http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 15 Dec 2009 20:51:30 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/26836785/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/26836785/ Wed, 26 Aug 2009 13:09:40 PDT
I myself got into One Piece despite all the reasons that have been listed quite often; the art was weird, where was the bishounen [I don't like bishounen], the character designs off-putting - etc etc and other procrastinary bull(I believe the final convincing argument was, 'ah, what the hell, my OTP in Naruto is getting pretty boring anyway'. Yes, my main reason for getting into One Piece was because I had worn a universe-sized hole in my old fandom. I'm not ashamed.).

Words are immaterial compared to the brimming emotion of pure happiness and relief that I found in One Piece. Men who are drawn like men! Character designs that don't hold back! A pair of brothers who don't have an incredibly angsty relationship!

It's like Oda didn't just think outside the box, he blew the box to smithereens and then created One Piece from the shattered remains.

But I digress.

In any case. I've been an avid anime fan for some years now, as has my twin brother. My younger brother (aged 15)? Not at all. At all at all at all.

But.

He doesn't like One Piece.

He LOVES One Piece.

He laughs at Luffy's antics (look, he's picking his nose!), winces at the battle scenes, boos the villains, oohs the cool moves.

My younger brother. LOVES. One Piece. We go through about three-five episodes in a row. He'll play first-person shooters until late at night, then come into my room and say, 'Hey, I'm really sorry...I know it's late, but can we watch One Piece?'. Or, 'We'll make breakfast, and then watch One Piece'. Or, 'You make breakfast, I'll get your laptop, we can watch One Piece while we eat.' Or, 'We can watch One Piece after dinner'. He turns his phone on silent and ignores texts while we, yes, watch One Piece. One Piece physically converted him. And since my twin doesn't read it, I can make One Piece jokes with him!

(The first thing I said to him after Sanji's arc was: Hey, you know Mihawk's boat? The one shaped like a coffin? Yeah. What does he do when it rains? Does he open one eye, then the rain gets scared and runs away? Where does he keep his food? Also. My younger brother thinks Mihawk is THE SHIT. And that Zoro's three sword style is the coolest thing ever. And that Shanks is AWESOME. And we've only just hit the Arlong arc. I can't f*cking WAIT until we hit Water 7, goddamn.)

One Piece is just such an unbelievably, incredibly special manga. And I thank Oda every day for creating it.

That, and oh gods the incredible yaoi, I can't believe I actually picked the mainstream ship for once, ZoSan forever, have you read Pirate Ship Noah, hot damn, ONE PIECE THANK YOU FOR EXISTING.

And tonight? When I asked him if he wanted to watch some One Piece? He turned to Will and said, 'Sorry, I can't watch 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly' tonight. I didn't get to watch One Piece last night, so...'

My brother.

Picked.

One Piece.

Over.

Clint.

EASTWOOD.


One Piece: it'll make you laugh until you pee, cry until you get a headache, and power your soul to the extreme.

It also builds new and irreplaceable bonds.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/26060325/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/26060325/ Mon, 20 Jul 2009 07:42:00 PDT
A couple of weeks ago we bought a dozen pack of eggs, and every single egg had a double yolk.

Eternal Sonata: who knew a classical musician with chronic tuberculosis could be so badass?

Rune Factory: I'M CHOPPING WOOD! WHY IS THIS SO MUCH FUN?!?! I need to get the one that doesn't have any scary monsters or fighting. Why is farming, a thing I would never enjoy in real life, so much fun to do in a game?!

I'm writing and ignoring everything else...

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/25016333/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/25016333/ Fri, 29 May 2009 14:18:28 PDT
I've been reading an inordinate amount of fanfiction lately, and what's worse it's all been Naruto fanfiction. I don't care if the latest chapter is Deus Ex Machina, the geriatric toad is alive again and that's all I care about.

I desperately want to make a new Dev I.D. that doesn't utterly suck, but all I have is Windows Paint. My brother has a copy of Photoshop that he rescued from his friend, but for whatever technical reason I can't open the document that gives me the code so I can access the programme...this is annoying and problematic.

I'm writing again! Kind of. I've discovered that the only difference between holidays and college is what causes you to procrastinate. Need to study? Need to write? In a few minutes, I need to look something up on Wiki...



I'd tell you that you shouldn't have wasted the wrist movement, but if you're anything like me it's probably the only kind of exercise you've had all day.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/24699976/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/24699976/ Mon, 11 May 2009 09:02:22 PDT
In the middle of exams right now...I hate my job...I'm buying too much...but the sun is shining and I have nail polish in every colour of the rainbow, so life is overall pretty good.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/23132716/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/23132716/ Wed, 11 Feb 2009 03:34:40 PST and my own stuff. After a horrible and desolately long period of stagnation, I'm finally making magic again.

Damn yeah, that's right, uh-huh, I'm a genius. I am a literary genius.

I'm writing a Naruto Gakuen fic, which is shaping up nicely. I'm writing (in my head, that counts) a pseudo fanfiction which may or may not be about Kankurou. I'm in the vicious throes of writing another Gaara fanfiction entitled 'Crochet' - I swear I come up with some stupid ideas, but no less stupid than many, many others I've seen. I'm battling my own fiction ("Moth") that steadfastly does not want to be written, but damn it, it will comply. Eventually. But at least I have a plot for it. And I've got a magnificent gender bender Naruto fanfiction on the books, illustrations of which my brother will be posting here once he gets an account. I've also got another own fiction which is bubbling away happily under the surface of my brain, and involves creepy puppets, deadly clowns, and a ringmaster that's only ever wanted to make children laugh.

I'm happy when I think of my productivity. I'm on this world for me, and no-one else.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/23132663/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/23132663/ Wed, 11 Feb 2009 03:25:38 PST
--

I've defined myself as 'ninja retarded'. There is no chance in hell I would ever survive in any world that requires talent at moving extremely quickly and making complicated hand signs. I can barely manage the birdy. Shikamaru and I would probably mesh very well, but we'd both be too lazy to make the friendship work.

--

I've dropped in my assignment a few hours ago, and now I'm steadfastly typing so I can miss a contract law lecture.

Please tell me someone else gets this feeling of misplacement - what am I doing here? Why am I doing this? I have no drive, no desire; I have nothing. It's like I'm an empty bowl and other things come and fill it up. I don't socialize, I don't strive, I write because I want to acheive something with my life, but I have the feeling that if I turn it into a real job I'll bow under the pressure and lose my only defining trait.

No matter what I do, I always feel this detatchment, like there's a film between me and the rest of the world.

It's annoying, and I don't want to leave it behind because it's my protection.

Why do I function like this? Keeping people agreeable is so hard, but it's harder to be nasty to them.

Give me a purpose...and I'll still end up finding something better to do with my time.

Let this feeling fade...I think I might be thinking in a different way than the way I actually am.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/23017840/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/23017840/ Thu, 05 Feb 2009 10:05:32 PST
Oh god, Maldoror, please, write more LeeGaa/GaaLee! You're the best, and I can't go back to what I was now that I've read you!

I guess the only thing fo rit is to write my own LeeGaa yaoi.




Naruto fanfiction and LeeGaa has utterly consumed my life. The only thing remaining is a tiny smidgeon reserved for writing my own stuff, and a corner filled with guilt and worry about college work.




Meh, I always pull through. If I keep calling myself a genius, maybe one day I'll believe it.


Now...what's next? Ah, yes. The ballerina/ninja combo...

Also..? I sha-la-la-la-la-la-kissed-de-boi.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22594757/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22594757/ Thu, 15 Jan 2009 11:58:55 PST
I have been sitting down for the majority of this day. That's not as much fun as you'd think. My legs and lower back are killing me.

On the plus side, I've discovered that the long pseudo-sofas in the O'Rahilly building are comfortable as hell. I completely recommend sleeping there. I did, and I'm the better for it.

Although I could be better.

It's almost eight o'clock in the evening and I'm still in college.

And no, I'm not studying. I only ever study when I have a test.

...

This could explain my grade average.

...

I need to think about this...

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22593586/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22593586/ Thu, 15 Jan 2009 10:38:51 PST
I'm meeting him for lunch on tues and I think - I'm not sure, but I think - he's making it.

OMGLOL!

I feel the need to spread the rainbow. Everybody, quick! Cram a packet of skittles down your throat and dance a crazy sugar-hyped rave dance of happiness! Wo0T!

Everybody! DANCE!! DANCE LIKE YOU WANT TO WIN LOL EVANGELION HAHA I'M SO FREAKIN' HAPPY XD

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22464979/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22464979/ Thu, 08 Jan 2009 05:52:03 PST
So I cut out the middle man and now I'm reading the dictionary.

Yes. I'm reading the dictionary. And what's even more surprising is that it actually seems to be working. So far I'm on the first page of A, and having fun coming up with Naruto examples to try and remember the words.

I came across 'abdichten' - to seal - and I was like, oh god this is almost too easy. Shukaku ist in Gaara abdichten or something.

Next thing's next: memorize a grammar book.

I JUST LOL'D.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22237634/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22237634/ Sun, 28 Dec 2008 05:39:11 PST
Who on earth is visting my page?! Why? How did you get here? Was it an accident? On purpose? Did curiousity irresistably pull you from your browsing screen and lead you as Alice through the rabbit hole into a realm hitherto unscavanged by your eyes or cursor? Or was boredom the intangible factor that led you in pursuit of my page? Did you leave me coldly without a word when you saw I was literature based - 'oh god, another writer'...

Just wondering. Say hi. Drop a comment. Or a fav. Or a devWatch, I'd like that. Like everyone else on the internet, I thrive on the attention of people I've never seen or heard of before and derive the life force that sustains me from the scant approving comments that are thrown to me from across cyberspace, much like a creative vulture tailing the meat van in a safari park. That analogy actually turned out more accurate than I expected...

You could make it my Christmas AND birthday present. I just want to know who's raising my counter and not saying hi!

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22170361/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/22170361/ Wed, 24 Dec 2008 15:40:10 PST


]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/21900797/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/21900797/ Tue, 09 Dec 2008 15:30:45 PST
Anyway, check it out!! I'm really excited about this, I've hit triple digits!

It can also be found in the Christmas Challenege, Mrs. Norton's Drawing Room section of holmesian.net/forums. Page five, I think. I'm under the name Haidee Lewis.

It got favourited here in about seven minutes! XD

I'm happy!

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/21825538/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/21825538/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 02:47:43 PST
Well, December is upon us again, as it is wont to do during Winter, and naturally with it it brings the most hallowed of celebrations, Christmas. This holiday is well-known across the world for its decidedly exuberant appearance and is reputadely in some way related to somebody's birth. Don't tell me. Given time, the name will come to me.

In any case, as usual, I'm typing a journal entry in a none-too-veiled attempt of procrastination as I steadily avoid tackling that Constitutional law essay that's due for Monday. Ahhh, is this the wonders of student life and college they were talking about? I'm pretty sure alcohol was mentioned somewhere in the equation. Not that it would do me much good - I have a feeling if I ever did get over my deeply-ingrained dislike of the taste, smell and look of alcohol, I would probably have a Rock Lee-like reaction to it. For further reference, see Naruto episodes 123-126, and the unfortunate side effects joy and sugar have on my self-control.

Imma...imma go now.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/21433671/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/21433671/ Tue, 11 Nov 2008 07:14:56 PST
Law and German is - cue for a disproportionate understatement - hard. Really hard.

