She's the girl Mommy always told you to look out for...

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 23:47:08 GMT

Well, uh, I actually lied about my posts not being whiny. Erm.

My dog had to be euthanized today.

Dark, my German Shepherd, has always been with me. Aside from one or two short memories, I can't ever remember not having him. I loved him, and he loved me. But he was very, very sick, recently, and he no longer could walk or eat. A foul smell came from his mouth and fur. His head was bothering him, and his neck was swollen with something. It was horrible and sad to watch, but even so, I didn't want him to be euthanized

Mom got a pet cemetary dude to pick him up and bury him elsewhere. I can't say I'm happy with this. Dark must've been terrified in his last moments, but none of us could ever, ever shoot him. What I was really upset about was the fact she wouldn't bury him here. She says it would be too much, becasue the ground is so hard on account of the drought, and we'd have to gather tons and tons of rocks to pile on it, and it could just be that I'm upset and bitter, but I know that she woud've MADE the effort if it was for one of her precious cats, but not for my Darkness

At any rate, I haven't cried or anything, but it's still really painful. He was a good dog, really, REALLY old, and German Shepherds dont' generally last all that long. I hope that soon we can get another dog, and name him something good.

R.I.P., Dark.

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 00:05:32 GMT

Okay, Flist, I need to say something. I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really sorry. I haven't posted in here for so long it doesn't bear thinking about, but you knew that.

I had a period of time, a while back, where I loved to post on LJ, and loved to social-network, and get on and talk to people. But all of the sudden, a while back, my love for it just disappeared. I just stopped doing it. I tried to force myself to post, and I tried to come on and keep up with people. But I didn't. I feel like I betrayed people I considered my friends, and that I failed to live up to standards that normal people have to live up to. I'm not going to say that I'll post, and "I promise promise! Teeheehee!" because that would be sleazy of me. But, I'm going to try.

And if I do post again, it won't be this whiny. >o>;;;;

Edit: Erm, about the time I posted this, I thought: Hmm, maybe I should talk about myself instead of whining. I'm putting it under a cut for people who don't care.

Only one thing new about school: asian transfer students OMG. There's maybe seven, I don't know for certain because they're never in one place and I can only recognize a few of them individually. I'm friends-ish with two: Daisy Kim and Stella Park. Their names aren't ACTUALLY Daisy and Kim, they're Jeun And Jun, but everyone calls them Daisy and Stella and they haven't said otherwise. I don't want to mispronounce their names or something awful like that.... Anyway, Daisy and Stella are so polite and so friendly, it's very pleasant to talk with them.

Everyone in our class--I have Chemistry with them--is just AWFUL though. They mock them, they speak gooble-gook Chinese and Japanese, they tell rice jokes, it's horrible. Daisy has actually told one of them "you're mean, leave me alone" and hit one, though. That's awesome. Stella hasn't done anything, but I still think it'd be awesome if she punched that Evan fucker in his face.... Erm.

Why they thought it would be a good idea to send asian transfer students to Hillbilly Hell, I will never know....

Other than that, more of the same. Read Naruto, read InuYasha off and on... made enemies at school, made FRIENDS at school, which is kinda rare... gossiped.

Oh, oh, wait, I lied. My aunt's getting married. Oooooh yeah. Aren't you happy, my cousin? Teehee. The guy is nice enough, kinda creepy, really belittling. Some of the rumors about his family scare me, but I won't believe them until they're proved to me, I know how people in my town are.

His youngest son is in the class beneath mine and is really, really nice. I like him lots.

That's it for my life. If anything major's happened, like people have had babies or changed accounts, or something like that, or you hate me or are happy to see me again, or whatever, it would be really, REALLY helpful if you dropped a line in the comments. I'm going through my Flist backlog, but I won't be able to comment and it'd be really nice if you said something about anything majorly major. Thank you!

Bye bye!

I LIVE!!!

Mon, 19 May 2008 01:28:59 GMT

You all thought I was dead, huh? You did. Admit it.

But I'm alive! For those who are curious, my time away is very quickly summarized: Daddy works, hated school, my favorite cat was killed, failed projects, exams are up god no. But onto current events, because there's no point in dwelling on those things.

