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Okay. I might as well update. [24 Mar 2003|03:52am]
[ mood | sleepy ]
[ music | Peter Gabriel ]

Yay for updates.

Needless to say, I'm not in the mood. I've been on Fanfiction.net all night adding a story to my account (For those of you that are interested: my user name on there is Aronoded. All I have on there right now is slash. That will change soon though. ^^)

Let's see. Anything new? Not really. Oh! I made a spiffy new friend. He's the uber coolest.

What else. Oh! Gollum won LotR TTT an Oscar! That's always fun. Yay Gollum!

Gollum: ::takes a bow::

Oh, here we go. I've officially ruined my second keyboard. Only this one I technically wore out the space bar. What a pain in the a-double-s. Especially since I've been writing so much lately.

JAY BIRD IS THE COOLEST

Just had to throw that in there.

Oh yeah, I made....or tried to make a spiffy new forum, but EZBoard is being a pain in the ass. For those of you that care, and are waiting for it, I apologize.

All for now. I'm tired. I'll do a better update later. x.x

z_z

-Stephan

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Insanity....utter insanity..>. [24 Mar 2003|03:39am]
[ mood | amused ]
[ music | Bei Mir Bist Du Schon - The Swing Kids Soundtrack ]

This is something I found that I'd written after our dear friend Andre stole the Horn of Gondor from my Boromir character... If you haven't seen the movies LotR, Harry Potter, Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, Star Wars, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, or Stargate...this might not make much sense.


::minding her own business when....::

Aragorn: Steph...Steph! ::rushes up, breathless:: He's gone mad...

::furrowed brow:: What? Who!?

Aragorn: Boromir...Listen! ::makes a motion with his hand to the air around them::

::Sure enough in the distance, the sounds of a bike chime was going off repeatedly...ching ching! ching ching!:: What on earth IS that!?

Aragorn: ::Taking her hand, he tried to pull her along in the rush:: Come quickly....You must hurry... He's scaring the little ones...

::Groan:: Oh noooo, but I'm not even dressed yet!...My robe! And....Hair...and...

Aragorn: Never mind that...you look fine... ::He pulls her along out the door and into the grassy plains they all usually meet in

Percy: ::Right outside the door, his prefect badge glowing brightly as he waved them past:: Come on, quickly now...

::Cut's Percy an odd look wondering where the hell he came from. She points:: Hey...what's he...Didn't you graduate!? ::He was now too far away to hear::

Aragorn: Just beyond the tree line...You will see.. ::As he pulls her around...her eyes were met with an awesome sight. In the Middle of the plain was the Stargate! And at the mighty key was Boromir. Aragorn points, wide eyed:: We do not know what it is...he says he is looking for Andre! He says he needs the Horn of Gondor... A young boy gave him a bike chime, and he rings it repeatedly, saying it does not work. People come out of the odd gate...All sorts of people!

::Sure enough, she could see the plains full of confused and recognizable people, and there in the middle of them was the crazed Boromir, holding up the bike chime and chinging it repeatedly, an obsessed look upon his face ...broad sword drawn. The plains were in shambles...the people all talking at once. All of the Rohirrum stood off to the left talking to one another about the strange happenings. The Riders of Gondor were to the right talking of how the gate was a gift...they could use it to defeat Sauron. The Elves were in the middle, talking about how it must be destroyed. Everyone...for the love of Pete...was talking at once..::

Boromir: I ching and they do not come...I ching louder and they DO NOT COME!!!!

Dudley: ::Clinging to his mothers leg:: Medieval man has gone mad hasn't he, mummy!?

Draco: That's your cousin Potter? ::Tough laugh:: He looks like a ball of dough...

Harry: For once, we agree about something...

Elrond: ::pointing at the Stargate:: The Ring must be destroyed!!

Faramir: But it is a gift!

Dumbledore: Lemon Drop?

Mr Pink: Where the fuck am I?

Mr White: Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I ? Where's the bank?

