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Wow, it's been awhile.
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June 14, 2003
Hello, World! I'm here again! Didja miss me? Huh?
Yes, I am back, the world's most cutest vampire. Ok, so my title is grammatically incorrect, but that's why I'm cute! Actually, my appearance is quite ugly, which is why I want to be a drag queen sometimes. Some people have all the luck! No, I'm cute because I'm so ignorant. Yes! I am a FREAK! Though I could be good looking if I maybe took a shower or combed my hair.
In other news, I made it to the next level on "Enter the Matrix" the other day. It only took me nearly eight hours of play to figure out that when you jump into the hole, you die. Which means you lose. If I ever make a video game, I'll be sure to make it so that you don't die when you jump off the cliff or the hole, or whatever, but you come back as an invincible vampire. So the point is to lose. Sort of. So you win if you lose.
Anyway, so back to my moment of glory.
I was playing away, after eight hours, and I finally got to the next level, in which you must find a phone for some reason. I never actually saw the movie, so I didn't know what the point of the game was, or who my character was (Louis says "Captain Naobi" but Lestat says "Your Momma Now Get Out.") but hell, it sure was fun to jump repeatedly off that cliff. Anyway, I made it to the next level and proceeded to do a victory dance, which involved snapping my fingers rapidly and making it rain rabbits. As I was twirling around in my storm of rabbits and feeling incredibly impressed with myself, I failed to notice that the game had not paused, and I was promptly killed. Which was not good, apparently. I was just about to start everything up again when the door opened and Lestat walked in with Cindy, although I have reason to believe that he was drunk, and she was as well. I could get him arrested for that, but because I could also be arrested for breaking and entering, I will say nothing.
If you are wondering as to why I am extremely coherent today, it has to do with that I just took my medication. Ritalin. It's good.
Ok, so because he was drunk, and she was, the two of them were acting in a fashion that should not be described because small children may find my diary some day and read it. It involved flirting. French style. Anyway, I was enjoying my storm of white rabbits, when I saw them and decided to hide behind the sofa. Which probably wasn't the smartest move. But hey, I had just been playing a video game for eight hours, which is scientifically proven to increase ADD, so I wasn't quite as intelligent as usual.
Don't anyone dare comment on that last statement.
So anyway, the two of them collapsed in a drunken heap on top of my hiding spot, ignoring the rabbits. My guess is if you were drunk, you would ignore all the white rabbits as well. Which brings me to my next point; why would anyone want to be drunk? I mean, really. I tried after the fact to ask Lestat, but he didn't give me a coherent response. Seriously, he would have to TRY to get drunk in order to do it since he's Undead and all. That means that in order to get a high alcohol content in his blood, he would have to find a victim with a high alcohol content in her blood, and proceed to drink her dry.
Anyway, to continue with my lovely story.
The two of them proceeded to make out on top of my lovely hiding place, and I was treated to a quite few lovely smooching sounds. Ick. It took me a few minutes to realize that I had left the video game on, and during this time, random symbols (I believe it's called the "Matrix Code") were flying down the screen. I believe the flashiness of this brilliant code caught Cindy's eye, as she began to giggle. I must say, it is hypnotic. I was actually staring at it so hard for one of those eight hours that I began to drool on myself. And the floor. Or perhaps it was the rabbits that were making her laugh. I don't know. All I know is that I was behind that couch listening to what was going on and seriously hoping that the two of them would leave the room or something, so I could gather my beloved rabbits and make an escape out the window and disappear in the crowds of New Orleans.
Figures that Lestat lives in New Orleans. Betcha he pulls the whole drunk thing at Mardi Gras. Ten bucks says he attempts to get stoned too.
Anyway, she saw the rabbit or the screen or something and began to giggle. It was a drunk type of girly giggle. Very innocent, I must say. Anyway, apparently Lestat became confused at this, or wasn't as drunk as she was, because he questioned her, but she continued to giggle. When he finally turned around, he noticed the screen. And I think he saw the rabbits. He must have been even more confused at this, because he got up to investigate the rabbits. I say this because I highly doubt Lestat would ever willingly end a make out session prematurely. He looked down first at the video game system on the floor, all spread out and messy, and not all neat like I had found it, and then he saw the rabbits. He stopped for a second, Cindy was no longer giggling. Now he was definitely curious.
I was panicking behind the couch.
"Louis? Are you here?"
Then a glimmer of hope came out of nowhere. He suspected Louis! He was too drunk to think, and he's not the brightest when sober if I do say so myself.
But then my luck ran out, as Louis was not home, and there was no answer. He then noticed the large puddle of drool on the floor.
"Mojo? Are you here?"
