#tenth entry

[zoesjournals]

01/August/2013

Marcie is sleeping over today, however, the house is a mess. She’s going to think I’m feral. Today is going to go ass up. No one is in a good mood and that equals silence. Painful, painful silence.

On a good note, I found my wedding song. Marilyn Manson “Speed of Pain”. If I get married (hopefully to Marcie!) I want to have an Alice in Wonderland themed dress. And the groom will be the Mad Hatter and my bridesmaid and the grooms maid will be the red queen and the Cheshire Cat.

[the-entity-with-determination]

Monday, December 25th, 2017 (14:09)

Dear diary,

MERRY CRISIS. I actually celebrated Christmas Yesterday already (cuz, for some reason people in Austria do)

I remember that I slept really bad the night before so I was kinda grumpy in the morning (which was 12:something)

Then I helped my parents with cleaning the house cuz 1. it was Christmas and 2. a guest was coming over (which I didn't know that well so I thought I'm going to feel awkward and uncomfortable around them. Which I actually didn't) and I asked my mom if our guest had to enter my room or stuff and she said "Ofc he has to! He's our guest and we're going to show him around the house!"

And I felt kinda uncomfortable imagining some stranger entering my private space. For me it's the same thing as showing a little part of me. Which I didn't show to strangers since I don't know them.

So I said "Mom, I'm uncomfortable with showing a stranger my private space, could you skip my room?"

And she said "No, and you'll only have a "private space" when you'll have your own flat or house."

And that really pissed me off. So my grumpiness and stress level got bigger.

Then one more thing that leveled up my stress was that when my parents expect guests and clean the house or stuff, for some reason they get stressed and more aggressive. And I really hate that. Like. Just clean the god dang house without getting so aggressive Jesus Christ.

But my grumpiness and stress vanished right away once I took a shower and played with my cats. I heard that the breed of my cats is also used in therapy to calm patients down and to make their brains create the Endrophin hormone. (The hormone that makes ya happy and stuff). And that really works.

Once I showered, put on my clothes and make-up I went downstairs to greet the guest. And to eat the food (which was hella delicious. Plus I didn't eat anything in the morning so the satisfaction doubled.)

And now let's talk about the guest. So. He had the hugest muscles I've ever seen on a human body. Just. Imagine a Hanzo (a game character from Overwatch) with short hair. Daz kinda what he looked like. My mom told me that he's a body builder so daz why he looked so buff (plus he served the Syrian army in the past)

My parents and him were talking a lot about Christianity and the culture of Muslim people. Our guest knew a lot about it since he's an ex Muslim. It was quite interesting to listen to the customs and culture. But once they began to compare Christians with Muslims I thought "Why are my parents even talking about this. Who cares what religion is better or more aggressive. The most important thing is to keep peace and respect between all these unique cultures and religions."

So I went in my room to not listen to that ridiculous discussion.

After that they went for a walk to the lake which is surrounded by the forest nearby. And while they were going for a walk I was sending all my friends and acquaintances "merry Christmas" (cuz as I said before, for some reason people on Austria celebrate it on the 24th)

When they came back they thankfully were discussing other things which I didn't mind listening to. And then later in the evening, my mom noticed that our guest doesn't breathe well (so, our cats were in my parent's room the whole day (dw, we ain't animal tormentors and they got their litter, food and water there) so they wouldn't spread around their hair in the house, but our guest still got a runny nose cuz of the cat hair. He has a cat allergy) so he said "Maybe it's time to go home for me" and my mother apologized millions of times for not noticing he didn't feel well.

Once my dad went to bring him home I went to my room, dressed myself into mah pajama and fell asleep (and forgot to write the diary entry)

That's pretty much it.

Byeeeeee (15:06)

[theresonlysofarnewmoneygoes]

11:13 PM, Poland time I'm in the airport. Rabbi H told me not to worry and let my emotions flow. "Don't take control," he said in English, after hearing my accent. It's 11:14 PM, and for the first time, I'll try taking that advice.

[lucanhigashi]

#10: An Undead Apocalypse?

I was summoned to Queen Jennah’s palace.  Her Majesty and Captain Thackeray told me that there were high numbers of Risen to the south.  He sent me to settle some disputes between three groups: The Vigil, the Durmand Priory, and the Order of Whispers.

