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Sorry for the no updates. I died. Work deadlines of approaching and I'm getting crunched on time.



That and Stigmata tastes like medicine. Though the nice vanilla shake after taste is manageable.

Today has been going pretty nicely. Overcast and not too hot. Polar vortex far far away from where I am, but I'm doing just fine.



Made some progress on the Vampire language (at least my rendition of it).



Stigmata Day 0: I've decided to grind the pills. I've said fare well to solid food for the month today. I ate a steak, bbq chicken, hot dogs, mashed potatoes...my belly does not feel good. Here's hoping Day 1 of Stigmata will be better.

Got a lot of work done today. Getting ready to start production of the first iteration of Stigmata. Should be interesting.

Nothing really to report today. A work day. Slaving away. Planning on picking up the rest of my materials for Stigmata and working on the Vampire language after work.



Sorry.

Day three of my journal entry. I nearly forgot to even write in here. Oh dear. I find myself capable of spending large amounts of time here at Vampire Rave mostly because I work from home. Granted I do indeed have an office I some times visit to do final proofs on some things, but for the most part I work from my home studio.



In any case, I'm wondering what I should add to this journal entry. I suppose journal entries should be a summary of the day before with some intellectual musings to add.



Well yesterday I did some work on a project I've been doing for some time. I just got the final proofs from the artists to begin work on the soundtrack for the project, which was really slow going. Though I would have liked to have attended some social function last night, but I really needed to work on this. I made some serious head way.



As a Vampire (and one from a particular organization) I was taught art was a very certain way. I always try to make sure my music conforms to the principles of this Vampiric Art or Rti Vamprius (the r is slightly trilled). I'm always worried I'm not doing a good job but people seem to like it. So I can't really complain I suppose. Though that is the basic premise of acquiring a skill. Technical and dedicated practice is what's necessary to increase one's skill.



Today I hope to finally purchase all the need ingredients to Stigmata and finally get to my experimentation. The thought of consuming human food has begun to become more and more of a burden on my psyche. With all the toxins and preservatives going in to the production of things we are to put into our body doesn't sit well with me. The average human consumes at least a pound of insect parts a year. Through Stigmata, no preservatives, no toxins, and no bug parts. I will know exactly what goes in there, what is going into my body, and best of all it will be cheap. I tend to spend roughly two hundred dollars on groceries a month. With Stigmata I will spend only sixty, probably less.



I preformed my Communion last night. If there are any from the Temple, they'll know what I'm talking about. Preforming the ritual had never been a problem for me, but tonight I really wanted the fingers on my face. I blasted as much as I could into the night, but eventually I lost consciousness. Such a weird dream followed. I was in some sort of store and there was a man off to the side with short brown hair. He told this old woman, "Leave. If you can't keep up then you should just die already, you are trying my patience." Then he turned to me and said, "And you. Be mindful of how tenuous your place is here in this organization."



I lunged at him and grabbed him by the throat and yelled in his face, "You dare threaten me?" I squeezed his throat and I wanted to see him choke. No matter how hard I grabbed at his throat I couldn't do any harm. I tried to rip his head off, but it was like my hands were nothing more than pillows to him. He smiled at me. He looked amused and pleased with my response. What is strange is that in my dreams I am never powerless. I never have those dreams where I can't run away or fight back. I'm always able to fight, often times killing that which lurks in my dreams. Yet for the first time in my dreams I was utterly powerless.



I hope to solve the issue by flying the Dragon one night.



Which is another thing. I love to have fun with my friends. I crack jokes with them, and we generally have a good time. Sometimes they forget that I am a predator. I wonder how they would feel if they knew some of the real thoughts that went through my head. Or the dreams that I have at times. Oh well. C'est la vie.

Day two of my journal entries, huh? I suppose I should be writing something memorable, which I probably won't. Though of interest I did spend 3.94 hours last night having a lovely conversation with my new mentor and various other members of this site. So far my mentor is a wonderfully nice person, possessing a strange proclivity towards cheesecake though. I also met a nice one by the name Jareth. Jareth was kind enough to send me a link towards another profile with all the secrets of profile design powers. I clicked the link to uncover the deep secrets of profile customization and quickly felt like a duck looking at a Chinese algebra problem. Thankfully Jareth is being patient with me, for now. I also met Devros. Apparently he goes ding when messages are near by.



I'm going to have to figure out what my day is going to be all about. I suppose there should be some sort of awesomeness in lieu. What I really need to do is figure out where the mentor section is in the forums. I will also need to gather my food. Since today is the last day of solid food for the next month I'm trying to figure out what I should eat. I figure wasting my day on chocolate and McDonalds should suffice. But any further information regarding Stigmata will be in potions (yes I know it is bad form to start a sentence with a preposition, hush).