Oh, he was definitely drunk. He was talking to his dog. But there came no sound, and Cindy began to panic. Sort of. And I think this made Lestat more determined to find out who had drooled on the floor, because now Cindy wasn't up for doing whatever he had gotten her drunk to do.
At this point, the door opened again, and Louis entered the room with Mojo on a leash, while carrying a bag of what appeared to be food. Probably for both Cindy and Mojo.
"Lestat, what are all these white rabbits?"
Lestat blinked a few times.
"You mean. . .they exist?"
"Yes, they do. Are you drunk or something?"
Oh shoot, Louis was here. And he was sober. Now I was in trouble.
"What's going on here?" Shoot! Louis was curious!
"I would like to ask you the same question. You're video game is on, and there is a large puddle of drool." Lestat was becoming more sober by the minute.
"Not to mention several white rabbits. You mean you didn't find this strange?" Louis raised his eyebrows.
Now, I have allergies. I'm allergic to many French perfumes and colognes. I was actually doing very well considering the huge amount of scent coming off our two drunk lovers. But I really cannot abide dogs. Not only that, but the dog was growling about something. Perhaps he sensed my presence. Anyway, I began to sniffle lightly.
"I smell something strange. It smells actually like ducks and a dentist's office. And s'mores."
Great, Louie could sense me too. Now he walked over to the couch, Mojo continued to growl, and Cindy began to panic more. Everything grew silent. Some one faintly whispered "Oon. . .dough. . .twah. . ." or something. Maybe it was Italian. Or perhaps French. Anyway, and a hand flew out and grasped the collar of my cloak.
"Varney?" Louis stared at me in disbelief.
Needless to say, Lestat went ballistic, claiming that I was being a perv and spying on him, and Louis wanted to know what was going on and why I was in their house in New Orleans, and not in Los Angeles. And why I was playing his Matrix game. And had I erased his files.
Luckily for me I hadn't, so Louis simply shooed me off with a warning that what I had done was illegal, and with a basket of all my rabbits. I must have been quite a sight, in my dirty cloak that hasn't been washed since. . .uh. . . I forget, muddy hair (as usual) and a basket of rabbits. But I look like that always, so no big whoop.
So that was my weekend. I learned something. Breaking and entering is illegal. Even if you really want to play "Enter the Matrix." And I also learned that the French get really pissed if you break their make out sessions up. Even if you didn't mean to.
Anyone wanna buy a white rabbit?
*~* Sorry that took so long. More will come with reviews. *~*
June 14, 2003
Hello, World! I'm here again! Didja miss me? Huh?
Yes, I am back, the world's most cutest vampire. Ok, so my title is grammatically incorrect, but that's why I'm cute! Actually, my appearance is quite ugly, which is why I want to be a drag queen sometimes. Some people have all the luck! No, I'm cute because I'm so ignorant. Yes! I am a FREAK! Though I could be good looking if I maybe took a shower or combed my hair.
In other news, I made it to the next level on "Enter the Matrix" the other day. It only took me nearly eight hours of play to figure out that when you jump into the hole, you die. Which means you lose. If I ever make a video game, I'll be sure to make it so that you don't die when you jump off the cliff or the hole, or whatever, but you come back as an invincible vampire. So the point is to lose. Sort of. So you win if you lose.
Anyway, so back to my moment of glory.
I was playing away, after eight hours, and I finally got to the next level, in which you must find a phone for some reason. I never actually saw the movie, so I didn't know what the point of the game was, or who my character was (Louis says "Captain Naobi" but Lestat says "Your Momma Now Get Out.") but hell, it sure was fun to jump repeatedly off that cliff. Anyway, I made it to the next level and proceeded to do a victory dance, which involved snapping my fingers rapidly and making it rain rabbits. As I was twirling around in my storm of rabbits and feeling incredibly impressed with myself, I failed to notice that the game had not paused, and I was promptly killed. Which was not good, apparently. I was just about to start everything up again when the door opened and Lestat walked in with Cindy, although I have reason to believe that he was drunk, and she was as well. I could get him arrested for that, but because I could also be arrested for breaking and entering, I will say nothing.
If you are wondering as to why I am extremely coherent today, it has to do with that I just took my medication. Ritalin. It's good.
Ok, so because he was drunk, and she was, the two of them were acting in a fashion that should not be described because small children may find my diary some day and read it. It involved flirting. French style. Anyway, I was enjoying my storm of white rabbits, when I saw them and decided to hide behind the sofa. Which probably wasn't the smartest move. But hey, I had just been playing a video game for eight hours, which is scientifically proven to increase ADD, so I wasn't quite as intelligent as usual.
Don't anyone dare comment on that last statement.
