| not quite braveheart |
[Jul. 19th, 2007|11:23 pm] |
School has taken everything from me.
Energy, time, money, a Simply Marvelous Social Life, a boyfriend, sleep, the ability to walk in a straight line, the ability to drive in a straight line, a few of the more basic motor functions, my capacity to effectively fight crime as a vigilante super hero, anime, fanfiction, etc.
But I have suffered all this abuse in silence, lest I become Angsty College Student Number Five Bajillion, Six-Hundred-Thousand, Fifty-Two. (Now in espanol! --MUY, MUY!)
Until today.
Today.
TODAY school has taken my FROOT LOOPS.
If any of you hear of the maelstrom that will be my wrath later tomorrow, taking place somewhere in the vicinity of Arlington, The TEXAS (hatethisstatehateithateit), of USofA, then you will know the why.
Pray, you gawddayum cereal-stealing institution of higher education.
Pray. |
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| gee to the bee to in-ter-cine --slant rhyme, BITCHES! |
[Jul. 3rd, 2007|02:14 am] |
Written for Goldberry, because she's amazing.
And because Life is PAAAAAIN.
(Or something.)
And because...well, Grimmjaw is a Beautiful Animal.
And Ulquiorra is...well, made entirely of Sex.
(I should mention that this was written in fifteen minutes, perused once for errors, and then impulsively posted with no thought to the consequences.
Or...to how non-sequitur and/or completely random and/or useless it is.
Ulquiorra isn't even in it, actually, though he is mentioned.)
So.
Yep.
Grimmjaw has a moment of introspection. Also, he's fighting Ichigo.
( 'And then perhaps, darling Grimmie, we shall have a cup of tea.' ) |
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| overall entropy: zero |
[Jun. 26th, 2007|06:54 pm] |
I've played with it for a long while now.
Frankly, I can't think of anything else to do with it.
So here it is (for better or worse).
Title: when this thy wrath is over
Characters/Pairings: Yuuko.Clow.
Series: xxxholic/CardCaptor Sakura
Summary: The second time she meets Clow Reed, he is mere days away from cresting his tenth year.
written for 52Flavours --theme #17:
fitly to themselves most hard to bear
(Set shortly before Eriol leaves for Tomoeda, to begin antagonizing darling little Sakura.)
( You’re such a selfish prick. ) |
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| bach is my nyagga! |
[May. 1st, 2007|07:47 pm] |
Alackaday!
Poop is raining from the heavens!
Or something!
Also.
Have discovered Kaiba/Sex/Drugs/Anzu/Mokuba kink.
Am now determined to write fic.
...oh, dear.
(Pray that I steal something in S.Arabia. They'll chop my hands off for such an offense there.
And then I can never write again.
...it may be just as well, for the sustained well-being of the ENTIRE WORLD.) |
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| ding dong merrily i'm high |
[Apr. 26th, 2007|12:44 am] |
Not really.
But if I were, I would be singing folk songs about Yuuko and Kurt Vonnegut.
(The latter of whom died recently and DESPAIRAGONYRAGEANDGAAAH! at the ephemeral nature of our species. Kurt Vonnegut was/is the SHIT.)
Also, Ishmael.
Read it, loved it, have decided to live by myself in the woods.
Well, HDThoreau can come, too. I hear he's a fly nigga.
And I think that would work, too, what with over half of my belongings having been BURNED TO ASH because my upstairs neighbor COUDLN'T TURN OFF HIS STOVE.
Oh, well.
At least my computer wasn't harmed in the making of the above tragedy.
And now I have the internet back (FINALLY! IT ONLY TOOK A MONTH AND A HALF!), so all is (mostly) fabuloso.
I've been watching Tsubasa, of course, because it's a beautiful conglomeration of Everything CLAMP, Past and Present, starring everyone who made my anime education wonderful.
But I only yesterday starting watching and reading xxxHolic.
Sh*t.
Yuuko's...
Sh*t.
That woman screams to be written about.
Thank you, kittu9, for being one of the greatest writers EVER.
Your Yuuko made me curious, and now that I've seen her in action, I'm in freakin' love.
ALSO.
A poem, to herald my Triumphant (anti-climactic) Return:
*ahem*
You scurrilous cow!
You've wasted my chow
on those orphans across the way.
They're starving and homeless,
but surely not boneless,
for my food they must work and must pay!
Go tell them the news,
I care naught for your views --
It's your own fault, you know, so don't cry.
I'll just stand here and watch--
interrupt their hopscotch!
And return to me cash or the DIE.
0.o
(A-kon in one month! Eep! THE JOY.)
Additionally.
Have written another (shameless) Zutara fic.
It is quite silly.
It features Zombie!Jet.
Perhaps I'll post it soon.
Hmmmmmm... |
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| absolution via twinkies wrapped in bacon |
[Feb. 20th, 2007|10:24 pm] |
In celebration of this special time of year (President's Day, My Day-of-Congealment-Into-The-Sacred-Gutter-of-Truth, Britney Shaving Her Head, Lent, etc), I have decided to forego Sex.
Oh, wait.
Maybe I'll just give up sparkly-glittery-shiny thingies, instead.
:(
This will be an exercise in discipline, a test to discern the strength of my will, a challenge unto the very core of my being.
...I don't think this'll work.
Meanwhile.
I'm two decades old.
Actually, I have been for about a week now.
The only thing, really, that's changed, is that I now own a ZUNE.
So.
Twenty feels pretty good.
Except that now I'm ever more aware of my encroaching mortality.
THAT kinda sucks.
But I think the pot pretty much handles that.
...what?
Mm-hm.
Teletubbies. |
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| hooooooray for bad puns!! |
[Jan. 16th, 2007|04:29 pm] |
Title:Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Summary: Natsume refuses to share his cake with a starving idiot. A starving idiot with a sweet tooth. ::Natsume.Mikan::
I just can't let well-enough alone.
Inspired by SnowMirage's "Hickey," which was delightful and Should Be Read. I don't know how to linkie shiz, so you'll just have to go look for it on FF.Net.
Sorry, chums.
Meanwhile:
( Abandon All Hope (of clever puns), Ye Who Enter Here. ) |
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| how 'bout you, jimenez? |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|07:54 pm] |
I really can't stand to listen to the Amelie soundtrack.
It's just...too beautiful.
I'm afraid (terrified) that if I listen to it for as long as I'd like (forever), it'll lose the magic I hear within it, and even the notion is unsavoury (disgusting, horrifying).
To fear eventually being sick of something you love so much...the Tragedy.
Beauty, chums, is ephemeral; it's the bubbling, half-second mega-watt smile of the brown-eyed three-year-old across the room, cheekily tossing a stranger (you) they'll never know an emotion they (we) thought they'd lost years ago, when we realized what Innocence was too late to save it; it's in the absent caress of Her palm as she smoothes warmth over the growing life within Her...
It doesn't last.
...but we could hardly appreciate it if it did. |
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| whisper softly, love |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|12:14 pm] |
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| | "To Far Away Times"::Chrono Trigger OST | ] |
"This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words, that
cellar door
is the most beautiful." |
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