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(no subject) [Nov. 11th, 2004|08:12 pm]
Wooo boy....

I haven't updated this in awhile. But I thought I'd just drop a line to let everyone know that I'm not dead, just have writer's block and a TON of schoolwork. For the full explanation and FAQ on my sudden disappearance, check www.gwaddiction.com Bulletin Board under "Introductions"...the not-so-whole sordid story is there. ^_^ Thanks!

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*bawls* [Oct. 8th, 2004|11:49 pm]
Spoiler alert concerning Wolf's Rain...

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Grrr....*sigh* (and update!!) [Sep. 20th, 2004|09:01 am]
[Mood: |rushedOMGtoomuchtodo!!!!]

Well, good news first. I found an awesome song (to me, anyway)...which means I'll be playing it over and over again while I write. It's very Gabriel, and called "Stolen Child" by Loreena McKennitt.

Has absolutely nothing to do war or anything like that, but I love the opening few bars where it just has piano (or maybe harp, I think) and dogs barking wildly in the background. It sounds like someone being hunted.

Also, I decided not to go on a second date with the cowboy-ish guy I went out with, mainly because I'm *not* a cowboy-ish type, he's six years older than me, and we really don't have that much in common. He took me to a demolition derby as part of our first date, and I'm more of a symphony orchestra-goer, myself. But now he won't stop calling. Gah. Eventually he'll piss me off, or call me when I'm asleep (AGAIN) and I'll just growl, "Look, I don't date rednecks. Showing me your "homestead" on a first date was a bad idea. So piss off."

I'm a Leo, and so is he. He should know that if I'm not interested, he'll get off with a lick and a promise.

But in good news, I went to a gala recital yesterday at the re-opening of the UAH recital hall, and there are some cute guys in both the choir and bands. Not as cute as the art boys, but cute. I may have to give in to my artistic leanings and join choir. I asked my parents if I could take a class in it first, and they said sure. They say I have a beautiful singing voice (which, you know, I had to make sure; it's harder to tell what your voice sounds like in your own ears than it does to other people).

More bad news: I have muy papers, reading journals, and otherwise STUDYING to do in the next few days. So not much fanfiction or regular fiction writing to get done between now and then.

(But in case someone IS reading my stuff, here's an update!! ^__^

UPDATED!!! - Requiem For The Sinners 42/?? - A Still Small Voice)

Sorry it took so long to update it, but I'm competing in the Works-In-Progress Contest with both Bound and Sacrifice (Yes, this means they'll both end up getting eventually finished by March, hopefully...) So I'm kind of having to spread my writing abilities around a bit lately.

More news as news is made....by moi.

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Hurricane Ivan... [Sep. 16th, 2004|01:39 pm]
So, yeah. The hurricane finally came to Alabama today, and since that's where I am, currently, I figured I may as well get this entry down before we lose power completely.

A. My school, UAH, is the only school IN THE STATE that didn't close down today. The president of the university said that "though weather conditions are predicted to be both inclement and extreme, we do not find cancelling classes to be necessary at this time." Bullshit! By the time I got home today, I was considering building an ark.

Finally, after much arguing and debate with the president, they decided to close down at 2:00 (finally!!!), but I left around noon myself. Fuck music appreciation, I was quite concerned about the fact that trees could be falling on my house any moment. (Driving on the interstate in a hurricane is not any fun, either.)

On the upside, I did get excused from my art history test. So hurricanes are good for something, I guess.

B. People who jog in hurricanes are STUPID!!!!!

Anyway, I'll be online for as long as my power holds up. Quit my job, so I have the weekend off! Yay!

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Look at all the imaginary studying I'm doing, wheeeeee....^_^;;; [Sep. 14th, 2004|01:00 am]
Now, don't get me wrong. I love my Japanese class, and my sensei, Washio Iishii, is the bomb. The coolest samurai-ish one-eyed pink-tie eighty-year old man on the planet, that's Ishii-sensei. He's so cool, I even named my pet koi after him. *cuddles calico koi Washio-chan*

But the man moves uber-fast. Our first exam is on Wednesday, covering almost the entire hiragana alphabet and many, many, many vocabulary words and phrases, and I'm like....gah!!! Tasukete!! (For those of you who aren't linguists, that's HELP!!!)

Not to mention the fact that since Japanese sucks up so much of my study-time, my other classes which are not-so-cool-but-more-applicable-to-my-major (Freshman Comp II, World Literature, Music Appreciation, and Art History II, to name a few) are getting way behind as far as study-time and readings go. I still have to read Genesis (I guess being a Christian would have come in handy for that assignment, ne?) and acts I and II of Shakespeare's Othello for an essay. Othello shouldn't be too bad, since I've had to read it before, and Genesis is pretty short, I think, but it's the reading *journals* that suck major ass. I *hate* reading journals...

But enough whining. I *do* have a date on Wednesday morning with a respectable cowboy-ish young man named Jeremy, and he's taking me out to breakfast and to go see Hero (which I've already seen, but since it's full of beautiful Chinese boys, I'll see it again...)

