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Gacked from mythicwriting! This really does work. At least, it did for us!
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Tried and true by me! Pass it on to your friends and spread the good will!
These are all tips that have helped me become a better peerson [not a typo]. I used to have a rotten temper, but thanks to these five things that I have learned to do, I am more likely to laugh with you at me than laugh at you! "Thank You Self-Esteem-Pals! (TM)"
1. Keep an idea image of your outfit/makeup/hairstyle in your mind, and make sure you think you look good!
2. Avoid cameras/reflective surfaces
3. Take the piss out of everything you can! Laughing is good for your matabolism and burns calories better than running! [Not really, but if you keep thinking that, you'll laugh more and you won't have to go on that 10km run you were thinking of doing!]
4. Make as many jokes as you can! Doesn't matter if they're terrible! If you think they're great, the rest of the world will have to learn to shift their perspectives so it is funny to them!
AND [make sure you do this at least once a day!]
5. Take the Mickey out of yourself. It may not sound very good, but it is a guaranteed way to boost your self-esteem. If you don't take yourself so seriously, then if you screw up, you are not very likely to think "I'm a screw-up. Nothing I do works!" and screw up again! You will be likely to think "Okay, that was funny, but I'm sure I'm not really that bad! I know I can avoid falling over when I play soccer" [the thing I laugh (and love!) about myself the most!] If you fail, laugh it off. You're more likely to succeed with good thoughts running through your head than bad!
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Well, we went down to the glasses shop this afternoon and I am now the proud owner of a pair of spiffy new glasses. I'll post a photo as soon as I can come up with a descent one. |
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I have been given a curse, I fear. I have been reading a book written in 'thee's, 'thou's and 'ye's, and none of ye will ever guess the curse.
That's right. Thine nutty pixie hast been forced into talking like the book. 'Twas a curs-ed book, to be sure. Ye have no idea how many stares I have gotten over the last days. I have been talking like this for a little over a week, mostly at home, but also out and about.
*starts acting like a gossipy Middle Age Queen* My school art having a Faire-thing, and I have written a few plays. Dost anyone think I should volunteer the plays to be performed at the Faire? I am undecided.
Maybe I should recite poetry? That would go down well with my current curse.
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All hail me for I am the miraculus healing machine! Okay, I'll explain. After only sleeping for a max of three hours last night (went to bed at 9:30, dragged my half-dead carcass out of bed at 7:30) and having a v. high temerature for 2 days, a headache for 4, a sniffle, a cough and a lot of heat flushes, I finally managed to fall asleep this afternoon for a half-hour. Which I had been trying to do all day. I woke up at 3:00 this afternoon with only a blocked nose. And nothing has come to visit me, unless you count a couple of sneezes. I know, I know, you wish to worship me -- *buffs fingernails on shirt* -- but, please, you don't have to. Well, if you insist... |
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It took me 15 hours to read DH: 930am, when I was finally in my furry little paws with a squeal to when I shut the book with a sob at 1230am this morning. I loved it, but I really wish I hadn't read it. Now I have nothing to look forward to, unless you count releases from Traci Harding, Garth Nix or Jennifer Fallon (All Aussie, imagine that. 2 in Sydney, 1 in the Northern Territory). But what when they've gone? I grew up with Harry Potter. It is the only hard-core fantasy I can read in any mood (Only one of the other three writes hard-core fantasy on a regular basis; the other two are historical fiction and occasionally he writes sci-fi). I started reading Harry Potter in 1999, a year before GoF was released. Since then, I have been living from one book to the next. What now? Nothing, that's what. ~*~Dear JK Rowling, Harry Potter and the many fans that routinely wander through this small area of the www; It might sound a little overly dramatic, especially when it is considered that I have a book being published soon, but I found, after the hard cover of my copy of Deathly Hallows crashed down, a tear staining the cover, that most of life's fun had vanished from within me. Without brand new Harry Potter adventures to look forward to, there doesn't seem to be as much anticipation. Te proof I didn't want that I'm growing up. Something else I never wanted. I shall miss Quidditch most of all. It is a delightful game, made up by the brilliant mind of JK Rowling. Perhaps you've all heard of her? She's a woman, a mother, with a great imagination. She gave us the Harry Potter books. Have you hard of them, then? She is one of the reasons I don't write full-fantasy. How could someone run along side her, even deluding themselves that they had even a smidgen of the things that made her books sell? Even Tolkien, if he were alive, cannot surpass her might with the quill and parchment pen and paper keyboard and computer. Faretheewell, Harry Potter. I shall miss your adventures, and your triumphs. I shall also miss your games, and your duels. I shall miss your battles with Malfoy, and I might, every now and then, even miss Voldemort and Bellatix. I shall see you on my bookshelf, Potter, when your binding cracks and dries, and your covers fade. I hope one day I achieve a smidgen of the success of your friend, JK Rowling. Even two fans making a website for me to discuss the many things within my book and short stories. I would meet them, talk to them, have some fun. But, until then, Harry Potter, I shall meet you in my imagination. Maybe even after I pass into Keridwen's posession, if the gods see fit to introduce me. ~ Arieska Electra AlexanderAuthor of Many; Friend of None |
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I will not be available for the next two or three days for reasons I am sure everyone will know. I'll be in court for my sister's murder. I kid. That's next weekend. Especially if she continues to spout spoilers. See you on the 23rd, everyone! |
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It really is horrile that people want to spoil the only good thing that's going to happen to me this year. I was reading an article in my local newspaper (I mean, you have to think that it would consider those of us who like surprises) and I was hit with a spoiler of the first chapter's title!!!! Something I did not want to know because now I have all these things to think about!