Luke: ::light saber drawn:: Where is the ship!? What is this place

Mr Olivandor: ::looking at light saber:: I must say...that is an impressive wand... who made it?

Gandalf: Take your lemon drops and shove them, for the love of Elentari....

Jules: You know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Middle Earth?

Vincent: Nope.

Jules: What? Bitch don't know shit...

Vincent: Then what is it, if you're so fuckin smart?

Jules: Er...

Vincent: Where's the brief case??

Jules: ::Groan::

Vincent: ::groan:: Not again

Merry: ::Behind a rock:: Look at what I found Pip! It's a mighty big pouch!

Pippin: ::Looks at the brief case excitedly:: Let's open it and see what is inside!

Frodo: ::Somewhere else, clinging to Sam:: What are they..!?

Sam: ::Clinging back:: I dunno Mr. Frodo! ::Looks to Treebeard for answers::

Treebeard: The Ent's and I have decided.....

Frodo: o.o

Sam: o.o

Treebeard: ....................

Frodo: o.o

Sam: o.o

Treebeard: ...that they are definately.....little Orcs.

Oompa loompas: ::Dancing around to the horror of pretty much any who see them:: Oompa, loompa, doopity doo...

Ron: 'Mione! They're not house elves! That...whomping Willow thing said they were orcs..

Mione: Oooorcs? What on earth is an Orc...oh honestly Ron... ::eyeroll::

Aragorn: Do you see the madness!? Theoden King is in an uproar that this is happening on the Plains of Rohan!

So thats where we are...I've never been clear about that...But I think I know what is happening...This is the Movie dimension Stargate...Boromir is just hitting buttons...he doesn't know what it is...

Aragorn: They must be sent back!

I know, this Aragorn. Where is Haldir?

Aragorn: He and Legolas are with the Elves council...in the middle there...They want to destroy the ring!

They can't do that yet...we have to get these people back...Come on...Let's get to the Key before Boromir lets anyone else in. You go ahead...I have to see what movies were dealing with here.. I'll be there in a minute...

Aragorn: Good luck! I will see you there...and I will restrain him as long as I can..

Thank you! FOURTH EORLINGAS!! ::watches as Aragorn rushes off, and shakes her head. Damn that Andre for hiding the Horn of Gondor...Who would have known it would cause trouble like this. She puts her hands on her hips, shaking her head as she observes the chaos among them:: Damnit Andre...Where are you!?

-To Be Continued -



Yes...that's the sad thing...the fact that it's to be continued...>.

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Randomness [17 Mar 2003|04:10am]
[ music | Celebrity Skin - Hole ]

Oh, look at my face.
My name is might have been.
My name is never was.
My name's forgotten.

-Hole

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[17 Mar 2003|03:51am]
[ mood | cheerful ]
[ music | Hymn of the Cherubim by Alexander Archangel'sky ]

W00t! I played with the random slash pairing generator on libraryofmoria.com, and was hell bent on writing about it, and I got Elladan and Elrond. So I wrote it, and posted it on the web site.

I'm almost disappointed that I didn't get hate mail for it. I thought I would, but everythings been really positive so far.

Life has been good. I'm happy as a high surfer in a big wave. I have swell friends, even sweller online friends, and I love them all. Old and new, though I don't talk to the old ones as much as I like. That or we simply have nothing to talk about.

LMAO The other night Em and I had fun with a Ghetto God moment. Ghetto god has some serious glocks. I pity the foo that threatens Haldir in her presence. But even as I pity them, I love to witness it. Em's the best, and I miss her oodles. I doubt she'd believe it though.

Andre's away messages make me laugh.

That was random.

Jay Bird is asleep and I was randomly talking to his Away message. I hope he wakes soon. I'm terribly bored. ;_;

By the way, I need to write Aidan back on our Email RP. Drunk ass Glorfindel brings me much amusement. I can't wait to see what he does next.

I should get my Haldir toy soon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

This is called an update. Boring huh? Sorry you had to sit through it. And so is Haldir. Wait...never mind. He's not sorry you sat through it. He's sorry he sat through it. Ass hole. But that's why we love him, isn't it? ^^

Okay kids. I have a fan fic to write. Later!

