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Ch-ch-changes [15 Feb 2003|03:26pm]
[ mood | happy ]

*squee* Well, as soon as I fix it up, I'm going to have a new paid LJ thanks to Joey. :] It's cruelest_month.livejournal.com. You'll also get to hear about my bizarre Valentine's Day. :]

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[13 Feb 2003|12:35pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

Spent the evening working on pictures for the character generator Jag's making. It's gonna be pretty cool. The images I'm making are turning out so so great. Mmm and I downloaded a ton of fonts last week so it's even happier.

I also drank some Bailey's Irish Cream and yum. I really like that stuff. It's the only alcohol I like. Then I watched half of the Actors' commentary on FotR. *chuckles* They are all just beyond cute especially the hobbits. :] And Orlando Bloom is such a dork. I think it's so cute listening to him gush about the movie. Though I feel bad for poor gloomy Christopher Lee. He needs a hug and a chance to play Gandalf.

I need to write something tonight...and I think I'm off to Sligo tomorrow...or on a day-trip to Connemara Forest. My flat mates are having a little Valentine's Day thing tonight so I'll go to that but then it'll be anti-social time. And I'm taking over the lounge so I can watch Nightmare before Christmas.

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[12 Feb 2003|06:39pm]
[ mood | gloomy ]

I'm from Slytherin!

Hogwart's Sorting Hat Quiz

made by The Genki Gang

Mmm...pretty picture. Mmm sorted into Slytherin.


I think it's time to go home and watch the Simpsons.
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[12 Feb 2003|01:49pm]
One of my best friends got raped this weekend. I'm not sure what to say, how to feel...what to do. There's nothing I can do obviously.

I live in a world that's beyond fucked up.

I don't feel sorry for myself, I feel like a horrible friend though. I want this thing, this psychotic freak to die. This monster who can rape a woman and then go play the piano like nothing even happened.

I want to be back home so I can kill him. Maybe the cops would actually do something then, I'm sure I'd leave more than enough evidence. She doesn't even think they're going to press charges against this freak.

Whatever else I would say seems really meaningless, so that's all.

[11 Feb 2003|05:00pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

I skipped a class and slept in before going out. It's so pretty out today, just like Spring. I couldn't resist getting a cladduagh ring, so now I have one. An original one. Whatever that means. :] Hopefully I won't loose this ring otherwise I shall be quite cross.

I guess tonight I'll work on pictures, a new background for this LJ and maybe a story of some sort. I might re-write one of the old ones that I've been meaning to re-vamp for awhile.

I am not going out and getting drunk even if it is rag week or the week of Valentine's Day. And if my room mates say one more thing about how they need pot or how much they want to go to Amsterdam and get stoned, I'm going to loose it. *sigh* They all seriously need lives. Obsessing over unhealthy addictions and picking up new ones so you can feel more hip while you're in Ireland is just disgusting. Ah, the week-willed sheep of American colleges.

I definately think this weekend needs to be spent somewhere else...I guess somewhere in Ireland since it's kinda last minute. Sligo or Dublin....

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[10 Feb 2003|06:34pm]
[ mood | creative ]

Okay, first I've updated my icons page. I ended up adding a section of tATu icons...^^;; and I added a few more LOTR icons. I think I'll probably use that page as my webpage since the other can't be updated until I go home in May.

I also wrote a sequel to that first Grima POV fic.

I got a letter from Karen, so I wrote her back. It's so nice that she's been sending me letters. I really appreciate her doing it.

Yup, I actually did some things today. I guess in some small way I was slightly productive. I'm still sitting here in the computer lab though I might go soon...so have nothing to do though.

I need to also change the icons I have...and maybe the layout of this page though considering I can't host an image, it won't do me much good....maybe Jag can host it...

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[10 Feb 2003|10:12am]
[ mood | okay ]

Yesterday, I went on a day trip to the Cliffs of Moher and the Burren region in County Clare. Basically Burren means 'the rocky place'. It was so beautiful especially the Cliffs were were right next to the sea and just...dazzling. I'll have to put some of the photos up later. I took 100 pictures if not more. And I picked the best day to go. It was gorgeous there.

