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Age: 20
Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States
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Latest Journal Entry: How does this shit work again?   February 10, 2012, 03:58pm

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ABOUT ME
Howdy. I'm Narci. No that is not my given and legal name, and no you will probably never learn what my given name is unless we become very close. Narci is however a real name and it is mine so please don't act like I'm denying you something important.
Its about time I gave this section a complete overhaul, so here it goes:
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was a pretty and innocent child who lived in a small and famous city in the world's greatest nation. She was given everything she ever wanted and what she did not have she did not miss. Life was very good for this little girl and she was quite aware of that fact.
Years went by and the little girl grew up. Santa crossed her name off of his list, the tooth fairy had no more teeth to collect and her parents didn't love each other anymore. The young lady understood that this was how things must be even though she still wished for her recently lost youth.
More years passed and the young lady grew bitter and the angst of teenage years set in like a long frost on the young girls heart. Her long standing eccentricities grew more and more outspoken and soon she found herself part of a world she had long shielded her eyes from.
More years passed and the young lady became a young woman and the young woman became a scholar. She left her old habits behind and picked up her books. The young woman's self confidence allowed her to enjoy many different things with many different people and her faith allowed her to take the bad things in life with a grain of salt. She no longer got everything she wanted or even everything she needed but although the young woman was now poor she was rich in the things that are more important in life.

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
The most important thing in my life is God and His Son Jesus Christ. I grew up knowing that there was a God who loved me but I never really understood how much until recently. I strayed from his hand and began doing drugs and all sorts of other terrible things. My countenance changed and I was uneasy and different. It took me time but I soon realized what it was, I was not saved, I had thrown away my Salvation for parties and a boy who didn't love me. I concurred that I had done far too much to ever be clean again, to ever be loved again, I felt like a dead end. But one night I asked God to help me if there was even a chance of my repentance being accepted. And he did, that night I was saved and I changed everything in my life. I threw out the drugs and alcohol, I made a vow to be pure and I was finally back in the hands of my Savior and my Father. That He could still love me after something like that still makes me teary eyed. And I am eternally grateful to Him. If you have differing ideas/understandings/opinions on religion etc please do not persecute me for mine as you will find me quite civil to you.

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I like a lot of stuff.
Muse
P.O.D.
Korn
5FDP
Nirvana
Disturbed
Dethklok
Slipknot
The Distillers
Modest Mouse
The Decemberists
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Death Cab for Cutie
Freezepop
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MY LIKES
JESUS.
music. hemp. summer. sleep. mint. reading. anime. my laptop. blogging. writing. the juggalo i met as a freshman. hands. drawing. waking up at 1 or 2 pm and having no one home so i can sit in the semi-dark drink monster, burn insense and listen to nirvana. online friends. used to like spending hours on rs.com late at night chating and training. public buses. people watching. The Doctor. David Tennant. British Television. Science Fiction.
STAR WARS
MY DISLIKES
RANDOM ADDS
family. school. people who mess with my people. sterotypes. public buses. drug addicts. breaking in new pants. all my friends ex's unless i knew them first. stretchy jeans. the quality of hoodies now-a-days. the quality of shoes now-a-days. dieting. my fits of anger.
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fieldmouse

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Feb 10, 2012, 10:17pm
Sometimes I get really anti-ship though. Like I refuse to ship a character with anyone. Or I just can't see it at all. I don't mean against a particular ship, I mean sometimes I really want a character to be alone.

I still don't know how John is going to fit into my fic because I don't ship him with anyone but Sherlock, I mean, I just can't.
But I ship Sherlock/Freddie so hard.
I can imagine John in the TARDIS. But that's about it.

I'm like that with my Psychology schoolwork, too. lol

I didn't knoow you were scared of spiders. hmm
I was telling Marth when he was here about my cousin, she saw a snake on TV at a friend's house, ran out screaming, tripped and knocked herself out.
And I was telling him how I think I'm super-terrified of things and then I just snap out of it because it's not worth the fuss.

Like when I was 12-ish I thought I was scared of spiders, and then there was one in the girls changing room at school and everyone was screaming so I just picked it up and put it outside.

Or when I was 10 I was scared of the dark and ghosts/etc., and we'd have dance practice on Sunday and in the breaks we'd go to this windowless room in the place and tell ghost stories, and then we decided to shut each other in, one by one, and you had to stay in there until you were scared.
So all the girls would start screaming and hammering on the door after 20 seconds, so when it was my turn I just sat in there bored until they thought I'd been murdered and opened the door to check.

It's not even the fuss, I think I'm afraid to show fear.

