it's man devouring man, my dear

Whoa.

2009-11-07T20:47:44Z

So if anyone cares.
I'm sure none of you do.
But if anyone does.
I got a new LJ that I actually plan on using.
We can connect and talk and what have you on there.
Sound cool?
See you there. :)

AHHHH! 8D

2009-01-03T04:01:11Z

Alright so.
At the mall I live near, they have this little Chinese/Japanese/Azn store, where you can buy a bunch of cute stuff. Death Note, Kingdom Hearts, Hello Kitty, etc., you get the idea.
So today, I bought a Death Note jewelry set that was half off and OHMYGOD.
LOOK:

See the ring?
Okayokayokay.
You can't see it, I know, but:

SEE THAT RING?
The ring I got looks almost EXACTLY like it.
sfoksfoaldkaiofsmkfjksdsdlkasaps;adsfkl;e!
Yep, I'm officially cool.
They had a few sets, but the one I got was the best. It came in this cute little box with Light and Ryuk on the front. The necklace is the Kira symbol that a lot of websites use, which is fitting because I'm all for what Light did.
Anyway, I just had like.
ANNOUNCE THAT.
-dies of happy-

oioioi

2009-01-01T11:03:40Z

Ohmygooooooood~
I want to raep him.
D:

y-yes, plz?
o wo

TERRORISM!

2008-12-30T23:40:31Z

Ohhhhhhh my god~
Junjou Romantica is the best thing ever.
*w*
WARNING: GAY THINGS AND PEDOPHILIA AHEAD! 8DDD

rofl, so okay.
At first it was kind of like, super typical yaoi bullshit.
Because the one guy is stereotypically seme and the other is stereotypically uke.
Usagi-san and Misaki, basically, who are the main couple.

(Usagi-san is the one who's like 'MMM LOOK AT UR FAICE!' and Misaki is the one who's like 'THAT'S MY FAICE, JERK!')
The three pairings all have their own nicknames, this one is the main one, so naturally it's:
JUNJOU ROMANTICA.
They're cute because uh, Misaki is like 'WTF NO GAYNESS PLZ' and Usagi-san is like 'O LOL TOO BAD I LOVE YOU' and whatnot.
Not to mention that like, EVERY GUY WHO MEETS MISAKI FALLS IN LOVE WITH HIM.
-______-;;
But it's still cute, really.
And, like, sex.
A lot of it.
AND USAGI-SAN is a novelist, who writes these award-winning books, and then uses Misaki and Misaki's older brother (who he was initially in love with) in his homo-erotic boy love novels.
Usagi-san is also eccentric and has teddy bears and toy trains and rubber duckies everywhere because he feels he never got a normal childhood. Which he didn't, there's a whole episode that shows that, he's friends with Hiro-san (a character in the next pairing) and it's all quite sad. D:
So, yeah.
Misaki is 10 years younger than Usagi-san too.
IT'S STILL CUTE! D<

AND THEN.

There's Hiro-san and Nowaki.
JUNJOU EGOIST.
(Hiro-san is the one you THINK is the uke because Nowaki is the one holding him, but you're WRONG! D<)
Which is awesome because Nowaki is like, SO tall, but Hiro-san is such a bitch to him.
And it's just like, a rofl'ing good time for all.
Not to mention Nowaki is like 'LOL I WISH HIRO-SAN WOULD WEAR A DRESS.'
Which is just plain amusing.
Plus Hiro-san is in love Usagi-san, or is at first at least, and it's saaaaaad. D:
But it's so cute. D<
And Nowaki is 4 years younger than Hiro-san, but he's got to be a foot taller, it's so great. Oh and the first time they have sex is the best sex scene in the series so far. Except maybe when Misaki and Usagi-san do it in the train...IMEANWHUT?
They fight, like, all the time. And have library sex. Not that the others don't fight, but it seems like Hiro-san and Nowaki have the most serious fights. And Hiro-san is so cute because he acts all like 'TOUGH |:<' but really he'll just be like ;______________; half the time. xDD

Then, there's the best...

(Shi is the one pulling Miyagi's tie offfff~ 8D)
JUNJOU TERRORIST.
Oh my effing god.
So basically, Shinobu (I just call him Shi though) met this guy, Miyagi (who also happens to be the professor that Hiro-san from the above couple is assisting) a few years ago. Miyagi saves Shi from these guys who are about to beat him up. Shi instantly is attracted to him. But it turns out Miyagi is getting married to his older sister! DDDD: POORBABYAMIRITE? So now it's a few years later, 3 I think, and Miyagi and his wife are divorced and Shi comes all the way back from studying abroad in AUSTRALIA to confess to Miyagi. OH DID I MENTION SHI IS 17 AND MIYAGI IS 34? That's why I love it so much, rofl, it's fucking pedo material, so hawt. ;D
It's just great because Shi is all like 'OH YEAH, I'VE HAD SEX' and Miyagi's like 'K SEX ME THEN LOL' and Shi is like 'OHMYGODNUUUUUUU' and Shi cries all like gross and it's hilarious. xD
Oh and Miyagi has a really sad side story that makes me cry.

BUT ANYWAY YEAH.
Junjou Romantica, so amazingggggggg.
Everyone ever should watch it.
Or else I'll kill you.
And you'll be dead.
FOREVER.
o_______________________________o

What kinda Christmas is it? 0:

2008-12-25T02:10:49Z

A Woodland Critter Christmas of course!
I opened most of my presents up tonight, on Christmas Eve, and I helped to pick out the ones that 'Santa' is delivering. I have a 7 year old sister, so, you know, just keeping up the facade over here, don't hate.
Anyway, I'm bored, so I feel like talking about what I got.
The new Britney Spears CD! It's amazing, I highly recommend My Baby, Shattered Glass and Unusual You.
Death Note 2008 calendar, I haven't seen it anywhere besides FYE, not even online, so I'm slightly scared it's somehow bootleg merch, but what the hell do I care, it's got some goddamn good Raito and Mello art, but naturally is lacking in the Matt department. |:
Harley Quinn shirt! Second only to Scarecrow in terms of Batman characters.<33
Resident Evil: Outbreak and Resident Evil 4, it was the only way my mom could buy me Outbreak again, it came in a two pack, I hope 4 isn't as lame as I've heard. Dx
Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk. Certain to be an amazing book, I've yet to be disappointed by anything Chuck has written except for Fight Club. (Seriously, Fight Club isn't that great.) And I think my Nana is getting me Lullaby or Survivor, so mmm, Chuck!
Clothes from Forever 21, etc., etc., it's all good.
Axel plushie, the character from Kingdom Hearts. I found this Chinese/Japanese shop in the mall, they have all this cute merch, so I'm going to spend so much money on stuff there. They had a Raito Yagami plushie too s0sdf9iosfsf. ; o; So naturally I need that and probably some jewelry.
A Death Note poster and a Kingdom Hearts poster.
YES I AM A GIANT NERD.
I'll probably buy some South Park merch as well.
And my friend is probably getting me Cannibal! the Musical 13th Anniversary DVD complete with drunken commentary from Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
So...yeah.
Good stuff.
Hope everyone has a good Christmas/New Years/etc.
:D

ink!

