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Monday, September 3rd, 2007
12:15 am	So, there I was, minding my own business and watching a movie when all of a sudden I had the overwhelming urge to write this. Since this was the first serious urge to write I've had in a very, very long time, I did as it commanded. ( Ta da! ) Current Mood: crappy Current Music: Fire of Unknown Origin -- Blue Oyster Cult (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 28th, 2007
8:25 pm	Everything I love is there inside; all these breakouts on the Oklahoma-Texas line. ( Chapter One? ) Questions, comments, et cetera, I want it all. I need to get off this Rascal Flatts phase because I've never, ever liked country this much. It's that damn voice! It's hot. Current Music: Oklahoma-Texas Line -- Rascal Flatts (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 29th, 2007
10:37 pm	If I could take you to paradise of above, oh, life could be dream, sweetheart. ( I'm trying so hard... ) Ta da! It's really OOC! It's something! Current Mood: weird Current Music: Sh-Boom (Life Could Be Dream) -- the Chords (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 25th, 2007
9:56 pm	You've torn your dress, you're face is a mess, oh, rebel, rebel. ( Comic? Eh, what? ) Current Music: Rebel, Rebel -- David Bowie (Comment on this)
Friday, March 23rd, 2007
10:16 pm	If you've got nothing left say 'I don't want to be in love, I don't want to be in love'. ( Some thoughts on it all. ) I've been all in a tizzy trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do. __silent_wishes, I would be much obliged if you could get that A/D piece to me ASAP. It's just bit of external input that I'd like to have. ( A handful of workings towards the ship and the second book. ) Current Mood: crushed Current Music: GC's new album...because I JUST CAN'T HELP MYSELF (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 11th, 2007
9:56 pm	I bring you ( the roughest finished version of Chapter Twelve: Landed ) and ( a quick doodle ) So...there! I know I should have gotten something done, but I spend the week at avatar_fanart and wound up scribbling in my sketchbook the entire time. :P I think I made some good fan comics though. Current Music: Pleasure Fucker -- Maroon 5 (yay bootlegs) (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 4th, 2007
10:36 pm	F.O.R.D. Found On Road Dead (Or How To Work On A Car And Not Be Bored, Especially If You Are A Girl) I am not exactly smart. Well, not that I don't know about a lot of things, but sometimes I can get a little too excited and drop fifteen hundred dollars meant to go towards a functional car and not two rusting hulks. My dad was proud, but my mum looked a little purple with I had them towed home. I fiddled with the bill of sale in my pocket, which read: 1 1966 Ford Mustang, no VIN and 1 1966 Dodge Charger, no VIN sold to X Edith Sherry on this day, May 12th, 2007. $1500.00 due paid with check. Signed: X Skip Hershey ( trying to give some charcter to cars, because it interests me ) Current Mood: crazy Current Music: I Should Be... -- Dru Hill (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 30th, 2007
11:33 pm	Je te...je te...je te CONNAIS PAS! Drake and I were now allowed to be held in the same area since we were no longer needed as witnesses, so there was no way we could collaborate our stories. Kara was refusing to show up today at all. Today was the day that the verdict fell, and that should be shaking our worlds. Kara was just at work, shaking her ass. Drake hovered over me silently, having been reduced to a mere wraith by rehab. He was disturbing to be around with his washed out appearance. His blue eyes were now a flat gray and they held only a mere flicker of the person I knew was in there, slowly drowning. Though he could be glimpsed at through his eyes, his mannerisms were becoming childlike, like the way he cupped my hands together in his and pressed them together hard. It was for the warmth, I think, that he did this, for he was freezing to the touch. I knew, at some points, he was waiting for me to recoil and flee, something he knew from past experiences. Instead, I pitied him the best I could, even allowing the little romantic part of my personality to think that maybe, under much different circumstances that, well...maybe... But he was dying now. We both knew that he had just given up on life, so there was no more time left to be nasty. I might as well be nice because no one else, especially not Alex, was ever going to