I met with the three representatives.  They were arguing with how to deal with the Risen threat.  The Vigil had Crusader Hiroki representing them, the Priory had Scholar Josir, and the Order had this shady guy named Agent Ihan.

The first problem was that we had to do something about the swamps where the initial uprisings happened.  Hiroki wanted to do a full-scale military attack, while Josir wanted to use some magical device to save children.

I’m sorry, Hiroki.  I know we’d get along since we’re both front line soldiers and all.  Plus, you’re cute, and you remind me why I love Canthan women so much.  But I’ll have to side with the scholar over here.  While I’d love a military assault, something just rubs me the wrong way about putting these kids at even more risk.

It worked, but all the kids said something about a “scary Seraph man” mumbling to himself, and he wasn’t being attacked by the Risen.  While I normally hate hearing people disrespecting the Seraph, they’re kids who don’t seem to know what’s going on.  I kept this “scary Seraph man” in mind.

We saved all of the kids, so I took my next course of action.  Either investigate the mysterious man with Ihan, or defend Triskell Quay with Hiroki.

As much as I‘d like to investigate, I really don’t trust Ihan.  So I’ll do what I’m used to and bash their faces in with Hiroki.  I hope I can get more on her good side.

And I did.  There was a pretty big force, and we even had to take down a couple of giant ones, but we pulled through.  Hiroki seems to respect me now, so there’s a definite plus.

We also found info on the mysterious “scary Seraph man”, an officer named Kellach.  Allegedly, he attacked some pirates who might have info on what happened.  Unfortunately, their captain is dead, but some of her crew are still camped near their wreckage.

Fine, Ihan, we’ll do things your way.  Josir wanted to communicate with the captain’s spirit, but I thought it would be better to hear from someone who survived through the whole thing.  Plus, this’ll be my, what, third time using a disguise?  That’s always fun.

Ihan seems to like the whole “high risk, high reward” way of doing things.  We attracted undead to the pirates’ camp so that I can “prove myself” to them and get info.

After the attack, and a shouting match with the First Mate, the new Captain told me everything.  Kellach is cursed by the dragon Zhaitan, and he wanted a cure.  Their old Captain lied to Kellach and told him that he needs royal blood to cure himself.

Of course.  He’s going to attack the Queen.  I have to get back, now.

It’s down to a choice.  I have to choose between the Vigil, the Durmand Priory, and the Order of Whispers.

I like the Priory’s mission.  But I’m a warrior made for the front lines, not a scholar.  So I decided on the Vigil.

Hiroki welcomed me into the Vigil.  We’re defending the Queen directly.

Kellach waltzed into the throne room with some undead.  Even though my family traditionally honors Dwayna, my time with the Sylvari gave me a new appreciation for Melandru.  I now had the ability to transform into an Avatar of Melandru.

So, I did.  I love it.  But I’m pretty sure that Kellach doesn’t after what I did to him.

Her Majesty is safe for now, but it’s only temporary until we take down Zhaitan.

Just as the Vigil says, I must fight, so that all may be free.

- Lucan

[hetalia-session]

==> France: DO SOMETHING

==>France: DO SOMETHING!

He decides to be someone else.

Rome, Italy 11:30 p.m. CEST

Low bubbling comes from the kitchen as a man hums to himself as he boils hot water. From his head, a stray hair sticks out in a small hair curl. The man has a slim figure and he smiled as he placed in the pasta.

"Ve~ I can't wait for the pasta to be done. It's never too late for pasta."

He turns, revealing an apron with the name "Feliciano Vargas" scrawled in messing writing on the front.

FELICIANO VARGAS, aka ITALY VENEZIANO, was a country that represented the NORTHERN HALF OF ITALY but sometimes uses ITALY for short. His chumhandle, italianPasta, showed his LOVE OF PASTA. He speaks in a very loose way and get excited easily like a child. He tends to be EASILY DISTRACTED and VERY FRIENDLY. Italy loves ART as well as eating PIZZA and GELATO because he's always hungry! Did he mention he has a BEAUTIFUL SINGING VOICE? But he usually sings in his native language, ITALIAN. According to his best friend, he can be a REAL CRY BABY, is VERY RELIANT, and had a habit of FORGETTING HIS PANTS. He loves taking SIESTAS!

Italy sighed happily as the water began boiling and started humming softly to himself under his breath. It was so great that his boss gave him a break! He wanted to take a siesta, finish that painting, maybe even hang out at his best friend's place. They never got to spend time together anymore! Oh, he'd have to pet a cat, too! And maybe go on a date with a cute girl and-

Bzzzt.