2008-12-21T04:46:38Z

This is mostly just for myself, but I cba to make it private.
As you can tell from the title (I'd hope) it's the tattoos I plan on getting eventually.
I've wanted all of them for at least a few months now, some of them I've wanted for a few years, so I hardly think I'm going to change my mind about them.
And I have a high pain tolerance, so, heh.
;D

キラ
Kira in Japanese, because I'm a Death Note nerd, aaand it'd be going over my heart.

From the Boondock Saints, Latin for truth and justice.
Aequitas, as pictured, on my left hand, Veritas, as pictured, on my right.

This is the one that makes everyone go 'o no lol you can't do that!'

Axel from Kingdom Hearts, yeah, I want the little triangle thingies (I am quite the eloquent soul today) he has under his eyes.
Same place as him.
Seriously.

Right, so, in Harry Potter OotP, they have to write 'I must not tell lies,' with these special quills that, when they write, use their blood as ink and the line becomes scarred into the hand they aren't writing with, so that'd be on my right hand.

I used to just want Kyle, but now I want all four boys.
I'm kind of debating as to whether I want them as a tramp stamp, lmao.

Paopu fruit, from KH again, on the inside of my left wrist.

CAN YOU TELL THAT I AM A GIGANTIC NERD?
I honestly don't want any lame 'design' tattoos or something of a flower, I like tattoos to mean something.
I hate people who get, like, a butterfly, or some shit, and have no reason why.
That being said, I do have reasons for all of these, as retarded as they may seem to other people.
xD

So basically when I'm a parent (lololol) and then an old lady, uh, everyone says I'll regret them.
But, ha, they definitely don't know me.
;)

Aw, goddammit! You gave him one of your gay little speeches, didn't you?

2008-11-26T18:49:40Z

Ah, so.
I figured something out. Life is not like a roller coaster. It's like a...like a thing that goes up and down but it can be doing both at the same time. They haven't invented...whatever that is yet, but that's what life is like, you know? I have a weak immune system, so I'm generally sick all the time at some level. For the past few months I hadn't been sick at all, and then BAM! Right before my birthday I got epicly sick. This happens every year (the getting sick right before my birthday part, not just my birthday...well that does too, but, YEAH) so I wasn't entirely caught off guard. But the thing is, although I got super sick, my life kinda got better. See, I started doing this new-fangled talking to people thing and it's working out. So I have some friends at school, which is nice. I kinda found my niche, which is complete and utterly nothingness. Seriously, several time people have remarked about how it's virtually impossible to stereotype me.
ANYWAY, as exciting as that is.
So which is the more exciting news?
A) I am 16, like, finally, it makes me feel older, well because I am, but yeah.
B) Sweeney Todd on DVD for me, which yes, I hated the movie the first time I saw it, but something about it is a lot better when I'm drinking Capri Sun and watching it on my PS2.
C) My little sister wants to marry Kenny McCormick forever, because he's just so cute, hence I have the coolest 6 year old sister in the history of mandkind.
D) Neil Gaiman's American Gods is the best book in the world and I finally was able to get it out from the library.
E) All of the above.
Well, naturally, it's E.
So things are good, you know, thus far, here's to hoping it stays that way?
Oh and for Christmas I was the 13th Anniversary Edition DVD of Cannibal! The Musical and Britney Spears's new CD. No questions asked.
:3

shatter

2008-09-30T22:08:18Z

I've been so busy lately with doing nothing.
:/
So I wrote this thing for no purpose other than to be slightly emotastic. And it ended up in my Kenny/Butters story on FFnet. I don't know why. I like it better like this. My friend Gina says it's really good, I don't know that it is, but I like it.

--

I think there’s a point in everyone’s life where your heart actually breaks. I don’t think it can happen more than a few times and I don’t think it can ever hurt as much as that first time. Because the first time your heart breaks is the first time it’s ever felt real pain. Not tangible pain, you aren’t going to feel it. You aren’t going to be able to tell the doctor where it hurts exactly and he won’t have any pills to solve your problem this time. You might not even realize that your heart is broken until a week, month or even years later.

When you do realize it though, it’s a shock to the system. You retreat into this shell, unique to every person who has ever lived; no one does it quite the same. I did it without many people noticing it. I did it slowly and internally until I finally confronted the very person who broke my heart. That’s another thing about your heart breaking. In my experience there are only ever going to be a few select people with that power over you and you have to give them that power.

There’s no exchange, you don’t say, alright, here’s my heart, take good care of it. You do in a sense, but you can never really trust that they’ve gotten the message and that’s how they get the power. Once you surrender your heart to them and try to let them know that – it’s all a matter of if they understand that. If they know they have that power and if they’re good person, they’ll take care of things to make sure your heart doesn’t break.

But sometimes it doesn’t matter if they’re a good person, because somewhere the lines got crossed. They didn’t understand what they heard, they didn’t understand what it meant to you, it didn’t mean the same thing to them – something. And even though they mean well, they dropped it. They weren’t careful because they just didn’t know, and suddenly it’s a slow motion moment, you look back and see the events that all led up to this point, until you see your heart. It’s not made of glass or crystal, you can’t see through it, but there it is, falling, and you’re helpless to stop it. So what do you do?

You close your eyes and you think and you remember – as you hear it, the sound of your heart breaking. Do you know what it sounds like?

I do.

