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Thursday, December 11th, 2003

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Subject: memeage (lack of inspiration becoming painfully obvious) Time: 10:54 pm. Mood: curious. Music: Toy Story 2.

*yoinks meme from shibaiko and fromconcentrate I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you. But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach." I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

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Subject: can't sleep, feel like posting... Time: 11:42 pm. Mood: sleepy. Music: It's About You- Train.

I wrote these for a contrelamontre (or maybe it was tempsmorte? I can't remember now...) challenge a while back, but I was unable to complete the challenge (at least three drabbles each written in five or less than minutes and somehow related), so I never posted. one day I'll get around to writing the other two (Elizabeth and Norrington)... ( Jack's Obsession ) --- ( Will's Fixation )

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Subject: I seem to have holes in my memory... Time: 10:39 am. Mood: awake. Music: Drive-Incubus.

decided to make a whole different journal for the actual NaNoWriMo (eek! it starts next week!!). So, go check out sparrowsnano for all of that.

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Subject: yet another poem. Time: 11:49 am. Mood: contemplative. Music: opening music of Saving Private Ryan.

Things I Want to Say I hate you. No, I don't. I like you. A lot. Too much. There are a million and three things I want to tell you. I've tried to think of how to do so more than a million and three times. But the long and short of it, to get strait to the point, to put it quite simply, is that I like you, and I hate it.

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Subject: drink up me hearties, yo ho... Time: 1:09 am. Mood: sleepy. Music: was A Pirate's Life, but is suddenly For He's A Jolly Good...

random PoTC fic, featuring chibis Elizabeth and Will. will be continued at a later date, possibly tomorrow since I don't want to lose the rest of this and the only reason I'm stopping now is because I'm very tired (and can no longer type coherently). the given ages are those of Dylan Smith and Lucinda Dryzek at the time of the shooting, and any interpereted OOCness on the part of Will is due to the fact that 13 year olds are very often quite different from the 21 year olds they later become. that's my story and I'm stickin' to it! ---- ( a pirate's life is the life for me... )

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Subject: submitted for your approval... Time: 5:51 pm. Mood: bored. Music: Your Winter-- Sister Hazel.

so, I haven't had any ideas for a practice NaNoWriMo ficlet in the past two months, so very little posting recently. sorry. (so glad I've got an idea for November...) anyway, I had to write the following drabble for my English class (the exact wording was: "Now... you write your own prose poem... it should be at least ten sentences long, and have an ironic ending.") and since I haven't posted recently, I figured "what the hey". my teacher seemed to like it, but I'm wondering about the "irony" (irony is not one of my strong literary points), so... --- ( random fairy tale allusions )

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Subject: ooh, this looks like fun! Time: 6:19 pm. Mood: bouncy. Music: tick, tick, ticking of the clock....

taken from shibaiko and lynstraine (whose questions will be added to this post when she asks) the way it works: Sophia was asked questions by Lyn, and Lyn was asked questions by lisabelle and on backward through time and they answered these questions and posted them for all to see. readers (Lyn in Lisabelle's case, Sophia in Lyn's case, and then me) then said that they wanted to be interviewed and then they were asked questions, and it continues onward. if you want to continue the meme, post a comment saying you want me to ask you some questions and then post your replies to your lj. Got it? good! (yes, I do have to make that as contorted an explanation as possible!) --- Sophia's questions: 1. Why aren't you on IM? Fine, no naked Shawn Ashmore for you... Rory's using Xan, and the old computer no longer has IM on it. ...naked Shawn Ashmore?! Rory shall be kicked off ASAP! 2. What were the characters on the x2 postcards anyways? I'm thinking one of them was Rouge and the other was Jean Gray. You got Rogue and I got Deathstryke. I wanted to trade, but you wouldn't. Xp 3. Deep Dark Secrets? I will admit to there being one; but you have to figure it out. Sofia already did (completely by accident, we were just talking at rehearsal yesterday and she randomly brought it up, completely out of the blue). Kevin did not (I asked him if he had any thoughts on the subject the night he stayed over). So either Sofia is very intuitive, or Kevin's just dense... *shrug* 4. What should I do for dinner? I don't know where my parents are. have a sandwich? or you could come over here (dunno how, tho...), my mom's making pizza! --- *finally gets around to Lyn's questions (sorry I took so long!)* 1) What profession do you aspire to? I want to both write and act. Probably an actor first and foremost and then write on the side, although I don't nessisarily have to be an actor, since recently I've gotten really into the other aspects of theatre (especially costuming at the moment). I'm not really into the idea of being in a movie, I love stage acting (but I wouldn't say no to being in a movie if I got the chance). 2) If you could choose between the ability to end world hunger or enact world peace, which would you choose? End world hunger. While world peace would be wonderful, I seriously doubt that it could ever truly be enacted and everyone would be happy with it. It actually would be possible to feed everyone, and I don't think anyone's going to complain of having food. Plus, it really sucks to be hungry. 3) What would you eat for your last meal? My grandmother's cooking (dad's mom). Because...um... yeah... she cooks really well and I have fond memories of dinners at her house. 4) What's your favorite type of fanfiction to read? To write? I have to say that Sailor Moon is my favorite fanfiction to read... it's just soo... campy? Is that the right word? ;p yeah, I think so. I dunno, I enjoy a lot of fanfiction, but there's something about Sailor Moon fanfiction that's just fun. To write, I'd say RENT, just because that's the fandom I've written the most for. There's something about the characters that keeps me thinking about them and coming up with ways to figure them out or just random things for them to do. *shrug*

