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Moving to: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) oulamort.
Transferring the friends-list as is; kindly return the favor.
Thanks!
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[13 May 2005|01:14pm] |
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'No more mister nice Gaius!'
Best. quote. ever.
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[25 Apr 2004|11:48am] |
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I have committed a most grievous sin - because I wanted to. Well, apart from my attempts at French, which I cannot believe I never learned ... June, 1833. Yes, I know. I'm sorry. Comments, crit, all of that.
( ça alla. )
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| It's official |
[04 Jul 2003|11:34pm] |
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I am irreversibly tainted.
We watched Star Wars tonight, and ... oh, gods. It's just too horrible to talk about.
I adore episodes four through six. But I must be kept away from them at all costs, lest I ruin them. It is absolutely imperative. And after watching, which must only be done in the presence of normal people, I am to be kept from Google for an hour, minimum.
Damnit, I just shouldn't be allowed to watch anything anymore. Not until I learn to stop reading. It's not even reading. It's ... projecting. George Lucas is not cool enough for subtext. And I shall be shot upon mentioning it again.
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| You get me for a small extra fee |
[03 Jul 2003|07:25pm] |
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A nine-hour day at work, today; around hour seven my co-worker Amanda asked if I'd ever seen Strongbad. I don't think we stopped laughing like idiots until I left. But it was a pressure-induced breakdown.
I woke up with an idea instead of flu symptoms, for which I am grateful. I think it may have stemmed from my dissatisfaction with the lack of answers provided (or even questions asked) in 'Order of the Phoenix', and I will be rather upset if the author decides to leave them as plot-holes instead of wrapping up loose ends. But I won't be shocked. So, until such comes to pass, I get to make the answers. So nyeh. The sooner they're contradicted by future canon, the happier I'll be.
If, on an absolute scale of one to ten, your geekiness ranks below a seven, you will now go away. Ye elite who remain, read on.
( What we have here ... )
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[30 May 2003|10:50pm] |
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So. I've decided I'm really not used to being ignored. By people I know, anyhow. If I pass someone on the street, obviously, I don't expect more than a wave, *if* they see me in the first place ... but if I run into someone in front of someone's house, I think it would be nice if they said hello without being prompted too awfully hard.
But I should probably just learn to take a hint. If someone starts to walk by you, you should probably let them.
Three hundred and sixty ... three days ago, this guy was grabbing me around the waist, telling me he had three months to learn absolutely everything he possibly could about me, and running off to his car looking about as happy as I felt. About three months later we (practically) went our seperate ways. I suppose I was expecting that we might be able to talk, later. Aside from "Hi!" "Oh, hey."
I guess not. Okay. Wow. Touch of a kick in the ego. But I need that, every few seconds.
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This is a test entry. La de da. Moodiness, snarking, self absorption, bad spelling, poor writing and grammatical mistakes. Whoohoo. Me me me.
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