An overflow of good converts to bad. :12::   
10:18pm 30/06/2010
 
mood: listless

Now that I’ve gotten the all-clear on the publishing of the newest title, it seems like my hiatus is lifted. Look for it this fall. That being said, Link, I formally challenge you to a sparring match. Need to gain back form before this year’s tournament, and you’re the best person I have to practice with. Heheh.

Willow, want to come cheer on dear old dad?

As I defeat Link in the back yard or in the tournament, whichever is preferable.

And Zelda, dear, you’ve shown a great improvement with your writing style. I’m sorry for the lack of decent response lately, but I do have a moderate pile of work marked up with critique, if you would so wish to see it.

… As an afterthought, William. If you have the time, I would be most grateful if you’d spare it on a brush-up on training. Heh. Like the good old days.

 
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What is a man but a miserable pile of secrets? ::11::   
02:57pm 15/06/2010
  I must say, these new news articles are worrying. What happened to our Harmony? It seems to be a misnomer, since some poor soul got his entire stereo system stolen. ... However that happened.

I hope some kind of harmony is on the rise.

In a completely differing vein of thought, I've almost finished the novel I have been working on. It's being sent to the editors, hopefully to come back with revisions and suggestions on how to make it better. This frees me up to work with that idea Heather pitched to me forever ago- one based on the events in this town. 

Hopefully none of you will be too opposed to having a reference in this. Names may or may not be changed to protect the innocent-or-not-so-innocent. 

And in other other news, I need to remind you all of the disadvantages of not getting enough sleep. My sleep schedule is highly rearranged, due to me doing most of my writing mainly by night. Becoming diurnal again, pardon my language, sucks.		  
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Something wicked this way comes. ::10::   
09:00pm 11/03/2010
 
mood: cold


TL;DR: Shut the fuck up.		  
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.   
01:06pm 31/01/2010
  I do apologise for not having posted in so long. The recent spree of crime has had me thinking and, as such, one in deep thought remains quiet. Should you know me in person, I have remained relatively unchanged, but a new countenence has stolen over me when I am alone. Often questions plague me such as "Why?" or "Is there any connection?". But the answers won't come.

Although, I must admit, the main question plaguing me as of now is why I sound akin to the authors of the seventeenth or eighteenth centuries. I do not particularly mind, but it is an odd phenomenon. 

Is there anyone who would like to keep me company? For misery does love company. And I, while not miserable, would enjoy having a conversation- be it on the Network or in person.		  
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Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons the to heaven or to hell. ::08::   
01:58am 22/11/2009
  It is late in the coming, but I'm forever grateful that this new series of ailments is finished. I think I may have scarred some for life. Forgive me for my recent inactivities, as well, Harmony. Maybe I can make it up to you with this.


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Hello again, Birkin. It's been a while.

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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. ::07::   
01:04pm 23/10/2009
 
mood: morose
I am usually not one for joining in at large festivities, but with talk of a Halloween party buzzing around and confusion of where to host it, I volunteer my place. For though it would be a festivity, it would also be a time to... Well, hang around in costume.

What would I wear? I am at a loss.

This seems as if it would be a fun venture, if anyone would like to have it. Those who suggested the idea, I would need some help in decorations and ideas- if you do, indeed, wish to do this.		  
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No rest for the wicked. :06:.   
08:35pm 06/10/2009
 
mood: annoyed
It seems that the absolute worst of my symptoms are dying down.

... If this were part of something due to the experiment, then you must realize it was outside of my control. However, I apologize sincerely to everyone affected. Link, Zelda...

Words can't express how sorry this has made me. Written or spoken. My requests to be alone were for good reasons which I can't tell you due to shame.

Now, my two charges, who would like to join the rest in the hospital? I doubt it would be much of a challenge to get there, with my. Er. ... Abilities. We could bring the rest of the provisions over here...		  
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When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain .:05:.   
01:33pm 21/09/2009
 
mood: confused
... I'm sure the lot of us have had dreams of flight. Where one is weightless, suspended by nothing but their will, effortlessly gliding through the clouds. Until one's body is dragged back to earth, mind; either by the consciousness or something in the dream.

Unless I'm posting this in my sleep, I can say it was not so in my case.

Can someone help me down?		  
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Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. .:04:.   
08:53am 19/08/2009
 
mood: nerdy
There is not much to say about my life.

However, I've recently rediscovered how fun it is to respond to mundane questions with iambic pentameter. (For those of you who don't know, it's a string of ten syllables. Five are stressed, followed by a softer sound. It has a very distinct tone to it. As an example, "There is not much to say about my life.")

That was a brief English lesson for you.

I do believe it's been annoying Zelda, but she's being a good sport about my odd inflictions.
... Either that, or she's unaware as to what I'm doing. I suppose my cover is blown.

Laura, my dear, you have been victim too.
Someone should stop me 'fore I ramble on.		  
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage .:03:.   
01:43pm 04/08/2009
 
mood: numb
 And then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

What has become of us? 
My escorts of late have been a student and lover, both to the same place of both healing and death. Hopefully both will end up taking the former option. The third escort of mine holds the title of an old friend and companion. He has chosen the latter. 

Mr. Gray, I do believe we have a funeral to discuss. 

I have Link with me now, the both of us camped in the waiting rooms of this hospital. I can only pray to whatever gods will listen that Laura and Zelda will be safe.		  
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I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. .::02::.   
09:29pm 24/07/2009
 
mood: disappointed
Sometimes this seems an exercise in futility. 

Who shall remember us when we're gone?

I've done nothing to date particularly noteworthy. Have you?

Discuss.		  
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For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night .:01:.   
08:32pm 24/06/2009
 
mood: excited

Hello, there. It seems that I'm not the only one to recieve a joining email today- I know at least one of my students has already posted to his journal.

I suppose I should give a brief introduction. My name is Ganondorf Dragmire, and like many others it is possible to classify me by profession. I am an author mainly and at heart; however, I teach classes privately at my residence. If one were to be interested, my main areas are fencing and swordplay and writing.

Well, that's quite enough of that. I suppose if anyone wishes to know more, they'll ask.

 
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Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty; .:Communication page:.   
11:11pm 23/06/2009
 
mood: creative
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