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Tuesday, June 18th, 2002
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12:57 pm
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i am wondering whether or not elrond knows about this:
( men are weak? )
current mood: ??
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| Thursday, June 6th, 2002
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10:44 pm
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23 I act like I'm 23.
This test was brought to you by Mel - She'll bite you ;o). Take it here.
and still beautiful
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10:37 pm
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i am considering this idea: the MESPT livejournal awards. sound good? has it been done yet? have any ideas for award titles? like, "best hobbit baked at 350 degrees in an oven?" get back to me on this, leave a comment. this macroeconomist dark-elf has a ridiculous amount of free time.
current mood:  curious
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| Friday, May 24th, 2002
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11:36 pm
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sorry beloveds, it's been awhile. i have an AIM screen name if anyone is interested in talking about mergers and acquisitions and the like: eol of nan elmoth
current mood:  blank
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| Monday, May 13th, 2002
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4:07 pm
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feed me a stray cat.
current mood: 3rjffcw
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4:00 pm
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i am too drunk. cecilia, bring me my childrennnnnnn.l/'l;
current mood: indescribable
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| Saturday, April 20th, 2002
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3:40 pm - never trust an elf
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stagnant journal. my apologies. :( i had a recent situation w/ an elven prostitute. it was too late when i found out she was actually an orc. vile. vile.
i uncovered photographs of myself in my youth, when i was still a learning blacksmith, an apprentice. i remember those days in BMHS (blue mt. high school) with an acquired internship w/ the dwarves. parties, rum & coke, irresponsibility, ditching, making out, showing compassion, acting dumb.
fortunately, i grew out of it.
( rebel, rebel )
current mood:  nostalgic
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| Monday, April 15th, 2002
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1:03 am - my hair is short
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i am not the "legolas w/ black hair."
the last thing is desire is a herd of females, in the 13-17 year-old age bracket, proclaiming their gothen (???) admiration for me in the form of poetry. no.
am losing all the fat i acquired from being dead for so long. soon i will return to my beautiful, chiseled physique. glorious.
current mood:  irate
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| Sunday, April 14th, 2002
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3:06 am
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current mood:  bored
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2:46 am - girls love male elves w/ black eyeliner
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have assessed and (negatively) scrutinized past situations that have lead to my existing situation. while i am fully sober, at least.
though i believe that i am above the tactless aggressions of the lower mammalian species, i have nonetheless been compared by some to an animal. the assumption of which is that any and every animal is a being of cruelty, one who acts w/o proper reason and w/ misguided insecurity. but has one ever paralleled this same accusation across the actions of my wife aredhel?
while it is true that my deeds "against" them were belligerent and rash, my deeds also embodied the absolute noble primordial instincts of securing my clan's safety. it is not wrong when the male figurehead of a family desires to head an efficient, ideal family, and to uphold the tenets of selfless preservation of his loved ones when he believes there is a posed threat, internal or by outside means. yes, these were my "animal" instincts, instincts of what i hold to be full of family integrity and determination. my mildly violent actions were, in fact, reactions to the actual shameful actions of aredhel, the proclaimed bitch-whore. actions that are far more "cruel" than my "beastly" doings.
aredhel makes her first ignoble act when she spurns her brother's benevolence and coerces him to let her leave his beautiful city of gondolin. this, to me, proves great disrespect; her brother gently offered her the security of the city and of her life, and she bitterly repudiated this. furthermore, when turgon granted her leave, she foolishly sought the sanctuary of fëanor. and this to her is "freedom": to leave the constriction of her brother for more constrictions w/ another elf. strength of will vs. folly - obviously aredhel makes no distinction between the two. social darwinism should have claimed her life long ago.
w/ no luck concerning fëanor, she came haphazardly galloping into nan elmoth. it is primordial instinct to act out violently against those whom the male figurehead feels poses a threat to his relative clan and/or territory, whatever the judger wishes to call it. however, i abstained from this ruthless act and took aredhel in as my wife, most likely a result of karma from her tramping about middle-earth (since i am in the most prominent position to talk of karma :| ) enjoying "freedom". i saved her from whatever perils were ahead of her, since she was deprived of wonderful, incompetent guardsmen. :| i gave unto her commitment, security, and a son. and when i lived up to these promises/gifts i was seen as a degenerate.
thirdly, she manipulated our kid's mind, which i'll evaluate in a fruitless future post.
current mood:  calm
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| Saturday, April 13th, 2002
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12:38 am
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do elves enjoy the music of kraftwerk?
current mood: amused
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| Tuesday, April 9th, 2002
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12:39 am - it's hard being a bastard
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have returned from dead. wish i had inflicted more pain on aredhel during her death. blasted javelin. must remember joys of wrath and not merely the act of death. am hungry. desire steak.
long term goals:
lose weight
kill
eat gamgee offspring, all
find another hardbody elf who will keep mouth shut and know her appropriate place in the forest.
so it goes.
current mood: undead
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