thank him for his scarifice. We had both handed out our affections, however rough or awkward they might have been, to the black haired boy and we had both come up empty handed. Though, had we really expected anything back in return? Drake and I had gained with Alex a close, personal friendship that he was throwing away. The true shock was, "how could he do this to us? We know he knows how this feels!" Drake's head dipped and his shoulders overtook it. I slid to the floor where he had been kneeling and let him rest his head in my lap. For what it's worth, at that moment, we were just two prisoners seeking solace. --- D'aw, the angst of it all. Far too overdramatic, but they are teenagers. And if you read stuff from the turn of the century, this would be, like, a normal sort of relationship. Still, I figure I'd need to throw in a bit more. You know, in case some whackjob decides that they like the idea of a D/D ship. >.> I will publish, there will be fan fiction, I, being the sicko that I am, will read it. Om. The title means 'I don't know you', 'je te connais pas'. Current Mood: silly Current Music: Je Te Connais Pas -- the Prototypes (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 6th, 2007
7:55 pm	Corey! I thought I had one for Disenchanted! ( Such Great Heights ) Current Mood: curious Current Music: Heartbreak Hotel -- Elvis Presley (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 31st, 2006
1:21 am	Sentence-y LJ shipping of DOOM! ( sentences ) It's a one sentence prompt challenge list from some comm. I had some serious discussions about the A/D ship and where that could go (as well as what fan fiction writers would do the thing in general) so I decided to give it a whirl and try to remove my bias a little. Current Mood: geeky Current Music: Your Song -- Elton John (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, December 16th, 2006
5:38 pm	...a mix thing, supoer embarrassing. ( so...bored... ) And out of things to wrap. I've had this kicking around for a while. Current Mood: crazy Current Music: Underground -- Ben Folds Five (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 18th, 2006
5:12 pm	time to band some ideas around ( some bits and pieces for chapter twelve ) Throwing ideas around, trying to find a tidy ending. So many elements that I need to wrap up. Current Mood: guilty Current Music: Stairway to Heaven -- Led Zeppelin (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 8th, 2006
10:19 pm	She's a dwelling place for demons. Well, i'm almost done with chapter eleven. Not that didn't take a monumental amount of time, even for me. I just need to smooth out some wrinkles near the end, then I can finally post it! Banzai! But, according to the layout that I need to finish this all off, there will only be one more chapter and a epilogue, both of which will probably exceptionally short. THEN MY BLOODY VALENTINE IS FINISHED! I can taste the victory in that already. :^) And I do plan on writing a sequel. This one book would drag if I kept adding onto it, seeing as the planned ending it, shit hits fan, swing back to the trial where the reader is brought back up to speed with what has happened since the shit hit the fan. I still don't have a clear idea on what exactly I want the sequel to focus on, since MBV has become something entirely different than than what I had intended it to be; which was comical and upbeat. Any sequel ideas would probably be focused on that careful support system and friendship that Alex and Dru have being dissolved as they are shoved into their respective colleges and lives. It would probably pick up with them in the eighteen/nineteen range. I don't know how they would work as a couple, though. I've been asked if I've got any intention of setting them together...but, I just can't see it work. I would like to see someone else write a ship for them, it would help me a lot. The interlude between the two novels is Ten Reasons Teens Smoke, focusing on Drake and his story in a series of shorter stories, each his attempt to connect the dot while he's in rehab, as well as a focus on his breaking down slowly; virtually, I plan on having Drake waste away. Not quite sure if his death could be a catalyst for the second novel...but it's not out of the question at this point. I remember when I started out how I was going to write something happy. Now I'm talking about making sure everyone has got what they need to survive, but nothing they want. Current Music: Bankshot -- Operation Ivy (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 3rd, 2006
