| New Year's Resolutions. |
[05 Jan 2007|11:41am] |
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This is the time of year that everyone makes New Year's Resolutions, right? Those crappy little promises that you keep for a day or two then forget about unless you chickened out and made the kind that take no effort like 'this year, I will breathe without stopping'.
Not for me! I'm going to make real Resolutions, better than any you could make.
Marik Ishtar's New Year's Resolutions.
- Get something named after me. A drink, a dessert, a small country, whatever.
- Moon a policeman. Bonus points for a policewoman.
- Drink Isis under the table. Malik's a lightweight.
- Find out something that'll spike Malik's hair properly.
- Buy Kaiba a fuck. He really needs it, and Yami didn't seem to do the trick last time. Or do his tricks well enough, whatever.
- Pester Varon about his munchkin army in Oz.
- Harass people.
...I probably ought to get back to Domino at some point too and restart university but that can wait. This is my unofficial gap year. Which I should talk over with my boyfriend best friend about what the fuck he's been doing while I was in South America.
Diabound, you ever got the parcel I sent you? Malik, Isis, you guys got your winter gifts?
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| Prison stats. |
[21 Oct 2006|06:55pm] |
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What else would you expect from the youngest whore on campus? Though Yami's little brother must be dreaming, and I can't think of anyone who'd make a more annoying roommate than the campus' resident pinkhead. Oh, yeah, and Diabound, is there anything you want to tell us?
( Screened for Malik and Isis only. )
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| Grrrghhhhh. |
[30 Sep 2006|04:45am] |
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Still in South America.
Got woken up yesterday by some asshole from the reception area with a letter for me. An actual letter when I hadn't left any forwarding address.
Did we get tracking chips stuck in our heads at uni and someone forgot to tell me?
Anyway. Kilts. The letter said we have to wear kilts.
Fuck that. I'm staying in South America. I'm not going back to darling DU just to shove my legs into some Scottish freak's idea of a Skirt for Real Men.
Malik, you're on your own with this one. Flash someone for me, will you? And tell me what happens if you get demerits, that letter didn't seem to say.
...On second thoughts, get someone else to do the flashing. Like the baby Kaiba whore. Bet he and Yami like those kilts -- easy access fucking, right?
It's too early in the morning for this. Or afternoon.
...
What fucking time is it?!
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| Brazil. |
[29 Aug 2006|02:09am] |
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There is probably a very good reason for why I'm in Brazil. Or some small South American country whose name I can't be bothered to find out and thus shall call Brazil.
I just need to find it. The reason. Not the name. I don't care about the name. Not that I really care about the reason either, but it would be a nice bonus.
If anyone else finds it first, send it my way. I think I'm staying in a very poorly equipped hotel. It could be a jail cell, but if so, I pity the local government.
...And envy their leaves. Say what you like about not-quite-Brazil, they have excellent foliage.
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| Who is it? |
[28 Jul 2006|06:16pm] |
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I'm too lazy to read my flist properly, so whoever infected the meme with emo, confess now.
Also, for those of you that care, I'm in England at the moment. Cheap beer, expensive food and a ban on hosepipes.
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| So much for the betting pool. |
[13 Jul 2006|12:45am] |
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I wonder who put a bet on Strings? I had a few yen on the first post-fire death on campus being Yami (kills himself once the necro club has the only people left on campus he hasn't fucked), Noa (kills himself once he realizes he will never be computer enough to get his brother's approval) or Mahaado (dies through sheer incompetance by strangling himself with his own shoelace).
Instead, it was a complete outsider. What a waste of money.
Gambling's so much less fun when you lose.
Still (because I know one of you will say it), at least I'm alive.
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| Another meme. Clearly, money doesn't solve everything if I'm still bored. |
[17 Jun 2006|02:00pm] |
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Marik
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Bakura 75% Compatible ♥ Marik and Bakura have been romantically-together for awhile now, indicating a degree of compatibility. Similar personality descriptions are a plus. The fact that Bakura smokes could be an issue. The two share similar political beliefs, though. And then there is the fact that their styles mismatch, although that isn't too big a deal. Furthermore, their astrological signs are not in harmony. But their views on children are similar. Money differences may cause relationship stress. The fact that both Marik and Bakura are rather dominant reduces compatibility, since opposites in this area attract. Overall, Marik and Bakura are quite compatible. There are a few rough spots, but nothing that cannot be overcome. ♥ Discover Your Dating Compatibility
Fascinating. Like we didn't know all of this already.
...I just had someone suggest that I use my new fortune to rebuild the school. As if. Though, donating money to get something named after me -- maybe a wing in a hospital -- sounds like it might be entertaining.