I also saw tons of happy farm yard animals. Like baby lambs. And horses. And donkeys. And llamas. <3 And this place called the Druid's Alter, and this Portal Tomb built by the people who built Stonehenge.

And the tour guide, Desmond, was so funny...he sounded just like a lepracaun.

I have a bad case of the hiccups...it's driving me crazy and getting me lots of weird looks from other people in this computer lab. ^^;;

Hrm, guess I'll read some fan fiction since I'm here.

This tATu girls have such amazing voices...

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[08 Feb 2003|05:35pm]
[ mood | lost ]

I'm this close to just buying myself an LJ. I'm this close to writing an angry letter to every member of my family asking why the hell it is that their daughter/sister can spend a MONTH in another country and not recieve one letter. Not even a freaking postcard.

I mean...for crying outloud. I've sent like three letters to everyone in my family. My father never returns half of my calls.

I'm so lonely...I hate saying it, I hate that I might get some sort of pity comment, that's not the point. I don't think having a paid LJ would help...or even a letter at this point. Though I wouldn't object to my mother actually writing me...

Hell, if someone sent me their toenail clippings, I'd be beside myself with glee.

Heh. If that's not sad, I don't know what is.

It's already a lonely 4 weeks...and now it's February...the month I dread. and I have no one at all. It helps that it's pretty here, but...a heck of a lot of good it does me to be somewhere beautiful and to feel this much self-loathing.

So I'll travel, I guess. I need to book that flight to London for March. I'll go see 'Treasure Planet' for Valentine's Day. And eat lots of chocolate and write lots of hate mail to my family.

And I'll try not to bother anyone with much more of these sort of lamentations, but if I do, it's really because it's February. I can't explain much of it. Obviously it stems from Valentine's Day, but Valentine's Day is only the beginning. I remain convinced that there is something evil about this month...seriously.

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[08 Feb 2003|04:17pm]
[ mood | nauseated ]

I haven't gone to the Cliffs of Mohr yet. Mostly because I'm slightly hungover from last night. So here goes:

I went to see that 'Gangs of New York' movie. *shudder* Parts of it were good like Bill the Butcher and this random minor character named Hellcat Maggie. :] But the violence really just made me feel ill...I was pretty much crying by the end because it had been so horrific and none of it had meant anything.

Anyway, after walking home feeling really emotionally out of it, I pasted Colleen and quite a few other people going out to drink. They invited me, I accepted. Getting drunk sounded good.

We went to the Red Square Bar and I got a shot of apple schnapps because one of the girls bought it for me. It was nice, the music was lousy but the company was entertaining. I talked with the Collin/Coleman guy during most of it. He's so cute. :]

Anyway, then we went to this nightclub called Boo Radley's. I pretty much would have had a better time had I been drunk. Unfortunately, I was fairly sober...which made dancing a painful ordeal. I did it though, didn't get much of a choice. The girls were pretty insistent that I join in the 'fun.'

But I'm not meant for nightclubs. I don't get asked to dance, I don't enjoy dancing. I prefer to sit in dark little corners but that's usually when guys come and talk to me so they can get with the girls I'm with or so they can have so some of intellectual conversation. Which can be nice.

I needed to be drunk though, that's the only way you can enjoy this type of activity. So, I let Julie buy me this weird shot that tasted kind of like cinnamon...and something else. Anyway, after the shot of that red whatever, I was drunk.

Which of course is when the nightclub closed. I walked back with Emily who was worried about Colleen who despite having a boyfriend, hooked up with an Irish guy.

So I got back, and spent the next hour talking to Colleen's Irish guy, Thomas and Julie's Irish guy, Darrey. Thomas is going to New Zealand in 2 weeks so he talked about that and Darrey is eventually going to Italy for the year so he talked about that.