-Steph

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Random postie [06 Mar 2003|12:32am]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | Northern Lights - Hole ]

Laiqualasse gave me the balls to post as a Vala in a chat room. Here's the post. I thought it turned out fairly well! ^^ Thanks Laiqua! You're the best!


He was there, though none could see. He was there, though none could sense him. Lingering over the flowers and the trees, admiring the reds and the golds of Imladris' eternal autumn. Thoughts flowed through him, dreams swirled about him, slipping through fingers he wasn't owning to just yet. He could feel them, taste them, could see them as if they were his own. And weren't they? Not made by him. No. Not like that. But they were there, because he was there. And that's how it had always been, and it would forever be so until the end of all.

He was Irmo, known as Lórien, who lingered in Valinor by the lake Lórellin. He was of the Valar and went not beyond his realm...at least not often. At least, not until now.

These gardens were nothing like his gardens, yet beautiful still in their quiet tranquility. Even with the fire of Anor fading beyond the snow capped mountains, they seemed to glow in his sight. Every flower seemed to stand out in rich hues for inspection -- as though he were Vana, come to bless them with new openings as she passed their budded burrows. But he did not inspire such purity in birth, and could only caress them with the breath of the wind as he passed them, never to look back. One glance had put them into memory, as vivid as though they lingered still before him; their petals gilded in the silver light of Isil as she rose to the heavens above.

All was calm here, and the tranquil atmosphere reminded him of his home. And so with a kiss of the breeze to every head he passed, Irmo drifted away and over the sea, to Lórien once more -- never to leave again.

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Daaaang [19 Feb 2003|03:19pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]
[ music | Wasting the Dawn - The 69 Eyes ]

Sorry. Joe Dirt moment, there in the topic. It's all good. This, my friends, is my lame ass attempt at updating my journal. So anyway. Here's some thoughts...

I came to the conclusion earlier today that I'm a huge and unforgivable pervert. Some of you that read this journal, have witnessed it first hand. Others of you have not, thank the Valar for that.

I got a spiffy letter from England the other day. Just a confirmation that I pre-ordered something from this over sea's store (Helm's Deep set), and that I'll be getting it when it comes out, and that they won't charge my credit card until they ship it. Joyous occasion! Finally, my Legolas will have a Haldir to hang out with. He gets bored with the Elrond Figure. He's makeing a God awful face, and wearing battle armor. Not that Haldir's not, but well...It's Haldir. He can get away with it. Can't you?

Haldir: Yes. Yes I can, because I look damn good in this armor.

^_^

Elrond: >.> Keep telling yourself that.

Haldir: Shut up, geezer.

Elrond: Fat ass.

Haldir: ::sneer:: Half blood.

Elrond: Bottle blonde!

Haldir: ::gasp:: O.O!!! Hair Club for Elves spokesman!

Elrond: O.O!!!! At Least I live in the movie!

Okay, okay boys, thats enough! Hay-soos crimeny! You're behaving like children. Help the Valar when you all cross the sea.

Mandos: I hope to Illuvatar that they don't die any time soon. I don't want either of them in my halls!

Amen to that Mandos...but hey, while I have you here...Can you kick Fingolfin back into the living world??? He's hot, and we want him for our Elves group.

Mandos: Hmm... ::He pulls out his clip board, and flips through the pages, arching a brow:: Well...he's not scheduled to make an appearance for another two ages...

Oh! Come on! Please!

Mandos: ::sighs:: Very well. I'll send him back.

YAY! Mandos, you rock!!!

Mandos: Yes..yes...::waves, and disappears::

Sweet. Anyway. My new character's rock. Jack, from Will and Grace. And Dinendal of Lothlorien. Say hi guys.

Jack: OooOoo!! Guys! Where!?

Dinendal: Er...::Looks at Jack curiously:: Hi...

