armies to glory and Aaron shall be yellow and happy like the sun. Matt is studying Spanish so that he will be ready to order his next meal at Taco Bell.

The excitement in the room is building, so I shall quickly review my day. I woke up early and fed those charming hairballs who call me mom, protector, food supplier, and sometimes chew toy. I stumbled into the bathroom where I danced happily around, preparing to face the world. I was soon ready and ran down the hill to church. I was later, but I was there:)

Miss Kewl and I got to hang out and learn to be better shiny people. I then got free pizza at my friends' house. Dani, Paul, Gina, and Kayla are the coolest. I then got to prove my worth as a librarian by helping Dani attain wisdom. I feel that I succeeded admirably as he went home happy. I then got to hang out and eat with my great friends again before coming here where the fate of the world shall be decided by a rousing game of Risk. Rock on, little readers, I shall sing my song of joy more later.

Today, I am 23 years and two months old. Imagine that, a woman who is not afraid to admit her age. I like to think of myself as a unique individual. Most of the time, people agree with me. *looks around the room* I got three yeses and a no. Dan just had to be an individual. Pam is playing the piano beautifully behind me (inspiring, I might add). Xax and Craig are playing a rousing game of ping pong. Bing bong. Sing song. Wring wrong. Ding dong.

Oh dear, I must have got off on a rhyming tangent. Must be withdrawal from my magical guild leadership. One must have a following to lead, mustn't one? Well, someday Horizons shall be revived and it shall be full of life and one-of-a-kind areas by the beautiful and wonderful Bella. You know you love me.

We had another rehearsal for the Murder Mystery. You should all rush out and buy tickets right now if you are going to be in town on the 11th of October, so you can watch the story unfold. There I go advertising again, but what more could you expect. They always hire charming women to advertise for the latest products and bring them to life. I shall have more fun for you later, so feel free to drop back by.

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Wow, I am a Kangaroo and a mother. Look I am also great with children and months ago you thought I was joking about my massive amounts of estrogen a while back. Well this just proves that I was telling the truth now go away, I have sleep to catch.

So I got up again and threw myself in the shower with minutes to spare. I may not have got up at all if a five pound ball of hair hadn't thrown itself onto my stomach with its claws out this morning. I then proceeded to make even more of my magical cards disappear from my desk. Of course, when I was about to cry because they were almost gone, I decided to go upstairs and talk to some microfilm. Microfilm always have so much to offer in the way of conversation.

So I was sitting here watching Miss Kewl sleep. I know that all the boys out there are jealous. At least she doesn't fall asleep in people's beds while the world is being divided among her friends. That is something only Bella can get by with. Of course, it helps when the owner of the bed is not using it. Otherwise there could be massive trauma. I mean, how would Rodney feel if he found out I slept next to people who weren't him? He might really bite my foot off. Now she is awake and eating Cup'O'Noodles. Eat more Noodles.

What Planet Are You From?
quiz by The Autist Formerly Known As Tim

Another day with my loyal subjects draws to a close. I must type of the joy they bring. There is nothing like a pile of cards that need you to make you feel loved. I am not referring to playing cards though with markers in black and red, I could easily make the world's most interesting deck of cards. Some days, it even looks like I am playing solitaire with them.

I also got to raid the candy jar. Now, all my long terms readers know the importance of the candy jar. They have read the love stories and seen the lyrics. There is nothing like a bunch of librarians hyped up on sugar. We sing. We dance. We process books, so you can find them and read them and use them to do your research papers.

But that is not what is truly important. What is truly important goes back to earlier journal entries. I hope I do not astonish you too much, but I took the test to see which Muppet I am. The results should not astonish those who know me well and love me.

	You are Miss Piggy! You're something of a diva, but that's only because it would be a crime to let your looks and talent go to waste. Vous êtes magnifique!
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TOP TEN REASONS WHY I AM MISS PIGGY

I awakened late this morning to find that I was late to report to my throne room. Apparently, I scared away the small rectangular servant who wakes me up bright and early in the morning. After losing all my lovely francophone countries in a game of Risk, I was just not sure that I could go on. I made it into a state of wakefulness thanks to the Queen of Serials who called to make sure I was alive.