--

I don't speak from experience, I've never given anyone my heart.
In other news:
Boys at my new school think it's 'really omg kewl' that I like South Park.
I think they're all really lame and immature.
:s
I've been really sick for a few days now.
And I hate it when random people run into me in the hallways.
Ew @ people touching me.
God I love Coke Zero.
Au revoir.

one, two, three, four

2008-09-02T22:00:38Z

I hate people who confuse Pro-Choice with Pro-Abortion.
--
I started at my new high school today. And it's funny, because all my friends (lol two people) were like 'Oh everyone will like you!' Well, maybe they would. No one talked to me. I mean, literally, no one bothered to acknowledge my existance. I'm either dead and I don't know it yet or I'm extremely ugly. I'm betting on the latter and hoping for the former, hahaha. I need to talk to a therapist, seriously. Ugh, life in general is just...I don't know. It just feels really wrong. Like 'why the fuck am I here, I'm supposed to be there.' If I could I would drop out, I don't even care, I'm not learning anything important anyway. And that sounds so childish, I know, but honestly, it's doing more hurt than harm to be in this environment right now. Aha, I need to grow up and deal with this. :/
--
My writing relflects my mood after all.

up in my lonely room

2008-08-26T23:30:06Z

Well.
My internet.
Yeah.
It's a snail that overdosed on heroin. I simply can't get online. Well, I can. But. It doesn't count. I'm on my mom's fiance's computer and it's failure on a stick. Besides that, all my files are on my laptop, which currently has no internet. I mean, call me impatient, but I think three weeks was enough time to get this shit set up.
Since I've been in a place where no one knows me or cares to know me for all this time I've been doing three things.
1. Writing. I finished Addict. It might end up having a sequel. Mainly because...I planned on having way more story than Craig can tell. It's just not his story any more. He was my muse and now it's a boy in an orange parka. I mean, tits. Just, tits. I've always said I would never do a sequel, because they seem so...geh, to me. But idno, there's more to the story it's just. Tits.
And besides Addict, I have this like, EPIC what-if Stan and Kyle hadn't met thing. It's almost 15000 words and I'm not done with it. It's a oneshot. And so 15000 words for a oneshot...that's epic imo. And then I have about 2 or 3 oneshots that are finished and shorter and whatnot. Idno. I have too much time to write.
2. Going on the boat. Since I live on a lake now (live on lake = lake is backyard) I go out on the boat a lot. It's gay. Gayer than Neil Patrick Harris. Gayer than all the hype around Heath Ledger. Maybe even gayer than Miley Cyrus.
3. Watching Law and Order: SVU. I used to never see repeats, now I see the same episodes all the time. Christopher Meloni is a sex god. Thank you sex gods for granting him to us. Thank you oh. Oh so very much.
4. Sleeping. A lot.
Well, that was a good bitching. I think I'll go do number 4 now.

v-v-v-vent?

2008-07-31T01:33:50Z

This is basically pointless venting. Pointless to anyone besides me right now. .___. So I've been doing nothing for the past few days. I was writing and then I forgot to save and my laptop died and my temper was like 'DON'T WRITE D<' so I didn't. My temper controls me. So I just sit around and do nothing except being pissed off and drink coffee and ignore everyone and be ignored by everyone else. And then today, all of a sudden, I go to see the house I’m moving too. It’s really nice, right by the lake, I mean, our backyard pretty much is the lake, lulz. But the town is…well see, right now I live in a really urban town. I can’t walk down a street here without seeing a Wal-Mart, a Starbucks and some fast food place. There are stores everywhere. But where I’m moving…not so much. And, to say the least, I’m not thrilled about it. It’s just stressing me out so much. Then moving, I’m switching schools and oh, isn’t that just going to be great. I’m really not very social, unless I know you pretty well.
Fucking just…fucking fucking fuck. I’m going to watch South Park.
|:
edit: lo fucking l, I love this episode, when they play baseball and Craig's hair is accidentally brown instead of black and you see Kenny with his hood off.
Goddammit, I know too much about this show.
--
Since I'm so dead, by the way, my writing is completely reflecting that. Oh, no, I can write trust me, just all my characters are -dead- just like me.
Fuck me and how all my characters always end up reflecting myself.
Dx

I haven't slept in how long?

2008-07-27T15:21:03Z

Four days. Well, okay, not exactly four days. I've had sporadic sleeping, like, 10 minutes here, 25 minutes there. But essentially 4 days of being wide awake. You have no idea how much time 24 hours is until you stay up for 4 sets of that amount of time. It goes on forfuckingever, I swear. I hate having insomnia.
Good news though, SP Imaginationland is on tonight. That's exciting for me, considering it's the Extended Cut. Which I wanted to buy, but I forgot, my mom has no idea I even watch South Park or even remotely like it. She'd kill me if she knew how obsessed I was... xD
--
Plus. I just found out I'm moving. Not too far away, but I'm switching schools and stuff. My mom's getting remarried and all that shit no one cares about. It was kind of sudden though, I barely even know her fiance, who, I guess, is my soon-to-be step-dad. Fucking weird.
But oh well.
Life gives what life gives.
Gotta deal with it as it comes,
8D~

mood theme failure

2008-07-26T02:24:26Z

So.
I've been trying to change my mood theme for about 2 weeks now.
And by 'trying' I mean, I keep forgetting to and the 2 times I've tried to it's like 'failure.'
And it's this really great Batman Begins/The Dark Knight thing that makes me all 'omgyes!' happy.
But no.
No, LJ has to be all complicated and confuse me. And I mean really confuse me. Like, I'm terribly LJ stupid. I can do html and CSS and all that good shit on every other site. But when it comes to LJ? I just fail at life.
--
I didn't sleep for a whole day and then I slept for 18 hours. I kept waking up and then just going right back to sleep. Best sleep of my life.
:D
I really need to write though, I'm slacking off like crazy.
au revoir.

Pluto

2008-07-23T07:26:08Z

How do you feel about Pluto's recent demotion? Should it still be a planet?

View 500 Answers

I had to answer this, just because, Pluto's always been my favorite planet. And, uh, fuck you whoever demoted it, I still consider it a planet. Always will. Mickey Mouse named his dog after it. Or maybe I have that backwards, since Pluto was one of the gods and all... Regardless, Pluto will always be a planet to me.
Just because.
I grew up knowing it as a planet.
And I watched a Magic School Bus episode where they went to the PLANET Pluto.
So.
Yeah.
|:

si loin de vous

2008-07-23T05:45:13Z

I'm loving this weird French music.
c:

--

Let's talk Twilight.
As in, why I have extreme dislike for the series.
My mom bought me the first book, so I figured I might as well read it, right? At first I kind of liked it. I didn’t love it, but I thought it was kind of interesting. Bella bothered me right off the bat. Because, literally the entire first book she’s like: ‘I’m so normal, I’m so average, I’m so unattractive.’ And then, like, three guys fall in love with her, she makes two best friends right off of the bat. But, still, she’s so wangstily average. I read New Moon and then Eclipse. After I finished Eclipse, I set down the book, went upstairs and told my mom: ‘Please, whatever you do, do not buy me the next Twilight book. Please.’

