Greetings From a Goddess

[Ileana]

About Illy:

# Name; Ileana (actually, my real name's Molly, but most people around here don't know me as her)
# Age; Just turned 15 the other day!
# Sex; Yes, please! (I love Austin Powers) Female
# Favorite Color; SILVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! (Blue and black are also lovely)
# Special Ability; Apparently, I'm a good singer/writer. ^_^
# Location; Watching youuuuuuuuu (Ontario. That is NOT a state, by the way)
# Rank; Just a lonely lil' commoner.
# Favorite place to be; My rooftop.


Hello all! I'm Illy, or Ily, or Ileana, or Goddess, or even Molly . . . but I think most people around here will be calling me Illy.
Like practically everyone else, I'm from FP, or the Final Prophecy, which, if you haven't heard, is a forum for Harry Potter fans. However, yesterday was my last day as a member, since it's the day the old new new site closed. It's very strange of me to say that, actually, because I've been there for over two years.

Yes, it is true. My greatest dedication in life was to a website.

Whatever.

I'm a singer and a writer (and when I feel like it, a songwriter), and I also play piano and viola (the underrated instrument). To put it simply, music and everything about it--even the politics and late-night rehearsals--is my life. I literally would not be here without it.

Other than that, I've not much to say at the moment. My sister is watching a tape of Cold Case, and it appears to be QUITE intense. And creepy.

Oh: The Office, House, Ugly Betty, Friends, and Whose Line . . . greatest shows ever.

[Ileana]

Yay! I've been getting active around here! How delightful!

This undoubtedly has to do with FP closing down (well, not EXACTLY, but you know what I mean--unless, of course, you were never part of FP, in which case I have to ask how you even FOUND YN) and me being left with very little to do. I need somewhere to channel my less than satiated website energy.

Which I'm sure gets annoying sometimes. You'll all (*cough*EMOHOWL*cough*) have to bear with me in that sense. I must admit, it's been quite nice to not be at rock bottom these days. I'm sure I'll sink back down soon enough.

[Kari]

Eh, s'ojay, Imma become addicted to this simply because I have to be addicted to sOEMTHING. xD
It's that or... Fanfiction again. xD

[Ileana]

Your mother must be SO happy that you've found a new place to wither away your studying time.

[Kari]

She hasn't found out yet. xD

Key word: Yet. My sisters have, they aren't happy.. xD

[Ileana]

You, Karita, are going to have some serious issues . . . eventually.

Now for today's journal entry.

Those of you who have my MSN might have noticed my sporadic appearance throughout the day. I am here to explain that I could possibly be in a lot of trouble with the law at the moment.

The law of my mother, I mean. Basically, I don't know what's happened to my MSN. I was attempting to install Windows Live Messenger 2009, the niftiest, newest version of IM out there (or so I've heard). However, I've not noticed its niftiness, since I CAN'T LOG INTO IT.

I did everything it suggested. It STILL doesn't work.

So then I uninstalled it. Or so I thought. I suppose I didn't, since when I tried to reinstall WL8, it wouldn't let me, since I apparently STILL HAVE WL9, regardless of the fact that I COULDN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE.

When I restarted my computer, though, it popped up all greeting-like. Windows Live 9, of course, not 8. So I attempted to sign in.

Didn't work.

Either it's my firewall, or something is just screwed up here. If it's NOT my firewall (and I have no idea how to change it if it is), I'm harassing MSN's tech support.

[KiaMii]

You're not alone out there, my MSN wont install the newest one for some reason.

[Ileana]

Let's kill it together!
Tay has it now, but she says it's mucho confuso.

[Kari]

0.o That is very weird. And that is why I use Meebo. =3

Oh, I know.... I've been warned never to even attempt heavy drugs. I have far to an addictive personality. >.< ^.^

[Ileana]

Indeed on both counts.

Today was quite lovely, though most of you wouldn't have seen me around. I wasn't around. I was having a tea party.

Yes, a tea party.

I can't really think straight, since it's nearly three in the morning, but I'm happy. My best friend has met some of my new friends (who aren't really new at all, since I met them six years ago--this has been a long time coming, I suppose). And they all seem to like each other.

And none of them hate me!

Joy!

[Kari]

*jealousy* I'm pretty sure I should be talking about this in MY journal but whatever. ^.^

I is jealous of your friends getting along! Currrentlmy, ALL of my really close friends are fighting.

Emma & Janelle&Brittany are mad at Eliza.
Emma& Brittany are mad at Ala
Brittany is mad at Christine
Christine is mad at Brittany
Eliza is mad at Ala.
Ala is mad at Emma

And there are a few littler fights going on that I'm not even going to mention.

[Ileana]

XD We've only got issues with one girl, who should go away. It's delightful.
You, dear, should suggest group therapy.

[Kari]

Nah. I just tell them I'm gunna tie them to chairs and MAKE them talk to each other. ^.^

The worst part is that they don't even acknowlage they're mad! >.<

[Ileana]

Ah, THAT kind of arguing.

Entry for today:

I just finished watching last Thursday's episode of the Office (which I missed due to the whole sleepover thing), and all I can say is . . . WHAT?
WHAT??

Went to my lil' cousin's hockey game today, since it was his last game of the year. I don't spend a lot of time around the ice (I am a bad Canadian), but it was pretty awesome. We lost 2-0, but still. Jackson (my cousin) nearly scored about five times.
HE'S SO TALL.

[Kari]

Well, that tis rather fantablus. OHHHHHH! What happened?!?!?! I missed it! >.<

[Ileana]

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MICHAEL QUIT!

[Kari]

WTFOMGBBQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AWHATWHATWHATWHA?!?!?!?!?!?!

[Ileana]

I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Kari]

BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE THE OFFICE WITHOUT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ileana]

I'm sure he'll come back soon enough. Because, seriously, WHAT?

Today's Entry:

I realized today that the people around me have developed an extremely strange habit. At first I thought it was just the Internet people who were constantly petting me (particularly Silverlit), but . . . Emilie was TOTALLY petting me today, and I came upon the epiphany that she's not the only one. All of my friends, real life or otherwise, keep STROKING MY HAIR!

Which I don't actually have a huge problem with (it's kind of endearing, actually), but it's like when someone taps you on the nose. It doesn't hurt, it's just incredibly confusing.

Emilie says it's because my hair is fun. Steph explained that my hair is strangely soft (I've gotten a lot of agreement on this one). Rachel claims that I'm just infinitely pettable. And Louise thinks it has to do with my fairly feline personality.

Which so figures.