[Pnelma Tirian]'s diary

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Written about Monday 2007-06-25
Written: (6363 days ago)
Next in thread: 952609, 954085

Since everyone's doing it, here's a riddle---

The poor have too much of it, the rich don't have enough of it, and God can't accomplish it. What is it?

951008  Link to this entry 
Written about Friday 2007-06-22
Written: (6366 days ago)

Candy's pretty ugly picture

why does this even matter? go vote anyway.

While you're at it, go to Pnelma's Pen and tell me what you think.

946844  Link to this entry 
Written about Saturday 2007-06-09
Written: (6379 days ago)

I'm uh.

Failing.

three classes.


....

945011  Link to this entry 
Written about Sunday 2007-06-03
Written: (6385 days ago)

Extreme and entirely justified swearing ahead.

http://www.kuksi.com/home.html

What the fuck.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Why is this man so fucking amazing.

He's like. Some form of hermit or something. He has to be.

He's a meticulous sculptor and his production rate is insane and the details are fucking mindblowing and holy shit what the fuck.

NOT ONLY THIS BUT HE CAN PAINT LIKE A FUCKING PRO AND HIS GRAPHITE SHIT IS FUCKING OFF THE HOOK AND HE HAS A HANDLE ON FLASH WHAT THE FUCK.

He's only 34.

Hell, if I'm HALF this amazing at 34 I can die happy.

god damn.

941264  Link to this entry 
Written about Monday 2007-05-21
Written: (6398 days ago)
Next in thread: 941569

Ren Faire:

SO THIS YEAR I went as a pirate with a wooden dagger and Kat's sword ribbon-tied to my belt strap, and I married Jennifer for fun and we were such the bickering couple and we kept marrying other men and we decided Ben was a eunuch and we tried to sell him off but nobody was buying.

And then we found an asian guy with two sais and we took him on, me with my short-ass little wooden dagger, Jennifer with her slingshot(not even anything in it, just the slingshot) and we pwn'd him.

Maybe later there will be pictures.

And then I got lost and I lost my wooden dagger that I hand-carved myself and I was really really upset about that but on the drive back home Ben held my hand to make me feel better and that was a really sweet gesture. #^_^# Ben is so sweet!

And then we went to Islands and had food and actually had way too much money for the bill (a first in Fluorites history!) and gave the waitress this GIGANTIC tip and then we went to kat's house and I was reeeallly itching for a swordfight so we went out back and gathered together all the weapons we could find, which totaled in Bob's new sword, Kat's old, deteriorating sword, and two of kat's daggers. So I took the daggers and she took the swords, and I have NO IDEA how to use two daggers.

So I lasted about eight seconds before she got me on the pinky. So now I have this really wide, 4-stitch wound on my finger that's bleeding profusely and we make our way to the bathroom and luckily it didn't hit bone, but still. Pretty nasty. And so once we FINALLY got it to stop bleeding and all bandaged up, we went back outside and Bob, idiot that he is, picks up the daggers and challenges Kat again, who is going, this is a bad idea. But Bob insists, and it doesn't take three seconds before he gets nicked on the thumb.

"It's a bad idea because it's really obviously a bad idea!"

Ah, well. Now I have yet another badass scar in the making on my left hand.

And then I realized CRAP NOT MY LEFT HAND THAT'S MY DRAWIN' HAND

932323  Link to this entry 
Written about Saturday 2007-04-21
Written: (6428 days ago)
Next in thread: 932367

My brother gave me the option between Dead Rising, Crackdown, and Blazing Angels.

Zombie killing is fun but I hate bosses and there'll be only so many times I'll die before I get frustrated.

There are only so many rooftops and explosions one can have.

But I will never, ever get tired of doing stupid stuff in WWII airplanes.

EVER.

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TATATARRROOOUUUGUGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHHH!!

915121  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2007-02-28
Written: (6480 days ago)

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.....

a little emo, maybe, but called for? certainly.

After all, everyone gets their share of depressing journals. That's what I beleive in; balance. Everyone gets a certain amount of happiness and a certain amount of misery. Balance. I have a super-good day today, I can count on the rest of the week being pretty depressing. It's how it works. And, knowing how it works, I can be understanding about it, and content to live this way. It makes sense, doesn't it?

We're all looking for some sense in life. All of us find a substitute that suits us, and settle down with it eventually. Even those that doubt all they see. What a sad existance that is! To never allow yourself the suspension of disbeleif, to never allow someone to lie to you, even if only in a story. To never allow themselves the simple pleasure of accomplishing something, even if they didn't do as well as they hoped, to feel content about having tried, having put their best foot forward on it. All because they fear the other side of the spectrum; defeat, humiliation. As if feeling good about something would allow you to let your determination slack. As if feeling bad about something would drive you too low to fight back.

