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| | Tags: | the internet/lj | | Current Music: | SMASHING PUMPKINS; cherub rock | | Time: | 03:01 am |
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| you know, whenever i read my f-list, i always feel strange, because a lot of these people? i don't really know anymore. or never really knew!
yet, i'm too vain to do a friends-cut or anything like that.
identity morph etc. | ★: leave a comment  |
| hey nubfaces. after my f-list being my homepage for five years, i've decided i'm going to change it. i've still got it bookmarked, but it's probably more likely than not that i won't see any super important things that happen to you if you only post them in your f-list. the best way to get in contact with me through the internet is email (rabidfangirl @ gmail) or IM (words are tasty @ aim). so.
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also my DK is level 75. yay. | ★: 2 comments + leave a comment  |
| Reply to this post and I'll write a 1 sentence drabble of a subject/character/pairing of your choice.
rent + star trek 09 + heroes + ace attorney + drowcentric forgotten realms | ★: leave a comment  |
| I am more startled and upset at the possibility of billy mays being dead than i am/was at michael jackson.
what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?
these what the fucks are more at the world than at myself. STOP KILLING PEOPLE, GOD-DAMNIT. | ★: leave a comment  |
| | You know, is it bad that it doesn't bother me that michael jackson is dead? you know, in my eyes, he was a child molester, not a pop star. it's just an age thing, i suppose. | ★: 4 comments + leave a comment  |
| Poll #1390664 huh...
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: None, participants: 6should i do a friends-cut? why are there no ticky boxes in the previous entry? | ★: leave a comment  |
| simplifying things around here in my general absence. <3
edit: cut 200+ pictures out of my scrapbook. if you see broken links, that's why. edit 2: cut out a lot of my interests, changed texts, removed myself from blogcrews. edit 3: much simpler layout. sad, because i really loved my header. oh well. | ★: leave a comment  |
| i reached out my hand; england's rivers turned and flowed the other way; i reached out my hand; thought and memory flew out of my enemies' heads like a flock of starlings; my enemies crumbled like empty sacks. i came to them out of mist and rain; i came to them in dreams and midnight; i came to them in a flock of ravens that filled the northern sky at dawn; when they thought themselves safe I came to them in a crow that broke the silence of a winter wood;
the rain made a door for me and i went through it; the stones made a throne for me and i sat upon it; three kingdoms were given to me to be mine forever; england was given to me to be mine forever; the nameless slave wore a silver crow; the nameless slave was a king in a strange country;
the weapons that my enemies raised against me are venerated in hell as holy relics; plans that my enemies made against me are preserved as holy texts; blood that i shed upon ancient battlefields is scraped from the stained earth by hell's sacristans and placed in a vessel of silver and ivory. i gave magic to england, a valuable inheritance;
but englishmen have despised my gift Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it; Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it; in winter the barren trees shall be a black writing but they shall not understand it;
two magicians shall appear in england; the first one shall fear me; the second shall long to behold me; the first shall be governed by thieves and murderers; the second shall conspire at his own destruction; the first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache; the second shall see his dearest possession in his enemy's hand; the first shall pass his life alone; he shall be his own gaoler the second shall tread lonely roads, the storm above his head, seeking a dark tower upon a high hillside;
i sit upon a black throne in the shadows but they shall not see me. the rain shall make a door for me and i shall pass through it; the stone shall make a throne for me and i shall sit upon it; the nameless slave shall wear a silver crown; the nameless slave shall be king in a strange country....
-jonathan strange & mr. norrell by susanna clarke
( the prophecy of the raven king. ) | ★: 2 comments + leave a comment  |
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this dude? he is chill. he discusses the economy, AIG, responsibility, and exploding toasters. come on, how can you not win? | ★: 4 comments + leave a comment  |
| This is my one-thousandth journal entry. There's a couple of things that I wanted to post, but I didn't think they had the significance to be my one-thousandth journal entry. I thought about what I was going to do in this entry, and I guess I came to a conclusion to what I'm going to do.
As of now, this journal is stil permanently on reduced activity, and it'll probably remain that way. It's not like I planned it out, I just feel less inclined to post, recently. I guess, like I've said, it's my continued attachment to reality. It's been a long time, lj. I'm glad we've chilled out for so long. I'll still be flitting around the internet, and if you ever want to talk, comment, toss me an IM, or an email. So.
See you folks around.
can i be your friend we'll forget the past or maybe i'm not able.
and i break at the bend.
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| well, i'm back from hiatus. i don't want to say, though, that i'll be posting as regularly/frequently as i used to, or that i'll be commenting and stuff like that as much. staying off the lj for like, two weeks, has given me a lot of time to pursue other interests that i enjoy very much: reading and something i don't enjoy but have to do: homework. i've also been playing a lot of fire emblem: shadow dragon.
i don't know how i feel about you right now, non-rp lj. i dunno. seems like i'm just feeling pretty aldkjfa at this in general. i still love you, f-list! i checked you sometimes. but i dunno. meh.
HOWEVER, i did find this on rp ads:
 | and none of that matters anymore in the hour of our twilight |
You wake up. You're dizzy. The room is dim and empty, except for a person sitting in a folding chair. The person's wearing a gas mask, a leather jacket, leather gloves, and jeans. It might be a man, from the way he's sitting, the broadness of his shoulders, the lack of hair out of the back of the mask.
"Let me tell you something," the man says, "You keep your head down if you don’t want to get disappeared, your eyes out if you want to get this fucking stinking theocracy out of here, your ears turned to rat out the assholes, and your fingers typing if you want to get the hell home, wherever that is for you.” He pulls what looks like a half-destroyed 5x5 inch PC out of his pocket and jabs away it. Then he tosses it to you.
“Don’t lose that,” he says. “It’s the best way to plot and not die. And trust me, those are gonna be your favorite things.”
+++ Zero-Sums is a dystopian roleplay set in the world of Year Zero, the concept album from Nine Inch Nails. Players have two options for their characters: powerless but immediately useful in the real world, or blessed with their powers but only able to use them in subtle ways in the mirror world.
Pick a character, pick a place, pick up a banner. Fight for God, freedom, or both.
| just zeros and ones.
| Navigation. main + logs + ooc + mods Premise + Rules + Frequently Asked Questions + Application Taken Characters + Reserve Characters + Wanted Characters Plot & Ideas Box + Complaints & Concerns + Mod NPCs Mod Contact & AIM chat (locked) + Player Contact (locked) Drop + Hiatus
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you should join. it looks neat. don't know who i'm gonna play with, if i app. | ★: 6 comments + leave a comment  |
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