Jack: Helloooo there. ::traces his forefinger over Dinendal's arm::

Dinendal: ::backs away uneasily::

::Tackles Jack, calling for help as he struggles relentlessly:: Quick! Haldir! Get the hose! He's gotten a whiff of man!

Haldir: O.O!! ::runs off coming back with a firehose.::

Jack: O.O No! My hair! My DKNY Shirt! My Versace shoes! I'll go! Gah. ::wriggles free, and prances off quickly, biting viciously at Dinendal as he goes.::

Dinendal: o.o

Don't worry...as long as we keep the hose out...he'll stay away....

Dinendal: ::nod::

Geez. Well, I'd better go. I'm having a character crisis. I did my purpose. I updated. WEE! Later

-S

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Will you still love me tomorrow? [15 Feb 2003|10:55pm]
[ mood | scared ]
[ music | Somebody-Depeche Mode ]

They say almost 88% of slash fiction writers are girls. Ain't that some shit? One has to wonder why.

Do they like the fantasy of two beautiful men together? They want to be male? They feel like a male inside? Is it Penis envy? Is it because it's taboo? Romantic? Forbidden? I understand it, but can't explain it.

Does that make sense? Do you know what I mean? Read between the lines.

Read between the lines.

You know her. You just don't know her by her name.
Do you hate her now?

She's tired of hiding.


-Stephan.

Thank you, Andre. You know what for.

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Web Page [14 Feb 2003|06:08pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | TV ]

Yup. I started it. Those who want the link it's: www.freewebs.com/the_marchwarden

Happy Valentine's Day

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Haldir Action News at Nine #2 [13 Feb 2003|01:38pm]
[ mood | happy ]
[ music | Sound of the TV ]

Hello, I am Gandalf Grayhame, and this is Haldir Action News at 9. Top story tonight is Haldir's long talked about attempt at making a web site. Here with more on the story is Technology Reporter Glorfindel of Imladris. Hello Glorfindel! Tell us what's going on with this. Is Haldir seriously going to try his hand at making a page?

"It looks like the tide is turning that way, Mithrandir, though I shudder to see what happens with it. If you remember in my last report, Haldir couldn't even get the codes right for those Internet dolls he adopted. Not only that, he hasn't tried to fix them either. Anyway, my sources reveal that he hasn't yet settled on a place to host his page, but I am willing to bet he takes the lazy route, and uses that Easy Designer hooey. Sources also say he has the cover picture...Oops! My lembas dough and goat cheese pizza's here. Gotta go, Mithrandir. Namaarie."

Ha ha ha, alright Glorfindel, thank you. Speaking of food, here's Peregrin Took from the Shire with food news.

"Thank ye, Gandalf. T'day we 'ave a breakin' story, just out of Lilliputian's journal comments. Chalk it up to bein' in th' righ' place at th' righ' time! I over heard that 'Aldir's been goin to the Caras Galadhon Weight Watchers meetings, and he's been spotted by his very own Mun working ou' to those Sweatin' t' the Oldies with Richard Simmons VHS tapes! Well, I can betcha that if he's been doin' all tha', he's been cheatin on his diet, because sources tell me he was spotted at Witch King orderin' a One Ring Whopper value meal, double king sized! Ah! With cheese!"

What!? Witch King!? My competition!? That cheating, scamming, suspicious, no good, unnappriciative employee of a fat elf!

"Gandalf!"

Don't Gandalf me, you fool of a Took! I work hard on McGandalf's, and my very own cashier goes against my hand book and orders at the Witch King! That's it! He's fired! Fired as fired can be! And you're fired too! Here's Galadriel with Gossip news! What say you Galadriel!? Anything?

"Oh yes! Finally! I have some gossip! Sources say that Haldir has been fired from his job for eating at the competition! Witch King was established after McGandalf's--"

BAH! More free advertising for the Witch King! I will be damned to an eternity of--

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

This Program is expiriencing Technical Difficulties. Please stay tuned for a special encore replay of Hex in the City. The lives of the four witches will never be the same when they visit Barad-Dur, and fall for the same Nazgul! Will Carriewyn come out on top?

