Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in Dieter Kozel's LiveJournal:

Thursday, December 15th, 2005
12:33 pm	Strangely, hysterical Oh Great Cthulhu! I have been an extremely busy devotee this year. In February, I exposed mimicarlton to soul-rending horrors (250 points). Last week, I fed karenmayers to a Shoggoth (250 points). In April, I rescued mimicarlton from being sacrificed (-200 points). In October, I defiled the grave of that traitor, Lovecraft (90 points). In March, I wore an Elder Sign (-10 points). In May, I sacrificed margareteverly to Cthulhu (500 points). In short, I have been very good (880 points) and deserve to be eaten first. Your humble and obedient servant, dkmonarch Submit your own plea to Cthulhu! Name some friends or leave them blank and let me look them up myself: Um...yay? (Comment on this)
Friday, October 14th, 2005
12:22 am	Flagrant theft of meme! Police baffled! From Ms. Winter's Journal: Post something about yourself that other people on your friends list may not know about you. Um...I'm totally in favor of the Registration Act, since it will make it easier to provide immediate and precise medical care to mutants with abnormal needs. The current system ("Fill him with chemicals and see what happens!") is barbaric and reeks of the same primitive pseudoscience that led the field. As far as the mainstream medical community is concerned, abnormal human physiology hasn't advanced past the days of Mengele, and that pisses me off. If it hadn't been for Shard's help a few months back Stevie Granite would have died because we just don't know enough to treat ourselves. If my girlfriend's immune system fluxes at all, her incredible body temperature makes it nearly impossible to properly treat many diseases, since most drugs will simply break down too quickly. Can Harmony or Mimi even be TREATED by traditional medical practices? We're vulnerable in this huge, real, visceral way, and the more I learn the more I realize that there's a huge vacuum of knowledge. In the past two months at JHU I've come to realize that I'm one of the twenty people on Earth most qualified to treat sick or wounded mutants, and if that doesn't scare you I'll remind you that at least five of the others are Third Species. This is a huge social problem. We can't go to goddamn HOSPITALS. Well, that was more passionate than I had anticipated. I guess it's why I'm studying to be a doctor, though, so passion's probably a good thing. As to my college experience, it's going pretty well, truth to tell. My roommate, Scott, is an okay guy. I showed up the first day with a change-of-roommate form in case he had...opinions about living with a bug. He'd brought one too, in case living with a gay kid bothered me. After an awkward silence, we laughed and got on with our lives. He's this big creative writing guy, so we don't have all that much in common, but still a good kid. Mostly we're friendly, but not very involved about it. The rest of the campus has been...well, tentative. Most days I go out with my coat, but Maryland can get hot in the late summer. Classes aren't hard, but the other pre-meds are already sizing up each other. I've been in enough fights at Xavier's to recognize a good up-sizing when I see it. But when I think of the amount of practical experience I have over these yahoos, it's all I can do not to give them a big toothy mandibley (mandibly?) smile. My only real PROBLEM is Dani, who I miss with a feeling that surpasses hunger or thirst. I must be in love, because I've never been able to say that about anybody before. I miss the others - Margot, Tristan and Anton especially, although in no particular order. Tristan, congrats on squad captain! - but Dani is, well...Dani. Using any other word misses exactly what I mean. Ah so. When I get more than three hours of spare time I will swoop over to the mansion and do horribly romantic things to her. I am taking suggestions! This is the longest entry EVER! I will end it here. Tschus! (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 24th, 2005
10:36 am	Eleven Blue Men Not an acid trip, but a series of medical mysteries by Berton Roueche. Finally, a book of fiction that actually holds my attention. I'd recommend it. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 16th, 2005
