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Massive Angst Manifesting ITself As a Green Fairy
by
narodnikkki
This is a story about a young man attempting to write a story. What kind of story the young man is trying to write nobody knows except the tiny little green twinkling fairy hovering beside him right at this exact moment. The young man's name is, well, he does not want you to know. He's looking at me right now and telling me to please not bother him and could you stop talking to whoever it is that you are talking with. It creeps me out man. Okay, I reply. But secretly I switch to my telepathic mode and thats why we are still able to have this conversation right now. This young man we are talking about right now is wearing only shorts. He is sitting on his chair and struggling to write something on the blank sheet of paper in his typewriter which is in his study table. Tack, tack, tack, the prehistoric machinery goes. Why he's still writing using a typewriter in this age of ultra-thin laptops is something of an enigma, a peculiarity unique to himself. I have only met this young man a week ago. We are roommates in this dormitory for male undergraduates in this university somewhere in southeast asia.
Where we are is this three by nine meter room where there is no airconditioning and not even an electric fan. Every night it gets so hot that even the walls they sigh and sweat. There is nothing to do but try to sleep in your bed and wait for dawn to come where it is cooler. I look right and the wall clock on the door says its ten in the evening. It's ten in the evening and my roommate is still at it, click clacking. I however am conversing with you using my amazing telepathic abilities and with this special ability of mine he does not know that I am telling you that I really hate the way the fairy is looking at me right now. Hey, maybe fairies can read minds, maybe it is reading my thoughts right now, wa wa wa this is to certify that the quick brown fox jumped on the...all work and no play makes jack a pretty dull boy.
Oh my god, it can really actually read my mind. Besides that it can also talk to me telepathically. It's saying I will kill you at exactly ten fifteen this night. Well, I reply, fuck you stupid green fairy, me and my buddy right here (meaning you) will, using our mind energy kill you first. And then we concentrate really hard, we close our eyes and visualize this evil killer fairy being crushed by our psionic powers. There it is now, yes floating and we try to crush it and then we open our eyes and then oh no, shit it's still alive. It's still alive and it's smiling now and in its right hand it is holding a huge knife. A huge knife which is about a foot long. I take out my tape measure quickly, my heart racing now, and measure the knife. Yes, it is exactly a foot long. Twelve inches I mutter to myself as I quickly return the tape measure to its rightful place inside the second drawer of my study table. The fairy is hurtling at me now with the knife and oh my god it's coming..but then a knock on the door.
I open the door and at the door is our neigbour, known only through his alias in our corridor as The Homosexual. The Homosexual says in a voice filled with lust and longing, hey guys what are you doing this night, wanna come to my room and play poker with me. The Homosexual is not wearing anything at all except for a red lipstick smudge on his lips. Me and my roommate and the fairy (which is invisible to The Homosexual) look at him and I finally say, Fuck You, get the hell out. And I slam the door on his nasty homosexual face.
The wall clock on the door falls to the floor and I see that its clock face says that it is ten thirty in the evening. I look at where the fairy was but it is not there. Frantically I search for the fairy but the tiny dumb insect is nowhere to be found. I feel something in my chest, I look down and fuck, there it is, the stupid knife is in my fucking chest. Embedded so deeply that only the wooden handle is visible, and oh the blood, my blood it's everywhere. On the floor. On my bed. On the door. On my books. How am I going to clean all this up? I will try to pull the knife. Okay, one, two, three. Dammit, I cant pull it out. I will try again, one, two, fuck it still won't come off. I notice something written on the handle. I lean my head and I see it spells...Excalibur. Damn you fairy, I shout out.
The End
Massive Angst Manifesting ITself As a Green Fairy
by
narodnikkki
This is a story about a young man attempting to write a story. What kind of story the young man is trying to write nobody knows except the tiny little green twinkling fairy hovering beside him right at this exact moment. The young man's name is, well, he does not want you to know. He's looking at me right now and telling me to please not bother him and could you stop talking to whoever it is that you are talking with. It creeps me out man. Okay, I reply. But secretly I switch to my telepathic mode and thats why we are still able to have this conversation right now. This young man we are talking about right now is wearing only shorts. He is sitting on his chair and struggling to write something on the blank sheet of paper in his typewriter which is in his study table. Tack, tack, tack, the prehistoric machinery goes. Why he's still writing using a typewriter in this age of ultra-thin laptops is something of an enigma, a peculiarity unique to himself. I have only met this young man a week ago. We are roommates in this dormitory for male undergraduates in this university somewhere in southeast asia.
