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|Thursday, August 11th, 2005|
Alright, I left my office for one moment and my favorite pen and stationary is missing. Which means one of two things; either this is part of the conspiracy by the plants and the windows to completely ruin my job or someone sneaked into my office and took them. If you did, fess up now or face the wrath of my sharp, pointy stick! Current Mood: annoyed
|Sunday, August 7th, 2005|
The Fullmetal shrimp is MINE, Four Eyes. Why don't you go have glasses!sex with that emo bookworm chick? As for Flaming... well, we can share, I guess, but I don't think he likes me anymore.
Maybe if I turn into Havok...
Anyway, step off, bitch. Fullmetal = property of Envy. Nyaaaah. :P
(On a side note to the REAL Winry, I think I'll come up to your place for a visit with nothing but the
purest intentions. Care to put up with me for a few days? ^_~) Current Mood: predatory
|Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005|
The odd little man with glasses informed me that I should speak to a Sheska about the Library
and whether or not it is still intact
. Can anyone tell me where to find her?
|Monday, August 1st, 2005|
I'm so hot. And you know it.
Anyone wanna join my harem? 8D
|Monday, June 27th, 2005|
Finally arrived at Central!
After lots of asking about, I finally arrived at Central.
Why are there suddenly so many females fainting on the street?
Never mind, I need to find someone who has got a lot of books...
|Sunday, June 19th, 2005|
Before I die...
Splody transmuted me into a bomb because he didn't want to give in to his burning desire for me. How this helps him, I don't know, but now I can make innuendos about myself. Happy times! Unfortunately, this also means that I can't get laid. I'll be back, though, you hot bastard. Mark my wor--
*asplodes* Current Mood: bomb-y
My head hurts ._. I hope I haven't gone weird again... Brother said I caused a lot of trouble when I was younger...
Anyway, my name is Scar. My brother died in the war, and I'm sure it wasn't the alchemist's fault and that he's really a nice person deep down, so I've been trying to make it on my own.
I'd also appreciate it if nobody hit me, because Brother said I tend to be... strange when that happens.
Oh, dear. Was I already like that? I'm so sorry if I was.
|Wednesday, June 15th, 2005|
I'm here to pick up my books. The ones with explosions so detailed you can almost hear
Please forgive the fact that I am half-naked. I had a... run-in with Scar. The nymphomaniac one, not the pretentious religious idiot.
I am also soaked, as there was a very small rainstorm above my house when I left.
So. Um. What exactly can
your glasses do?
|Tuesday, June 14th, 2005|
I have some sparkly nailpolish for you! And this lovely hairclip that I think you'll love. Current Mood: happy
Oh well...I'm giving up, those two are nowhere to be found, I guess I should just continue on my own.*sigh*
I heard a place called 'Central' here in Amestris, and there was a big library there, so...does anyone know where this Central is?
Or can anyone guide me to it? Current Mood: .....
|Sunday, June 12th, 2005|
I'm so confused :(
My glasses snapped in two again, so I was forced to leave the safety of my house and buy some masking tape to repair them. Stumbling along blindly to the nearest drugstore, who should I collide with but
the girl I secretly love
Winry! I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die even more than I usually do! She hit me in the face with her wrench and called me a stupid four-eyed klutz who'll watch where I'm going in the future if I know what's good for me. :( I figured as much, but I still started crying and apologizing for being such a failure... and then a strange thing happened.
Winry started crying too, and then she hugged
me and said she was sorry, she was just in a bad mood because Ed was being mean to her and has shown her once and for all that men are heartless bastards and it's me she really loves. Then she took me home and made me new frames for my glasses that are mechanical and can... do some things that I never knew glasses were capable of doing. But I don't want to talk about what we did in detail because it's embarrassing. :(
She left, but she said she'll be back often. I still can't get over the shock of someone not hating me.
|Thursday, June 9th, 2005|
An open letter ^_^
Dear Fake "Me":
You are not me. You will never be me. You are DOWNRIGHT PATHETIC at being me. Don't try and act like I didn't see you with the Hughes spawn the other day. Like I didn't totally find you two eating together in front of that ice cream parlor across the street from the tool shop.
You didn't even choose a flavor I liked.
