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( Long but hopefully amusing ^^ )

Sorry for going on so much, but I felt like writing. Weird, huh? XD

Finally O_O;;;
It's partly based on my German blog article, but since last night, I was actually able to add some things.

( You know the deal - Long text, click to read! )

So...

Congratulations to Lordi, congratulations to Finland, congratulations to all Rock and Metal fans in Europe - We won the Grand Prix!!!

( Tons of rambling about Lordi and the ESC. Beware, long! )

So... who're we gonna send to Helsinki next year? Blind Guardian? Edguy? Gamma Ray?
Imagine girls all over Europe going "Well, I didn't really like their song but the singer and the guitar player looked so slashy together... Germany's got my vote!"
That'd be... nice ^_____^

(Attention: This story is written solely from MY point of view. If some of the things didn't happen the way I'm presenting them here, it's because my view on the whole affair was only a limited one from the very start. If there's anything wrong with the facts I'm presenting here, it's my old brain slowly failing.)

This text might be interesting to those who are fairly new to my LJ and didn't know me from like, 2003 on or something. Not only does it recount the saddest April Fool's Prank I've ever been participating in, it also presents some of the reasons why I'm even her and where I came from, internet-wise. So, here I go. Goiung far, far back first ;)

( Beware, fucking LONG! )

So my old pen was... well... old. I mean, I still love it a lot, as wrting with it felt really nice, what with it having been used almost daily for probably seven years or more. It was a very cheap specimen, though, I guess it cost me something like 7 marks when it was new. Back then, I had one expensive pen, but as I liked to write using varying colours of ink (from dark green to turquoise, from red to pink I had almost every shade you could get on the market), I bought a couple more.
And among them was my "old boy", which kinda turned out to be the only survivor, as most of the others got broken one way or the other. When I was left with only that cheap, green one, which was still quite new and therefore rather scratchy, I kinda got used to writing with it, and after some time, the scratching disappeared and the nib became super smooth.
However, as the rest of the thing was made of the cheapest plastic imaginable, my old boy gradually disintegrated. It all strarted with the clip breaking off the cap. Some time later, the cap itself got a rather large crack and it wouldn't close any more. But then I had the idea of fixing that using some sellotape (or Tesa, as we call it), and suddenly, it was all right again. So I kept using and using it, and I really do wonder how much ink has flown through it until today.
As time went by, it did show that my old boy was getting weaker. It made my fingers blue on a regular basis, but I still wouldn't part ways with it, I just loved it far too much. When finally the cap started falling off again, I began thinking about a replacement.
I talked to bro one day and he suggested changing only the nib by putting it onto another pen. Somehow, that never occurred to me (I guess sometimes I am just dim like that), so last Wednesday, I went into a supermarket, and I believe it actually was the one where I had originally bought my old boy.
When I looked at the few pens they had to offer, I was truly disappointed. It looked like models like the one I own are not made any more, and the ones they had looked like they were physically incompatible with mine.
But then, I got stuck on the 4€ model that was hanging there. It looked nice, as it was silver and black, rather large and pretty cool in general. The box said it had a "reinforced steel nib" (that's a quote as the textoin there was in German, English and French) which sounded so Metal to me that I just bought it. Well, I kinda expected the thing to be all scratchy and stupid, like my old boy was in the beginning, since the price had been about the same. How very wrong I was! When I put in them cartridge and waited for the ink to flow into the nib, I already made some lines on a piece of paper. Didn't feel scratchy at all. And when I actually started writing with it, I marveled at the thin, but yet steady lines it made. Compared to that, my old boy could have given your average felt tip pen a run for its money.
The more I write with my new pen (still wodnering whether I should actually name it...), the more fun it gets. I actually caught myself writing a lot of rubbish on some page just for the sake of using it. And somehow, it's still geting better.
Of course, I won't throw away my old boy. It's still in my pencil case together with all the other stuff, and I doubt I'll ever get rid of it. I mean, its been with me since the late Nineties, it has seen a lot of things and maybe I'll look at it one day and think about all the stuff we did together...

Don't ask me why I wrote this. I just did.
And as this is a true story, I have...

( ...a picture of both pens )

I guess that was just another one of my weird tales...