I hate Dagordrama.

I hate the fact that I can't talk to half of the people in NOD without them accusing me of something or other.

I hate the fact that whatever I apparently did was usually done carelessly, but yet it's seen as malicious.

I hate the fact that it only hit in full force at the start of my Senior year, and that it couldn't have waited or come earlier.

I hate overreacting to everything because of stress.

I hate fluctuating between sensitive and impervious to insult.

I hate confusion, anger, and sudden emotional explosions that do nothing but make me bitter.

I hate Dagordrama.

Dearest Nim,

I know I've often complained about minor things in the past but I have to say that I love you right now.

Thank you so much for bringing me one of the few people who could have completely made my day. Granted, your timing was a little off, but this is the first time out of two that I'll get to see Rakek this week.

It was a beautiful thing you did. And when you said "I have a surprise for you", and I had a hunch that it was him, it was still no less wonderful seeing you two on my porch.

Thank again.

Much love,
Iz'tel

I'm not entirely sure of how to word this...

Is it bad that when I see cutesy FaceBook statuses, filled with lyrics about waves crashing or the wind in someone's hair, I have the sudden urge to smash someone's head into the ground?

I've been wanting to knock sense into this one person for a while. They seem to believe that all of life is set to a John Mayer song, that everyone can and will be won over by the word "love". That life is nothing but a dance through a patch of de-thorned roses. That all the bills can be paid with poetry and cake.

They surround themselves with people who believe the same thing, and who would act shocked and horrified if I ever tried to execute such a plan.

After all, cynicism is not welcome in this little group of star-eyed optimists!

That might shatter their precious illusions that a loft in a low-rent area will not, in fact, catch you a prince charming.

But are these illusions a part of life? Could they happen? Am I just being pessimistic in the extreme?

Or is my bleak view of life the better focus? After all, Colin Mochrie--yes, that Colin Mochrie, and yes, I know I might be undermining my point somewhat--once said:
 "I am such a pessimist that every project has surpassed what I envisioned."

Why be disappointed by your outcome when you could be pleasantly surprised by the truth?

Nim, Nathan, if either of you have any opinions on this, I'd love to hear them.

A record of misunderstandings. Set on the rides to Nova's house and home, and written in D&D format.

10:30 pm: We leave for the afterparty in the box. Morgrim and Surg are in the front; Gix, Nim and I are in the back.
10:32: We attempt to leave, anyway. Danni, Kaocyde and Gretchen are not yet in their truck.
10:35: They are now in the truck. We can leave.
10:36: Surg says it might be a good idea to turn the engine on if we want to go anywhere.
10:37: We're actually out of the parking lot and following Kaocyde's truck.
10:43: It's ridiculously difficult to follow the truck. They keep getting through yellow lights faster than we do.
10:47: This would not be a problem if we hadn't just run a red light in front of a cop.
10:48: No lights, though. I think we're good. We turn a couple of corners and get caught at a red light in front of a Sunoco.
10:49: ...fuck. Red and blue lights.
10:50: Not just red and blue lights, though. Five sets of red and blue lights.
10:51: We're fucked.
10:52: A cop approaches Morgrim's window and tells him to roll it down. There is something that bears an uncomfortable resemblance to a gun in his hand (the cop's, not Morgrim's).
10:53: "Put your hands on the wheel, sir." Fuck.
10:54: "Why're you dressed like that? Is this your car? Are you going to a party? Is that a mask?"
10:55: Morgrim fields all the questions admirably. Meanwhile, a female cop comes over to question Nim and I.
10:56: Nim hands over her permit so the cop can examine it. Two cops take down the license and registration numbers of the box.
10:57: The cops go back to their car to compare something. Gix cannot resist making a joke about crack. We hurriedly shut him up, lest he get us in more trouble than we already are.
10:59: The cop who had the gun returns, and apologizes for the inconvenience.
11:00 pm: Uh, what?
11:01: The cop, sans gun, explains that the box has the same license plate number as a car that had been stolen in Minnesota a couple of weeks earlier.  We're off the hook, says he, because our car has Delaware tags and a different registration number. He fails to mention that he was suspicious because of our paint. We get ready to leave.
11:03: Nim and I frantically signal the cop back, as he had forgotten to give her back her permit.
11:15: We arrive at Nova's party and share our tale.
12:33 am: On the way home after Nova's party, Morgrim suddenly asks, "Who the fuck would want to steal a box?"

Abjuration:
Northshield

Conjuration:
TBD--One of Jen's

Divination:
Clarity

Enchantment:
Silverspell

Evocation:
TBD--One of Jen's

Illusion:
Clandestine

Necromancy:
Maradus

Transmutation:
TBD--One of Jen's

More copypasta from a conversation with the wonderful Nimtheriel:

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Copy-pasted from a conversation with Jen:

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Comments, suggestions and critcisms are welcome.

...I'll be living vicariously through my darling Jen for the next couple of weeks.

It's because I'm the goddamn Batman.

Rather, the goddamn Yenta.

Hoorah for matchmaking!

Disclaimer: This list was cowritten with Nimtheriel Renor'ath during two hours of boredom.  Any inaccuracies are unintentional.

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