I moved my Nana today. She lived in this humongous house in a development full of snobby rich people, but she had to move to an ittybitty apartment in a senior-subsidized complex. My poor dad has to live with her on weekdays. D: But the plus is that we got a whole bunch of nifty nick-nacks from here because she didn't have room. Whoot.

Exams are, as I said, coming up, and I'm so dreading them because: Geh. I hate tests. The only one I don't have to take, I'm pretty sure, is mathematics, because we took that TAKS test. I wish they didn't have TAKS in high school, I really do. TAKS is a pain in the butt and most of the questions don't tell anybody anything. But enough about my hatred of government-enforced standardized testing.

Come summer, I hope to post much more than I have this school year, probably about nothing except shitty movies and how much I want Kishimoto to get slapped with a rotting halibut. Seriously, Kishimoto. You took Itachi's sexy level from hiiiiiiiigh in the skyyyyyyyy to the depths of Hell and you're still digging. Poor guy. And just where did the Big Bad Blue go?

Sometimes, I wonder if Naruto is worth continuing, and then I realize the futility of ever trying to give up such a series. For all that it's stinking now, it gets better. Please. It's always fixed itself. It has to this time. Please, let me just believe it. Let me believe that it will return, surpassing its former glory into whole new realms of beauty. Wow I've developed the tendency to prattle...

Oh, one more thing: I posted two pictures on dA! If you care to, please comment on them!

<3 Ash.

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 04:48:03 GMT

Ever not wanted to get into something because it was a genre you stayed away from and didn't generally like, and you didn't want to seem like a fanthing jumping the shark? Yeah... happened to me... but, as per usual, I failed to stand up to Moni's patented form of peer-pressure.

That's right, you demoness. I'm announcing it.

I-I-I-I'm in love with Death Note, guys. I am. Not a fandom I could really write for, because there's nothing I want to happen differently, or want to see from it. It's a great series... engaging, and with a lot of dialouge. Also: Near is adorable, and Mello?

Ah, Mello. I do so love Mello. Him, and his chocolate. That's right, Ryochan. ANOTHER Mello fangirl.

But, anyway, it's also a rarity in the realm of the anime--I prefer the anime to the manga. The anime is just beautiful, in terms of animation and use of color, and all sorts of things that sometimes make an anime undesirable. Secret: Ash hates the Naruto anime because most of the animation isn't too good. They half-ass it a lot. But ssssh. That's a secret. D:

Also: I'm mostly over this flu I've been having. It's a releif!

Edit: One more thing! Remember SentWithLuv? Sign the guestbook, dammit! I'll PAY people!!*

*not in actual money, but I'll do something.... just sign it!!

Pointless post is equalling over now. Goodnight, F List-chan!

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 00:49:11 GMT

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, EVERYBODY!

Wow, it's been a really long time, huh? I probably should've said something before I blipped out of exisistance, huh? .... >.>

I've started the DearS anime, and while it's good, I have this to say: If you want to start the series, start with the original manga. It's a lot better, and things are less rushed. If, however, you're only trying to watch to fufil any sick, perverted fantasies... or see naked, alien slave-girls, then by all means, just watch the anime. By all means. I give the series a ***** for the manga and a **** for the anime. I also rate the anime PG-15: there's nudity, but none of it is hardcore and the OP and ED are outrageously adorable.

Anyway, Happy Valentine's day! *prepares for the dreaded dive into the f-list...*

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 19:36:19 GMT

Happy Holidays, everybody! ♥♥♥♥

I need to read all of my Flist-back entries... ooooh....

If you'd like, comment on this entry and tell me what you want for Christmas! I probably should've started this earlier, but as a Christmas treat, if you'd like me to write something--absolutely anything, and I do mean it--I'll write it.

In other news....

Am I the only one bothered by how Naruto's coming out?

Maybe I'm being unrealistic, but the fact the Big Daddy Jiraiya didn't realize that Naruto was the destined child is just BUGGING the crap out of me. You spent a bloody year with him, knew both his parents... but you still think psycho-Pain is the destined child. Uh heh heh heh no.

