I was GOING to angst in a big way--because I'd writen up the entry and everything, but Mushy-sama was a sacrificial lamb for all of you.

If you have any spare young men around you, now is the time to offer them up--and you REALLY should, becuase he saved you from six pages of muttering, and undignified petrarchan junk.

Thanks, Mushy-sama. *sighs* I feel pretty bad because I can't seem to unhinge my religious babblings from my romance, from the concept of sexuality, so I keep dumping all that on your plate every time I get worked up, and it's probably tons of unspeakable awkwardness for you.

Ah...right...what happened?
In short, for those of you not involved--some bloke I've never mentioned because I've barely met him, asked me out in the most evasively casual way possible, which led to massive Skunky confusion.

AFTER another girl hit on me, and embarassed me even more.

I've turned down the guy, but he's still being pretty persistant. Even the, "I'm working my courage up to ask someone else" didn't work so well, and I'm wincing because I'm not sure whether it's a lie or not.

Anyway, said douche (though I don't really want to call him a cunt so blithely because he hasn't really done anything wrong, and I don't know him too well, like I said, AND I'm probably paranoid and mistrustful of anyone whod' try to win me over) took the opportunity to tell my BROTHER what he did, and ask for inside info.

Not cool.

THAT was embarassing. Because Roast came back, and then I had to tell him something very interesting--that I hadn't been entirely honest. (Which gave him the terrified "Sweet Jesus have mercy, my sister's a lesbian." grin.)

I had to explain with great embarassment about Coke-kun. The fact I've eben infatuate over the same fellow for six years, and that I could count the number of people I've been interested in on one hand at that, and Rick is NOT on the list at the moment, nor is he getting there by being persistant.

And he laughed.
OH he laughed.
I can't explain the way he laughed--he tried to catch himself twice, then just burst into laughter even more, and I was too embarassed to ask exactly why he was laughing.
Ugh...

...He knows why I don't say anything at least. (He sees the problem in dating a secular guy in OUR family.)

But it's going to be painfully interesting to see if he can keep his mouth shut--emphasizing the pain. This is a pretty nasty "containment leak" for me, after all. I don't like talking about my lacking romantic interests around family members. Coming out of the closet would probably be at least as nasty. (Not that I need to come out of a closet, or am in a closet anyway, as a straight girl. Wow...this is phrased oddly...)
They don't even know I LIKE people. More than once, I've endured allegations taht I like girls, when in fact I don't. None of my family members--including Roast--know any of my other background, or why I have reason to be hesitant, which is ANOTHER awkward topic for a later day.

So...Mushy-sama, I wrote you a rather dumb sonnet off one of your prompts, but now I feel like I owe you for the pain of a very confusing evening. Sorry. I'm slightly more embarassed now, but I feel a lot better--thanks.
No amount of Yaibataka fanfiction can possibly repay what I've put you through in trying to find a way to talk to an over-analyzing, paranoid, unflirty straight girl. I insist this. I can't apologize enough.

I'm alright now. I'm still laughing nervously and want to crawl under the desk, but I can pass for human in most lights at least. ^^;;
It's not going to turn out well if ANYTHING comes of this--in at least three directions that I can think of--but I guess I'll have to see.

In the mean time, I'll bury myself in obscure poetics and snicker at the Uranians. Good plan!

"Sonnet subjects wanted", by the way, to anyone who's listening... I'm thinking of trying my hand at sestinas this evening. Give me a subject, so I can distract myself. I've already chewed three cuticles down, and I don't want to do any more extreme stress-gestures.

Edit: D'arvit. I forgot to do Nyan's OC meme...
*my Joke!internet-boyfriend is going to kill me*

ah...tripe. I'll have to do it tomorrow. -_-;;

Where U at? work Attention duelists! My hair is embarrassed Listening to: There's a kick-dog in the house... tags: oops, sorry mushy

Hey Semi-saaaaan?
If you're listening, Spiral chapters 75 and 76 are up~

Just the epilogue to go, now. And Kiyotaka's griping is fantastic. ♥

FM-sama, START READING SPIRAL. You have NO EXCUSE, anymore. Even if it's completely devoid of mentions of HOLiC-style cat-sex, which you seem uncommonly fond of. *shot*

I need to make a real entry later, so I can whine.
This past week's been the SHIT.
(What does that mean, anyway?)

EDIT: Oh damn, Turns out a week being shit is a good thing.
I mean, this week's the shit in that I wouldn't mind dumping it, hm?Better? Slang doesn't make a load of sense, but it sure lets me get off on puns.

I need to gripe, I mean. I need to gripe hardcore.

But Spiral's made me feel a little better because Ayumu's a fantastic cook, and Kiyotaka's a magnificent dastard.
Finish your book, retard.

Attention duelists! My hair is hungry Listening to: A Perfect Circle--Pet tags: shit, spiraaaaaal

( This moron has friends...ON THE INTERNET )

Snagged it off of Semi-san.
Makes me feel like even when I gripe, somehow people must find it entertaining.
...AND THEN I EAT THEIR FACES. *gasp*

I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Acts of Service

<th colspan="2">My Detailed Results:</th>

Acts of Service:	10
Quality Time:	9
Words of Affirmation:	5
Receiving Gifts:	3
Physical Touch:	3

About this quiz

Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.

Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.

Take the Quiz!
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Child, I'm doing crap for you. Don't ask me to be touchy or obvious because I can't be more obvious. I can't even have a person walk though the door without jumping and formulating an escape route. Even when I LIKE people, I can't touch them.
Oh angst.
No wonder I'm not helping nerds breed. Gah.
COME ON, ARTICULATION!
*makes constipated face*
I'm doomed to be such a bloody subversive uke...CRAP.

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Haydn--"God has given me a cheerful heart, so he will forgive me for serving him cheerfully."
...Heavens, but where would we be if all composers were so well adjusted?
Oh Haydn.