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| Quiz from Bakura. |
[17 Jun 2006|01:48pm] |
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| Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse Your Result: Pestilence When the first seal is opened, you ride forth on a white horse. You wear a crown and hold a bow, and you've been unleashed to conquer and kill. Many believe that you are the Antichrist, deceiver of man. | | Famine | | | War | | | Death | | | Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse |
I'm Pestilence? I would have expected War, but I suppose Bakura's already got that sewn up. And I'm more subtle than he is, and certainly better at the 'deceiving' part.
...And I ride out first and get mistaken for the Antichrist. Fine. I'll be Pestilence and infect you all with insanity.
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| And who says evil doesn't pay? |
[17 Jun 2006|12:14pm] |
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Of course, since going to India to look for a friend's brother isn't generally considered an evil deed per se (though I'm sure someone on campus regrets his return), my subject line might not have much to do with the actual topic of this post. Which is that I now possess roughly ¥85,023,700 as the third share of the money netted from those artifact things.
Yami, pet, what were you saying about needing money?
Maybe I should buy Bakura some bleach for his hair. All that mud in India has left it tinged a little red, which actually looks pink in the sunlight. Hm. Or I could skip the bleach and just get him some bunny ears, all the better for him living up to his title of 'Princess Bunny'.
And Diabound's bouncing baby brat will need a mother. Isis, my dearest sister, how do you feel about the responsibilities of family life? And look, you get a child without needing to go through any of that stretchmarking-causing labor, and you don't run the risk of it having fetal addiction syndrome or whatever you call it when the mother is an alcoholic.
( Meme, because everyone's doing it. )
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| Here Diabound, Diabound, Diabound! |
[30 May 2006|10:43pm] |
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Bakura and I are safely tucked away in India. He's found some interesting poem Diabound wrote in the guestbook, I found a whore that Diabound purchased.
His poem had instructions on where to find Diabound, the whore had a graphic description of what a fantastic lay Diabound was. I'd say that it ran in the family, but my dearest little twin brother hasn't told me yet how good Ryou is. Maybe he doesn't know yet?
Isis, I picked up the palm wine for you, and we got Bakura's feet painted with henna. It looks good on him. He's got nice ankles, and we've got a hotel room all to ourselves.
I'm going to stop wasting time on this journal entry and go take advantage of the latter fact.
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| A hunting we will go. |
[24 May 2006|06:59pm] |
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It Ends Tonight - All-American Rejects |
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Like any good partner-in-crime boyfriend fellow student, I am going with Bakura on his pleasure jaunt to India, where I expect to learn to prepare crispy snake flesh. Just like Boudiccea's would have been had it not been for the daring way in which Bakura had rescued her. If there's time, I might also learn how to apply henna.
It seems like the perfect type of decoration for sacrificial victims. Who knows? Maybe Bakura and I will start our own cult while we're there. Or maybe not, since fanning religious mania seems to be Yami's and Varon's gig. Far be it from us to enroach on their territory.
( Private. )
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| The dangers of alcoholism. |
[17 May 2006|03:05am] |
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Bruises Are Back In Style - Jack Off Jill |
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Much has been written about how alcohol is bad for your liver, kills your brain cells, destroys your driving skills, and blah blah blah.
What people fail to realize is that the real danger is that you will be idiot enough to attack someone that's taller, stronger and meaner while drunk. And end up having your head knocked repeatedly against the concrete until you pass out. By which point you will be bleeding and liable to die of blood loss unless rushed to a hospital.
Don't drink, kiddies. It's bad for your health.
This message was brought to you by Marik Ishtar, Love Doctor At Large. Because he cares. Really.
( Private. )
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[14 May 2006|07:44pm] |
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Good Day - Dresden Dolls |
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It's raining.
My tent is not waterproof. Death by electrocution, here I come.
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| ::Private:: |
[08 May 2006|07:45am] |
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Nutopia - Jack Off Jill |
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( Private )
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| Other interests. |
[06 May 2006|05:14pm] |
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Contrary to popular opinion, I do actually have other things to do with my time than watch Noa's progression from sexbot whore to transsexual sexbot whore. For the edification of the populace, I've decided to list those.
A) Hanging out with Bakura.
B) Hanging out with Malik.
C) Playing Flash Copter.
D) Attempting to bring about the Apocalypse.
E) Memorizing song lyrics backwards.
F) Reading about teaching in Japan as a black man.
G) Wondering why none of the Kaibas seem to give a flying fuck their father's dead. Did they even hold a funeral or had they spent all their earnings on electronics and couldn't afford to cough up the price of a coffin?
H) Singing The Song That Never Ends.
I) Thinking about how much I love my sister.