But this latest chapter--the first page fills me with joy. Tobi's big battle is coming!! Woohooo! And Tobi kicked Naruto in the face. I laughed. So hard. I like Naruto and everything but DANG that was funny. And that pose he had, the hop-skip with both hands in the air? I liked that too. "Yay, I'm finally in the story again! And I'm a plot-point! Whooooo!"

Hinata-chan is so cuuuute. And the weird little thing the Leaf-nin did with the 'yeah' and the muttering and the WTF are you doing announcing that you're gonna jump him... it was kinda cute. Galvanize the troops! Galvanize them!

Itachi is pretty. Oh so pretty. I'm waiting for them to announce that he's actually a woman, he's so pretty. Is it some sort of plot-point that he's gorgeous and some kind of unstoppable (except by Sasuke, of course) juggernaut-ninja? Is it? And why is he always holding his left arm like that? Is it just a quirk?

I can't wait for the Itachi/Sasuke fight, or the Kisame/Suigetsu fight... and I want to watch Tobi be badass! Such trepidition I feel!

Merry Christmas!

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:40:50 GMT

Returning from Hiatus shortly to beg for favors from F-List-chan.

http://www.sentwithluv.com/

GO HERE. SIGN THE GUESTBOOK!! PLLLLLLEAAAAAASE! WE NEED 200 SIGNINGS BY FRIDAY!! TELL YOUR FRIENDS--PLEASE.

It's darling dearest Moni's Madre's software program; check it out. I helped on the editting and some of the layouts and things! Please, again, sign the guestbook and tell are your friends.

Will be returning gradually; can't spend a bloody week without F-list-chan. *sigh* I'm pathetic. 8|

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 23:54:25 GMT

Tobi is dead.
My dog, I mean. He's dead. He was eight months old, healthy as a horse... and he died, of pnuemonia. I found him lying out there, he was still breathing, I thought he was okay... took me a few seconds to figure out what was happening. I went into fits of hysterics. It was kinda awkward. I scared my sister screaming. *sigh*
We had to bury him... he was alright earlier but then he was just...

Anyway, I was on unoffical hiatus, and now I'm making it official. Will be ignoring social networking sights for a while, trying to focus on school and on other things, sorry you guys.

One Day You'll Put Your Eyes to the Sun and Say....

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 21:18:31 GMT

First, the message of most importance: OMG MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY!!! She's 12. I think. I've never been good at keeping track of how old people are. I've called my mom 43 since she turned 45. It's actually pretty funny to listen to.
Had family bonding with another unlikely catalyst: Pokemon games. I was having trouble rememberring the name of one of the cities and woke everyone that had Poke-smarts (plus five nerd points for this kid....) and asked. At ten 'o' clock at night. They didn't know. I run off to go get the game from the bathroom, and right before I get in, I scream "IT'S VERMILLION CITY YOU GUYS!!" at the top of my lungs. Woke up the old man. Whoops.
I'm pretty sure the neighbors heard me screaming "VERMILLION VERMILLION."

But anyway~~~~

HAPPY THANKSGIVING FRIENDS-LIST-CHAN!! ♥

What is F-List-chan thankful for?

Me, I'm thankful, first and foremost, for my mum and dad, who argue and squall and sometimes want to kill each other, but have stuck together through it all and don't beat up on me or the Brat or do drugs or anything like that. Seriously, you guys are the best ever. I love you.

I'm thankful for my friends, whom with I can be a pervert and make gross jokes and talk about my weird belief and philosophy system, and when they don't agree with me, which isn't all that common, they respect it. Even the ones that I've gained in just a few weeks--I'm friends with some of the most open, tolerant, zany as hell people I know. Even Bible-thumpin' Josef.

I'm thankful for the core of my friends, who've stuck with me since like, fifth grade. Kathy-chan, even longer. Seriously. You've stuck with me through my emo stage, through my denial stage, through everything. I owe you a whole lot.

I'm thankful for Monimistress, whom forgave me for being a selfish immature little slut and has gone on to be one of my closest friends, who scolds me when I'm immature ( and I am, terribly so) and laughs at me and doesn't mind me being a little bit sensitive.