Honestly, the storyline has this small amount of promise. A good writer could have made that storyline good, a great writer could have made it great. Stephenie Meyer is a shit writer, and she turned the plot into such. I swear to God, Bella is self-insertion on her part. It just shows that you can get anything published these days with little to no talent, as long as the plot ‘OMG VAMPIRE HOTTIES WHO WANT TO DATE ME LOL’ appeals to the masses.

Bella is blatantly a Mary Sue. I don’t care what anyone says, original characters CAN be Mary Sues. Edward is one, the entire family of vampires are Mary Sues. They have conflict sure, but in the end ‘THE VAMPIRE SAVED ME LOL’ is the outcome. The characters are bland, the plotline is bland, the books leave me with no taste in my mouth, and I forget half of what happened because none of it really struck me emotionally.

And I say this as a modest, mediocre writer: If Stephenie Meyer can get published, so can I.
-JAZZHANDS-
So if anyone asks me why I don't like Twilight, they can read that and kiss my ass.

--

On a creepy note.
I'm getting into Pokemon again.
Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig time.
Palletshipping and Contestshipping ftw.
So cute. *u*
Well, enough being creepy.
I'm out.
8D

piano passion

2008-07-14T03:56:47Z

Ugh.
Just fucking ugh.
I need to work on the next chapter of my novel. Literally NEED to, but I'm procrastinating like I always do. Fucking. Always. But you know, that's alright. God is such a faggot, he needs to motivate me. |:
5 days until The Dark Knight, woohoo!
8D

sick, pissed off and needing jon to be back now D

2008-07-11T13:21:11Z

Right so.
It's 9 am and I have to sleep.
But I just figured I'd update this with a bit of a rant.
No one's going to know what I'm talking about really, so it's not very important.
My tummy really hurts.
My location from now until I beat KH2 will be where i am in the game.
xD
--
beginrant
Alright, so, I can see the merit in her story. Well, three of her stories. I've read two of them and the one she's currently working on I am reading, just finished the sixteenth and newest chapter a lot while ago as a matter of fact. She's a good writer. But just. Ugh. I know it sounds so...jealous. Like I'm envious (bah that's ironic) of her writing. But I really don't find her to be that good of a writer. She's like the J. K. Rowling of fan-fiction, great, promising plots and characters...but only mediocre skill. And yet these people practically worship her, she gets hundreds of reviews like THAT and no one bothers to think twice about it. She's not that good so why do people act like she's the be-all-end-all in writing? It makes no sense.
endrant
--
Oh a lighter note.
JON AND STEPHEN ARE BACK ON MONDAY EEEE
I think.
I'm so bad with their schedules, I almost cried when I realized they were gone for YET ANOTHER week this past...week.
Dx

get in there, the lot of you

2008-07-09T11:23:23Z

Finally updated my profile page and it looks mighty spiffy if I do say so myself. Which I don't because I just said spiffy out loud and realized how terribly campy it sounds. Does anyone even use that word anymore?

Doubtful.

So I was musing to myself and I came up with a rather odd thought. I had a slight...fight, for lack of a better word with this girl about Hitler. I simply told her I respected the man and she bitched me out. Fact being, I didn't get to explain myself. I don't respect Hitler because he killed Jews, that would be rather insane, or at least morbid, sadistic, masochistic, racist? Something like that. Anyway, I respect him because he was smart. And people need to get THIS through their head:

Just because someone is 'evil' doesn't mean they are stupid and just because someone is 'good' doesn't mean they are smart.

That's just not the way it works, much as we want it to work that way. Honestly, 'evil' people would be ten times easier to hate if they were stupid. But I have respect for people like Hitler or Charles Manson, say. Sure, they did terrible things, but does that change their intelligence level? Not one bit. Respect is different from admiration, is it not?

--

On a completely different note, I watched the Royal Tenenbaums again today. Black Comedy is just made of win. I could drown in it. It's so real and so not slapstick that I have to pinch myself to realize I'm not watching a family go through all of this. Quite possibly one of THE best movies of all time. But never comparing to Batman Begins in my book, of course.

Also, Mozart and Beethoven have been on repeat for days now. I'm just waiting for Ludwig's reincarnation to come and sweet me off my feet. Mood poisoning from music's most genius man, please.

Aha, speak of moods, I need a new mood set. :|

burning desire [1/?]

2008-07-09T07:30:42Z

I was thinking about it.
And I get a LOT of reviews for So Much For Love.
Like more than I was thinking I did.
Fuck me for over-analyzing.

Anywho.
I need someone who's a fan of Kingdom Hearts to read this prologue.
Dx

Burning Desire
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Axel/Roxas, and for right now that's all.
Word count: 4460
Summary: Axel, a pyromaniac without a cause becomes Roxas' proverbial white rabbit, dragging him into a world he's never experienced.
Rating: pg-13 I suppose
Warnings: slash.
Burning Desire

A/N: People always seem to portray Axel as a pyromaniac, so I suppose I stole that idea from a lot of people, didn’t I? There’s a reason behind this story though. I’m terrified of fire. Absolutely petrified by it. I know you probably don’t care much about my personal life but one of my friends suggested writing something about fire, to try and get over that fear. Somehow I doubt it will work, but I don’t really have anything to lose. Oh and, to be entirely fair, Jimi Hendrix helped me with the name of this story. Thank you James.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I really doubt that I even own the plot.

Chapter One: Lacrimosa

I seek no gain or self-expression; I only seek my own satisfaction
--Thesyre, ‘Pyromania’

It’s impossible to avoid someone in this town.

It doesn’t matter if they’re your ex-girlfriend, twice ex-girlfriend, even. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have the same interests. It doesn’t matter if you spend your days trying to avoid them. It doesn’t matter because it’s impossible to avoid someone in this town. When I say impossible, I mean it. You will end up finding them or they will end up finding you even if you weren’t trying to find them in the first place. And when they are trying to find you?

Do I need to reiterate it? Impossible. Part of me wishes I could leave this town, Twilight Town, leave it behind me and go somewhere completely new, erase every memory of the people here and start over. But no one ever leaves this town. No one new ever comes to this town. No one wants to get trapped in its gravitational pull. Our parents have lived here their entire lives and we will be following in their footsteps.

People leave, but they always come back soon after. Demyx Demetrius left once, he made an Escape, but he was back in less than a month. He recounted the events of his month out of town to all of us. I remember being fifteen and wide-eyed at the very idea of leaving. Even as the sandy blond-haired boy had animatedly told us of the people he met and the things he did we all knew he was back for good. Free spirits rarely survive in Twilight Town, Demyx was one of the few exceptions, and even he couldn’t leave for long.