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That's more like it.
Friendship should have more balloons...</s>

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And rainbows. And vulcans. Oh friendship.

Attention duelists! My hair is crazy tags: oh god humor, what is this?

I'm so tired, it's not even funny. Five hours of sleep on average each of the past four days. I need at least six to function semi-normally, and I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A NORMAL ENTRY IN ALMOST TWO WEEKS. WJSTLL.

I'm up without caffeine, too, because either I have indigestion or my period coming up soon. (I honestly can't tell. *has very mild cramps that show up semi-erratically every two months or so* OH, THE POWER OF ONE WORKING OVARY. *has serious suspicions, but is too broke to have ti checked out* -_-)

So...um...my sleeplessness last night. (Or this morning actually) was really kind of the last straw. It made me groan, it really did. ("BRAIN! How are you keeping me from my sleep? I know you want it!")

But Joey called up and...well...was mildly obnoxious, again. He just calls me up, then does other stuff, and has inane conversation for hours on end. And I wouldn't mind except I can't DO ANYTHING ELSE when I'm on the phone with Joey, because I can't multitask. And he's rude when I try to get out of it, or sleep, or eat or do other things. (And it's not all that interesting to me, to be honest--listening to how awesome Metal Gear is after the fiftieth time? The explanation of his organic chemistry test was a ltitle more interesting, I guess, but...there's really no reason for him to be calling me.)

Lately taken an almost sordid interest in my lacking love life. (Probably because mine is about as active as his is, if that gives you some idea. He also has a sister who forces him to watch chick flicks, so maybe it rubbed off.)

And this has prompted him, after hours of this low-level badgering of his to gain some information about my interests.

He's taken to insisted I need to give Coke ("Yoh-chan") a cigar.
Repeatedly.
And repeatedly.
Did I mention repeatedly?
He's got more interest in what brand of cigarettes Coke smokes than I do. (I think this means I need some female friends. o_o)

So I started texting Coke, opening up with, "A friend of mine keeps insisting I give you a cigar."

My awkwardness had prompted me not to say much to him before this.

Somehow the night ended with me writing a sonnet abotu a viking who'd lost his kitten. (for Coke, of course, and I did.) And Joey acting all scandalized because I used he word "damn." (Never mind the implied humorous!pillaging and women in the background, no, what stands out to Joey is that I used the word "damn". Cue another minor twitch of the eye over his stupid religious stereotypes. Like I won't use more interesting words, still, if it's in-character...)

So it's two Am before I can finally get away with ignoring Joey without him harassing me with insulting texts, and I CAN'T GET TO SLEEP BECAUSE COKE HASN'T REPLIED TO MY SONNET-TEXT.
That must've been it. I just couldn't get my brain to calm down, and I had WORK today, so I knew I had to sleep, and that I was exhausted. But I still couldn't sleep for another two hours.
And I woke up this morning at eight, somehow, though some sort of willpower. "And only I am survived to tell thee" and all that...

So I had a muddled night in, with only a sonnet and a brand of cigarettes to show for it, and a smidge less patience yet, with Joey.

Though...the exchange I ferried back and forth between Coke and Joey almost made this whole thing worth it. Joey pretty much told Coke he smoked inferior cigarettes--since they don't happen to be Solid Snake's favorite brand or whatever--so Coke replies with THIS:
Coke: "My brand is that of the gun-slingin', injun slayin', womenous rapin' pioneers of the old west. There is nothing more masculine except two men having sex."
Joey: "...Is he hitting on me?"
Me: "If he is, I'll just laugh harder."
Coke: "I eagerly await his reply."
Me: "He thinks you're hitting on him. Good job."
Almost made the night worth it, right there.
Almost. (Except I need my sleep--I'm going to be travelling late on Wednesday night.)

Coke-kun is like brain-joints.
Someone needs to let that guy breed.

Where U at? work Attention duelists! My hair is drained Listening to: System of a Down--She's like heroin tags: interchange of yoh and joesephiroth, sleeeep

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Nobody can sing "they're coming to take me away." I already did that to Sappho-kun.

Also:

THIS is going straight onto my RPJ.

Attention duelists! My hair is amused Listening to: Napoleon XIV--They're coming to take me away

I GOT IT UP.

Took a while since photobucket wouldn't let me upload, but I FINALLY got the initial Kiyotaka and Yaiba fanart up. (courtesty of the lacking proportional art skillz of yours truly)

It looks dark because I had to darken it initially on Potato-kun. (I draw fairly lightly) but here it is! ♥

( You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain )

So...um...yeah. ^_^;;

Attention duelists! My hair is accomplished Listening to: Tori Amos--Father Lucifer tags: i am a loon, kiyotaka yaiba fanart, spiral

I just realized I forgot to friend "Anyjen"-san earlier when we had that big rampant rant all over MOG-kun's journal relating to xxxHOLiC fiction.
Haa~ Sorry.

In relation to the title, I'm back at the old high school for internet purposes once again. (Why ELSE would I be online on a Saturday?)

Also, FoolishMortal's just broken my brain speculating that Yuuko and Doumeki are deatheaters.

Nice job, dear.

I had a big rant with myself last night all about rape in fiction, but we already had a nice big ramble about that on MOG's journal a few weeks back, and it just tired me out.
I can never be sure it isn't just me, either.
Someday, I really do need to go into a fandom with perfect lack of bias and ask, "If you write rape, why do you do it?" Just so I can understand it. (Are people secretly turned on by fear or do they just hate the character, or do they think it's a sort of possession claim or what?)
I'd have to ask because at this point I can't fathom it.
It's annoying when I have to approach other humans like they're some sort of alien foreign species. It just tires me.