He jumped at the sound and ran to hide when he remembered this wasn't an attack and his best friend had England-proofed his home. Italy rose and looked around. It was his laptop. Oh right! He had some days off for that project of America's! He went over and opened it.

--japaneseOtaku began pestering italianPasta-- JO: Herro, Itary-kun.

Italy clapped his hands in excitement. It had been so long since he had spoken to his good friend! Japan was one of his best friends! But not the best friend he had been talking about. That best friend he met before Japan.

IP: ve~ its japan! IP: buon giorno! IP: but its actually very late here... JO: Werr, it doesn't rearry matter now. JO: Are you ready to start the game? IP: ve~ i thought america was starting it JO: He is. But he has requested I herp out. JO: It wirr go by faster if there are two teams working at the same time.

Italy scratched his head. It did seem quicker but didn't games start from the beginning? He decided not to ask more into it.

IP: ok JO: Itary-kun, I must ask that you take out your game disks. IP: game disks?

Game disks? He thought a bit.

JO: Hai, the ones America-san sent to you. IP: ve.... JO: The ones we were supposed to use for the game today?

Italy slapped his hand on his forehead in amusement. How silly of him!

IP: oh those!

His mind suddenly moved to where they were. Hadn't he kept them with his laptop...? Looking around a bit, Italy found no trace of the disks.

IP: hehe... I lost them JO: This does prove a probrem for us. JO: I advise you try to rocate them. IP: alright IP: did you contact germany yet? JO: No, I haven't. JO: I wirr contact Mr. Germany after I have gotten you started. JO: The chart says so. IP: chart? JO: Hai, America-san's friend Tony created one and he sent me a picture. IP: can i see? can i see? JO: Ah, unfortunatery the ranguage is a rittre unsatisfactory. IP: ve? JO: It wourd be best to trust my word that I must have you get started before Mr. Germany. JO: Do you understand, Itary-kun? IP: ok... IP: ill contact you when I find them! --italianPasta ceased pestering japaneseOtaku--

Italy smiled happily. He was going to be playing on the team with his friends!

...huh?

Italy felt a strange sense of nostalgia. Why was that?

After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head and laughed it off. "It must just be because I get to be with Japan and Germany again! We've been so busy we never get to hang out!"

Italy walked over to the stove, checking the pot. The pasta was still not cooked. He stirred a little before placing the lid back on. The sauce was still boiling, too. It would still be a while until it would be cooked.

A crash came from the living room. Startled, Italy jumped a bit before turning around. What was that? He grabbed the most dangerous weapon he could think of at the moment, a broom which had been leaning against the wall, and cautiously made his way towards the living room.

"F-Fratello*? Is that you?" No answer. Gripping the broom's shaft, he jumped through the living room door and started waving it about like a mad man.

"D-Don't hurt me! Get away get away get away! I surrender! Please don't take away the pasta!" After hearing nothing in response, Italy noticed there was no one there. He looked about before chuckling at himself. "How silly of me! I better go back to the pot." Italy was about to turn again when something caught his eye.

The country made his way to the middle of the living room and picked up a green STRIFE CARD. "Ve~. What's this?" He looked it over. "It must be for the game. I wonder how it fell to the ground?"

The STRIFE CARD suddenly accepted the HOUSE BROOM as a weapon and it disappeared from Italy's hand. Surprised, he accidentally put the strife card in his ARRAY SPECIBUS, the one he had activated earlier with the help of his fratello. Italy laughed at himself again for being a scaredy cat before pulling it out. After all, the ARRAY SPECIBUS was the easiest SYLLADEX there was since one could pull out the object one desired without trouble.

As he looked at the card, he read, "BROOMKIND. Hm." Italy equipped the HOUSE BROOM and swung it around a bit before putting it back. "Cool! But... What does strife mean?" He gave a little laugh before walking back to the kitchen and going over to his computer. "I'll just ask him! He'll know!"

He opened his computer to start speaking with his best friend.

(*Brother)

France: Answer that. <== | ==>

[sarahseuropeantravelblog]

Thursday 26.09.13

Had to wait around for Kev to wake up again today, it was okay though. Perfect time to talk to Australia. Had a good chat with the rents and my friend Kayla. I got to talk to Viktor a bit as well, yay. 