Where we are is this three by nine meter room where there is no airconditioning and not even an electric fan. Every night it gets so hot that even the walls they sigh and sweat. There is nothing to do but try to sleep in your bed and wait for dawn to come where it is cooler. I look right and the wall clock on the door says its ten in the evening. It's ten in the evening and my roommate is still at it, click clacking. I however am conversing with you using my amazing telepathic abilities and with this special ability of mine he does not know that I am telling you that I really hate the way the fairy is looking at me right now. Hey, maybe fairies can read minds, maybe it is reading my thoughts right now, wa wa wa this is to certify that the quick brown fox jumped on the...all work and no play makes jack a pretty dull boy.
Oh my god, it can really actually read my mind. Besides that it can also talk to me telepathically. It's saying I will kill you at exactly ten fifteen this night. Well, I reply, fuck you stupid green fairy, me and my buddy right here (meaning you) will, using our mind energy kill you first. And then we concentrate really hard, we close our eyes and visualize this evil killer fairy being crushed by our psionic powers. There it is now, yes floating and we try to crush it and then we open our eyes and then oh no, shit it's still alive. It's still alive and it's smiling now and in its right hand it is holding a huge knife. A huge knife which is about a foot long. I take out my tape measure quickly, my heart racing now, and measure the knife. Yes, it is exactly a foot long. Twelve inches I mutter to myself as I quickly return the tape measure to its rightful place inside the second drawer of my study table. The fairy is hurtling at me now with the knife and oh my god it's coming..but then a knock on the door.
I open the door and at the door is our neigbour, known only through his alias in our corridor as The Homosexual. The Homosexual says in a voice filled with lust and longing, hey guys what are you doing this night, wanna come to my room and play poker with me. The Homosexual is not wearing anything at all except for a red lipstick smudge on his lips. Me and my roommate and the fairy (which is invisible to The Homosexual) look at him and I finally say, Fuck You, get the hell out. And I slam the door on his nasty homosexual face.
The wall clock on the door falls to the floor and I see that its clock face says that it is ten thirty in the evening. I look at where the fairy was but it is not there. Frantically I search for the fairy but the tiny dumb insect is nowhere to be found. I feel something in my chest, I look down and fuck, there it is, the stupid knife is in my fucking chest. Embedded so deeply that only the wooden handle is visible, and oh the blood, my blood it's everywhere. On the floor. On my bed. On the door. On my books. How am I going to clean all this up? I will try to pull the knife. Okay, one, two, three. Dammit, I cant pull it out. I will try again, one, two, fuck it still won't come off. I notice something written on the handle. I lean my head and I see it spells...Excalibur. Damn you fairy, I shout out.
The End
A lot happened meanwhile OR why I gained so much weight
This Saturday my brother had his birthday. He's now 11 years old, and as the big present he got a wii.
O WOW! I was skeptical in the beginning both of the entire consule and the choice of game my Father bought. I mean its not the classical controller its a remote control like you use for a tv. with a weird numchuck you attack to it. and it vibrates in your hand and is weird to use. And then I tried and boy oh boy I was hooked. I played till I had a pounding headache and felt nauseous. And I am pretty much a hardcore gamer! (well on the PC I am). Super Mario Galaxy is a really really fun game. My brother is slightly better than I am though. But eh, I'll take the excuse that I am ahead of him in the game and had to discover everything for myself and how it all works (including the wiimote). We also went to the mandarin restaurant and stuffed our faces.
today, I woke up and also played till I felt bleah and then ate some cake from yesterday. No wonder they call it the wheeeeee!