That is a truly sad existance.

How does one live like that?

901017  Link to this entry 
Written about Sunday 2007-01-21
Written: (6518 days ago)
Next in thread: 901038, 901194

I think I figured out why no one on Elftown wants to talk to me.

Other people get badges from other users saying "[Such and such] protects this page, look out yo!" and usually two or three minimum per page.

I don't. I brought my own protection.

Maybe she's a bit too intimidating..?

898046  Link to this entry 
Written about Saturday 2007-01-13
Written: (6526 days ago)

I'm in an RP with an old friend and her cousin, which would be cool, except every post I make is like throwing lvl 30's into a lvl 50 battle. I can manage it, but not very well.

It's not really very relaxing anymore.

or amazingly fun.

it's actually quite stressful.

But I don't want to say so, because I've already overindulged in worrying about powerplaying at them, and what the hell would I look like saying they intimidate me? After all, it took a good bit of begging and cajoling just to get to this point.

And it is fun, still. Just..not as much fun as it is when 90% of the rest of the cast isn't level 50 and don't have relationship stuff worked out already.

y'know?

891198  Link to this entry 
Written about Tuesday 2006-12-26
Written: (6545 days ago)
Next in thread: 898236

Bah! Screw bishounen with their effeminate, smooth faces. Gimme a comic book. I can see every line on that man's face, and he is SMOKIN' hot. Now, THAT'S art!

863993  Link to this entry 
Written about Monday 2006-10-16
Written: (6616 days ago)

So the beginning was my rendition of the ZG movie, but I don't remember it at all.
after that, I was walking down this street, and everyone was all gothic and had ZG eyeliner and I was looking for the actress so I could congratulate her.
but there were these two at the end of the block that were just staring at me, so I stopped and looked at them.
they treated it as a challenge and tried to take bites out of me. (vampires---or people who were convinced they were.)
so I roar death-metal style, as I am prone to do, and treated my fingers like claws, and of course they assume I am a werewolf.
which I am not, but I might as well act the part, y'know?
so for a while they're winning, but I manage to get my legs around one of their heads and I snap his neck.
so he's just lying on the floor, bleeding. And I'm like, didn't mean to do that.
and the other guy's in total shock.
so I leave.

and then I become Carmonolon.
which is always totally awesome.
So I'm wandering around, in human form of course, in this same town.
I'm going to guess it was Mourncrow, because it had the same basic atmosphere.
And I accidentally slip out of disguise, and now I've got all these gov't cronies on my tail, trying to kill/capture/study me.
and I've got this little band of people I'm taking care of.
but every building I go into, this kamikaze bomber comes into, lights a crapload of dynamite sticks, leaves a bunch of glittery V-esque hats at the door, and leaves.
and I've got that much time to get out of the building.
So once I'm in this room behind a curtain with a bunch of people. one of them is a general, and I'm trying to convince him that I'm less dangerous if people would leave me the hell alone.
So I momentarily take over his body and say so.
proving I'm much more dangerous when provoked.
but bomb man comes in and is in the process of lighting his dynamite sticks. So I wraith to the other side of the curtain and attempt to pick the lock holding it closed with a hairpin, and then decide it's not worth it and blow it up with my hand.
don't ask how the lock was keeping the curtain closed.
maybe it was a really heavy curtain.
okay, so we barely make it out in time, and FINALLY the town decides just to give me a little bit of the outskirting forest. So I get this little square of trees that looks only as big as a living room but is actually several acres.
and the trees are all white and most of them are dead, and the land is barren, but the trees hold hundreds of books each.
So I'm mostly spending my time reading. And there's a little chest that holds canvases with various pictographs and things on it.
people start coming into my territory and using the books--which I don't mind too much, as long as they don't steal them and leave me alone.
but I switch characters to this girl who comes in periodically. And Carmonolon's chillin' over there and I'm in a book, and I hear faintly a Victorian-era guy asking Carmonolon a very stupid question, and Carmonolon treats him with a snarky retort and runs out of patience and chops him into three parts with his hands.
and I'm wondering what he said, but I couldn't hear him over something else.
but then I'm Carmonolon again, and someone else has said something incredibly stupid, but I know him pretty well, so I can't just decimate him like that, y'know?
and then I decide to get up, cause it's like 12.

863938  Link to this entry 
Written about Sunday 2006-10-15
Written: (6616 days ago)

BACK.

http://asylum.scarredions.com/Asylummain.html

webcomic. read it and despair.

754053  Link to this entry 
Written about Saturday 2006-02-25
Written: (6849 days ago)

I have these two Star Wars characters, Salek Craye and Talis Thades. Talis is a Jedi Knight, and Salek is a Sith Lord. Er, Lady.