While I'm here, I'm planning on scanning in the Kiyotaka and Yaiba picture. The trick is focusing long enough to remember it. *sighs*

Ah, and I HAVE halloween pictures of my brother and my sister. (Ha. LATE.) I didn't get any of me, because my "costume" was basically me in an apron declaring "the melody of logic always plays the notes of truth" and lamenting my brother any time someone asked me what I was. (In other words, I pretended I was an adult, too cool to ask for candy, but stuck baby-sitting my siblings. My disguise was incredible.)

I need some sleep in other news.
Well...Right. Yes. I always need sleep. What else is new? The reason I didn't come on on Friday was because I passed out for fourteen hours. What can I say? I always get extra sleep when pursuing an interesting dream. And now I don't remember half of it, but it left me with a Juvenile Orion idea which I sorely needed. I think I'm either succumbing to serious sloth, or my dating prospects have just opened up to include xxxHOLiC characters and "Dream" from the Sandman...

Hmph. Just what I need.
On the other hand, I actually got back to take a look at Gracious Wings after a few months, and hung my head in sorrow.
Until I got to Rayyu.
Rayyu makes everything better.
One of the few characters I still like that I've crafted up like that. And I probably jsut like him because of his scarily logical and ruthless brain. I was particularly fond of a scene where he's really scaring the shti out of one of his subordinates...
Then he goes all Peter Wiggin over his brother. ("I hated you because I looooved you sooooo much")
But Gabriel's just...Gabriel. Something tells me Gabriel rally would be a terrible older brother figure--indecisive but follows orders perfectly, slightly OCD about messes, and a really terrible leader in times of war.
No wonder Rayyu beats the garbage out of him in single combat.
Oh the angst.
Gabriel, you just got beat up by a silent guy who can't fly.
Oh, the mortification.

Ragshiel's being slightly less of a fangirl, too.
There are bright spots in the universe.

But I'm amazed at how much of an Araiel!fest my writing is. Agh. I've GOT to do something about that.

Otherwise, I've been working on the Language of Flowers, which is going well. There's an excellent Kirie-Ayumu-Hizumi trialogue which I thoguth turned out marvelously. I'll have to put that up once I HTML-ify it.

Also, I'm still figuring out pacing for Negotiations but it may or may not be done once I decide where I want to place moment and events. I think it might need another chapter or two so that Yaiba can retaliate... (It'll be less fun if he doesn't retaliate...)
Ahhh~ Kiyotaka...

I really am missing my vicious characters. Having Eyes Rutherford calmly crush bees to bits with his fingers doesn't quite cut it the way Rayyu or Yaiba do...

Attention duelists! My hair is sleepy Listening to: *yaaaawn* tags: sleep is a wonderful thing, writing is tripping along

So...I finished a double-drabble for Mocchan. it's random, and kind of sucks, but word count was important here. She has the title coming, too: "Cake or Death".

...I'm amazing. What can I say? ^_^

*dodges tomatoes*

Yaiba's officially scaring away all my Juvneile Orion ideas. (Except for Tracer. Tracer's just the type of character not to be put off by someone as nasty as Yaiba. Come to think of it, he'd probably flirt with him until he exploded with rage and threw stuff...)

Eyes is being marvelously dry over at KKM rp. I'm proud of him. He's proving to be exceptionally fun. (THE UNDERSTATEMENTS ARE KILLING ME INSIDE WITH LAUGHTER.) All in all, what I'd hope for considering I spent close to a eyar makign sure i got down his character voice. *fixes Eyes with a glare, which he ignores*

And of course, when you username is "somedriedfish", minds end up in the gutter. Which is jsut abotu everything you could ask from an RP considering Eyes' personal dignity is roughly the side of Africa, and he doesn't blush at really anything.

Hoo hoo hoo~
Now to find myself a Kanone player to put me in an unexpected pinch...

Hizumi's being his cheerful idiot self. Sometimes I want to hit that little genius child. Partially becasue I suspect he has bigger ovaries than me. (He definitely has a mroe developed sense of romance.)

Wrote the ending and epilogue for Negotiations as well as two more chapters. Filling in the middle is all that's left. Yaiba is terrifically villainous and brutal in his own way. I forgot how much I miss writing a real, unrepentant, unashamed villain.

And...Kiyotaka is Kiyotaka.

Er...in other news, i visited the High School yesterday. Ran into Gaz and ROFLcake again. gaz and I babbled incoherently about Spiral, and I informed her of some extent of Kiyotaka's furry dastardliness.
Kanone's stabbyness was also mentioned in approving lights...
...RIGHT in front of Mrs. Maltby.

"Oh no, I'm sure it's fine." She says, which still looking a little surprised.
To which I reply with my typical animated hand gestures, "Oh yes, yes, it's totally an edifying piece of literature which has nothing whatsoever to do with plot-important kitty-ears, stabbing your best friend, blowing up portions of your school, or shooting people and taking them hostage. I'm a marvelous influence on your calculus students, make no mistake. ♥"

...I'll be amazed if campus police don't come after me the next time I visit with a line like that. (Even if I DID make a math teacher laugh--SCORE ONE FOR MY DEMENTED SENSE OF HUMOR!)

...Hit a snag with The Bridge of Sighs. All thet dialogue in the newer chapters is making things turn differently. I need to find a single character POV to hop into to event hings out, I think. The natural choice would be Ayumu because he's still piecing things together, but so far, my only attempts at Ayumu POV are for those HizumiXAyumu fragments I keep writing.

So...Skunky is in an unexpected pinch, I think. (Especially for someone who never gets writers block.) I'll probably go work on somethign else until my brain sorts that out, but...all this clone-shipping and original-shipping is making me pretty tired. And writing seme!Eyes is...kind of weird.

I might be feeling a tickling for het.
(OH HORRORS.)