That was nearly three years ago and the only person I know who has made an Escape since is my own brother, one year older than me and infinitely more positive, Sora tried to convince me to go with him. He was only going to Traverse, which is only about fifteen minutes from Twilight, and he would only be staying for a week. But I didn’t go. I have no need to leave, no ambitions to get out of this place. I’m not attached to it.

There’s just no purpose out there for me that can’t be found here.

Riku Innogen wouldn’t even go with Sora, and they’re best friends. Odd ones, admittedly, they’re constantly fighting, but it was strange that he said no to my brother. They’ve been friends since they were kids, I remember always following them around, to the beach to the Trans Commons, up to the clock tower. I was only a year younger but I was still the little brother, so I was never invited along formally, I was just an after thought. Like I always am. It doesn’t bother me and I can admit it to myself. I’m just Roxas Cesario, that kid in the background who never really does anything because he doesn’t choose to do anything. I can’t blame other people for perceiving me the way I am.

In all truth I’m nobody in this world.

But in this town it’s impossible to avoid anyone so I must be somebody to some people. They just don’t make it very clear to me. Right now I’m walking around town with three people I’ve probably known my entire life. I wasn’t invited, I never am, but we met up and I tagged along like I always do. Olette Tempest is dragging us around to look for the perfect outfit. There seems to be no reason behind this, but we’re all following her for lack of anything better to do.

Hayner Caliban and I exchange looks of mutual boredom as Olette window shops at Feathers; because we both know the store is too expensive and this is going to be another wasted fifteen minutes. Pence Trinculo has gone for about ten minutes now, and so far Olette hasn’t seemed to notice. I contemplate whether or not I should take a break for it right now, but what else am I supposed to do?

“Come on, Olette, we all know you’re going to find fifty things you like in there and walk out empty handed because they’re ten times your budget,” Hayner whines as Olette begins to open the door to Feathers. She shoots him a dirty look and walks in anyway. “Shit, man, I would just leave, but – ”

“Nothing better to do?” I state, blandly.

“That’s Twilight for you,” he replies, equally as emotionless with a heavy sigh. “Oh, hey, it’s Demyx; he ought to at least make things a bit more exciting.”

I look up. Demyx Demetrius is, in fact, heading towards us, smiling as ever, his sandy-blond hair. It’s like a mixture of a mohawk and a mullet, and Demyx is the only person in the world to be able to pull it off or, at the very least, to even think about wearing his hair like that. He’s followed by Zexion Octavius. Zexion is kind of like me, except he had Demyx, who doesn’t treat him as a tag along.

At least he has someone.

“Hey you guys!” Demyx is endlessly positive and happy towards life. He’s a bit of a failure, just barely passed high school and he doesn’t even have a real job, just works as a waiter at a local restaurant. He would be nobody too if it wasn’t for his attitude, the way that he’s so carelessly happy go lucky is infectious, you can’t be around him without wanting to smile. So we both do, Hayner and I, and even almost-always silent Zexion. “What are you doing here?” the blond asks, pressing his face against the glass of Feathers. “We just came to wait for Marly.”

Hayner and I exchange amused looks. Marluxia Oberon, a character if there ever was one. I don’t even think Demyx realizes how much Marluxia doesn’t like him, or the fact that the only reason Marluxia hangs out around him is because of Larxene, Demyx’s twin. That’s the funniest part about Marluxia – maybe excluding the rosy pink hair he has – the fact that he he’s so brash and honest most of the time but when it comes to Larxene, a nice bitch in her own right, he’s practically speechless. He’s not even himself around her.

I’m not even myself around anyone though, so I have no right to be thinking about this.

“We’re just waiting for Olette,” I tell him. Demyx gives a small nod, like, ‘oh, I figured’ because why else would Hayner and I be standing in front of the girliest boutique in town? “Why would Marluxia be coming to Feathers though?”

“He’s not,” Zexion says, from where he stands next to the blond. I don’t think anyone has ever seen both of Zexion’s eyes, and I always get this funny feeling that maybe he has some crazy deformity on the other one and he’s been hiding it ever since second grade. He always has a book with him, one is tucked under his arm right now and I have to wonder how hard it is to read when you have a curtain of hair over half of your face.

“We figure he’ll end up here eventually,” Demyx says with a shrug and a grin. He doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s just like I’ve been saying all along. It’s impossible to avoid anyone in this town, and at five in the afternoon on the first week of summer the chances of running into someone is practically doubled.

Sure enough we’re accosted by rosy pink hair a few minutes later. “Where’s Larx?” He doesn’t even greet us; he just asks for the blonde female and matches Demyx’s earlier actions, looking into Feathers, probably thinking that we’re waiting for Larxene while she’s shopping or something like that. Which is total bull and he knows it, Larxene wouldn’t be caught dead in that store.

“Hello to you too, Marly,” Demyx says sarcastically, smiling all the while. “I think she’s at Oblivion,” he adds thoughtfully, naming the restaurant he works at and then shrugging. “But I really have no idea.” Marluxia just sighs. “Oh!” Demyx suddenly says, his eyes lighting up in excitement. Marluxia looks towards him, probably thinking that Demyx has realized where his twin is. “I forgot completely why I came to talk to you guys.”

Now he’s talking to Hayner and I. Apparently there is a method to Demyx’s madness, although I doubt it’s a very sane method. “Remember when I went to Hollow Bastion for a month?” We nod, of course we do, how could we forget? “Well I met this kid there, or technically not a kid, really, but you know what I mean. Axel something-or-another, really tall, like, Marly tall.” We all turn to Marluxia who just glares at us. “Maybe taller. Anyway, he’s in town.”

“Voluntarily?” Hayner asked incredulously.

“Trust me, Axel wouldn’t be here unless he wanted to be,” Demyx says with a knowing smirk.

This is new. This is interesting. No one ever comes to Twilight. People leave to visit neighboring towns for a day, to drive to the hospital in Traverse or to visit the beach at the Destiny Islands; no one ever comes to Twilight unless they’re just traveling through. So this Axel, he must either be crazy or just not know a thing about this town. Considering he’s friends with Demyx I’m going to have to go with the former.

“Well that’s nice and all,” I say, so desperately trying to be nonchalant it’s almost pathetic, “but what does that have do with us?”

“Told you they wouldn’t care,” Zexion says with a small smile.