I'm typing off of a lovely sleek laptop - all MINE - and avoiding reading a text for one of my German modules. I'm secretly thinking of all the secret yaoi I have secretly stashed in my favourites box. Hooray for y!Gallery, hooray for GaaLee.

I seriously shouldn't like that paring - if there was ever anyone that went against my yaoi sensibilities, it would probably be Rock Lee. But when he's paired with Gaara - my god! It's heaven. I've found some really good fanfiction - and I mean good; I like my slutty kicks but I do have standards - by BannanaBean on y!Gallery called "Troublesome Medicine". Well-written, nicely paced, logical flow of events, and above all, HOT. Check it out, those of you who see this and are into GaaLee.

Yeah, in case you haven't guessed I'm in Naruto mode right now. It's like turning the soil - every now and then I completely obsess over one universe, jumping from couple to couple and occassionally self-insertioning for kicks until I've utterly wasted myself, and then I jump to a new universe. Currently my yaoi kicks are being satisfied by Gaara and Lee, and my hetero kicks are being satisfied by - wait for it - Maito Gai and Kankuro. I know, right?! I seem to have taken a seriously odd swing in tastes recently. Also, who knew GaiKankuro was so fricking HOT!

I love y!Gallery. So, so much.

My mood is not neutral - I just can't seem to change it. It's horny, and I'm telling you that because it was something you desperately needed to know.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/20440611/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/20440611/ Thu, 11 Sep 2008 14:56:57 PDT smexiness of my new haicut.

Oh yes. A mere vocable of traditional fashioning is not in of and itself astute enough to properly express the nigh-unfathomable expression of what my new hair cut truly is, and lo! We as weak and foolish mortals, eager in our desires and so easily excitable must, therefore, with no other avenue available to us, revert from the esteemable colluquy to the unfortunate colloquialism; a realm of impossibility and excitement where emotions are only emotive when squeezed and cajoled into suchlike phrases as 'lol', 'omfgbbq' and 'ftw'.

In summation: my new haircut transcends the bonds of plain vocabulary, and deserves only the best of whatever best one can glean from the harsh and bony language of amalgamated slang; smexy.

Yeah, imma tired of talking like that. In case anyone was wondering, yes, I did use a thesauras, but only ONCE; I didn't want to use the word 'word', so I got 'vocable' and 'colloquy'.

For those of you who skipped the above paragraphs because they were dense text, you didn't miss anything besides my rather elaborate declaration of the smexiness of my hair, coupled with my love of taking perfectly unassuming phrases who had never done a wrong to anyone and twisting the hell out of them until what I get is something so full of syllables that it must be intelligent.

I had a really good day today. College orientation was tuesday and that wasn't so good; thanks my uncanny ability - no, rather, my lack of ability - regarding human interaction, I felt a little isolated, very overwhelmed and frankly, more than a little pissed off that there were no good looking guys present that I broke out in tears for about twenty minutes later that night. It took a whole lotta mom therapy to sort that out, but I think I've sort of grasped that I can't know everything right away, that I can't control it, and that because it's the start of the term I'm not meant to do or know anything.

I just hate that. I want to be really prepared for this year so that I'm not overwhelmed by work later on. But, I'm just going to take it step by step.

The cat lying on my arm is making this really hard to type. However, she's like a fuzzy hot water bottle, so I haven't the inner strength to move her.

There's a tangled skein of emotions (I've always wanted to use that phrase) within me with regards to college. It's a very, very BIG thing, and my head is used to little things. It's like the idea of college is so huge it can't fit into my head; like it's bursting out the back of my head.

But, I'm slowly getting used to it.

Fuck, I love my new haircut. I am so damn hot.



There was probably a point to this journal entry, but it was lost in the overwhelming smexiness of my new haircut.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/20236828/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/20236828/ Sat, 30 Aug 2008 13:37:07 PDT me lately:

I've been offered a place in UCC for my first choice, which is the highly regarded, highly accredited Hons BCL Law and German, aren't I so clever, yes I am. Not only that, but the points dropped and I got a first round offer, which means I am the creme de la creme, the cream of the crop, the [please insert appropriate food analogy]. I am officialy a high-achiever, two years in a row, despite the fact that I keep making spelling errors while I'm typing and I have no concept of deadlines (sorry, Allan! Flight stuff coming to a hotmail account near you soon).

I feel that I am deserved in feeling not merely a smidgeon, but a full-blown, whale sized bucket of pride at this. No, not at the fact that I'm slowly but surely manhandling my fear of deadlines and my keyboard illiteracy into control, but that after doing the leaving cert twice, I got my first choice, first round offer, and I am finally, finally going to college.

I have been reminded that pride is releated to vanity, the former of which is a deadly sin and that latter of which treads closely to. My response is that the movies "Queen of the Damned" and "Alexander" were deadly sins; vanity and pride are both given attributes in human nature, and not necessarily things to be shunned entirely. If we give up on pride and vanity, we lose a sense of self-worth which can lead to accidentally purchasing and watching "Queen of the Damned" and "Alexander", something we should all be aware and wary of. Taken too far of course, both can be all-engrossing, and can lead to danger on many levels of our humanity. But that's a given with everything in life.

Speaking of turtles, I have one.

I was tired of the previous subject, so now I'm switching it to a shorter one; that of my new pet turtle, Fred.

Not Frederick. Not Freddie. Trust me on this. It's Fred. Just Fred.

He's as adorable as anything that swims where he eats and pees can be. The huge (well, it's not huge, but it's pretty big) is correctly placed accordingly to Feng Shui experts Mother-unit and Father-unit.

Got yaoi? I do. Lot's of links to yaoi maga.

My mind is like a broken record, it hops and skips to kingdom come...

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/19945661/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/19945661/ Thu, 14 Aug 2008 02:51:22 PDT
English - A1
History - A2
Business- A2
Japanese- B2
Irish - B2
Art - B3
German - B3

Those grades are, needless to say, incredible, especially considering the fact that it is the first time - ever, in my entire life - that a C-grade is not part of the results. All A's and B's.

I'm so happy!

I put down Law and German as my first choice, and I should have that in the bag, as the cut-off points last year were 485 and the estimate this year is 495 (I think).

This year I got 515 points.

I'm too excited to finish this journal properly and say all the things I wanted to say, so I'll just break off here and get something to eat.



]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/19273033/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/19273033/ Tue, 08 Jul 2008 12:04:17 PDT
Diet's over, and, as luck would have it, the computer's ALL fixed. Unfortunately the hardrive crashed, so I've basically got to work out my favourites folder from scratch. Ah well, if I can't remember it, then the link probably wasn't that important.

So, yeah. Just to clarify, I only did the gym-diet thing for the fitness. The problem with the word 'diet' is that 'weight-loss' instantly comes into your head. Diet also means 'what you eat'. I changed my diet and went on a new diet - a diet very high in protein so that my muscles would have a better chance at firming up. Anyway, I'm off it now - I weigh about 8 stone 13 pounds (I lost five pounds of fat and gained one pound of muscle) - although being off all my favourites not only made me appreciate them more, but it also made me realise what I was putting into my body, and to be conscious of balancing it out with other types of food, as well as exercise.

Anyway.

I've got a tonne of books and dvds I'm looking forward to watching, as well as manga and anime online that I'm going to catch up on. *sings happily*

*****

DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND TSUBASA: RESEVOIR CHRONICLE AND OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB ON THE INTERNET? I've tried the usual haunts, veoh, etc.

PLEASE HELP, I REALLY WANT TO WATCH IT!!

*****

Got some disney dvds dirt cheap in that zavvi store, wheee. *runs into a corner and indulges her inner child*

Anyway, I'm off to gorge myself on anime, manga, and disney, as well as reconstruct my favourites folder.

Tally-ho!

Hatheny

PS, Also, I can't change my damn mood emoticon. Imagine the emoticon for 'content', if you don't mind.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/19103576/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/19103576/ Sun, 29 Jun 2008 04:04:23 PDT second I decide to work on some Flight 5 the computer craps out on me. It's been in the shop for about five days now. At this precise moment I'm working off of my dad's laptop which is almost excruciatingly difficult to manage, especially when it comes to typing with nails a little less than a half-inch long. Usually typos occur with normal kepboards; on this laptop, if I did not carefully watch every letter I typed, this journal entry would not be dissimilar to a variant of deeptongue, a language composed almost entirely of consonants and ravaged larynxs. Whatever those happen to be.

What most certainly does not help matters along is the fact that for the past three days I've been going to the gym. Both my parents swear by it and fine, maybe it will work. But right now I'm stuck on a protein diet which = no bread products. No fibre. That means my staples; cereal, sweetbread, and other bread based thingummies. Also, no sugar! I think you can guess what that means.

So for the past three days I've been gulping supplements with yum-yum iron and whatnot and tablets that smell like dog food. Hey, maybe they're working. All I know is I'm insanely sore all over and I have a sugar withdrawl headache that encompasses the entirety of the left side of my cranium, which, I assume, is part of the head.

There isn't enough Epson Salt in the world.

In other news, I'm cracking down on my summer reading; the only two Terry Pratchett books I'm missing are 'Interesting Times' and 'Eric'. I've got travel books for Germany and Japan, some Studio Gibli (aargh aargh can't remember how to spell it) movies and some other movies I want to watch as well. I also plan to re-watch the entire series of Outlaw Star, but only when my dad leaves, as I don't consider it "parent safe".

I also have Ouran High School Host Club volumes 1, 3-9 (missing 2, I'll get it next week hopefully), which is an excellent series. I'm not usually a fan of shojo manga, being more of a Gakuen Heaven, BL doujinshi kind of girl, but I have to say, anything that comes out from under Bisco Hatori's pen is pure magic. I'm saving it up for next weekend, to cheer me up when I ge even sorer. Also I have this...thing about not reading ahead...it goes against protocol!

Ahhh...gosh I missed typing. My diet is sucky green veg, lean meat and zero sugar, but at least I have books and an emergency keyboard.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18679946/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18679946/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 13:14:41 PDT
All of my exams, save Japanese, is on next week though, so I've got a lot of cramming to do this weekend!

Getting well stuck into Avatar Book 3, and loving every minute of it. That is one well-made anime - it has the pacing and stand-alone qualities of a Western cartoon with the action, style, appeal and continuity of a Japanese anime. I usually start out all new things with an open mind - as in, I don't go all-out and declare love for it, and I try to notice mistakes it makes as well as the good things. But so far, it's pure perfection. Ten out of ten.

I'm planning on finishing up Gankutsuo, Naruto Shippuden, Code Geass, the second series of Code Geass, and finally watch Millenium Actress, which I've been dying to watch for ages. This will all be done after the Leaving cert, which will officially finish for me on the 20th.

Man oh man, I can't freaking wait to throw out all of those notes...

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18675022/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18675022/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 07:39:58 PDT
I've never experienced loss to this magnitude before.

It's not nice. It's horrible. I wish it would end. All I have left are pictures and the marbles he used to play with, and the memories he left me, and god it hurts so bad. He was mine, my baby, and now he's gone and it's just not fair.

I don't know what else to say.

He brought me such joy, and so much frustration. He'd play hooky at night, scratch and bite the hell out of my hands, and stretch out on my bed and push his face against mine when I rubbed his belly.

He was ginger and white, and his tail was patterned like a raccoon's. You could tug that tail, step on it, jerk it around and he would never react. Once I put my foot on his tail to stop it from flicking, and his whole body flicked instead.

He was like my child. He brought out this patience and tenderness in me that I never knew I had. He helped me grow and learn more about myself. He was only around for a few months, but I can't remember a time when he wasn't there, just as I can't imagine a time when he won't be here.

