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Jun. 6th, 2013

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....Apparently the universe has a great sense of timing when it comes to our crazy dreams.

Um. Happy death day, guys, I guess. If that's a thing. Now it's a thing. ...Anyway, I'm glad I still have you, mes amis, and you two especially, mon aigle and ma 'Chetta.

This is a pretty weird day, is all I wanted to say, I guess.

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Life Under Fallout Conditions


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TLDR )

I'm pretty sure it's going to be okay.

Jun. 5th, 2013


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((so not safe for work. This is a booty call. I shit you not)) )

Jun. 4th, 2013


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Okay so. Valarnet. Don't ask me how I pulled it off, but I TOTALLY pulled it off and stating tonight, well technically tomorrow at midnight we are gonna have the most bitching party in like. Ever. Slumber party at the little café on ULCA's campus. Well, you don't have to stay overnight but I so am. We're there from the stroke midnight Wednesday, to the same stroke of on Friday and it is gonna be amazing. Forty eight hours of me, five hundred macarons, ALL THE COFFEE WE COULD EVER WANT, entertainment, a study table way off in the corner for the losers, music, drunk twister, drunk EVERYTHING and I really, really hope that you can come?


You don't even have to be a student to show up though really, what better way to blow off the last week of classes you don't even wanna BE in? This is going to be AMAZING and I really hope you come!

[Insert Address. And also fliers around campus, etc]

May. 31st, 2013

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Exams kind of ate me, but I exist still, I promise. ...Well, exams and looking through 19th century medicine. It's fascinating, how far we've come since then, you know? I mean, back in the 1830s they were still convinced that bodily humors and all that kind of stuff were a thing. Bleeding for your health and all that, you know?

We're all much better off now, of course -- we have penicillin, and antibiotics, and all sorts of other great advancements, but -- I dunno, it's certainly interesting to remember bits and pieces sometimes. Now that I'm convinced I'm probably not going insane.

May. 30th, 2013

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Well, someone just surprised me with tickets to Paris, so who am I to turn down a week vacation? I haven't been since we moved when I was a child... It'll be nice to go back!

May. 26th, 2013


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There is a thing that looks suspiciously like a powder-flask sitting on my dresser.

Okay, it's definitely a powder-flask.

There is powder in it.

I'm just gonna set it down and not touch it again.

Apr. 3rd, 2013


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The thing that sucks about suddenly losing your job, right after you'd given notice that you're starting something better is that the next night, you're still finding yourself doing work hours, even though they're completely fucking insane.

Okay, so back up a little? Last night I go to hand in my notice. Mark, the guy on doors was actually kind of glad about it. Hates how I keep charging comp drinks to his tab, but everybody else was mourning for me, dammit. Mourning and they'd started planning my goodbye party, and which of the patrons we were going to invite when, not two hours later, we get a knock at the back door.

The health inspectors came again, and THIS time, the first one under the new name with new paperwork drawn up and every step taken to avoid leaving a papertrail, they shut us down for kitchen violations, bathroom violations, safety hazards on the floor...

Not that this isn't a thing that happens every six months ago at the old Drunk Tank, and not that I wasn't already heading for much greener, saner, pastures, but it was still kind of a bitch, and I don't think I get my party now.


Sometimes you just get the urge to punch stuff, which, on my way out, I definitely did. Hole through the bar they're gonna have fun replacing. At least I liked THAT part of it.

Yeah, Joly, I used those bathrooms and I ate that food. You can start running now. I totally will understand.
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Noted, for the general edification of this network:

1) Sometimes dry skin is just dry skin, not a fungal infection.
2) Fungal infections are terrifyingly gross.
3) The internet is convinced I'm dying.
4) We shouldn't trust the internet. At least not in my house. :/

I hope this has been informative.

Mar. 26th, 2013

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In light of what was brought to light recently, and especially because of the post Mister Valjean posted himself, I would like to give my opinion on the matter. That opinion is as follows:

Ultime Fauchelevent is a good man, and I know that Jean Valjean was as well. He made a mistake and served his time for it, and that is all that can be asked of him. Let us not criticize him for past mistakes, nor continue to make him pay for them. What is done is done.

He has been nothing but welcoming to myself and my friends, taking us into his home and under his wing. I cannot imagine him as anything but good, honest, fair, and humane.

