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Posted 12/22/2008 6:27:36 AM
So, yesh. I got HBP. And I am tweaking out, seriously. SPIRIT WEST COAST!. . All fanfic EVERYWHERE will change. I'm not even DONE with the book, and it fucked up everyone's fanfics. Hehehe. *teh ebil* I mean, I was on page 24 and everything was all screwy. And this is seriously "Harry Potter Gets His Hormones" and it should include a pamphlet about sexual urges and such. EVERYONE wants to snog everyone else and Harry becomes a horny little bastard. "Monster in his chest", my ass. Monster in his PANTS. XDSo yeah. That wasn't really a spoiler, was it? No. It's just fucking funny. I want to keep reading. I must...keep...reading!.
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Posted 12/17/2008 9:39:02 PM
Otouto-chan posted his poetry on his LJ, so I though I'd do it too.What Magnus Never TaughtI am Lestat to your soulWhat he never was to LouisThe one to explain the changes you feel you seeLike a master of oldI will show you the dance steps, guide you through the fightTeach you what you need to survive the nightTo have a heart of goldGentlemanly conduct shall be my prideHow to treat a woman? As I said, Ill be your guideFor your years all toldI shall be silently thanked by you, for showing how it should beBut shall I ever get it right for me?
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Posted 12/17/2008 9:38:57 PM
Otouto-chan posted his poetry on his LJ, so I though I'd do it too.What Magnus Never TaughtI am Lestat to your soulWhat he never was to LouisThe one to explain the changes you feel you seeLike a master of oldI will show you the dance steps, guide you through the fightTeach you what you need to survive the nightTo have a heart of goldGentlemanly conduct shall be my prideHow to treat a woman? As I said, Ill be your guideFor your years all toldI shall be silently thanked by you, for showing how it should beBut shall I ever get it right for me?
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Posted 12/15/2008 6:17:23 PM
Far too fucking late at night. faaaaaaaaaaaaar too late. And yet, I go through, reading everyone's LJ's, and it digs up so many new things.David and Joe. I've known them forever. The newspaper only sees this odd form of sibling rivalry. They asked David the stupidest questions. The problem is that they see a kid who does okay in school and a kid who does really well, who are brothers, and in Academic Decathalon. They don't see the David and Joe I do. David. Lu'cas' love. This kid who always seemed like this massive genius. I was always in awe of Bishop, and I still kind of am. I see his medals, proclaming his intelligence, and yet he denies he is smart. I read that his GPA is no higher than mine, but I see that I could never deal with what he has dealt with. I could never do AD. I would die before anything. I'll stick to the stage, thanks. They don't see the guy who came out as gay, who's parents thought punishment would somehow "cure" their son of sexual orientation.I remember Joe the best from our days on Science Olympiad. Us sitting there and running over various scientists together, and the theories they came up with. I remember him drilling me on the crossword, and because of his help, I took 2nd place. He had a rather dry wit, and I kind of miss him being around.Now, Will.I've been tripping over him. I don't know why. I became friends with him again, and everything I ever felt came flooding back in this rush that threatened to knock me on my ass. He insists that he's an asshole, that I missed his time of being nice. I missed all of his times, his moments. I wish that I had been...something different than I was in freshman year. I wish that I hadn't been a stupid goth that wanted to end her life before it started. Does he know that it was his face I saw as I stared at the bathroom wallpaper printed with angels? His lips on mine as I drank the aspirin much as one would drink water? His touch, his scent, his face, HIM, as I lay on the floor of my bathroom,dying? And then, him holding me as I vomited all 500 of the aspirin into the toilet? Does he know that he was much more of an integral part of my almost-death than he thinks he was? Of course not. Because I never told him, may never tell him. I don't even think he cares.My last point of business:I feel so meh. Like every day is nothing more than a vast beige landscape of nothingness sweeping out to meet me in its neutrality. It sickens me that I have lost all of my color. I haven't been with any of my other friends in so long. Lu'cas, Liv, Jess, David, Bryt, Heather...any of them. I haven't been included in anything they've done. I need to be taken away before I flunk any harder, before my nights are stolen from me by my past stupidty and I am thrown into night school. I want color, I want texture, I want a night with all of my friends. I want to drive everywhere, I wanna go see a movie, to play DDR, to get Will to sneak out of his house, to drive around with all of the SuperQueers and Will in Thomas' truck, and go to Circle Park, and to run and climb trees, and have no inhibitions, to kiss whom I want when I want, to not care for a night.Goddess, save me, and give me my night.
