Stole this one from Chris. Hmm... Wonder if I get more than 85 out of... something with hundred. Anyway, if I do, I have no life. But truth be told, my dad just got like 1 000 DVDs, even though I haven't seen everything [yet]. And he's got a plasma screen, very big, but a shit screen to watch Goblet of Fire. It adjusts the colors so everything is quite fucked up. Not that the movie is good or anything. Djees, where did they picked up those screenplay writers, a dumphole? And honestly, ever heard of acting? Anyway, let's start this list.

Oh, that's fine I guess, 62. But what kind of stupid list is that? I should be glad the bloke who made this wasn't French, otherwise I would most certainly have no life. And I think I should be glad that he didn't include Star Wars or Indiana Jones. You know, this is a guess, but couldn't it be that the bloke who made this list just thought of movies he'd seen and thought "well, heck, if anybody saw half of the movies I've seen, they have no life". Which of course is bullshit :-) Where are the real classics, the major blockbusters, instead of all those shitty dumb American comedies. Agreed though, anybody who found genuine pleasure in seeing a movie like "The 40 year old virgin" is pathetic. The title of the flick says enough, doesn't it?

Oh yeah, Chris, if you happen to read this, I'm gonna drop an anvilsized hint and say that I really liked reading I Want Out. (Any chance you'll be writing a sixth chapter?)

I should clean this journal really and make it look neat. Then I'd be posting more; I'm sure of it. Of course, once our wireless network'll be up, I'll be spending more time online, so naturally I'll have a greater need to post on this bloody thing instead of thinking and thinking and smoking a cigarette at night so I can think more during the stillness of the night.

I might even have something interesting to say from time to time. Ha, wouldn't that be a miracle? :P

So... do this, yes? Fill it in and leave it as a comment on my journal, then copy and paste it on your own journal.

1.Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

Here comes the fun:

1. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
2. Whats your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you repost this so i can fill it out for you?

According to some quizthing, I'll be chased by Cleopatra 'cause she wants my soul. My sister's name is Cleo... Au secours? Oh well, always knew I'd end up like a vegatable human anyway. And she did express her hatred of me a few hours ago :P

My pizza's almost done *smiles* Want a piece?

Great, I wanted this post to be very deep and such, and well, I don't really have something to say. I am thinking of an insight of life. Been working on a comparison with a house, but it'd just be one long rant and I'm not sure people will ever bother to read it. It's a spiritual approach on electricity, houses, cities and more where that comes from. If anybody shows any interest, I wouldn't mind writing it down though.

And, urgh, never thought I'd say this, but it's time I speak to my English teacher again. I want to show off :P

UserName: Konrad
Story: Hogwarts Blues
Genre: AU, Humor
Ships: Neville/Luna; Harry/Ginny; Hermione/Ernie McMillan; Ron/Romilda Vane
Rating and Warnings: Book 6 Disregarded, Alternate Universe
Story summary: There are a lot of differences in the magical world, but one of the greatest is that of people who can perform high definition magic by means of music and those who can't. In this fic you'll follow Neville in his sixth year as he becomes a professional blues artist. Starring Lightnin' Albus, Ginny on the drums, The Artist Formerly Known As Riddle and the famous ex-boysband "The Death Eaters".

First chapter - That Ain't It

Second chapter - Breakfast

Third chapter - Good Vibrations

UserName Konrad
Story The Dragon's Eye
Genre Marauder Era
Rating 3th - 5th Years
Ships None
Rating and Warnings Character Death
Word Count 698
Reason Writing Relay Drabble
Summary: Orion Black thinks a bit about his life, but gets interrupted by a crying Walburga. Walburga never cries...

When my father left our house, my mum introduced a rule concerning holidays and travels. The first two year they didn't apply, though, but after that the rule was that she'd go with one of us to a country we'd like to go (within reasonable financial limits, of course). My sister, who's two years older than I am, decided she wanted to see Barcelona. Next year it was my turn and at first I didn't really know what country I wanted to see. I saw enough of France to exclude it, I wasn't really interested to see Germany and the Netherlands never were an option (it wouldn't be a holiday, more of a "how fast can I get irritated"-week).