Hex in the City brought to you by Witch King. If you like your burgers burnt, or bloody, come to Witch King! Flame Broiled in the fires of Mt Doom, and served on a sesame seed bun...Lightly toasted of course.

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Stupidly Cute Poem [13 Feb 2003|01:32pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | Monument - The Cruxshadows ]

The Last Leaf of Lothlorien

Golden leaves were sung of
and golden leaves, they came
A golden tree they grew from
None out of Lorien looked the same

Soft whispers through the branches
they passed between them, songs
The Elves sang to them often
of life, and land done wrong

For long, Anor blazed above them
and Isil soothed the heated breeze
A cycle oft' repeated
'til news of leaving touched the trees

In the wind they shivered
when the age of Elves was done
Left alone, they fell from branches
and with the water, became one

Some gathered up in groups
to be lost along the shore
Some sank beneath the surface
to be seen, nevermore

Yet one traveled down the Anduin
The River took it out to sea
and there it followed Gray Ships
Oh, where could the Elves be?

On Valinor's shore they found it
When it's hope had been wore thin
The leaf was with it's people
Back with the Galadhrim.

-By Me

(Yeah, it's nerdy but Elrohir thought it was cute so I stuck it on here.)

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Haldir Action News [06 Feb 2003|12:28pm]
[ mood | amused ]
[ music | If You Leave- OMD ]

Hi, I'm Gandalf. Thank you for tuning in to Haldir Action News at 9. Top story tonight is Haldir pre-ordering the Hero's of Helms Deep 5 pack figurine set from some UK Web Shop. Here's Arwen with more on the story.

"Thank you Gandalf. I have been following this story for several weeks now...and what I've been wondering is: What's taken him so long to do it? I went to Hadir's brother Orophin, for answers. 'Haldir waited for three weeks to get his check cashed. Don't let his stern skin fool you. He's lazy as a big hog laying in the mud in the hot sun.' There you have it. Haldir's Lazy. Just as I suspected."

Ha ha. Right you are, Arwen. Right you are. One has to wonder about that Orophin though...he sure is an ugly elf..Any how! Here's Glorfindel, quickly, on Technology news.

"I'll tell you, Gandalf, Haldir must have royally screwed the codes somewhere for those little dolls. And they're so damned cute. skgfhgahfajgfdajlhgjl. Ah well. And so goes his technological life. Further down the drain. Just like the Nasdac."

Thank you, Glorfindel. Speaking of the Nasdac, here's Elrond with Haldir's stock news.

"Gandalf, as you know, Haldir has been investing alot in Kazaa. Insiders report that he's been trying to DL the song Annie by Wolfsheim for three days now, and the stock is just not rising to the occason. Haldir's Broker, my son Elrohir, had some comments: 'I told Haldir to just keep trying, and not to sell til he had what he wanted!' Being that I am a meddlesome father, I would go over my son to urge Haldir to get rid of that stock. It's obveously useless. Back to you, Gandalf."

Thank's Elrond. And now, here's the all knowing Galadriel with Local Gossip. What's juicy this week Galady!

"Don't call me, Galady. But to answer your question, Mithrandir, I will use the same answer I did last week when I say 'nothing'. Celeborn and I have come to the conclusion that Haldir is the most boring individual in the whole of Middle-earth. We thought we would have something when he undid his pants...but that just turned into him readjusting their fastenings. ::Sigh:: I guess he ate too much Lembas."

Sorry to her that Galadriel. Speaking of Lembas, here's our Correspondant from the Shire, Peregrin Took, with food news.

"Than-kya, Gandalf! As ye knoo, 'Aldir isn't one t' hold back at the dinner table. Fer breakfast t'dae he had a Caras Galadhon TV dinner, that consisted of tarkey, dressin', carn, an' mashed taters. No' ta mention tha he's eaten a whole half a bag o' tater chaps, since!"

