monsieur_djinn: (Huzzah)
( May. 10th, 2009 12:36 am)

So the whole
"Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Enter Click" thing in facebook - while initially fun, loses its appeal quicksmart.
So yes, got rid of that.

In other news the Aussies are taking over in chat!
[profile] black_trillium got married to [ profile] aussiegirl578  earlier today, it was a touching ceremony. I cried like a baby, a hungry, angry baby.
I am still of course blissfully married to [ profile] julius12 , but that is of no suprise, Leerie is MADE OF AWESOME! 
Haha but in all seriousness now towards our endevours, SBPC has ressurected SBP aloud, and anyone interested can find information here! XD

What else? What else?
Oh well I worked today, nice long shift, lots of delicious moneys.

But now my children, I think I shall go to sleep, because snuggle time is upon me XD

Today has been a nonstop littany of *FUCK OFF YOU I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE!!!!*

We have had an early (way earlier than should be legal) wake up because SOMEBODY wanted to call me because he was bored!!!

Then there was work, which, while mindless, actually, not so bad.


P.S. Also, I must get my part of 23 to [ profile] musicianatheart  or else I WILL FEEL BAD AND MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE

Love you all


I would have you know, that I am not one to play at Lilith and the Apple, but here I stand my dear Wagner, and I cannot deny the glimmer of starlight on those distant, heady shores.

To do or not to do, this is the question on my lips as we speak. The course is unclear and the alternatives both, are jaded in their uncanny resemblance of implicit danger.

The question stands thus: Should I  spend my stimulus money: a) on a nice new pair of glasses or b) on paying mum and dad back some more moneys?

I am torn to be sure.

That is all.


Okay, so number one: Merlin = Fucking Brilliant! It had Eve Myles in it - the crossover, OH THE CROSSOVER - and in general it was just fucking, fecking fantastic.

Number two: Niamh just got given parental talk on 'urges' #ultimate embaressing. She is hyperventilating as we speak.
Brought to mind this:

For a few moments he just sits on the toilet, trying not to weep like a child.
Then, from behind the shower curtain, someone whispers, "Prongs?"
"Is your dad out there?"
"I'm never going to have sex," James says. "Life no longer has any meaning. Neither do breasts. I'm becoming a
nun. Do you want to help me research nunneries?"
"I am going to become a castrato," Sirius replies in a dead voice, "and sing at the opera. Why, Prongs? Why, why,
"It's your fault," James hisses, "you and your French poodle."
"I am full of misery," Sirius says. "The end is nigh."
"I blame you," James insists, without any vigor to the accusation. "You and your uncontrolled urges."
Sirius' head thunks as it hits the tiled wall. "My pamphlets are illustrated."
"My mum is a madwoman."
"Your dad tried to tell me about the facts of life."
"My mum used the phrase sexual intercourse."
"He said the word certainly at least ten times in one sentence."
"She spoke about her and my dad and -- you know."
"Oh God." Sirius peeks out from behind the curtain. "You win."

I told her that the situation reminded me of this, for some reason she was not at all amused.

Number three: I have finished all but two of my assignments for the rest of the semester. I am very proud of myself, and as such may even hold a small festival honouring myself because I am such a berk.

You are all of course welcome to attend.

I just read this:

"Haha this iz how old i am.... censored i started @ the woolies censored, waz the only1 bak then. i waz doin ye3ar 11 & the extra $ waz grae3t, also meetin chix waz graet. i got into a fite with a managers son (over a girl) out front of hiz house one fridi nite, that waznt so great"

After I had finished, I think a part of my soul had died. You know, that part that likes grammar, and correct spelling, and wants to have a litter of puppies with sirius, and believes in commas.

That part of me shall never be able to talk to the person that wrote this again.

Oh the troubles that bad grammar and spelling bring!

Thats okay, at least I dont have the SARS/PIG FLU/BIRD FLU/MOOSE FLU/HORSE FLU + CUCUMBER AND A DIRTY MARTINI, but then I'm not really into having the Must Have Diseas of 2009 now am I sweeties? No, not at all.
monsieur_djinn: (Default)
( May. 3rd, 2009 12:55 pm)
Yay! SBPC is for the win in many a different way.

