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6-9-2001
*seriously considering trashing The Fic*
03:12 a.m.
6-8-2001
Gomen nasai to all involved, but at the moment, I am rather unsettled.. so I apologize if anything said here upsets those parties
I want to die.....
No... that's enough... I won't subject those to a rant that features me being probably spiteful and angry and upset... just to ease my own problems...
06:55 p.m.
6-8-2001
XD 2-1 of The Fic is finished! *moves on to 2-2* Hee hee, XD *much amused*
04:54 a.m.
6-7-2001
Wild Arms 2 Progress: 13 Hours, in the town of Quartly. Current Level: 23-24 or so... First Disc.
10:54 p.m.
6-7-2001
Spinky new blog layout, Dini! *changes the hyperlink on the side there*
09:37 p.m.
6-7-2001
Woohoo! *dances about happily for no apparent reason*
07:31 p.m.
6-6-2001
*writewrites on The Fic* I really must think of a title for this.. Sam? Sarah? Any suggestions?
10:41 p.m.
6-6-2001
Mrf.... *woke up feeling like he'd been completely and soundly thrashed during the night* and I had some weird fucking dream... >_< Mrrf....
03:59 p.m.
6-6-2001
-Last book you read: Reading The Talisman by Stephen King
-Last movie you saw: Witchblade, tonight
-Last movie you saw on the big screen: Shrek
-Last phone number you called: I know not..
-Last show you watched on TV: Um... dunno either
-Last song you heard: Listen to Your Heart by Roxette
-Last thing you had to drink: tea
-Last time you showered: Last night
-Last thing you ate: a poptart.. I think...
Do You....
1. Smoke? No.
2. Do drugs? Does Caffeine and Sugar qualify?
3. Have sex? Occassionally, depending on the person
4. Sleep with stuffed animals? Not anymore
5. Have a crush? Whooo.. this is complicated...
6. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ::points up::
7. Have a dream that keeps coming back? A few... useless big ol'epics.. nothing recent though..
8. Play an instrument? Probably... but not at the moment
9. Believe there is life on other planets? Who's the idiot that is arrogant enough to think that we are the only life bearing planet out there?(well said, Sam-sama)
10. Remember your first love? Eh... *points to 5&6
11. Still love him/her? On this.. I'll answer.. Most definitely... (they know who they are)
12. Read the newspaper? Newspapers bad....
13. Have any gay or lesbian friends? *thinks* I'll say yes...
14. Believe in miracles? Occassionally.
15. Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever? *agrees with Sam here..*
16. Consider yourself tolerant of others? I try..
17. Consider police a friend or foe? Depends...
18. Like the taste of alcohol? Generally not, unless it's something heavily flavored with sugar or fruit(peach brandy being my favorite when I do choose to drink)
19. Have a favorite Stooge? no
20. Believe in Astrology? Some points, yes.
21. Believe in magick? Yes.
22. Believe in God? ... I believe I'm A god, does that count? ^_-
23. Pray? Not particularly..
24. Go to church? no.
25. Have any secrets? ... XD
26. Have any pets? the groundhog family in the backyard
27. Do well in school? pretty much
28. Go to or plan to go to college? Hopefully
29. Have a degree? Not yet.
30. Talk to strangers who instant message you? No.. emphatically no..
31. Wear hats? Sometimes.
32. Have any piercings? Wouldn't you all like to know?
33. Have any tattoos? Perhaps. if not, I know what I'd get.
34. Hate yourself? Frequently.
35. Have a horny spot? *bland look* I cannot answer that.
36. Have a box inside your house that you sleep in because its too damn hot inside that bag of chips? I question your sanity.
