House of Insanity

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

(There's supposed to be tagging, too, but I don't care. I didn't get tagged and I'm not tagging either.)

"Uh..." Dairine paused. Certainly this place was what she had thought she had wanted - a big cosmopolitan area full of intelligent alien creatures. But at the same time, there were hardly any hominids, and she felt bizarrely out of place. Which was all wrong.

W00T!! Diane Duane, High Wizardry!

Current Mood: stayed up all night

Okay, I know I'm supposed to be working on my various fictions, but this just seized me. Tell me what you think, please?

Disclaimer: No , I do not own Naruto – except in Dreamland! Mwahahahahaha!!!
Main Characters: Temari, Kankurou
Summary: Drabble. Temari POV. The children of the Kazekage have some words that they just don’t say. No agreement, no deal; they just don’t say them.
Word count: 600

( Forbidden Words )

Current Music: Pinocchio - Ore Ska Band

Yes, yes indeed, I have finally finished chapter 10. It was difficult. Brat!Quatre's hard! ... in more ways than one!

Warning: LIME! 4xD. Henceforth, you are warned.

Um yeah.

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Current Music: Panic! at the Disco

What type of Fae are you?

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: vienna boys choir - carol of the bells

I think I will post the stupidest of comments that I have seen. I'm only starting with one, as it caught my eye as particularly inane. I will add to it, and if anyone else wants to, please do. Just add it a little (three sentences, tops) about *why* it's inane.

From a fanfic summary: "How does magic tie in?"
My answer: well, your two main characters are... let's see... *mages*. That should give you a good indication, right there.

Current Mood: just... someone make them stop
Current Music: Lost Complex - Iceman

Okay, so I said I would do this, so I'm doing this. *dons frilly pink ballerina tutu, spray-painted neon pick tiara, and holds out spray painted pink moon wand*
Everyone who Visits This Livejournal must Fill This out, or in the Name of the Moon, I shall Punish You!
*throws everything remotely colored pink into the trash* *sigh* that's better. Now don't make me have done that in vain, people.

1. Your Full Name:

2. Age:

3. Single or Taken:

4. Favorit past time:

5. Prefer indoor or outdoors:

6. Hobby:

7. Dirty or Clean:


HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...

1. Tattoos and/or Piercings? What of and were:


2. Whats your philosophy on life?


3. Would you have my back in a fight?


4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?


5. What is your favorite memory of us?


6. Would you give me a kidney?


7. Tell me one odd/intresting fact about you:


8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?


9. Are you a tease?


10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately? What is it?


11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?


12. Do you think I'm a good person?


13. Would you drive across country with me?


14. Do you think I'm attractive?


15. If you could change anything about me, would you?


16. What do you wear to sleep?


17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?


18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?


19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?


20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Current Mood: puhleeeeeeeeeeeeease?

So I was rereading a favorite fic of mine, and suddenly something just clicked. and like, you know how T.S. Eliot and all of those annoying people have they're characters have 'epiphanies'. It was like that. I just *knew* that it could happen. So I wrote an essay about it, and posted it on the yahoo group dedicated to said fic. The authors of the story tore my idea apart, but they encouraged me (or anyone else who wanted to) to use the idea in a story. And there's an entire discussion board that came out of people's responses to my post, and Mel and Christy have taken a renewed interest in the story again! Chapter 32 might not take years!!! YAY!!!!
And it's all because of me..... *giggle*

Current Mood: elated
Current Music: RENT - Another Day

Okay, so chapter 10 is going to take a *liiiiiiiittle* longer than I'd hoped. I swear I'm almost done! And I have the next three or four almost completely written too, so I swear, when I update, it will be a *major* update. It's just.... you know that thing I mentioned that I didn't want to jinx in my last post? Well, it was a job (you know, one of *those*) and its laving me seriously tired out. Or was, at least. Techinically, I should be sleeping right now: I've had about 4 hours' rest out of the last fifty or so... but my body's decided to pretend that I don't need sleep to live, and that crashing for fifteen minutes is just as good as sleeping for eight hours. My brain isn't so sure about that, and I think one day I'm just going to crash. Just so you know, if there's another major pause where I don't update, I may be in the hospital.
Reason number two for the extra wait, the router for my internet isn't working, which means I have to a) work off my sister's computer (when I'm home, and she's not, which is nearly never), b)her computer can't access hotmail, which means that I can't get to the first half of chapter ten, and tie it in with the second half that I wrote over the course of my two twelve hour night shifts that I had last night and the one before, and c) did I mention I'm probably going to collapse sometimes soon?
Having a job is nice, but they keep shoving me with night shifts, and it's seriously killing me. I think I smoked more in forty eight hours, than I do in a month, normally. Bugger.