Attention duelists! My hair is amused Listening to: Greenday--21st Century Breakdown

So...about twelve to thirteen hours in on Yaiba and Kiyotaka's amazing picture, JUST touching up the last moments and making usre i know how to draw a fetus in a jar, and I realize Yaiba's elbows aren't lining up.

Words do not express.
Random consonants might.
The term is probably "WJFSTLLRGGH!" followed up by vague noises of anger like "FSSSSSS..."

Not to mention the batmobile decided to be tempermental on Friday, so I didn't come online at all. (I tried texting you, Nyami-chan. I have no idea if you got it or not because you never replied...) I think my car doesn't like the weather. I dumped in a little extra coolant and it's being fine again. (I hope that's it, because I really can't afford a repair until my boss remembers to pay me...o_o)

And I did something really stupid yesterday by getting into details on my lacking love like with Joey. Idiotic. Those are things I don't tell people, and he's been bothering me lately. He's given me unnecessary advice on what to do about the Yoh problem.
Again, I haven't seen head or tail of Yoh since July.
I'm tempted to text him out of the blue and declare I'm writing jaunty verse in his memory, but it'd come out sarcastic, I'm sure. Or maybe too-jovial. I always have to watch my tone around him because he likes to make my brain so nervous it can't think straight, and instead starts acting on automatic and therefore being a gleeful travailling ship of blissful idiocy.
guh.

Things are being frustrating, but at least RP is going smoothly in my brain. I have entry ideas for everyone now, and am ready to engage in cross-fandom seduction and gunfights. Marvelous.

But Spiral chapter 74 came out, and THAT did wonders for my mood. (KIYOTAKA! Just looking at you makes me realize I can't draw you without giving you Tomonori!hair! You magnificent dastard! Go home and let your wife beat you, already! She's been shot and stabbed in about seven places, and your note of apology is severely lacking!)

Ayumu, your Jesus references are amazing. You're proof that body piercings will save our lives. But are you coming after Kiyo with HIZUMI'S gun? Hoo.

Gah. I need originals to obsess over. WHO HAS RAWS?

Must go home and write KiyotakaXYaiba. Haa~ Even though I like manga!Madoka...

WHAT? WHAT? Why do I hear word of Eyes!Crossdressing and can't seem to find it? I MUST SEE THIS. And make icons...

I should go home and find something substantial to eat. I'm going ot be here all afternoon, after all. (Starting at about three or four.)
I'm still craving quesedilla, too, and I CAN'T BUY FOOD. I ABSOLUTELY CAN'T. NO. I keep telling myself this and there's still a fifty percent chance I'll break down if I don't watch it. AAGH. FOOD.

...Kiyotaka Narumi, WHY are you a bunny? That's what Yaiba wants me to ask...

Ugh. Food.

Attention duelists! My hair is restless tags: fanart woes, spiral 74, stupid, the batmobile

I'm drawing Yaiba, finally. I don't think I got his hair perfect. it's probably a bit messier. Personally I think he could be the world's first green psuedo-saiyan, but that's partially also just me being overly critical again...

My mom caught me sketching though, and we had THIS wonderful little interaction:

Mom: *studies intently with her daughter-of-a-sculptor art-sense*...You need to put hips on her, otherwise she won't look like a woman.

Skunky: *sighs* Sad but true, this is NOT a woman. *raises eyebrows*

Mom: The jaw's too narrow for a man.

Skunky: It's anime, unfortunately, so all men have impossibly narrow jaws--haven't you ever looked at my Cloud figurines on my desk? I'll work on it but there isn't much I can do about it...

Mom: I still think it's a girl. Who is it, anyway?

Skunky: Spiral character... incidentally, this, *assumes a stature* is called the "figure four" position. It's a body language posture only assumed by American men. Especially combined with this gesture. *steeples fingers* You see it a lot with businessmen.

Mom: ...How'd you find that out?

Skunky: *bent over the picture and carefully erasing* I read too much... *looks up* Weren't you busy watching NCIS?

Mom: Oh. Yes. But you ruined the dialogue.

Skunky: *bent over picture and now carefully re-arranging Yaiba's jaw scructure and grinning* What's there to ruin? They'll try to discover the means of death for the first twenty minutes, they'll debate who did it for exactly twenty minutes, then you'll find out it's someone you didn't suspect at all in the last five. In the mean time, they'll try to throw in a little character-development, and a few characters might have flings that don't last, or turn out to be criminals. *Looks up and grins* That sound about right?

Mom: *makes a face* well it's fun to see how they get there, and I'm not an author, so i can enjoy it.

Skunky: *looks back down* I'm not an author either. I'm just your precious precocious child. *gets hit in the head* Ow.

Mom: Why don't you draw your own characters rather than somebody else's?

Skunky: *winces and pauses* Uhh...because my characters are insanely hard to draw...lots of armor and such...textures are hard for me to get right, and I keep worrying about proportions.

Mom: You can get it right if you look at it though.

Skunky: But I'm trying not to look at it,a nd I'm REALLY not a visual person. *measures with fingertips* And that chair leg's slightly off again...blaaargh. *erases* The Spiral proportions are slightly off to begin with which makes it harder. The legs are very flat and slender, the wrists are very round, the necks are too thin, the eyes and heads a little too big, and the hands are slightly too small. It's hard to approximate out the style.

Mom: I'll take your word for it. Do you need one of your mannequins?

Skunky: My mannequins can't hold figure-four position, and I don't have a chair. No thank you. *grins* Go watch your perky goth heroine.

Mom: *hits me agian in passing with a shirt*


*sigh* So...yes...yaiba's coming along, but being difficult...

In other news, a girl just hit on me, and I want to go hide. (Aaah! No! *goes red*)
And just when I'm talking about proportions with Nyami-chan... ERGH.
T_T This was NOT what I meant in my last entry. Good Heavens, I want to crawl under something, and question what it is about my appearence that makes other girls think I like them...