37. Have a best friend? *frowns* that is.. an uncertainty(do you and Sammi apply, Sarah?)
38. Wish on stars? No.
39. Like your handwriting? Occasionally(and I like the handwriting of my bamiring and her neechan too!)
40. Have any bad habits? Oooooh yes...
41. Care about looks? Indifferent, though I do like others looking nice..
42. Believe in witches? Yes... only know.. one? two?
43. Believe in Satan? Actually, yes.. I used to ride on the bus with him in HS
44. Believe in ghosts? Indeed. I have a few.
45. Believe in Santa? Nah
46. Believe in the Easter Bunny? No
47. Believe in the Tooth Fairy? ....Death to the that damn fairy.
48. Have a second family? Um... maybe..
49. Trust others easily? Depends on who.. with certain people... yes.. with others? no chance in hell
50. Like sarcasm? Gee, I wonder.
51. Take walks in the rain? Sometimes.
52. Kiss with your eyes closed? Generally.
53. Sing in the shower? Talk to myself, yes.. sing.. no...
54. Own handcuffs? Hmm.. I think I'll decline to answer that... *throws a cover over his large collection of bondage paraphenalia*
And there you are...
04:06 a.m.
Tuesday, June 5, 2001
And here is a segment from chapter 1:
The Fic
Chapter 1 - 1
First Week of Fall Semester
Prelude
Cirellean University was not one of the larger universities in the state of Arizona, but it boasted one of the largest collections of students with perfect grade point averages. How this was achieved remains a mystery to the State's Education board. All they saw was an assortment of future criminals, due to the excess of partying and delinquent behavior. Were it not for the perfect averages and the esteem that brought to the State-sponsored education system, Cirellean would have been shut down years ago.
The student's behavior when not attending class was widely attributed to the state's poor efforts at providing accomodations suitable for college students. A converted prison that had been divided and remodelled served to house most of the students who lived on-campus. Ask any student why they held reckless parties night after night and flagrantly disobeyed the rules set down for the dorms; and you'd be told that if the State wanted to house them in a prison, they'd act however they pleased.
The State heard of this once, and attempted to regulate the student's behavior. This effort failed horribly, as they security and administrators hired to prevent all of this found themselves outwitted and humiliated every time. Finally a delegation of the most distinguished students was dispatched to speak before the State board. What followed was the utter subjugation of the Board. The students soundly and firmly laid down the rules, stating that the Board would cease in their efforts to regulate them in any way. When the board members rebelled against this thought, the students calmly reminded them that if they continued, every single detail concerning the miserable living conditions at Cirellean would become public knowledge on a national scale.
Cornered and with no other alternative, as the students had timed their demands to fall right after the latest attempt to regulate them had failed, the board agreed. With that agreement guarantteed, Cirellean's students continued to produce near perfect averages as well as party and do as they pleased the rest of the time. Admittedly, the living conditions did not improve beyond what the students themselves contributed, but with no rules constricting them other than what they placed upon themselves, few of the students complained.
Morning
It was the beginning of the fall semester as Nathaniel Spencer walked across the campus of Cirellean University, glowering at any and everyone who got in his way or tried to speak to him. As a rule, he had little tolerance for most people except for a chosen few. And only one of them really ever got him to come out of his perpeutally sour mood. Right at the moment, he was searching for one of those chosen few, fully intending to thrash him severely.
As he expected, the target of his mood was sitting in his normal place, back against a tree and a sketch pad in his lap. Nathaniel focused on him, crossing the distance in almost record time, as well as earning several protests from those he forcibly moved out of his way. Finally he stopped before him, looking down at the young man who sat there, drawing as if no one was towering over him.
For several minutes, neither said anything, Nathaniel staring blackly at the young man against the tree, and the young man drawing while exhibiting a complete lack of concern. Nathaniel was seething as the silence grew, fully intending to jerk the artist up and pound him into a pulp.
Then the brown haired young man spoke. "Hullo, Nathaniel."
Nathaniel drew in a breath to speak, but was cut off before he could launch into a tirade.
"I assume you've heard?"
"Explain why you're rooming with Ian," Nathaniel ground out, fists clenching and unclenching.
The other didn't answer, humming to himself as he adjusted a detail on what he'd been drawing.
"Well?" the dark-haired male asked, his long and heavy braid shifting slightly as his head tilted to regard the other. "Are you going to answer me, Seth?"
"Not really," Seth said, in that maddeningly calm manner of his. "If you weren't told, I don't see how it's any of your business."
"Listen you little-" Nathaniel began.