I don't know what I'm going to do. It hurts so much. It feels so bad.

This afternoon we're going to bury him, in the copse of trees he loved to hide in and the ditch he loved to climb down. If any of you pray, please pray for me, and please pray for him.

R.I.P., my forever, my only,

Percy

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18382020/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18382020/ Sun, 18 May 2008 11:48:27 PDT
Well, anyway. It's not all bad.

I went to see Iron Man today, and it was amazing. So damn good. Anyone who goes and sees it, wait until all of the credits are over, because there is an epilogue that will not dissapoint.

It was actually so good it made me question why I had ever dropped out of X-Men and the Avengers. Then I realised it was because I had no money.

I would be further tempted to re-enter comics, absence of money notwithstanding, were it not for the sheer horror I feel at the mere thought of attempting to delve in and catch up on all the storylines and development in the past three or four years that I've been out of it. All the characters, all the arcs, the storylines, the twists and developments that I've missed add up to what must be a monumental amount, and it's that amount that terrifies me.

I mean, It's one thing to go back when I've nothing better to do with my time, but I've got exams, and then scripting comics for Penkiller, and then working on three seperate novel ideas, and then working on two seperate comic book ideas with my brother, and then trying to write an Alpha Flight one-shot for someone else. Also, I still have to give Neelola her birthday poem.

I don't think I could physically manage that, and try to keep up with the X-Men and Avengers. So, maybe I'll just sit back, enjoy the movies, and hope somebody comes out with a 'Big Book of Complete X-Men Storylines' that includes minute detail and lots of pictures and references.

Also, while I was walking out of the movie theatre, I realised that some complete bastard had left a Chewitt (a horrible sticky candy that melts like glue) on the seat I had been sitting on, and so I was left with this disgusting pink - well, it can only be described as a splodge - stuck to the back of my nice jean skirt.

Luckily, this utterly failed to take away from the awesomeness that was IRON MAN.

Now I'm singing 'Iron Man' to the tune of 'Spiderman'. It actually fits.

Iron Man, Iron Man,
Does whatever an Iron Man does.
Can he swing
From a web?
No he can't
He's made of iron
Look out ~
Here comes the Iron Man...

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18240992/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18240992/ Fri, 09 May 2008 11:47:02 PDT
In other non-emo news, I love DeviantArt. It's cheaper than texts and I get to talk to my friends through it, as well as -

Hang on, my chocolate bar has created a suction in my mouth, my teeth are stuck to it, aaargh teh dr0ol, I can't get it out -

Come to think of it, I should probably stop typing and try to extricate it from my mouth, as it's getting difficult to breathe through my nose.

But I just type so damn fast, it's like thinking and ok, ew

I can't get it out.

This is like a reality tv show! You know, one of the boring ones.

Oh. No, wait...wait...they're all...

Okay, yeah. I'm gonna go now. Chocolate's melting and melted chocolate + melted caramel + retainer = not a good situation.

Yeah...

Gonna go now.

I hate nougat. It's cement for the mouth.

Everything's melting...

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18240873/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18240873/ Fri, 09 May 2008 11:35:49 PDT
Somewhere there is a clock in the sky and it measures all our time. If the seconds that are moments are uncaputured, let loose to fly free; if these moments go unmeasured, do they exist? If something does not exist, can it be named?

What is in a name? We seek to be ourselves and define ourselves and things around us, and yet at the same time one constantly hears about breaking boundaries, breaking the mold, going against the flow, the norm.

Perhaps we are not just one thing. Perhpas we are two, or a thousand. We are as human beings both inside and outside the flow. We cannot exist without contradictions, because without contradictions we would not exist.

Time ticks, I can hear it.

But I set my clock forward fifteen minutes so that I'll trick myself every morning to get up earlier. Do I change time by moving hands on a clock? If everyone did that, would the world change? Would time change?

Can something change, or be, or not exist, simply because we say so?

Yes, most likely.

But always that variable, that irritating exemption.

Predictable in our unpredictability, so many questions, enough time in the world.

I have picked out the names of the future. Sometimes I become afraid. I wanted a camera so I could make as many memories as possible. Moments are moments because they do not last. A moment should not last forever, because there is not practicality in a forever moment. A sunset trapped forever. A butterfly glued by time on a yellow flower. A kiss in paradise would be ruined by a forever moment.

But time passes and something makes me afraid. What makes me forget? What makes me move on and become a new me, a different me or a same me from the person five seconds, minutes, hours, days weeks months years ago? What guarantees my succession into the next moment? What guarantees my change, my evolution?

I am a caucasian female aged 18-24, middle class, Irish, with a good educational background, happy home, and these are the things that I worry about.

The world is very big. I cannot see the future but I pray; I pray for goodness and success, a good husband, good children, a good job that pays well and a good home. I pray for a good life.

And I am happy. I have so many things.

But sometimes I wonder about the succession of moments, and my insignificance as a human being. I read the female poets and I start to wonder - well, what can I write about in my poems?

I am still learning my role as a woman, as a future mother and wife but still as someone who is myself, outside of all those things.

I feel like I am an extension of something greater, like there is something great in my future.

Did those who changed the world forsee their actions when they were writing their thoughts down on a piece of paper?

Sometimes I wonder. And that makes me forget I am happy.

I think sometimes people get so caught up in their feelings of insecurity and insignificance that they forget it doesn't actually matter. It doesn't matter if they are only one person among billions. So is everyone else.

So am I.

Always, I am learning things. Even when I die, I will not stop learning. I will never stop wanting to know, I will never stop evolving, growing, becoming new, over and over again.

Time will never stop flowing.

I will become new, again. Again and again and again. I will become new.

Moments are moments because they are moments, and there are other people to worry about the hugeness of the universe. I have all the time I want to figure myself out.

Starting forever.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18227302/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18227302/ Thu, 08 May 2008 13:32:56 PDT
Shit, I never learn.

I was doing fine; cutting shapes from my recycled paper (the topic was 'Recylce, Reuse', so I thought, "Hey, I'll use recycled paper" Ohohohohoho, I'm so clever. Worked a treat though, so vanity doesn't always come back to bite you in the ass), sticking the shapes onto the paper, drawing things, measuring things, using no paint whatsoever, and then I started cramping so badly I believe it deserves the title 'hella bad' cramping.

But beside that, the exam went really, really well. Tomorrow is the Imaginative Composition (in the morning, 2 1/2 hours) and Life Drawing (afternoon, 1 hour). I'm remaining positive - so far so good, and it looks to get even better.

Hatheny

(PS, thanks to for the 1.50 in 50c form for the Always...super big thank you, as this is the second time you've saved me!! )

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18118613/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/18118613/ Thu, 01 May 2008 14:19:52 PDT
Well, it's the first day of May (which incidentally does not fit neatly into a rhythmically correct "12 Days of Christmas" opening jingle), and as I mentioned before, old journals make me guilty.

Umm...I've been busy...?

In any case, next week (thursday and friday) I'll be doing my two Art drawing exams, which will take away a ginormous chunk out of my art exam (just a written paper left, after it). This year yields much better options than last year, so I'm fairly confident (almost typed 'competent'...) - this of course is due to the realisation that although it's an art exam, I don't actually have to draw anything. It's graphic design collage for my poster and graphic design/miscellaneous for my imaginative composition (instead of a boring old still life).

I don't know how to properly express this delight to you, which is rather worrying as I'm a writer. Let me put it this way: I get to stick things on the page. This includes stickers. And fabric. And different textured paper.

It's not that I'm not artistic - it's just that my space-depth perception for drawing set works is shit.

You know sudoku? Well, sometimes that game is about finding where the numbers aren't, instead of just trying to fill them in by whittling down the boxes, number by number.

I think my art style is something like that - I have no problem with planning panels, or pieces of art (just ask Penkiller ), but trying to transfer them down onto paper is a nightmare. So I try and work backwards, by finding the shape of something, like the bare silouette of someone and working the picture to it's bare - but effective - minimum.

Yeah, I'm a better writer than I am an artist. That's why I'm so excited that the boundaries of an art drawing exam are virtually non-existent.

I get to use stickers!

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17988790/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17988790/ Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:51:05 PDT
I should celebrate...any ideas?


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I suppose I should thank everybody who viewed my page, coincidentally or otherwise.

Um, thanks. Danke, arigatou, go raibh maith agat...and that's the list of languages I know.

I suppose it's only up from here.

I really should update more...

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17910772/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17910772/ Fri, 18 Apr 2008 11:40:07 PDT
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I have finished all of my orals! German went absolutely perfectly.

I would have said that in german, but I used it all up for the oral...

Japanese was alright - much better than last year, but I still feel that I could have done better. Irish I finished last week.

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Next week I have to write up my history report, the week after that I receive my art craftwork papers and the week after that I do my art craftwork exam.

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It's kind of piling up, but it could be worse.

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has some beautiful photography.

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I'm reading Mega Tokyo.

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Does anyone know what Gintama is? I've seen it around, but I don't know what it's about.

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Well, okay. I think this was posting for posting's sake. Oh well. Very tired.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17811468/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17811468/ Sat, 12 Apr 2008 10:41:14 PDT
Have you heard of the "Orphaned Works Act" that is currently going through Congress in the US?

This is the official information from DeviantArt:

[link]

This is the petition against it:

[link]

Read it before you finish reading this journal.

It is a disgrace. A ridiculously obscene disgrace. Just how on earth do these big corporations and those stupid politicians think that they can get away with things like this?

I just - I can't get over it. Never mind that I produce literature (insofar as it can be called literature) and that very little of my creative ability is focused on the visual arts, but dammit my friends are - every single one of them. Nevermind that it's an Act that's going through the US system. Art is being abused and disregarded by people who - who -

Who do those fuckers think they are?

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17681908/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17681908/ Fri, 04 Apr 2008 11:34:31 PDT are able to think of something to say, then they pronounce it wrong or make some kind of grammatical error that is under normal circumstances easily avoidable. Unfortunately it is an innate habit of all humans, introvert and extrovert alike, to attempt to somewhat 'show-off', as it were, and so more complicated sentences are attempted, because you want to look clever in front of other people.

What's a real bitch is trying to explain the three different alphabets they have in Japan while at the same time trying not to use their actual names. That, and kanji. I tried explaining kanji to someone and I actually saw the confusion, swiftly followed by disinterest, flit across their faces.

If you don't know what kanji is, Wikipedia it, for god's sake. I've gone through enough hell trying to explain it.

Am I complaining? Shit, that's not what I set out to do.

Actually what I set out to do was inform everybody that cares that my Irish oral is set for next Wednesday (9th) at 11.30 approx, and that due to the benign foresight of the examinations board, my german and japanese orals are on the same day (18th). Originally the times were: German: 11.30, Japanese: 11.45, which, naturally, caused a few problems. That has been, to a certain extent, resolved.

My german is on in the morning, at 9.30, and my japanese is still on at 11.45 approx. I'll be the first one into the german exam. I choose, I choose, do you hear, to accept this as a positive.

What else is going on in my life? Oh yes:

I want to have some fun, so throw me a bunch of random words and I'll write a poem/prose piece about it. Specifiy whether you want it to be a poetry or prose piece.

C'mon, throw me a hook. It'll be fun. Granted, for whom, I'm not really sure.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17650750/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17650750/ Wed, 02 Apr 2008 12:26:11 PDT
I found out today that my Irish oral is next Tuesday (8th). This leaves me with two days fewer in which to study. I'm somewhat concerned with this.