Once we were both ready to go, Kev and I went to Oxford street, had a good look around, I bought some clothes in Primark, whoops.

Seeing as I am a massive fan of Sherlock, we went to Baker street! They don't film the BBC series on baker street, but there is a museum here and the real 221B. Madame Tussauds is just around the corner so we went in there as well. Some of the wax figures are kind of creepy but still all really well done. Couldn't believe they didn't have Muse, Benedict Cumberbatch or Tom Hiddleston though. Still it was really great. Worth the 30quid and the hour line to get in. 

Once we had spent half the day wandering around Madame Tussauds, we went to St Pauls Cathedral and St Barts hospital. We did get lost around St barts, there are no tube stations for ages. Finally found one and went back to Kings Cross and stumbled on platform 9 and 3/4. I'm pretty sure I almost passed out when we went into the little shop. Oh man, so many Harry Potter things I wanted them all! I actually really wanted to buy a wand. So Kev basically dragged me out of there back to the hostel. 

I talked to Viktor a bit more, he and his friend had gotten the flat in Munich but couldn't move in until the first of october so he was going around france and switzerland for a bit. The lucky boy.

Once I'd said bye to him, I went to get dinner with Kev at the pub next door again. By this point, I'd spent too much time with him and everything he was doing was really starting to irritate me. My biggest pet peeve is being able to hear people eating and it was like I was sitting across from a baby dinosaur. So not much conversation was going on and we both quickly went to bed. He was probably as annoyed with me as I was with him.

[an-abra-diary-blog]

Entry 10 (Cooking 2)

Dear Diary I've been thinking about...well, the more elaborate cooking. The spun sugar roses, the fancy flans, and the tarts in heart shapes. No, I know I'm never gonna make those, I lack the proper equipment, and a real reason to make things like those. There isn't a real reason to make them anyway, and I probably wouldn't do very good anyway. I mean, that and the ingredients would also probably be a bit expensive as well. I shouldn't really be asking Zar'roc to  buy things just so I can entertain my little delusions of possible success. I have plenty of books to keep myself occupied. Matter of fact, I've started teleporting back and forth from the library when Zar'roc leaves me at home for...one thing or another. Well, the books are never late, that much is assured. Zar'roc said I should sell my breads sometime. Not going to work for multiple reasons. There are plenty of pushy vendors on the streets, and I'm sure nobody wants a plain bread bun when they can go to the cafes and get something tasty at a reasonable price, and a drink also. That, and I'd need a place to sell them, and...well...interact with them. Those are my obstacles, if they could be overcome...well...maybe I'd try. Get some money to Zar'roc, give something back...ah, anyway, back to...foods. I know the theories, and I have more than enough time to make sure that I don't let things burn. It's watch it cook or read books. I suppose that's the majority of my time. I guess I don't have much else to write. Ummm....well....I suppose to sum it up, I'm an amateur cook, and it's not going to change anytime soon. I really should have gotten complacent about it, but now and then I wish I could get better. I suppose I'll grow out of it soon enough. One more year and I'll be a teenager. Boy, this is getting depressing, I'll stop now. Bye.

[3redorangehearts]

ENTRY 10: My MBTI Profiling Misadventures

                Last semester, I enlisted Anthro 182—Culture and Personality or, as my prof insisted was a better title for the course, “Psychological Anthropology”.It was lots of fun. It was the perfect blend for me because I was interested in both Psychology and Anthropology—not to mention that my prof is a cool person who makes the subject even more interesting than it already is.

                One of our most unforgettable and usable lessons is the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator Profiling. It consists of categorizing people under the different types given in this personality inventory. It was really fun because placing people under categories made me feel…professional. Like I knew enough to be able to tell a person’s personality just by observing them.

                Unfortunately, however, it wasn’t as easy as I thought. Almost all of the time I judge someone as Type this but when I make them take the test, it turns out that their type is something else. Like one time, I judged someone as ENFP but the test revealed that she was ISFJ. And another time, I profiled two characters in a movie but found that I got none of it right. It hurts that I rarely get more than one letter right. It’s like telling me that I have little to no profiling skills at all.

                But there is hope for me I guess. Practice makes better after all. Maybe I’ll profile some more people, read more about MBTI, study more about the profiling process. I might finally get it right one day if I just work harder.

P.S.: Just in case you're interested, here's a link to my MBTI Inventory results.