I CAN HAZ IT.

TONITE.

I CANNOT WAIT.

So I'm minding my own business, surfing the net, when suddenly a muse is like, "You need to write.  NOW."

Ok, so it's not abnormal to have a muse kick me at strange times.  This was, however, Squall.

This is abnormal.  We all know Squall would rather be left alone and not be stuck into a story.

Combine a "kick" from Squall with the dark mood I've been in the past couple days and you get the following story.

Just a warning; It ends in character death.  This is a first for me.  It doesn't just have one character death, either.  It has ALL of them dying.  :|

I honestly have no idea.  It just happened.

( Click to continue to the snuffiness. )


Yeah.  Really.  I have no idea.  :|

I posted.

I lol'd.

That is all.

I don't usually post things like this, but last night my sister got me onto Omegle and... well...

I got a little carried away.

Originally, my friend Missy and I were trying to find one another and I stumbled across this person.

Oh how wrong it went!

There is some graphic content in this chat log, as you will see for yourself if you decide to venture into the darkness. It's also made twice as disturbing, as I decided to pretend I was Harry Potter and requested the other person pretend to be Dumbledore.

FOR THE RECORD:

This was done in a joking tone (on BOTH ends I'm sure, especially considering how it ends).

Again, this isn't safe for work. It's also not safe for the faint of heart. I am TELLING you, it's graphic. It's also GAY. It's also love between a creepy old man and young boy. Please don't read it if it's going to be a problem for you (and let me tell you, it was a problem for me to WRITE the damn thing! Booze helped).

Last but not least, this is dedicated to my sister Nicki.

This is what you have brought about.

( CUT HERE. DON'T CLICK UNLESS YOU'RE SURE. REALLY NSFW. I WARNED YOU. )

Notice how, though he tried to kill me in the end... he got the spell wrong.
This is the last time Harry goes to a twelve dollar prostitute.

I stole it from Missy.

( It was a creepy, uncanny read. )

I stole this from Missy and was traumatized by the result.

The Portraitist

Random, Character-Oriented, Platonic

As a Portraitist, the character is everything to you. You value the character's personality and development more than anything else, and your goal in roleplay is to flesh the character out in any and every way possible. You're the method actor of the roleplay world: you know your character through and through (you've probably done a ton of research) and you enjoy throwing your character into new and random situations just to prompt interesting reactions. However, you're hard to involve in any plots, mostly because ongoing stories that don't focus on exploring your character's innermost depths quickly bore you. Also, you might like to put your character in tragic/stressful situations a little too much.


OH GOD IT'S MEEEEEE  T___T

I feel so badly going to see Nicki and Xander...  poor Xander is in so much pain because he swallows too much air.

I do the same thing myself, so I know how those pains feel....  it's horrible, sometimes they make me cry as well.

I hope she can find some kind of solution, some way to help him.  I seemed to get somewhere with him, but it's very difficult...  you have to keep changing his position over and over until you find the right way...  next time, you have to hold him differently.

poor baby was turning purple from screaming...  I can't imagine how much pain he must be in right now.

I felt like crying myself.  I would suffer that for him if I could...

eta: Here's the picture I promised almost a whole month ago.  Sorry it took so long.

( auntie, neffle, and kitty. )

As of 9:29 this morning, I am an Auntie to little baby Xander!  I just got back from the hospital, where I've been since 12 pm (despite not being allowed visitors, they were very nice to let me come into the room with my sister early).  He is really very cute, although he was extremely sleepy today (can't blame him LOL)...  I learned how to swaddle him today, and finally learned how to lift a baby from his bed.

It was a lot of fun, and I'm going to head back tomorrow afternoon to see Nicki and Neffiepoo again...  Taking Angel to visit for a short while, taking her home, heading home myself, having a shower, farting around on the netz for a while, then going back down until 8...  Unless she gets released tomorrow afternoon...

So tomorrow is the day for my grade 12 english equivalency test, which will be a part of the determining factor into whether or not I get into college for September.

I'm excited, but I'm a little nervous too.  I mean, I do well on tests but I'm going to have a hard time taking a test when I have no idea where the room is in the college.  I've been IN mohawk before when my mom was attending but that was a loooooong time ago and I was so small then that all I remember is this one hallway...

Chances are I'm going to end up asking someone how to get to the room, but I'm prepared to do that.  All I need to do is show up with my brain actually functioning for once and I'm certain that I'll pass with flying colors.  :3

I feel peaceful tonight.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am always full of energy and my mind is everywhere all at once.  They know I am stubborn as an ass and hate change.