My japanese is on the 18th and though a date hasn't been set for my german I know that it's on a few days before my japanese.

I'm also somewhat concerned with these exams, too. I had forgotten they were so close.

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In other news, my cat is getting the snip-snip treatment tomorrow. I'm using the crude connotation because I can't remember the spelling for the actual word.

He's not allowed to eat or drink anything. I think he's a little peeved, although oddly enough he's barely meeped. He's sitting quietly on the chair beside me, completely silent save for when the dogs dare to bark or cross into his range of sight.

Yeah, I think he's a little annoyed, although that may just be a general 'cat' look he's grown into without my realising.

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My mom and I might be going away for the weekend, just to Killarney or something. I'm actually looking forward to it.

I suppose life really does come full circle.

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Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17631237/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17631237/ Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:18:06 PDT extensively washed, hung and thoroughly dried any visible Trainers. I even went as far as to scour Diglett's Cave for oppenents to level up my Pidgeot and wandering the Old Power Plant with the music turned off so I wouldn't be creeped off by the weird music, just so I could find some electric to battle my Wartortle (who finally evolved into Blastoise; happy days, Maxine, happy days).

Which brings me back to the water starter pokemon, Mudkip.

I like Mudkip. He's fugging ugly, but so are the majority of the new pokemon.

I don't like the new pokemon. I could list off the first 150, no problem, and even tell you what level they evolved at and what additions they needed if there was no level. After that, things got dodgy. There were these weird-ass evolutions, and all kinds of weird-ass stuff you had to do. For me, once they expanded the 150, Pokemon lost all its fun and just became complicated and bewildering.

I feel old. Change is scary.

In any case, I most decidedly wish whoever thought it would craic to mess with the avatars a thorough kick in the balls. I like Mudkip, but not this much.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17552487/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17552487/ Fri, 28 Mar 2008 06:06:36 PDT
If you like custard, it's perfect.

Get a bowl filled with whatever amount of custard you like to eat (if you have the brand 'Bird's' try and get the custard from that brand). Chop up half a banana and sprinkle cinammon to taste (be careful with cinammon; too little and you can't taste it, too much and it's a viciouc kick in the mouth). Mix thoroughly. Savour. Thank god you were born with a sense of taste because it is one of the best damn things I have ever tasted, ever.

I like sweet things. Another favourite of mine is cream rice and golden syrup. I like jelly, and fudge, and melting chocolate between my fingers so I can lick it off, like liquid.

Milk chocolate is my favourite but I also like sweet strawberry jelly. Sweet things are my favourite, but I also like savoury. Last night I had fish in batter, but I made a special spinach and chopped tomato side. I mixed spinach and tomato, and then flavoured it with salt and coriander - coriander is a sweet flavour with the kick of a spice. I used pink rock salt, which is also sweeter than normal sea salt. It comes from the Himalayas, so you know it's cultured and healthy.

If you like taglitelli, make some taglitelli. While it's cooking, pan-fry spinach, chopped tomato and sweetcorn. Use salt, oregano and basil (use the basil sparingly) to flavour. Cook these in virgin olive oil. Drain the taglitelli and to separate it so it doesn't dry out and stick together, mix it with a bit of virgin olive oil and salt. Put the pasta in a bowl and top it with the spinach, sweetcorn and tomato mix. So damn yummy.

Thick pancakes and chocolate chips are nice.

I like bread. I like sweet, moist croissants and other sweetbreads, but not if they're in any way dry - they've got to be moist. And sweet. I like eating them with milk, because bread and milk is yummy, although I've heard that you're not supposed to drink during, twenty minutes before and after a meal because it dilutes the digestive fluids and makes it more difficult for your body to digest food, which means more food gets converted into your body as regular fat. But I always forget this, and drink while I eat anyway. I'm still not fat. Pretty average, really.

Is it a bad thing, if you're persistently thirsty? I have to keep a 1.5 litre bottle beside my bed, and take sips from glasses almost all the time, or else my head starts to contract and the back of my throat gets strange. Maybe it's just conditioning, because of habit. Don't know.

Sweet things. I can make what I crave, which is an absolute joy. I've been eating a lot of eggs lately; I really like them. I asked my brother to make jelly, and he has - it smells so hot and sweet, it's strawberry, and I adore strawberry. I'll eat any chocolate with a filling. I like truffles and Milk Tray chocolates with fillings - sickly strawberry, acidic orange, numbing honey. I won't touch cherry, though.

I sound like I have mental problems.

...I supposed that would explain a lot.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17472331/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17472331/ Sun, 23 Mar 2008 10:06:08 PDT
In case you were wondering, I enjoy the odd nibble of Galaxy chocolate.

I'm inexplicably feeling a bit ill.

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, I hope you got my email.

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My POS computer keeps overheating. I am so pissed off about it.

Actually, I'm really feeling a bit woozy. I think I have a head cold. It doesn't help I didn't have enough time to dry my hair so now I have wet hair in a rather cold atmosphere.

I think I'll head off - maybe get some water and a sweater.

Happy Easter to all. Gorge yourself on chocolate, unless you don't like it, in which case go gorge yourself on something else.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17441152/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17441152/ Fri, 21 Mar 2008 11:09:53 PDT
Today heralds the day in which my mock examinations are completed. Or, no, wait - should I be using herald to talk about something in the past tense?

In any case, my mock examinations are done, which was the idea I was somewhat lyrically trying to convey to you.

Yesterday (being that of the Thursday persuasion) brought to an end my Irish exam, which went far better than it had any right to go. Actually that's the trend that's running through all of my exams. I don't know if it's just because I have now been studying (and I use that term loosely) the same courses for three straight years now, or if it's because I've just somehow become smarter, but all of my exams have been what I would, in layman's terms, declare to have been "do-able."

None of them through up nasty surprises, none of themhad questions I couldn't answer, none of them...well, to be honest, none of them particularily strained me in any way. Hell's Bells, I didn't even study for Irish. Does this sudden ease mean a variable increase in my intelligence, or is it simply the effects of repetitive repitition drawn out over three years? Perhaps the two aren't entirely separate...

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In other news, I devoured (that term is not used loosely, I literally devoured) two out of three buns I bought - okay, my parents bought - to cheer myself up after arriving half an hour late to my history exam, which I thought was on at one o'clock but evidently was in actual fact on at twelve thirty. It didn't help that the twleve o'clock train I had wanted to take - which would have made me slightly less late - was actually scheduled for twelve fifteen, and that it arrived for twenty-five past. Which meant that I got into Cork at twelve fourty-five which I thought, seeing as I believed the exam to be on at one, only gave me fifteen minutes to walk to a destination twenty minutes away.

It started to rain on the way down. I was stylishly dressed. Not intelligently dressed. I figured if I was going to have a crappy day, what with not studying for my history and all, I might as well look nice.

Today was wet and windy and cold, and I blame the morning sun for being curiously deceptive.

You can understand my panic when I arrived at five minutes past one. You can understand my further cardiac arrest when I looked at the timetable and it said half past bloody twelve.

I mean, I got the exam finished. I can't seem to get people to understand how insanely fast my writing speed is during exams. I transform into the Flash of exams. I even got it done before the time was up, but that's not the point.

I don't know what the point is. The point is I'm a little disgruntled, but grateful for my luck.

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Talents:

- insane writing speed during exams

- innate ability to make whatever she craves

- adamant refusal to become stressed about anything, due her her sneaking belief that nothing really matter anyway unless you make it matter.

In other news - ah, I forgot to tell you the toffee was so damn good but the cream on the carrot cake cupcake (say that five times fast, it'll make you smile) was a little to sickly sweet. I discovered that after I ate it. The one I have left is double chocolate, but I feel too sick to eat it now...later, then.

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I wish to extend my thanks the who unexpectedly made my morning a little more bearable. I think she somewhat underestimated my love of yaoi, though...please check my favourites. The Bleach section. I swear to god if you haven't tasted Bleach yaoi you haven't lived.

*wipes the blood ffrom her nose*

Also, hon, sorry if I was a little boring this morning. I was braindead. I've only upon rare occassions been braindead, and it's never a nice experience. I get the feeling that either a) people think I'm stupid, or b) people think that I think they're stupid. Or both.

It was neither this morning. Sorry for being braindead.

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I have lots and lots of beautiful ideas but I don't know what I'm going to do about them. Sometimes I'm afraid that what I think is genius simmering is idiocy patiently waiting to be pulled out into the light from the recesses of denial.

There is so much beauty in my head. I wish I could draw it, but I'll try and write it instead.

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I keeping forgetting that truth "All writers are liars." I keep forgetting to lie to people, especially when I'm writing. I... ]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17102556/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/17102556/ Thu, 28 Feb 2008 12:56:45 PST incessantly meows about anything. Mommy, the ball I was chasing isn't moving. Mommy, the ball is stuck in a corner. Mommy, the door is closed. Mommy, you haven't petted me for two fucking consecutive seconds.

I love you, Percy-darling, but stop meowing, for the love of god!

In other news, I'd like to extend my sincere thanks to both and for helping me with my translations. You guys have no idea how much that meant to me, especially since I'm both trying to extend my deutschkenntnisse and my writing ability.

(I'm still a long way from writing a competent journal entry, which is my eventual goal.)

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My mock examinations are the week after next, and I feel that I should be more worried.

I was in the middle of a heartfelt and sincere paragraph, but my kitten jumped on my lap and started biting the hell out of my arm.

And now I have to go because the new series of Scrubs is on.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16975889/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16975889/ Wed, 20 Feb 2008 11:12:51 PST for those translations. You ROCK! Jeaneai, when I have them up, check them out. You'll see why.

I'm going to post up two of them, the first and the last, because the second is still somewhat unsatisfactory. The words are poking me in the side; they won't go away.

I'm very close to being up-to-date on all the Bleach manga. After that it's just D. Gray-Man manga.

Oh, and I remembered to go to the bathroom.

But I forgot to do my history extended essay. The one that's worth 20% of my grade. Damn.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16974489/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16974489/ Wed, 20 Feb 2008 09:18:36 PST First thing I keep forgetting about:

I have a new photography account. I'm not a real photographist, but it's a hobby and I enjoy it, so I created a new account at [link] just so I could have a place to put up the pictures I liked.

Second thing I keep forgetting:

This is addressed to all German speakers who read my journal! I wrote some poetry a few days ago auf Deutsch, or whatever, and I'd really appreciate it if someone out there could tell me if it's grammatically correct, because I SUCK at grammar and verb endings and adjectives and the like. I'm not saying that in an 'oh woe is me' vibe where secretly I think I'm quite good. There is a difference between cynicism and realism: I am a realist, and I suck at german grammar.

They follow as such below (if they're correct I may post some of it, if not I'll fix them and maybe put them in scraps or something):

[NOTE: Those of you who speak German, please don't laugh at me: this is my first attempt at writing creatively in another language.]

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"Keine Zeit"

Meine Wörter sind gemischte;
Kannst du mir verstehen?
Hast du dass Zeit
Für mich?

Wir sind alles kaput wenn
Mann kann keine Verständnis macht,
Aber wenn wir sind hier habe ich
Keine Angst.

2

"Deine Augen"

Ich winden sich
Unter deine Augen.
Dass sieht man,
Habe ich keine Sorgen
Keine Angst, aber
Ich windern sich
Unter deine Augen.

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"Hier"

Jeder Art haben wir
In dieses kleinen Zimmer
Wenn wir warten
Auf die Nacht.