Where U at? school Attention duelists! My hair is embarrassed Listening to: Emilie Autumn--Faces Like Mine tags: eek! a girl!, first time i've been hit on in the compu, yaiba is annoying

Once again, I find myself doing female-to-male and male-to-female translations. Conversationally, of course.

...Why is this difficult for people?

And if I can do this so well, why aren't I swimming in dating prospects as gaming guys hide behind me screaming, "My girlfriend's crazy and wants to kill me! D:"

"Empathy" should be a class in High school. Only they'd probably teach it wrong.

That and it helps to find yourself rediculous and everyone else fascinating...

...My own brother refuses to date ebcause he wants to find a girl who doesn't want to murder him at certain times of the month. And, because like his sister to some extent, he likes watching his friends cower behidn him shrieking "My girlfriend wants ot kill me! What did I do? What did I do?!" And then he directs them to go buy chocolates and flowers and stand far away... My reaction, "Why can't you send the hormonal trollops my way so they can complain about you, and I can share embarassing but endearing tidbits and they adore you again? ._."

Aaagh...

My thrilling speech would look much more compelling if I could actually notice people around me being after my nerd arse.
Aaah lack of visual perception... *flails*

And I have to stop lusting over sixteen year old boys who make perverse jokes and fire virtual ballistas...DURR. Freakin' female!bakura STOLE MY CRADLE!

That's it. Yoh-chan had better come back before I lose my brain. He was actually capable of diagnosing some female-to-male problems accurately, and then we'd sit ther and stare at eachother with stupid nervous grins. I miss my paranoia-inducing potential love interest dearly.

And I'm rambling... Aaaaagh...

(TWO entries within an hour? Are you SERIOUS?)

Attention duelists! My hair is slight headache blooming... Listening to: M.I.A. -20 Dolla

So the temperature went down over the weekend.
Seriously low, too. We had records highs in the nineteis one day, then the mercury went down into the low seventies and upper-sixties the next day. I was deliriously happy. This si my classification of perfect weather--cloudy, around sixty, and full of breeze...

If it stays like this, I won't die in my failing Halloween costume. Joy.

In other news, I'm starving. And my family's full of sick people again. Somehow having a sore throat means you can stay home if you're my sister, or my mother. Though my mother never stops moving, and my sister isn't so sick that she can't finish reading her Orson Scott Card books. I'm somewhat annoyed with both of them for being so dramatic. (I had a sore throat, too, but I kicked it with killer tea, and I blamed it on the dry weather.)

I also found a new way to make oatmeal not taste like oatmeal and at once administer daily amounts of turmeric at the same time. Hooray for me. My sister wouldn't let me near hers. She covered it with sugar and milk as usual, then went back to complain about her sore throat. (Uhh...wait...logic?)

My mother finally got word of my insane plans for school and such. (Those of you who didn't read my mechanized-sounding friends-only entry of subdued emo and panic, won't know what I'm talking about.)
My mom looked me in the eye and said with ehr absolute seriousness, "Well, see if you get a job, then you can do it and I'll let you get out of school that long. Put out a fleece."
My mom made a Gideon reference.
This of course made me laugh hysterically, because I fileld in all the biblical references afterwards, and it's not nice ot quote a story that has incompetant human sacrificing and barley loaves knocking over tents when you have a nickname like "Hephyr" among your siblings.
Someone's going ot get ideas and take em to a valley.

...nobody else here has any idea what I'm talking about...

Alright, alright, but picture the look on my mom's face as I burst into insouciant laughter right int he middle of a wonderfully serious conversation.
Also note, my mom is the one person in the family with no sense of humor whatsoever.

A beautiful moment, in other words. Even if I'm merrily travelling on the road down into absolute and total darkness. (Aah, who knows?)

It feels like nobody's ever on when I'm on RP anymore. And my brains' being taken up anyway with too much Yaiba.
It's NOT normal to get five chapters for something done in a week.
YAIBA.
I swear he's stealing all my Tracer ideas...
...And I really want to draw him.
I never want to draw things.
It's not that I stink at art, because I don't (and neither would you after six years of it...) but it's really not RIGHT that my brain tells me I need to draw a thirty-year-old anime man with green hair and a suit with a lollipop and a skull with a genius furry dastard looming in the background with a box of jelly doughnuts.
Madness is approaching...

Aaand Nyami-chan's on.
Time to grovel.
Playing Tracer's like pulling teeth lately, and it shouldn't be.

And somehow thinking about pulling teeth makes me hungry again.

AAAH! THE CYCLE!

Attention duelists! My hair is amused Listening to: Chopin on solo marimba. Woah. tags: madness approaches...

I do NOT jsut write angsty entries or memes. Honest. XDD

I usually follow senseless memes with weird information that nobody wants to hear. That's naturally, entirely different...

Actually, this one might answer some burning questions in everyone's minds.

From Lina-san:

1. My username is ____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.


1. Uhh...okay...my username. Bizzare, right? Well you see, back in the day when I was a fairly depressing your padawan fourteen-year-old, I had the most insensible favorite band thing by the name of Project 86. Plus I was starting down the path of dark-supposedly-witty-self-philosophic-drivels, so I was trying to identify what put me in my place in the social strata, and why people had to be mean to my fluffy, emo, blond self. So I was writing excessively bad freeverse poetry about how dark I was, and gaining more than a natural attraction for carrion birds which projectile vomit when bothered.
So from the combination of a song-lyric stuck in my head abotu being obsolete and temporary, and that attraction to demented birds (of which, i'd discovered, white vultures had a head-style similar to my own), I became "obseletevulture".
"Obselete" because at first I had an anagram I don't remember, and also, because I couldn't spell obsolete properly.
But I generally keep the things I mess up on so I can laugh at them later, and my username makes me smile even now. it's proof I've come a long way. Albeit, I still have an attraction to weird animals. First skunks, then vultures, then cockroaches and mantises...

