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| 05:53pm 24/11/2006 |
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Sorry for the inconvenience. But it feels so fresh and liberating and all that! I almost don't want to post anything to it, because I will inevitably screw the whole thing up again. XD
Everyone's invited, but it you don't want to add me again, I really understand. Even if we were friends once. Really. It's sad, but it happens.
Bye. |
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| 09:56pm 27/10/2006 |
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Another Harry Potter art exchange thing.
The theme for this quarter was actually "Summer Breeze", but all the Potter characters in my head seem to be doing nothing but huddling and moping in dark places where the windows are closed. |
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| Wighead! |
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| 07:54pm 24/10/2006 |
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This is the outfit I wore last Thursday. No, I did not feel the least bit silly! I was just glad to get to perform at least two songs properly, since my pianist and I had to skip the main event on account of my high fever and state of faggedness. So, does anyone's mum want to hear some live Mozart? I need closure, damn it.
(And I should stop fiddling with my hands like that.)
Apropos of nothing: seeing as you probably need more TV in your life (I mean, who wouldn't?) - check out Heroes if you haven't already. I think it is made of spiffiness. |
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| It's like rain on your wedding day! |
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| 10:34pm 15/10/2006 |
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I, ladies and Kenneths, have one motherfucker of a fever. Well over 39°C the last time I checked.
Not like I don't enjoy a bit of action, a bit of challenge to the old physical being every now and then, but I'm supposed to have big Mozart performances tomorrow, Tuesday and Thursday.
Ecks dee, I say. www.ecksdee.com. |
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| Not so much bravery as stupidity. |
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| 10:54pm 17/09/2006 |
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What have I got myself into? Oh dear, oh dear.
But never mind that now. It should be publically and permanently known that I am discontinuing this journal. I'll post a few more times, just to wrap things up, and then I will announce my new username - don't ask me yet, because I don't know - and that will be that.
Well, it won't be it, obviously. There will still be a me and I will most likely be drifting through life avoiding contact, collision and confrontation, and then wondering why I don't feel real feelings. Or maybe not, maybe I'll change and find another way to exist. Who knows. I just want it to be as detached as possible from this elliebethany person. From who I was and how I expressed myself between the ages of sixteen and twenty. I hope that's not too very exasperating.
"Why do you think Shakespeare wrote something that was in sort of a grey area? Do you think he was just being stupid?" |
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| 09:18pm 24/08/2006 |
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Now is a good time to get something from me, if you should want it. Especially if it's an object that I own. I don't need anything. I could do like Bilbo Baggins and have everybody just come over and take stuff.
To be honest, and though I know sounding over-dramatic is something to be avoided, it really feels like there's no going back to the old. Like it's a time when my life either ends, or begins. Possibly both. People leave their families and homes behind at times like this. I don't know about that, but I might start another journal, at least. Haven't decided on it yet. |
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| 02:48pm 20/08/2006 |
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Dash it, my room is a complete sty again. Apparently the mind has no power over my innate disposition to put clothes on the sofa and papers on the floor.
I'd try and muster some energy, but there's a movie on TV in ten minutes.
The current mindset I've settled on is that the future lasts until Tuesday. If I still find myself in an intact world on Wednesday, I might start thinking further ahead. |
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| 02:58pm 18/08/2006 |
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And the next thing I knew I was locked in an isolated cell with nothing but a thin yellow mattress (and this is being generous with the word), a toilet that couldn't be flushed and a sink that didn't seem to think I deserved very much water. I had no recollection of how I got there or what I was being punished for. I had no sense of time, no contact with anyone, no ability to think, not even my glasses to read the writing on the walls with.
I can kind of remember a lot of falling over, though. I'm bruised in several places and a small piece of my front tooth is missing.
Upon letting me out the police told me I'd been found puking in a train and was deemed unable to make my own way home. No recollection of a train or anything. My bag was lacking in wallet, phone, and book. The wallet I got back though. My parents got it from another police station. No monetary losses. My phone was a pretty cheap one, anyway, but too bad about the book.