“Oh, come on, Roxy, you know it’s exciting,” Demyx whines, looking disappointed. “How long have we known each other? I think it’s safe to say forever so that’s what I’m going to say. Besides I think you would like him. Or, at the very least, tolerate him,” he adds, below his breath. But I still hear him and raise an eyebrow, while Demyx smiles apologetically. “I, uh, I actually kind of promised him I would show him around town but I have work tonight.”

“I’m not showing him around,” Hayner says indignantly, just in time for Olette to exit the store. “What the hell! I knew you weren’t going to buy anything!”

“Well nobody said you had to come along,” the brunette shoots back, glaring at Hayner, who just shrugs in defeat. We all know she’s right. We all know there’s nothing else to do though. “Who are we showing around anyway?” she asks, turning towards Demyx and Zexion with a calm smile, the complete opposite of her angry outburst of moments before.

“I don’t know about you, but my friend is here from Hollow Bastion,” Demyx explained for the second time that afternoon.

“Voluntarily?”

“So it would seem,” Demyx said with a grin.

What the hell, I had nothing better to do. “I can show him around.” Suddenly Demyx and I were best friends and he grabbed onto my arm happily, talking a mile a minute about what a great friend I was and how I wasn’t going to regret this. Truthfully, I wasn’t around Demyx much, I just saw him around town, and the way he was acting was a bit shocking. I wondered if he was always like this. Once glance at Zexion’s un-phased face was enough to know that, yes, he was.

He is tall. Taller than Marluxia? Maybe, but the pink-haired young man isn’t with us anymore so I can’t say for sure. But he’s definitely taller than Demyx and I. Not that I’m tall to begin with, people always notice how short I am and always make a remark on it. He’s no different from them. “Hey, Dem, who’s the kid?” Or course I’m a kid, even though I’m eighteen and legally could be on my own.

“Roxas, Axel. Axel, Roxas. And now I have to go to work,” Demyx says quickly.

“What do you mean you have to go to work?” I’m a little surprised by how needy the tall redhead sounds, his lips pouting even though he’s smiling slightly as he talks. “You said you would show me around Dem, and now you’re just leaving me with…ah.” He looks at me for a moment but I just glare at him. I’m still not a kid. “You just leave me with Blondie? Seriously, how many bottle blonds are there in this place?”

“You’re one to talk,” I mutter, eyeing his bright red hair. There’s absolutely no way that his hair is natural. He hears me and we give each other mutual looks of dislike. Why did I agree to this again? Oh, right, because there’s nothing else to do and I’d rather be showing some jerk with an attitude problem around than shopping with Olette. Speaking of which, I wonder how Hayner is doing, God knows he can’t be around the brunette for more than five minutes without starting a fight.

“I told you his name is Roxas,” Demyx says, his smile faltering slightly. “I’m sorry Axel, I didn’t think I was going to have to work tonight, but there’s no way I can get out of it now, Naminé is sick and she asked me to take over her shifts. I need to money anyway…”

For some reason this last remark makes Axel sigh and shrug. “Alright, fine, I’ll hang around with…Roxas.” He sounds almost defeated, and only gives a weak smile as Demyx smiles happily and promises he’ll see us later. We both watch in silence as he enters Oblivion. I feel sort of bad for the guy. His parents cut him off after he moved out of his house and he lives in an apartment on the south side of town by himself. I wonder how much he makes as a waiter. I would tip him sometime if I had any money of my own to spare. But I’m kind of in the same boat, minus the whole moving out thing.

“Hey, kid, anyone home?” I’m jolted out of my thoughts by Axel’s voice and a flame right in front of my face. I can’t help it, I bite back a scream just barely and practically run away. Axel smirks at me and waves the black lighter in the air. “Scared of a little fire?” he says, amused by my reaction. I can’t help it, but I don’t feel like explaining my fear to him. I am scared of fire, but I just met this guy a minute ago, he doesn’t need to know my life story.

“A little,” I lie, grimacing. He’s playing with the lighter in his hands, several times it looks like he’s going to produce another tiny flame, but he never does.

“I should formally introduce myself,” he says with a gratuitous wink. I already don’t like him. “It’s only polite.” Because apparently he has been a proper gentlemen this other time. Stupid me, I must not have noticed this fact. He has a grin on his face like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, but it’s friendly, like he wants to be friends, and I’m almost too focused on that to notice his outstretched hand. “Axel Anchient, at your service.”

I snort. “What book did your parents pull that name from?”

“Oh, Roxas, I’m dissapointed in you, I was polite, now it’s your turn,” he says, that same, twisted pout-smile he pulled on Demyx is now being used on me and it’s really hard to resist. This Axel is a persuasive kind of guy.

“Roxas Cesario,” I reply, biting the inside of my cheek as we shake hands. And shake hands some more. Even when I try and pull my hand away, he doesn’t let go, and for a tall, skinny guy Axel has quite the grip. I’m relatively strong for my size as well, so when I try to yank my hand away I pull the redhead forward so he stumbles forward. There’s no reason for him to, but he wraps his arms around my shoulders. I don’t think he needs a reason to do anything.

“Why Roxas! I had no idea!”

“Shut up,” I grumble, pushing him away. He just grins at me. “There’s really nothing to see in this town. Just the clock tower, Trans Commons, the beach and a few stores and restaraunts. I don’t even know why Demyx wants me to show you anything anyway.”

“The beach,” Axel says, suddenly. It isn’t a suggestion, rather it was an order.

I don’t care enough to say no. “Alright.” I don’t care about anything at this point in my life. Every step is just one step closer to the end, because I have no purpose. I’m just going to end up like everyone else in this town, nothing new, I’ll probably end up marrying her, my ex-girlfriend, twice, Naminé, and we’ll have some kids, who I will rarely see because of my job and then I suppose I’ll die and they’ll go through the same cycle I do.

On and on and on. It will never stop, because nothing ever changes in Twilight. Except for today, I realize, taking a glance at Axel. His strides are longer than mine, but I keep up because he walks at this bored, slow pace that makes me sure he has seen the world while I’m sitting around in this little town waiting to die. He looks so…weird. Like he has just stepped out of a music video or something, in his stupid black jeans and white shirt, and a headband. A fucking…no, it’s like those headbands tennis players wore, and I can tell he picked it out just because it matched his eyes exactly. His eyes, the headband, both are bright, unbelievable green. He’s wearing a leather jacket. Like it’s cold out or something.

Tough luck having any need for that jacket, I think to myself, cynically. Like everything else in Twilight, the weather never changes.

“This is it?” Axel says, looking taken aback. Twilight Town’s beach isn’t a beautiful place by a long shot. The water is clean, but that’s about it. The rest of the beach is practically a garbage dump. Beer bottles, cigarettes, flyers, you name it, you can find somewhere on the sand. Axel just whistles and then grins. “Oh well, Dem always told me this place was a shithole, I guess I thought it was because everyone hates where they grew up.”