I'm thankful for Friends-List-chan, gay as that sounds. You guys are interesting, supportive, entertaining--I love coming online and checking up on you guys. The humanity I see here online when I can't even see your faces far outshines the humanity I see surrounded by people at school. I can talk to people who have my interests without worrying if I should simplify my vocabulary. This is probably because everybody is probably older than me. This worries me only slightly.

I'm thankful for this country, even though that's cliche. I really am. I like be able to say, "You know what? Our leaders are currupt peices of dog shit, the education system sucks balls, I think gays should get married, transexuals are awesome, men are fucking pigs and the Rabid Christian Taliban can eat me," and be very unlikely to be shanked, shot, or beaten as a matter of government policiy. It's very nice and I hope that eventually more people can experience that feeling.

I'm thankful for our military. Seriously. You guys are the most important people in this country, and even though there are bad apples in every army, the good guys in our military out number them. You really care about us, and you're what makes the above possible. You're awesome.

I'm thankful for the ability to express myself through art. Although it's kinda hard to spread it around without a scanner.... but I digress. The ability to create is one of those things that seperates us from the other animals that don't wear clothes and most of which aren't intelligent enough to consider half the things we do. Such as rape and nuclear Jihad, but I digress. The ability to create is valuable and more precious, in my not-so-humble opion, than singing. We should have talent shows for art and writing more than those. But that's just me.

I'm thankful for the ability to LJ cut this shit so my F-List-chan doesn't castrate my ass.

Enjoy your fattening food and count your blessings. And stuff.

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 01:53:20 GMT

What do you mean, three pages of entries I haven't read, F-list-chan? Fuck you, school. I hate you.

The brat has some mysterious fever with coughing. If I get it I'll be seriously pissed off--I've missed way too much school already. Le Sigh.

I've been reading the entries, realizing more and more than although that my family may be bankrupt and have various other miscellaneous issues, I still have loving parents that at least make an effort to hide their freaked-out expressions when they look at my art and a mom that thinks finding 'drawings of dubious content' is funny.

Shit, Fluff. I'm sorry, I really am. I really don't know what to say here. I really don't. I'm totally sorry.

Also; had family bonding with mother and I swear to God this was not all my idea. I was laughing about porn and how you could find any kind of porn. She suggested Halo porn. I added Elite, just to make it freakier. We laughed as Google loaded.

Then laughed like hyenas when we got 81, 400 hits. Oh, how we caterwauled, oh how we rioted.

It was fun.

I'm going to disappear from the face of the interbutts for a while now, so I guess this is our long slow goodbye.

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 22:31:19 GMT

Did F-list-chan have a happy puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumpkiiiiiiiiiin?!!!??!

I drew gay designs on my face with face-crayon and said I was a Jashinite. Moni was GONNA be the Kakuzu to my oddly enough, redheaded, face-painted Hidan, but her mom said she looked like Sally from 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'. So she washed off the awesome mouthstitches. Le sigh...

I was emo and refused to go trick-or-treating. I have no clue what got into me--Halloween is my favorite holiday. I did, however leech of their candy bowl--and then left the chocolates in the car. They were all liquidy and warm and squishy when I got back in from school. Le sigh again....

All in all, it was pretty okay!!

And also: English Teacher-chan! PLLLLLLLLLLEASE let us start reading Animal Farm! I've been waiting since MONDAY and I WANT TO READ IT. SO BADLY. Please. I love you.

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 02:57:57 GMT

Heeeeeeeellllllooooooo....♥

Just got back from a debate tournement--first time for me.

Got top novice Lincoln-Douglas Debate speaker award. TOP NOVICE LD SPEAKER.

Bitch yes. I started laughing, and almost cried, and shook an old debater guy who practically wrote the Baylor Breifs's hand, and I nearly puked I was so nervous and excited, and I giggled like I was high for ten minutes. My buddy Dustin got 1st place for Novice LD debate in general. I'm so prrrrrrrrroud.

And also, certain people. I will email you. Just you wait.