[personal profile] monsieur_djinn: do you want ones that wont leave the person shocked for a second, then cause them to become enraged and chase you down a street with an umbrella?
[personal profile] khloidanikos: lmao I am unlikely to talk to someone who understands them
[personal profile] leerie: yeah me too
[personal profile] monsieur_djinn: *breaks into an evil grin*
[personal profile] khloidanikos: though that is kind of beautiful imagery
[personal profile] khloidanikos: umbrella chasing
[personal profile] leerie: unlike the spanish curses I know, where half the time I'm liable to be in a room with someone who understands it
[personal profile] monsieur_djinn: there is nothing like being chased by an 80 year old woman with an umbrella
[personal profile] leerie: hahaha
[personal profile] leerie: I'm picturing that now
[personal profile] khloidanikos: me too!
[personal profile] leerie: it's like that weird joke I used to have with my friend Cedric
[personal profile] khloidanikos: hmm?
[personal profile] monsieur_djinn: ?
[personal profile] leerie: this one day we just...I don't even know, but somehow in our conversation we ended up both having the mental image of an old lady on her porch taking off her pink fluffy slipper to throw at a kid on her lawn
[personal profile] leerie: and she's saying, "BITCH!" in this hilarious voice
[personal profile] khloidanikos: XD
[personal profile] leerie: and so practically every time I see him now, which is like once or twice a year, at some point one of us will go, "BITCH!" in that voice, and we'll both crack up royally

I find this to be an excellent thing.

I have finished my essay

I am Fnrfhgh.

Stupid frozen tundra house. Here's the question for today kids; 'what the hell are the eskimoes thinking?' I mean yes, the hoods are cute -- but its always cold, ALWAYS! And you have to eat whale for breakfast, and you have to eat polar bear, and santa clause and... ice. There is always ice. Even though I am nobodies cabbage before ten in the morning.


I would like to thank

[profile] 8cake

for bringing the shoebox project to my attention. I am now an addict. I went to the rehab centre this morning, but they told me that they couldn’t help me. Look at me, I’ve got the shakes *grins*


Heres the bit that was stuck in my head all morning:

"Moony," Sirius says finally, "we were there. Together. The whole day. I spilled ink on your trousers before class. Then you went and cleaned it up and I came with you. Then, you know, bathroom, very nice. And after that we had Potions and something exploded in your cauldron and you went and cleaned it up and I came with you again. Different bathroom, still very nice. And then after that there was lunch when I ate part of your chicken and you said 'Sirius, I have a cold, that's disgusting,' and I said 'I think I'll get it anyway, har har,' and Pete said 'What, why?' and I said 'What with all the time we spend together, germs, germs, can't be helped really, Remus has such a large nose to breathe them out of,' and you choked on your water and went to clean that up and I went with you again. Third bathroom, same story, you're insatiable."


"And yet," Remus says, "you cannot remember the apparent motion of the stars. Did you call me 'cupcake'



"I was trying it out," Sirius explains. "Just, you know. There should be nicknames."


"'Remus' is fine," Remus suggests.


"Remus isn't very three bathrooms in one day." Sirius grins fondly.


"Apparently he is now," says Remus, a little ruefully.


"So much for your vaunted Prefectly virtue," says Sirius, palming his jaw. "You weren't really using it for anything, were you?"

I am sitting here with my best friend in the world no, the solar system no, THE ENTIRETY OF TIME, SPACE AND THE UNIVERSE. And we are watching Gossip Girl and having fun.

Pretty sure that apart from the extreme ouchieness of various limbs, my life is way better than yours at the moment. Hehehe ;-) Just kidding. Maybe. Or am I? I guess you'll never know until you read my memoirs.

Anyway, I hope everyone has an awesome rest of the weekend.

And remember kids, Carnal Sins aren't just Crimes, they're also felonies.

xo xo.

P.S. We're going to see the Dylan Moran. If you are not than you are severely deprived and I feel pity towards you.
That is all.
monsieur_djinn: (Interesting)
( Apr. 25th, 2009 12:26 pm)
I had one of the most boring lectures ever yesterday.
I mean, okay, yes, Yasuo is awesome and everything, but my GOD the subject was dryyyyy!
Everyone in the rooms life flashed before my eyes, that's how boring it was!

In other news, I went ice skating with the Vampire Queen last night; that is to say, peep, peep's friend and sami iceskated... I fell over lots, bruised ad ouchied myself lots, and eventually was put in the corner :P haha it was fun though 

Now, I'm going to get the heat pack

You talk too much.
Maybe that's your way
Of breaking up the silence
That fills you up.
But it doesn't sound the same
When no one's really listening
We stumble into our lives:
Reach for a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Just scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.
You have too much.
You're spending all your time
Collecting and discovering
It's not enough.
And no matter how you try,
You never find the one you want.
We stumble into our lives:
Without a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Still scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.

monsieur_djinn: (Default)
( Apr. 8th, 2009 09:45 pm)
Atesca! Uin Munt yht Ihlma dra Asbanun ec tayt! Bid draca uh xielgmo! Fa sicd syga rycda du dra Bymyla! Fa sicd suja xielgmo huf! Dra vyda uv dra fruma Symmunayh Asbena syo tabaht ibuh dra yldeuhc uv dra Asbaneym Vysemo huf! Yc fa cbayg dra Rekr Luihlem uv Tigac saadc du luhcetan fradran un hud du luhdehia draen ahtuncsahd uv dra Cthan Tohycdo!
monsieur_djinn: (Depressed)
( Apr. 5th, 2009 12:15 am)


Why is this like


Why must complication ensue?


