Lord Lich Yours Truly is known as Lord Lich. You are allowed to call her 'my lord' or 'my evilness'. She is often found in Volcano numbers 1 and 2, torturing victims, or in number 4, planning more world conquests. Otherwise, she may be found in number 3, sleeping.
Wishlist
The Thursday Next Series - Jasper Fford
Jingo - Pratchett
Hogfather - Pratchett
Going Postal - Pratchett
Tale of Two Cities
Night Watch - Pratchett
Thief of Time - Pratchett
Monstrous Regiment - Pratchett
Stardust - Neil Gaiman GOOD OMENS - Pratchett and Gaiman
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
Today has been wonderful. Just effing wonderful. I dunno how I managed to be so cheerful the whole day, when I just feel like dying and going somewhere quiet so I can scream.
Geezus, I'm depressed. Fret not, I'm not going to take a blade and put it to my wrist anytime soon. Thank god that, for a depressed person, I'm a depressed person who hates pain. Huh.
And tomorrow won't be better, it's history repeating on and on. I'm repeating Simple Plan lyrics. That must say something.
I think I'm just saying I'm depressed cause I like the sight of my fingers typing 'I'm depressed' or something. Gods. Tomorrow there's RS and Tribune. Can I just die and not go to school tomorrow? I seriously don't feel like facing anything more than lessons in school. At least during lessons it's possible to slack and doodle in a notebook. Or on a waterbottle.
The world is beautiful today.
Yesterday, the clouds were dark and the thunder flashing and he did something awful and left her alone in the rain where she was found drenched to the bone and face wet with tears.
But today she is going to set things right, and the world is beautiful.
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"You're joking," she had insisted when he first told her. "You're joking."
In the dim light of the street lamp, he managed to look almost sad. "If only I was."
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She only has one brother, tall and handsome to most, but to her, he's only her adorable kid brother. So, when he came to her, emaciated and covered in bruises, she had pulled his head onto her lap and murmured into his ear, "Tell me what happened."
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She went back to that place of the past, and found herself a painted picture of the eye of the storm. Teenagers chattered merrily in the run-down shopping mall, and the roads were over-run with hurried steps and bright paper bags.
That day, she learnt that there were thirty ways to keep a brother from jail, and that, in some cases, it took thirty-one.
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She returned to her life at last, putting all behind her and happy to keep the past as it was - the past. Yet when he returned again, gaze more haunted then before, she found she could not say no.
The lack of action (un)accomplished more than anything she'd ever done.
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"It's not happening," he stuttered, raising a blood-stained hand to her face. "It's not happening."
"If only it isn't." She shifts her grip on the handle of the dagger, driving it even further in. In the dim light of the flickering bulb, she manages to look almost sad, but the blood sings on her hands, and she remembers the life of the gutter and how the crimson stain belonged on her pale skin, like it has always had.
"You can run, but you can't hide." She whispers from memory, to herself more than to him.
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There's no one left to see it, but the world is beautiful today.
Huh. That made absolutely no sense. But I feel better now, at any rate. Hehe, I just liked the motif of 'the world is beautiful today' and randomly shot it into the first plot bunny that entered my head.
Okay. I need practice on writing original fics. I can't go on in a fandom forever. Chrissie, darling thesaurus, help?
 -capture those
moments ;
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
I'm writing my commonwealth essay now. (Seeing that I don't have a choice since I was more or less coerced into the whole business, and that Lydia, that traitor, didn't even think of helping me.) LYDIA. YOU'RE DEAD. AND YOU HAVE THE GALL TO LAUGH.
Ugh. Was my grammar really that bad? This is what happens when you stop writing a sentence halfway to eat chocolates and chat on msn.
But really, can you believe I changed tenses TWICE in ONE sentence?
A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find lichen.Oh dear. I knew I appealed to more than humans, but ferrets? I mean, Draco Malfoy is one thing, but FEMALE ferrets?
It takes more than 500 peanuts to make lichen!Seeing that one peanut is worth gold taps plus a lot of money, I'm pretty happy here.
If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about lichen.
Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are lichen.
Ancient Greeks believed earthquakes were caused by lichen fighting underground!
There are six towns named lichen in the United States.
The first toy product ever advertised on television was Mr Lichen Head.
Forty percent of the world's almonds and twenty percent of the world's peanuts are used in the manufacture of lichen.Peanuts again. What's up with me and peanuts? People might actually get the misconception that I'm nuts.
While performing her duties as queen, Cleopatra sometimes dressed up as lichen!Because it's such a fun and glorious thing to do.
 -capture those
moments ;
Monday, February 06, 2006
Beethoven was a romantic in the last seven years of his life. Huh. Who knew.
There's schebert, who wasn't mentioned in my classical notes, so I shall ignore him. He was, most unfortunately, alive for 8 years of romantic. Damn him.
Mendelssohn.
Brahms (johannes). What a stupid name. Who can be bothered to remember anyway.
Robert schemann and his wife clara. The guy had a mental breakdown. No wonder. I think I'm going to have one too.
Richard Wagner. I dunno why I keep thinking of disney.Liszt. The paino virtuoso. I think he was feeling evil when composing his songs.
Verdi (Giuseppe). What a wonderful name. Bet I won't be remembering you, idiot. Oh wait, he composed Macbeth. And Don Carlos. And Aida. (Whatever the last two are.) Died at 87, wealthy and famous. Well, life wasn't too good, since he died, didn't he?
Ruggero Leoncavallo. Wonderful. The calvarous, rugged lion. -_-"
Gioacchino Rossini. You bet I won't be asking for an italian name. I can hardly spell them.
Giacomo Puccini (A romantic through and through.)
Gaetano Donizetti. Another retarded name.
Georges Bizet. From france. Who wrote carmen. Okay cool guy, you aren't so useless after all. The initial failure of this opera led to his breakdown and early death. Huh. If he lived...
Hector Berlioz. I somehow remember him. He wrote Romeo and Juliet. Ah yes. (No, I still don't remember.)
Chopin. I know this one.
Gabriel faure, Charles Gounod, Cesar Franck. Do I look as though I care?
Modest Musorgsky. I dunno if the modest is part of his name, or a title. -_-"
Nicholas Rumsky-Korsakov. ...
Tchaikovsky. The gay who wrote the Nutcracker ballet.
Sergei Rachmaninoff. huh. A pianist composer.
Antonin Dvorak. Wrote From the New World.
Bedrich Smetana. Who?
Er...I just copied these from my notes. You think I can remember izzit. Why are there so many romantic composers.
