| Christmas of 2006 |
[04 Jan 2007|07:51pm] |
Christmas was, as usual, drunkenly loud and rather stupid. I wasn't originally going to go to the party, but Dan talked me into it. Remind me to never mix vodka and bourbon on an empty stomach, it's not a happy thing to wake up to in the morning.
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I feel like waffles. Minion, make me waffles!
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[15 Sep 2006|11:59pm] |
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*Long suffering sigh* I'm going to go hide in Ancient Egypt for a couple hours until I stop having the urge to disembowl Dan.
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| Back to life, in more ways than one. |
[05 Sep 2006|12:00am] |
It's nice to have most things back to a state of normalcy. Dan's spamming the Hell out of everyone's journals, Ember's calling people names while Des looks on and backs her up, there's angst and drama (of course), and there's Freakshow. Who is now a ghost, and seeming to love every second of it. I believe I'll offer to help him get the hang of his new powers. Don't want him blasting any holes in the wall while under the supervision of Dan, do I?
I think I'll take up playing the violin again more regularly.
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[03 Aug 2006|04:49pm] |
((OOC: Yes, I have caved in and written a dream for Clockwork. It was one of those things I wasn't going to do, but then the muse that likes to hit me over the head with plots decided to make an appearance. You should know the drill by now: not meant to be RPed to.))
( Mirrors and Silence )
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| Same old... |
[23 Jul 2006|01:42am] |
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So what is going on now? Well, annoying things as usual. And messy things. And long, drawn out witty banters that never fail to piss me off. Let's just say that "pig farkers" has just been placed on my list of things that I will never utter under any circumstance.
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| The River of Time Has Many Twists and Bends |
[21 Jul 2006|05:44pm] |
So very little changes throughout the course of history, especially when it comes to humans or ghosts. The short of it is, drama and angst prevails, followed closely by fluff and sex. The continuing cycles of love and hate are very annoying most of the time, especially when I'm not allowed to do anything about it.
Watching people tear themselves apart because of love (or lack thereof) annoys me. Watching people become all cutesy and lovey dovey while sitting on park benches sharing an ice cream annoys me. In fact, very few things manage *not* to annoy me. Perhaps because I am forced to live through each moment in duplicate? It's like being forced to watch old re-runs of Friends and you can't change the chanel. Sometimes I find myself wishing that something would happen that I don't foresee, just to change the monotony of the cycles day in and day out.
Lately I've been finding myself envisioning a clock face that is running at normal speed; 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 12 hours in a day. But as I watch it, the second hand slows down to a crawl and buzzes slightly as if in its death throws before stopping completely. The hour and the minute hand, as though oblivious to their comrade's plight, continue to make their way across the face of the clock. I am somewhat baffled by what my subconscious is attempting to tell me, and frankly the significance of this vision is worrisome. I must go meditate on this more in hopes that the river of time will untwist itself just enough for me to see further down it. Because as things stand, I'm not feeling too optimistic.
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[28 Jun 2006|08:39pm] |
Parties, much like the internet, can often turn out pretty pointless. Much like the one that just took place at Daniel Fenton's house last night. People showed up, they got drunk, many had make out sessions, and a few went to bed with each other. It's also well worth noting that no one hooked up with a member of the opposite sex, which says a lot for the future of the human and ghost species.
Actually, I must admit that a few things happened that are worth mentioning. For one, Ember finally worked out her sexual preference and will hopefully stop moping around, eating nothing but ice cream and potato chips. Another thing is everyone learned that Dan gets his drinking malfunctions from Daniel, but only the giddy side. Somehow along the way the more demented nature of his inebriated mind disappeared. Perhaps it melded with Dan's regular personality and that's why he's so "grr" all the time.
Freakshow learned that trusting in someone else, even just a little, can be a very good thing, and so did Vlad. As a result, Dan also learned that he can keep up multiple duplicates for long periods of time even when engaged in rather strenuous activity.
I tried out my human form for the first time in five centuries, and it seems to be in working order. I must also mention that mixed alcohol in strawberry punch can have a kick on it like a mule, especially as a human. I'm just glad that I left before I had more than two glasses; I don't think Dan appreciates how direct I can be when drunk. I ended up telling him what would have happened if he had stayed in his time line, and then messed with his head a bit. All in good fun, of course.