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krampus

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Feb 10, 2012, 04:01pm
A big stretched out twat.

krampus

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Feb 10, 2012, 03:52pm
Ok! Lol

Well your friend is a stupid ass hole

krampus

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Feb 10, 2012, 03:50pm
You know what I mean '-.-

krampus

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Feb 10, 2012, 03:47pm
Like I fandom ncis? LOl

krampus

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Feb 10, 2012, 04:05am
Don't make fun of me or be mean. But, what's fandom? I read your journal. And I have similiar things and issues with friends

fieldmouse

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Feb 09, 2012, 09:38pm
I totally missed this comment because Marth commented me and then commented me again apologizing for his spelling and grammar mistakes.

The loveliest thing is that if I make more errors than usual in a comment, he worries about me and realizes I'm upset but hiding it.

I'm not big on theories since Moffat. I don't even lovehate Moffat, I just hate him. His writing is bad. A lot of the time he tries too hard.

I just read this fic and it restored my faith in the Sherlock fanfic writers of the world.

Marth said he'd watch the first episode of The Hour to see if he liked it and my response was:

"BUT ANDREW SCOTT IS IN THE THIRD EPISODE AND HE'S ALL "I'M SO GAAAAAAAY." AND TOUCHES FREDDIE'S FACE.

Bel is great in the first episode though. Before she goes all bitchy and doesn't appreciate Freddie for the wonderful person he is and spoilerspoilerspoiler.

I ship everyone. cry
I'm telling you these now in case you do watch it:
Freddie/Bel, Freddie/Isaac, Freddie/ANDREWSCOTT, Freddie/Lix, Lix/Suzie, Lix/Isaac, Suzie/Isaac, Angus/that other man whose name I can't remember.

I ship Hector with death because I hate him hate him hate him.

I ship Marnie with nobody because she needs to learn how to be independent. talk2hand

Don't even get me started on my crossover ships. rofl

I don't want Jack in the story, really. Because I just KNOW he would like Hector. And obviously Hector gets violently murdered because I triple hate him"

Oh, the last bit doesn't make sense to you. I'm working on the outline for a DW/The Hour/Sherlock crossover fic. Possibly of novella length.

I just got into Suits. I hate that the female characters are so transparent and a few other things irritate me, but I enjoy it overall although I don't ship anyone yet.

I'm really paranoid that I have an actual disorder sometimes. Like I avoid eye contact, which is associated with Autism, and I think "fuck, maybe I have aspergers"
But I think I avoid it because I used to have this really intense stare so in school all the boys thought I fancied them and all the girls thought I hated them. Or something. I got a lot of "what are you staring at?" when I just happened to glance up.

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fieldmouse

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Feb 08, 2012, 06:39pm
So glad I'm so young. rofl

I hate sleep. die

When I was friends with Tilly in secondary school we would both go in after the next episode of LOST and just shout theories at each other and get ridiculously fangirly. And with Stafford and before that, Jamie & Daniel, I'd discuss Doctor Who.

But now I've got nobody. sad

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fieldmouse

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Feb 07, 2012, 08:19pm
Whenever I finish a book I just feel so strange. It must be because I involve myself so much, and I get to know the characters, and then suddenly they just end.

Half the time I just wish someone would sit across the room from me and we could both read in comfortable silence.

I'm only an extrovert when I'm in fangirl mode.

I don't mind talking to my mum sometimes, but it's like tonight, she said she was going to have a cup of tea with me before she went to bed, so she came into my room, sat on the end of my bed with her tea and just didn't say anything. I felt like I was ignoring her if I used my laptop, but then I'd pay attention to her and she's just sat there silently.
It makes me feel so uncomfortable.

I don't have frightening dreams very often at all. hmm

Thanks. lol
Yeah. He's all 'we have to make plans so we don't get bored' and I'm like 'can't we just sit inside and read or something?'

So that might be a bit annoying. He's so used to having friends and going out, and I'm so used to being constantly alone and only leaving the house to buy books.

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fieldmouse

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Feb 07, 2012, 05:38am
I'm near the end. The illustrations are awesome, actually.

hug2death
I probably would do that, purely because I'm so comfortable in my solitude most of the time.
Fuck, I don't even know if I'm going to put up with Marth for a whole week. I don't want to get all snarky towards the end. But I probably will. sad

I don't really feel like that with TV. Definitely with books.

Uh, last night I dreamt I was on a date with someone random, and then sang an entire Blink-182 song. And then it skipped to a bit where I was walking about treetops knocking down snow with a stick. And then at the end of the dream, Santana & Britney from Glee were talking, and Santana was all "I can't help it. I love her" and then there was a flashback to Santana and Rachel wearing pretty dresses and sliding down some stairs.
rofl

I get kind of bored of talking to my mum all the time. But whatever. We're going to the library today if I ever get dressed.

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