Moni--Zeik knawed through parts of the engine so we had to get somebody to pick us up two hours late. FUCK YOU. I got pissed and kicked Zeik in the face--think one of his mandibles is broken so you might wanna check that. If it makes you feel any better, he lunged at me and even though he was leaking blood managed to tear up my leg with those little razor teeth.
Dropped him off with Miss Lisa with his limbs still hogtied and his mandibles propped open with a stick. Got out of there very quickly. He will probably tell you about it.
All else: Don't ask. Please. Moni's probably gonna kill me for posting that online, anyway.

I like this entry.

Oh, I'll probably say this again on the correct day but....

HAVE A VERY HAPPY PUMPKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN. ♥♥♥

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 00:11:03 GMT

THERE WAS A THREEWAY WRECK WHILE I WAS ON THE BUSSSSSSS! 8D

I was busy instructing the idiot sub we had on how to do the route and suddenly, there's the BAAAAAAAAAAM!! I look over so hard I nearly got whiplash, and this green slugbug has PLOWED into the back of a white pickup truck. His bed is touching the cab, his right rear tire is shredded and I thought he was dead. He was alright, but he was way close to the bus. He slides into another truck, red I believe, and they get a little banged up. They all slide around for a bit.

Then, out of the red truck pop a scrawny white dude and an absolutely GORGEOUS African American girl, who is in hysterics. The guy in the truck is in shock or something, because he never got out. He moved around, though.

I saw movement in the bug.

And then we left. All the little Elementary school kids were psyched. Weird little violent fucks...

School Yard Bllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuesssss

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 00:31:52 GMT

I WANT TO KNOW YOUR AGE COACH I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY DO. D8
My coach's first name is Clinton. That's so freaking hilarious. He teaches Algebra and also does Boy's athletics. Sadly, I'm probably failing his class as I was absent... and we have modified block schedule, and his class is the one of the ones I altenate between... and the DAY after the DAY I returned was the end of the three weeks so like... four assignments, down the drain... motherfuker.

I like school. It's been hard getting used to homework again though, and I've always had trouble. Ask Ryochan. He'll tell you alllllllllll about it. -_- But I have art with almost all my friends and our art teacher actually doesn't mind anime style art, unlike that one I had. Mister Bear, you old fucker. One of the best artists I've ever seen, and a pretty good teacher. Mrs H was better, though, and I improved insane ammounts under her. So fuck you.

I also have started taking dance, and I have a lot of friends there, too, considerring. Big ol' black dude named Devontai, and Rawley and Betty. Betty's a scream. Rawley is Rawley. Dance is hard for fat unfit faghags like me, though. *sobsobsob* But I'm managing, I am, and I've lost a bit of weight in my gut. My neck, however... guh.

I just finished a school project for English, which is really fucking boring since I didn't get PreAP, which I SIGNED UP FOR YOU FUCKING PRICKS. I WAS ONE DAY LATE, BOOFUCKITYWHOO. Ahem. Sequel to "the Most Dangerous Game." Finally got a storyline that didn't fellatiate testes, will turn in tomorrow.

All in all? School is quite fun. I like it.

I finally got Bessi baaaaaaaaack!! Naruto is fucked up!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, PERSON THAT IS MENTIONED ON MY F-LIST. weaboo , I THINK.
Oh, and Josef? Real life Josef? Just because you're closer to Jesus and are a Godly man who speaks to God and all that bullshit doesn't give you an excuse to treat us like you're higher than us, mmmkay? Don't make me punch you in the penis. ♥

Wake me up, and I'll feel better.

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 22:48:28 GMT

Well, children, it looks like we're being relocated not to Dallas, not to Oklahoma but....

The Ozarks.

The Ozarks.

THE OZARKS.

THE OZARKS!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!
This sucks so much balls. Thank you, Mom and Dad. So much.

Update.

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 00:03:07 GMT

Bessi fried. Can't use her. Will be gone from the the face of the internets for a very long time. *sigh*

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 00:53:30 GMT

First day of school tomorrow. Have no pencils. Fuckity fuck fuck. Have no bag. Scared. Nervous. Want to puke. Talking like William Shatner. God. Need to doll myself up for tomorrow. God. Makeup. I've never worn makeup to school before. God. Fucking... Shatner... voice....

