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Dear Livejournal,
Fuck you.
Yours,
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As Roy said: "I feel delicate." I don't even know why, I could tear up at the next best occasion or curl into a ball and wrap myself in warm blankets. I actually want to do that most days, now that I think about it. Hmmm. Winter depression? I hardly think so. It's not your usual "All is dark and shitty, I want to die"-despair, more like a subliminal urge to hug and feel cozy and cared for? Aside from that, I just noticed again how much I really really love the early medieval period and how badly I must go to Oslo for this really awesome master's program. Arghlaldhdbssfff. But where to take the money frommmmmmaaaaach ლ(ಠ益ಠლ) Seriously though, why is it, that there is no one I can fangirl with over Vikings, Anglo-Saxons, Thor, Loki and all that kind of shit in a really super nerdy way? Where are all the history buffs hiding?? :T My fellow students aren't much of an option to turn to. It's like talking against a wall with them ;_; What's worse though, is how bad I got with drawing. I really got rusty, but that's not the bad part. There is simply no need or desire to do it; of course, I doodle when talking on the phone or during our Werewolf-sessions, it helps me concentrate, but actually drawing? Not so much. I have ideas and images in my head, but lack everything else. The hell is happening? So in conclusion: Fuck you life, why do you always keep the really good things just out of my reach? >:C | |
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Fanfic summary I just found on a rec-list:
Harry Potter is in love with Severus and Remus, who are together. Before
he graduates, Harry Potter spends the night with them. Hurt and in pain
because he thinks his feelings aren't returned, Harry leaves Hogwarts.
Harry finds out that he is pregnant. Will he tell Severus and Remus? Is
there any hope for the three men?
You got to be fucking kidding me. | |
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While I looked up a translation for Regin Smiður, I stumbled over this word and since I love etymology, I had to look it up c: So have at thee:wroth [rəʊθ rɒθ]adj; Old English wrāth; related to Old Saxon wrēth, Old Norse reithr, Old High German reid curly haired I am reading the Völsunga saga currently and I've had this mental image of Regin as a dark haired, grimy smith with wild eyes, barrel chested and tree trunk like arms. Turns out he's actually a dwarf. Dödöt. As Völuspá and Reginsmál relate him to the dvergar, I suppose its a given fact and I can scratch my beautifully constructed design and start anew. Baaaah.
Then again, I had been wondering, how Regin could have such a strange family without displaying any of the genetic peculiarities himself. I even wondered, with whom his father had lain to beget an otter and a dragon as sons respectively. But Hreiðmarr is the King of the Dwarves himself, sooooo there you go. These dwarves, I tell you. Crazy shape shifters, the lot of them...
Talking about dwarves: Andvari who loses his gold and the ring Andvarinaut (which he both curses) to Loki, is also a shape shifter, living beneath the waterfall Andvarafors as a luce. For some reason, he reminds me of Gollum.... Oh yeah, he's apparently the equivalent to Alberich, another King* of the Dwarves (or Elves?), as well, who can turn invisible and guards the Nibelungen hoard. BUT! And that's the interesting part: apparently, some scholars see him as the original Oberon, which is the French translation of his name. The more you know *rainbow*.
I still cannot believe Regin is a midget. :( *sobsobsob*
Anyways, here an illustration from the Ramsund rune carving to cheer me up and to mark a worthy ending to a silly post (I cannot even begin to explain how funny I find Sigurd down there, stabbing Fafnir and all. And that face of the dragon OHGOD WHAT IS AIR): 
*I swear, they call anyone rich and important enough to be mentioned in these sagas a king... | |
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So, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) salty_catfish and I are touring through Scotland. And somehow, like the last time I went abroad, it turned into a Viking Research Trip (The Pictish Trail, it's a trap!). For that very reason, we are now on Orkney - a life long wish of two years finally came true aaah. What a lovely accent these people have here. Yesterday was a very strange day, with mocking rainbows on our way along Skye's coast line (Hell, we even checked into a B+B which was called 'Rainbow view' with a very pink room). Didn't manage to do our pensum of driving that day, however. I suppose, at least we gained XPs and perhaps even a Level Up by learning how to change a tire. Life Skills, you cannot buy them. | |
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I have it up to here.
You anime fangurls can go stick your shitty bishifantasies, dumb names und speshul feelings up to where the sun doesn't shine. Oh, and just a hint: do grow up. Maybe then your life will actually start to be entertaining and interesting for once. | |
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Met up with Dani, Christian and Nadia at 9pm to play pool in a billard bar near Weinmeisterstraße. Very enjoyable, though the spirits did a nose dive after a while. We ordered pizza which was kind of OK (had to fend off the bar's dog from our food, devious critter), and after two games we left to have a drink or two at Cafe Cinema. Just got home now.
What I actually wanted to say, is this:
Nadia had bought a pair of shoes quite a while ago from a second hand shop. Lovely, fancy things, white and delicate that do not fit her. So I was to have them to wear and flounce around in them. Gosh, they are beautiful.
Now, I finally seized the chance to wear them and... by the time I reached the bar, I was walking barefoot. Have been the whole night since then - never noticed before how clean Berlin's streets actually are. Hardly any glass shards or other kinds of litter. My feet were black by the time I came home, naturally, but not hurting from anything else but the shoes I had worn earlier. I know now why this gorgeous pair was resold. You cannot possibly wear them without abrasions and blisters on the heels and pressure marks along the toes. Satan must have fashioned them himself, no kidding.
I think we will sell them as well. Someone else be subjected to the pain, for despite all temptations, the ache cannot be possibly endured. Not on the long run, no matter how pretty they are.
A few happier notes: I bought Hitman- Blood Money for PS2 finally. Also started reading Going Postal by Pratchett, god, I love that man. And last but not least - I made fantastic Wok-food today: beef, spring onions, sesame oil, soy sauce, orange + orange juice, honey = YUMYUMYUM. Successful Saturday, Y/Y? | |
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