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[03 Apr 2004|09:30pm] [ mood | irritated ] [ music | Slayers - Jama Wa Sasenai (4:42) ] ... I still don't have eleven fingers, Alexus. And if you won't lend me one, someone else will have to. Any appendage will do, really. I'm not particularly sure Icebringer cares what she slices, as long as its within the Code. 6 thornpricks| stop and smell the roses

[07 Mar 2004|08:28pm] [ mood | blank ] [ music | NoAlbum - Wish You Were Here (4:06) ] "It's Amn's birthday today?" "...." "*checks sidebar on friends page* It's Amn's birthday today =D;;;" *sighs and rolls her eyes* stop and smell the roses

[30 Dec 2003|07:51pm] [ mood | impressed ] [ music | NoAlbum - Sexual (4:35) ] I've come across quite an intriguing new pasttime: Knitting. It's... rather stimulating. Quite exciting, really. Would anyone happen to have any more yarn? stop and smell the roses

...frozen jibblies? [18 Jun 2003|10:57pm] [ mood | indifferent ] [ music | Saiyuki - Red Criminal (Gensomaden Saiyuki) ] Sometimes it's best, so I've heard, not to ask. Although simply by mentioning it, apparently I ask. Such trivial things. Xellandria is worrying that her 100% her-character in Flow of Destiny, Tora, is too much like me in my "estranged apathy". There is nothing more to say. 1 thornprick| stop and smell the roses

Hmf. [07 Mar 2003|03:19pm] [ mood | cynical ] [ music | Frank Zappa - Why Does it Hurt When I Pee? (Joe's Garage) ] Another year. Does it matter? The traditional "happy birthday" song sounds like a funeral march. Not particularly. Xellandria is simply childish like that. She's considering giving the human boy a journal.. what was his name? James. Since she's in the process of recreating all our preferences files, I suppose she figures it'd be easiest to do it now. He could have mine, for all I care. Pointless matters. stop and smell the roses

Again we start this melancholy dance of age [09 Feb 2003|03:47am] [ mood | blank ] [ music | Tokuyama Hidenori - For Real [Instrumental] (Gensomaden Saiyuki) ] ... Xellandria is making me update. With what? I'm active, supposedly.. but I do nothing. I sit in my room and stare at the ceiling, or at the door, or some piece of the sparse furniture all day. There's very little furniture in there. I suppose it's her way of letting us decorate how we want to, with just a bed and a chest, we can bring in whatever we want. There's a portion of me, however small, that wants to actually do something with it. Of course, I do need the storage space the chest gives me, so I can't take it out. I don't have a lot, but I dare not open the closet.. this is Xellandria's head, after all. Xellandria is procrastinating again. If I gave any care to what she did, I would certainly go and... what is it that Alexsander uses... poke her... to work on one of the many things she's been putting off... her contribution for that studio holiday project, her project for school, the poem for school, getting a job... as it is, however.. I don't care. Why should I? Pointless matters. stop and smell the roses

[08 Oct 2002|12:39am] [ mood | indifferent ] ( Read More... ) Pointless matters. stop and smell the roses

Arrogance [04 Oct 2002|09:57pm] [ mood | indifferent ] [ music | Andrew Lloyd Webber / Tim Rice - Pilate's Dream (Jesus Christ Superstar) ] There is a fine line between confidence, self-assurance, and cocky arrogance. Too many I've met cross that line as if they care little about the consequences. Thinking too much of oneself leads to an ultimate downfall, while thinking too much of others can cause the same effects. Learning to keep in the delicate balance is an art many could learn, if they ever got their heads off and out of their rears. It is not an impossible thing, to curb cockiness or arrogance. I have done it; I had to, I nearly lost my life to my own. What makes people think that they can't do it? Many of them have never tried. Trivial Matters. stop and smell the roses

[04 Sep 2002|04:44am] [ mood | indifferent ] [ music | nyKad, Dale North, Nate Cloud, Mustin - Needles (Megaman 3) ] Well. Xellandria's little fetish comes out once again, and here I am. I cannot promise you I will update this... foolish thing often, or at all. But, I suppose.. since you seem to be absolutely brimming with curiosity... My name is Amn. I am human, like most of you... at least, partially. I will not say more, it is a subject I prefer to leave to the blabbermouth boy, Shiekar, who I know will reveal the plot of our story long before a full chapter is finished being written. The idiot... My age is irrelevant. I am a sword-mage, considered the best female sword-mage in the history of the desert kingdoms. They call me Vincia Sanya, the rose of the desert. Apparently this is due to an odd plant which many find beautiful, yet has sharp and painful thorns. I see no use for beauty. It is impractical, irrelevant. Yet it is something I've been called. The desert rose, Amn, the doombringer of Sidemersey, Amn, the judgement gavel, Amn. These and more, I have been called. Pointless matters. stop and smell the roses

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