I told my friend about my current home in a cupboard, and she asked me later what I was doing reading an article about DH when I had the door between me and it. I told her, "Everyone scratched a hole in the door and now I'm going to have to find some plaster to fix it."
And then I was walking to class, and someone was discussing the 'ending of the book' in a really loud voice. I overheard. I was going to strangle her, but the crowd pushed me away from her.
I mean, there has to be someone out there, aside from me, who realises that there is more to life than annoying the crap out of millions of people. If you find a spoiler, keep it to yourself!
As I sent to the newspaper that published the spoiler:
Thank you so much for publishing that Harry Potter spoiler today. I really love learning things ahead of time, especially when people think we should wait until the actual book comes out on Saturday.
Yeah. That was sarcasm.
The fact that you are publishing spoilers while attempting to alert the world to the presence of them is not only stupid, it's irresponsible. Drunk P-Plater irresponsible. Some of us like surprises. Some of us would love to get through the wait to the last book without having to dodge spoilers in the papers. on the internet is expected. But publishing spoiers can be seen as an infringement of JK Rowling's copy right.
Stop. Doing. It.
Have a nice day, wankers.
How dare they publish spoilers in the paper?! You would expect it, as I said, from the internet, or a magazine, but not from a bloody newspaper!!!!!
Gods, I hate humans who love to spoil things for other people. Sometimes I wish I could simply grab a long rope and hang them from a tower.
Jilgar nilgats
Oh, yes, and thank you so much for the spoiler, Ben. You know just how much I LOVE them!
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Here you all go. The next installment of my latest Deathly Hallows offering. I will keep posting these until it's finished, regardless of what the real Deathly Hallows says. ( 8. The Trouble with Falling ) |
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Currently rereading HP. Actually got through CoS, which I have not been able to do since OotP came out. Stay tuned for currently-7-page collection of quotes and quearies. Will post under cut for those with a problem against seeing all that text, not to worry. Last 5 days: Been roaming the country. Next 7-8 days: Dogsitting. Thursday 12th July: Seeing OotP with Geeky. Geeky, don't forget the books, and I have soemthing I wish to very well discuss with you. Advice: Keep an open mind while we chat. Saturday 21st July: Buying 2 copies of DH to keep one 1st edition for many years to come. Will wrapping it in gladwrap do anything to it? Judging on the state of my 1st ed. copy of OotP, it would be better to keep it by itself. My 1st ed. copy of HBP has stains all over it. Being smart this time. |
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Absolutely horrible news that I am sure will come as no surprise to most of you: Every day of the next two weeks, I have something I have to do for school. That means: The holidays are now merely school outside of school hours. Like an extended (two-week-long extended) weekend. That is not cool, seeming as I am being driven around the country side for the first week and the second is being spent at my grandmother's place. Cool. SO not cool.The highlight would be the 2 days I am taking off -- poosh to the schoolwork I have to do (2 days in 17 is not that much!) -- to hang out with Geeky and go see HP5. Pish to the first weekend and second week of next term: That will be spent reading HP 7, at least twice. The teachers apparently forget that doing too much fries your brain: "Make 'em study long, hard and blow their quanta!" (Yes, that is spelt right.) And, on top of that, I have gained an addiction to black coffee. *fizzles*
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A couple of things:
1. I got an 'E' in JKR's latest quiz. That would make it O, A, E.
2. I have figured out what I am wearing to the HP5 movie
3. I have figured out what I am wearing to the HP7 book
Starting with the second order of business, as I showed all I had for the first above, I have figured out my outfit to the HP5 movie.
Now, I know that I will be wandering around my hometown for this, but I simply must do it. Blue cape, red witch hat, wand. I love the cape, so I have to wear it, at least once. Mum & dad won't be there to yell at me to change. So what if I embarass Geeky? I'll be having fun and showing the wider community what my school community already knows: my nickname, Fruit & Nut. Stupid Ashley. And Senay. And Nicci. They made it up, not me.