I then rushed into the shower so I could be clean and shiny for all of my loyal subjects. Little did I know that so many of them would be in my throne room awaiting me this morning. They were all lined up in their little seats with all the love in the world for me. I decided to let them wait as I handled my Lowly Disreputable Re-subjected subjects, commonly called LDRs.

Monsters Inc. comes out today so I have even more fun and joy to look forward to than usual. Being a type of lovely and lovable monster, I understand how they feel about scaring poor innocent children. In my case, it is men that run fleeing before me. It is no good to be misunderstood for the person who is misunderstood or the one who misunderstands. Let me illustrate.

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Gliding through the watery depths of my thoughts, my beauty is not equaled by any mortal who walks the land. I can step forth and join them, frolicking on the grass, but I must always return to the solitude of the stream that gives me birth. I am she who can not be understood by those who have not rode the waves. I am she who is eternally caught in the torrential downpour of the waterfall of emotion. I am no mermaid; I am a nymph at home in the water, as one with the water, the spirit of the water.

Underneath the surface of the crystal water, something ripples. A face appears, wavering with each wave. A figure follows it. Beautiful, gentle eyes gaze up from the water--green then brown then golden like drops of sunlight reflected on the surface. Lovely lips smile and a delicate hand with long slender fingers seems to beckon from beneath the surface, breaking free for a second to send down a cascade of sapphire droplets.

He who stands on the edge can not resist. He gazes upon this visage of pure beauty, enraptured, lost. He needs the unwarranted love and unending comfort he sees in its depths. Watery lips seem to open and speak. Inside he feels the echoes of the words they speak like some poem, oft heard but never repeated until now.

Come closer. Let me touch you. Let me hold you for a moment. Let me lift you. Let me quench your thirst. Let me cool you down. Let me wash away your pain. Let me help you forget. Let me caress you gently with my hands, my lips, my hair as I wash over you.

Feel the power of my love washing over you in a tempest, begging you to stay. Feel your pain lessen and your mind feel relieved. Feel how I can bring you peace. Hear the silence. Hear the pounding of your heart relax. Hear the call of all that destroys you, stealing you from this moment.

Turn from me. Rise up, letting my comfort drip from your broad shoulders and slender figure. Walk upon the shore. Feel the smooth stones under your feet whose sharp edges I have worn away to lure you here. Walk away from all that I offer. Walk further into the forest and beyond. Enter the city where you feel you have your home.

Listen to the rain falling on your window. Listen to the water flowing in dirty fountains. Listen to the noise. Hear the world spinning painfully. Hear your heart beating uncomforted. Hear me calling from a distance.

Can you ever return to the comfort once offered? Can you turn back and embrace love once tossed aside? Can you believe that it was all for the best? Can you believe that you have no role in shaping your fate and your loss?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeep!!!

Okay, you need to wake up now. This journal entry is not nearly as boring as the last. In fact, to liven things up, I have decided to delve deeper into my cereBella. This initiated from a chance meeting with the powerful Tremere Toby. (If the word doesn't mean anything to you, you don't play enough RPG's.) He mentioned his recent discovery that he really is a Tremere. He attained this inside information through an online quiz.

So I went out and found some online quizzes. I shall post the most insightful ones with my own commentary over the following couple of entries to entertain you and give you something to do in your spare time. I know you will all run right out and test yourselves in order to be as bodacious as me.

I should discourse with you on the exciting events of my day before I get into this new trend however. I woke up a little later than I expected and rolled out of my bed. You should picture this huge four poster affair swathed in a canopy of velvet. Of course, I was wearing a long satin gown that was very discreet, yet still lovely. Upon landing on the floor, I slipped into some clothes and slipped past the guards to feed the prince and princess of my household.

