What a great day... hee hee hee.

Just got back from vacation on the beaches of Harad. (That's why I haven't updated.) Had a wonderful time, between swimming in that beautiful, clear water and riding the Oliphaunts. Everyone gives Harad a bad rap, but I don't know why. They've got some of the best food and most interesting architecture, and Gondor can't hold a candle to their beaches. I figured I'd spend a few days down there with everyone gone from the keep, and when I come back, everything's gone to hell in a handbasket. Jeeze. (At least I got a tan, and some phone numbers... heh heh heh.)

I also brought back seashells for everyone. Hee.

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Arrgh. What a nice fantasy, but now it's on to real life.

Actually, I had a great day. Yesterday was a *very* shitty day, but today was just spectacular. Nothing special happened; I started a new story (sorry about the RPfic, guys, but I have to work on originals only for right now.) Dad and I put up a switch in this doctor's office downtown. Very run-of-the-mill uneventfulness, but as we were leaving, the doctor handed me a check. Handed ME a check, not a check for me to give to my dad, a check with MY NAME on it. Twenty-five bucks, people! I'm rich! I'm wealthy! I'm the Queen of the World!!! I feel like I should jump around like Daffy Duck in that one cartoon when him and Bugs found the genie bottle...

AND my room is clean. AND I went through the shoebox from high school with all the old notes in it and laughed my ass off. AND I have lots of clean laundry. AND two story ideas. AND things to do. AND I found direction. YIPPEE!!!!

I had this strange dream last night where life was like a Pinky and the Brain episode. The Brain stayed the same but Pinky kept rotating... every few minutes he would be played by someone else. My mom was Pinky; My dentist was Pinky; so were Kate, Joe, Lance, JC, Mr. Bick, my sister and Legolas.

I think it's impossible to have a bad day when you wake up laughing hysterically to the image of Legolas Greenleaf, Aloof Elf Prince of Mirkwood, going, "NARF!!!"

...I have twenty five bu-ucks! Neener neener neener!!! HEE HEE HEE!!!!

Sorry, I'm just thrilled to be alive.

What a great day... hee hee hee.

Just got back from vacation on the beaches of Harad. (That's why I haven't updated.) Had a wonderful time, between swimming in that beautiful, clear water and riding the Oliphaunts. Everyone gives Harad a bad rap, but I don't know why. They've got some of the best food and most interesting architecture, and Gondor can't hold a candle to their beaches. I figured I'd spend a few days down there with everyone gone from the keep, and when I come back, everything's gone to hell in a handbasket. Jeeze. (At least I got a tan, and some phone numbers... heh heh heh.)

I also brought back seashells for everyone. Hee.

......................................

Arrgh. What a nice fantasy, but now it's on to real life.

Actually, I had a great day. Yesterday was a *very* shitty day, but today was just spectacular. Nothing special happened; I started a new story (sorry about the RPfic, guys, but I have to work on originals only for right now.) Dad and I put up a switch in this doctor's office downtown. Very run-of-the-mill uneventfulness, but as we were leaving, the doctor handed me a check. Handed ME a check, not a check for me to give to my dad, a check with MY NAME on it. Twenty-five bucks, people! I'm rich! I'm wealthy! I'm the Queen of the World!!! I feel like I should jump around like Daffy Duck in that one cartoon when him and Bugs found the genie bottle...

AND my room is clean. AND I went through the shoebox from high school with all the old notes in it and laughed my ass off. AND I have lots of clean laundry. AND two story ideas. AND things to do. AND I found direction. YIPPEE!!!!

I had this strange dream last night where life was like a Pinky and the Brain episode. The Brain stayed the same but Pinky kept rotating... every few minutes he would be played by someone else. My mom was Pinky; My dentist was Pinky; so were Kate, Joe, Lance, JC, Mr. Bick, my sister and Legolas.

I think it's impossible to have a bad day when you wake up laughing hysterically to the image of Legolas Greenleaf, Aloof Elf Prince of Mirkwood, going, "NARF!!!"

...I have twenty five bu-ucks! Neener neener neener!!! HEE HEE HEE!!!!

Sorry, I'm just thrilled to be alive.

Lorelei, by Sylvia Plath

Found this, and thought you all might like it.
~ Niri

Lorelei
It is no night to drown in:
A full moon, river lapsing
Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,

The blue water-mists dropping
Scrim after scrim like fishnets
Though fishermen are sleeping,

The massive castle turrets
Doubling themselves in a glass
All stillness. Yet these shapes float

Up toward me, troubling the face
Of quiet. From the nadir
They rise, their limbs ponderous

With richness, hair heavier
Than sculptured marble. They sing
Of a world more full and clear

Than can be. Sisters, your song
Bears a burden too weighty
For the whorled ear's listening

Here, in a well-steered country,
Under a balanced ruler.
Deranging by harmony

Beyond the mundane order,
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
On the pitched reefs of nightmare,

Promising sure harborage;
By day, descant from borders
Of hebetude, from the ledge

Also of high windows. Worse
Even than your maddening
Song, your silence. At the source

Of your ice-hearted calling-
Drunkenness of the great depths.
O river, I see drifting

Deep in your flux of silver
Those great goddesses of peace.
Stone, stone, ferry me down there.

Lorelei, by Sylvia Plath

Found this, and thought you all might like it.
~ Niri

Lorelei
It is no night to drown in:
A full moon, river lapsing
Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,

The blue water-mists dropping
Scrim after scrim like fishnets
Though fishermen are sleeping,

The massive castle turrets
Doubling themselves in a glass
All stillness. Yet these shapes float

Up toward me, troubling the face
Of quiet. From the nadir
They rise, their limbs ponderous

With richness, hair heavier
Than sculptured marble. They sing
Of a world more full and clear

Than can be. Sisters, your song
Bears a burden too weighty
For the whorled ear's listening

Here, in a well-steered country,
Under a balanced ruler.
Deranging by harmony

Beyond the mundane order,
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
On the pitched reefs of nightmare,

Promising sure harborage;
By day, descant from borders
Of hebetude, from the ledge

Also of high windows. Worse
Even than your maddening
Song, your silence. At the source

Of your ice-hearted calling-
Drunkenness of the great depths.
O river, I see drifting

Deep in your flux of silver
Those great goddesses of peace.
Stone, stone, ferry me down there.