Holy Heartattack, Took. I guess we better thank the Valar that he's immortal. Well, that's all for this edition. Thank you for tuning into Haldir Action News at Nine!


By Stephan. (Yeah. I'm mental...thats okay)

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Wow. [06 Feb 2003|12:11pm]
[ mood | awake ]
[ music | Galadriels Song of Eldamar: Tolkien Ensemble ]

Yeah. I haven't updated in an age of the earth. Figure it's about time to do that. And guess what...there's nothing to update! Wee! Well, except that my cat was mauled by three big dogs, but I'm the first person that doesn't want to think about that right now.

Let's see...what else. Oh! I've been on a increasingly odd sleeping schedule. I get up at 4am, and am in bed by 8 or 8:30. Holy--! Does this mean old age is catching up with me already!? It can't! I'm not old yet.

Though. Sometimes I feel old.

Eh, who doesn't though, right? Don't answer that.

I took two of those "What LotR character are you?" tests, and was Haldir on both of them. Always a plus... though, I'm not sure what that means. Am I really that snooty? I am? Yes!

Oh! And I adopted Haldir and Legolas. If the code works right, you should be able to see them under this.



Awww.

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Zyl SL Entry [17 Jan 2003|05:11pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]
[ music | My own sour mumbling ]

The girl is dear to me, though I do not know how that came to be.

I think she believes she is nothing special. She is no great female warrior. She is not a tall, and graceful Elven woman. Nor a human princess, nor a powerful witch. When faced with danger, the woman runs. She is stubborn, can be ill mannered, haughty, and smart mouthed.

But she is brave, innocently clueless, proud, hopeful, and she has the sweetest face I have ever seen. She will smite you before she decides to like you. She will lay her smart remarks on your ears, even after asking for help. She will insult you to your face without batting an eyelash. She is a tiny wonder. She tries to play tougher than she is, really.

She tries to pretend that she doesn't care, but deep down, she does. She showed this to me in the glade, her vulnerability to putting on a dress. Her want to look pretty in it. Her want for me to think she looked pretty in it. And she did. She was a lovely breath of early fall. Auburn, and gold, and blue, and I will never forget the look in her eyes, when I let my pride get the best of me, and told her simply that she looked "different". How foolish that had been. But I fixed the situation. I told her, and our reactions towards one another changed.

It pains me now that I have to kill her. And undoubtedly, I will miss the vision of her running through the trees with Galadriel's Ladys, all smiles, and curls, and flowing gowns. While I love her in dresses, they are not becoming on me, and when one comes from rest to find only dresses in his wardrobe....Well, you can imagine. It is this reason that I must end her life. Now, if you will excuse me... I have a score to settle.

-Haldir

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Blah to the world [12 Jan 2003|03:57am]
Was reading Tony's entry, and realized today that I never talk about my friends. Suppose I should. So here it goes. All dying or dead friends shall remain nameless out of respect. x.x

Found out today that one of my friends has AID's. I will leave him nameless. Not the best start to the new year. Last year was bad with two of my friends dying in a car accident. Sure I only knew them from school, but we got pretty close over our art courses, and talked to one online often. He even had a character named after me. Had a bet with him that I could read a book more times then him. He didn't win, I guess. I was one up on him when he died. Though, he had me beat with the Harry Potter series. I think he was more obsessed than me. Though I won with the LotR obsession, and he smoked me with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I could never get into the Buffy thing. I still don't really understand it, but then again, maybe if I watched it, I might. I saw it a few times and it was alright.

