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Look on my words, ye mighty, and despair!

Created on 2006-05-24 05:30:30 (#10303503), last updated 2009-07-06

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Name:	Lore
Birthdate:	08-14
Location:	México, Mexico
Website:	Mis fanfics

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I am over 18 years old (how sad!) and in my country I came of age some years ago; therefore, I can vote, watch pornography and go to jail. The important part is the pornographic one.

About her

Her name is Lorena, though you can call her Lore. As you may have noticed (if you are acute enough) she likes to refer to herself in the third person. Because it's a lot of fun. She loves cold weather, rainy days, and silent nights. She was born in Mexico last century and there she continues living; now she studies English Literature (because she loves English as much as Spanish) and French. She is going to be a professional translator. She would love to learn other languages but she goes little by little because she has got a troubled mind.

Lore is very, very special. For example, she can suffer strange accidents in an empty room, sleep 24 hours in a row, avoid sleeping, misspell the easiest words, and on top of everything she does not have memory of colours. Please notice that you better not ask her what colour is the sky, because she might as well tell you 'it's green!' By the way, her favourite colour is green, and that is probably the only colour she will remember having seen (even if she has not).

Lore reads a lot, but not quite enough. Her favourite authors are Charles Dickens and Kazuo Ishiguro. Those two fellows have made her cry, but do not tell them, please. Oscar Wilde, Lewis Carroll, Edward Lear, and other Victorians make her giggle. Contemporary poetry makes her raise her eyebrows in awe. She prefers to read a good novel than to watch a bad film (...). She prefers to avoid contemporary best sellers, because she becomes easily angry at cheapness, the last one she read was Harry Potter.

She has some guilty pleasures, and this is one of them --the Internet. She has been online a lot of time. She has visited too many sites to remember. Her favourite part of this WWW world is reading and writing fanfictions, watching some series, and watching musical videos at youtube. Ah, she loves fadoms. They are love. She considers herself part of the Harry Potter fandom, though she is not particularly active.

Other fandoms that she finds interesting are Death Note, Artemis Fowl, Junjou Romantica. She might be seen sometimes at Ouran Host Club, House, Gray's Anatomy, SVU, Heroes, RPS, and others. When she has time. When she is not planning how to take over the world. (Blame Pinky and the Brain.)

She writes. She is not that bad, but she is not the best either. Ocasionally, she will post her fanfics, especially when she is on holidays. She likes slash and yaoi, and thinks that being homosexual, bisexual, pansexual or furnituresexual is perfectly respectable.

She loves having friends, but she is a little bit "absent" in general. She is in love (with language!)...

In a nutshell: Lore. 8. Leo. Slytherin. Green. Reading. Writing. Translating. Having friends. Tolerant. But not that much. Funny. Whacky. Will freak you out. Spanish. English. French. Harry Potter. Death Note. Junjou Romantica. Artemis Fowl. Fanfiction. Literature. Immortallity.

Feel free to add me to your friend list, but be aware that this is a fandom, personal, and academic journal, depending on my mood. And my mood is like a nut floating in the ever expanding universe.

The name of this journal comes from Shelley's "Ozimandias". The original words are "look on my works, ye mighty, and despair". They're supposed to be Ozimandia's words, telling the powerful people to look at his works, and feel overwhelmed by their perfection. However, in the poem they gain another sense, because Ozimandia's words are craved in a broken statue abandoned in the middle of the desert. Now, the words mean something like: Look on my works, and despair because even the best of its time will perish and be forgotten in the end. Nothing is forever, and much less my words. I am very aware of that.

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