10:59 am	For a change, a positive outlook Dani got out for a little bit a few nights ago. From all reports, she's gotten muich better at controlling her power, which is fantastic. A little more fieldwork will also build her confidence, which is something no meditative exercise can give. I am SO proud of her. It hasn't always been easy for her - hell, for a while I was scared that with all the pressure to change and control the woman I love would be lost in the shuffle. Fortunately, that is not the case. Tristan's gotten back to the mansion for some decent medical attention, thank goodness. He seems ready to forgive and forget the unpleasantness of a few nights ago, another excellent thing. Kurt's never really been able to sell me on the religion thing, but even from a detached perspective I've led something of a charmed life. Some of the deadliest people I've encountered - hell, I first met Blade when he came to kill me - are some of my closest guides and friends. The people in my life are always there for me, to help, to support, to slap me upside the head and tell me to chill out. I try my best to do the same. As to the rest of life...There's confusion and chaos. Sort of par-for-the-course these days. Most of it's been settled, and I'm confident that the rest of it can be put in order with a minimum of fuss. I know the dangers of trusting to luck, but I like to think there are brighter days ahead. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 11th, 2005
4:40 pm	How the gods kill Kick is a physically addictive retrovirus which enhances mutant powers. Side effects include heightened aggression and improved physical stamina. Normally distributed as an inhalant on the street. Ultimately fatal. Some Hellfire kids dosed Tristan, Ethan, Gemini and me with Kick during a dinner. In the resulting chaos I nearly killed Tristan. Should he survive the wounds I inflicted on him, he may not be long with Xavier's anyway, since the other events of the evening (Ethan's acceptance of a job with Sebastian Shaw) left him feeling betrayed and - justifiably - infuriated. Gemini seems to have gotten himself in some trouble with the Club - an accusation of rape and assault - but seems no worse mentally for wear. I've betrayed the trust implicit in my being awarded a uniform. If I allow myself to be...mickeyed by some vainglorious girls, how can I be counted on against someone like John Lin or the Brood? If I can't stop myself from attacking and almost murdering one of my teammates, especially a junior member of the team, someone I care about and whose trust I have earned, then am I still worthy of being an X-Man? I'm not human. Never was. But I'd hoped, for a long time, that I wasn't a monster. Now I can't say for certain what the truth is. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 9th, 2005
9:17 pm	Sein oder nichtsein Life's been a little hectic lately. Training with Dani every chance we get is really draining, but it's worth it - I love her, and she's closer than ever to the level of discipline and control we want to see. Ethan's trouble is a little harder - I simply don't know how to help, except by being there for him and supporting his decisions. Tristan's difficulty was frankly alien to me - my appearance has never conflicted with my personality, so I'm at a loss to imagine solutions to such a conflict - but that seems, fortunately, to be getting better. Margot and Karen have both been confronting their pasts, something I can relate to without a doubt. I sometimes wish I could be like G., being everywhere at once, giving anyone who needs it a hand. Maybe I'm being invasive, you know? Maybe it's none of my business what people do with their lives, how they live or don't. But these people are my friends. Each of them has struggled hard to help me - hell, Margot was the first person who approached me like a human being. Anton taught me how to seize the day regardless of what's going on in my head. Dani was the first person I ever, well...loved. I'd die for these people if they asked me to, and I don't want anyone to ever hurt them. More than that, though - I want them to be happy. I want to be a doctor. I want to make people well. These people are my family in a way that nobody else I've ever know has been. They deserve the safest, best lives I can help them make. Sometimes that seems more feasible than others, I guess. Jeez, Dieter, lamest and most-angstful journal entry ever. You want to make your friends happy, not drive them to ennui-induced suicide. Tell them a joke, to lighten their spirits. Okay. Um. Okay! A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel in his pants. The bartender says, "Hey! You have a steering wheel in your pants!" The pirate sighs and responds, "Aye, matey, and it's drivin' me nuts." Wow, I feel better already! Current Mood: rejuvenated Current Music: Faithless - Insomnia (Comment on this)
Friday, August 5th, 2005
3:56 pm	Umm...hi! Hi everybody in Internet-Land! I'm Dieter. I'm sure we'll get along fine. This is where I post about what's going on in my life to save me the trouble of repeating it to everyone, while at the same time allowing strangers to live vicariously through me. I love it. The best part is that most of you wouldn't know me from Adam, so I could put anything down and it'd be accepted as truth. For instance, I'm 6'3, a Virgo, enormously endowed and a particle physicist at CalTech. See? All lies. Except for the penis thing. Of course, the reality - 5'5 german expatriate with a beautiful girlfriend, great friends and a fantastic wingspan - isn't bad either. More news as it happens. Peace? Peace out? Can I get away with just 'out'? (1 Comment |Comment on this)