But from that friend I met another, only online, but that's okay. That would be the infamous Jamie that helped me fix my journal. He used to live here, but moved before I could ever meet him. Apparantly, he has family here, so if he ever comes for a visit, I may meet him then. He's into the Vampire thing. I used to RP that along time ago, before I knew him, which is too bad, because we could have RPed together. And he's not into the LotR RP thing, which is what I have been into the past year or so. Before that it was random mess. He introduced me to the world of Bob Saget clones, and the art of online arguing. He's a talented guild maker. I could never make an entire group, much less be in one. So Kudos to him. My long standing rule of NEVER JOIN A GUILD still stands. I've seen both he, and my other friend, go through hell because of them x.x

Another two friends I have are Jo, and Gayle. They are close ones that I know in real life, as in I can see them in person. Jo is the resident female sarcasm tha works at the comic book shop, and Gayle is the aspiring Pharmacist. We have done crazy things together. Too bad they don't RP. Madness would insue x.x We used to frequent the concert scene, and take mad road trips to south florida. We were even in a pretty rockin band together, before it broke up and what not. I was the first to go, for private reasons. They are moving soon to Kentucky and I think that sucks big time. I will miss them when they are gone, and now that I think about it, I should probably spend more time with them before the go.

Then there's Mikey. He's insane. Just the other day he staple gunned his nuts to the kitchen counter top, and got stuck there. He had to pry the staple out with a fork. What a retard. That's why we love him though. Other stunts he's pulled involve tazer guns, and pepper spray. He has sex with everyone and anyone, and will take any drug you put in his face. Not the healthiest life style, but whatever makes him happy I guess.

Then there's Dawn. Venya's best friend. She moved away to the great wide north, which is sad because she's probably my best friend, aside from Venya. We used to write endlessly in note books, back and fourth to each other, and most of our story's were kick ass. It was RP with out the computer. I still have all those stories, and when I read them, I think about her, and miss her. I doubt she realizes how much I really do miss her, and how I wish she were here somtimes so I could just look up and see her sitting across my room from me, writing furiously with her head phones on. She could read me better than anyone, and always knew I liked somone before I even knew it. e.e

Then there's Venya, who's real name is Kate. Venya is her elf name, and she's been going by that for years. She's my girlfriend, for those of you that don't know. I've known her forever but we didn't really become close til about 5 years ago. We've been together for almost 3. I love her more than I can really comprehend. So much sometimes the thought confuses me. She was here alot today, (Like she is everyday) watching me RP. She likes to watch, and she's very patient with me. She's pretty great. But she doesn't like me to talk about her so I'll shut up x.x; (She gets embarrassed xD)

Realized I don't want to talk about my friends either. Some I never see anymore, some have died, some moved away. It's hard talking about the past. Especially when it didn't go the way you hoped.

Holy cow, I'm tired. I want to finish this, but I can hardly hold my eyes open. That's what I get for staying up all night.

-Stephan
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Zyl SL Entry [11 Jan 2003|04:57pm]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | Sounds of Lorien ]

I have just been informed that the girl has called out for help. I have to admit, she held out longer than I thought she would. Of course, Mirothil was there to witness it, despite my firm warning to leave her be. Fortuneately, he didn't let her see him. I think she frightened him away by shaking her fist at the heavens.

He said she was challenging the stars. I told him that she was merely expressing her need...like a little general.

I have no doubt she will be glad to come into the city, fore that is where I am bringing her first. She is in no condition to make her trek to Rohan yet. In time, that will come. First, she needs rest, and nutrition. The Elves do not send their guests away in peril. Even if she is a haughty, ungreatful, human woman.

Now I take my leave. When next I write, the human will be here, and I am willing to bet she will be as smug as ever. It can only get more interestng as the days unfold.

-Haldir

be graced by my presence *

OOC Weird ass dream [11 Jan 2003|04:03pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]
[ music | Tom Petty - Don't Come Around Here No More ]

Okay. I had the weirdest dream x.x;

I was at my friend Dolly's house and we were going to stay at her grandmothers, so we went, and her grandmother was telling us good night. But instead of saying good night, she said "Fuzzy Puddles!" And I dunno. We seemed to get it. Then we were at the beach, and we were surfing waves onto the sand, and I washed up in front of Brad Pitt who was sitting there in a lawn chair, smoking weed. But then it was in front of my house. Well, the Cirque de Soliel was down the street, and I didn't want to go so Dolly and her friends went. So I sat there with boring ass Brad Pitt and watched him smoke weed. He said something about commenting in my journal. I was like "cool."