HP7, however, I will be walking into Borders with my mum/dad. No way in Hades would they ever let me wander around like I will to the movies, so I have settled with making myself look like a wizard dressing as a Muggle: A dress (I own one), a pair of pants and a jacket thrown over the top. I'd put on something else, to make myself seem stranger, but I don't have anything else. And my mum'd kill me. So, I'll wear a belt and put my wand through my belt, and wander around randomly pointing my wand at things, shouting incantations and acting sullen when nothing happens.
Dad refuses to step foot into Borders, prefering to visit the gaming store next door, so as soon as he leaves, i'm going to join in the hordes of millions (okay, not millions) of people trying despirately to get HP7. And I swear, if DH is as bad as HBP, I am going to sit out the front of JKR's house and demand her to rewrite it. And by the sound of "two parts of the same novel", I should start saving for the airfare. *starts to retch*
Any way, happy PotterMadness to you all! |
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Today must be my day of getting things. I recieved a pressie in the mail, and I had a look in my inbox, and I got a positive response from a literary agency. That means that, if I can scroung up about $AUS100 ($US70-$US90), I might be in with a chance at representation. I need the money for a professional critique. The actual agency'll get 10% of whatever I sell my story for. I've also finished all the plays I have to write to be performed over in the US this summer, so that's all done. Now all I have to do is actually focus on my school work. As if that would ever happen. |
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I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry about who I am. I'm sorry about you finding out. I'm sorry that I forced your hand. I'm sorry that Hades took it upon himself to adopt me. I'm sorry that I take so long to understand simple things. I'm sorry that almost every word that comes out of my mouth is a lie. I'm sorry that I won't ever be what you want. I'm sorry that I am who I am. You have no idea how sorry I am for that. I'm sorry that I act crazy to get attention. I'm sorry that you have to see that. I'm sorry that I'm not like anyone else. I'm sorry that you can't understand. I'm sorry that no one can navagate my mind enough to see what's wrong. I'm sorry that I told you what was wrong. I'm sorry that I like you. I'm sorry that you don't like me. I'm sorry that you will only remember me. I'm sorry that I can't be as smart as you want me to be. I'm sorry that I'm not as smart as I want to be. I'm sorry that I don't have the resources that others do. I'm sorry that you have to see me cry. I'm sorry that you still don't understand. If I could tell you, I would, but I'm sorry I can't. I'm sorry that I am the size I am. I'm sorry that I think the way I do. I'm sorry that you never will. I'm sorry that my heart is not big enough. I'm sorry that my imagination is too much. I'm sorry that I talk to myself. I'm sorry that you find that scary. I'm sorry that my accent shifts almost constantly. I'm sorry that you can't understand me half the time. I'm sorry that you can't imagine what I can. I'm sorry that you aren't me. If you were, you'd be better at it than me, and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you don't care. I'm sorry that you don't get it. I'm sorry that you never will. I'm sorry that you don't find me funny. I'm sorry that you never will. I'm sorry that I'm not serious enough. I'm sorry that you're too serious. I'm sorry that you hate yourself. I'm sorry that I hate you too. I'm sorry that you love no one. I'm sorry that I don't love nothing. I'm sorry that I love sitting alone in a corner. I'm sorry that you don't understand that, either. I'm sorry that I talk to imaginary friends. I'm sorry that I can't hold onto them for more than a week. I'm sorry that you never had one to start with. But most of all, I'm sorry that you aren't big enough to admit all of this.
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I'm just leaving you this here note to tell you that you have got to pick a branch! You're hanging off one, and it's about to break. Choose either the tree next door, or the next branch. And do it quickly. The branch is going to snap very soon. Like, within the next six months. June, July, August, September, October, November... The branch will snap November 13th. So pick one! ~Serqankhra |
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Was Darkness, then Blood.... Now Ice...
Where was your soul born?[pics + detailed answeres]
Your soul was born in Ice.Some might think that water and ice is the same, but that's not true. Ice is what becomes of water when water gets hurt. Your element was once water, but something happened and your element turned to ice, which resulted in you soul being born in ice. Maybe someone close to you died or someone close to you betrayed you in some way. Either way, you are now a completely different person from who you were before. You are now shy and drawn back. You want people to notice you but you're afraid to make friends. You don't want to be hurt again. Depressed and mournful thoughts is eating you up inside. You want to scream but you just keep holding it all inside in fear of being rejected. Take a chance! There are people out there and they want to be friends with you.
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You know, looking through your old posts is actually very enlightening. Okay. Returning you to your regular programming now. |
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