Let us allow he and his daughter to live in peace.

Mar. 25th, 2013

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I wish to confront the scurrilous rumors by the newspapers and set the record straight.

My name is Jean Valjean, and I was an inmate in La Santé Prison for six years during my youth for petty robbery.

I served my time, and was released, moving to the United States for a fresh start. I am a free man, and while I regret the deception it seemed the best course at the time.

Your understanding and appreciation of my family's privacy is most welcome during this time.

Mar. 24th, 2013

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backdated to yesterday, sometime in the morning

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Nous sommes bien. For the record.

No drunken shenanigans culminating in arrest this time. ....Only very bad hangovers. Anyone have any good cures? Grantaire suggests McDonald's burgers usually but I don't touch McDonald's.
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[[someone just woke up after Courf's party... somehow at his own place]]

My friends are all amateurs.

In related news, I now own an espresso machine. Marius, I may need you to teach me how to use it. It is defiantly standing in the way between me and coffee.

Instead, I shall go to the cafe.

If I can find a clean shirt that's actually my own.

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[Pretend this was posted late this morning/early this afternoon before his text]


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I think that we can all say that last night went about as well as any of us who know better expected, and that I owe several people apologies for some of the things I said and did last night, and into this morning. I'll save those for when my head is not pounding with the force of a herd of... Courfeyrac, presumably you know what type of dinosaur pounds around in herds so I can use this metaphor properly? The force of a herd of something at any rate. Those apologies will be forthcoming when I can make myself properly ashamed enough to care.

At the moment though, I would really like to learn who is responsible for (Insert image file of his waistcoat here) this Thing being on my person when I woke. Just who in their right mind comes up with it. I do not intend to wear it. Ever.

((OOC: Some images of the waistcoat)) )

Mar. 15th, 2013


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When I tell people that unless they seriously re-evaluate their priorities on the spot, or one of us is heading to jail and one of us to the E.R, they've got to learn that I'm not actually fucking around.

Yeah, I get we're getting coded a whole fucking lot lately, and it's probably gotten around through whatever channels the disgusting douchebag regulars follow, but it still doesn't mean I'm putting up with any of their shit when it gets dangerous or into disrespectful territory. Put your hands on a girl or guy who doesn't want it in my club and your ass is getting booted out I don't give a fuck how much you've sunk into the bar. Put your hands on a guy or girl who doesn't want it in my club and start shit with me when I tell you you're leaving and you're not only getting booted out, your ass is getting kicked.

Waiting around for me until close in the lot across across the street's really cute too if you're pissed but want to avoid part two by jumping me because it usually doesn't work. I'm not gonna say NEVER since I'm not into the tempting fate, but you can be pretty sure I'm still going to kick your ass, and unlike you, I don't have to pull a knife to do it, and can knock it out of your hand before you're really close enough no matter what your deranged, drunken, idiotic ass is thinking.

Bottom line here is don't fuck with people, if you do, you'll have to fuck with me and I'm a little better at the game of fucking up than ninety percent of you assholes who come into this place as sketchy assed as it is and think you're gonna get somewhere. No matter what a dive we are, there's some little playground rules that apply here and you can follow them or get out. Or, like last night, I get to punch you out while singing that song from West Side Story? What the ever loving FUCK?

Hey, network, I'm Bahorel and I get to beat up assholes for a living. What the hell do all of you do?

Mar. 14th, 2013


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Oh hell no.

Where does she live and does she like FIRE?!

Mar. 13th, 2013


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So, was lookin' around and saw this post. I'm curious how many of you been in every one of these relationships. Cause I have, and trust me, you do not want to be in a fuck rhombus. They's just weird.

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White Smoke!


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Sadly, the conclave has rejected my bid for office.

Pope Francis is giving his first blessing as I type this. I admit I haven't been following this as closely as I thought I would be, but it's exciting all the same. The first pope from the New World too. This is, I don't know. It's kind of awesome. I was AROUND the last time this happened, but I didn't care as much.

Now that I'm sort of getting back to my roots, a little bit, I kind of care a lot. This is one of those times when you really really hope your religion doesn't continue fucking things up because it's getting a fresh start. I'm not gonna say that it NEGATES any past screw ups the church as an organization has had but I'm still kind of hopeful that maybe we can start to put things right.