2. My journal is entitled "Mad l337 Fanfictionist needs food badly (accept no substitoots)" as an obvious weird take on "wizard needs food badly" with some very odd...um...attempts at personality beneath it. But come to think of it, I've had the same title since high school, and I ought to change it by now. Especially considering I've come up with some nice little poetic references and literary allusions for my RP journals, but this one still advertises excessive idiocy.

3. The subtitle "time to clean the mental augean stable...anyone got a river?" Is a reference to my other common name "Neurofeces" Those familiar with greek mythology will know the labors of Hercules pretty well. Those who know me, will know several years as an english major searching for meanings to things has ruined most of my sense for taking things only one way. And therefore turned me into an occasionally rediculous pervert.

4. My friends page is entitled "dance my proletariat meat-puppets, DANCE" for reasons beyond my understanding. I think originally I was a takeoff on a Megatokyo shirt-guy-Dom panel, but the orgiginal quote was "dance my proletariat puppet!". Where the meat came from, I don't know. But considering at the time, I was calling my friends IRL "frolicking dirt children" and becoming a kind of cheerful floating psycho ward and collecter of brilliant minds, trying to understand what I was thinking now is probably going to take a while, even for me.
...that said, I'm amazed you people stick around me, still. ^_^;;

5. My default userpic is "Game Over insert coin" for a reason. Originally it's a reference to Good Omens--which at the time, I was practicing reading from for a debate tournament. (this has also been in place since high school.) But also, I hang out with too many gamers to be considered a healthy youth. I mostly jsut keep it there because it makes random stalkers who play games and suck at them, feel instant camraderie with me, and therefore become fast friends before they know what's hit them. (THIS I'd keep now.)


Now...to prove i occasionally talk about boring things, too...

Carmen from the 'seasoned women's bible study' I go to, is having a get-together with me and my mom over at Pollo Tropical on Thursday. (Incidentally, yes, I've asked before why I, a twenty-year-old-girl is allowed to attend a 'seasoned women's bible study". the general concluscion was, I seem to have a well-spiced personality, according to various women between seventy and eighty. Also, I hold open doors. Accoridng to Bessie, who's pretty spicy herself. XD)
Considering we've wanted a get-together with her for most of the summer, this is good.

There was an ambulance outside of the house of the guy who changed my life for the worse yesterday. I astonished even myself by wondering if he'd finally committed suicide. I astonished myself further by wondering that with no passion whatsoever, and realizing I wouldn't know how I'd feel if he had. Or if I'd feel anything at all about it.
It's easy to look at one's self as the victim.
It's much harder, somehow to see a person you could easily cast as a villain in a worse place than yours, though.

In other news, I'm ficicng like a bloodless, tearless demon. (Spiral fiction really IS giving me "brain diarrhea") Yaiba Mizushiro is fleshing out as naturally as his cheerful younger brother did. But he's doing it so fast it astonishes me. And he seems to please the guwithwings group at the least, which also astonishes me. Due to that, though, I feel like I'm leaving off my duties as Tracer and Hizumi, and all the rest on KKMRP. It still feels like people have been off a lot lately, though. Hope everything's alright, there...

In other news, it seems Purple-kun and MOG-kun are "virtually engaged" by the sacred bonds of all that is purple an oniony. I've already called dibs on being the insane nanny to the brood of Purpions.
I love it when people go mad off sugar and do amazing things...all my characters ever do when they're high on sugar is threaten to dissect infants, and sew or knit. And I don't like sweet things, so I'm rarely more manic than I generally am...
You two are amazing.
And I'm sure the wedding cake and the table it stands on will be crafted form solid chocolate, and brought out on a float of oompa loompas.
Doris will be weeping in the front row...
The wedding march will naturally be played by a full kazoo band, organized by me. (and choreaographed by yet more oompa loompas.)
...And nobody had better touch the doughnuts. Or the benderberry punch.

Attention duelists! My hair is contemplative tags: curiosity, ficcage, meme, the marriage of the century

I've come to the conclusion I have too many friends.

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
obseletevulture goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as the fastest frog in the world.
azalee_calypso tricks you! You get a piece of paper.
foolish_m0rtal tricks you! You get a rotten egg.
kanashiii gives you 15 dark green cherry-flavoured wafers.
moerikyo tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!
mongoliabun tricks you! You lose 3 pieces of candy!
mushykylo tricks you! You lose 4 pieces of candy!
nyami_rose1 gives you 15 milky white root beer-flavoured gummy worms.
smithsassistant gives you 6 light yellow pineapple-flavoured wafers.
writer_of_sorts tricks you! You lose 12 pieces of candy!
x_mog tricks you! You get a block of wood.
obseletevulture ends up with 15 pieces of candy, a piece of paper, a rotten egg, and a block of wood.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

XDD Supposedly I seems to trick everyone when they do this on their journal. Now you're all geting me back.

Incidentally, my sister is determined to go trick or treating as Rio Takeuchi,a nd has been pressuring me immensely to go as a Spiral character. I'm sighing to myself and thinking, 'yeah, okay, I have enough balck stuff in my wardrobe to pull off Eyes Rutherford, but I don't have the hair. I have fluffy non-green sideburn things that could do a Hizumi, but I ahve no red coat, so what can I be?'

Solution: easiest costume in the world for a person with sideburn!hair:
Black turtleneck, face ear-clips, and an orange apron. Occasionally declare "the melody of logic always plays the notes of truth"
I'll go as Ayumu Narumi.

...Unfortuantely, nature seems to have made me ill-designed for posing as an adolescent man. So I'm oging to have to figure out a good way to bind myself.