It's very probable that, after such an orgy-tastic party, Daniel will think twice about posting event times on the internet. Having your living room full of drunken enemies that can shoot blasts of energy from their hands can't be a very fun way to spend the evening. So, we're probably going to have to say goodbye to any future repeats of last night. It's for the best, I think...
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[26 Jun 2006|08:21pm] |
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one around here without an overabundance of emotions and wangst. On the other hand, knowing how something is going to end before it even starts can have the effect of defusing my more potent emotions.
Say, for example, you know someone is going to ask you out. You even know the exact date and time. You know you'll be happy because you've been waiting a long time for this person to notice you, therefore you already are happy. The emotion is diffused. Even more so if you already know when that same relationship is going to end. You know you'll be devastated, but because you know that you already are devestated and have already gotten over it. You also wonder the logistics of saying yes to them in the first place if it's just going to end badly.
Then you throw the whole concept of 'having-to-follow-the-flow-of-time," and it gets even more complicated. So yes, I apologize to those of you who have found me a bit cold. I honestly don't mean it most of the time, and I do care for your emotions on some level. It's just getting around my own short comings that's the difficult part.
And Dan? Don't even think about what I know you're thinking about. Mixing cherry bombs and paint in my washing machine is generally not a good idea if you wish to keep both of your lungs.
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| Pictures are worth a thousand words. |
[22 Jun 2006|02:27pm] |
While I must say that the internet does not generally interest me, every once in a while you come across something that makes it all worth while. A friend of mine pointed me to this picture and I couldn't help but post it here. It's good for a laugh.
( Read more... )
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[20 Jun 2006|09:39pm] |
The medallion has been passed on once again. And while I knew that Dan would lose it, I didn't think it would be in such an... ah... painful manner. I might actually have to apologize to him for that later.
The drama in the ghost zone is rather like a day time soap; annoying as hell but impossible to stop watching. It also seems to be centralized around, you guessed it, Dan. I'm going to end up dragging his hung over ass out of a ditch of poison ivy tomorrow morning, and no that's not just speculation.
In fact, I need to run to 7-11 and pick up some anti-itch cream, garbage bags, and earplugs. Lots and lots of earplugs...
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[19 Jun 2006|11:48am] |
Dan has, once again, proved to be nothing more than a hormone ridden teenager; always creating drama and unrest wherever he goes. Hopefully he'll stop being so childish soon. And this new situation that has come up... well... I just hope he doesn't let his thick-head get in the way of his job.
I foresee something ominous happening, but exactly when and where I have yet to work out. Being omniscient really isn't as easy as you think it should be. Time isn't as straight as many belive. It's more like a matrix of interweaving lines, much like a blanket, that sometimes intersect at odd places. The overall weave of the blanket changes as stitches are dropped, knots are tied, and threads break. Making sense of such things can wear thin ones reserves rather quickly. Sometimes I don't know what's going to happen until a few seconds before it actually does. Kind of annoying, really.
On a side note, to answer a few questions...
A) Yes, I do know who kissed Dan.
B) No, I will not tell you.
C) I do sometimes have legs, but floating is much more fun so I just don't bother with them.
D) Yes, I do know who Ghost Writer has a crush on.
E) No, I will not tell you that either.
F) Dan really is really just a school girl with a crush. Don't let him convince you otherwise.
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| How fickle, the minds of men. |
[17 Jun 2006|07:31pm] |
Journals are unusual things, really. Especially online journals. You put your thoughts out onto the web and people either support them or deny them entirelly. Ultimately, nothing changes. Which is why it confounds me that Live Journal has become so popular with everyone in the Ghost Zone so suddenly. Even my minion, Dan, has gotten one just so he can wear a hole in everyone's ears. And, apparently, my spare keyboard.
But, events have been set in motion that are impossible for me to ignore. And, as I have known for a while, these journals will prove effective in ways you can't imagine, which is why I am bothering myself with one now. Not to mention it's worth all the hassle just to make Dan squirm.
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