Okay, I confess that for a second there, while the crowd was waving the Argentinian flag, Don't Cry For Me, Argentina was flying through my head. I don't think ANYBODY couldn't have made that leap.

I...don't even know what I wanted to say here. Just that I'm kind of overwhelmed by all of this I guess?

And the whole pope thing has me feeling guilty about a lot of stuff I've done and haven't done the last few years. Is it better to tell people you lied to them about something that's unimportant, or just hope they never find out, especially when you don't really WANT for them to know the truth? I'll...be working on that I guess.

But...Pope. It's good. I hope!

Mar. 9th, 2013

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Today is a good day!

I got a large tip at work simply for my "pretty face."

I got my access to this lovely network, and I love meeting new people.

And I am officially Micaëla in the department's production of Carmen!

Mar. 8th, 2013


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You know how TV always emphasizes the jetlag thing when you're changing coasts on a trip? I think it's safe to say that yeah, that's pretty much an Enjolras thing now. I got into DC yesterday, checked out a couple of things before I went to check in and then ran out again because it's not like I was gonna be getting much sleep.

Given how much I sleep anyway, it's not like that's a major shock here, but it's still weird. I keep feeling like it's so much earlier than it actually is, and the whole nerves before the interview thing weren't helping. That said, now that it's over, it actually went...pretty well I think. I'm not sure if they're going to want someone more local for this thing since it requires a couple office days a week and all and they might want someone who doesn't have to deal with relocating for the short term, but...Reporters Without Borders is amazing and they do great work and I'd be willing to do it, and thrilled if they pick me for this internship.

I mean, it's all pretty up in the air as far as this stuff goes, but I'm kinda excited anyway. I get that it's probably NOT going to happen because there are huge, huge numbers of people trying to get in, not just journalists, and it's a chance to do amazing work and help a lot of people in the process but they did seem to like me, which has to give me some points, and there's that slim little chance that I'm hoping works out.


With that all said and done, while I'm here, does anybody want anything before I head home tomorrow night? I'm hitting a couple of the museums later today and did the Mall yesterday, and had an amazing vendor sausage, which, by the way, Joly, still alive, but yeah if anyone actually would like, I don't know, tshirts or mugs or some crap, let me know while I'm still around, will you?

Okay, off to keep on playing tourist. And find lunch. From a cart. Because I can.

Mar. 3rd, 2013

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I had a Dream last night.

It was really vague... But there was a lady all in white that held me. I was younger, and all I really remember is that she was singing me lullabies.

She told me she loved me...

Feb. 27th, 2013


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Today, I am a criminal. ( TW: Rabies in comments)


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I have no idea why I am admitting this on a public forum, where it will probably come back to bite me in the ass later, but I'm already composing a piece for one of the blogs anyway, so hell with it, the valarnet can know these personal details about my life.

Today, I stole something from a job. As in, I went out to the site I was investigating, did my poking around, and interviewing and snapped some secret photos, then I found something I needed to take out of there, slid it up my coat sleeve, and booked it out of there.

With any luck, they're never gonna notice, even when I blow the lid on the bastards this week.

worth it? worth it. )

...Holy shit what do I do with it?

Feb. 26th, 2013


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In light of everyone who has gotten objects from their dreams, I would like to join those ranks. I woke up this morning to find a flag draped around my shoulders. A red flag, riddled with bullet holes, tears, and what's very possibly bloodstains. I recognize this flag from when it was flying at our barricade, when it caught the light of the torches as we waited for the dawn, and spent our last night together, when I couldn't bring myself to go to them, my brothers.

I had too much else to do, despite wanting to tell them everything, and I've done my best to tell them here and since then, but it's hardly been easy for me. Maybe my flag is a reminder I should take this time more often. At any rate, it's gone up on my wall where I can look at and remember it and what I am.

So there's that to think of, and remember and keep me moving forward in this lifetime, toward whatever change that we can manage. It's a good reminder not to get complacent in this life, and not to back down from the things that matter most. I won't be making that mistake again.

Feb. 24th, 2013


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I've been considering a couple things this week, and I have had a clearly amazing idea that all les amis ought to follow through on, because it would be amazing. In celebration of brotherhood and togetherness, and what we mean to each other, I am humbly suggesting that we get tattooed.