*jumps off a bridge*

sigh

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:32:19 GMT

Yo, dudes/dudettes.

So, I've been staying at my buddy Moni's place on weekends, because the 'rents are house-shopping and I'm not pleasant company on road trips. I'm happy, everybody's happy.

I feel bad now, though, because I come back to dozens of entries, and I can't use Moni's computer to check the f-list because of the internet connection, and hauling Bessie around with her charger and fan and everything is a pain. Bessie is heavy as FUCK. D=

And then, I feel guilty when I don't respond to the f-list's entries. I'm pretty sure that the ANSWER is: "You're a ~~ninja~~ big girl. WALK IT OFF." And here's where we get to the only part of the entry worth reading.

TL;DR is: I'm a lazy motherfucker and I need to do something about it.

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 03:52:34 GMT

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!!!

MY DAD SAID A DRAWING I DID HAD RIPPED ABS!!!

This has never happened before!! He always says my guys are girly men, but not Kisame, oh no!! He COMPLIMENTED HIS MASCULINITY!!! *runs around the house celebrating*

I wish I had a scanner to show you! I still think Kisame's neck is thin, but I'm not touching "A Flower in Each Hand" oh no I'm not. It would violate the sacredness of my Dad's praise!! *still celebrating* DUDUDUDUDUDUDUUUUUUUUUDE!!! My dad's praise is always true because we promised not to sugarcoat our opinions of each other, and when he thinks I suck, he tells me, althought I don't always tell him to STFU when I think he should.

HIS PRAISE HAS LIFTED ME INTO SOME SORT OF OTHERWORDLY BLISS!! YEEEE!!
It's a good thing he didn't realize Itachi was a man or I might not have had his praise.....

[/pointless post]

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 03:56:18 GMT

So, at my girl Moni's place, we RPed like rabid monkies high on nitrus oxide. Some of our best RPs are KisameItachi. She's Kisame, and Itachi. You feel sorry for her Kisame, because he never, ever, ever wins. You want to tell my Itachi to pop a Midol and to use emotion when he insults people. I'm a MEAN motherfucker when I'm Itachi. ....but aaaaaaaaanyway.

One of the situation involved an AU post-coital (the sex was implied, calm down) trip to the supermarket. ...we lack for no originality, uh? Yes, yes. "El oh el." As I enjoyed it immensely, I transcripted it and coverted it to a fanfic.

Late Night Prime Rib-run.
Fandom: If you have to ask, then you obviously didn't read the above babble. Shame, shame.
Rating: Rather low, actually. PG, tops. Some language and the mocking of foreign cashiers that don't speak English. Or whatever they're speaking.
Notes: See above. My friend and I are funny.

Itachi didn't need to be able to see to know where the prime rib was, Kisame and his opinions be damned. He'd lived in Conglomeration his whole life and the grocery store had not changed one bit. Nope. He knew exactly where to grab. He took the plastic container and went to fetch Kisame.
Like the prime rib, Kisame could be counted on to be where he left him. He'd left him at the resturaunt that hungry grocery shoppers or store staff frequented, eating a sandwhich and glaring creepily at the poor man behind the counter.
"I have it," he said, to announce himself.
"Uh, Itachi-san," Kisame began. "I hate to burst any metaphorical bubbles you may have going, but that's a pot roast, not a prime rib."
Itachi's cheeks flushed for a few seconds, and he stood silently. Finally, he said, "...whoops," very quietly. Kisame sighed, finished off his mediocre sandwhich and stood. He put a hand on Itachi's back and said, "Let's be off."
Itachi scowled, and followed him back to the meat section, where the pot roast was put back and replaced with a nice prime rib. One of the corner's of Itachi's lips perked up at the thought of the scent of the cooking meat, but only for a split-second. Barely an eyeblink. Kisame probably didn't even notice. He was busy, as it were, arguing with the non-native cashier who didn't seem to speak the language.
"For the luvagod, lady, just take the debit card!" he begged. The lady ranted incomprehinsibly. "I'm in a fucking hurry!!"
"Of course the staff would be inadequate," Itachi mused. "It is three AM, after all."
"This is beyong inadequate! This is--thank you, lady!! Yes, yes, take the debit card!" There was a series of beeps, and the rustle of plastic as the woman bagged the prime rib.
"Tank oo foh cuhmang," the woman said, after a bit of translation on Itachi's part. He took the bag from her and tried to ignore her fevered babbling. He followed the sound of Kisame's footsteps to the car and sat down with the bag in his lap.
"I have to ask you something," he said once they got onto the road.
"Mmn?"
"Why did you take me out shopping for meat at three in the morning?"
Kisame was silent for a bit. "...we didn't have any other type of meat in the refrigerator."
"There is enough lunch meat in there to feed a small militia."
"You know I feel teased by synthetic meat," Kisame argued. Itachi opened his mouth to retort, and then clamped it shut. Kisame was getting him to be way too talkative. He'd have to start ignoring him. Yeah.
"Should we cook it when we get home?"
"....no. I'm going to bed when we get home," Itachi said automatically. So much for the ignoring him idea.