Current Location: Home
Current Mood: awake... surprising, that
Current Music: Only Ashes - Something Corporate

Okay, so I'm officially getting a tattoo tomorrow. I plan on getting it on the lower right side of my back right above my butt. It's going to be yume (夢), which, for those of you who don't speak Japanese, is the noun 'dream'. I think it's highly appropriate for a dreamer like myself, and I like the symbol, which is a bonus.

For those of you who were hoping that this update would be Chapter 10 of But Magic Doesn't Exist!... I'm sorry, but it's not. I'm about half done, but OWLs are not going as well as I'd hoped they would: the electives Quatre chose are, naturally, the few subjects in the books that we know nothing about, as Harry didn't take them. That's all the hints I'm giving, by the way.

Further, progress has been halted for the next week or so, for reasons that I don't want to jinx by writing it down, and will probably inevitably end in me having less free time than I did last week, but is good all the same, because I had so much free time I was beginning to have no idea what day of the week it was. Which, if you've ever had to name the day of the week, and drawn a blank, you'll know is never a good thing.

So there's my life update, and I'll get on Chapter 10 ASAP. I promise. You can put the pitchforks and torches down now.

Current Mood: ugh
Current Music: Kim Possible - Main Theme

Okay, I need peoples' advice here. I have an idea for a story. It's a pretty good plot (not my best, but not too bad either), with only one glitch that I won't need to work out for a while - and I have a pretty good idea how to do it anyway. Originally, it was going to to be a GW fanfiction, since it would allow me to mess around with the characters without fear of offending somebody. However, I'm considering taking the potentially offensive bit out (though it seriously screws up a major part of the plot) and making it into an original, as per the advice of my mom. She thinks I should write more originals in the pursuit of finishing an actual novel.
What do all you other people think?

Current Mood: hmmm
Current Music: Pink - Who Knew

http://www.kyozoku.com/adoptsindex.html is simply brilliant. It's an entire *archive* of faces from TV, movies, animes, games... everything! It's even got Monk! I thought *I* was the only one who watched that show! Well, obviously not the only one, since it's on TV and hasn't been cancelled as far as I know, but still!

So go, my pretties, and know that if you don't visit that site, you are missing out on awesome avatar material.

Current Mood: eek!... *giggle*
Current Music: Zechs Merquise - Tooi Yoake

Okay, so I *was* waiting on my local (er... not so local, but she was when I started the chapter) Snape expert for approval for this chapter, but I decided to fuck it, since I'm not really going to change much in it even if she doesn't approve (I'm lazy) and it's been about a month and a half since I emailed it to her and she hasn't responded. So... I'm just going to post it, and start working on chapter 10, and hope that everything works out. Erm... and also: it's come to my attention that Duo is *way* OOC. However, since I *like* Duo-OOC I'm going to keep him somewhat the same as I've been writing him. I will try to make him more in character, but no promises. Okay?
Oh! It's a little shorter than usual, but I think it's okay, because I put a lot of stuff in and I swear I'll make it up to you all next chapter. It's the OWL tests. *grin*

( But Magic Doesn't Exist- Chapter Nine )

Current Mood: I don't know what exanimate is
Current Music: Flogging Molly - If I Ever Leave This World Alive

I think I've been traumatized for life. I'm fairly certain I walked in on my dad (my *seventy one* year old dad) *masturbating*. *shudder* Not a sight I needed to, wanted to, or might have been healthy to see. *shudder*
The image is stuck in my mind now... it won't go away... HELP ME!!

Current Mood: AHHHHH!!!!

(Or rather...) Itchy itchy itchy!!!!!! *whimper*
My arms... my poor arms... and legs... and back... and stomach... I think the only things spared are my thighs and face.....

I helped my parents get their house all ready for the Open House they were holding on Sunday, and I think it must have been the cleaner (I was stuck on bathroom detail)to make nearly my entire body break out in incredibly itchy... er ... bumps. Seriously, they cover everything. I can't go five minutes without scratching!

Speaking of which...

