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Friday, November 22, 2002

11:56AM

quizzes to pass time in this pathetic existence )

Current mood: unappreciated

11:33AM

Man, it's been almost a week since I posted. Another miserable, boring week of no one noticing me or caring about anything I do. Too bad they'll never know I've been unlocking the secrets of the universe while they're all laughing behind my back.

I mean, really. I found the key to the Black God's liquor cabinet.

Man, oh man, I bet they all wish they paid more attention to me now.

Current mood: unappreciated

Saturday, November 16, 2002

11:08PM

Just my luck, the tape broke at the Flipper Mar-in-athon and we ended up watching The Magnificent Ambersons instead.

Current mood: unappreciated

Friday, November 15, 2002

12:44AM

Even my own father doesn't love me.

Current mood: unappreciated

Thursday, November 14, 2002

7:25PM

deadthom (7:13:22 PM): DUDE YOU CAN'T STEAL DAD!
deadalex (7:13:34 PM): like he even wants you, thommy boy
deadthom (7:14:11 PM): oh, cause you can even carry a tune let alone pick up harmony.
deadalex (7:14:37 PM): What in Mithros's name is that supposed to mean? At least I know how to carry a sword.
deadthom (7:14:57 PM): that's just about *all* you know how to do.
deadalex (7:15:35 PM): well, at least I'm good at it. how close did *you* come to killing anyone, trebond?
deadthom (7:17:18 PM): oh, right, who've you killed *lately*? any anyway, if i ever did kill anyone, i'd be able to change my mind about it later. i'd like to see you or any of your pointy l'il pals try that
deadalex (7:17:46 PM): *sneers* still in denial, aren't we?
deadalex (7:18:14 PM): numair salmalin could kick your ass from here to the divine realms and he didn't even *go* to your little school, convent boy.
deadthom (7:20:46 PM): oh, that again. you can't prove it. i'd like to see him try. everyone knows he just picked up that black robe at a white elephant sale.
deadthom (7:21:29 PM): and you got your ass kicked by what? oh, that's right, a *girl.*
deadalex (7:22:20 PM): she...was...a...TRAVESTITE
deadalex (7:22:22 PM): !
deadthom (7:22:56 PM): what's that mister spellybitch?

Current mood: unappreciated

7:11PM

Man, am I ever stoked for singsong. I ditched Josiane for Dad and Roger and we're gonna bust shit up with our own rendition of Fugue for Tinhorns. We even put together some last minute costumes and choreography so we're gonna take down Hadensra and Stenmun once and for all with their damn Swedish drinking songs.

Current mood: unappreciated

3:23PM

So Alex claims we have no reflections. Out of curiosity I examined this statement. Well, *I* have a reflection, Alex. Must be eternal punishment for your wordly vanity, ol' buddy.

(note: edited entry. Are you happy, now, Mister Spellypatrol? Some of us have bigger things on our minds.)

Current mood: unappreciated

1:55AM

*shudder* I think Alex and Josiane talk about me behind my back.

Current mood: unappreciated

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

11:18PM

Why do I get the distinct feeling that Alex leaves the room every time I enter? I think he must be jealous of my intellectual prowess.

Current mood: unappreciated

11:17PM

No one here appreciates me.

Current mood: unappreciated

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