Suddenly I thought of Russia. I proposed it and my mum agreed. I didn't knew why I chose that country, I didn't know a dime about the country or its history and I never showed a particular interest in it.

We stayed a few days in Moscow, took the night train to St. Petersburg and spend a few days over there (it was with an organisation). A week isn't long, you could say, and in fact that's true. But that one week must've been one of the most important weeks of my life up until now. Thanks to the company of a few men I drank my first beer (I was a bit tipsy when I got back to the cabin I was sleeping in). I learned about blues, jazz and classical music; a lesson which opened my eyes months later. I noticed the cold atmosphere of Moscow and copied the pro argument for communism in my head. Later I took distance of that opinion (that people at least used to have food) and now I have my own interpretation of the communistic way of life.

I started learning the Cyrilic alphabet, read about the Russian language, researched more about the country,... In fact, I'm planning to learn Russian and English when I graduate from high school.

Besides my future, Russia also decided to become my adopted native country. Some of my region developed nationalistical feelings for my region and desire it to be independent. I don't have those feelings, in fact I despise them a bit. I tend to stick up for the Russian people, even though I don't know much about their daily life. I promise myself to set up projects which should help the regular Russian, or at least the poor part of the big Russian cities.

I wonder whether there are other people who had the same experience in one way or another, or am I a boundary rider on this?

What? This is my first drabble for the Gauntlet, notice the continuation I did with my previous post.
Disclaimer I don't own the Harry Potter world, though the interpretation of that world is mine (from time to time).

Grindelwald had fled from the First World War, leaving a tail of destruction behind him. He first wanted to go to the house he lived in as a kid in Switzerland, but changed direction midway. He couldn’t go there. The Swiss Aurors would be waiting for him and the murders he had made – even if they had been enemies. So he decided to go to Romania. He desired to be with the dangerous creatures whose habitat he soon associated with home.

Of course, the dragons didn’t live alone in the mountains. There were wizards who looked after them. Fools, Grindelwald would say. As if dragons couldn’t look after themselves. Grindelwald did say this all of the time and he scowled the wizards and witches who tried to keep the Poxy Flu down, but deep in his heart he was glad there were people in the neighbourhood. He wasn’t made for solitude, and though he loved dragons, they weren’t humans.

Grindelwald had particularly grown on a witch named Matilda. Though she wasn’t the prettiest woman around, she did have a certain touch. He couldn’t easily describe what it was, but it was undeniable that it was there. If he could only get in touch with her, without being blasted to the sky because he lived with the dragons.

Then one day he saw that she was trying to heal a Welsh Green dragon herself. Grindelwald had hid himself behind a rock. Maybe this was the time? He was about to step into the open, when the dragon awoke. It roared, shouted, breathed, and attacked. Soon enough, Matilda’s broom was broken and her wand was out of her hand. Now Grindelwald definitely hadn’t a choice.

Matilda looked at the dragon, looked behind him, and saw a man with his wand raised. A hermit, in this place? She was about to say something, when the man signalled not to. He made a movement with his wand and the dragon turned around. Matilda didn’t hesitate and ran into a small cave, with only her head coming out of the dark.

She saw how the stranger looked into the dragon’s eyes, apparently communicated with the Welsh Green. Never in her entire education she had heard of people who could speak to dragons. Like every other wizard alive, she knew about Parselmouths, but this wasn’t quite like it. The stranger didn’t even need to open his mouth in order for the dragon to listen. The man even convinced the dragon to let him fly with him, on his back! The pair of them left Matilda alone, who only got out when there was absolutely no sign of dragons. She grabbed her wand and apparated to the central camp.

UserName Konrad
Story In the name of the son
Genre Historical
Rating 3th - 5th Years
Ships None
Rating and Warnings Violence
Word Count 1075
Reason Original entry for the June/July Challenge, due to many rejections concerning dialogue (which contradict each other a bit), I backed out of the challenge.
Summary: Danny has known Grindelwald for all of his life. Though he might've been a peculiar lad; it sure made life interesting. When both Danny and Grindelwald are on the front of the Second World War, Danny gets to see the real meaning of Grindelwald's oddities.

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