It was a weird dream. Why Brad Pitt?

-Stephan

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OOC [11 Jan 2003|05:50am]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | "Dying" by Hole ]

Just me stuff, nothing fun or great. I'm still up, even though I am tired. What kind of shit is that? I dunno. Seems like the thing to do. Nothing much happened today. Got into a spat with a friend, and made up. And so it goes, and always shall. ;D

But that's what keeps life interesting, isnt it? The curve balls thrown at you? The waves that come in closer and higher than you thought? You just have to ride them in, or be over taken. Not much of a choice in the matter. One or the other...can't ignore a huge wave you know...especially if it's whistling, and waving it's arms in your face, dressed like Phyllis Diller at one of Elrond's drag show's. x.x;

And let me just say, while I am makng no sense at this late hour, that I love sandwhiches and potato chips. Is that a crime? It's like...my favorite food. Nothing fancy...just sandwhiches and potato chips.

It's official, my cat is completely insane. That would be The Orange Demon. She has the uncanny ability to knock anything off the shelves without actually getting on them. That can mean; hours of amusement, or hours of cleaning.

Well. I'm Outtie.

-Stephan

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Helm's Deep RP [11 Jan 2003|05:38am]
[ mood | blank ]
[ music | Isengard Unleashed ]

In Death

I remember the sound of the wind in the trees
The seam of the sun as it graced cross your cheek
I remember the leaves as they fell at your feet
The hope in your eyes when others seemed bleak

I remember your lips as you whispered goodbye
The tone of your voice touched my ears like a sigh
I submerged myself with the look in your eyes
I'll admire you always, so wistful and wise

Under the cloak of the night I recall
The way you shined over them, brightest of all
And now as the dark of the end slowly falls
I feel you here with me as death gently calls

Lle naa vanima, A'maelamin.
Lle naa mela en' coiamin.

For Him.

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Random lyrics. [11 Jan 2003|04:46am]
[ mood | thoughtful ]
[ music | This song ]

Wanted to share one of my favorite songs with you all. If you don't know it, DL it. It's an amazing song. I think it speaks alot to friendship, and what it should be. At least, what I see it as. So, if you are my friend. I dedicate it to you. If your not, and your just some random reader, I hope you can recognise yourself with these lyrics.

I'll Fall With Your Knife
By Peter Murphy


"To the crowd
to the world
you were so dry
and with a token bird I made
sent it to fly
right to your side
with a broken wing you sail
oh like winter in july
a barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
to wash on you
it's here, I'll be with you

Well if the birds
can reach the sky
to this land
I'll be with you
till the sun bursts from your side
with my hands
I reach to you
when you think your chance is passing by
when you blow your moon away
I'll bleed like the reed
fall with your knife
it's here I'll be with you

to the crowd
to the world
you were so dry
and with a token bird I made
sent it to fly
right to your side
with a broken wing you sail
oh like winter in july
a barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
to wash on you
it's here, I'll stay with you
it's here, I'll be with you
I'll fall..."

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Zyl SL Entry [11 Jan 2003|04:07am]
[ mood | amused ]
[ music | Sounds of the night ]

The Stick.

Mirothil informed us all today that the woman offered him a big stick. He wasn't sure what he would have done with it, and, embarrassed to be offered anything by the wee human, he ran off like a thod. He seemed to think it was a pledge of endearment, and was haughty at being told that she was probably threatening him.

I, of course, have no doubt that had she been given the chance, she would have knocked his head from his very body.

On a lighter note. I went to look on the woman myself today, only to find her half dressed, trying to pry her dripping clothing from the mouth of a fickle beast. It was a most amusing thing to see, and I stood there for several minutes to see what the out come would be, before I went back to my company.

Of course, she prevailed. And of course, she had dinner again.

I wonder to myself when she will swallow her insufferable pride, and call out for our help. She obveously knows we are there...then again...maybe Mirothil is giving off stalker vibes...that could very well be the case. I'll have to insist he not go near her again.

-Haldir

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