sobota, 23. februára 2013

Chapter 19.

Chapter 19. im nuts ok i promise (We´d already known the author is not ok…) (And nuts!)

AN: plz stup flaming da story if u do ur a foken prep n ur jelous ok!11 frum noq un im gong 2 delt ur men reviowz!111 BTW evonyd a poorblod so der!1 fangz 2 raven 4m da help!11

AN: Please, stop flaming the story! If you do, you are a fucking prep and you are jealous, okay?! (Baví ju písať to v každej autorskej poznámke?) From now on I am going to delete your mean reviews! By the way, Ebony is a pureblood (Asi... ale poorblood sa mi tiež páči!) a-zase-to-čo-neviem-musím-zistiť! Thanks to Raven for the help!
 
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All day we sat angerly finking about Dumbelldore. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da MCR concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go. (ONA PÔJDE TRETÍKRÁT NA KONCERT, NA KTOROM UŽ DVAKRÁT BOLA, LEN NA TO VŽDY AKOSI ZABUDNE?! You must be kidding, Tara Gilesbie!) (Tak toto nie, toto nie je možné! Ja neviem, či mám plakať alebo sa smiať!)

Anyway, I went to the common room sadly to cut classes. Draco was being all secretive.

I asked what it was and he got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve bi guyz so hot) (Yeah, it´s really hot when a guy is secretive so you ask him what happened and he just starts to cry like little girl… So hott!) (If Ebony was able to read his mind, she would know, that everything in the Great Hall was actually his idea, but since she did not like it, he decided it would be the best if he did not tell her – but he is sad anyway).

“No one fucking understands me!1” he shouted angrily as his black hare went in his big blue eyes like Billie Joe in Boulevard of Borken Dreamz (Jeho čierne vlasy mu padali do očí ako Billie Joe v danej pesničke? Ja viem, že Billie veľa ľuďom padne do oka, ale až tak doslova?). He was wearing black baggy paints, a black MCR t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik) (Aha, aha, začínam to po tej “geddit” zátvorke chápať! – najprv som si myslela, že “die” je prosto preklep od “tie”, ale zdá sa, že true goffic wears a die instead of a tie! “Die” môže značiť i “čip”! Alebo “matricu”!) (Že vraj aj hracia kocka je “die”! Asi to?! Asi keď na nich pride depresia, aby sa mali s čím odreagovať! Well, anyway, Draco začal nariekať a ona sa vrhne na opisovanie oblečenia?) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains (Úúú, vláčiť so sebou toľko reťazí, to musí byť heavy!)  all over it all over it a blak all over leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly fing. My hair was al up in a messy relly high bun like Amy Lee in Gong Under. (email me if u wana see da pik) (Oh, I would so email you, but about different things.)

“Accuse me? (No one is accusing you, you idiot!) What about me!” I growled.

“Buy-but-but-” he grunted.

“You fucking bastard!” I moaned.

“No! Wait! It’s not what it fucking looks like!” he shouted. (W-what? Another nonsensical conversation?! Nečudujem sa, že im to vo vzťahu neklape, keď jeden vôbec nechápe, o čom ten druhý kecá… “Nikto mi nerozumie, fňuk, fňuk!” “Obviňuješ mňa? A čo ja?!” “Ale, ale, ale…” “Ty pojebaný kokot!” “Nie, počkaj! Nie je to tak, ako to, kurva, vyzerá!”)

But it was to late. I knew what I herd. (But we don´t know what she heard! What she heard?!) I ran to the bathroom angrily, crying. Draco banged on the door. BANG BANG BANG. I whipped and whepped and whapped and whupped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (raven that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot (NO WAAAAAAY!!!!!).

Suddenly Hargrid came. He had appearated. (Čo to?)

“You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da gurl’s room?”

Only it wasn’t just Hargrid. Someone else was with him too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Tom Rid or maybe Draco but it was Dumblydore.

“Hey I need to ask you a question.” he said, pulling out his black wanabe-goffik purse. (Tak nielenže je Dumby pseudo-goffik, on je ešte pseudo-goffik s pseudo-goffik kabelkou? Ja viem, že je to homosexuál, ale aj tak – kabelka?!) “What are u wearing to the concert?” (Zrazu som si predstavila filmového Dumbledora prísť ku jednej študentke s kabelkou v ruke a priškrteným hlasom sa spýtať: “Čo si oblečieš na koncert?” Vybuchla som smiechom.)

“U no who MCR r!” I gasped. (Omfg, autorka začala tú svoju vypatlanú angličtinu používať nielen pri AN, dokonca ňou už rozprávajú i jej postavy! O chvíľu budeme musieť prekladať nielen ten úvod, ale rovno celý text!) (Ja som dakde čítala, že to písanie sa postupne vraj len zhoršuje a zhoršuje x_X)

“No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” He said. “Anyway Draco has a surprise for u.”

“Don´t mention me that fucking Draco bastard! He is so egocentric – he never thinks about me, he is always crying for himself, not for me! And he is so fake goffic – he always wears these baggy skater clothes and even Vans shoes! He isn´t goffic enough for me! I´m not going to da concert with him, I hate that fucking prep and I wish he died! Then I will be able to marry Tom Rid and we will live happ(i)ly ever after!”


autorka pôvodného veľdiela: Tara G.
glosátorka: Ayamee & Myzarey
článok pripravila: Ayamee

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  1. (Zrazu som si predstavila filmového Dumbledora prísť ku jednej študentke s kabelkou v ruke a priškrteným hlasom sa spýtať: “Čo si oblečieš na koncert?” Vybuchla som smiechom. )--> nie si jediná...xDDDDDpane Bože...ináč videla som dramatickú interpretáciu tohoto diela na youtube...umierala som...

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