J) Selling drugs. That's what I do in my free time, haven't you heard? I looted them from Shaadi's office after he passed on without quite passing on.
K) Wondering why nobody's carting him off to a lunatic asylum. He's a danger to himself. What if he trips on that sheet and strangles himself? Not that I care or anything, but you'd think someone would comment.
L) Waiting to see who our new Headmaster will be.
M) Making a list of victims for next time I get bored.
N) Improving my darts skills so that the list will be a little more interesting and less random.
O) Trying to come up with enough ideas to go through every letter in the alphabet on this list.
P) Figuring out why I really am that bored.
Q) Deciding it has to do with a lack of sex and taking steps to remedy that.
Said steps warrant an end to the list. Mind your Ps and Qs, boys and girls. Otherwise they'll stick in your throat when they're going down. Do you even have a gag reflex any longer, pet?
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| Interesting little sidetrip. |
[26 Apr 2006|05:38pm] |
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Better Than I Am - Three Dead Trolls Under A Bridge |
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Just got back from jail - still the same boring, overcrowded place as usual, of course. Some kind person (Yami, Varon, Kaiba, Noa? Do name yourself) tipped them off to check me for drug possession, and since I apparently already had a criminal record (I'll give you points for throughness, whoever you are), they decided to drag me down there and administer a few tests, then question me for a few hours.
Idiots. I'm living in a tent. Do they think people line up outside a tent for their hits?
At any rate, I thought that I'd share the latest photo that's being passed around campus, just to celebrate my miraculous return. Noa, I'd suggest paying your surgeon more or getting an upgrade - those breasts are far too small to attract anything except derision.
( OOC: Pretend this isn't cut. It's also Not Safe For Work. )
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| More posters? |
[23 Apr 2006|11:02pm] |
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Better Than I Am - Three Dead Trolls In A Baggie |
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So, there's been a new wave of postering to strike the campus? I hadn't realized the middle Kaiba was so hard up for customers with his/her/hir new female body that he needed to advertise so much that s/he'd even stick a poster up on the tree near my tent.
For the benefit of those of you not with us at the remains of our fair uni - that means you, pet - I've scanned in a copy for all of you to see.
Enjoy. I know I did.
( OOC: Pretend this isn't cut. )
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| Incomplete meme. |
[19 Apr 2006|10:39pm] |
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| Really Long Survey (over 200) | | What is your name?: | Marik Elizabeth Ishtar. | | Are you named after anyone?: | Yes. A famous pirate who sailed a dark sea and told rummy stories because he struggled with alcoholism all his life long. | | What's your screename?: | thatsasecret | | Would you name a child of yours after you?: | Depends on if I wanted their mother to hate me. | | If you were born a member of the opposite sex what would your name be?: | Jesus. | | If you could switch names with a friend who would it be?: | My twin brother, Malik. So we could confuse people. | | Are there any mispronounciations/typos that ppl do w/ your name constantly?: | They keep writing 'Asshat' instead of Ishtar. Can't think why. | | Would you drop your last name if you became famous?: | Why bother when I can drop flowerpots on the paparazzi instead? | | Basics | | Your gender:: | Is composed of idiots. | | Straight/Gay/Bi:: | Pansexual. | | Single?: | Am I going to be expelled if I say 'no? ...No? Pity. | | If not, do you want to be?: | Answering in the affirmative would have my guts removed. And it would be a lie. | | Birthdate:: | Conception date is more interesting to figure out. Somewhere in late March, I think. | | Your age:: | Nineteen. | | Age you act:: | About ten. I have a certain childish cruelty. | | Age you wish you were:: | Several thousand years old, because to be that old and still answering the meme, I'd have to be immortal. |
My attention span stopped me from finishing the rest. Aren't you all devastated?
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| ::screened for Bakura only:: |
[11 Feb 2006|08:40pm] |
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You IDIOT, where are you?
It's been a whole day, I've looked everywhere, checked with everyone you've ever threatened talked to, and you are nowhere to be found!
*snarl*
When I do find you, I hope you're ready to have your head ripped off your shoulders and thrust down your sphincter.
You are not dead. I refuse to believe that.
Get your lily ass found, you stupid thieving moron.
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| People have no taste. |
[10 Feb 2006|10:15pm] |
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Chantico production stopped.
No more reason for me to go to Starbucks, now. What is wrong with everyone? That's a very rich drink, to have it in a larger size would be unbearable. Apart from that, who would want to put whipped cream in it, or add a shot of espresso to it? When you get something right, you leave it like that instead of messing around with it, or complaining until it gets dropped from production.
...When I take over the world, decree number three is going to be for Starbucks to add them to the menu again.
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