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Monday, January 26th, 2009
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4:51 pm - i've still got my one good arm that i can beat myself up with
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) caeseria continues to be an inspiration for me, so I've decided to post something that's been languishing in a folder for awhile now. The four shots of espresso I've just consumed may have something to do with his decision, but we're going to plow forward anyway. I wrote this with the intention to use as little dialogue as possible, since dialogue has always been something of a crutch for me and I am pitifully weak in other areas. I don't think this turned out as good as it could have. But I can only improve from here, right?
...right???!
Arena
Gundam Wing
Summary: Duo's in it, a bear's in it, and you know lots of people are going to die.
Warnings: TWT, superfluous blood.
( don't even try to play dead )
current mood:  LOOK I'M AWAKE
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| Friday, December 5th, 2008
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6:16 pm - forgive me, khorium boar! your death only adds to my failure!
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Someone (someone cool) posted on a very old entry in which, besides posting some drabbles, I mentioned starting a paladin. Well, that paladin is about to turn 80 this evening. Time is a funny thing. /nostalgia
Okay, also, I had to do this too. Blame caeseria.
( My Fandoms as Exes )
current mood:  amused
current music: warcraft log-in music
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6:04 pm - to whom it may concern,
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Grant me the wisdom and patience to guide those
Who are slower and more stupid than I
Such that I may deserve the wisdom and patience
So often given me
When I am slow and stupid
kthx.
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| Monday, November 17th, 2008
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1:36 pm - warcraft? more like borecraft!
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Northrend is really a lovely place. I like that it's a frigidly cold tundra yet still varies in its geography, I like that I can now gain faction with murlocs (see icon), and I am gleefully boggled by the Tuskarr's bizarre accent.
But somehow it manages to be wholly depressing more than anything else. Kill stealing has reached an all-time high I haven't seen since the invasion event (a whole two weeks ago), and despite the fact that NaNoWriMo shrieks and wails that I am so far behind, that some of the most amazing Xbox 360 releases to date have hit the shelves, and there are so many tasty books to read, I still feel pressured to grind levels with thousands of others, to do the same thing I've been doing over and over again for years so I can keep up with my SO's OCD level 75 ass.
But why? As Penny Arcade stated so aptly, I think Northrend will still be there when I feel like visiting. Besides, the joy of World of Warcraft truly comes from the people you play it with, and everyone I know has their face shoved so mercilessly against the grindstone to 80 that they can barely spare me a conversation, not to mention trundle across the tundra with me and my slow, protection-specced self.
There's a song haunting me. It's barely loud enough to be perceived, and I can recognize it but not place it. It's the same repeating few measures. Where is it coming from? For some reason it reminds me of work. Did it follow me home? Is it all in my head? I think I need a nap.
current music: make it go stop, please, i'll do anything
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| Monday, November 10th, 2008
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1:48 pm - rawr, hiss
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I haven't cleaned the coffee machine in a week and I continue to make coffee in it. This makes me--despite previous vehement vows and affirmations--exactly like every adult I've ever known. Add to this the fact that I do not have frosted pop-tarts and Mountain Dew for breakfast every morning, I live with a boy and work in retail, and I have pretty much broken every vow I have made since childhood.
I'm also getting absolutely nowhere with my "novel". I know it's rubbish, and I knew before I started it would be, but I'm finding "it would be awesome" not a sufficient reason to write pages of shit instead of, say, level my druid to 70 or watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Especially since I have acquired a TV that does not fall in half every time someone pushes power, and doesn't change channel when someone pushes volume, and doesn't have a fat pink stripe down the left side as some kind of misguided attempt to distract me from its multiple other issues. Though these middle episodes of Season 7 of Buffy have been sorely lacking in fabulous dialogue and a plot that actually moves, I want to get it the hell over with so I can watch Angel. I was promised Spike/Angel canon!slash, but only if I finish watching Buffy first.
Another reason to rationalize the Quitting of the NaNoWriMo is today I discovered that one of my co-workers is actually a novelist. Sure, no one has ever heard of him or read his books, but still. And I know you have to start somewhere, and not everything is roses, and it takes tenacity and a strong will and moral values, and shut up! I'm going to watch TV.
current mood:  generic disillusionment
current music: crazy -- gnarls barkley
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| Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
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10:13 am - the world has changed...
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First, since my mind is still reeling in relief from last night, I speak of NaNoWriMo.
