Sooo... I figure, since there seems so much holiday cheer to be around, that maybe there are crumbles of christmas cookies or some bauble-shards even for me. ;) Besides, I love my school (hogwarts_elite ) to death, and my fellow students even more, so participating in anything having to do with it, is gooood for me and fun on top. Maybe even cherry. [/random sillyness]

( Here we go: ) 

Make a wish public post on your journal with a list of 10 things that you would want from an LJ friend. The items can be anything, from graphics and e-cards, to real things that you would receive in the mail. Anyone who thinks that they would be able to help with any of those items can comment on the post.

1. Cards. Lots of cards. Preferably Snail Mail, but I’ll also take e-cards. :D I love to know there are people out there, outside LJ... Wait. Is there a RL outside LJ? Sometimes I forget...

2. Ravenclaw lore. In whatever form you like. Links, sent books, essays, Curious Things You Did Which Are Somehow Bronze And Blue, anything. I love odd bits and ends.^^

3. Sigtags! Preferably with something in muted colours (you know, this distinguished yet beautiful thing :), with Pre-Rafaelites or some such. And yes, I know. I’m a snob. That’s why I’m a Ravenclaw. :)

4. Cookies. You bake and there’s some leftover? We wouldn’t want that to spoil, hm? So what about sending it to me? Me loves cookies. Srsly. And they even needn’t contain crack. Which only would complicate customs. And if that’s a problem, I’ll take cool recipes, too. So I can think of you while I bake and eat them myself. :)

5. Shamelessly snatched from Silyara: Digital versions of the HP-books. So I can love and cherish them forever wherever I go (so long I have my USB-stick on me).

6. Native specialties. Is there something special to eat, know, wear whatever in your home country/region/city/village? You wanna share with me? Splendid! You are gorgeous! :)

7. Fanfic with my favourite Snape-pairings: Snupin, Snarry, Snucius, Snaco or (gasp!) Snermione. Oh yesss. I wantssss Sssseverussss. *evil hiss* [/morbid :D]

8. Pamper me. Post a hug, a kiss, a Ten Things I Like About You, a Virtual I Would Bath You In Milk With Roses On Top, or a real trip to a nice spa, if you can spare the money.^^ Spoil me. I know I deserve it. ;)

9. Send me a pun. I love puns. Especially long ones, say, like that Rowan Atkinson sketch ‘No one called Jones’. Or ‘Schoolmaster’. Puerile in the extreme, yes. But oh, I laugh and giggle every time. Make me laugh. I’ll make you smile in return. Trust me. ;)

10. So. Turns out I don’t have that many wishes. Am I happy, then? Not yet. Surprise me. Everything goes, as they say. ^^

After not updating my journal for 17 weeks (... don't ask.), I discovered something so horrible my heart nearly stilled: My gmx-account, may his spam-filters be cursed into the 10th generation, filtered some responses I got from LJ-posts. And what did I discover there? A sweet inquiry from kianaajadein about where I have been which I never replied to. Because spam-filters hate me. *buries head in shame*

So, Hillary: Sorry!! *grovels* Taht amrek, ya amira. What may I do to atone?

Much love,
Naurael

I did it. Today was my last exam, at 10 in the morning, and I was a wreck. Totally gone bonkers. I jogged up and down our hall, repeatedly, to come down a bit - otherwise I would have screamed. And now... Now it's over. And all that angst was for naught, because you know what? Besides being funny, my grade is goddam good - 1.0 being the best and 4.0 the worst to achieve, I scored 1.23. Now this is a number I won't forget ever. *is proud*

Somehow, I'm just... empty now. It's not real yet that six years of study are at an end. Maybe I will even do a happy dance when it registers. But now I'm just tired, and glad that it's over. And... I'm feeling serene. Today was a lovely day, after 12 o'clock so utterly... relaxed. Nothing pressing to read, no exam looming in the not-so-distant future, no excerpts to be made... Bliss. Utter Bliss.

I think I will check out H_E now and then go to bed. I'm tired. And content. I nearly forgot how that feels.