And then watch in amusement as my sister realizes nobody will know hwo she is anyway.

Ho ho.

( Read more... )

Those of you who didn't see one of my rare friends-only entries, I could still use the help and advice? (Also, if I didn't friend you, and we DO talk, can you tell me? I fele like I'm forgetting something...)

I put this up over on the gunwithwings forum, so I thought I'd share it here, too. (Technically I was going to put it up on my creative journal, but I thought this would work better.)


Warning: Cracktastic fun ahead. Unfortunately, without bicycles (Note: May contain pairings and weirdness)

( I will be the world's fastest frog )

I actually have a lot more, but these seem to be the highlights. So far at least. (There was a pretty epic and random RioXKanoneXEyes triangle going on for a while, but I didn't put it in here...)

Where U at? school Attention duelists! My hair is amused Listening to: that weird song Hiyono always sings... tags: blachi sims

Since I don't get on often enough, I'm going to give you a week full of sharing all at once. Or you can open them one at a time like you're suppsoed to. *sticks out tongue*

Take it in a manly fashion. Even though most of you are girls!

Sharing is Caring:
For one week, recommend / share:
Day 1: a song
Day 2: a picture
Day 3: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day 4: a site
Day 5: a youtube clip
Day 6: a quote
Day 7: whatever tickles your fancy

( on the first day... )

( on the second day... )

( on the third day... )

( on the fourth day... )

( on the fifth day... )

( on the sixth day... )

( on the seventh day... )

Attention duelists! My hair is crazy Listening to: my leg hurts tags: memage.

So...erm...recap of my week? Fell sick on Sunday. I seem to be doing that an awful lot. But it figures with my lack of sleep, and how weirdly I seem to be misspelling everything lately. My skin has since gone terrible. I'm probably deficient in something again. AND I've been eating like a horse. (I had five meals on Sunday. FIVE. And about four yesterday if you count following cereal and eggs with pasta as a meal. Today seems normal again so far, considering I'm feeling fine on toast and tea.) Mild fever, of course--which is just about anything for me, considering my normal body temperature is about 97.8, and a headache, but all in all, no bad considering I visited a place supposedly infested with real swine flu.

Ah, yes. I was breifly online on Saturday to handle Hizumi's entry. He's pretty easy to get in characte,r but his social personality is a bit of a handful for me, even if I enjoy it. ^_^;; Playing him means I have a lot of HizumiXAyumu to get out of my system, too. So I went and wrote graceless mind!candy over on my creative journal,a nd it seems to have gone over well. Which embarasses me, somehow. (Onion, I don't think I should be able to write good kiss scenes. It defies logic. Or...maybe shows how far logic can take you? *blushes anyway*)

Nyami-chan reminded me I owe her fiction, so i need to write fandom crossover TracerXMalik for her. It shouldn't be too hard, but I'll need to remember what Malik sounds like agian. It's been a while since I visited his voice. (Tracer's fairly natural, though. I've lived Tracer for about four years now, and I've been fiddling with Wrath more, anyway, so he should be pretty fresh and his normal, perverse self.)

I have to send oodles of Spiral fanfiction to Mushy-sama. Sounds like he's having a rough week, anyway... It's either that, or I go through and hand-HTML about 100 pages of fiction, well-spaced, then another 150 elsewhere, non-well-spaced.

Also, my sister has agreed to read Spiral scanlations if I finish off Shadow Puppets before the weekend. Not that I need much incentive to read Orson Scott Card, but I've been sleeping alot lately, and putting it off, and she wants to spoil me for Shadow of the Giant. The BeanXPetra stuff tires me a little, though. Mormon views of marriage shine through with Card, and occasionally that hurts my brain.
But somehow Hizumi's shouts of "DEATH FROM ABOVE" make that kind of thing tolerable? I really need to be checked out...

D&D today. Maybe I can finish off my day by drooling mentally over a sixteen year old. Gag. If Yoh-chan would actually show up for the first time since July, I probably wouldn't even bother. Fscking rebound... I'm not looking forward to it, for once, because Lee wants to run another game after the campaign ends and start us all off at first level. The fact making characters takes me a while aside, she has a tendency to make other peoples' characters part of her storyline. Plus she seems to be coddling me lately. As another girl, I think. She always comes down hard on Roast for talking, but with me she's somehow fine? I talk way more than he does, and it's starting to bother me. Plus I think she's trying to hook me up with gamer guys, and I'm normally very private about that kind of thing.
So...I'm probably nto looking forward to it as much as usual. She keeps inviting me to stuff all week round, and I'm not THAT social. I think she's trying to get me together with Eva. I don't mind him and all, but he IS ten years older than me, and has an on-again-off-again girlfriend.

Plus I have Joey taking to calling me all week long, too, and that's starting to grow unpleasant also.
I don't mind talking to him. But there seems no point to it anymore. It usually ends up that I spend three hours on the phone, keeping my sister up while he goes off and just has something in his ear while he buys groceries. Also, there doesn't seem to be any tactful way I can think of to ask him to tone it down. I went to high school with him and all, but even if we're friends, I can't ahve him calling me through my classes, and at ten at night, and demanding to have me sit there on the phone. If he needs help,t hen fine, but if he's just calling so he can relate to me what happened on 4chan, and try and set me off ranting about some atheist, and make snide remarks about religion on the side, even though he knows i hold to that really strongly, that's...tiring for me. If not unpleasant, even. And I don't like finding a friend unpleasant.

Bit of a dump, I'm afraid, this week. RPing is a high point, though. And I'm probably just being tired and sick.
Mushy-sama's been giving me excellent concrit, too. Another high point. And who knows, maybe I'll get another piece finished, considering I'm having an inspiration overload. So...things will probably be better.