Current Mood: itchy!!
Current Music: Gravitation - No Style

I think I may murder him. Four calls in less than an hour... Note the grinding teeth. Sometimes I hate my father. Sometimes I feel guilty because I really wish he was dead. Most of the time, however, I don't. Take it as you will.

Current Mood: aggravated

Oh God.... I'm helping my sister correct essays for the class she's TAing... the horror. There's this one student... *every* sentence (and I'm not exxagerating) has at least one spelling mistake, and one grammar mistake... *every* paragraph was written badly enough that I could feel my IQ melting.... the best sentence- I swear to God- was "This term [Reactionary Revolution] not only cansels each other out but it can also be seen as a big explanation for what exactly happened". And it only goes downhill from there.
The worst is: I'm not. Allowed. To do. *Anything*. About it. At all!
It was an in class essay, and the students were therefore under pressure, and the teacher said that no marks would be taken off for spelling/grammar mistakes. This kind of situation makes me want to A) hunt down the person and murder his face; B) Go insane (and not in a nice way); or C) burn the paper, and pretend I've never seen it. Options A and C are out, since murdering a person's face is generally considered illegal (except in parts of Texas, but they let you do *anything* except be gay there), and the guy signed a paper that showed he handed it in. Which means that my IQ melted, and I tried to spell 'French' with an 'i', 'allowed' without an 'e', and 'write' with an 's' in the comments section. I also wanted to tell him to learn English, but Frances veto-ed that because the professor looks them over. Damn.
And so I finish with a quote: "To simply put it; revolution is a complet economi rupture. IF this was the case why did,
'there [remain] in 1814 a willingness on the part of the elites in Mexico and Peru to remain loyal to Spain' (Burkholder and Johnson)."
Oj Gos.. Thu Horur

Current Mood: What is the world coming to??
Current Music: Lost Universe (I think)

First off, I wanna say that I'm almost done chapter 9 of BDME, so you can rest easy: I may even finish it tonight!
But more importantly, something (actually, several somethings) happened today to make me reevaluate my self worth. Okay, maybe it's just not today, and I just haven't been paying attention before now.
I went to the doctor's appointment- a successful one: I managed to talk without falling back on the 'I'm fine, leave me alone' mentality I depended on in the first one- and got a prescription for anti-depressants. They made my kinda sick, but not *nearly* as sick as the sleeping pills did, so I'm probably gonna stay on it.
I think I probably failed my exam- I didn't study nearly as much as I should have, mainly because I couldn't concentrate. The doctor says it's a symptom of my depression, and I'd like to agree. I'm not normally that bad about getting dirty during crunch week. And somehow... I'm not worried.
On the way home, I saw a guy that looked a lot like my older brother, so much so that I mistook him for Dan until I got about 5 feet away. When I apologized (for what, I don't know, but it seemed like the right reaction to probably confusing the hell out of a stranger), he said 'You're beautiful, it's okay'. I kinda brushed that off, since I was reminded of 'Ten Simple Rules', where the beautiful people get special consideration and likve in a wonderland, and that's just not me.
But I remembered, further along my way home, that a homeless guy called my gorgeous a few days ago (which I also dismissed, because he was three sheets to the wind, and that word should never used in conjuction with 'child'). And last summer (wearing the same shirt I am now), some playboy and I had a one night stand. Which should mean I'm mildly attractive. Again, I dismissed it, because I'm probably still scarred from the number of times my grade school peers called me 'ugly'- self esteem was never my strong suit- and because we were *both* three sheets to the wind.
Finally (returning to the recent past), I was about twenty feet from my apartment when three pretty hot guys *catcalled* as I walked past them. They *catcalled*. I think I was pretty good at hiding my shock.
So, since beauty is generally a societal judgement (be it physical, mental, or soul... er... ful), I'm wondering: am I? I've never thought I am. On the other hand, my visit to the doctor's has proven that I'm just the slightest bit lacking in seratonin. Which begs the question: are all the other things I feel are crap not really?
Take my writing as ann example: yesterday I was invited onto a guild on Gaia, by a user I *didn't know*. And it's not like a just didn't recognize the name. I checked the email address against my MSN Contacts. I consider myself a mediocre writer, but most of my friends, Frances, and my parents sing my praises. Are they not just words? Is there really something there?
Now I'm wondering.

Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: Garth Brooks - The River

Are you a Seme or Uke?

Current Mood: full: roast beef is yum
Current Music: Pink- Just Like a Pill