Like I didn't see you BEING NICE to her.
You make me sick.
The REAL Me Current Mood: angry
Awww. Alphonse threw himself over a cliff.
Hey, other-me? I forgive you for being a pretentious wanker, alright? Since I'm a lumberjack and won't be cashing in on your 'messenger of God' deal, so is it alright if you don't kill me?
And can we get laid?
|Monday, June 6th, 2005|
Today, I looked up the word 'wangst' in the dictionary, having heard it used in conversation.
To my suprise, Alphonse Elric's picture was next to it.
Huh. Who would've thought?
Other than me. Current Mood: blah
I am not looking for companionship.
However, if I know you, and you will not try to get me in bed or in the ground, I am willing to share a few drinks.
|Sunday, June 5th, 2005|
You know, I actually hate the desert. It's full of sand, which is coarse and rough and gets everywhere. Unlike you.
I'm pretty sure this is a sucky metaphor, isn't it? Anyway, I'd like to discuss the future.
First off, I'm going to do anything possible to get you a new, organic body so we can, ah, consumate our love. -_^ Do not say that it is not possible, for it IS! I shall do anything so that we can stay together... always!
Second, I hope you don't mind if I'm all that loyal when it comes to, ah, fleshly matters. TRUE LOVE IS FOR ONE PERSON... but lust tends to drag you into wild orgies.
Which isn't a bad thing.
Thirdly, I'm giving up on my mission from God. Yeah, I never wanted to be 'God's messenger, anyway. I always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Swinging through the trees of Northren Drachma!
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day!
But that's not the point. Current Mood: horny
Across the big desert!
I looked around. Everything was a yellow-ish brown. Seems like a coal mine town, I really hope this is the Amestris I've been looking for. After months of water-saving and walking. Walking another few miles doesn't sound very good to me.
Then I saw a sign, and on it, were the words I want to see most at this time.
Welcome to Amestris.
Yay! So no more walking!
I looked around for young master.
Oh no. He's gone again. So that means walking few more miles again. Sigh.
|Friday, June 3rd, 2005|
I seem to be lucky so far. I haven't run into any of these clones that have been running around. And as far as I can tell, there's no freaky clone of me running around
And I can't find my subordinates anywhere. I mean, you'd think they'd be around here somewhere
, but they're not.
Where the hell did Al go now? ::sigh::
I hope he's not off in a corner angsting somewhere...although he has a good reason to..
What kind of older brother am I? I pressure him into making the biggest mistake of our lives, almost get him killed, and then put him in a tin can.
He must hate me. I bet that's why he ran away again.
Oh well. He'll get over it.
Anyone seen the Colonel around lately? There's something that I've got to, umn, tell him.
Could it be?
Have I at last found a soul understanding of my own? I remember meeting the scarred man, so long ago. But did I really meet him? I dare not trust my memories to be true. For all I know, I was created only yesterday with a head full of false memories that say I am someone named Alphonse Elric. An empty soul tied to an empty suit of armor. What is there to prove the truth? I have not seen the body of the one called Alphonse Elric. Only in my distant memories do I even recall having a human body.
O, to feel the touch of flesh once more. I yearned for it so.
And now, it has come at last. The outreaching of another that has touched upon the darkened wasteland of my soul. I have met the scarred man once again. And he understand me wholly. Enough so that he dares to touch the cold metal that encases me. But does he comprehend how deeply his actions effect me? That he sparks a light in what was once nothing but darkness? For him, I have written something very special. I slaved over it for hours to ensure it was perfect for him.I can see upon your face
The scar that touches deep into your very soul
And it is that suffering
Which you bear
Which we share
I lost my body
You lost your family
Together we shall be
Till we suffer no more
O, if only this body were capable of shedding but one tear! Be it of sadness. Be it of joy.
Though, can a hollow being such as me really feel love? Or is this merely another fabrication of the one who made me this way? Afterall, I can not even summon familial love for my brother any longer. Not since he abandoned me
so very long ago. I he so ashamed of my existance that he cannot be seen with me in a public place? Does he not trust me to be at his side? He is the last family I have left and he shuns me!
But, perhaps now that I have found someone who truely understands me, perhaps my soul can heal.