Denn
Wenn

Die Wörter fließen

Man
Kann

Sie nicht halten.

Hey, I never said it was good poetry. Would someone mind getting back to me and tell me if these are all right?

Third thing I keep forgetting:

I need to go to the bathroom. Please excuse me.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16878412/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16878412/ Thu, 14 Feb 2008 09:31:04 PST
The computer room is nice, although part of me misses the rainbow mess mountain of freshly (and oldly) discarded chocolate foil wrappers. It was like tentative delight of impressionism. Things moved within its depths. Plates were stacked on top of things that shouldn't have plates stacked on top of things. Thinking of the state of the rest of the house, especially the laundry and my severe aversion to cat poop, I thank god that it's not the 1950's, because I would totally suck as a housewife. That said, I am a damn good cook, whenever I happen to get my lazy ass off the computer chair and cook.

I'm not looking forward to doing the laundry tonight.

I'm having lots of new, amazing, exciting ideas; unfortunately they have very little to do with the story that I'm trying to figure out, so at the moment I'm inventing a language that curses and praises at the same time. Some parts of it are incorporating themselves into the originaly story, which is a little odd because parts of me think, hang on, you shouldn't be there. And they shake their tiny metaphysical fists and say, 'well, we never do what you want anyway.'

I've realised that the only person I ever lie to is myself.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16416466/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16416466/ Tue, 15 Jan 2008 11:49:08 PST


It's going to be okay.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16340317/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16340317/ Thu, 10 Jan 2008 07:32:42 PST does. I just never realised how much he had claws. The dogs frightened him as I was taking him outside to his litterbox and he jumped out of my arms, scoring, as he did so, deep rents into my left index finger, and my first and second knuckle. Five, long, crescents slashes in all. They're healing nicely, and hurt much less than I had presumed they would when I saw they were deep enough to have drawn blood. I'm not good with blood. I freaked out and began crying. I'm not ashamed of it. I love Percy dearly, but I think I'd love him a lot more if he didn't send me into shock every now and again.

This happened a few days ago. As I said, they're healing nicely, and should be gone by next week. They now merely sting from time to time.

--

D. Gray-Man! Arigatou Gozaimasu,

Unfortunately I'm addicted to the opening and closing song. I'm hoping that if I listen to them enough, I'll get sick of them and never want to hear them again.

They're also the only songs that haven't immediately stuck in my head, and so that's probably why I have to listen to them so much. I was singing along to Death Note within a few episodes. Hirugayuyaminuneke...

It's Bleach first, but D. Gray-Man is such a close second. We're talking like, split-hair votes here. Bitch-fucking-awesome. Anything that can degrade my vocabulary into Grade-F sludge gets a thumbs up from me. You can tell how good a certain thing is depending on the level of my speech. At this moment, D. Gray-Man is approximately: FuckfuckfuckyesohfuckthatissocooOOL!

Shit like that is what I aspire to be.

--

I'm on chapter three, I think, of my original story. It's going good.

Writing this story is...

It's basically like knowing that one day I'll go to China, but not quite knowing the details of the trip. The ending, 'China', if you will, is a definite thing, but how I'll get there and what will happen on the way is still in the foggy areas, or, since we're talking about China here, severe smoggy areas.

My eyes are stinging, but I can just about make a path in front of me. One foot in front of the other...

--

I have very little to complain about. Life is good. I got wonderful Christmas presents, a new kitten, a good family, educational opportunities.

It's the educational opportunites I'm worried about, but I guess as long as I focus on concentrating I'll get to where I have to get eventually.

Now. Let's get back to writing that multi-million novel.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16242268/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16242268/ Thu, 03 Jan 2008 15:25:29 PST
Life is good.

Except that I smell a little like cat pee. Which, for the record, smells kind of like female human pee. Yes. Male and female pee smells different. I'm not going to go into how I know this, just trust me. I've never lied to you before.

--

Last night - or morning, I'm not sure - I had a really weird dream that I think I've had before, or else it was just one of those dreams where you think you've had it before but really you've just dreamed it, dreamed of something else, and then continued dreaming it. Like a dream with a commercial break so long you've forgotten why you're still watching television and you turn it off, only to remember that what you were watching had taken a break in the climax and you turn it on just in time to catch the credits.

I think I may have extended that extended metaphor a little too far.

In any case, the dream I had was something I can't remember about - I can only remember one thing: I had lost the use of my right hand. Basically, somewhere down the line my right hand had been cut off. So, in that strange dreamlike way, I was left not only with a stump but also with the hand still attatched, a neat circle of stitches marking where it had been severed. It was still there, but I couldn't use it. Some day, I knew that I would once again be able to use it. But in the dream, where I was going about my normal business, I could not use it. And I'm pretty sure there was magic.

Something else significant happened as well, but I can't remember it. Also, I still smell like cat pee.

It's fun to have fun.

--

And oh yeah, today I was in bed until about three or four o'clock. I'm so proud of myself.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16178123/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16178123/ Mon, 31 Dec 2007 06:00:21 PST
I will have my book written and published within three months. By the end of next year I will have made close to 100,000 euro.

I know this because this is what I want to happen, and the only things that happen in my life are the things that I draw to me. The things that happen to me are the things that I imagine. I create reality. I create my future.

And I need your help. Even if you don't know what I look like, just imagine, once a day, my success. That sounds self-centred, doesn't it? But I don't care. I want to finish a story. I want it to be published. I want to write, and I want to make a lot of money from writing. I want to be rich by the end of next year. Will you help me?

I can do this. Because I want it to happen.

I can get six hundred points on my LC if I want. I can get the course that I want, and graduate top of the class. I can have happiness and success follow and surround me for my entire life, because I can create my own happiness and success.

And so can you. Picture what you want. Act like you've already achieved it. Feel that euphoria. Feel that good feeling you got. And who gave it to you? You. And you can draw that thing to you, because you say what you want in life. And if you name what you want, and strive for it, no matter how impossible it may seem, you can achieve it.

For a few weeks before I found Percy, I formed a little picture in my head. Will had Santa, and Mark had Zeus and Illy. To balance it out, I should have a pet. A little kitten. Goldy-brown, caramel, gingery-brown, with white on him as well. I held onto that image. I pictured that kitten at least once a day. I imagined what I would do with him - what food I would feed him, what I would call him, how I would train him.

A few weeks after that first thought, this happened: [link]

Last year I was reading books about Alexadner the Great. I couldn't get him out of my head. I kept wondering what he looked like, what he was really like. My head was filled with Alexander the Great. All of a sudden, Alexander the Great was everywhere. There were posters, books, dedications, stories and comparisons from locals. A few days after I first wondered what he looked like, I bought an anonymous bust from a back street Chanian retailer, and just by chance I asked who the head was of. It was of Alexander the Great. I wanted to see his face, and I bought a whole head.

A week before Christmas I was wandering the shops and looking at all the nice things there were to buy, and wishing I had new clothes and money to buy them with. In fact, I wanted a lot of money, but I didn't want my parents to just give it to me, I wanted to earn it. In my head, the clothes and the books and the money I wanted followed my every thought. A few days later mom offered my brother and I money to winter-clean the house. We gave it a really good deep clean and we got 150 euro. There wasn't time to buy any new clothes before Christmas, but in my head I saw a striped, long sleeve, warm top, and that is exactly what I got as a present for Christmas. You can see the sleeve of it in the picture of Percy.

I couldn't find Neil Gaiman's books anywhere. I wanted them, and now they're everywhere. Stardust and Beowulf came out. I found Mirrormask, and a copy of Coraline in Easons.

I really wanted to read what happened to Moist Von Lipwig after 'Going Postal', and I really wanted some good reading material that would make me laugh - and Terry Pratchett brought out 'Making Money'.

Do I sound high and mighty? Do I sound like I'm showing off, or that I'm being ridiculous, or that I'm over-exaggerating and going a bit overboard?

We can create our circumstances. If you want something, then don't just wish. Want.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16106438/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16106438/ Wed, 26 Dec 2007 09:03:04 PST
Hanna's done a gender swap, just like one of our dogs did. She is a he, and has duly been renamed Sir Lord Percival Roland Paulie Smith. Percy for short.

Thank god cats don't speak human, or we'd all be dead by now.

--

The boys got a Playstation 3 for Christmas and very nearly shat themselves with delight.

--

I got a new pair of pajamas, a new robe, a gorgeous pair of slipper-shoes, Pirates of the Carribean III, a book of the movie, "the Secret" book, Terry Pratchett's "Making Money", a selection box, some No. 7 products, a new, really comfortable top, a writing pad, some nice jewellry with matching earrings, a book about Egyptian history, a fantastic set of hairdryer and straightening tongs (with their own box) and - gosh what else?

Oh yes. A digital camera.

...

Eeeeek!!! *does a little dance while remaining seated*

--

I'm going to go post up pictures and make myself a new DeviantArt ID.

Happy Christmas.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16001399/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/16001399/ Wed, 19 Dec 2007 14:03:52 PST
Tomorrow we take her to the vet to check her out (in case she's caught anything we don't want to catch, or our first cat to catch) and if she's given the all-clear then she gets to come inside!!!

This is so wonderful because it's getting dark early, and even though we've insulated the shed and given her plenty of food and water and made up her bed nice and warm I still feel bad leaving her there. I realise that it's kind of unavoidable because she's a stray and we've got another cat so we don't know if Hanna has anything that might be harmful to Santa, but I still feel mean. She's just an itty bitty kitty!

--

In other news, my twin and I have just completed the second day of our Heraclean Efforts to Clean the House for Moolah.

Tomorrow we clean some more, but just, apparently, to go over the things we missed the first time around.

T_T

--

Yesterday I finished watching the first Death Note movie and boy does it leave room for a sequel.

I think that the 'L' they casted is perfect, but Light's face annoys me. He just doesn't look like Raito at all.

Okay, I know that's redundant because Raito is cartoon, but even his hair was wrong. I know for a fact that there are other more suitable Japanese dudes (I can't name them, obviously - I am beautiful and stunningly intelligent, but not God) to play Raito, but the one they picked was all wrong...

Also, is it just me, or does the Misa Amane they picked have a slight bucktooth..?

I just don't understand why they couldn't have picked actors - the acting is great, don't get me wrong; they act their parts perfectly - that were, image-wise, more suited to the characters they were playing.

I swear that Misa Amane has a bucktooth...

The only ones who looked right were L and Watari. I'm intrigued to see what they'll do with Near and Mello...

I do, however, recommend reading the manga before watching the movie. There are some jumps in the movie that don't make any sense. All in all though, I approve of what they changed. What was in the manga would have been difficult to translate into film, and may have lessened the overall impact of the movie-story. I think they showed what they needed to show. I'm just wondering why they felt the need to add in a female member of the task force. Was it because the story was too male-dominated, or something stupid like that?

Ah well. It was fun to watch. It's not a connoisseur's movie, and I wouldn't take it too seriously, but it was a good enough movie, and quite enjoyable.

--

Veoh TV is great. It takes a while for stuff to load up, but...now I have the first Death Note movie and the first Bleach movie, which I shall watch tommorow, if I have time.

Merry, merry, merry Christmas indeed...

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15968471/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15968471/ Mon, 17 Dec 2007 04:38:03 PST
However, all hours must draw to a close, but it's okay if another hour opens, which is what happened because Dave just gave me a free hour.

Yes. It's made me so happy I've written a journal entry about it. So there.