They thanked me by ignoring me as they crunched happily. I then threw things into my magical bag and threw on some shoes. Rushing down the hill at top speed, I made it to work. It is hard work sitting on my throne and creating and updating the happiness of LDRs the world over, but someone has to do it.

So anyway, you are all curious about my first quiz results. I can tell by the expectant, searching look on your face as you skim over the rest of this entry. I decided to verify what I have been telling you for months. I had to see which LoTR character I am. This should not come as a big surprise to you:)

Which LOTR Character are you?
Quiz by blantoncirith

I came in as a hobbit. At first, it tried to tell me I was Legolas, but when I changed my sarcastic answers, the truth came out. I am short and love to eat. I even have furry feet (after the cats rub against them), so it was meant to be. Besides, I save the world every day of my life through the mere joy of my presence. Keep smiling down at me, oh tall ones.

Once more I have deserted you, keeping all my wisdom to myself. Don't worry though, I have returned to my keyboard with my beautiful, happy self to brighten your world. Friday night's festivities wore me out, causing a certain lethargy on Saturday.

Digging through my magical treasure trove was quite profitable during the scavenger hunt. We still didn't win, mainly because I do not live in a hotel. I do have aspirations for hotel domination though. Someday I will have a string of hotels called Annabella's Sanctuary. This would be the perfect place for vacations.

I spent yesterday sleeping and trying not to accomplish anything. That would be my version of a vacation. I try not to leave my lovely fans behind for too long though. I also took the opportunity to catch up with some old friends. I watched the Facts of Life movie. Seems all of the girls were lucky in love, none so lucky as Nat though. Very amusing to one who is vacationing in their living room:)

Today has been a day of much excitement. I woke up and threw myself at a shower while my smallest, fluffiest admirers cried to be allowed to join me. No worries, I will oblige them with flea baths later. I then got a ride from the lovely and talented Tressa further south where we met up with the rest of the happy, shiny people. Then I returned to my home where I proceeded to continue my vacation and clean my charming castle. Have a good one, dear ones.

Another Friday the 13th is upon us with all the incumbent horror that it brings. We wake up from our warm, soft, comfortable beds and stretch luxuriously before stepping out into the nightmare. The air is cold, chilled by the spirits of the dead. Our breath hangs in it for a moment like fog or mist, making everything more eerie. Every footstep echoes and every heartbeat pounds forever--a cadence preceding doom. But still we rise and make our way out into that dark world.

We step out into the kitchen and eat our breakfast. Bugs may be hidden in our cereal, but we have much bigger monsters to frighten us. The krow is breathing down our necks backward, pushing us out into the chilly morning air to face it. The bright sun tries to dispel the knowledge that the monster is near, but every step brings us closer and closer. Our footsteps grow heavier and heavier until at last we are krow's slave, slaving away in the glow of fluorescent torture.

Soon more monsters and ghouls will be upon us, but we know that in less than 24 hours, the dreaded Friday shall be over. Jason will go back to sleep or back to preventing promiscuity and drug use. We will all wake up to a shiny Saturday the 14th. The world will rejoice.

So anyway, I am just sitting around directing people. I wish there were two of me, then I could tell them riddles and laugh at my own jokes. Oh well, not everyone is cool enough to have their own personal clone. Those of you who do need to steer clear of me though, unless you want a flood--not that I would be so jealous that I would cry or anything.

I woke up to a cheerier day with a pounce from Ziggy. It appears that she wanted affection and was convinced that she could get it by slamming herself into my body over and over. This only prompted a visit to the little IMPs room when I finally did decide to get out of bed. Then I fed them and ran away, leaving their world all happy and shiny.

Work was pretty eventful with LDRs jumping out at me from every direction. After defeating them and putting them in their place for a while, I decided to take a lunch break which involved cleaning out my e-mail. You can see how exciting every moment of my life is.

Then it was back to the trenches, fending off those little rectangles of cardboard. They came at me from the left, faked to the right and ended up right where I expected them. After this crushing defeat, perhaps they will not fight so hard tomorrow. As tomorrow is a busy day, I fear I shall have to cut this short. Keep smiling:)