Wednesday, September 8, 2004

Back-to-School Shopping!
Okay, maybe it's not the first time this month. Actually it's the third, but I don't think the second one counts since it was just 3 dossiers and a mechanical pencil. <3

Anyway, I got myself lots of new dossiers and pens...almost everything is blue except some coloured pens and a crimson dossier... but I don't think you people are really interesting, so i shall not go on. I'm a bit busy right now, so I guess I'll make a better post later!

Best of wishes for everybody

~Aeria
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Tuesday, September 7, 2004

   Rough Night
Hallo! First post of the day, hehe. I got up at noon having fallen asleep at...6 am. I SWEAR it's the damn Mexico time, it's still engraved in my head.

So mainly, my whole night was either bed, stairs, couch or watching Dogtanian in the living room. What some people don't(even I didn't) understand is that that show might be a bit basic on the lines and stuff, but just because it has DOGS in it doesn't mean it's for little kids. I mean, yeah, the humour is a bit...dry, but if you notice I don't think little kids should watch shows where people are trying to kill each other (for little kids, I mean...2-5 years old). My five year old cousin once painted a porcelain dolphin with white and red streaks and she was like:

"The white things are the jellyfishes that are trying to kill the dolphin and the red is the dolphin's blood!"

...

I mean, seriously. This is going out of control. About me, I'll just keep watching Dogtanian <3.
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Monday, September 6, 2004

Wai! New house!
Waaai! Trista-chan just gave me a new house... <3 It's so beautiful and perfect I can barely contain myself with excitement! I'm still moving in, although the computer's already installed. Trista prepaired everything before she gave the house to me. She's also moving in along with everyone else...(Bakura...*siiigh*). I managed to snatch the other 20% of my cash off Yami when he was busy on the phone, so now I have my full payment from babysitting sugar-high-Mokuba. Whatever.

For a description of the house, visit her journal: Trista-Katagata
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Back to normality...or not? x,o;;!
...And so it seemed peace had settled in our little house...which is falling to bits because the Almighty Pharaoh refuses to pay for construction. <<;; However, I think he shall change his mind since we found Tea knocked uncoscious by a piece of roof from our very old pool house. He panicked and brought her inside, alhtough Bakura, Marik and I still think he should have left her there for the worms. *snicker* Although even THEY wouldn't eat her.

Seto came to pick up Mokuba a few minutes ago. Actually, he didn't pick him up, Mokuba literally jumped in his arms. And yay, I got my money (at least 80% of it, since Yami demanded the other 20% for having to entertain him. ). Bakura is hitting the couch with a baseball bat for no absolute reason and Marik is...er...recovered and listening to Jamiroquai (O_o...scareh...even for me.). I think Seto hates me or something, he gave me this weird look when he was leaving, although I don't think Bakura got that, since her ran over us and closed the door on his face.

Now I have to deal with a dominant retired pharaoh, a resting man whore, a Jamiroquai addicted egyptian, Joey-the-improv-mafia-man, a couch-beating evil sex-god and a pancake-making-and-coffe-drinking angel.



...


Oh my god.


Toilet paper for the pharaoh.


Now he's gonna have to clean his royal behind with a newspaper. *snickers and sits on the couch, reading*
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~Hello, welcome to Aeria's Nuthouse of Love!~
Seriously, this life is killing me. First, I wake up in Bakura's bed, Bakura in MY bed (maybe it's the bedroom wallpaper - mine is designed to look like his shirt so it's striped blue and white), Ryou making pancakes happilly saying he found out how marvellous coffee can be when we're trying to write a report. I got up, walked downstairs and got hit in the head by my 200 year old encyclopedia, now I don't think I should have given Mokuba sugar last night. This is the proof it began to kick in. Now I'm done for. If Seto finds out, I'll never get money as a babysitter again, it's good enough he enthrusted me with his "precious little brother". Precious little brat he is. At least on sugar. *sigh*

Strangely, I also found a pair of knickers in my (*gasp*) wardrobe (not Bakura's, mine, when I wanted to get dressed ). Blue knickers. With duckies. And when I threatened to throw them in the incinerator, I don't think Atemu (Yami) had jumped that high in his life. Now Bakura has been teasing him all day, calling him "Ducky Ass". *snicker*

It creeps me out how I can put up with these guys (excludind Bakura dearest and Ryou sweetie <3) everyday. Yami insists in making my life hell, he last time I saw Mokuba he had my black lace panties on his head and he was singing "YMCA", Tea spilt her nail polish on my persian carpet, Joey insists on wearing a SUIT and being called "T3H M4N" (WITH the numbers), Bakura almost ripped Marik's head off when Marik said he slept in a girl's bed and now Marik's resting due to major concussion (who wouldn't, after being hit with a mallet...), I'm in need of a dictionary to search the word "ffhghslaarghz" that Rebecca has been saying everyday since she got her braces installed and now Yami says there isn't any toilet paper left. If this keeps up I'm gonna need a psychiatrist. Luckily, I have my evil sex-god Bakura to cuddle when I'm in that sort of need and Ryou to calm me down (and lately, make me pancakes).