Hatheny

Oh no wait, that's not it. My mom bought me a new coat, just out of the blue, and it is the best freaking coat ever in the history of the world. I am warm, filled with a fuzzy feeling, and if only the space between my right elbow and shoulder would stop aching and I came into some endless bounty of cash, life would be perfect.

Oh. And I could also do with a doughnut. Not the generic kind, I mean the kind that used to be made in the little machines on the side of the road that they sold for 99c before utterly disappearing off the face of the earth. The hot, wet kind.

Man. I really want a doughnut.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15955050/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15955050/ Sun, 16 Dec 2007 07:02:02 PST
What you do not expect is to find a stray kitten in the water pump shed.

Yes, sometimes life just pops things out at you and all you can do is stand there, holding a shivering, mewling little three-month old kitten that smells faintly of poop.

In all honesty, this happened yesterday, but I was too lazy to write about it yesterday so I'm writing about it today.

We don't know if the kitten is really a stray that got lost - I'm going to assume it is, because I'd rather not get my hopes up - or if it's just a wild cat, but we took a picture of it and we're going to ask around anyway. My brother mentioned that if it was a stray, then by returning it we would be performing one of those treasured Christmas miracles, the likes of which are only seen in Disney movies and daytime tv (in the latter case, only after someone has been, in some way, horribly murdered or is just dead). I said, yes, indeed, and then focused all my attention and efforts on stopping the kitten from shoving its head up my nostril.

Which brings me to my startling revelation. This kitten is very, very affectionate (no, idiots, that not the startling revelation); she is constantly wandering around my lap and once even climbed onto my shoulder, tickling me completely senseless. What she tends to do is put her paws on my chest, sniff around my face, and then shove her head against my chin (or, as previously mentioned, up my nostril, which does happen if I'm not fast enough). She then furiously licks wheresoever her head was shoved.

My brother looked it up and said that kittens do that because when they're suckling, they're shoving their heads against the mother's stomach. So, he concluded, the kitten is doing that because she wants more food.

I came to this devasting and horrifying conclusion:

Kittens. Eat. Faces.

They trick us by being so damned cute, but secretly they're slowly licking away our faces...

Forewarned is forearmed. Keep any and all kittens away from your face.

Anyway, if she goes unclaimed, there will be a lot of work to do. She'll be my responsibilty (notwithstanding the fact that we have three other animals in the house - no, not the men - I have never looked after an animal before). She'll have to be trained - I'm not sure if she understands the concept of pooping once and then walking around, not just pooping a little bit, walk around, climb onto my lap and then finish the poop. And since I suspect she has some kind of illness, she'll have to be taken to the vet.

Ask not what your pets can do for you, but what you can do for your pets...

On a trial basis, we've called her Hanna (short for Hannaka), as our other cat is named Santa (short for Santa Claws).

Blame my brother.

---

I was going to write more, but I really want to watch Death Note and eat chocolate poptarts, so I'm going to head away now.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15889543/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15889543/ Tue, 11 Dec 2007 12:49:21 PST
I'm talking about the newly-acquired, let's-see-how-many-colours-I-can-flash-in-under-thirty-seconds computer mouse that has as recently as yesterday, I believe, replaced our old one. Actually, no, our second old mouse, because we somehow - god knows how - managed to mess up the second mouse we got.

I didn't like that one anyway. It had a red laser inside of a rolly thingie at the bottom, so every time I lifted it I got blinded.

However, this new one is even worse. It's difficult for me to describe the sheer level of raw will that is keeping me from inventing black tippex, just so I can paint the entire goddamn thing black and then freak out on the happy fumes while I sing songs that have no words.

Perhaps I should explain. Our new mouse is fit for the holiday spirit, as it flashes colours. There's a band of clear plastic, and this lets us see the wonders of primary and secondary colours in quick - very quick - succession. Needless to say, it's really, really, really making me want to stab my brain out with a spork. I hate sudden and/or repetitive movement in anything (it makes me nauseous, and I hate being nauseous), and the flash, flash, flash, flashyflashyflashy is really getting on my nerves -

I covered it with a hat! I'm okay now.

--

I'm currently watching Death Note on veoh, and I cannot for the life of me locate episode 16. I mean, it's not like it matters - I have the entire manga series - but still. It's the annoying principle. Or, rather, it's the annoying principle I have for wanting to do everything as was numerically intended.

I think I've found an english version of episode three, but hmm...we'll see. And I'm seeing glimpses of Death Note movie hints, so...yeah. I mean, I know there are movies, but I have yet to see solid evidence of them.

Ah, it's a mystery, unsolvable only by the most ingenious of dectectives! Quick, call L - oh, wait. Nevermind.

--

I read volume 20 of the Bleach manga, and it was bitch-fucking-awesome.

Full Metal Alchemist: Intriguing.

Death Note: Ingenious.

Bleach: Bitch-fucking-awesome.

For some things, there's your vocabulary. For everything else, there's your inner hick.

--

I had my second Christmas test today, and it was history. Surprisingly, I could remember things.

As in, relevant things.

...

Well, screw you guys. Silence speaks louder than words.

The first test on monday was english, and it was so easy I nearly slept through it. That said, I have Irish tomorrow and I haven't done Jack Shit.

One of these days I'm going to get around to doing Jack. Everyone seems to be talking about him, so he must be pretty hot.

--

I should probably go and do my Irish study, but instead I'm going to quickly finish off this journal entry and unashamedly go and watch some more Death Note. Somewhere deep down inside of me, I know I'm a genious.

(They say grades are not an accurate representation of true geniousity, but I bet they sure help...)

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15851385/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15851385/ Sat, 08 Dec 2007 16:40:24 PST honest. Sincere. When I open up the window of my soul and the rain comes in. I tend to even embarrass myself a little bit. With my words I unhook the latch and without even knocking I let myself into your mind, carefully watering the geraniums and sorting the mail. I am the self-conscious cat-burglar of inner thought, unhinging the windows of your eyes...

Of course, with wonderful inner revelation comes the reality of the situation.

I forgot to mention a couple things in the previous, oh-so-heartfelt post:

1) I posted up some pictures of me in the scraps. If you're wondering what I actually look like, I'll just save you the disappointment: I don't look like that. The make-up and hair took an hour each, and you can't even really see it...

2) My own family didn't recognise me, which I thought was hilarious until I looked in the mirror and did a double-take. Yes. Double-takes exist.

The dancing after the legal ceremony went on for so long that, if I had an internal clock rythm, it would have been thrown off.

I didn't drink, but the next day I had two cokes and I got a headache anyway. God doesn't dispense justice evenly.

The night (or morning after) of the wedding, after I got sick of dancing, was delirious to the very literal point of physical, unintended inebriation, and could barely feel my feet, I decided to call it quits. Making my way to the stairs (I feel guilty whenever I take the lift anywhere - it makes me feel like I'm not taking exercise, and so, indirectly, taking an elevator makes me feel fat), I stopped and realised that although my father and brothers had told me several times what the room numbers were, I had no idea what they were.

So, I turned around and made my way back to reception to ask for the room numbers. I did not do so sheepishly, because the way I figured it was that every single adult in the disco (barring my parents and a couple of relatives) were flat out fucking drunk. Not just drunk. Fucking drunk. So there was, I reasoned, no need to be ashamed of having to ask my room number. The people at reception would probably think I was very, very drunk, and be appropriately helpful. The fact that fatigue was making my speech slur and my eyelids droop would probably do nothing if reinforce their beliefs.

In fact, when I had to go back again to ask to the room numbers, having walked two steps and forgotten them, all they did was smile and repeat the number of my parent's room (I asked for their room because, as I had to explain, my twin and I share our names with our cousins, and I was not up to spelling out the difference in mine that late at night/early in the morning).

I must also add that I took off my shoes because those gel cushions that are supposed to protect the balls of your feet are fucking liars.

So, anyway, in a roundabout way I make it to my room. I very decidedly decide that I did not want to go to bed with my hair still up, for fear of puncturing my brain with one of the twenty or thirty pins that was holding it up. My arms got tired, so my brother took over the work of carefully extracting the, what seemed like at the time, hundreds of pins. Then he found the rubber bands that were also holding it up. Thankfully, he did not have to resort to teeth. A scissors was on hand to take care of it.

It must be said that, due to the amount of hairspray, even without the pins and rubber bands, most of the hair was still standing up by itself.

I decided to wash it. Maybe making it wet would make it easier to brush.

It fucking does not.

I don't feel like describing the immense amount of pain I went through to brush out my hair. Just know that it was very, very painful; an event of brushing and washing my hair that usually takes under ten minutes, stretched to an hour.

I think I'll leave that night alone now. It's rather late right now. I will, more likely than not, return to the topic of the wedding, as many things happened that I wish to talk about - the way my nan acted, the way one of my cousin's made a total fucking state of herself, and the way another cousin turned out to be better than any of them because she wanted to dance with me. Oh, and the way my aunt looked that day. Her dress was beautiful. And I'd also like to talk some more about me, of course. But as I'm typing, its 00:34 on the clock - 12:34 am - and I really, really have to go to bed.

Oyasumi yasai, gute nacht, slain a codladh...

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15850885/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15850885/ Sat, 08 Dec 2007 15:59:53 PST
My god. I looked so fucking good. The pictures just didn't capture it. I've never been so proud of myself - in that, I've never felt so beautiful. Not even at my debs, when I felt like a walking goddess. At the wedding, I transcended goddess-hood.

No, really. Everywhere I went, people came up to me and said how beautiful and graceful and stylish I was. I've never had that before. I felt so good. So damn good.

Later my mother told me that everywhere she went, people told her that she had such a confident, beautiful and graceful daughter. I never felt that good about myself in my entire life.

Oddly enough, this episode hasn't made me vain - if anything, it's humbled me. I never realised - no, I never even gave a thought to how people considered me. I just thought that they thought that I was just my mother's daughter, or my aunt's neice and goddaughter. A little - very quiet. Introverted. Interested in Japanese and books and art. Not like anyone, really, that they would be interested in. Not great with small talk. Not really of any consequence. I thought that people forgot about me as soon as they switched their attention. I didn't think people would pay attention to me. I assumed I was wallpaper, when compared to the girls who drank and flirted and danced and talked inanely about nothing much. Am I of consequence?

Apparently. They thought I was beautiful. Complete strangers thought I was beautiful. And I thought that I was beautiful as well. I know that no matter how bad I think I look in the morning, I can always be beautiful, even if I don't feel like being beautiful. I can be beautiful.

When they tell me that I look so beautiful - when I put on that fake, feathery white stole around my shoulders, I looked like a movie star - I didn't know what to say. I'd blush, hide my braces, and say thank you very much. What else could I say? I never believed them.

Then I caught my reflection, and I didn't recognise myself.

Is there a part of me that other people see; a part that is hidden from me? I thought I knew myself, but people were saying things, good things about me that I didn't recognise. They said I carried myself with pride, with grace, with elegance. Did I? If I did, I wasn't conscious of doing so. I never realised that there was a hidden part of myself that revealed itself to other people, and hid away from me. I thought I knew myself. I didn't really like much about myself - my personality, my looks - but I accepted and eventually ignored it. The few moments when I knew I was beautiful distilled my fears into something less potent, and kept me going.

Now I know I can be beautiful, even if I'm not trying. The other me will direct my actions. There are lots of me's. I just didn't think that the things I saw in other people - in books and anime, really - applied to me. I just assumed that it all evened out in the end. I never wanted to be like everyone else. I never wanted to wear the same clothes, have the same haircut, wear the same make-up, listen to the same music. And I don't just mean the drinkers with their archeological-dig make-up; I mean all the punks, the sporties, the goths - everyone who said they were unique and failed or ignored the twisting conunndrum that was their oxymoronic predicament. I just assumed that I would, eventually, figure out what I liked. In the meantime, I would go on as I was - a little dissatisfied, but capable of getting over it and moving on.