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Subject: Castings drabble Time: 7:15 pm. Mood: amused. Music: Lifehouse.

hm. two drabble's in one day... this one's a Castings one, and is 200 words long. and if I'm not mistaken, the fist ever Castings fic. whoo. ( peeling potatoes ) actually, I have no idea if they'd have sinks in The Castings world... *shrug* for the purposes of this drabble, we shall they do.

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Subject: told ya' I'd write this, Sophi Time: 3:27 pm. Mood: bouncy. Music: Karma Slave- Splashdown.

random RENT drabble; 247 words. Roger notices that his nail polish is kinda chipped. ( well, that was random... )

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Subject: Traitor Time: 2:04 am. Mood: satisfied. Music: Loreena McKennit-- Book of Shadows.

May's story clocks at 1,975 words. I'm quite happy with how it turned out, actually. ^_^ just a few things before the story: kaseko-- African, “to mock or ridicule”, quite a lot of liberty taken with it's actual usage for this story. the following words, and the culture they come frome are completely fictional, ie: I made them up off the top of my head as I went a long. Any resemblance to actual words or cultures current, past, or future, is purely coincidental. mesabi-- a fruit like a potato in shape and texture, but like a spicy baked apple in taste khana-- drum luasa-- similar to a lap-harp chiina-- flute eul-- nuts like pecans sheular-- magician, sorcerer, wizard, mage, etc ronal-- like a sircoat but sleeveless, usually worn over tight fitting, knee-length pants and sashed at the waist ---- ( Kierlan Lukasha, a traitor to his people, has returned and now must face trial-- by the council and by peers. )

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Subject: Run Time: 1:23 am. Mood: cheerful. Music: Never Die- Creed.

April's story clocks at 1,237 wrds. this one's going to take a little bit of pre-explanation, so I'll put the Author's Notes at the beginning instead of the end where I usually put them. for those that don't remember (probly everyone) Something Philisophical is an original series that Sophia and I are (sort of) working on (along with Angel of Fire). It's a Mary-Sue, only doubled. Ashley is me, Dillion is Sophia, they're both the main character, but when I'm writing I focus more on Ashley, because I'm better at writing my own characters than other people's. (When I write other real people, I always feel like they'll read it and say something like "I would never do that! How could you make me do that!" So, Sophia is welcome to change anything I write Dill doing, put more emphasis on her character, etc). That said, the basic plot until this is set is that Dill and Ash are at a movie theater one evening when they're saved from the explosion of the theater by a Saabfull of bishounen. At the time, none of them know why, except that the five guys (yes, I know that's way more than a Saab convertable can hold! it's from another demension, okay?) were sent to save them by the head priest of the temple they live in (they're orphens). Turns out these two brothers, Ian and Theo, and their five shrine maidens are trying to kill Dill and Ashley. Why? "Sore wa himitsu desu." (It's a secret.) Also, they're all (saviour bishounen included) from another demension. Anyway. At this point, the girls were returned to their respective families and the guys went home to their own world. The head priest was displeased and sent them back to bring the girls to their world. Wackiness, of course, ensued, and in the end, Ian, Theo, and company were guarding the portal. Battle, the portal collapsed, cutting off the brothers and three of their maidens in the other world and leaving the other two to fix the portal, but both are injured. Our heros must find another way to their world. Character synopsis: Tobias is the typical shoujo anime male love interest, Yukio is physically effimante and hates it with a passion, Gabriel is the requisite stoic one, Kateb is the silly, fun guy, and Aderes is the intellectual one. Also, Kateb and Aderes are gay. Homosexuality is completely normal in their world. And 'Ade' is pronounced "Ah-day". I think that's all you need to know right now... *scratches head* jesus, that took way too much space... on to the actual story! ----- ( figured it's about time I try my hand at cutting ) ---- woot, it worked! ^_^

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Subject: Walking Backward Time: 5:51 pm. Mood: thoughtful. Music: this one by the Pogues... can't remember the title....

