| Notice: I'm alive |
[16 Feb 2006|05:55pm] |
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I can hear you all cheering now.
I'm alive. Apparently some idiot burned down the dormitories and...well. I think that's quite self-explanitory.
I lost everything. No, no, no, I exaggerate: I lost everything in my immediate possession that is not attached to me. Like my Microsoft blanket, several ONE OF A KIND pieces of art... It was only because of my supreme interest in my own life that prevented me from dragging them all out. Leon was staying the night how I LOATHE family get-togethers and suffered minor burns because I didn't bother waking him up I only recalled he was there when I'd already gotten some distance away.
I'm currently staying with my brother and it bites. My location is unimportant although I WILL say that it is an absolutely fantastic underground fortress, because none of you care.
Spell-check: I think your little lay-off Christmas present, which I never did get to give you, burned and died in the fire. As it was a rather well-made plushie of the Linux mascot Tux, I think that that, at least, is rather a symbolic martyrdom of my waste of money. Not a word about my Microsoft blanket; Bill Gates and the Microsoft conspiracy forever!
In short: I am alive. On a totally unrelated note: pity.
-Siegfried von Schraider
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| Random update. |
[01 Jan 2006|01:43am] |
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Happy new year to you all, and I hope that you all had happy holidays.
I know you all had to have one, at least, what with Christmas, Hannukah, the solstice, the new year, Torvalds' birthday...
Speaking of which (ew, is my keyboard befouled by that combination of letters?), Spell-check, I have a lay-off gift present for you. Ho, ho, ho, and all that; I really do need to give it to you sometime.
Yawn, etc.
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| One month's time... |
[09 Dec 2005|06:36pm] |
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It's a month since my birthday.
( PRIVATE )
My ambitions merely grow with age, as, apparently, does my appeal.
( PRIVATE )
...that one apparently has been doing the same to others, so I have no special treatment. What a relief. Is it one of those little jokes? Something appears to have been lost in translation.
It matters little, at any rate.
...I ought to upload some new icons sometime.
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| Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and the people out to kill you on your payroll |
[08 Dec 2005|06:49am] |
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Put an X in the box beside every one of these you would do.
[ ] hang out with me?
[ ] go see a movie with me?
[ ] hug me?
[ ] hug me a lot?
[ ] kiss me?
[ ] use your tongue?
[ ] let me put my hand on your butt?
[ ] put your hand on my butt?
[ ] be alone in a room with me?
[ ] go on a date with me?
[ ] take me to your place?
[ ] sleep with me? (no sex)
[ ] cuddle with me?
[ ] have sex with me?
[ ] sing in a car with me?
[ ] play strip poker with me?
[ ] date me?
[ ] ask me out?
[ ] please me in more ways then one?
[ ] let me kiss you?
[ ] get me a birthday gift?
[ ] be my significant?
[ ] have a fling with me?
[ ] be there for me?
[ ] buy me a drink?
[ ] bring me around your friends?
[ ] give me a massage?
[ ] love me?
[ ] hang out with me more than two times a week?
[ ] miss me?
[ ] enjoy being with me?
[ ] re-post this for me to answer your questions?
[ ] be my friend?
How uninteresting. I would personally like to add a category, "kill me?", so that I can take preemptive revenge I could see who not to have around me.
As for the other questions: feel free to not even bother putting an "x" in the other categories. I personally would not appreciate knowing that any of the people surrounding me want in my bed. It'd be slightly uncomfortable.
( PRIVATE )
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| Because it's expected of me... |
[28 Oct 2005|03:07pm] |
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"Pinky Blue" -- Altered Images |
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It's LiveJournal Truth or Dare!
01. Reply with a comment and I'll tell you which one I want, either truth or a dare. Dares should pretty much stay within my LJ, and not be anything that will get us reported to LJ Abuse XD (an example of a dare would be... telling me to end all of my comments with "pyon!" for the next 12 hours or whatever).
02. I either answer the truth or perform the dare.
03. In return, I get to ask you "Truth or dare?"
Those typoes aren't worth this, really.
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| Entry and a Quiz |
[25 Oct 2005|06:46pm] |
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that IS the question |
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Boredom again reigns.