Plus Nyami-chan's been entertaining me the past few days, and she's always refreshingly honest, so it makes me feel better. If she thinks something's wrong, at least she'll say it. I usually fele liek I can get palces with Nyami-chan, even when other people start being all subtle and social and drive me nuts trying to parse out what they're saying.

And MOG's being wonderful as ever.

I'm pretty glad I've come far enough that I can take comfort in other people rather than just retreating back into my skull and waiting for everything to stop bothering me. It's good to be able to see it.

And another bright point--I've trained the cockroaches to the point (COVER YOUR EARS ANYONE WHO HATES COCKROACHES) where they recognize my breath or my voice, and will actually come to the sides of the cage to beg for gerbil poop to eat. Somehow this is comforting. I have no idea how. But Cain and Fable are being marvelous there, and last week I caught two more and made a new cage. Another male, and a female. The male's become "Octavian", and the female is just asking to be named, so...anyone with suggestions?
Octavian is pretty active, but I haven't gotten him to the point where he reconizes me. Still, I have pretty high hopes considering he shows all the earmarks of being young, and capable as a pet.
I'm thinking of one day connecting the two cages.

...Conveniently enough, praising my pet cockroaches is a good way to get people off the phone if I feel like sleeping, too--
Silver linings everywhere.

Where U at? work Attention duelists! My hair is mixed Listening to: Imogen Heap--Just for now (Live A Capella)

Mocchan...words do not express your awesomeness.
Tipsy!Ayumu actually must overcome enough of his self-confidence issues to actually get things done...Hizumi is pleased. (And is therefore skipping around like the happy uke-ish stereotype he's becoming little green-haired brat he actually is.)

Cliff notes: AAYUxHIZZU is OFFICIAL AS OF YESTERDAY ON KKM.
Mine is a very happy Hizumi...

I don't think anything's going to bring him out of the rafters for a while unless I bring in eyes, so...I think I'll do that. (Which goes to prove I like to make things senselessly complicated.) on the bright side, MOG's been off recruiting, so if I put in Eyes, we're more likely to get a Rio, etc.

Ahhh the downward spiral...

Anyway, RP-ing aside, I just got my fingerprinting stuff done and they put that hand-sanitizer stuff on my hands, so I'm probably going to hate them for it later. Oh. And Gmail doesn't like me at the moment.

...this is all meant to explain why I'm on the internet on a Thursday when clearly no planets are in exemplary alignments, etc.

I'll be on a little, then i need to get my car home.

Oh yes. The batmobile had a massive short or something because the dashboard and taillights weren't going on at all, earlier. But my brother went and fixed it for me when I was at school yesterday. (I'm decent with most tools, but I still haven't learned anything about electrical things, so...)
He fixed EVERYTHING.
I brought home some pretty epic cream soda for him, and informed him that he was worth every penny I paid him. (Technically I didn't pay him anything--I just bribed him with caffeine and sugar after the fact.)

He gave me a hysterical account of his adventures trying to get my car to work, but I don't remember most of it because my brain was still wrapped around RP events. I told him that he'll have to come back and tell me again later, though. (Apparently pouring rain came down twice at exactly the wrong moments, ratchet sets had to be purchased, and he was only able to finally vanquish the troubles by entirely ignoring the pictures in the manual and just following the other instructions.)

Roast, I've never been happier to be your mistreated older sister than I am nowwwww~! *flies off into the distance*

Also exemplary: said brother with his palidin tendencies actually did something nice to his family members. (He usually just leaves that for people outside the family, then comes home and sleeps. *snorts*)

What a good sibling... Now if only my sister would take a hint and stop trying to destroy the bike I worked so hard to make indestructible....


Edit:

Oh, and I thought I'd give MOG a fair shot at this in payback. I've known some of you for about six years, so some of you have a better chance than others, but I'd like to see who picks up what. (Also, if you get my names wrong, i'm not going to give you the correct answer, obviously, but some of my pseudonyms drop hints...)

Color of my room is a two-parter. You get extra points if you know what color the inside of "the box" is.

Also, if you're checking my profile, you're a clever green bean, but it probably won't help you much. *snorts* Good luck.

(2 Points) My name:
(1 Point) My last name:
(5 Points) Take a stab at my middle name:
(3 Points) Who am I in love with:
(2 Points) Where did we meet:
(2 Points) What kind of car do I drive:
(2 Points) Where do I work:
(3 Points) What am I afraid of:
(2 Points) Do I smoke:
(3 Points) Do I drink:
(2 Points) Do I have any siblings:
(2 Points) How many:
(1 Point) Do I like 'em:
(4 Points) What's one of my favorite things to do:
(2 Points) How many piercings do I have:
(3 Points) What's my favorite type of music:
(4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing:
(3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:
(2 Points) What’s my favorite color:
(3 Points) Name something I hate:
(4 Points) Name a talent I have:
(4 Points) What kind of sneakers do I wear:
(4 Points) Do I have any pets:
(2 Points) Who am I dating right now:
(5 Points) How long have I been dating them:
(5 Points) What is the color of my room:
(5 Points) What is my worst habit:
(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring:

80-85 Points; Stalker Extraordinaire!
70-79 Points; Hard-Working Stalker
40-69 Points; Decent Stalker
20-39 Points; Stalker-In-Training
00-19 Points; Crappy Stalker or New Stalker

Where U at? kolledj Attention duelists! My hair is happy and tired Listening to: I don't know anymore... tags: aayuxhizzu, batmobile online!, fingerprinting, my brain is trying to die

If this works, I've just given myself home internet capacity at risk of being a sneaky scumbag. (I may or may not have free internet in the area? Agh. I wish I could tell for sure if I'm stealing someone's signal... >_>U *Is practically computer-illiterate for her age*)

But...this might solve some problems to say the least. For emergencies and all...

Where U at? HOME Attention duelists! My hair is nervous tags: possible wi-fi?