Sorry to all I didn't respond to. The day after tomorrow is my oral (and last) exam for my master.

I'm so doomed.

I want to cry.

I want it over.

I want it to be good, but I fear that it won't be. And then what?

I want to cry.

Couldn't resist... So there are two:

My Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom is: Harry gets pregnant by Salazar Slytherin in a submarine Get your Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom

My Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom is: Severus Snape is killed by the resurrected Lily Potter in a scene J K Rowling wept as she wrote Get your Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom

Seems I'm doomed for blue, hm? ;)



Curiously enough, on a scale of 0-100, it placed me also as 69-Gryffindor (the implications of that one are somewhat naughty, no? XD), 54-Hufflepuff and 71-Slytherin... And funnily enough, as I went back to my sorting, I found that it was quite similar to the result of that meme. Except that I didn't have that much Hufflepuff my Gryffindor-score was somewhat higher. But well, so was I when I wrote my app. So no harm done. ;)

Although... I'm not sure if I want to be remembered for being of the same house as Potter's and Weasley's "objects of affection"... My little feminist bristles about that, although my brain begins a running commentary on how absolutely canon such a statement is - we don't know anything about Ravenclaw, and since everything is told from Harry's POV... Ah, yes. Ravenclaw. Thought so. ;D

Ah. I like that picture.

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Stalking along the fields, wielding a thorned whip, cometh Naurael! And she gives a low howl: "I'm going to pierce a hole in you the size of God!"

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So positively medieval, don't you think? XD

So You've Decided You Want To Become A Goth...



Oh. *wipes eyes* That was nice. I'm told it's old, but I just found it and it's so... mwahaha!


On an entirely different note: I did it. I wrote my exam today. And although I stood there, crying a bit, before it started (how pathetic is that, I ask you?), I think, maybe, I did ok. But my best friend didn't. And I went totally wrong about consolating her. Now I'm torn - but somehow happy, too. I really feared this exam. And I'm by no means free of that fear now, because the inevitable failing will occur. It didn't with my Germanistic exam, but it will. Someday soon. I feel it.

And maybe, after getting some good, solid hours of sleep, I will be able to write actual sentences once more.

*nods off*

Yesterday evening, I had to read a book from the 17th century for my exam. I read on happily, background facts pouring from my mind with every sentence, and after four pages I felt reassured. And now, just a few minutes ago, I hummed happily to myself at the prospect of reading german type again when I accompany my mother to her physiotherapy.

Odd. Decidedly odd. But maybe like the other incident it shows that maybe, I really do have an aptitude for this stuff?

Dzz.

And what about the oddity of sharing unimportant facts with my flist and boring them to tears?

Memo to myself: Don't try to catch attention so much. The insight that you are an attention-whore won't do any good if you don't act about it and try to make amendments. /end memo

Exam. For German literature. Next monday. I didn't start early enough to learn. I hate it. I don't want to do it. Stress has me on an creative-intellectual high with rapid-firing synapses and periodical breakdowns, and that doesn't even begin to describe the emotional roller coaster. I termed it 'Chicken mode' when I wrote my master's thesis. Which I don't know anything about result-wise until now.

Ergh. Sorry to everyone to whom I didn't respond. I know, that's normal for me, but right now, I have an actual reason. We say "Galgenhumor" in German, is there an English equivalent like "Gallow's humour" or some such?

And besides all that, my grandmother went to hospital. Should she come out of it alive, I would be rather surprised. Such is life. Or death, more accurately. Galgenhumor, as I said.

Which doesn't prevent the uncounted tears I shed about this occasion already. Not because she dies, that much is obvious since about three years, only acute now. But because I selfishly don't want to loose all her knowledge, her sometimes sarcastic wit and her sweet disposition. Talking about my grandfather (who died five years ago), she said: "He's already waiting for me." And like her comment about 'Immortal Memories' it's like a punch in the gut in effect, but it also makes me smile. It's so... grandma.

My god...

( Here is one perfect thought about Harry... )

Vain cuts it to the quick. In a language so beautiful it took my breath away.

