Eglantine Vorcey of the House of Horrors (anilocobitz) wrote,
Eglantine Vorcey of the House of Horrors
anilocobitz

THE END.

I've decided to officially retire this livejournal. It's been, what, four years, and just a big rambling mess, kinda like the years I've had it.

Anyway, here's how it's going to work. The new journal is ridiculii, and if you add me, I'll add you back, so those who are tired of my pic-spam and pointless posts don't have to deal with it anymore. Okay.


This journal started out as something akin to a stalking log, and a plotting ground for my world takeover. There were a ton of one quiz entries posted in a string, because I didn't understand the concept of "return."

Here's a sample from Freshman Year:

There are no good Wedge Antilles sites on the internet. I have been searching for Alec Guinness pictures for the past hour or so... No school for me. Lots of rain though. Oh well. Plots to take over the world are going back into motion. More details after I get sleep. No telling when that will be though. I feel entoxicated from the damned candy-canes. I got no presents. Two cards. A candy cane. The guy I like is currently ignoring me (fine, I will ignore you right back. fucking bastard.). Candy canes are currently taking over. Must fight urge to sleep. Damn the school security guards. Got two-day suspension for not dressing out for gym. I hate that class anyway. Unfortunately for me... the guy who runs the detention is the security guy who is trying to kill me. dozing. AWAKE!


Here's a Sophomore Sample:
Well, today was a combination of "HOLY SHIT, I'M EUPHORIC!" and "I have been horribly, horribly betrayed. Menshevik bastards."

HOLY SHIT I'M EUPHORIC-
#1- Drama was incredibly uplifting after my school experience. Drama will either drag you into the dirt or catapult you over the 13 foot tall brick wall constructed around the pool *no pain involved, though*. Anyway, drama was just incredibly nice after my day. I did absolutely nothing. The actors got about 10 good pages in, and they suffered through about 28. From 2:30 to 5:00. 28 pages. *shakes head sadly*
#2- I bonded with Rachel. I knew that Courtney killed the Adrien Brody interview after she found out I already owned it so that Rachel couldn't have it *sick, sick girl who doesn't like Adrien Brody. ssssssslap* So I decided to be incredibly nice to Rachel and print out a couple of really REALLY worthy piccies of Adrien Brody, and we just sat in the Drama room during lunch, obsessing over Adrien Brody and ignoring just about everyone else in the classroom *meaning Stephanie S. and Courtney. Ha.* Rachel and I hardly ever bond, so it was nice, finding a strange obsession in common.
#3- I WAS ROBESPIERRE! I LEAD THE FRENCH REVOLUTION! I BEHEADED KING LOUIS *but left Marie alive- she didn't really do anything against us, although Williams tried to convince the class to kill her*! THE PEOPLE OF FRANCE LOVED ME! When I uncovered the secret documents, and called for direct action against the king, they cheered their ruddy heads off. Well, his head off. When I executed the traitors to France, they loved me. But then... BUT THEN....

"I have been horribly, horribly betrayed. Menshevik bastards."
#1- WILLIAMS TURNED MY PEOPLE AGAINST ME! Her statement to the people that adored me "But Robespierre killed 4,000 people!" Our class- "BUT THEY WERE TRAITORS!" Williams- "Well, yes, some were. But just owning a book with the king's seal was considered traitorous." Our class- "..." Williams- "Should we execute her?" Our class- *three people raise hands* Williams- "That's all? Robespierre ruled by terror! A dictator!" Our class- *more raise hands until a majority forms* I am then lead to the gallows *I was on the opposite side of the room, so I really was being led to the gallows*, yelling at my *former* people-
"BUT I LIBERATED YOU! I FREED YOU FROM YOUR SERFDOM! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, I LIBERATED YOU!"
They placed by head below the blade. Williams searched the class for a willing executioner.
"I GAVE YOU FREEDOM! I ENDED LOUIS' REIGN! I DID THIS FOR YOU! MY PEOPLE!"
No one wanted to execute me. Williams once more asked "Who will execute Robespierre? Someone has to, you voted on it." Meanwhile, Louis was beside himself, just grinning like a mad fool. Finally, a noble, whom I gave clemency, came up to release the blade.
"I spared your life! I could have killed all the nobles and the clergy, but did I? Danelle, I SPARED YOUR LIFE!"
She merely shrugs and places her hand on the mechanism.
"FRANCE, I LIBERATED YOU, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN LOUIS HIMSELF! TRAITOROUS-"
The blade comes down. Robespierre is no more.

"What do you get when you cross a Golgi complex and an endoplasmic reticulum?"
...
"I don't know, but I hope it's not on the test!"
- The joke that confused the hell out of the "Abercrombitches", to use Stephanie's word.


And from my Junior Year:

Stephanie beat me to it. It's the apocalypse. That or our dimension is breaking down and the other dimension is imposing itself on ours. This could be a good thing, a bad thing, or just an extremely strange thing. I haven't decided yet. I'm waiting on the Horsemen.
Little incidents that point to the fact that it's the Apocalypse-
It's when your day seems completely out of whack. When absolutely nothing makes sense anymore. When you wake up, and your nation has reelected their fortunate son *cough*. When you turn on the radio first thing in the morning, and the only songs you hear before you decide that the irony is just too much to take are "Blowing in the Wind" and "It's a Beautiful Morning". When you look outside, and when yesterday was a bright, cloudless day, and now it's gloomy and desperate.
It's not just the election. It's the APOCALYPSE. The clouds were moving in different directions. We *Stephanie and I* discovered the cracks in our world at the edges of our school. Things were chipping off. Things are chipping off. By tomorrow morning, the world will be different.


And so I leave this journal, with much love and affection, but mostly nostalgia, in the hopes that the future will be slightly more organized.
Tags: nostalgia, recap, the end
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