You're so silly. 83 AND GEEBUS...

TEGAKI IS TOO ADDICTIVE--"I just don't know how to quit you!!!! D8<"

...No idea. I'D like to know. :|

Greetings everybody!

Uwah, s'been a while since I last sat myself down to type up an entry. I apologize for my non-existence. The times I do appear is only to put up random crap fun.

Hopefully I can change that at this moment.

ANYWHO, the actual reason for me to type up an entry would be today's successful meeting with my Honors Project director (yes...Honors--FEAR IT!). Ever since my entrance to North Carolina's Wesleyan College, I've signed up for Honors. Good thing about it: I get some financial aid for tuition...AND get some interesting courses to boot! Bad thing: SO MUCH WORK involved as well as TIME. Schedule problem also exists since some honor courses I SHOULD take occur with a course I MUST take for my major, Pre-Medicine. In the eyes of a bystander, he/she would dub me "suicidal."

I'd be lying if I disagreed XD.

But yes, Honors...with Honors project included. If I don't fulfill this project (which can be anything you want so long you have A) a director, and B) approval by those in your committee)then I'll graduate without honorary ropes. So their lies one of the many reasons why I've abandoned blogging. Usually I've been tired, and I didn't trust myself to give everybody a coherent account of any happenings. Now... Now I feel like I can do it for today. :D

SO! My Honors Project! What is it? Research? Geebus, no. I figured that I'll be immersed in that particular activity throughout the rest of my life most of my life. I should enjoy myself before taking up the big guns, else I'll go crazy. It's at this point I salute those hardcore med students who forge on, continuing on a straight path. While most of my honor peers go in research, a couple of us took the creative approach (heh, a salute to one student who's going to present an art exhibit! AWESOME!?). As for me, I took up a great challenge: A collection of short fiction... Specifically GHOST STORIES. Now I'm sure most of my readers would scoff at that. Ghost stories? Sheets, chains, and spooks? Pfft... A BREEZE!

If you said that, I'd cuff* you on the head. WRITING SHORT FICTION IS ONE HELLUVA CHALLENGE! Not like writing novels, in my opinion!

And GHOST STORIES? You think I can get away with scenes like The Grudge or A Christmas Carol? Have ghost, will haunt/possess you? PAH! Who hasn't SEEN that stuff already? Especially with movie buffs!

And to compress details that COUNT in such a SHORT PERIOD OF TIME, well... A challenge. Definitely.

I must be a masochist. Gotta. Ugh.

Many times I've turned in drafts to my director, and often I'd have dread settling in the pit of my stomach. Since my meetings with him were set on Friday (You: Idiot, why Friday?!), the last day of the week became a day of anxiety. Also, the drafts returned to are etched with black ink. Jotted notes EVERYWHERE. I had some classmates looking at them and they'd shake their heads.

One girl went, "Why does he want to change everything? It was fine the way it was!"

Now comes the weird part. One would assume I'd get disheartened over the whole thing. Drive myself into a corner of my room crying out, "I SUCK, I SUCK, I SUCK-SUCK-SUUUUCK!!! I SHAN'T WRITE NO'MORE!" Well, not exactly...

I'm disheartened over my mistakes (since some were so obvious/trivial). THAT'S what get me. But other than that, I actually love the way my drafts have so many scrawls. Ah, I see. Serious business.

I felt happy that someone would put so much time picking at lines, crossing out words--fine-tuning my work. I feel it more when I get drafts returned. Even though they still have some markings, my director often tells me, "I like..." or "It's good..." He even thought to submit some of my stuff to the school paper...

This man doesn't spin sweet words to soothe you. If you piss him off, he'll let you HAVE it. If you gave him sh-tty work, he WILL say "...This is complete and utter sh-t." Perhaps not in those exact lines, BUT you'll know. Right at your face.

Today was good. We sat and discussed my latest story (story #3), and...he liked it. One step closer to my goal. Bonus: he asked if I wanted to submit it to the head of the school paper. @_@ Eeeeek...! Now with 3 short stories in my arsenal, I'm off to type up 2 more--one long, the other short (long = 5+ pages, short = 3 pages). Of course, there will be days when I'm stressing over revisions and rough drafts, and yes.