Friday My friend called me and we went around first to the coffee shop and then we walked to the promanade found out we were late for movies. I forgot my idea so couldn't take the bus to any billiard place nor to the sushi place to get some sake. One of my characters in an online game is nickname shortened to 'sake' (but sounds more like cake). And then we went to country style and got some more team and something fatty to eat. And two really really ugly guys came up to me and her and asked if they can join us. Bleah. no thanks. asked us if we go to a school around here. I asked them if they are. apparently one of them is going to go to the UofT. well yeah high school grads of ugly doom. Since my friend swallowed her tongue I told them they are a bit too young for us, lol. Which they probably are. Just becuase we are short gals doesnt mean we are that young. I am going to go to my 4th year (and then I'll have to stay some more, because while I was not put on probation thank goodness, I will have to repeat some courses ;.; ) and my friend is a working woman dammit.
Earlier that week I went out with her the entire day , and in the morning we got some fattening chocolate chiller and then went to a Vietnamese's place where we stuffed out faces in a non politically correct size dishes.She paid for EVERYTHING, because I didnt have any money and then she bought me a purse. Because I never had a bag of my own, and i dont really know anything about them and she was going to buy one herself cause the seller guy talked her into it and I was using a small green bag from a store to carry my stuff always.so yeah my first purse ever is a designer purse that cost over 100$.
Monday last week we also went to a bar and I got food and something similar to bloody mary which was very yummy.
So yeah, I am a fatass, and I was planning to lose some weight too but things get in my way and I just wanted to get in the moment and have fun . Bleah. Why cant I be like those girls who eat and eat and still thin despite the fact they have like 0 muscle and never exercise? I never was skinny not even when i used to exercise a lot.
Anyhow: the manager of home depot called, calling me for a job interview for a part time cashier. omg yay! only wait! she wants me to bring in not one but TWO! references. Yes, standard, I know. Only I really dont have any. And I don't have any friends like my friend has who are going to pretend to be my previous boss or something and neither do my parents. what am I going to do? =(( I really need a job and I want that job cause the distance is convenient, and the pay is ok and there is a lot of stuff I want to buy/pay for besides the essentials. Also, I would be very embarrassed if I didn't get it because my friend works there.
To finish this post I will post a fairy me I created from that disney website, simply because those things are SO FUN to do, also I am a sucker for fairies. My hair is tied up most times now like that, only right now its more reddish and not purpleish (well more on brown too cause its fading out) , BUT it used to be that colour back when i coloured it purple, so nya.
O WOW! I was skeptical in the beginning both of the entire consule and the choice of game my Father bought. I mean its not the classical controller its a remote control like you use for a tv. with a weird numchuck you attack to it. and it vibrates in your hand and is weird to use. And then I tried and boy oh boy I was hooked. I played till I had a pounding headache and felt nauseous. And I am pretty much a hardcore gamer! (well on the PC I am). Super Mario Galaxy is a really really fun game. My brother is slightly better than I am though. But eh, I'll take the excuse that I am ahead of him in the game and had to discover everything for myself and how it all works (including the wiimote). We also went to the mandarin restaurant and stuffed our faces.
today, I woke up and also played till I felt bleah and then ate some cake from yesterday. No wonder they call it the wheeeeee!
Friday My friend called me and we went around first to the coffee shop and then we walked to the promanade found out we were late for movies. I forgot my idea so couldn't take the bus to any billiard place nor to the sushi place to get some sake. One of my characters in an online game is nickname shortened to 'sake' (but sounds more like cake). And then we went to country style and got some more team and something fatty to eat. And two really really ugly guys came up to me and her and asked if they can join us. Bleah. no thanks. asked us if we go to a school around here. I asked them if they are. apparently one of them is going to go to the UofT. well yeah high school grads of ugly doom. Since my friend swallowed her tongue I told them they are a bit too young for us, lol. Which they probably are. Just becuase we are short gals doesnt mean we are that young. I am going to go to my 4th year (and then I'll have to stay some more, because while I was not put on probation thank goodness, I will have to repeat some courses ;.; ) and my friend is a working woman dammit.