So anyway, the two of them collapsed in a drunken heap on top of my hiding spot, ignoring the rabbits. My guess is if you were drunk, you would ignore all the white rabbits as well. Which brings me to my next point; why would anyone want to be drunk? I mean, really. I tried after the fact to ask Lestat, but he didn't give me a coherent response. Seriously, he would have to TRY to get drunk in order to do it since he's Undead and all. That means that in order to get a high alcohol content in his blood, he would have to find a victim with a high alcohol content in her blood, and proceed to drink her dry.
Anyway, to continue with my lovely story.
The two of them proceeded to make out on top of my lovely hiding place, and I was treated to a quite few lovely smooching sounds. Ick. It took me a few minutes to realize that I had left the video game on, and during this time, random symbols (I believe it's called the "Matrix Code") were flying down the screen. I believe the flashiness of this brilliant code caught Cindy's eye, as she began to giggle. I must say, it is hypnotic. I was actually staring at it so hard for one of those eight hours that I began to drool on myself. And the floor. Or perhaps it was the rabbits that were making her laugh. I don't know. All I know is that I was behind that couch listening to what was going on and seriously hoping that the two of them would leave the room or something, so I could gather my beloved rabbits and make an escape out the window and disappear in the crowds of New Orleans.
Figures that Lestat lives in New Orleans. Betcha he pulls the whole drunk thing at Mardi Gras. Ten bucks says he attempts to get stoned too.
Anyway, she saw the rabbit or the screen or something and began to giggle. It was a drunk type of girly giggle. Very innocent, I must say. Anyway, apparently Lestat became confused at this, or wasn't as drunk as she was, because he questioned her, but she continued to giggle. When he finally turned around, he noticed the screen. And I think he saw the rabbits. He must have been even more confused at this, because he got up to investigate the rabbits. I say this because I highly doubt Lestat would ever willingly end a make out session prematurely. He looked down first at the video game system on the floor, all spread out and messy, and not all neat like I had found it, and then he saw the rabbits. He stopped for a second, Cindy was no longer giggling. Now he was definitely curious.
I was panicking behind the couch.
"Louis? Are you here?"
Then a glimmer of hope came out of nowhere. He suspected Louis! He was too drunk to think, and he's not the brightest when sober if I do say so myself.
But then my luck ran out, as Louis was not home, and there was no answer. He then noticed the large puddle of drool on the floor.
"Mojo? Are you here?"
Oh, he was definitely drunk. He was talking to his dog. But there came no sound, and Cindy began to panic. Sort of. And I think this made Lestat more determined to find out who had drooled on the floor, because now Cindy wasn't up for doing whatever he had gotten her drunk to do.
At this point, the door opened again, and Louis entered the room with Mojo on a leash, while carrying a bag of what appeared to be food. Probably for both Cindy and Mojo.
"Lestat, what are all these white rabbits?"
Lestat blinked a few times.
"You mean. . .they exist?"
"Yes, they do. Are you drunk or something?"
Oh shoot, Louis was here. And he was sober. Now I was in trouble.
"What's going on here?" Shoot! Louis was curious!
"I would like to ask you the same question. You're video game is on, and there is a large puddle of drool." Lestat was becoming more sober by the minute.
"Not to mention several white rabbits. You mean you didn't find this strange?" Louis raised his eyebrows.
Now, I have allergies. I'm allergic to many French perfumes and colognes. I was actually doing very well considering the huge amount of scent coming off our two drunk lovers. But I really cannot abide dogs. Not only that, but the dog was growling about something. Perhaps he sensed my presence. Anyway, I began to sniffle lightly.
"I smell something strange. It smells actually like ducks and a dentist's office. And s'mores."
Great, Louie could sense me too. Now he walked over to the couch, Mojo continued to growl, and Cindy began to panic more. Everything grew silent. Some one faintly whispered "Oon. . .dough. . .twah. . ." or something. Maybe it was Italian. Or perhaps French. Anyway, and a hand flew out and grasped the collar of my cloak.
"Varney?" Louis stared at me in disbelief.
Needless to say, Lestat went ballistic, claiming that I was being a perv and spying on him, and Louis wanted to know what was going on and why I was in their house in New Orleans, and not in Los Angeles. And why I was playing his Matrix game. And had I erased his files.
Luckily for me I hadn't, so Louis simply shooed me off with a warning that what I had done was illegal, and with a basket of all my rabbits. I must have been quite a sight, in my dirty cloak that hasn't been washed since. . .uh. . . I forget, muddy hair (as usual) and a basket of rabbits. But I look like that always, so no big whoop.
So that was my weekend. I learned something. Breaking and entering is illegal. Even if you really want to play "Enter the Matrix." And I also learned that the French get really pissed if you break their make out sessions up. Even if you didn't mean to.
Anyone wanna buy a white rabbit?
*~* Sorry that took so long. More will come with reviews. *~*