Now I realise I am different - a different me to the me before the other me. That makes no sense, but...no, that's probably the point. It makes sense if you don't think about it. These thoughts are so fleeting. I write them here so that I will never forget - I will be myself.

But no, it's a different myself. I said that I would be myself because I didn't want to be like everyone else. Now I know that I can be myself. Not as a substitute until I find something better, but as something certain that I can be. Myself. Me. I.

I am me. And I am beautiful. It took another me to figure that out, but I know that I will always be changing - always figuring out new things about myself and the world and the people around me. My mind is the face that I see, but while I watch others, they too watch me. There is a part of me that only other people around me see, and that I cannot - and might never - comprehend.

I will always be me. I will always be beautiful.

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15806134/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15806134/ Wed, 05 Dec 2007 11:27:19 PST Thou foul and fatal mimicry,
Thou say't to me; who left to die?
Lay down your crown and wealth in haste,
When death is dead who left to waste?

The things we do to ourselves, to make ourselves acceptable in the outer world...

Fashion conscious, I will admit,
To the few and far between small fit
Which did not exactly work for me,
And so I lie in mimicry.

Two rhymes for 'mimicry'.

There is purpose to this. Oh, the despair of the things we do to ourselves. I thought the orthodontist was bad! How worse, I ask (rhetorically), could the forcible shifting of teeth be? How worse, I ask, could the plucking and waxing of senstive eyebrows be? How worse, I ask, could the sting of shaved areas be?

My aunt has a wedding tomorrow (Thursday). Let me just make one thing clear: I have an intense dislike to dressing up. I am, in fact, allergic to any form of fanciness. I like to look good, of course, but not at the price all other women seem to be paying. I am not willing to spend an hour on my face. I am not willing to "pamper" myself to spa treatments and hair care. I am not willing to wear heel-chafing high heels and skinny t-shirts and skirts in Winter. I am not willing to pretty-fy myself to the extent that all other women I see seem to be doing. I mean, why?

Maybe I'll understand when I have someone to impress. But I'm not going to lie to a fella by wearing skimpy clothes in Winter and lathering myself in make-up. Personally, I find myself horribly embarrassed - for whatever reason - by looking even remotely like anyone else. That means glasses, and unusual combination of clothes, which I am usually game for. I like my style, whatever the hell it is.

I mean, it's not like I don't have those moments where I feel obscenely ugly and fat. All women - and now all men - do. It's natural. I just have to keep telling myself that I'm not fat, and I'm not ugly. I'm different looking - there's a bit of French, German, Swiss and god knows what else running through me, and with a bit of concealer under the eyes I can pass for decent in weak light. I'm also lucky in that I'm of acceptable weight for my height and age, and that I look good without being toned.

This is not an expulsion of my vanity onto the World Wide Web (in fact I will divulge that my usual attire consists of my pajamas). Heaven alone knows how many people read this. These words are the reassurances that I use, and the ones that echo through my mind as I sit, sticky, stinky and disgruntled, in front of the computer screen having a short while ago returned home after getting a spray tan for the wedding tommorow.

Personally, I could not give two flying fucks about the colour of my paling skin (it tans remarkably well, but this is winter, so no sun in sight), but when my mother says this and this, well, quite obviously, that is going to happen, whether I like it or not.

It was cold. It was wet. It was sticky. Aside from soap operas, those three things are those which I hate most in the world. Normally I don't even like taking a shower (I do, of course; I have to), but I can't take a shower, because this stupid fake tan, evidently, may 'wash off'.

I could not give. A flying fuck. I want this goddamn shit off of my skin, and I want it off now. It stinks. It sticks. I cannot tell the fucking difference between before and after.

My mind is made up. If I have to be a freak, then so be it. "Beauty" is just too much fucking hassle. I'll be myself, for ever and ever. Uglier people have found true love, so surely me without make-up has a shot..?

Ah, screw it. I am hungry, sticky (did I mention sticky?), and cold, and really pissed off because I have no idea of how I'm going to get to sleep tonight. I have never wanted to take a shower so badly.

Good night. I'm going to go find some soup (my lunches still consist of a 2:1 ratio of chocolate and other), hopefully get a good movie or book, and try to settle myself. If the tan smudges, I'll get over it.

Make-up and hair tomorrow, hooray!

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15720695/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15720695/ Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:26:42 PST
Rhetoric

My dinner was of spaghetti bolognese with no red sauce, large chunks of onion and spaghetti that looked (and vaguely tasted) like chinese wok noodles. I still have the taste on the back of my tongue. It doesn't taste like spaghetti bolognese, but as I rarely eat much of anything these days that isn't at least two out of three parts chocolate, I don't believe it really matters what my parents cook for me, as I will not, in all probability, eat very much of it.

So tell me: if you're standing in the middle of a forest and you eat spaghetti bolognese with no red sauce, large chunks of onion and spaghetti that looks (and vaguely tastes) like chinese wok noodles, and no-one is there to see you eat it, does that mean it's not spaghetti bolognese? Or does that simply mean I don't have to eat it?

And maybe I could tell my parents I ate it all. After all, there's no-one else in the forest with me. If only I hadn't left the half-filled plate behind...

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Return

Today I met up with my lovely friend Jess who I discovered is doing fashion design, possibly in England next year, is stretching her ear lobes with diamante rings and has gotten a further two (possibly two) lip piercings. She also has yet to return my Kelly Clarkson album, my brown leather jacket (from which she was removing white paint that had melted itself onto the leather from the white lounge chair it had been placed upon) and my first Big Book of Pretentious Poetry that I had written way back in the who-haw when.

And despite all this, I still love her very dearly. The world would be a darker place without people like Jessy in it.

Of course, it would also possibly be a little more punctual with the returning of items that were borrowed before the Leaving Cert.

I also scalded my tongue on the tea we bought at Gloria Jean's which now that I come to think of it, may have been a contributing factor as to why I couldn't really taste my dinner.

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Rock Fucking On

So, my good friend Dave at Other Realms (yes. That's his full name) was wondering what manga I was reading - so he could get me a christmas present (how much money does this guy have?! He must have shelled out at least twenty euro for the two manga for my birthday).

I'm not really reading any manga at the moment, says I. I'm caught up with all the stupid school work and actually, I'm watching Death Note on Veoh, and it's fecking brilliant.

Ah, says he. Okay.

So, he says. Come over here a minute, and let me show you what we've just gotten in stock.

And he took me over to the wall in front of the cash registar and what do I see before my very eyes than new figurines of Final Fantasy VII characters. Cloud, Sephiroth, Vincent - even Leon was there, although of course he's from a different FF.

Okay, says he. Tell me. Which one is your favourite? Which one would you pick out of all of them?

And I hemmed and hawwed and did other worrisome things beginning with H to delay the moment where I would have to pick one above the others.

Emmm...I says. I dunno. They're all brilliant. I love them all.

And doesn't he say okay and pick Vincent off the rack and tell me that the Vincent figurine is my Christmas present? Yes, he does.

And I goes, you can't! They're dead expensive!

(Twenty to thirty euro)

And he says, not a bother. I get store discount.

And I says - all whiney and touched like - Aww...thanks...!

And I gives him a big hug and ax him what he wants. A nine euro 'Raptor' for his Warhammer set.

Ladies, we just can't compare. Fellas just spend so much goddamn more on us, and there's not a flipping thing we can do about it.

Viva la feminine!

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R is the Eighteenth Letter of the Alphabet, I counted with my fingers and then checked on a post-it note so I know

HA! Made you read!

Xx Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15632895/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15632895/ Fri, 23 Nov 2007 09:35:51 PST
"[Insert inspirational quote]"

And so forth.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15621218/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15621218/ Thu, 22 Nov 2007 12:53:03 PST all over the fucking school looking for a sanitory towel today, because I bled unexpectedly early.

Yes. Pleasant topic for conversation. But I'm in a mood, and I wish to bitch about it.

I got horrible cramps (the kind where you cross your eyes in the vain attempt to alleviate the pain) in triple English class. Thankfully Niamh, a girl I talk to (I rarely find myself in a position to be able to comfortably call someone 'friend'. 'Acquaintance' would perhaps be a more accurate word, but it's far too stuffy) had Nuerofen Plus (by now it happens to merely be an ineffectual placebo, as my uterus has long since identified and rejected the most powerful of any drug), so I took that (PS, there are too many parenthesis' in this sentence, but I'm too tired to fix it).

Toilet paper only goes so far.

The dispenser requires 3x50cent coins. I had a euro. So. I went wandering around in the hopes that I could find someone that I knew so I could borrow the extra fifty cent.

Upstairs, two flights.

Downstairs, two flights.

Upstairs again, two flights.

Second floor, Niamh again, and she was so nice to me! She gave me another euro, so then I had two euro!

Aaand down I go to the canteen to exchange my coins for 3x50cent coins. Back to the bathroom and -

The dispenser didn't work.

And there was no other dispenser in the school.

And toilet paper only goes so far.

Upstairs again, to sit out the remainder of triple English with toilet paper stuffed down my pants.

For those of you who will inevitably wonder how the story ends, I did manage to acquire a pad. From the elderly year head on the second floor.

So. How was your fucking day?

--

I've just heard that my father has departed to his self-defence class, having cooked the potatoes, green vegetables, but not the fish.

--

I had an Irish test today, and it went pretty well. I'm good at Irish; if only I could get hang of where to put all of the extra letters that certain declensions require.

--

The art teacher didn't show up today. That woman is an idiot. I'm teaching myself and two other students.

--

Mommy got new clothes and they are pretty.

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My aunt's wedding is on December 6th. It's a black-tie reception, so I'll have another opportunity to wear my debutante dress. Which reminds me, eerily enough I saw the guy who went with me to my debs in the Study Hall earlier this evening. I doubt he recognised me; I was wearing contacts that night. Also, I had pretty curly hair, make-up, and a revealing cut on both ends of the dress. Today I wore glasses. My hair was poker straight - an ailment I have already described in a previous journal entry - and I'm wearing my 'just-got-out-of-bed-ugh-I-hope-the-shirt-is-on-the-right-way-where-the-fuck-are-my-shoes' clothes.

I think I'll start taking care of myself after Christmas. Around the time of winter my life becomes the 'declining sales' part of the Product Life Cycle.

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Mommy bought me a selection box filled with my favourite chocolates! Yummy! I mean, she bought the boys one too, but LOOK! ME!!

--

FOOD! The fish is cooked! Adios!

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15534222/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15534222/ Fri, 16 Nov 2007 13:37:11 PST
I, in actual fact, did not find out about this until the day after, clueless git that I am. I just thought that he was laid up with a really damn bad cold. But instead it was a kidney infection. Hm.

It wasn't threatening or anything, but he has a serious history of asthma, so if that nurse hadn't been around it may have gotten bad. But he's okay now, I think. Dad bought him two seasons of "Family Guy" and the WWII Pigeon movie, "Valiant" (very cute). As I type, he's at youth club (he couldn't go to his Comhairle na hOige, which is a kind of young Dail - no, even as I type that I realise no-one will know what I'm talking about. It's kind of like a Student Council, but bigger. I think. Anyway, he was disappointed about that). Technically he shouldn't be out, but he hasn't seen [insert the girl's name, which I can't remember, possibly Emily, possibly Amy, just might be Elaine], so OOOooooOOOOooo...that means that at the age of thirteen, he's had more dates than I have.