“Anywhere’s better than here,” I say with a shrug.

“Oh? Blondie wants to get out of here? Well, hey, only a few more years until you legally can, right?” Axel says, with a knowing grin. Chances are he knows that I’m old enough to move away from this town. Chances were he knows this and doesn’t care or at least knows that it would bother me.

“My name is Roxas,” I say angrily as I watch Axel pick up a discarded pack of cigarettes and frown at the brand name before looking inside the tiny box. “I’m old enough to leave, I just…”

“Don’t have the balls?” Axel asks with a sympathetic look towards me as he lights one of the cigarettes. It’s kind of disgusting. Who knows how long those cigarettes have been sitting on the beach? But I’m not all that worried about the redhead and his choice of cigarettes, I’m just annoyed by him and his stupid smile and his stupid lighter that he still holds in his hands. I just glare at him.

Even though he is kind of right, in a figurative sense.

Then, out of nowhere, he sits down and pats the sand next to him. “Sit, Blondie, let’s talk.” Surprising even myself, I oblige. He’s digging in the pocket of his jacket. “Hold this, will you?” he says, handing me the lit cigarette. It’s kind of embarrassing, because I don’t exactly know how to hold it. I just end up doing what he was doing a few minutes ago, and I sit with my knees pulled up to my chin, staring out at the dirty beach, pondering things. “Don’t you look smart.”

I look at Axel, he looks at me, I just sigh and he smiles. I go to hand the cigarette back to him but he just shakes his head, those bright red spikes – seriously, how much gel does that take? – shaking ever so slightly as he does so. “You keep it.” I scoff lightly and let the cigarette fall into the sand. Axel shrugs, but he looks almost melancholly at the lost cigarette for a second, then he holds up a matchbook. “Still don’t like fire, Blondie?”

“Roxas,” I say shortly, “and yes, I know it’s a shock, but even fifteen minutes later, I still dislike fire.” But he’s already opening the matchbook. It’s old, there are only a few matches left and one of them is broken. Axel glares at that one, like he has a personal vendetta against it, and simply takes one of the good matches out and quickly moves it across the striking surface. I instinctively inch away as the flame glows.

For a moment we both just stare at it, and then Axel grabs a couple of flyers that are sitting nearby. They’re a few months old, advertising some party at some club on the south side of town. And then Axel lights them on fire. He likes it, I can tell, it’s like he’s relieved to see something burn before his eyes, even as I cower off to the side, he doesn’t seem to notice. His green eyes are enratured by the dancing flames, as they quickly make their way across the flyers, destroying them.

He’s not too engrossed in the sight to forget to throw them away as the fire gets dangerously close to his hands. Yet he purposefully pushes the fire closer to a couple of paper cups and the flames creep over them as well, engulfing the inanimate objects in near silence. Axel just watches, and I just try and find my voice, but it’s lost somewhere as I watch the fire destroy.

“Axel, what are you doing?” I finally manage to say, grabbing his arm.

“Huh?” he says calmly, looking at me. I know he can see the fear in my eyes, and I know he doesn’t care, because he just laughs. “Oh, come on Blondie. It’s just a little fire.” But it’s really not, I want to tell him, it’s only a matter of time before it spreads and spreads and everything in it’s way dies. Everything, every person, because fire doesn’t have morals, it doesn’t know the difference between the living at the dead.

I worry too much, I realize as Axel just smiles at me and says, “Alright, fine, Blondie, if it bothers you that much.” All he has to do is pour half of an abandoned water bottle on the fire. It really wasn’t that big, and I’m kind of embarrassed by how freaked out I got. Like the little fire was going to spread into town and start attacking people. “You know, I may like things to be on fire, but I know when things go too far.” Suddenly he looks like he’s a million miles away. “Well, now I do at least,” he says softly. Then he’s back to his normal self, that odd mixture of crazy, caring, angry and calm. How he pulls it off, I don’t know, but I let him help me up.

“So why are you scared of fire anyway?”

I just look at him. “Why do you like it so much?”

“My therapist called it pyromania, but I just called it pretty.” He grins like that’s a joke. Like setting a fire, arson, is just a fond pastime of his, like it’s perfectly acceptable. “Your turn, Blo – Roxas.” He sees the look I give him when he begins to use that nickname and quickly reverts to my real, and might I add, much more prefered name, with that odd little smirk of his.

“Fire destroys things,” I state simply, not wanting to get any more into it than that. I could get a lot more into it. I could tell him everything, the entire story, what’s been destroyed in my life, in this town I’m just slowly dying in. I don’t, of course I don’t. But the weirdest part is, even though I don’t I have the urge to, I want to tell him everything. Axel is just that kind of person, the dynamic one that everyone gravitates towards.

“So do people,” Axel says with a shrug. He has me on that one, all I can do is mumble in agreement, because he is right after all. “Hey, you know, Blondie, I like you. We should hang out like this, you and me. I’ll set some fires and you can put them out. Or I can do the latter, whatever you want.” I sigh, but in my head this is sort of exhilerating. Someone actually wants to be around me, with the choice not to.

“I guess so. I kind of like you too.” And, besides, it’s not like I can avoid him in this town.

“It’s a deal. By the way,” he says, pulling a black permanent marker out of his pocket, “can you draw something on my face?”

“What?”

“Just, two, like, triangles, one underneath each eye. I have to do something to distinguish myself after all.” A pyromaniac with bright red hair, a green headband and the only green eyes in town? I sigh and take the permanent marker. He’s so tall that he has to lean down slightly so I can do it. I feel entirely awkward as I try and do what he asked, trying to make the two triangles look exactly alike. Axel keeps his eyes closed the entire time.

After I’m done I return the marker to him and he smiles. “Isn’t it just going to come off?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, it’s not really permanent, it’ll come off eventually, it’s just until I can get the actual tattoos,” he says, as if this should be obvious to me. “And, Blondie, you’re going to be there when I do.”

“Why me?” I spoke too quickly. It was one of those things that, had I taken the time to think it over, would have held back, kept in the back of mind and wondered to myself before I fell asleep that night. Why out of all the the people he could have chosen did Axel choose to stick with me that summer? Why did he latch onto me so quickly and pull me into the crazy world of his?

“I like you.” But, why?