My name on there is, unsurprisingly, trucizna. It feels a bit cold and alone over there, however, so if any of you shiny people are participating I'd love to know your codenames and be friends. Hell, even if you accidentally came over to this post and think it's boring and we've never met, I think it'd still be cool to be NaNo!Friends. srsly.
I only have half a thousand words, since I am unreasonably embarrassed and refuse to write unless absolutely alone. Oh well.
On another note, my immaturity leaks out of my excitement when I say: OBAMA YO MAMA. Apparently gay marriage didn't fare as well as some of the other distressing issues, but with Colorado magically turning entirely BLUE for the first time in its whole history I have hope that this can change soon, too. Anything is possible if the capital of evangelicalism has turned democrat. o_0
current mood:  oh-so-relieved
current music: lovely silence
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| Tuesday, October 7th, 2008
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11:52 am - priceless
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Baby seals are cute. Baby polar bears are cute. Baby cheetahs are really cute. But you know what else is kind of cute? Baby nerds.
I usually despise small humanoids, but somehow I thought this was pretty neat.
( funkytime )
Now I'm going to go watch Buffy. Then I'm going to look up the Spike/Xander caeseria linked me all those ages ago and reread it, because now it's going to make sense! Awesome!
If anyone else has Buffy!ficrecs, hit me.
current music: we want the funk -- george clinton
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| Friday, August 8th, 2008
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3:30 pm - lovesongs, they kill me
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Right. Now.
Thanks to caeseria, I am now a hopeless Cinema Bizarre addict. This can all be explained by the word "hips". Thank you. For a more detailed diagram, please ask Google.
I've decided that hiding is a valuable life skill and I need to learn how to do it. I have a job interview in a few days, and while the job is appropriately geeky and techy for someone of my social caliber, I still feel the need to look like something other than the unwashed, freckly mass of skin that I am.
So I bought makeup. I got one of those mall makeovers and then went to Wal-Mart to buy the cheaper equivalents of everything. So the makeup on my face right now is expensive, professionally-done, and tasteful. I warned the technician going in that my skin right now is the darkest it will ever be... and I still walked away with the palest shade of foundation they sell. I guess they don't really cater much to vampires? Weird.
I admit I had some high expectations. I expected to feel pretty. But mostly I just feel sticky, and like moving will smear freaky-pale powder all over my shirt. I feel afraid of my face.
This will take some practice, to say the least.
current mood:  overwhelmed
current music: lovesongs (they kill me) -- cinema bizarre
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| Friday, May 2nd, 2008
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1:25 pm - in the throes of a friends-only binge
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Comment to be added. Friends are shiny!
This will not be permanent, however, if you want to wait this out.
Edit: Undone. All fic/writing is now unlocked again. I think.
current mood:  secretive
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| Thursday, February 21st, 2008
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11:01 pm - WTB 1x[Brain] PST
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The [Brain] doesn't even have to be epic.
So I'm trying to write again, but since school and all that's being overwhelming I can't promise anything actually, you know, legible. I have a bad-habit tendency to spew faux-poetry-highfalutin-pretentious crap (and also hyphens), and unfortunately this is an instance of that.
And my vocabulary seems to be missing. If you can find it, please let me know.
One Fifth
Gundam Wing
( four perspectives on a funeral )
current mood:  volatile
current music: paralyzer -- finger eleven
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| Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
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1:59 pm - she liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiives
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as vermachtnis dies? What?
I'm not writing/posting/online as much as I used/ought/yearn to be. I have a zillion valid excuses for this, but nobody cares!
I cleaned up my eljay's appearance back to something default and not-broken. With the disappearance of ol' machty, so vanishes all my access to pretty. No matter. Have a pointless Avatar drabble. (what? when? why? no one knows.)
My Favorite Prisoner
Azula passes the time visiting Suki in the Fire Nation prisons. PG-13. Spoilers for Season 3.
current mood:  wtf?
current music: welcome home -- coheed & cambria
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| Friday, May 4th, 2007
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4:34 pm - it's comin' for ya!
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I found this while cleaning my room. I'm supposed to be packing, right? I salvaged a few sheets of paper from an old notebook. This was in it, along with ( THE PHILOSOPHIZER ).
I probably wrote it during organic chemistry last year. Oh how I wish I could go back to those easy, effortless days of o-chem. There's always something worse. Thanks, physics, for ruining my self-esteem. Anyway, it's here for no reason, other than it's likely to get set on fire with all of my physics notes.
Untitled
Gundam Wing: 5x2, duh. and there's bleeeeeding.
