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