It's not exactly helpful for the world, unless we find some way to turn it into a fundraiser, but I think it really important that we all find a way to show the world who we are, some sort of solidarity. Of course, we'll need our own design if we end up doing this, and probably have some convincing to do with a few of our number and placement and such for future professional opportunities but...

We're brothers, all of us. We ought to have something to show the world that.

Yes I'm sober before anyone asks.

Feb. 22nd, 2013

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Cosette, come home straight away. Bring your friends if you must.

No one should be out in this madness.

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I think I'm mainly going to stay home until whatever this is is over, if only so I don't discover knew and interesting ways for Bad Luck to happen to me.

Even if I am a little curious to see what might happen.

The hospital bill might be a bit steep, though.

I think the entire world got a bag of tainted weed.

Feb. 16th, 2013


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I just got schooled by my dream self...

And I don't think I'm going back to sleep tonight.

Feb. 2nd, 2013

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Alright, so. It would appear daily watching of Dr. Oz is extremely helpful when working on a paper about alternative medicines. Now I know about cancer prevention! And allergies to aspirin. And Chinese medicine.

....I wonder how one would test allergies to aspirin, that seems like it could end really badly. Luckily, I'm pretty sure I'm not. Also, if anyone ever laughs at me for inspecting my tongue, I'm going to tell them I'm an advocate of ancient Chinese medicine, and the tongue is the map of the body. So there.

Anyway. Alternative medicine! Give me things to research, guys! It'll be helpful for this paper.

Jan. 29th, 2013


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Hello, Valarnet!

I never did any sort of official hello on here, and then the Blue Plague thing happened and I was kind of distracted. And also trapped in a hospital because of quarantine, not because I was sick.

I'm a law student at UCLA. My name's Eugène Lesgle de Meaux, aka L'Aigle, aka Eagle, aka Bossuet. Only my mom calls me Eugène. Mainly I answer to L'Aigle or Bossuet. Bossuet's a...pun relating to French language stuff and it's a little complicated, but I like it.

Anyway, hello party people and people who are no longer stuck under quarantine!

Jan. 22nd, 2013


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Ma jolie and me just got back from Mexico, day or so after the cure apparently got found. I'm damn glad for everyone that things is getting back to normal, but I'mma suggest to the network what I had suggested to me.

If you been in l'hopital for a good long while, and you got a significant other? Have sex. Seriously. Ain't much that makes you feel more alive than good sex. Plus, if you been in hospital for three weeks, it's been too damn long for most people.

Private to Scott: I mean the homme who talked at me who knows my girl Candy. You make it through the plague? If so, maybe we can talk. Shit got more interesting.

Jan. 20th, 2013

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If anyone needs me, I'll be at the bar. [address here]

Anyone, and I mean anyone, who wants to join me is welcome. First round is on me.

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I'm almost definitely going home tomorrow, and Joly and Marius, who I gave this thing to are going to be okay too. This is the outcome that I didn't see coming, even as of two days ago. I'd imagined when everything started to fail, that I was never getting out of this bed or walking out, but I'll be getting there under my own power several hours from now, and going home, and somehow, against all odds, they found the cure and manufactured it in time.

The time HAS been helpful in a couple ways. I've learned a lot. About myself, about philosophy and about my friends. It's a crazy way to get to know someone you thought that you already knew, especially with Joly who got this thing almost at the same time I did, which meant we spent a lot of time together. And well, with everybody who was quarantined with us too.

The other thing I learned, the most important one in all of this is that I shouldn't always have to hide emotions, feelings, or anything else. They don't actually make me weak, and sharing some of them can help to break the ice, or even just to let people know how you feel in case it's too late.

I've learned not to put that kind of thing off, and that the time to say that you appreciate someone is probably when it occurs to you, before it's to late. So that said:

Joly, Combeferre, Jehan, Bossuet, Marius, Courfeyrac, Grantaire? Thank you.

You mean more to me than I can actually put into words. Not to get too Hallmark on all of this, but you, yes even you, Grand R, are my friends. My BEST friends, and I never say this but I love you and appreciate what you've done for me, and what you were prepared to do. If you hadn't been here, I don't know that I would be here now.