I'll be clumsy, or sometimes late in submitting my work. But I'll get it done. I'm surviving. My level...is over 9,000 (XD!) and climbing.

...How's everybody? "Hello, hello... I'm reaching out to you again; I haven't forgotten you."

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* Yes, I used "cuff" informally. No worries--I know what it means, but chose to use it in a different way (like others before me, so have at you!)

Aw man... Thanks to a chance view the thumbnail at the side, I clicked...and voila. PURE [DANCE] AWESOMENESS!

And with cute sprite characters, haaaa~ I couldn't help it. Gyahahaha, I like how Paaraa[Me]'s sprite is all "EFF J00, I'M SINGING 'SOUSEI NO AQUARION'!!!"... Oh, and Nodoame singing "Kuria made wa Nemuranai!"... <3

That just made my night (and started my obsession. Crap.) SO, since I'm cheap and I don't have the means of getting it, I'll keep replaying this vid for a while

>XD 'Cuz I'm a dork.

Oooh yeeeeah... Trying to redo some of my icons for LJ, bwahahaha! Had to redo some of them since they had similar templates, meh. And Ez's "flirt" icon? Sucky. Just...sucky. SO...


Still kind of iffy with Hiko's, but oh well, lol... SOME OTHER TIME, GRAWR!

Oh Ray, Ray, Ray...

Why are you so difficult to write about? Does this mean that I don't know ANYTHING about being so [utterly] lonely! PAH! And I thought I was a good client about such business. But seriously, Ray...why?

Anywho, I have this vague notion about your story. First off, you went from being an [unclaimed] bill accountant in a stuffy cubicle to a very...subdued individual working the photo development center. I believe the establishment's Snapps, lol (not to be confused with Snapple juice, foo'~!). Your workplace sucks since:

A) You have a co-worker who still cannot remember your name (or take you seriously), and

B)You're too meek to leave much of an impression for anybody, thus you've been dubbed the Ghost at the Counter. No different from those blank sheets. Hopefully you can change that by meeting the so-called woman of your dreams...Mina. Ba-da-boom, ba-da-bing, am I right? What's so special about her anyway?

Ah, of course--she's beautiful...Big whoop. How so? How can you seek her out of the usual line of people demanding to have film developed? It's her vibrant red hair, isn't it? Makes you think of fire...warmth--you're alive. Green eyes--"entrancing" people would say... And that smile! Yow! Crest-white (does that stuff even work?) Awesome! But still, that's just the appearance at work...you jerk. What really makes you fall for her? Seriously, dude.

She remembered your name.

...That's it, huh? Name? No? She offers kindness. And oh, wow...she could care less about Mitch (even though he's OH so trying hard to give her that 'come hither' look and all). A bonus, right? More spotlight to you than him. But problem? She's distant.

Yeah, didn't you notice? She's distant. That roll of film? BAM! A guy's face (ex-boyfriend? Late husband? Oh shiz...). You don't know--thus you get more curious. You want to know more about her. You check out the other rolls of film. Memories laid out, face shots. Who took the pictures? Mina's all happy, and you notice how wide that smile of hers is compared to the one you've just. More trouble--more pictures, but with that man you saw earlier. Intimate shots. It's like a forbidden word to speak out, the way you're intruding, looking at her photos like that. But you couldn't look away, could you? So what do you do?

You made copies of some of the photos and kept them. Hand out the packet, take the money--done. That night you go back to your lonely apartment, and study those pictures. You will become that man.

Throughout the next few days, you try to hang out with other people, other women just to see if you can dish out the same charm, the same smile. Eventually you did since a few are interested. Successful, you feel like you've changed, and thus when you get back to work...

Mitch notices. Old customers notice. Then here comes Mina...another packet in hand. She sees you...and fear crosses her face? But why? you ask yourself. What did you do? You just smiled, moved...and she flinches from you. You ask what's wrong, she denies that something's wrong, but she won't look at you at all. Throughout the whole transaction, she avoids eye-contact with you and leaves. You only focused on her back as it recedes from your vision...disappearing from the crowd.

That night you're reading the newspaper...and see a familiar face. The caption reads, "Man dies from heart failure..." You push on, reading, and it turns out that Mina had a lover on the side. Her husband found out--there was a scuffle, and then...