But watching them make-out with the other two girls whilst watching 'Monsters Inc.' did not appeal to drunken me, so I decided to go to bed.

At which point, Thomas hugs me and give me a kiss on the cheek.


So I wonder off in a confused drunken state, curl up in bed and have weird surreal dreams about what it would be like to wake up the next day that play out over and over again in my mind.


So I woke up feeling extremely in need of water and with a headache.

Colleen had slept on the couch and Thomas slept on the other couch. He headed out to go on with his life, I suppose. Don't think we'll be seeing him again. Colleen is kinda worried about her boyfriend finding out.

And I have discovered to my absolute horror that the drink I had last night was something called yeager...and it might have been mostly deer blood.

Oh why, oh why? Why did I drink that? *sigh*

I bought the T.A.T.U. CD, the extended version of FotR and a memory card for my camera (which can now take 257 pictures), so that's happy.

Ugh...so anyway, here I am back at my computer in the lab, typing this entry. I'll be here for a bit.


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Fic! [07 Feb 2003|04:52pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Well, I might as well just post this...hopefully it doesn't suck. Hrm, other than that, I haven't done much today besides update my icons page. :]

Title: Never Change
Characters: Galadriel and Celeborn
Disclaimers: I don’t own ‘em, Tolkien does. Blah, blah, blah.
Author’s Note: This takes place in FotR shortly after Galadriel has show Frodo his mirror and she has refused the One Ring. I really like Galadriel and Celeborn as a couple, so that’s pretty much why I wrote this. I found the obvious title for this whilst listening to Tori Amos. :]
You can also find this fic here
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[06 Feb 2003|06:17pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Here's the new icon page as promised. :] Whee!

I probably should head home soon. Though luckily I've discovered some of the computer lab computers have that animatin shop program so I can still make animated icons. ^_^v

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[06 Feb 2003|01:46pm]
[ mood | dorky ]

Ha February! You thought I would forget how much I hate you but I haven't. *shakes fist at the month* Stupid flat mates and boyfriends and valentines.

On a lighter note, I think it's hilarious that Celeborn's real name is Teleporno. Bwahahahahaha! If I ever made a site for Celeborn, I think I'd have to call it Telepornilicious. :]

I wish my screen name was that at the minute. My current one is getting kinda old since I haven't been reading much CLAMP and my falling out with several of the idiots in the X/1999 fandom. I still love CLAMP though. MMm Chobits.

My love for Celeborn is only strengthened by the fact that he didn't leave Middle Earth with Galadriel because he would miss his trees. :]

So, I made more LOTR icons last night and since I can't magically d/l FTP, you know what that means: I'm making another site after Modern Irish Literature.

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[06 Feb 2003|11:31am]
[ mood | drained ]

I keep thinking of that 'Mr. Cellophane' song in Chicago...I keep feeling like that's the story of my life.


I had such weird ass dreams last night. Like my parents having this ceremony for their divorce in this cave with this Satanic priest who was reading from The Book of Nod and the Sabbat Corebook.

And then I was little and living in my old house. I had wispy blonde hair when I was little. Anyway, I was singing to myself and opening the door to let my dog in when this calico cat crept inside and bit my hand. And then all these animals starting going crazy and trying to kill me...

Anyway, I don't relish the thought of sleeping tonight. And I'm a bit wary of the stray animals in this city...

I was however amused to find that I had flung Gandalf the Grey (Hippo) across the room. At least he was spared.

Dead elf.
Killed by... Yourself?
As soon as you heard the news about Haldir's death,
you threw yourself out of a castle window.

How would you die in LotR?
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no i have to do sam
Do I even need to say Pervy Hobbit Fancier? XD

What Lord of the Rings engrish subtitle are you?
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Gah, it really should be too early in the day for me to be having pervy Sam and Frodo thoughts...

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[05 Feb 2003|06:13pm]
[ mood | doh ]

Yargh! I really just want FTP and a paid livejournal so so badly.