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 00:57:49 GMT

Holy shit, guyz. I'm gone for four days on a super-massive happy house-jumping trip with the girls and there's three pages on my f-list I had to check? WTF.... I can't comment to all of those. I feel overwhelmed.

Suffice to say I emphasized with all of you. Seriously.

Fluff, you deserve that job.

Sempai and Ariel? ILU. Seriously. Feel better, congratulations, and various other cliched phrases for you.

Taiyou, major congrats and friending you on DA once I remember my password.

Aaaaaand I can't remember anything else I was going to say on the entries, and will leave you with this slightly disturbing fact.

RPing two gay guys from a kid's series about ninja, in an AU, with a kid, is hard. It's harder when the two RPers are both girls. Guuuuh.... DX

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 00:46:19 GMT

I like horror stories. I like gore and horror and curses and wee goblins and murders and serial killers. I do.

I don't think I'll go to Fanfiction dot net looking for quality horror anymore.

Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of great horror-authors there, surprisingly. Maybe because not many people write 'M' rated horror stories. It makes it easy to sift through stories of a dubious quality. Hoooooowwwwwweeeeveeeer....

You, darling fic, made several mistakes.

1. Vexen Oblivion. That is all.
2. That horrible mean comment that he did? Was the lamest excuse for horrible meaness I have ever seen.
3. Riku does not stand up and curse out teachers due to the teacher "bullying" Sora and then pull him out of the room. Even if they are best friends.
4. Vexen the Anger Management patient/serial killer? I... guess. I suppose in the right hands that'd be an... interesting concept, really. But he would not be a teacher. Not now, not ever. Serial killers do not become High School Teachers.
5. At first, you had a rather... original, if not stinking of the B-movie era, plot, and then you started ripping off Saw. Bitch no. I like that movie. Not only did you rip plots and ideas, traps and events, you stole Jigsaw's "I want to play a game"
line. That's not cool. And you still claimed it was your plot.
6. Riku, Tidus and Sora all acted like teenaged girls/grade schoolers. Also, they wouldn't be staying at the house where Sora's parents were brutally murdered. They'd probably be in Federal/Whatever care, because first it was Sora's mum, then it was Riku's when they went over, and then Tidus's parents were kidnapped.
7. Those murders occured way too quickly. Riku leaves the room for a second and his parents are killed in two seconds? No.
8. Ending every single chapter in a cliffhanger does not increase suspence. It annoys me. Also, those chapters were really, really short. And you STILL review-peddled. That's rather conceited.

I probably should've read the rest, but I couldn't. Or was this the fic that said, "I'm discontinuing due to lack of inspiration/reviews" that she did? Can't remember.

I have the feeling I should stop doing rants while PMSing. That calls something else up: Some girls don't always cramp during the PMS. So kindly stop making it so they do. That is all for that mini-mini-rant.

ETA: OMG. SORRY. POSTED THIS TO WRONG JOURNAL. *blush*

You are all shocked by my sudden diverge from the norm!!!