11:23 pm	They have a fight, Triangle wins -- Triangle Man. Clay wasn't talking to me at dinner. My stupid big mouth got me into this, but like hell I was going to make up for it. He gave me a glare again, but somehow I found it hard to take it seriously. Then again, I knew why when I got back to our room. “Where are all my pants?!” I screamed as I tore through my drawers. “CLAY!” He strode out of the bathroom, my favorite pair of cutoffs on, and smacked his ass. “Damn it if they all don’t look perfect on me.” “Clay.” I fumbled around for words. “I need my pants.” He shrugged. “It’s your peace offering to me. I get full access to your pants, we get along again, no more hating my roommate.” I gaped at him as he adjusted the waist of my pants again. “That’s not fair.” Clay sniffed. “And neither is what you did, so there. Be happy. It’s not like it’s your underwear or anything.” “But, but – I need pants!” “You have a skirt in there, don’t you?” “Well, yeah, because my mom made me bring it – ” “Then wear it.” Clay smiled. “And I’ll consider giving you some of your pants back.” o-o-o Sean was giving me an odd look. So was Mack. I was going to have both of their heads if they continued staring. “Yes! I own one! Now fuck off.” I shot at them. “Can you play in that?” Sean said. “Yes.” I hissed. “I didn’t even think you owned one of those.” Added Mack. I adjusted my skirt and took my place behind the base drum. “Are we playing, or are you ogling?” Both turned away and scooped up their instruments and sniggering audibly. I hate Clay. Note: Dru's band mates are as follows: Sean ( bass, vocals ), Rob ( guitar ) and Mack ( guitar, keyboard ). They don't have a name yet, though, I need to of one soon. Current Mood: crazy Current Music: Welcome to the Black Parade -- My Chemical Romance (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 24th, 2006
7:59 pm	Well now. See, when you have to give characters a look or a wardrobe, the internet can help! Indeed, it can since you can hunt down one item in specific and it helps with the visualising and such. Behold the clothing websites, honestly, lots of fun. Ah, but when they start to entertain you, it's something awful. Started off on HotTopic.com since that seemed a good place to start. Then Corey tipped me off to AngryYoungAndPoor.com. Then there's always FuckTheMainstream.com, which is very over-advertised, which is entertaining in an ironic way. But, the latest site I've found that's really made me laugh my ass off is KinkyAngel.com -- seeing as they have way too many clothes made out of patent leather and vinyl. Maybe it's just me. But I found Kara's, erm, work uniform? And now I can't re-find the link since it's a huge ass site. But I really like this dress. He he. Rambling over. Current Mood: weird Current Music: Champloo Music, don't feel like looking at iTunes. (Comment on this)
Monday, August 21st, 2006
12:51 am	THE BOYFRIEND -- for Rocky, in a sense. "Ain't he cute?" "He's in tights . . . sparkly tights." “Well, of course. He’s a figure skater.” “How on god’s green earth did you meet a figure skater?” “Friend of a friend and a game of Gay Chicken and Seven Minutes In Heaven. He was in closet ‘til I took him in the closet.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s such a good basis for a relationship.” -- on Clay's boyfriend. It's been a month now since I posted in here. Yikes. Um. I've been writing fan fiction? Like a maniac? So much that I think my friends are going to stop talking to me because I keep spamming their friends lists? And I can't stop gathering anime tracks? I have InuYasha, Rurouni Kenshin Cowboy BeBop and Samurai Champloo soundtracks. But I am back working on MBV! *punches her fist in the air* The Camp Arc is back on track! Current Mood: mischievous Current Music: Eh, more Cowboy BeBop music because it's addicting. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, July 17th, 2006
6:44 pm	I gave an eleven year old unedited Disturbed and In Flames. I'm a very, very bad person. Corey needs some serious recognition for Disenchanted, I forget which number book, but it's my favorite piece yet. So, she's over at disenchantedwse, here's the unfinished first chapter, and it's get so much better as things get going. I love Seth. *waves her hands around* Let's here it for crazy stoners! In honor of it driving me crazy, I crossed Disenchanted with My Bloody Valentine ( so needs a new title ). ( dare to, uh . . . click? ) And I did give an eleven year old unedited Distured -- their three albums in fact. Why? Because no one should think that Green Day are revolutionaries in punk and so hardcore when there are so many better bands out there. Three discs of Disturbed and one of In Flames, then a fifth touching on some of the better artists in the past forty years; Cream, Jimi Hendrix, Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Dead Kennedys, ect. The basics. Current Music: Dopeman -- Less Than Jake (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 4th, 2006