Thank you for that, and for the other support as well, the soup and reading, and the entertainment value. I hope we never have to do something like this again, but if we do? I'm comforted by knowing we'll be there together.

I'm lucky, really lucky that I've been given you guys, and the supportive people on this network. Thank you, and I mean that.

Jan. 17th, 2013


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Locked to Les Amis


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We need to talk about what I just did, and my example none of you should follow.

...If I don't die, I'm officially putting myself on probation. It was probably unnecessary to go as far as I did in the blog yesterday. I stand by it but it wasn't necessary, and I owe all of you an apology for going too extreme and far too soon, and for putting everyone who commented in potential legal danger. It's the internet but we shouldn't get too comfortable all the same, a lesson I've still got to learn.

I think that most of them have written this off as the fever having eaten my brain or something along those lines, which pains me to have it reduced to this, but without that, I've blown the cover we are going to need and soon.

I'm sorry I put you, and put the cause in danger, and I'm sorry I enjoyed it and the traffic, and probably kept Joly awake laughing when it really wasn't that amusing. I know that isn't quite enough just now, but I will do my best to make it better, if you'll all still stand with me.

Jan. 13th, 2013


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I am Harbinger.

Those of you who know me probably know about my club, Child of Leviathan. I know the title is something of a mouthful, but it sticks. I'd just like to remind everyone, in light of this sudden spread of disease, that Leviathan is giving free medical care to any who ask for it. You don't have to sit through sermons or give any donations; our beliefs are based on equality and everyone helping each other.

Yes, we are a religious organisation, but without the usual trappings. We have a very loose doctrine, and you will find no homophobia, no gender prejudice....everyone is free to come along if they wish. Thank you for reading this, and God bless.

Jan. 10th, 2013

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So, uh. Considering 1) creepy plague and 2) both Enjolras and I sound like we're dying of consumption -- the UCLA food drive is, unfortunately, cancelled. Hopefully we can manage it next week if we're doing better.

(Besides, it'd be a bit silly to pass out possibly-infected food, wouldn't it?)

Anyway I feel a bit like crap, so I'm gonna keep this short. Spread the word, if you intended to help.
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Hospitals are dreadfully boring places to spend one's time. Waiting rooms after being removed from our friends' room are doubly so. They are rooms for waiting for answers which are not readily available when one isn't related by blood (and how would they know?) to the person which they are visiting. It becomes very frustrating. And boring. To merely have to wait.

This is true until the very moment in which they are not.

I have this to say about modern medicine: They have come a long way since Asclepius and his snakes. Relying on dreams and visions has become of thing of the long ago past in order to make room for textbooks and gross anatomy. I cannot tell you which approach I find more reliable after seeing what I've seen and hearing what I've heard.

But I could certainly tell you which I find to be more entertaining.
And there are other, smaller, better rooms in which to wait for unforthcoming news. Places with coffee pots.


...Courfeyrac, pass me that mug, won't you?

Jan. 9th, 2013


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Note to all potential visitors for Joly and I :

In general, the nursing staff does not actually appreciate the catcalling, the whistles and the 'Hello Nurse' greetings. Particularly the male members of staff. Even if your hair is still a bit damp from your post fencing/dancing/whatever class it is this semester shower and is falling into those stupid curls you think they can't resist.

Tonight's Headline: Andre Courfeyrac Is Sued For Sexual Assault. Embarrassed Friends Disown Him. Story on page 2.

Discuss.

Jan. 6th, 2013


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I have never seen this many people admitted at once. I'm not sure that we have enough beds here for this and no one seems to be reacting to any of the medication. I'm beginning to think that this isn't just a new strain of the flu like the bird or swine flu. And I hate watching patients get worse like this.

Does anyone have any theories as to what this might be?

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[info]valarnet
Trust dreams to show you how selfish you've been, I suppose. I had the same one I had last night again today, with so many actual poor, actual ill and suffering and dying people in front of me, and woke up with the knowledge that I have been spending the past two days doing far too much feeling sorry for myself and far too much of staying at home curled up and moping when, big deal, I have a bit of a cold.