Seth cut him off again, no longer the soft and distracted person he'd been. "You listen. If Ian wants me to room with her, so that she doesn't get any more assholes sneaking in and trying to, as they put it, 'get freaky', then it's really none of your damn business. Now unless you want to stand there and be righteously pissed off while you're late for class, you can. I have better things to do than listen to you make an ass of yourself!" With that, Seth took his sketchpad, flipped it shut and strode away. Nathaniel stood there for a moment longer, trying to sort out what had just happened through his anger.
And at that exact moment, the subject of Seth and Nathaniel's discussion was walking through the corridors of 'Prison Hall' as it was named. She paused as she approached the converted cell at the end, watching as a half-naked young man was ejected from the cell. The freshman gave the cell a terrified look and then took off at a dead run as a overly cheerful voice called out.
"But you forgot your clothes!" a blonde stepped from the cell, looking down the corridor as the young man nearly bowled over Ian as he ran. He careened out of sight around a corner, and Ian turned to look over the tops of her sunglasses at her half-sister.
"What did you do?" she asked, walking down the hall.
The blonde giggled, shrugged and went back into her cell, followed by what Ian assumed was the freshman's clothes soaring into the trashcan across the hall from her door. The short-haired blonde shook her head, entering the cell.
"So what exactly did the newbie do?" she asked, taking a seat at the table in one corner of the room.
"Oh, nothing much," she shrugged, now back to putting her computer back together. "Someone put him up to trying to score with me, and he evidently thought that dropping his pants without any warning was the way to go. I showed him otherwise." She took a slice of orange off a small saucer and offered it to Ian. "Orange?"
Ian looked at the orange for a moment, then took it. "You didn't."
Her sister only shrugged, reaching around behind her computer to connect the cables.
"You did." Ian said after a moment, then burst out laughing. "I wish I'd seen that, Calandra."
"No," Calandra's voice said, muffled from behind the desk. "You don't."
01:38 a.m.
6-5-2001
Okay, here we have character info about the four principle characters for the fic I am working on. Snippet from chapter 1 will follow soon.
Kyara Sketches
1. Ian Perry
Gender: Female
Personality: Extremely tomboyish, bordering on violent when excited. Stronger than most, and well adept at fighting, though not married to any particular discipline, instead is a street fighter, dirty and will do whatever is neccesary to win. Protective of her friends, the few that she really CALLS her friends.
Description: Medium height, messy blonde hair that is cropped short, and possesses a pale streak in two locations.. on the left side going down, and on the right going back. Medium frame as well, neither too thin, or too large in any respect. Wears a set of darkly tinted glasses all the time, and has medical authorization to wear them, but it is believed that she forged the papers, but no one's going to call her on it.(TOO scared). Note: Is always in possession of a large dagger that she keeps on her person somewhere(but no one knows where, nor are they going to try and search her for it)
2. Calandra Fyrele
Gender: Female
Personality: Generally spastic, but highly intelligent. Frequently underestimated because everyone thinks her a ditz. However, she can shift into cold-blooded asskicker in a second, as she is exceptionally well-trained in akido and jujitsu by her rather militaristic father, who dotes on her, but felt she should be able to adequately defend herself against any and all who would have unsavory intentions.
Appearance: Blonde hair that pretty much shines like gold. Short, well-defined in all the right places,(yes, barbie but not as tall.. n.~)
3. Nathaniel Spencer
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally burly and moody, glowering at people a lot. Though when around Calandra and Calandra only, he actually acts normal!(*gasp*)
Appearance: slightly tall. Dark hair(so black that you can see blue on the edges), always braided. Capable fighter, but his true skill lies in swords.. particularly a katana.
4. Seth Alexander
Gender: Male
Appearance: Normal height, slightly taller than Calandra, but not by much. nondescript habit of dressing. brown hair that borders on black that is either one of two ways. Tied in a ponytail, or allowed to hang loose.
Personality: The most withdrawn of the group, Seth spends most of his time with them drawing, which he is very good at, as well as occasionally writing. He does interject himself into the conversation when he feels he has something pertinent to add. Arguably the most cognizant of things outside the normal perception(many wonder if his brain wasn't short circuited by some bad weed) Exceptional fencer, but he keeps it secret, for reasons he doesn't disclose at this time.
01:30 a.m.
6-4-2001
*surfaces* Mrrf. Hello all.