This ends my drinking career. |
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| Music |
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| 08:22pm 15/08/2006 |
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It occurred to me that some of these Sendspace links that I've been putting in emails to some random guy are still active, albeit not for long. In case these are of use to anyone:
Rufus Wainwright
Go Or Go Ahead
Barcelona
In A Graveyard
Richard Strauss: Vier letzte Lieder
One
Two
Three
Four
ETA: Ahahah that first sentence was HORRID. I not know the English very good, evidently. *attempts to fix*
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I had a one-adjective epiphany today.
But it was about me, and you're all sick of that crap by now, so. |
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| Contribution |
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| 12:53am 15/08/2006 |
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halfcore and I visited the Basilica of the Holy Blood in Bruges, and there was a guest book! The other entries were mostly about thanking God and so on. I drew an angel in it, and next to that he wrote an improvised poem that was mostly the same as this one. My angel looked very different, though. It more or less sucked. I hope the book wasn't a "Your Message To Jesus" type of thing, that would be embarrassing. |
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| 09:13pm 13/08/2006 |
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The ponds in our garden are deathtraps. |
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| And I've got the Second Coming in my silly mind |
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| 08:20pm 11/08/2006 |
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War
My habit of not keeping up with current events is not one I entirely agree with, and I'm really starting to consider trying to break it now.
Because... wow.
My mum's orchestra is going on a tour of Great Britain this Sunday. They are, of course, not allowed to take their instruments on the plane.
Famine
It's pretty much been beach weather the entire summer, and the world was rendered lucid and sweet. But the crops are really suffering. They'll have to kill a lot of cows, I suppose, and there are no wild raspberries bigger than pinheads anywhere.
Pestilence
Note to self: I hate sniffers.
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| My Only Uterus Update This Decade |
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| 01:11am 11/08/2006 |
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I'm a man when it comes to periods. Uh, in the sense that I can't really understand the dramatic aspect of them, or not very profoundly at least - for me, they mean that for a few days every month, I have to make the small effort of using tampons. That's it. Except in the rarest cases when I get cramps, then I am in pain. But even if that happens, there are no fits of sobs, no outbursts of primitive rage, and no animal cravings involved.
(No, I didn't mean cravings for animals, but. Not those either.)
Giving birth would probably rip me apart, though. I have narrow hips. |
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| I do it for the... cookies |
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| 01:31am 10/08/2006 |
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Something I drew.
This had been brewing in my mind since ages ago - I just decided to get it over with now, since I'm feeling creative and there's so much time to spend, and I had the stained glass idea in my head. And I did like working on it. Because, well, I think it looks good. But as far as character dynamics go, my heart wasn't really in it. I don't think it has anything to do with the spirit of Good Omens, and I think the scenario I depicted has been done to death.
I still like the way it looks, though. |
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| Never mind me extending my metaphors. |
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| 07:56pm 29/07/2006 |
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I came home and a lot of the same mess was still there, accompanied by fruit flies and a faint whiff of compost in the air. Mine is the least neat family I know. I sometimes wish it weren't so.
This trip felt particularly dreamlike for some reason. Now it's like I'm newly awake with recollections in my mind of strange places and new discoveries, and of walking along the picturesque Middle-European streets of my fancy, all of it bathed in sun and slightly blurry. There was that feeling of paralysis, too - you know when you're unable to run or read or think, or to communicate properly through speech. I'm probably not getting my point across here. But everything was much like a dream this past week! And I kind of preferred it to reality.
If I have not told you yet that halfcore is made of awesome, consider it now told. He gave me lots of head massages. And you should all go sign this. |
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| 09:14pm 24/07/2006 |
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We went to the beautiful city of Bruges today. The place gave me the impression of something designed to be as charming as possible. But really, it was charming! Not as homely as cold concrete and badly designed playgrounds, though. I now know the words regicide, step gable and counter-intuitive. I also know that if you say 'autumn scream' in Flemish, the word has eight consonants in a row. ETA: Oh! And multicontextual! ...I like words.
On the way back, in the train, an oldish woman and a little girl who just happened to sit in front of us happened to speak Finnish. I had a little conversation with them. Like woah.
Dear brain,
just try for once. |
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| 12:16am 23/07/2006 |
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OMG, I AM BEING PSYCHOPATHICALLY CHOPPED TO CONVENIENTLY BITE-SIZED PIECES! SEND CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS!
Just kidding. :D
Am intact and having a fabulous time. Even whilst trying to type on an azerty keyboard. |
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