Right. My mothers' cat hates me. I'm going back to school on the 25th, and he's peed in one of my cardboard boxes. I can't figure out why it's always MY stuff he feels the urge to piss on, but I'll do my level best to move into some other place next summer..

Anyway, one of the losses was an old blank diary I apparently started to write some pseudo- Lovecraftian/alice/Thing in. I'm just going to copy it in as is and pitch the original. Green ink. Apparently 2002..

Continuity errors abound!! A no-prize for spotting them all!! Plus there's no ending. By which I mean that it just kind of stops.

And a bonus poem

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August 28, 2000

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Alone of all her race

banished from her home

She cannot seem to find her place

Or find a second home

Long ago she asked for help

It was denied, it seems

It time perhaps she'll find the wealth

To finish out her dreams

Current Mood: tired

Vai & Co., Pt. 2

The end bit stinks!
Yay!

BTW, if you want to play with this bit of weirdness, contact me. (I think the E-mail is working right.)

This is the same as the posting on my LiveJournal, but I plan to delete this storyverse over there, as that journal has gone to calligraphy.
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“What do we do? We should have stopped her.”

“With that Grook? It would have torn us to shreds. You remember what her last one did to Lord Falstrif.”
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Current Mood: amused

This is not the assignment I was supposed to be working on. I sort of lucked out, I guess, because I was doing this on the laptop, which is a win98 machine, and I now have a blue screen of DEATH.

I may write more about Vai and co. They seem quite insistent. And I like the feathered lizard, which I don't think I described properly. And I don't like the name for Marla, so don't get attached to it. Eh, it dumped my italics, too.. I'll fix it later.

BTW, if you want to play with this bit of weirdness, contact me. (I think the E-mail is working right.)

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"How the Hel should I know where she keeps them?" Thomas was furious. Vai was the sort to just hand her notes over to anyone who was interested, and explain anything they had questions on. But of course, that wasn't as much fun. He was so angry that he had a brief stab of regret that he couldn't just give this woman up and find one who wasn't such a mind mauling bitch.
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Current Mood: giddy