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Bang Bang Maxwell's Silver Hammer [26 Jun 2006|02:28pm]
[ mood | gloomy ]

Entry Number: ¾

It was around noon when I finally came out of my room today. I had been in there all morning, being lazy, and doing things that a lazy person like me would. EX: Lying on my bed looking up at the ceiling, having a staring contest with my computer, listening to the radio etc. I think for a while there I was planning on staying in my room all day, but as always my hunger outweighed my determination and I left the room for lunch since I was starving[I had skipped breakfast]. After microwaving some chicken-noodle soup and then nuking it with Cayan pepper and other various spices, I, like any bored person would do, moved to the sofa were I clicked on the TV.

Murphy's Law states there was nothing on. So, likewise, there wasn't anything on. Except the news. You know, that boring station that only talks and interviews people sobbing their guts out? That station. Anyway, I was too lazy to wrestle with the DVD player to open[it opens, but usually doesn't stay open. You have to hit the button ten times for it to work] I actually watched the news. Now, something you have to understand is that I barely ever watch the news or read the newspaper and therefore I'm not well versed in events. So the report I was watching I had never seen before. It was talking about a murder in a neighborhood. I listened as they said "A mother and her son brutally murdered.." and before the news lady who was wearing far too much eye makeup could finish I said "Father."

I was right.

Now isn't that sad? That when I see a news report and I hear that a mother and her child were killed I think it was the father and I'm right? And it goes for other things too. If I hear that two children were killed I think 'parents.' If I hear that a kid was kidnaped I think 'parents' as well. If I hear that a woman was killed and her daughter saw the whole thing in front of her I think husband. It's incredibly bitter that most of the time if somebody is killed it's a family member or a friend that does it. It makes me feel... Small and helpless... Well, I'll just have to fix that one day won't I?

A particularly deep entry, a little too sorrowful for my tastes. I'll make it up to you guys with something happy next time, I promise.

Yours Truly,
A Friendly Neighborhood Procrastinator,

write a novel

[25 Jun 2006|07:20pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Recent Developments: I took a shower and cut my leg shaving.

Not enough for an actual entry. So I'll give you another work of mine, my friends. A particularly old work that I still need to revise and make into a story. Yeah... I should get back on that. Well, either way, here you go:

Up, Up, and AWAY!Collapse )

write a novel

Earrings are Devious Things [24 Jun 2006|03:59pm]
[ mood | shocked ]

I cannot even begin to describe how much it hurt.

It wasn't as much the wound itself as it was the idea of what just had happened to me. It's that kind of thing when, lets say you're bleeding on your leg. A fair amount of blood, it's a good enough cut. You don't even notice it, you're walking through your classroom, or your home, through your office, traveling up the stairs to your apartment or even just jogging down the street. And then somebody notices that cut on your leg, and they helpfully[or hysterically] point it out to you. You glance down at the injury, just slightly shocked and then BAM! It starts to hurt right? Well, that's why what happened to me hurt. I'm quite sure it was all in my head.

But furthermore, let me go on with my story.

DOWN WITH THE EARRING STUDS! [Read more]Collapse )

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Not Even Batman [23 Jun 2006|09:51am]
[ mood | aggravated ]

You know, I very rarely go onto message boards just to talk to some random people about random things. I understand that a lot of people do that. Well, I'm not one of them. Usually if I'm on a message board I'm on an RP site, and Rping while I'm at it[go figure]. However, just now I did go on a message board, just to talk to some random people about random things. And low and behold, about five-minutes into my ramblings I very suddenly remembered something very important that I always seem to forget...
Let the rants continue!Collapse )

Yours Truly,
A Friendly Neighborhood Con-Artist,
~Loki WhiteRaven

14 typos + write a novel

Sharing Joy and Sorrow [22 Jun 2006|10:13pm]
[ mood | drunk ]

Sharing Joy and Sorrow: Act One, Scene OneCollapse )

Feedback is much appreciated if you can stand reading it...


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Well, What do you expect out of an Oddball? [21 Jun 2006|11:29pm]
[ mood | dorky ]

Dear Readers,

I'd like to think I'm polite, or at the least a tiny bit kind. I'd like to prove to myself that I am, so that's why I'm starting out with this short, but all the same powerful warning of mine. So, simply put, if you are very protective of your sanity or, better put, your dignity then I highly suggest you turn and leave to look at a less odd journal. However, if you are particularly obsessive, crazed, unusual, open-minded, and all-together just you and nobody else, then by all means read on.

Well, now that we've got that ordeal behind us, please let me start by introducing myself. My name is 'insert-wonderful-name-here' but most people call me Loki for reasons unexplained. I'm going to keep this short for you, because I know that if I ramble too long you'll all grow bored and fall asleep on your keyboards thus making something like 'yyvhjugyt' or 'op;p;p;./' in your post as a result of your head attempting to type. So furthermore, I am going to explain my nature to you by a simple argument I made in my drama class two years ago, by reading it you with either 1) go insane 2) understand it 3) faint from thinking pains or 4) laugh. All four way however, you'll probably understand me a little bit afterwards, even if you didn't quite understand it. So, more or less, lets show it to you, shall we my duckies?

'Thinking Outside the Box is Impossible'
By: Loki WhiteRaven

Thinking outside the box is impossible. Wanna know why? Because if you're 'thinking outside the box' you wouldn't ever say 'think outside the box' you would say something more creative! Like, 'Think outside the triangle' or 'Think outside the Lokigon' or 'Think outside the Elephant' or 'Think outside the one-sided-polygon.' But if you're thinking outside one of those things, then it's not 'the box' anymore, it's 'the triangle' or 'the Lokigon' or 'the Elephant' or 'the one-sided-polygon' and therefore 'Thinking Outside The Box' is impossible. I rest my case.

Well, there you have it. Part of my nature, right in front of you! Confusing? Well, that's my job... my unofficial job at least. Oh, I am dearly sorry if I confused you though. One thousand pardons, I apologize.

*sigh* It must be my oddness catching up to me...

Yours Truly,
An Evil Neighborhood Stalker,
~Loki WhiteRaven

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