Hopefully I won't forget any deadlines with this one, now...

( Contest Calendar under this cut )

The sigtag is courtesy of wildmusings, over at theclawcatalog. I simply love it.

I gotta pet! And she's Ravenclaw-blue! ( See! )

*cuddles pet-bat*

How it came to pass? ( Look: )

Sometimes, the internet seems to be fun... Sickeningly sweet, at times, but fun nonetheless...

Oh sod it. I love this one. *pets pet-bat some more*

So... I already posted one entry to my journal today (and a funny one, too!), but just now I saw a short documentation on TV... It has been maybe a month or so since I last watched anything on TV, but this one really hooked me. The documentation was called "Life lines" (seems to be a regular occurance), and today it was about a 82 years old lady from a small village in Bavaria.

Now, if you are interested, read a story of love and war under the LJ-cut. If you're not, don't click. ( A story of love and war )

So where does religion come in with all this? Well... This lady told the camera team, that when she was at the KZ of Ravensbrück, the one sentence the inmates (all of them women, that KZ was later called "women's hell") used more often than any others was

"Don't blame them. Forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."

It was this quote (Lukas 23,32-34) that made me feel unbelievably sad. This woman in all her homesickness, her yearning for her little daughter, in all her tears had the strength to forgive her tormentors (who spilled water on her in february and forced her to stand in nothing but her camp-dress and wooden shoes out in the open so her scalp got frostbitten, for fucks sake!!). And it wasn't only her - like she told the camera team, a lot of her fellow inmates seemed to think like that. Later on, she even was able to forgive the one who landed her in that mess, and all she felt was relief about finally being able to forgive.

What made me so sad is, that today, who would even think of something like that, me included? I stand humbled, and filled with sorrow for a world in which the word "forgiveness" became a hollow word without any deeper meaning.

Just now, I was sitting in my room (or to be exact, lying in front of my computer). I wasn't doing anything in particular, not even reading (gasp!), and then, all of a sudden I had to laugh out loud and am still thouroughly amused. Why? It's nearing something akin to spring here, and I opened my window to celebrate that fact. This window opens to a field behind our house which is occassionally used for football, village-fairs and the like, but most time of the year it's only occupied by the odd group of children. So I was lying there, idly, when suddenly there came a high-pitched shout:

"I'm bored!"

And then, somewhat louder:

"I'M BORED!!!"

And I was in stitches. :)

... for really, being addicted to slash-fanfiction is one thing, but memes? Honestly.

Anway, I simply couldn't pass this one up:

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

Man, I'm so goddam tired... And trice sick and tired of my master's thesis... Who the fuck thinks of something like that? As my best friend said, it's the most awful thing I've ever done, and nothing, really nothing, not even your papers from the last semesters at uni prepare for something like that. Why the hell am I forced to write 90 pages of some would-be-scientific drivel nobody except my professor will ever read? Why, why, why, why, WHY???!!!! I hate it! I totally hate it! And I can see that I have a goddam crisis and nobody will give a damn and I AM SICK OF IT ALL!!!

Argh. I want to cry. But somewhere along the line I think I lost my tears.

Another one for fun (can be found at Thin Line):

"They're fantastic," he complimented Harry indistinctly, spraying crumbs everywhere. "Aren't they, Severus?"

"Yes, indeed," Snape replied congenially. "I must congratulate the makers of the mix, Potter, for achieving what I could not as your teacher--I didn't hear any explosions, and there's no smoke..."

"Harry doesn't use ready-made mixes," Remus said proudly. "He makes his own recipes."

"My goodness, Potter! You are a man of many wondrous talents. The great defender of wizardkind and a master chef, all in one."

Harry flushed red. "You know, Snape, you are the only man I know who can be maliciously amiable. It's an art, it really is."

I simply adore fanon!Snape! *cuddles*

He. Sometimes I love those odd quizzes in the internet...

See, I got my own warning!

"ACHTUNG!

naurael may actually be a spider-human hybrid

Username:

From Go-Quiz.com

And guess what? It's exactly the same as Severus' XD