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Posted 12/15/2008 6:17:11 PM
Far too fucking late at night. faaaaaaaaaaaaar too late. And yet, I go through, reading everyone's LJ's, and it digs up so many new things.David and Joe. I've known them forever. The newspaper only sees this odd form of sibling rivalry. They asked David the stupidest questions. The problem is that they see a kid who does okay in school and a kid who does really well, who are brothers, and in Academic Decathalon. They don't see the David and Joe I do. David. Lu'cas' love. This kid who always seemed like this massive genius. I was always in awe of Bishop, and I still kind of am. I see his medals, proclaming his intelligence, and yet he denies he is smart. I read that his GPA is no higher than mine, but I see that I could never deal with what he has dealt with. I could never do AD. I would die before anything. I'll stick to the stage, thanks. They don't see the guy who came out as gay, who's parents thought punishment would somehow "cure" their son of sexual orientation.I remember Joe the best from our days on Science Olympiad. Us sitting there and running over various scientists together, and the theories they came up with. I remember him drilling me on the crossword, and because of his help, I took 2nd place. He had a rather dry wit, and I kind of miss him being around.Now, Will.I've been tripping over him. I don't know why. I became friends with him again, and everything I ever felt came flooding back in this rush that threatened to knock me on my ass. He insists that he's an asshole, that I missed his time of being nice. I missed all of his times, his moments. I wish that I had been...something different than I was in freshman year. I wish that I hadn't been a stupid goth that wanted to end her life before it started. Does he know that it was his face I saw as I stared at the bathroom wallpaper printed with angels? His lips on mine as I drank the aspirin much as one would drink water? His touch, his scent, his face, HIM, as I lay on the floor of my bathroom,dying? And then, him holding me as I vomited all 500 of the aspirin into the toilet? Does he know that he was much more of an integral part of my almost-death than he thinks he was? Of course not. Because I never told him, may never tell him. I don't even think he cares.My last point of business:I feel so meh. Like every day is nothing more than a vast beige landscape of nothingness sweeping out to meet me in its neutrality. It sickens me that I have lost all of my color. I haven't been with any of my other friends in so long. Lu'cas, Liv, Jess, David, Bryt, Heather...any of them. I haven't been included in anything they've done. I need to be taken away before I flunk any harder, before my nights are stolen from me by my past stupidty and I am thrown into night school. I want color, I want texture, I want a night with all of my friends. I want to drive everywhere, I wanna go see a movie, to play DDR, to get Will to sneak out of his house, to drive around with all of the SuperQueers and Will in Thomas' truck, and go to Circle Park, and to run and climb trees, and have no inhibitions, to kiss whom I want when I want, to not care for a night.Goddess, save me, and give me my night.
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Posted 12/15/2008 6:16:16 PM
Far too fucking late at night. faaaaaaaaaaaaar too late. And yet, I go through, reading everyone's LJ's, and it digs up so many new things.David and Joe. I've known them forever. The newspaper only sees this odd form of sibling rivalry. They asked David the stupidest questions. The problem is that they see a kid who does okay in school and a kid who does really well, who are brothers, and in Academic Decathalon. They don't see the David and Joe I do. David. Lu'cas' love. This kid who always seemed like this massive genius. I was always in awe of Bishop, and I still kind of am. I see his medals, proclaming his intelligence, and yet he denies he is smart. I read that his GPA is no higher than mine, but I see that I could never deal with what he has dealt with. I could never do AD. I would die before anything. I'll stick to the stage, thanks. They don't see the guy who came out as gay, who's parents thought punishment would somehow "cure" their son of sexual orientation.I remember Joe the best from our days on Science Olympiad. Us sitting there and running over various scientists together, and the theories they came up with. I remember him drilling me on the crossword, and because of his help, I took 2nd place. He had a rather dry wit, and I kind of miss him being around.Now, Will.I've been tripping over him. I don't know why. I became friends with him again, and everything I ever felt came flooding back in this rush that threatened to knock me on my ass. He insists that he's an asshole, that I missed his time of being nice. I missed all of his times, his moments. I wish that I had been...something different than I was in freshman year. I wish that I hadn't been a stupid goth that wanted to end her life before it started. Does he know that it was his face I saw as I stared at the bathroom wallpaper printed with angels? His lips on mine as I drank the aspirin much as one would drink water? His touch, his scent, his face, HIM, as I lay on the floor of my bathroom,dying? And then, him holding me as I vomited all 500 of the aspirin into the toilet? Does he know that he was much more of an integral part of my almost-death than he thinks he was? Of course not. Because I never told him, may never tell him. I don't even think he cares.My last point of business:I feel so meh. Like every day is nothing more than a vast beige landscape of nothingness sweeping out to meet me in its neutrality. It sickens me that I have lost all of my color. I haven't been with any of my other friends in so long. Lu'cas, Liv, Jess, David, Bryt, Heather...any of them. I haven't been included in anything they've done. I need to be taken away before I flunk any harder, before my nights are stolen from me by my past stupidty and I am thrown into night school. I want color, I want texture, I want a night with all of my friends. I want to drive everywhere, I wanna go see a movie, to play DDR, to get Will to sneak out of his house, to drive around with all of the SuperQueers and Will in Thomas' truck, and go to Circle Park, and to run and climb trees, and have no inhibitions, to kiss whom I want when I want, to not care for a night.Goddess, save me, and give me my night.
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Posted 12/10/2008 1:12:55 PM
Oh, Snape, indeed.OHAYO, all you freaky peoples out there reading my LJ. I'm the Kaesa. Yes. THE Kaesa. There's no other Kaesa. I dare you to find another! MUAHAHA!Um, yes.DAVID ROX AT AD! Even though Elspeth got 1st place (Goddess knows she deserves it) But, David was walking around with his MASSIVE bling. Good job, David! YOU'RE SO SEXY! *laughs* *dodges flying AD medals*So, yes. Props to the Star Wars man. ^_^Okay, yeah. Running off now...
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