One thing I am currently doing is creating a conlang (constructed language) for Vampires. Languages are a bit of a passion for me. This language is based on Proto-Indo Eurpoean, Sumerian, and Lithuanian. I've also come up with a script for the language based on the ancient scripts of Carian, Proto-Sinaitic, Lycian. I suppose an example of what I've got completed so far is in order?



Take the very simple word Vampire. In this language it is vampyr, with vamp meaning with strength or to be strong; and yr being the marker to demonstrate a person or thing. I came to this conclusion based on Etymonline where vampire is glossed as ubyr (yes it also says this is dubious but I'm running with it) meaning witch. The cursory search for witch comes up with Proto-Indo European saying witch is based off of weg-yo where weg is to be strong or lively. So to say you are a vampyr is to say you are one of the strong ones, or one of the lively ones (awake).



From there we have Coven, which in this language is koven. Ven meaning to come, to gather. Ko- is a prefix that denotes similarities or mutuality. So koven means coming together in commonality. So how would you say a Vampire Koven? Well that actually comes out as koven vampyrius. To say, however, a coven of vampires is vampyr kovenus. So the descriptor that modifies the noun comes after the noun. Here are some other examples.



U Kis Vampyr - The Vampire City



Dunarn Kalas - Hill Town



Dunarn Badinal - Sea Town



Wokis Kersud - Creek Village



Wokis Badinal - Sea Village



Wokis Kalas - Hill Village



Wokis Vampyr - Vampire Village



Vampyr bewmag - I am a Vampire (Vampyr having been previously explained. Bewmi being the root verb for to be/is/am. Ug is to denote I or myself, but when attached to a present tense verb it gets conjugated to ag. It's ok to say Ug by itself regarding I or myself. So you could say Ug vampyr bewmi which would mean I command myself to be a vampire. Which grammatically speaking makes no sense, but in essence does work for a bit. If you say Vampyr bewmi, you are demanding the person you are speaking with to become a Vampire.)



Dugol bredarius mudosag en vidum dugolus kevostag - I am proud that I am a predatory animal and I honor(glorify) my animal instincts (So dugol is the Vampire word for animal. Bredar means predator, so bredarius would mean predatory. Mudosi means proud. Mudosag means I am proud or I am currently right now proud. En is the Vampire word for and. Vidum doesn't exactly mean instincts but more specifically wisdom. So with Animal wisdom, vidum dugolus, I decided this means animal instincts. The wisdom of nature, if you will. Kevosti means to glorify. This is actually different from the noun glory. There is no real English translation for Kevosti since it is a smattering of different emotive definitions ranging from honor to glorify and show utmost respect.)



So that's that. I guess I should go eat some chocolate or something. Can't wait to try some Stigmata soon.

I don't normally keep a journal. Being neither a teenage girl, nor a middle aged woman, I have a hard time with the notion of keeping a "diary". Though I suppose it can be rather cathartic, so here is my hat. Haphazardly thrown into some sort of circle or ring placed on the ground.



Day 1 journal entry, I suppose I will go into something about myself or at the very least something I've been trying to understand.



I was looking at my local art museum and debating as to whether I wanted to go in or not. I have a hard time understanding some human art at times. A cacophony of random colors strewn about a canvas so as to evoke some sort of genuflection in the observer? I wish people would stop giving their children finger paints. Or the image of a crucified Jesus in a jar of human urine, why? What purpose does that serve? What is the emotion trying to be evoked? What is the message other than to bite their thumb at the Christians?



I remember seeing a painting, once, of three black haired girls playing inside a cabin of some sort. Upon further examination, you realize the girls form the image of a skull. Simplistic, but beautiful. Or the old paintings of the alchemical text where you see the Sun shining on a tombstone and a green lion coughing up blood. This is art. Possessing aesthetic appeal and information.



I suppose this is why I enjoy silent films so much. They had to convey so much information without fancy computer graphics or massive dialogue. I was rather glad to find out that Nosferatu was available on Netflix. I've watched it, and loved it all over again. Though I remember Shadow of the Vampire being about Nosferatu. I may have to watch that.



Dear Netflix, my brand new Blockbuster. I remember going to Little Caesar and ordering the square pepperoni pizza, and then heading on over to my Blockbuster to grab a VHS tape to watch that night.



Lately I've been listening to the radio and enjoying radio dramas. My current obsession is The Adventures of Philip Marlowe. I wish they had some Jack Benny or Red Skelton on my radio station, but beggars can't be choosy.



Well that's enough for a journal entry.

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Isis101
01:53 Mar 23 2014

if you're not the journal writing sort...what about stories? Poetry? (I can't write poetry for shit).

Hell - you can even make a journal section for jokes. Whatever you want, really!

And - welcome to VR!

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