Have read every book in the house, twice. Written a short story, deleted it, rewritten it in a different style, and deleted that as well. Constantly refreshing Fandom_Wank.
I am heroic couplets; most precise
And fond of order. Planned and structured. Nice.
I know, of course, just what I want; I know,
As well, what I will do to make it so.
This doesn't mean that I attempt to shun
Excitement, entertainment, pleasure, fun;
But they must keep their place, like all the rest;
They might be good, but ordered life is best. |
What Poetry Form Are You?
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...hn.
Perhaps I shall listen to some music, then; only question is, do I follow my own heart, or do I adhere to what Society says I should play?
Basically, it's Opera vs. Altered Images vs. Morrissey
...
Or I could just take a bath.
This requires thought.
P.S.: Another "happy birthday" to the Spell-check; may you enjoy another year of obsessively correcting my spelling.
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[23 Oct 2005|11:46am] |
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( PRIVATE )
People have to suffer minor injuries. Oh, noes.
Let's all bend over backwards so they don't have to suffer life.
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| For God's sake... |
[17 Oct 2005|09:37pm] |
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A Barbie?
Seriously, a Barbie?
I never liked dolls, myself: give me a book, I was satisfied. At a stretch, an offbeat obscure-reference toy might've been laughed at for a few minutes in a good-natured way (see: Cthulhu plushie anecdote). Or, perhaps, as close to a good-natured way of laughing as I could manage.
That sort of doll always WAS far too off-putting for me. Too common, too disturbing (flawless? Or far too flawed? I never could tell), too many implications. (I don't really look like a girl, if you could just get OVER the hair length and colour.)
The Barbie that is supposed to look like me is quite inaccurate in many ways; to begin, the craftsmanship is poor, though it may look decent at a glance, and it lacks several NECESSARY quotes for any doll of mine.
( PRIVATE )
Its words do not sound like my own.
And the assumptions it advertises are totally untrue. I don't mind a blunt truth, but let's keep things in the realm of (exaggerated) honesty when we're mass-marketing, why don't we?
( PRIVATE )
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| Hello again. |
[09 Oct 2005|06:19pm] |
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My apologies for not saying anything to you recently, my fellow LJ-fiends, and any sane people who merely visit the site for me.
I have been bathing.
I have bathed until I am practically an amphibian, scraped my skin raw, lost more hair than I wanted to to vicious brushing, shaved, drunk plenty of water, and brushed my teeth until they are nearly worn away.
I'm clean. For the first time in a week, I am really clean.
I will never, ever, ever go "camping" again, as that term is clearly a sweeter-sounding alias for "made unbearably dirty and dehydrated and sweaty and unhappy, and your laptop killed".
If it comes down to it, I'll pretend my brother's on the brink of death just to get out of the situation.
Note to Self: Stay clean.
Personal Entry: ( PRIVATE )
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| Back. Hope no-one missed me. |
[08 Oct 2005|12:59pm] |
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UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN! |
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I'm home. I'm alive. I can't believe it.
An hour into it, I realised the state of uncleanliness facing me.
So since I got into my house, all I've been doing is cleansing myself, and getting sleep. I half-suspect I have come down with some sort of illness. Wretch.
When my laptop's battery died on...oh, the...second? Third? It's all a blur. Well, when it died early on...I died a horrid half-death, knowing the awful truth: I would be totally unable to describe my ordeals as they occurred.
Now that they have, I never want to talk about them. Ever again.
My poor wretched laptop! I knew I should have brought a spare! And me, deprived!
Threw it out today; no point in keeping dysfunctional things.
Hm. Might change the layout later, I suppose.
Waste of time, but...meh.
Note to Self: Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Personal Entry: ( PRIVATE )
Disrespectfully yours,
Siegfried
( OOC notice )
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| PRIVATE POST |
[01 Oct 2005|07:30pm] |
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[HA! I do amuse myself sometimes.
Well, that might count as a little vengeance...
But I crave something more.]