They were both trained under the same master and grew up together as children. They were both (consecutively) offered a choice, and Salek took it, rising through the Imperial Remnants through smiles and backstabbery. She is extraordinarily talented at manipulating the Force, and it is rumored that she has discovered the secret to immortality. (basically she can respawn. =D)
Talis went on to become a Jedi Knight and goes about the galaxy performing random acts of goodness.

There's another character I'm coming up with, and she's Talis's girlfriend. Right now she's just a plot character and temporarily named Jesse, so she's REALLY shallow at the moment--one of those characters who dissapear when they turn sideways.

That's not really all that important. What's fun is their conversations. They've been best friends since they were small and they were lovers for the longest time, up until the decision, so being on opposite sides is really awkward for them. I've done some dialogues between them, and they're a lot of fun. I'll post a few. =D

(dream sequence.)
Talis: Y'know, for a moment I almost forgot who you were. Who I am.
Salek: What stopped you?
Talis: It would be wrong.
Salek: Right and wrong is so relative. I've forgotten my mortality; surely something short a letter can be just as easily misplaced.

---

(Memory/Dream flashback.)
Salek: Well, you took your time.
Talis: Where are we?
Salek: Coruscant plaza. We're "keeping the peace." What a stupid term. (shouting at a passerby) Hey, you! Do you have any peace? Good. Keep it to yourself.
Talis: That's not what the term means.
Salek: Oh, Talis, you stiffshirt. I'm bored. Let's hit a cantina.
Talis: We're not on vacation, Salek. Master Katarn stationed us here to safeguard the welfare of society.
Salek: Well, I see a cantina not far from here who's welfare desperately needs safeguarding. Oh, come on!

---

(Dream sequence.)
Jesse: What does she want?
Talis: I'm not sure.
Jesse: Does she want to turn you to the Dark Side?
Talis: Could be.
Jesse: ..She's going to kill you, isn't she?
Talis: It's possible. I don't know, Jesse.
Jesse: Well, what do you know?
Talis: She wants me on Tatooine.
Jesse: You don't have to go, you know. You can't live at her beck and call all of your life. It's wrong.
Talis: I have to if I want to be free.
Jesse: You do want to be free...don't you?
Talis: ...I don't know.
(everything flickers like on a bad TV and flicks to an overexposed image of a lush green feild. Salek turns in a gorgeous summer outfit.)
Salek: Don't know what?
Talis: I don't know what to think.
Salek: (laughs.) Oh, Talis, you always overthink things. Trying to solve something logically doesn't always work. Remember your training? Master Katarn was constantly riding your back about doubting your feelings.
Talis: (grins.) I couldn't forget that even if I wanted to.
Salek: Although you're very good at ignoring it.

753447  Link to this entry 
Written about Friday 2006-02-24
Written: (6850 days ago)

I swear I'm developing a phobia for fish hooks. they're meathooks on thread!

I had a very frightening nightmare where I was a guy and I went to this amusement park thingy for a band that was like Linkin Park or Insane Clown Posse or Korn, it was definitely angsty. So I'm with a bunch of girls, high school age, blonde haired, others brunettes, just girls, y'know? So we get in and look around for the rides, and there aren't any.

what there is is these torture devices, a mix between an iron maiden and a cat-o-nine tails. a blonde girl gets caught first, this jagged rope lashing out around her waist and pulling her back against the back of the torture device, tying her there, and these hooks on these threads dig into her skin--her eyes, her cheeks, her throat, her arms, her breasts, anything it can catch on to. Then the horrible thing lifts up into the air and turns her downwards so that she's suspended on the fish hooks.

By the time the fish hooks finish attaching themselves the rest of the girls have gotten caught, and I run like bloody hell, but they catch me too and they dig into my skin and they hang me and embed themselves into my flesh and it's only a matter of time before it rips through my arms and legs and belly and brings muscle and intestines with it--

--and I wake up.

It's safe to assume that these aren't wire fishing hooks. these are like the hook that you slide down when you attach a trailer or something only sharpened to a point.

Meat hooks on thread, I swear.

726734  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2006-01-04
Written: (6900 days ago)
Next in thread: 726747, 727129, 727435, 863060

my favorite part of the female body is the back. Specifically shoulderblades.

There's this girl who has dance when I have PE and she's utterly gorgeous. She has like minimal body fat so the bones in her back are vaguely defined--you can see some of her ribs and her spine is definitely there. and her shoulderblades are so utterly delicate.

it's just like, wow.


It's a delicate beauty. Like a fragile flower dancing in the wind. Just too damn graceful for its own good.

I REEEALLY want to draw her but I'm scared that she'll freak over it and say no.

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