Guilt. Disgust. You don't know what to think at this point. You imagine Mina's hair, swaying as she walked off--a flickering flame that was snuffed from the faceless mass that day. What to do? It was fake, that small hope... Dejection begins to sink in. Angry, you push aside those photos you copied from Mina's set. Some fall, their faces staring back at you. Others turn over, and you get some speckled, white sea at your feet. That's when you begin to Fade Out.

1. Of course, rule of thumb is... "If it's forced, it ain't creativity." Or something like that. Actually, no--just making it up but it makes sense to me at the moment (Don't judge me!)

2. FIRE BREEEEEEEEAAAATH~! SMOKEY JET!

3. Panic...what a betraying emotion. Geebus. And my hands...what the heck? My hands! My fingers aren't working properly! Specifically the pinky (you insubordinate thing, you!). It's almost numb, and it likes to stretch out elsewhere. Hm...that sounded freaky, huh? o_o Weird image.

4. SENDAI DASH! SENDAI DASH! WHY, WHY....OKAAAAAAA-SAAAAN~!

5. Kagamine Len... [manwhore] vocaloid. Seriously. Checking out some of his songs brings me to the conclusion that the boy...is mischievous, spirited, and a sweet talker when he wants to be. And I thought the other wolf-life jerks *cough*RoJin*cough* and such were bad. Which brings me to this daydream... Say I actually meet a person who embodies Kagamine Len. Now if it's a kid, d'aaaaw... It'll be like the widdle bruddah you never had. 8> Cute. That'll be it, though.

Now if he was older, like my age...or 4 years older (<--random calculation)... UWAAAH, BIG TROUBLE! He'd be a trash-talker, but smooth with the ladies... What an odd mix. Think "Kyo Sohma" of Furuba...but he KNOWS the charm he exudes (not like Aya, geebus), but like, hm... Well, closest thing to it would probably be... UWAGH, WHAT'S HIS NAME! Oh snap, I forgot sensei/the dog guy's name! crapcrapcrapcrapcrap...er... AH, SHIGERU! Hooray for remembering the first lettah! But yeah...deadly. Uber deadly.

6. WHY AM I STEPPING ON SO MANY TOES VIA AIM?! >_< My timing...still sucks.

7. GEEBUS, RAY! HOW COME YOU'RE SO HARD TO WRITE! Does this mean that I'm not observant enough? My writing fountain...was non-existent?! </3 8. Blah-blah, blah! Blah-blah-blah! TIME! HOW I'D LIKE TO PUNCH THINE...GUT! 9. Too much caps. Fo'realz. So geigh on my part. 10. "OKAAAA-SAAAAAAN~!!!?" 11. Wow, I forgot to add quotation marks...at places that count. Hm... Laziness...versus necessity... N...er...LAZINESS! 12. Seriously, Ray...what'chu want? You hate your job...'cuz you're such a ghost, and then there's Mina... BUT MITCH'S THERE, OMGWTHBBQSAUCE! 13. Fridays...lost relief factor on my part. Now I dread it...SUCKS!

And yes... Shameless reposting of this. XD I just...really like it a lot ._.;

You are a ray of sunshine; a glorious combination of hilarious humour and heartfelt tenderness. Although your lighthearted comments may be misunderstood, you are still a favourite amongst your friends. What Kind Of Anime/Manga Are You?

Which Song Would You Sing If You Were A Death Note Character?
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What Popular Video Game Genre Are You?
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This be a test... Shyeeeeaaah...

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So.....5 days into the new year and I didn't report in on anything. Then again, not much happened. I haven't don the thigh highs o'justice to duke it out with my arch nemesis, vinyl suit (haaaah, inside joke). Nor have I shot down any effin' vajura (inside joke #2). Nah--psych. Haven't been Macrossing or Neuroing much either, le sigh...

Not quite sure what to do anymore--so restless! Perhaps my body's already revv'd up for classes. Regardless that my mind would just freeze thinking about note-taking. One thing to say, though...

ROUND 2 OF THE OTHER ORGANIC CHEMISTRY, GEEBUS!

Yep. Hopefully pickleball will take the edge off. AND I WILL BE A GREAT "WARRIOR" AT IT TOO, JUST LIKE THIS GENTLEMAN RIGHT HERE: NO. LIE.