A/N: I failed to mention, I’ve never written a Kingdom Hearts fanfiction, I don’t even think I’ve ever attempted one. I get really nervous about writing things for fandoms I’ve never written for, so I rarely branch out from my safety zone in that respect. A few things you should know. I’m not really into the whole ‘everyone is gay’ take a lot of people seem to take on KH. I mean, I read plenty of fics with that element myself, but I doubt I’ll blatantly be throwing pairings out there. I’ll definitely hint towards them and you can think what you may, but that’s about it. Secondly, I have dyslexia, so if you catch any obvious errors let me know, it’s not really something I can help and I’m much too impatient to have a beta. Also, anyone ever watched The Royal Tenenbaums? Axel’s characteristics are based off of Richie and Eli a lot, can you tell? All the last names are taken from Shakespeare plays. Hey, I don’t claim originality. Lastly, click the Go button ( that reminds me of Zexy’s hair for some reason ) and leave me a review, because it’s the only way I’ll continue this story. Good luck and good night. (:

just kidding

2008-07-08T06:57:54Z

Just a bit of an survey I did for dA.
Well, all of it really.
I'm just x'ing it over here out of sheer boredom.
Expect the prologue to a story later.

1. GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST TO YOU, TURN TO PAGE 18, AND FIND LINE 4.
'Harry retreated further as the Dementor bore down upon him'
Harry, you dirty boy
;D

2. STRETCH YOUR LEFT ARM OUT AS FAR AS YOU CAN.
...now what?

3. WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU WATCHED ON TV?
Jon Stewart, but I was kind of dissapointed, he's on vacation D:

4. WITHOUT LOOKING, GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS.
1:40

5. NOW LOOK AT THE CLOCK. WHAT IS THE ACTUAL TIME?
1:39

6. WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE COMPUTER, WHAT CAN YOU HEAR?
My aim sounds and Queen

7. WHEN DID YOU LAST STEP OUTSIDE? WHAT WERE YOU DOING?
I told the world goodmorning at 10 am before I went to sleep

8. BEFORE YOU STARTED THIS SURVEY, WHAT DID YOU LOOK AT?
A bag of Fritos

9. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?
Shorts and a Disney sweatshirt

10. DID YOU DREAM LAST NIGHT? IF SO, WHAT?
I rarely remember my dreams, but I've been having these really weird Kingdom Hearts ones recently where I'm trying to find Axel but I never do

11. WHEN DID YOU LAST LAUGH?
Just now xD

12. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS OF THE ROOM YOU ARE IN?
Nothing, but I want to put up my Freddie Mercury poster soon

13. SEEN ANYTHING WEIRD LATELY?
Does black people church on my tv count?

14. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS QUIZ?
It's quite exhilerating

15. WHAT IS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW?
Hmm, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secretions was on, and I watched a bit of it last night, but the last full film was Batman Begins

16. IF YOU BECAME A MULTI-MILLIONARE OVERNIGHT, WHAT WOULD YOU BUY/DO?
Drop out of school and move to New York to stalk Jonny

17. TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOU I DON'T KNOW.
My arm is really itchy

18. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT THE WORLD, REGARDLESS OF GUILT OR POLICIES, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Eh, I guess I'd make Wyoming kinda squiggly

19. DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE?
Don't we all?
-dance machine-

20.GEORGE BUSH:
Love him, he amuses the hell out of me.

21. IMAGINE YOUR FIRST CHILD IS/WILL BE A GIRL. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL HER?
My first child will never be a girl, and if she was I would name her a boys name anyway.

22. IMAGINE YOUR FIRST CHILD IS/WILL BE A BOY. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL HIM?
Cillian, Connor or Murphy, but it's not like I'm Irish or anything
;D

23. WOULD YOU EVER CONSIDER LIVING ABROAD?
I would consider living anywhere, excluding Oregon or Venezuela

24. WHAT DO YOU WANT GOD TO SAY TO YOU WHEN YOU REACH THE PEARLY GATES?
Just kidding.

And by the way.
James McAvoy is fucking sexy.
I'd do him.

Jon Stewart

2008-07-01T03:24:37Z

Yeah.
He's adorable.
8D

THIS IS MADNESS.

2008-06-28T10:57:37Z

No.
No.
This.
Is.
Hypocricy on my part.
Dx

oh, and, stephen colbert

2008-06-27T09:07:59Z

you broke character 3 times tonight
next time
bring your a-game
or there ain't going to be any game.

for some reason i can't explain

2008-06-27T09:04:31Z

i know st. peter will call my name.
I redid my myspace over to be like, Kingdom Hearts TO THE MAX LOL.
I feel like a nerd and I don't care.
Chapter Dos of the novel is DONE.
And and an outline up to chapter twelve.
And ideas for what we're calling book 2.
How awesome.
But yeah.
I FINALLY AM GOING TO GET DD UP.
So people don't kill me.
Or assume the job is already done.
Dx
I missed Jon tonight, like TOTALLY wasn't thinking about missed the first airing of the Daily Show.
I almost cried.
xD

got it memorized?

2008-06-25T10:09:03Z

Current Obsessions:
-The novel I'm writing (one chapter and a prologue DONE)
-Organization XIII
-Being a CB whore on Gaia
-Adult Swim
-South Park
-Fangirling and Jon Stewart
And now to talk about all of these.

The novel. I can't believe it. The first chapter is fucking...done. And it's fucking...good. I need more opinions on it, I know that. But I feel like it ain't half bad. :D It really makes me happy. There's no other job out there for me so I can't wait to finish this and, seriously, get this out there. I'm going to do it.

Organization XIII. You know, from Kingdom Hearts? I won't get too into this one. I just love all the members and want to know which one I'm most like. (Incidentally, I'm Axel and Demyx's baby) I'm just like...both of them. It's creepy.

CB Whore @ Gaiaonline. With my slow internet connection, it's hard and all. But I'm back to being a CB whore. I think it's just a summer thing, but I have fun with it. Honestly, I wish I had a faster connection so I could be MORE of a whore, but we don't always get everything, now do we?

Adult Swim. I watch it every night. Squidbillies. The Venture Bros. Family Guy. Robot Chicken. After so Jonny and Stephen it's a nice mix. I spend my nights laughing and I totally love it.<3

South Park. Always. Just, always.<3

Jon Stewart. MY GOD. He's been so CUTE lately. I can't wait to meet him. (Oh, the day will come) Honestly, I know there's like a (30 year) age gap. But he's just...he's adorable. Dx Unlike Woodrow I am SO into that stuff. ;D Haha, but seriously. If he wasn't so DAMN attractive...and he quit somoking. That's so hot. And he played soccer. And he's a JEW. He's perfect for me. PERFECT.

8D Got it memorized?