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 16:32:18 GMT

Because instead of Naruto.... Ash is posting something InuYasha related!!!!! Woohooo!! *listens to the crickets*

Servitude
InuYasha fandom.
Naraku-centric, features Kohaku and other shades.
Set right before "Scroll Nine" of Volume 18.
Naraku muses on his servants before sending Kohaku out on a new mission.

Goshinki's mind was a flood, a flood without a damn or a valley to contain it. His mind was barely adrift on a sea of the thoughts of his prey, Naraku thinks, and while that may have given him an advantage, it would probably have been his downfall if he'd lived too long. What he accomplished in his few days of life was, however, undeniably useful, and thus this singular servant had earned a place in Naraku's mind. Other servants might die and be forgotten, but Goshinki was rememberred. It was an honor not so many of his servants had gained.

Almost on the opposite end of the spectrum, Kanna's mind was an utter blank. Just like the rest of her, white skin, white hair, white clothes, her mind was white. She obeyed completely, was utterly docile and useful. She was among his most trusted, although Naraku truly trusted no one but himself. She'd carried out his every order flawlessly, without moaning and groaning and whining.

Closest to Kanna was Juromaru, who was not among his success stories in the long run. His mind was a blank simply because he hadn't seemed to have a brain of his own. He was an automaton to his sibling, Kageromaru, who, while an extremely efficient killer, hadn't had a sense of obediance or respect, and had killed whoever he pleased, including the golem Naraku had sent to deliver him to InuYasha and his motely crew. But in the end, even his blinding speed and instinct only for killing and controlling his brother Juromaru hadn't been enough for that disgusting half-breed and Koga of the Wolves.

The real problem child was Kagura. Stupid woman that she was, she thought that she could rebel him without him knowing. One day, she would be punished, but as of right now her skills were too valuable to throw away completely. He knew her mind, not from creeping into it, but because she wore it plain for all to see like a garment. She didn't even mask her contempt or disgust, or her resentment at being sent on petty spying missions.

But among his favorite servants, Kohaku was surely his favorite. InuYasha and his mortal companions may have had no problem cutting through Goshinki, cutting through the two brother Juromaru and Kageromaru, or attempting to cut through Kanna and Kagura, but they refused to harm Kohaku, all in the name of love, and family. The very idea was laughable. Kohaku was a doll, and not just a doll but a doll with innocent blood staining his hands. In a world with any justice, which InuYasha seemed to have a fair addiction to, the boy would be punished. After all, had he not with his own weapon murdered his father and friends, even attemted to murder his own beloved big sister?

"Kohaku," he called, and like a puppet, whose strings were made of voice rather than hemp, the child came foward, brown eyes blank. His freckles were beginning to fade away, since he spent so much time hidden away from the sun. "Listen well to my words..."

That night, Naraku returns Kohaku's heart and moves his castle, chasing Kohaku out with an empty threat. The boy is picked up by his sister and his companions. Naraku smiles. They will soon learn the power he has over his servants, even when they do not know they are being controlled.

I haven't delved into this fandom in, god, ages, and I couldn't find all my volumes. So, I just know that there's a glaring continuity error in there, somewhere....

Art post!

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:17:44 GMT

Well, you guys remember the profiles I posted for my two characters, Crys and Josi? Well, I finally got off my fat bum, dug my tablet out of the abyss, and popped these two monstrositites.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/62034224/ Crys
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/62033992/ Josi

There we go! I also made a Wallpaper of the two using these pictures, but I decided against posting it unless people reeeeeeeeally want to see them. I might be posting more art today, now that I finally got my tablet out and am using it, though I thought it might be a good idea to post these since I already had the profiles.

Sasuke glowered. This was ALL that damn shark's fault.

Tue, 07 Aug 2007 19:08:51 GMT

Like the masochist I am--YES, MISTRESS, YES!!!--I joined a Naruto MPreg comm, made by none other than my sempai. *sigh*

Those of you might remember me bitching about MPreg in a rant-comm, so this may seem a little contradictory, but maybe this fandom will be a little better about the Manbebbehs than KH was. Maybe.

......Sweet Jesus, I hope so.

I'll try to write something good for it.