But tonight...  I just feel...  Calm.  Accepting.  Dare I say even, Loving?  I just have this overwhelming sense that I am getting close to finally discovering who I am...  and that I'm finally starting to care less who other people are.

I hate to say this too but I feel like it's time for a random confession...

I've always been a religion-hater...  but at the same time there is this empty hole inside of me...  I feel like maybe I should read the bible again and start really thinking about the messages given in it...  the new testament in particular....  I am starting to think it's not religion I hate, but the people who blindly preach the bible and yet don't understand the message behind it.

Maybe there are other people out there like me who think that religion is about loving everyone around you?  It's about forgiving people who have wronged you because keeping such negative emotions inside of you to fester is unhealthy...

I know a lot of the people I know slam religion and want nothing to do with it...  I'm not saying here that I'm going to go around pressing my beliefs on people...  my beliefs and opinions are my own and, if someone asks, I will share them but it's wrong to force my thoughts on people (especially when I then get angry in turn when someone does the same thing to me).

It's hard to explain but in the past few years I feel something there inside me that was never there before...  I feel like it's a path to happiness and joy and love and I hope that I can share it with everyone when I finally figure out how to get there myself, even if it's only through my choices and actions.  I don't know if it's God, like some people would tell me, or if I finally feel my place in this crazy life of mine...

It's very hard to look at myself seriously, without turning away.  Most people can't face the truth and they hide behind false faces and identities.  I have done that for a long time...  I've tried to force myself into being someone I'm not because I want to fit in...

Lately though I kind of feel like I should just do what makes ME happy instead of trying to be someone I'm not...  Maybe people will resent me for it, but maybe they won't.  I think the reason I have always been so angry and unhappy is because I was too afraid to live my life and be myself.

Yes indeed, serious changes are on the horizon... and for once, I'm not scared of them.

as I sit here typing  this, my little cousin, who I babysit, is asleep on my lap.  she passed out while I was watching videos on youtube with her...  videos with dancing and TRANCE/TECHNO music.  that's right, kid fell asleep to loud, pumping techno.  with a speaker right next to us.  her hair is all sweaty D:  lol

i don't want to put her in her crib cause it's so cute and i just love her :P  my ass is numb now though from sitting so still.  normally i move around like a hundred times in  a minute (fidgety haha) but i can't move or shr'll wake up.  i wish i had brought my camera today lmao

i had to type all this one handed too cause her hand is on my other arm -_-

So yeah!  After coming home last night at almost midnight I sat down and popped out this story!  I was done at around 2:30-ish in the morning so forgive me if there's any spelling mistakes.  I AM going to spell check it before I post this time.  Haha!

It's just a quick drabble about Vegeta...  kind of a post-DBZ look back on everything he's experienced and such.  My Veggiemuse is a little rusty methinks so tell me if I did bad here people! :3

( Clickie! )

Just posting to test out my new icon, based on msn convos with my sister, and my earlier post.

Yes these questions are seriously bothering me.

I JUST AM CURIOUS OK?  I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEIR ANATOMY IS LIKE!  T_T

ETA: If you go to google and search 'Do Nameks Poop' I believe I am third link down.  :D  This is the second time I have found myself on google!  GO ME!

Do nameks poop?

Expect more on this later.  I might write a paper on it.

Yeah it's that time again.  Time for DBZ-related obsession and dbz ficlets and dbz rpgs and dbz everything!  I got me some new icons that are spiffing (though I didn;t credit....  I always forget where I got them.  I'm not taking credit for them though!  I DID NOT MAKE THEM.  If I had a computer still most of them would probably be mine) and even managed to keep some VB ones, my Spock and my badvulcanself

Yay!

oh my god.  I never thought I would get so upset over a kitten, but I came to my uncle's house today and Fatty Kitten is gone.  He went to live on a farm.

I don't know how exactly it happened but I got really attached to him.  The fact that I would lose him never really hit me until today.  I just sat here crying for almost a half an hour (not like sobbing my brains out or anything, that would be silly) after it hit me.  He's gone.  I'm never going to see him again.

I want to remain completely ignorant of his fate....  as far as I'm concerned he's already dead.  If he escapes the barn he's living in and dies, I don't want to know.  That will just make things worse.

I don't think I'll ever want a cat again.