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YOU LEFT OFF WHERE I TURN INTO GALI

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I need to stop going to work so much so I can get back into these fun times.

I mean, c'mon, no offense, Ferhago, but you're hardly a good replacemnt for ME. B)

Takuma Nuva

LM = Edward from Twilight

LM = Edward from Twilight

How the heck does what I said in the conference make me anything like Edward Cullen?

I don't think I've ever seen a crazier conversation about love...

 

I've never had any.

An entire conversation about love and not a single What is Love reference? For shame, Turakii and friends. For shame.

I'm surprised I wasn't mentioned, though this could be a sort of take that directed at me.

An entire conversation about love and not a single What is Love reference? For shame, Turakii and friends. For shame.

This.

 

Also I should probably get Yahoo messenger.....

o______O

Ferhago: Maybe if I'm lucky I can pump him full of bullets too

Ah, I lol'd so hard at that...

Lawlz I'm not Ferhago, I'm Takuma 2.0.

And there was WHAT IS LOVE ing, it was just before the humor started.

 

Memoria.

I'm surprised I wasn't mentioned, though this could be a sort of take that directed at me.

lolwut, this had nothing to do with you.

That's interesting... I've never had a phobia of getting brutally murdered by stalkers before, I think I might stop talking to girls just in case.

 

Anyways, you guys need to be more active and confident, stop stalking people and start talking to them, use your brilliant senses of humour - just don't mention the violent day-dreams or the stalking and you should be fine.

LM = Edward from Twilight

How the heck does what I said in the conference make me anything like Edward Cullen?

Because you're a stalker and Turakii likes that.

 

...actually alot of tweens nowadays would. O_o

Turakii: Oh, and of course reading all the conversations on her wall

Turakii: Looking at all the pictures she's tagged in

Turakii: Etc.

 

That and my feelings of jealousy and envy whenever someone hugs her or I hear someone likes her...I THINK IM A STALKA

 

You guys are so weird. If I grow up, I wanna be just like you.

At first I was all like 0_o.

 

And then I started laughing. I can't even tell what I thought was funny, but something made me laugh.

 

The one part which was definately LOLZ was when AT came in...

Wow.

 

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I have those fantasies all the time. At least a hundred times per day.

 

The best ones, of course, are the realistic ones. That dreams where you come out and save her or turn into a superhuman being and all that get redundant and there's no plot or character development to it, and in the end it doesn't end with exactly how we get together. It just gives the implied meaning that she's startled and realizes that I'm not the average person.

 

In the most realistic ones, I actually play on my insecurities and the story goes with her turning me down in the end. Some girls are flattered when they find out someone likes them, but I'm not exactly sure that it's the same with the one I long for. If she does say yes, or is at least appreciative of me, then I feel even more satisfied because it reminds me of exactly why I like her.

 

Since this post would seem somewhat lacking if I didn't give examples of certain fantasies, I will give several.

 

- The all-too-often moment where I dream of an assassination attempt against me when we are within near physical proximity of each other. They're wielding guns. I wield either a sword, a knife, or my bare fists. Whichever the case is, I own them. Then I'm capable of being casual afterwords, in spite of the shock that everyone else is in.

 

- We both pretty much end up in some sort of Neverland and have to make our way home. On the way, everything is ideal, and the world is filled with fascinating magic. We have plenty of time for development, perhaps up to two years. When we arrive back home, it's as if nothing had ever happened, except we both remember the experiences we shared together. After all this, I feel justified in asking her out.

 

- I'm giving a serious examination of my faith and give enough hints that I like her.

 

- I ask her how this love song sounds, which I tell her I wrote for "this one girl". And we're alone together.

 

- I work really, really hard on a construction site. She's a hard worker herself, and so I want to be able to compare to her. I also have this same image in my head when I wish I could impress my father.

 

- I'm severely wounded, bleeding to death. She kneels by me and comforts me as we wait for the ambulance.

 

- She turns me down. Later, I go to the London Olympics and win ever single men's events medal there is. Whether or not things work out after that varies.

 

- I'm feeling bad about stuff and she gives me a kiss. I hug her in return, and all the bad feelings go away. Things go on as usual after that.

 

- I help her with her homework. It's usually math.

 

- She's cold. I put a coat around her. It's a tuxedo coat. And it's Valentine's Day. She asks me if I like her. I confess, and say I might.

 

Your Honor,

Emperor Kraggh

I hereby pronounce this entry Kraggh'd.

 

Memoria.

Kraggh'd? Could you offer a definition?

 

Your Honor,

Emperor Kraggh

Kraggh'd - adjective

1. A state of being, specific to a blog entry or topic, specifically when Emperor Kraggh composes a several-paragraph comment that says everything that any later commenter might have said in a much more eloquent fashion, therefore neutralizing the need for further input simply because Kraggh has said it all.

 

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but of course, you can't Kraggh Bonesii.