Earlier that week I went out with her the entire day , and in the morning we got some fattening chocolate chiller and then went to a Vietnamese's place where we stuffed out faces in a non politically correct size dishes.She paid for EVERYTHING, because I didnt have any money and then she bought me a purse. Because I never had a bag of my own, and i dont really know anything about them and she was going to buy one herself cause the seller guy talked her into it and I was using a small green bag from a store to carry my stuff always.so yeah my first purse ever is a designer purse that cost over 100$.
Monday last week we also went to a bar and I got food and something similar to bloody mary which was very yummy.
So yeah, I am a fatass, and I was planning to lose some weight too but things get in my way and I just wanted to get in the moment and have fun . Bleah. Why cant I be like those girls who eat and eat and still thin despite the fact they have like 0 muscle and never exercise? I never was skinny not even when i used to exercise a lot.
Anyhow: the manager of home depot called, calling me for a job interview for a part time cashier. omg yay! only wait! she wants me to bring in not one but TWO! references. Yes, standard, I know. Only I really dont have any. And I don't have any friends like my friend has who are going to pretend to be my previous boss or something and neither do my parents. what am I going to do? =(( I really need a job and I want that job cause the distance is convenient, and the pay is ok and there is a lot of stuff I want to buy/pay for besides the essentials. Also, I would be very embarrassed if I didn't get it because my friend works there.
To finish this post I will post a fairy me I created from that disney website, simply because those things are SO FUN to do, also I am a sucker for fairies. My hair is tied up most times now like that, only right now its more reddish and not purpleish (well more on brown too cause its fading out) , BUT it used to be that colour back when i coloured it purple, so nya.
MORE of Why I Love Kids
Working cashier again.
Girl comes through with her mom - she's maybe seven, nine, somewhere in there. She watches me very seriously for the first twelve seconds, just working, and then announces, "I love you. Come to my birthday."
Totally random stranger. I smile, and said something like, "You're having a birthday?"
"Uh huh. It's gonna be a fairy party. All the girls come dressed as fairies. The boys come dressed as elves."
More smile. "Sounds cool."
Nods fervently.
Meet her mom's eyes, who has that expression of parental amusement and exasperation that I love. "She's inviting everybody. The birthday's in September."
Kids are awesome. :D
Girl comes through with her mom - she's maybe seven, nine, somewhere in there. She watches me very seriously for the first twelve seconds, just working, and then announces, "I love you. Come to my birthday."
Totally random stranger. I smile, and said something like, "You're having a birthday?"
"Uh huh. It's gonna be a fairy party. All the girls come dressed as fairies. The boys come dressed as elves."
More smile. "Sounds cool."
Nods fervently.
Meet her mom's eyes, who has that expression of parental amusement and exasperation that I love. "She's inviting everybody. The birthday's in September."
Kids are awesome. :D
Breaking the glass
Dear World,
Are things taking a turn? I finalized myself with rational thoughts to get myself in a finished mindset, and something just falls into my lap to change all of that all over again. Is this irony? Karma? Fate? I'll have to see. At least now, though, I think I'm finally breaking through the glass that's holding me in place. Maybe now, I'm finally able to see.
This entry wasn't supposed to make sense.
Sincerely,
Nikolas
What to believe in...
Cal and I were talking about what we were going to have the child believe in, not religion, but in the way of Santa Claus, the easter bunny, and the tooth fairy. We have decided to do all of them, I remember when my mom did the whole tooth fairy thing. On 1x1 inch pieces of paper, she would write so incredibly tiny that I completely believed in it, thinking about all the little things my parents did when I was little makes me wonder if I'm going to be such a good parent as them. Aw dangit, I'm tearing up...stupid hormones.
I worry a bit, but no parent is ever truly prepared for a child, I fear it a little...okay, a lot. I have no clue what I'm getting myself into, I admit it freely, no clue!
I believe that I have waay too much time to think on my days off @.@
I am starting to show quite a bit, it's actually so obvious that a woman at work asked me if I was pregnant, hehe :) I have to start a lotion regimen to make sure I don't get nasty stretch marks :P
But how is everybody else doing :O
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