One Two Three Four now we are declaring war five six seven eight the door is shut and locked with hate nine ten I just can't do it all again. we're growing up, we're changing we're fighting, we're reconciling we're cut off from each other and silent. for a time anyway. before the talking starts again. I don't really see the point in this, obsessing over what's done and ended. are we trying to change the past? or just not letting go? seems we should leave the past the past, digging up old woes will only hurt us more, we're walking backward through the sea of time, rebreaking connections over and over and over... stuck on repeat, skipping over the same angry note again and again... why? time has covered the cuts and bruises, but we keep picking away the scabs, pouring lemon juice in leaving them to fester instead of letting them heal... why? why are we so obsessed with fighting, anger, hatred? why do we continue to slosh backward through the mud, inflicting and receiving the same hurts over and over? why not move downstream, where the water is still clear?

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Subject: ASiA commento Time: 2:19 am. Mood: artistic. Music: still have bittersweet symphony stuck in my head....

*shakes head* I'm just surprised I even wrote that at all. I changed Fuuko's brother's name to Yotomi ("sun riches") because I like the way it sounds more than Senhito ("wood fairy prince"). and it's easier to say. and anyway, I'm the one who named hom Senhito in the first place. I have still read very little of the manga (but am currently reviewing my subs), so I'm thinking this'll probly be completely AU to the manga past the UBS and what little I do know. Like, for instance, I *do* know that Raiha has no last name, and if he did, it in all probability wouldn't be Himura. But, I also know that Raiha is a skilled spy; he's very likely to come up with a last name whenever he needs one (and would probly give a fake first name as well...), and well... truthfully, I've come to a few conclusions: a) I've read waaay too many Joker-centric fics recently, so I've lost touch with Raiha's character (time to watch my subs again!), b) Raiha reminds me of Kenshin, and c) I've been reading waaay too much RK manga recently. ;p so there's the name explanation. I dunno if/when I'll write more *shrug* recently I've actually gotten rather sick of the vast amounts of To/Fuu fics and have actually been wanting to do something Recca/Yanagi, seeing as how they're so cute and all ;p *yawn* *looks at time* oh. my. I really should be asleep.

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Subject: FoR fic has been titled A Storm in Autumn. ch.2 Time: 2:11 am. Mood: chipper. Music: bittersweet symphony (in head).