So, tonight's plans are:
-watch the Simpsons
-write fan fics
-think about going to a pub and deciding I don't want to because I don't drink
-banging my head against a wall
-watching the premiere of Season 2 of the Osbournes
-lament that the time difference is 6 hours
-go to sleep

Not nessecarily in that order.

There is nothing to do after 6pm here. I mean, there was more to do even in Beloit. ._.


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LOTR is eating my brain and that's fine with me... [05 Feb 2003|04:30pm]
[ mood | creative ]

So, I meant to write Elrond/Glorfindel and instead I find myself writing Celeborn/Galadriel...or Galadriel/Celeborn...whatever it is. It's obviously not slash (unless Galadriel's not telling us something) it's more just a happy, sweet fic. Besides, sometimes a straight couple can be cute. And I think gloomy old Celeborn is adorable. I think it's adorable that he's so whipped by Galadriel. <3

(And personally, I think pairing Celeborn with the husband of his daughter is just gross. Slash for the sake of slash makes me sad.)

And I will write Elrond/Glorfindel then the long fic about the E-twins. For some reason Elrond's sons and his in-laws and Elrond himself intrigue me.


I don't care about Arwen at all. *does the dance of Arwen-Loathing*

I give up on the slash contest.

I like slash in small doses or large doses if it'll be well-written or to any extent depthful, but I must admit I'd rather read/write a story with a good plot and great characters.

And since Jag's writing her weirdness which I want to read, I might get screencaps anyway. >]

I really don't want to got to class....

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Actually.... [04 Feb 2003|07:23pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Go here instead: http://aprilspictures.envy.nu/ireland.html

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[04 Feb 2003|05:37pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Took the easy way out and made a webpage for all the pictures I took of Blarney and probably all the pictures I take during the course of this trip. :] Go see the pictures of Blarney if you like. :]

Now for fan fictions....

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Good, bad, I'm the guy with the gun. [04 Feb 2003|11:21am]
[ mood | content ]

Very uneventful evening, uneventful day thus far. I changed my Theoden icon though. Mmm Aragorn. Mmm quote from Army of Darkness.

As I started my Elrond/Glorfindel fic, I noticed that there's a small problem. Stupid Glorfindel. I can't decide if he should be the same one as the Glorfindel who died killing a Balrog in the First Age(?) and then came back during the Second Age or if this is just some other Elf named Glorfindel because all Glorfindel means is 'golden-haired' although if his hair is gold that means he has Vanyarin blood so....Curses! Why oh why does Tolkien make everything so difficult? :[

Meh, I guess it doesn't really matter...either way, that first Glorfindel died and still would have had to be reborn to come back, so...*sigh* You know, there was a time when I told myself I would never write fan fics that required research OR footnotes....maybe I can still avoid doing that. >]

I also want to write a fic about Elrond and his sons because their relationship is so underdeveloped. That and the strain of Arwen obviously being the favorite child. *kicks Arwen*

Whee! I need a life.

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[03 Feb 2003|02:59pm]
[ mood | amused ]

These Haldir earrings almost make me wish my ears were pierced. :]

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[03 Feb 2003|02:36pm]
[ mood | predatory ]

Oh Viggo Mortensen, why oh why do I like you so much?

Why do I like your scruffy, pathetic beard and stupid shaggy hair?

Why do I keep looking at pictures of you and filling up all of my disks with them instead of fan fics or actual things I need?

Why did I drool all over you during my 4th time seeing LOTR?

It must be the same reason I love David Boreanez. *sigh* But I hate liking them because so many other people do. *pout* But I can't help myself. Whenever I see them I just want to yell out: 'Puppy!' and glomp them.

It's also the wonderful angst of a black-haired man. Mmmm...it's cliche but it never fails.

If I ever have a paid LJ, I'm definately going going to make the icons all angst-y blac-haired men.

And I'll stop being random and try to go do something useful. Like write that Elrond/Glorfindel fic and the Aragorn/Legolas one so I get screencaps. :]

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