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| ::screened from the Authorities-That-Be:: |
[26 Sep 2005|06:42pm] |
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Dear Spell-check,
Do not force me to take legal action, you incompetent prick; I am irritated beyond irritation at this point, you boastfully ignorant antisocial peon.
The layout is hideous and overly colourless. If you're going to do something like that, please consider going the "garish" route next time. At least it'll indicate to us that maybe, somewhere in your soul, is an ounce of colour.
...I'm being overly optimistic on such a thoroughly DEPRESSING subject, aren't I?
While I would normally not care, the Great Outdoors is a hellish place roughly on par with Cocytus, giving me only one hope of retreat: my LJ. Oh, emo! I find that you have done such a STUPID thing with my journal.
I would threaten bodily harm, but that is very much not my style. Therefore, for now I shall simply content myself with saying "sod off", and mentioning that if I for some despicable reason run into you again in real life, I will be faced with lasting and horrifyingly blatant evidence that there either IS a God and he hates me, or there is no justice in this dark and dismal world.
Likely the latter; I severely doubted the existence of such an obviously malfunctioning system to begin with. However, that shred of proof would be undeniable.
Ergo, you bastard, if you pull anything like that again, I shall be forced to react. And react I will. However, for the moment, I will take my anger out on the innocent chipmunks harmlessly, because apparently second chances are all the rage these days.
Hate, disgust, and noticeable lack of appreciation,
Siegfried
Note to Self: Avoid being near idiots. ...why must I always fail at these little tips?
Personal Entry: ( PRIVATE )
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| Absolut Pwnage |
[26 Sep 2005|04:29pm] |
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This journal has been pwned by Seto Kaiba.
Background, icon and text.
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| Joy and Jubilations -- Post Goes Forth |
[25 Sep 2005|03:16pm] |
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Going camping. With people.
...hn. The torture.
Now, what's this about Spell-check hacking other journals and putting a little "I'M BETTER THAN YOU HAHA" message in them? He does realise it's very much a bad idea to do something that inane, doesn't he? I can see him now, on trial...
"We'll mark this laptop exhibit A and I'll slit my wrists with it, because I'm bored by this nonsense."
And it will be taken away from him. How entertaining THAT would be.
He calls ME stupid because I make a reference to the fact that I know a liiiiiittle something about computers in a sarcastic joke. I wonder that the authorities do not pursue him; I would.
...
So now people are making Cleopatra jokes about me, merely because I bathe in milk occasionally. Does one bath in milk out of four invalidate the four baths in water I take? And then what about SHOWERS; for heaven's sake, I certainly don't SHOWER in milk.
Oh, yes. If you want to laugh about asps and snakes, I would direct you to two things: the fact that I don't really care what you think this means, but I like snakes -- mythological (see: journal title) or not; the second would be my little hint to you that if I were to bother with suicide, which I won't, I am rather more liable to utilise cyanide than to allow a snake to bite me.
And by the way, I have had absolutely no work done on my features or hair.
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Am tempted to bash head into desk repeatedly at thought of the inherent non-cleanliness that will be surrounding me on this wretched trip. Do not wish to mar perfect face. Will refrain. Must find out why am lacking ability to write simple pronouns in this paragraph. Almost makes it look as though Spell-check had a point.
Note to Self -- No matter what happens, stay alive. Do not value the group above self. In fact, value the group above NOTHING - they are no more than other people and I really can't stand other people.
Personal Entry -- ( PRIVATE )
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| Post the Third, In which Our Protagonist Impersonates the Prince Regent and--oh. Wrong "Third". |
[23 Sep 2005|05:56pm] |
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My most esteemed and loathed readers,
Sod off!
Sincerely,
Siegfried
Now that's settled. But I feel the urge to write...something more.
( Dear friendly neighbourhood Spell-check Man... )
Of course, I'm not INSINUATING anything by that letter. Merely pointed out the obvious evolution in this technology. Evolution, Spell-check. Like the dinosaurs.
Hm. I feel the urge to tinker. That means this tepid and uninteresting entry is at its end.
-Siegfried
Note to Self -- Do not put rat poison in little biscuits and place them round the house; apparently, if consumed by a child, this still counts as murder.
Personal Entry of the Day: ( PRIVATE )
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