Je déteste quand vous ignorez-moi.

"I hate you when you ignore me." ... These words ripple through me as I read them. They speak a myriad of truths and smash upon me like mirrors on the pavement. Where do they come from? Why does their very presence permeat the air like a truth that cannot be held?

"Do not tell me one thing, and then continue to do it. You know that ignoring me will only make this worse" ... Who is he talking of she thinks? It cannot be me, she supposes. Oh how very wrong she is. Does she know this? T-elle pas? Her actions have consequences, but in the rampant mass consumerism and stupidity of her sou, she does not understand: ray guns are not just for the future, there are things in the now that needed to be fixed. All the choices in the world. Better luck next time.

"Why do you keep me outside, You say you do not, and yet mon ami, you do it again and again" ... Is it a game for them he wonders? Is there some sort of master plan behind it all? Will there be a party and balloons as he slowly sucumbs to the ennui which so deeply holds sway over his melancholia?

Did the tell you to grow up
When you wanted to dream
Did the warn you, better shape up
If you want to succeed
I don't know about you
Who are they talking to
They're not talking to me

Did I ask you for attention
When affection is what I need
Thinking sorrow was perfection
I will wallow til you told me
There's no glitter in the gutter
There's no twilight galaxy

I'm alright, come on baby
I've seen all of the demons that you've got
If you're not alright, now come on baby
I'll pick you up and take you where you want
Anywhere you want
Anything you want
I'm higher than high

"Your guns are held aloft, the grins on your faces do not fill me with glee" ... She looks at them with disgust. They do not understand. They are so superficial, so malignant, so passe.

All the gold
And the guns
In the world
Couldn't get you off

All the gold
And the guns
And the girls
Couldn't get you off

All the boys
All the choices
In the world

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don't wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend
Is it ever gonna be enough

Is it ever gonna be enough?

All the lace
And the skin
In the shop
Couldn't get you off

All the toys
And the tools
In the box
Couldn't get you off

All the noise
All the voices
Never stop

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don't wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend
While you're giving me a hard time
I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Is it ever gonna be enough?

More and more, more and more...
Is it ever gonna be enough?

"Maybe its time for me to come out into the open. Maybe you should see me as I am. Not as you want. For the first time, For the last time, I will make you open your eyes and see me as I am."

Okay, So, Guess what Guys?

Dijdymsz is feeling like 122.37% better than he has in like... 2 months!

The Reason?
Read more... )

But enough about Yesterday! ^__^

I cleaned and rearranged my room on Monday, and have actually been keeping it clean - spending the extra couple of minutes (if that) to make my bed and put things away - and I feel so much better for it! A clean mind and a clean, organised room ^_^ *beatific smile*

And Todaaaay, well its only 10:10 in the AM and I'm sitting in the Queer Room =)
My playlist for the train was the entire Ladyhawke album XD

Thats all for now folks

monsieur_djinn: (Nutshell)
( Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:31 am)
Do you know what I hate? Apart from Salmon I mean?

I HATE it when people ignore when I'm trying to talk to them. Like seriously if you don't want to talk, just say so... don't just sit there online ignoring me yes?

Its a fucking rude thing to do and I dont like it.
I find these lyrics to be quite meaningful
Perhaps because of recent events... not exactly the same, but similar enough to be getting on with yes?

I've been so evil with my constant invasions
But you made it so easy for me
You always rise to the occasion
I'd always pull you up on every stupid thing that you said
But I found it so entertaining
Messing around with your head

I don't know why I felt the need to keep it up for oh so long
It's all my fault I'm sorry you did absolutely nothing wrong
I don't know why I felt the need to drag it out for all these years
All the pain I've caused you
The constant flow of all the tears
Believe me when I say that I cannot apologise enough
When all you ever wanted from me was a token of my love
And if it's not too late
Could you please find it deep within your heart
To try and go back go back to the start
Go back to the start

[Error: unknown template qotd]Pretty sure I'm happy with Autumn, I wouldnt say no to winter though
monsieur_djinn: (Connies)
( Mar. 20th, 2009 06:39 pm)
"Your smug self-righteousness blinds you to your many flaws.
You are not infallable.
You are not above reproach."

Interesting sentiment no?

I have a certain amount of pain in my left upper leg, and no one to blame it on but myself.

Ik geef het terug wanneer u aanvang met het zien van door mij - Ik ben niet onzichtbaar.


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