He's got twelve acres and six horses (definitely a plus), he's very chivalrous and sweet (another plus) and he suggested Hero, which in turn suggests good taste in movies (yet another plus). Average guy, a little on the shy side, but not too shy to ask out my intimidating self when he'd never seen me before in my life, so...yeah. Why not give it a shot, eh? Although I might want to keep my nights at the drag clubs on the down-low, though, at least for awhile. Just so I don't scare him off. ^_^ Poor little naive country boy...

I'm also off of work until Friday, and I don't have to help out with any of the super-clearance aftermath. (Walmart looked like a hurricane hit it, no Florida puns intended.) Viva la liberty!!!

Maybe I can get some writing done, but I doubt it. *sigh* Let me catch up on my real life, and then we'll see.

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Updates!! [Sep. 13th, 2004|11:12 pm]
New Chapters/Fics:

Sacrifice Ch. 11 - Mad World
Sacrifice Ch. 12 - Lies

A Football Thing (1+5+1 fluff for 2004 Fluff Contest at GWA)

Working On:

Bound 16/??
Sacrifice 13/??
Requiem For The Sinners 42/??

That's it for now!

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Awwwroooooooooo!!!!! [Sep. 11th, 2004|11:40 pm]
Which Wolf's Rain Character are you?

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An evening of firsts.... [Sep. 11th, 2004|01:30 am]
Well, I did it. I got up the courage to go see James perform at Upscale, which is Huntsville's local (and only) gay bar/dance club/drag club. Even though I didn't have my usual posse with me, I got up the courage to go in alone. But I met up with some people from work, so it's all good.

Also, I was decked out in my black cowboy hat, my new black jacket, my black halter top with sequins that says "Rock Royalty", my spikey black necklace, and my earrings that dangle to my shoulders. I figured it was appropriate gay club attire.

For one thing, here's a piece of advice: Never, *ever* wear a cowboy hat into a drag club (and be the only one in one), and sit right on the floor where the queens are performing. I ended up as a human prop in every single solitary number. Me *and* my hat.

I think my favorite moment was when James was changing songs, and he ripped off this white-collar dress-shirt outfit to reveal slinky black leather and snakeskin beneath. He then proceeded to crawl (crawl, people) across the stage to me to the tune of Nine Inch Nails' "closer". Then he crawled up my body where I was sitting by the stage, pulled off my cowboy hat, put it on his head, and threw his arms around my neck. If you don't recognize the song, here's a little verse for you. Just imagine this in your head, and keep in mind that this guy is one of my *bosses*:

"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no
Soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get
Away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God..."

Yeah. and if that wasn't enough (and oh boy, did I get my five bucks worth of cover just to see my boss crawl towards me on hands and knees in leather) the lead queen came up to me when she came back onto the stage. This is a paraphrase of what she told me:

"Oh, hello little cowgirl. Yeah, I'm gonna bring the spotlight right onto you, sweetheart. Don't be shy. You know, in that outfit, you look so much like Melissa Etheridge it isn't funny. Really! The black cowboy hat, the jacket....Every lesbian in this joint is going to be chasing after you, pretty thing. Oh, don't give me that look, *you* wore it."

To which I recieved a club-full of catcalls.

And most of them *weren't* guys, if you get the picture.

So yeah? What kind of wiseass remark are you supposed to return to a *drag queen*???

I wanted to turn around with something witty and Duo-ish, but all I could do was blush and gape. Damn my natural reactions to getting caught off my feet. But anyway, all and all, it was definitely worth five bucks.

And I'll definitely be going again.

But I haven't decided whether to bring the hat or not. ^_~

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You know what I learned? The whips on this planet hurt, too. [Sep. 6th, 2004|01:28 am]
[Mood: |bouncybouncy]

*laughs* I just got Star Ocean a few days ago, and I'm already hooked. Cliff is probably the coolest character I've seen in an RPG in a long time. If you're into RPGs, get the game. It's hilarious. Also, there's just something cool about being able to use an enemy twice your size as a hackey sack, pummeling him to death before he hits the ground again. Kickass.

Other than that, I'm trying to write, but I have to clean and do my homework, too. So yeah. I'll try to write. Really.

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*munches sour cream and onion chips self-piteously* [Sep. 3rd, 2004|11:55 pm]
[Mood: |stressedstressed]
[Listening to - |D12 - How Come]

I shouldn't have finished my one-shot for the Back-To-School Smutathon so quickly. Now I have to get back to writing other stuff.

The fic was actually a lot more fun than I thought it would be, though. It's called "Smoking With Freshmen" and will be posted Nov. 15th, when the Smutathon starts. I hate having stuff written and not being able to post it. Especially with a pairing I've never done before.

I need to work on "Bound" for the Works-In-Progress Fanfic Contest. *cries* If anyone has any ideas on this fic at all, feel free to let me know. Can't promise I'll use them, but any ideas would be helpful at this point.

Other fics that need work: Sacrifice, Only Butterflies, Sons Of Saigon, and Requiem, of course. Always Requiem.


I'm tired...

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