Still, my birthday is coming up and my friends Erin and Yokoshii are planning something. they refuse to tell me and I'm boiling up inside of curiousity. Now Yuna and Trista also insist on making my life hell by planning even more things...

(give me presents for my birthday! <3)
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Friday, September 3, 2004

A REAL post. XD
Hey hey...I know I wasted space in putting up a post with only my quiz thinger. Anywho. I'd like to remind that my poetry is located at http://allpoetry.com/poets/Hypnotic%20Haze. For those who want to read more, please go and COMMENT!!x3 *cough* Yes, thank you.

Anyway, I'm pretty happy. I came back from the supermarket with CD-Rs and a new Discman (just temporary, until I get my iPod for my birthday in... 10 DAYS! *_* ). My old one was:

Scratched
The reading lens was broken (so all my songs sounded like sheep or kitties being awfully murdered. Ew.)
I had lost the battery lid so the batteries kept popping out (like some Viagra-ed man's...."lower part". =___= )

Bakura's too happy for my liking. Since yeserday he's been walking around in his egyptian original body and he hasn't killed anyone or broken anything and...( the most surprising fact of all) HE HASN'T HURT ANYONE OR STOLEN ANYTHING. I begin to grow suspicious of a more horrible operation having procedeed without my knowledge. But normally he tells me anything (even if it is under torture. I begin to grow a liking with tying someone with a rope and pending from the ceiling, serving as a beating bag for my trusty whip *snickers*), so why would he hide it from me? Whatever it is, I sure hope he doesn't get life. We'll have to make the ceremony in jail and I don't think I can cooperate with common thieves (for my Bakura is an elitist thief. The best ever. ^^ ).

Whatever. XD Just SIGN MY GUESTBOOK! MBUWAHAHAHAHA -

Chuu & Monik - *whack her in the head with a frying pan*

X_@ WTFFFFF....*falls unconscious*
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Degree

The University of Blogging Presents to Midnight Seraphim An Honorary Bachelor of Self Portraiture Majoring in Psychotic Ranting Signed Dr. GoQuiz.com ®

Username:

Blogging Degree
From Go-Quiz.com


YAAAY! I have a degree in Psychotic Ranting... *is proud of self*

By the way, thank you everyone who signed my guestbook - your sites rock too, I hope I typed that in YOUR guestbooks. x3
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Thursday, September 2, 2004

   EEP! SORRY! *le gasp*
I apologize for my lack of patience to write entries in this. I've been too busy lately, wedding preparations and all...YES! I shall marry Bakura December 14th!!

And my friend Marisa, or Suzuka Shin, was kind to remind me it was Ryou's birthday today. Although my present wasn't quite what you can call "ethical", I'm sure he didn't think it was that bad. And no, it wasn't an object. *cough*

Hrm. Again, my apologies for being a lazy asshole and never writing, I've been on vacation too, Mexico was BEYOND boring (thank god in Cozumel the hotel computer was free of charge...*evil laughter* Too bad I overloaded their AOL ^^;;) so once I arrived at 10 am on Tuesday I went Speedy Gonzalez straight to the computer...Amusing? No. Ordinary? No. My daily routine? By Jove, yes. x3

Once again, once I finish drawing my purdy wedding dress I'll upload it and paste it here. I hope. If god damned photobucket starts working again. XP
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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

The Joke's On You- poem
The Joke's on You

Blood red streams
Last breath screams
Echoing shrieks
Of a dying pearl

I used to love you
I used to want you
Be all day with you
Until that cold last day

Raining and thunder
Cool-blooded hunger
The fangs of a wolf
Asleep within me.

It wasn't my fault!
Don't you dare blame me!
Have you ever wondered
The words you said to me?

The tears I contained
The screams I silenced.
Just for the sake
Of being with you…

Why did I love you?!
Why did I want you?!
Why did I ever
Want to be all day with you?!

You're just another one
A cold-blooded killer
Well, this time too bad.
The joke's on you.

You never really thought
Of this innocent little lamb
As a cold vicious wolf
Preparing for the kill

For so long I waited
Through insults and jokes
Too bad you're not here…
This joke would have been a killer.

Are you still upset?
Are you still mad?
'Cause I'm making fun of you
After you're dead?

Why won't you laugh?
Don't you love to do so?
Or did you just like to laugh
Just because you knew
This innocent little lamb
Would never turn on you?

Just look at yourself.
How the tides shifted.
Well, this time too bad.
The joke's on you.

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Vanish- poem
Vanish

How many times
Have you heard before
Words of rejection
Words of a whore

Why don't you just shut your eyes
Cover your ears from every word
Don't worry, you won't miss anything…
You will only miss this world

Dying flowers
Putrid scents
Fading remains
Of an ancient essence

All in a bottle
Of pure thin glass
So fragile
So breakable…

No I'm not here.
Don't you remember one single tear?
The day I was gone
The night I vanished
Was I just a simple fetish?

Now I can't take even one insult!
Not one word that you may call!
Because in the end, I don't care about you…
I don't care about you at all…

Why do you try?
Why do you talk?
Stay silent,
Your mouth is shut…
Your lips are tight, although warm and soft…

Couldn't you hear me
Before I was gone?
The words I let out
Through my song:

"You are nothing!"
To you I said…
You should have been the one
To vanish into air…
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