( psychotic bastard )
current mood: volatile
current music: wo qui non coin -- cowboy bebop
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| Thursday, September 7th, 2006
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3:20 pm - gemüsekuchen
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aaah, bless you?
So, Rugby Day Three = Pain. Lots of pain. But since I'm a total masochist (well, not a total masochist. There's a sadist in here somewhere, too. The Things I've Discussed With sevendials lately are evidence enough of this) I'm enjoying every moment of it. Meanwhile, have some fic that was supposed to be for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) gw500 but I fail at that mysteriously elusive game called 'deadlines'. Go figure.
Star-crossed
Gundam Wing: 2x5 (because I have an OTP problem, okay?), angst, post-series
( move move move move move, just go )
current mood:  oooow, i can't walk
current music: super star -- S.H.E.
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| Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
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6:05 pm - happiness is a waxen, two-headed baby
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Why don't I have any GetBackers icons? This must be remedied. On a more pathetic, nerdy note, I won't get World of Warcraft for over a week. I hope my guild doesn't boot me.
/wank
Meanwhile, have some Maria/Ginji witchery!dub-con while Ban watches on jealously. ♥
Hook and Line
GetBackers R. Maria/Ginji, Ban. References to Manga 15.
( Her smile was huge, and he caught the reflection of Asclepius in it, too )
current mood:  stupidly ecstatic
current music: the hand that feeds --- nine inch nails
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| Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
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3:15 pm - i could be tanking the stockades
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Woah, look at me sort of write het. Amazing.
Speaking of uncharacteristic sexual episodes, I totally leered at a middle aged woman at the hospital the other day. She wasn't remotely attractive, but she dressed like she thought she was. I figured she deserved it.
There was actually work to do at work today. Who knew? So I wrote these in-between. Funny how that works.
Take What You Can
Pirates of the Caribbean, post Dead Man's Chest.
summary: Norrington keeps his eyes on the horizon.
( what was the worst day of your life? )
Proper
Pirates of the Caribbean - no spoilers. Elizabeth/Will (as kids).
Summary: Elizabeth has always run circles around dear William.
( only a little )
current mood:  yarrr
current music: something appropriately piratey
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| Wednesday, July 19th, 2006
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11:51 pm - if you let me have my way, i swear i'll tear you apart
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All I have for you are my usual World of Warcraft excuses. I made a paladin, see, and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Et cetera, ad infinitum.
What I also have for you, which may or may not be more exciting, are some drabbles.
Goodbye
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: Sinbad/Proteus, angst (duh), anachronistic references (I’m a pirate, therefore I cheat), pre-movie, slashy.
( Proteus had that look about him )
Trust
GetBackers: Ban & Ginji, DEATH DEATH AND ANGST. Time, what time?
( In Ginji’s humble opinion, they could have found a better place to hide )
Should I be concerned that I only really feel inspired when people are either dying or terminally dumping each other? What's with the insatiable need for angst? Roommate-that-isn't-vermachtnis says that I feed off of it, and that the more boys cry, the more power I gain. It must be true.
current mood:  intrinsically dispossessed
current music: me vs. maradonna vs. elvis -- brand new
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| Thursday, June 8th, 2006
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9:23 pm - it's called puberty, sir.
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"...perhaps you've heard of it? It's quite common among teenage sidekicks."
Because if I write it down somewhere I might actually do it. Maybe.
( Teh WIPs, a list. )
And now, some totally unrelated drabbles cooked up while pondering the Endless Yet Tasty Angst of Scott Summers as I drove home from buying clothes. In case you need a reminder about how sweet Summers angst is, haz click aquí.
Driver’s Ed
X-Men movieverse, Gen, John Allerdyce & Scott Summers, pre X-2, TWT?
No warnings
( Because if Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had driver's ed, Scott would have to teach it )
So Uncool
X-Men movieverse, Gen, young Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Twenty Years Ago
Warnings: none, unless you count budding middle school romance or knowing ( inconsequential facts about Jean referenced in X-3 ) as meriting warnings. Also, I make things up like burning.
( Aaah, youth. )
Okay, I had to get all that out of my system because in a few days I fly back to Nueva York, and access to the internet will be skittish at best for most of the following week. I pine, I perish already. /wank.
Edit: I want to change the subtitle of my journal, but they've rearranged things and now the FAQ's wont tell me how. I feel stupid. Can anybody enlighten me, please?
current mood: resolutely gleeful
current music: somewhere only we know -- keane
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