On a sidenote: one cannot be sure to, how to say... "eff up" the senior citizens. Seriously--they're interesting/tough. Makes it fun to age nicely, huh? :D (Okay, okay--maybe it's just me...pah!)

But yeah--new year, new semester... Newborn hope and GUTSU!

It's "Stay with Me" XD. Gah... Too cute/fun/RAWR!

...I think... I'm starting to get a focused image...of the kind of guy I'd fall for.



I can honestly say that I'm setting myself up for COMPLETE ANNIHILATION. <3 --> </3>XD....8D.....\8D....</div>

Which reminds me of those rare, girl chats with Vethea who once told me that she could see me with an Arrogant, jerk-face (exact terms NOT used. "You can handle him," she said. Dubious. Very dubious. =_= Eh, who am I kidding? S'not happening any time soon (and so the world heaves a sigh of relief--the Apocalypse isn't on the horizon). =3= I'm being siiiiiilly... Or just in a tizzy, gyahahaha....ha... *SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH~*

Oh geebus... I heard this song Thursday morning, right when Pop and I were on our way to "Chapill" to pick up the others. Loved it from the first strums of the guitar, kyaaa! Has Oomph to it, it does.

That and I always fall for the change of tempo for some of the stanzas. So when I heard it, the tone from it was like:

GRAWR, I HATE BEING THIS WAY! XD...D8<

Whew. Just had to get that out.

..."Effin' vajura" indeed.

ALSO... 3oh!3's Rich Man song is...oddly catchy.

Sensual Earth Sign Lover

Your sexual expression is of an Earth Sign nature. Realistic, grounded and patient, you are straightforward in conveying your desire. You value your time and your energy, so you don't want to waste any of it playing games with your affections. In your eyes, honest intimacy is the best policy, that way you keep a firm grasp on the consequences of your actions and decisions. You realize that sex has serious mental, emotional and physical implications. But that doesn't mean you don't know how to enjoy yourself! Earth Sign energy is highly responsive to touch and sensation. Channel Taurus's slow and sensuous vibe and, like a Virgo or Capricorn show meticulous care for creating a pleasurable experience and for making certain that your lover's needs are met.


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I felt debris crunch beneath my boots as I surveyed the warehouse, hands clenched tightly at my sides. Bits of glass and rubble skittered across the floor as I shuffled to that one spot. Earlier the others came in a whirl of red and blue lights as orders were shouted. Bodies rushed around me as they swelled into the scene, badges glinting as we gathered around him. Voices cut off from all that crimson spread out, now dry, until someone broke away from the crowd. The leader of our troupe went down on one knee as he inspected that still form, his face blank until...

"He's been dead for nearly 2 hours."

The crowd buzzed until someone wailed. I watched as a couple of officers escorted another badge away. The rest that stayed shook their heads as they stepped aside once the paramedics arrived. How still that man was, and his expression... Matted hair, a bloody face--all death except for the corners of his mouth. In his final confrontation with our enemy, he managed to keep that smirk.

The dark bag zipped up, his face covered, and off they went. The others dwindled away as they leaned into each other for comfort. Others saluted before they turned away, jaws set and shoulders tight as they marched off.

"Are you coming?" The question echoed around me.

My heels clicked on the floor as I circled where his body laid before I paused.

"I'll be there..."

For a moment my partner waited for me, and when I didn't budge he left. Once His footsteps died away, I took out my gun. What did he do? I thought. I checked the barrel, rolled it until it snapped shut, and settled my thumb over the hammer. I inhaled the musty air mixed with wet stone. I thrusted my arm out, flicked the safety off and fired.

The first shell clanked below me, and I fired another...and then another. My arm jerked from each shot. The last bullet, though...

I swiveled to my right, my eyes narrowed at a gaping hole within the concrete wall. I gritted my teeth as I squeezed the trigger, my eyes flashing. I listened as the bullet ricochetted--probably from an exposed pipe or some metal frame--as I fell onto my knees. My gun clattered at my side, my hands numb. I ignored the cold that crept up, or how bits of glass and rocks dig into my skin as my eyes filled.

The world around me blurred as I felt my throat tighten, and with a choke I threw my head back and felt warmth spill down my face.

"...Sasazuka."