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[May. 24th, 2009|12:46 pm] |
I really need to get a job that doesn't involve hanging out with another guy my age and talking about how other guys' legs move for an hour or so. It does odd things to my brain, and then I'm walking around wanting to tell people how to walk.
Eventually someone is going to just punch me, and that will stop it from being funny. I guess I haven't had any real conflict recently, except arguing with Nathan, but that's more like a sanity test, really. 'Do you think Nathan Summers is a self-righteous blowhard?' 'Yes?' 'Good job, still sane.'
heh
It occurs to me that I might be a little bit masochistic, now. Oh well.
No work tomorrow, or at least no work in the flower shop, and Scott's doing private training. So I either need to hook up with my lovely girlfriend and do something dorky, or actually, you know, buy another set of clothing so I'm not rewearing the same three t-shirts over and over again.
Maybe I'll just get four more and designate a shirt for every day of the week. |
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[May. 14th, 2009|11:09 pm] |
It is my great displeasure to announce that I am no longer rubbery.
It was nice being tall for a little bit. But I guess it was inevitable that I'd go back to normal eventually.
Oh well. Is anything happening tonight? I kind of want to get out of the apartment for a little bit, but it's morning where most of my friends are, and I feel like dancing or going to a bar.
The bar thing is optional if the party's in America. But not if it's any place with a reasonable drinking age. (Seriously, how much more mature am I going to be in nine months?) |
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|02:03 pm] |
I...cannot be mad.
I have not been singing sad songs, I have not gathered flowers with special meanings for people, and I haven't been hiding under my bed at all.
So why is it that all of my plants are TALKING TO ME??
They're terribly nice. It's good not to have to second guess when they need a bigger pot or plant food, but...
my plants are talking to me. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|09:20 pm] |
I hope everyone comes home safely. I hope Darius comes back to me.
I barely know what to say, I am so worried.
Kon? Are you all right?
I don't know what to do. I feel I should be doing something. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|05:48 pm] |
Well, I have taken up a hobby. To get my mind off the current weirdness. And so I don't make myself crazy.
DDR is FUN! My whole body hurts but it's fun anyway. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|03:47 pm] |
I do not know what is going on. People are little or big and they're not the same? It's all very confusing.
I'm the same.
Has anyone seen Darius Summers? |
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[Dec. 27th, 2008|09:43 pm] |
My goodness, Christmas is quite an event here, isn't it?
I hope everyone liked the flowers I got for them. I was quite at a loss!
Does anyone have any helpful hints to walk in high heels? |
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[Dec. 18th, 2008|10:28 am] |
In order to further understand the phenomenon in question, I feel I should gather information from others on their experiences in being drawn to this supposed alternative dimension.
Perhaps one or more of you might volunteer to explain to me the principle experience that brought you to what we’ll label “focused reality shift.”
I much enjoy that phrasing. Not at all as flighty as “bubble theory,” but I warned Dr. Linde on naming things that sound like lavatory cleaning postulations.
Though I do enjoy those cartoon bubbles that clean the toilet. Oh! Imagine if such were true. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2008|06:27 pm] |
I am in my new home!
It's so very nice to sleep without screams waking you up. All the plants seem very happy that I am here and I am so thankful that Darius helped me clean up in here.
Tomorrow I get to go to the flower shop! Ms. Torres says she'll put me to work in the back room making arrangements until I feel better about meeting with the public.
I'm so excited! |
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[Dec. 5th, 2008|09:46 pm] |
I will be moving next week. I am dreadfully nervous, though they have been teaching me things to cope with living on my own.
Ms. Torres will be checking in on me each day and I am going to go to the flower shop soon, too.
I have been feeling well, and thinking clearly, for the most part. There are hard days sometimes, but if I keep myself calm, I can get through it.
I am looking forward to spending a lot of time in my sunroom, tending my plants, and having friends over to visit. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|06:36 pm] |
It looks like I shall be moving quite soon. I am terribly nervous. But it is for the best, and there are those willing to help me.
I'll be living in a very pretty house and there will be someone coming to check on me every day for a few weeks to make sure that I will be all right by myself.
I vary between being terribly excited and terribly nervous. But it mostly is a happy thing. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|02:50 pm] |
owwwwwww
all sore and achey
not leaving bed. offers of massages and icyhot are acceptable. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2008|12:27 am] |
Life is strange.
Not bad, not wonderful, just. . . strange.
I think this is the first time I've ever gotten along well with women. Now all my awkwardness seems to focus on important meetings of the 'getting into school with a suitable scholarship' vein.
If anyone needs me, this rather spectacular embarrassment calls for a round of hot chocolate.
I should still do well, I had very strong test scores, and serving, however briefly, in the military did give me an edge. I shouldn't have stayed up all last night with the LAN clan contingent at Nate's place. Curse them and their evil influence. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|11:37 pm] |
Things are a bit better today. I talked on that tele-whatever thing to Ms. Torres, and apologized to her for becoming so upset.
The conversation went much better, though we did not talk about fathers in any way. Apparently, I own a florists' shop. How interesting that people now make a profession out of arranging flowers.
Apparently, the florists' is called Elsinore Florists.
Perhaps I am not mad, and everyone else around me is. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
I had a first meeting with the person who would be trying to find me.
I...think it did not go so well.
I got upset.
I'm still sort of groggy from the sedatives.
I am so ashamed of myself. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2008|09:49 pm] |
I ventured outside today...just in the courtyard.
How does everyone deal with those high buildings? Aren't you afraid they will fall on you? I had to sit on the ground because I got dizzy looking at them.
There are lots of strange noises and smells. It is rather...unpleasant.
My doctor says that they are vetting someone who says they know me. I'm very nervous about that, because I don't know these people.
Things have gotten very worrying. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2008|01:38 pm] |
Ophelia, may I visit you today? I know I'm not your brother, but I'd still like to cheer you up. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|06:57 pm] |
My name is Ophelia.
Does anyone know where my brother Laertes is, or where my lord Prince Hamlet of Denmark is?
They have me here, and they won't let me out to find him. |
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