2:02 pm	this is going to be a bizarre back to back, if you know what I mean I finished tucking my clothes into a drawer as Clay did the same. A shirt sailed over my head. I vaguely recalled Drake doing something like that. I turned around, assuming, you know, that it was a spare. Well, no, Clay struck a pose in his boxers. I quickly turned around. “Turned on?” He asked merrily. “Please put your clothes on.” I said. He huffed. “I can’t try you if you don’t let me.” “Please, please put your clothes on.” “You got someone back home who’d get mighty jealous?” “Put them on!” I snapped. “Thank god I’m only in here for a few days.” “Where you going?” “For a walk!” Which was also a bad idea, because when I got back, he had my bondage pants on and was casually reading a magazine. He just smiled, all smug, when I resigned to this fact and flopped onto the pathetically small camp bed. Later. “Can I have my pants back now?” “I don’t know; I really like them. Your ass has stretched them out just the right amount to be comfortable on me. It’s a beautiful thing really.” Current Mood: lazy Current Music: Closer -- Maroon 5 [ Nine Inch Nails cover ] (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 30th, 2006
12:18 pm	Justin. Damn it, stop being emo! And you look nothing like the singer of AX7, so take that off your profile, kthnxbye! Current Mood: mellow Current Music: Hey Good Lookin' -- Bomb Squad (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006
10:27 pm	I'm onto something with that blue hair though. I maneuvered the bass into place, then headed to get my bag of clothes and such. I nearly collided with a red haired case. "Oh my god!" He swore loudly. "Shit -- I'm sorry." "No, it's ok . . . do you need help with that?" I asked, peeping around the drum. He grinned. "Yeah, I got another bass back there, you don't mind, do you?" I rolled my eyes. "Look, I maybe a girl, but I managed to get my set back here all by my lonesome." "Sweetheart, I don't care what you do as long as you move." He grunted, configuring the case in his arms. I shifted to the side and he passed. I found my bag after a frantic search, figuring I had forgotten it in the midst of double checking my drums and worrying about Alex ( not much . . . just a little ). My red-headed drummer popped out of the paths -- artificial red hair, like Kara's, and only on the crown of his head, the rest was artificial black. Goth. He lifted his other bass and took off ahead of me. I followed behind slowly, not being surprised in the least when I learned we were staying in the same cabin. He practically dropped the other bass and parked his ass on it, smiling, slightly unrepentant. “I see since you’ve followed me all the way here that you either have a thing for drummers or you’re staying here.” “It’s the latter, yes. I also gather from your tone of voice that you are the last person I want to be sharing a room with.” He licked his lip ring and grinned again. “I’m Clay. Joey Clay, but because you like me so much, I want you to all me Clay.” “I’m Andrea Forester, and because I want you to be as far away as possible, call me Dru.” “Ah,” he winked, “Playing hard to get, I see.” I snorted. “You wish.” “My boyfriend would kill me you know, he’s rather jealous.” I choked on my own spit. “Your . . . boyfriend?” Clay cackled. “Surprised?” I shrugged. “Try me.” He nodded. “I will.” Summer camp. New friends. Sort of. And I do like slash. See? Gosh, every time I see these two as a couple, I practically choke with satisfaction. My apologies to One Piece fans who are yay close to tearing their eyes out, but for chrissakes! Think about it, the Captain is made out of rubber and, yes, thank you Oda, we know now that everything stretches ( some moron asked in an SBS ), the first mate has three swords ( hello! ) and the cook gets routinely called "ero". Don't make me go into all the reference one word can imply. Current Music: Japanese Cartoons -- Strongbad Emails on my iPod >:D (3 Comments |Comment on this)