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Hagane no Rekinjutsushi
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Date:2005-08-09 20:51

It's been too long.

Work, work, work. Am I surprised? Nah. This is how things go.

cut for whining XFCollapse )

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Date:2005-05-16 20:22
Mood: cheerful


That is all. Carry on.

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Date:2005-04-26 00:06
Mood: annoyed

The work must go on...Collapse )

And now I'm going to take issue with something Tucker said that has been causing me a lot of grief lately. Feel free to ignore.Collapse )

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Date:2005-04-21 03:43
Mood: determined

Mustang, I'll drop off my reports next week. I know that's late, but deal with it. If not, fire me, whatever.

I'll be in Central if anyone needs to find me for any reason. If it's during the day, I'll be in the library. After closing, there's a room I can rent above the tavern on the corner. I'll be there.

My research is the important thing right now.

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Date:2005-04-08 00:19
Mood: depressed

Main Entry: ta·boo
Variant: also ta·bu /t&-'bü, ta-/
Function: noun
Inflected Form: plural taboos also tabus
1 : a prohibition in some cultures against touching, saying, or doing something for fear of immediate harm from a mysterious superhuman force
2 : a prohibition imposed by social custom or as a protective measure (the view that incest, not cannibalism, was the world's first taboo —Phyllis Grosskurth)
3 : belief in taboos —taboo also tabu adjective

So...Collapse )

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Date:2005-04-03 22:30
Mood: discontent

I've been neglecting this thing- maybe I should feel worse about that than I do, but whatever. I hit a roadblock somewhere in my thinking, and I've been a bit preoccupied...

Wax philosophical, me? Nah, never.Collapse )

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Date:2005-03-15 16:14

For the last time, world, insomnia is not cool. I don't care what you think, it's not funny to make me pass out on my books at two in the afternoon.

I guess I haven't written anything in a while... that "decomposition phase" my adorable little brother so cunningly described is taking FOREVER. It's making me hate seeing the written word, and that doesn't translate to doing anything but staring at the wall and ripping my hair out at the roots.

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Date:2005-03-06 20:17
Mood: drained

I did a little less reading and a little more thinking today and yesterday. A good thing? Maybe, I don't know.

It's been pretty nice, not going anywhere, just having time to sit around and catch up. (This is not an invitation to send me somewhere, Mustang.) Spending some good quality time without life-or-death situations being involved. It's what I'd kinda expected, after being interned with Tucker, observing the other State Alchemists I had seen... seemed like a pretty sedentary lifestyle.

How wrong I was, and how my spine hates me for it. This "sleeping in a decent bed" stuff is pretty novel.

Al, when we get your body back, we're getting one of those giant feather beds and alchemizing a massager into the mattress. I think we deserve it.

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Date:2005-03-03 13:09
Mood: blank

Well, in good news, I've found one single essay that looks promising. It's the first one I've found in a long time that actually mentions things I know about for sure, like the red water... so maybe if the crystallization and purification process is actually right, we'll be one more big step on our way to the Stone itself.

Of course, this means a lot of staring at the ceiling and trying to crack this code in my head, but I can take it.

In more personal news...Collapse )

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Date:2005-03-02 19:21
Mood: bitchy

Doesn't it suck, when you're not supposed to know something, but you do? And knowing it means you should do something about it, but you're not supposed to know in the first place? So what do you do then?

It seems like my life is just one moral ambiguity after another.

Also, I think I might like this journal thing a little too much. I mean, it's not like it's private, because Mustang's probably gonna see it for my review or something like that, but it's still nice to be able to write these things down and then look at them. It's like it solidifies things, instead of letting them just fly around my head like usual.

I need to get back to work... these essays are just so frustrating. I have crackers to eat now, but they're NOWHERE NEAR AS GOOD AS THE COOKIES A CERTAIN SOMEONE MADE FOR ME OUT OF THE TENDERNESS OF HIS HEART, HINT HINT.

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Date:2005-03-02 00:50
Mood: aggravated

There's something vaguely soothing about sitting here reading wrinkly texts in my boxers, brushing cookie crumbs off my shirt. In fact, at this point, I think it's just the cookies that are keeping me from throwing these damn books down the stairs. If these guys keep switching languages and grammar rules every three sentences, you think they'd at least have the courtesy to include a decoding key or something.

Well, that's alchemy for you. A bunch of stuffy old guys writing things in their fancy-ass codes and patting each other on the back about how clever their poems about vegetables are.

Vegetables. I'm not kidding. And it's not code, either. Just damn vegetables. And something about metals being grown by seeds.

I'm really starting to feel like I'm too old for this, and at this stage of the game, that's kinda sad.

Oh yeah, and new journal. First post and all that jazz.

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my journal