02:30 p.m.
6-4-2001
*works on The Fic* XD
05:15 a.m.
6-3-2001
Expiration Date on this bottle of Sprite I'm looking at: July, 3001.
Now that's PRESERVATION.
05:30 p.m.
6-3-2001
I said I'd do it.
I know some of you thought I'd forgotten about this. But alas! Your prayers are not to be answered!
Without further ado, I present to you the opening snippet of my Harry Potter fic:
Dumbledore & Voldemort: Love Beneath the Whomping Willow
It was late when he furtively crept across the courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was always late. He couldn't afford to be seen when he went about his nighty meetings with his love. It would be a catatrosphe if his secret was revealed. Quietly he approached the Whomping Willow, touching the secret root that paralyzed it before heading down beneath the tree into the secret passage.
It was here that he waited for his love, the only person who could quell the raging inferno of desire that erupted whenever he thought of him.
It was here he waited for his Voldy-poo.
And there you are. XD
01:41 a.m.
6-2-2001
Hmm... *contemplates writing on an old project again* hmm....
11:05 p.m.
6-2-2001
Ne, Frank... Why exactly are you getting hits for Digimon yaoi? Are you hiding something from us? n.~
04:07 a.m.
6-1-2001
Term invited late last night(this morning to the rest of you) that amuses me greatly: "Planar Orgy"
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Don't ask why that amuses me so much.... you won't like the answer... nor will I tell you... XD
09:46 p.m.
6-1-2001
Ladies and Gentlemen.. I give you Sam, the perfect example of what happens when you overdose on Mountain Dew! XD
09:37 p.m.
6-1-2001
Mrf. Mrf to the second power.. Mrf x 12. MRF!
01:11 a.m.
5-31-2001
Bored.. Bored... Bored....
05:10 p.m.
5-31-2001
Hell yeah, Frank! *agrees totally with you*
04:14 a.m.
5-31-2001
Okay, people... I want to know... How many people out there that read this blog know what a Brown Cow is? So far, I've had two people NOT KNOW what a Brown Cow Ice Cream Bar is... and I want to know if this is some evil conspiracy to erase BRown Cows from our memories, because if so, I will fight it! *door is broken down and Poe is drug away by the Anti-Brown Cow People* I WILL!!!!
01:46 a.m.
5-31-2001
*agrees with Sam, Sarah*
01:43 a.m.
5-31-2001
From the Console RPG Cliches:
The Moral Of The Story (Ghaleon Rule)
Every problem in the universe can be solved by finding the right long-haired prettyboy and beating the crap out of him.
XD XD
01:10 a.m.
5-30-2001
*glomps the money he got today* Yay! Money!
08:25 p.m.
5-30-2001
Okay, so I proposed a filk idea to Frank, to outdo that mangled piece of garbage on FF.net that he linked to.. However Frank now deems me as evil and hates me... So I think everyone out there who knows Frank should get him to filk 'Magic Girl' to the tune of Barbie Girl. Let us all band together and convince Icchan of the right of this path!
12:05 a.m.
5-30-2001
*cackles at his Act of Evil* I am so bad. Yes I am.
12:04 a.m.
5-29-2001
Try spree.com, Frank.. tis where I keep my images for blog..
03:16 p.m.
5-29-2001
*thrashes the internet in general* Does ANYONE know where I can find the pic Xblue.jpg? It has, iirc, a girl, with a kinda mural behind her with other people...
04:58 a.m.
5-29-2001
Yes, that IS a link to what you think it is on the sidebar there... None of the websites I visited looking for info gave me anything vital for this fic project, so I am encouraging all of you who want to see HP/MT to buy me that so I can write this.. ^_^;;;
01:17 a.m.
5-28-2001
*bops in* Yes, I am STILL feeling slutty.... but I think that's the fault of some people I have lurking about in my general vicinity... *glares at wherever Rydien and Kareen might be*
Kat: *glomps Eve, drags her off to the bedroom*
Kedar: *glomps Lena, drags her off to the other bedroom*
Poe: *glomps his bamirin and Sam, just glomps them*
07:35 p.m.
5-28-2001
Woohoo! Page Archived!