...that's...depressing.

Oh well. I can always use my poet excuse and claim that no man will ever understand me. Now all I have to do is live in a refurbished farmhouse off the coast of Sligo and never wash.

I won't lie to you. It's looking like a distinct possibility.

...

I had a German Oral and an Irish History test today - but not together, obviously. I think I did okay in both - far from stellar, of course, because it's friday and I'm just so bone-stupid, but quite acceptable indeed.

Also, I rocked the pants off my last German verb test. 51/56. One of the highest marks in the class. Second highest, I do believe. Booyakasha, and suchlike phrases of expressive triumph.
...

The other day I had to sit in History class and listen to a french speaker try to teach me how to swear in german.

It was a little amusing, and more than a little frustrating. Her pronounciation was far superior to mine, and I don't know how that happened. I rest myself, safe in the knowledge that I'm pretty.

...

If anyone would like to send me money, it would be greatly appreciated, as I have none.

...

When my twin brother (you know, the one who's a jerk) and I took out the puppies tonight, they tried to escape. That is, they did escape. Twice. We managed to wrestle them (yes, I mean wrestle) back into the dog-run, but they escaped again when we were feeding them. First it was Illy. Then we got Illy back in, and Zeus escaped. Then Illy escaped again.

We spent a further ten or fifteen minutes chasing them around the garden (we own a half-acre, by the way) before finally capturing them again. They ran all the way down to the grabage again and god did I have a heart attack; I thought they had gone under the gate and onto the road, but they hadn't. Then they ran onto the path that runs down the bottom of the garden.

William and I managed to coordinate ourselves so that we struck in a what is mil'try speaking called the "Pincer Movement", wherein I chased them from behind and Will headed them off at the front. He caught Illy, gave him to me, then ran off to chase Zeus. It took serious resolve, but Will finally managed to claim victory near Mt. Trampoline using only his wits, his jacket, and a strangely high-pitched voice.

Now, this may all sound a little ridiculous, but I'd like to remind everyone that this was about seven in the evening of winter time, so it was pitch black outside. The flood lights by the gates didn't so much help us as blind us. And we own two very black dogs. One must keep their eyes open, lest a shadow should weave its way between one's legs and suddenly one is flat on their back, both hands in dog shit and breathing in doggy breath as one's face is slowly eaten by over-zealous adoration.

That said, if our situations were reversed, I too would attempt to eat their faces. They are just so damned cute.

...

I arrived home yesterday to discover that, in the course of the day, the house had somehow acquired a new dishwasher. It's Bosch, and smells strongly of fresh plastic.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15492703/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15492703/ Tue, 13 Nov 2007 12:20:28 PST
Big meal + 2 slices of apple pie + skinny jeans = no no no bad girl.

My tummy hurts, but mm-mm! Apple pie! It's apple-licious!

XD

...

Today I was very angry, for no particular reason. I have thusly formulated a theory: because I experience very little menstrual pain, my body compensates for the abscence of pain by tripling the usual amount of PMS any one woman can handle. The end result: a constant and terrifying desire to burst into tears, scream at the top of my lungs, kill myself, kill everyone around me in horrible ways and goddamn bad awful emo poetry. Also, backtracking over my past mistakes which, believe me, takes up a lot of time, energy, and sanity.

I think I was doing okay up until art class, where I have the most retarded art teacher ever. Ever. Okay, so she has non-leaving cert. students to teach (mainly teach how to draw), but goddammit we have done no work this term. None. Video work doesn't count, because who in the seven hells does the video-work question on the paper? It's one of the hardest questions on the paper!

When I was typing the word 'one', I misspelled it 'neo'. HA!

...

Aaoowooo...tummy. Tummy hurts.

...

My brother told dad the wrong bus time, so we ended up getting a taxi home from fermoy. So...that's a bus from cork to fermoy (1 hour) and a taxi from fermoy to our house (usually 15 minutes).

I say usually because there were only, like, two or three taxis around. So...we had to share a taxi with someone going to kilworth, and thus, the journey took another hour. Needless to day, this did not help my mood.

...

I might as well paint my skin green, I AM HULK and I want to smash things.

Words to the wise, gentlemen. Don't fuck around with a women when she's on a PMS tight-rope. Just do exactly what she says, immediately after she says it, and you won't get hurt.

Probably.

...

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15480634/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15480634/ Mon, 12 Nov 2007 14:56:59 PST
I'm so fuckin' concise YEAH go sleep-jumbled brain GO w0ot...




Oh my god...what did I just type? I blinked and I missed it...

(yes...in this journal entry she is actually making a deep and spiritual commentary on what is professionally called "The fuck if we know". Many theologists have debated the precise reason as to why she spelt "bitches" as "beyatches", but further inquiry into the mind of the tortured genius, sleep-deprived and generally famous for her terminal addiction to sugar, is most unwise unless one is of the most high standard of philosophical debate and theory...)

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15447589/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15447589/ Sat, 10 Nov 2007 10:41:10 PST bad at it. I mean, I love languages. I'm just not any good at them.

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Is it just me, or is my recent poetry passé, boring, and bleh? I seem to have lost the oh-so-favourable groove, as it were, of my teen years (I'm nineteen. I can't get far away enough from my teen years. Please, make them go away. I keep poking them with a stick, but they always sidle back when I'm not looking). My life is good, with some retrospect. I've got everything that I want, aside from the ability to write original poetry. I think the last thing I wrote that I actually quite liked was "The Shape of Buses", and that was only because a surprising amount of people liked it, and it won me (for the third time) first place in DevLit's competition.

I don't know. Maybe I just need to relax away from the poetry, and go back to the prose for a while. Maybe my skills (I spent a while there trying to think of a less egotistical word, but then I gave up) work on a see-saw basis; I get my month (or year) of honey, and then I swap before the ground sours. Like a crop rotary system, perhaps.

Problem is, I really like poetry. I really do. But I just don't have anything sincere or melodramatic to write about. In my teens years I was going through awkward things and revelations. But those revelations taught me to take things as they came, and while my psychological state has certainly improved my poetry has greatly suffered. There's nothing behind the words. There's nothing motivating them. There are no more revelations that surprise me. I've found the candles behind the shadows that once would eat me from inside, but now those shadows have receded to a dimmness on the edge of vision. The darkness matters so little, and now I have nothing to inspire me. The darkness was my inspiration. The light never inspired me in my poetry; the light inspired my prose. I'm never able to write proper darkness into my prose, just as I'm never able to write poper light into my poetry.

I feel like a blank canvas. I feel like my skin has been peeled off, and I've been born again. The darkness has passed, and the light reigns.

I won't even pretend to be fickle. I just keep reminding myself that I would never, never trade the light for the darkness. 'Be careful what you wish for', remember? I would never go back to the pain that gave me my poetry. Damn no. But I would like the poetry back.

Ohh, now I understand the phrase: "You can't have your cake and eat it too." Hhm.

--

When do we stop being children doing grown-up things? I'm still thrilled by the way adults treat me with trust; if they give me a job, then I'm supposed to do it. It's grown up. When will the small dorky things of adulthood wear off from novelty to normality? It still get a kick out of trying to calculate my expenses...if that isn't a one-way ticket to Loserville, then god knows what is.

--

Haultsmaulundklick has gotten a new account. I hope he'll let me devWatch him there as well. I'm a big fan of his stuff; there's just something indefinabley attractive about it. The colours ad angles are great. His new gallery looks to be even more promising. He's one of the best photographers I've seen.

--

For whatever reason, the Neil Gaiman site won't let me on. I think I remember him saying something about system maintanence - that they were moving to a new server - so I hope it'll be up soon. I need my fix of Gaiman-related internet!

--

The puppies got loose twice. I think it was twice. And they started eating garbage. My brother was yelling for help, because he was the only one out there, so I had to jam my feet into my moccasins and run outside in my pajamas to take a hold of Illy while he ran down and pulled Zeus out of the garbage.

Silly puppies indeed.

--

It's quite cold over here, and I've run out of things to say. In any case, it's not like anyone really reads this journal, except occassionaly or by chance. And I don't say that as a cry for attention, or a complaint. I'm just saying it because, come on. It's true.

--

Does anyone have nail polish remover? Damn. I think I'll go with good intentions into my room to work on my stories and then listen to music instead.

Hatheny

]]> ~Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15362537/ http://Hatheny-Lurey-Dralaw.deviantart.com/journal/15362537/ Sun, 04 Nov 2007 13:26:40 PST god I've just realised that I've eaten too much chocolate and I still have an english essay to finish. Not that I've only just realised that I have an english essay to finish; hell, I realised that a week ago. To be more accurate, I have an english essay to start.

Gosh, that's a lot of itallics.

Everyone who reads this, put your hands up! I'd like to know, just out of curiousity.

Nail polish and chocolate; my two vices. Not together obviously, because that would be icky and slightly poisonous. But I had this new colour I've been meaning to try out for ages (the bottle says 'movie star'. It is red and appropriately glittery) and today I tried it out. On one hand. That means five of my nails are a lovely glitzy red.

And...the other five nails? Interesting question. Um.

Well, the thing is, I haven't worn nail polish in so long that I sort of...well.

Okay, the thing is, I rarely - if ever - wear the same colour on both hands. I mean, that's just boring, and I have so many pretty colours.

One for each nail on my right hand, to be specific.

So...yeah. From thumb to pinky, the colours are: Aqua metallic green (eerily, the same colour as the family car), black, vicious metallic fuschia, black plum, and a red that was entitled 'erotica', and thus far too good a colour to pass up. Needless to say if I painted all of my nails in that last colour (as well as got a matching lipstick) and changed my named to 'Cindy', I would be a Las Vegas whore.

It is, therefore, one of my favourite colours.

My hair is flat. And I don't just mean flat under normal terms. I mean that if I ironed it there would be no visible difference. Now, I am trying to grow it, but this hasn't done anything beside giving my overall head a slightly scraggily look, rather like an uncombed dog.

You may think I'm being pleasantly sarcastic. I'm not. Someone, please help me. My hair is not just lifeless - it has been dead for several years and what I am carrying on my head is the hollow and slightly static corpse of a small tumbleweed, whose gross size can twist comfortabley around my hand. Has anyone got any hair tips that will give it some volume? And they'll have to be quick hair tips too, because I never have too much time in the mornings. The shampoos - none of them, I've tried every freaking 'body and lustre' shampoo under the sun - don't work, and neither does back-brushing, no matter how visciously I curse. Amy Winehouse, I am not.

Why am I writing a journal entry instead of doing my english essay oh yeah. I forgot. This is me we're talking about. I keep telling myself that I'll do it in a minute and then it's too late and I just think to myself, well gosh, what's the worst that can happen? And I stop caring.

Typical. The second I'm having doubts about my being able to express any sincere emotion, and McFly come on the tv screen. They're psychic, they are. And so deliciously wonderful.

Beauty and the Beast is a panto this Christmas! Yay! Another thing that is psychic! There are no coincidences in this world. This kind of thing happens too often to me to be a coincidence. I swear, just the last couple of weeks, I've een reminiscing about all of those old Disney classics, and I've been looking for the 'Beauty and the Beast' dvd. So what comes along? The panto of it! I believe this is what they call a technical 'w0ot' situation. Oh yes indeed.

I hope people paid attention to my last journal entry about Erin, because it was important. If you haven't seen it, go now.

Hatheny

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