That's no reason for me to have stayed at home in a blanket fort reading when I could have been out drumming up more support for our food drive, when I should have been working on the details for the service project that I want to do a few months down the line, and when I should not be focusing only on ME when there are people out there suffering from this illness instead of just malingering the way I've done.

I've let my friends come and take care of me instead of going out there to help the people really infected and really sick. I've wasted their time, and put them at terrible risk and for what exactly? My own stupid ego? This is unacceptable and I am ashamed of myself for being so weak, so selfish, and so very, very out of touch.

I cannot continue letting this behavior stand. Since I am doing far better than I imagine many people with this virus are, I must find some way to help with it. I've read that there are wards set up for those who are actually sick. Perhaps if I go there and offer my services since I've already got a touch of it?

Jan. 3rd, 2013


[info]selfcrownedking
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[info]selfcrownedking
[info]valarnet
I think I'm coming down with whatever everyone else is. Either that or it's the power of persuasion after reading about everyone else getting sick. I think I'm going to head to that drug store with the minute clinic.

Jan. 1st, 2013

[info]spider_nerd
[info]valarnet
[info]spider_nerd
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[info]spider_nerd
[info]valarnet
So I'm drink, and I've been drunking all night. Pansys with the floor dancing and I think I might... don't know where my keys are.

Oh and...

John... er... there are probably lots of Johns. Watson... there. Anyway, hey! Hi, how's the day? Great. Same for you Sherlock.

Uh... don't eat the bread in the bread case. I'm growing mold on it. It won't kill you or anything, but may give you explosive diarrhea. And by may, I mean it will. It's the stuff in the red bag...

I...

Maybe it's in the blue bag.

Hey, don't any bread in the house. Alright? I forgot to label it.

Oh and before you try to sniff and smell it, it's not fully grown yet; so, it likely won't show up, and is a bit odorless. It's kind of a new breed I'm working on.

I'm drunk! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Year of the Snake!!! Woo!!

Dec. 31st, 2012

[info]fliesonfourls
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[info]fliesonfourls
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[info]fliesonfourls
[info]valarnet
so hello netowrk.

george fgoreman grills are officially not for making cookies.

love, joly and a laughing pile of couregfey ...andre.
[info]alonelikeme
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[info]alonelikeme
[info]valarnet
Seeing as I'm likely to be confined to my home for New Year's, for whatever reason he can come up with this time...

Are there any interesting books that someone could suggest? Or a movie I might rent?

My father's idea of "fun" on New Year's Eve is board games, which become rather dull when they're all one-on-one.

Dec. 30th, 2012

[info]fliesonfourls
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[info]fliesonfourls
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[info]fliesonfourls
[info]valarnet
It is cold. Either I forgot to pay the gas bill again or I've gotten a fever. Which is always a possibility, but I don't feel hot. I don't know, maybe I am and I'm too far gone to notice it. Someone send help, I might be dying!

Does anyone want to commiserate in being cold with me? I don't even have 'Chetta to warm me up, life is tragic. And probably short, if I'm dying.

[info]the_centre
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[info]the_centre
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[info]the_centre
[info]valarnet
All right, yes. The Christmas Night Incident, as we're calling it now, was my fault. I feel fine admitting this because look at all the good things that happened as a result. So the party wasn't at my house and there was a little damage, which I'll add that I paid for and stayed over the next morning to clean up after in order to fix it, so really, none of you should be yelling at me at this point anymore.

I see by stalking this network that Enjolras has had conversations with women as a result. Quite lovely women in fact. Therefore I sparked the conversations, and by defaming me, he was able to bond with them, which serves as good of an icebreaker as any, right? Especially when you've been in prison and probably aren't at all inclined to any of the various pleasures that can be had THERE...

All in all, I'm going to call that a success, despite the fact it got a little wild. Everyone ELSE was happy. Well, 'Ferre might not have been exactly happy about Enjolras attempting to destroy his family basement but...

As a result of my rousing success THERE, I propose New Year's Eve as well. Everyone I know is coming to wherever we're having it, and anyone else who wants to meet me is invited too.

Oh Marius, there you are. Being boring and studying again? I KNEWI should've checked the library.

Dec. 29th, 2012

[info]hislonelysoul
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[info]hislonelysoul
[info]valarnet
I will study today.

I will. I swear it.

Studying is happening.

Right now. As we speak.

This is me. Studying.