The afternoon passed quickly and happily. Recca had no luck in getting Yanagi to lend him his sweater, but by the time our food arrived, he’d forgotten about the cold outside anyway. After a while, I managed to forget about the scene earlier and go back about my normal ways. What a relief. We talked and joked and goofed and generally had a good time. Even Mi-chan was getting into the spirit of things, laughing whole-heartedly at some jokes, though he remained untalkative, as usual. I would have worried if he’d talked more. Finally though, as all good things must, our outing came to an end. I was just noticing how dark it was getting out when Koganei turned to Recca and said, “Ya’ know, we should probly be going home soon…” Yanagi nodded, “Yeah, after all, there’s school tomorrow and everything.” And I hadn’t finished my homework… I sighed. “Guess we aughta call for the tab… hey, who’s paying for this anyway?” We all looked at each other. Apparently no one had thought of that. Mi-chan shook his head disapprovingly, “Why don’t we split it?” Ah. Ever the voice of reason. I knew there were things I didn’t like about him! We ended up doing just that, and each contributing to a big tip for the waitress, at Yanagi’s insistence. As we headed for the door, I couldn’t help but notice the odd look Mikagami wore. Like he didn’t want to leave… which is ridiculous, of course! He probably just didn’t want to go out into that weather. The wind had picked up while we were inside and was now blowing fallen leaves in gusts down the street. It looked like it was snowing leaves. Gah. Waxing poetic. Note to self: stop that. It was cold outside. I was more glad than ever that I’d brought my jacket. We stood outside in a huddle, trying to block ourselves from the wind with each other. “Hey, Fuuko,” Recca yelped, “can’t you make it stop? Or at least slow down a little?” I shook my head. “Sorry… I didn’t think to bring my fuujin.” Things were quiet now, and he’d caught me doing my homework! I hadn’t even thought of fuujin until this minute. He snapped his fingers disappointedly. “You suck.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Children, children,” Mikagami said, rolling his eyes. “Ano… how long are we going to continue standing here? We really should be heading home,” Yanagi interrupted. “Hey, Ni-chan, did you bring your car?” Koganei asked pointedly. D’oh, why didn’t I think of that? Mi-chan had just recently gotten his license and rights to his parents’ car. “Yeah, did you?” Domon asked excitedly. Mi-chan shook his head. “No, I walked. And even if I had, do you really think I’d let you all in it? Besides, there wouldn’t be enough room.” Domon began to growl in that way he does when he’s insulted and wants to start a fight. “Anyway!” I quickly intervened, “Obviously, we’ve all forgotten important things that could have been useful to us! Why don’t we stop fighting about it and go home!” I picked up Ganko, who’d wisely decided to stay out of this entire conversation, and started heading in the direction of home, hoping the others would get the hint. I guess they did. A few minutes later, Koganei ran past us and then Yanagi and Recca caught up with us. To my surprise, so did Mikagami. Yanagi’s house is near our neighborhood, but Domon’s and Mikagami’s are in other areas. Domon, it seemed, would be the only one walking home alone. I’m sure he was pissed about that; probly just didn’t want to make another scene. I let Ganko down and she instantly sped off to chase after Koganei. Then I slowed my pace until I was matching strides with Mi-chan. “Oi, Mi-chan, aren’t you going in the wrong direction?” I teased. He glared at me, but his blue eyes were laughing, “Just felt like taking a walk before going home, Kirisawa.” His eyes darted around furtively, to Yanagi, me, the street; his long fingers tugged at his bracelet as though he was nervous about something. “Uh-huh. Suuure.” He didn’t deign to answer, simply glowered, thrust his hands into his pockets and continued walking. Trying to hide my disappointment, I mimicked him as we walked. I figured he would turn around when we got to Yanagi’s street. But again he surprised me by continuing on past Yanagi and Recca saying their goodbyes on the corner. Ganko and Koganei had disappeared from sight, but ours was a quiet neighborhood, and it wasn’t like they couldn’t fend for themselves or anything. We continued walking in silence. I don’t know what he was thinking; I was wondering about it the whole time, but also enjoying the night. Now that I’d gotten used to the weather, it really wasn’t all that bad. Rather refreshing, actually. Finally, we reached mine and Recca’s street. Recca still hadn’t caught up with us. This time Mikagami didn’t surprise me and kept going when I turned the corner. He did give a slight wave though, which was a little weird, but I forgot about that when I saw the unfamiliar car in my driveway. After about a minute of staring (and probably looking like an idiot!) I realized who’s it was. A grin spread on my face and I ran up the walk and through the front door. Sure enough, there was my brother in the living room, admiring Kondo as Ganko showed off. Yotomi had been to visit once since Ganko had come to live with us (before the UBS though), and they got along really well. Like I said, Yotomi is my honorable older brother. He’s also the greatest in the history of older brothers. Grinning, I ran at him, tackling him before he could react. “You’re back! How long are you staying? And--“ Yotomi laughed, cutting off my questions. “Hi Fuuko! Lemme up, will you?” Sighing, I got off him and gave him a hand up, taking a minute to fully look him over. Like me, he’s got green eyes and purple hair, but he wears glasses and keeps his hair fairly short. He’s also at least a foot taller than me, favoring our father’s height, but much more soft-spoken. Mom jokes sometimes that he got my femininity, so I was left with his masculinity. I occasionally wondered why he wasn’t married yet, but then, since he got out of college mostly all he’s done is travel and collect books. Hasn’t had much of a chance for meeting anyone, ne? “Hey, Yotomi-san,” a male voice interrupted our reunion from the kitchen. There was something oddly familiar… I noticed Ganko pale and begin to sidle out of the room. “You’re mom says—oh, is this your sister?” “Aheh, where have my manners gone?” Yotomi grinned embarrassedly and turned to the guest. “Fuuko, allow me to introduce Himura Raiha, a friend I met while traveling through Edo.”

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Subject: icons! Time: 8:32 pm. Mood: bouncy. Music: Sympathy For The Devil-- Natalie Merchant.

new icons!! and I made 'em all myself! *proud of self* (yes, the Kenshin one is supposed to have those lines)

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Subject: damned pop-ups! Time: 11:29 am. Mood: anxious. Music: We Want Peace-- Lenny Kravitz.

actually, this post has nothing to do with pop-ups, they're just being very, very annoying... so... I finished the revised prologue of BTS last night. I want to post it and get some criticism, see what needs to be changed, etc... but if I do, then I'll let revisions for the next few chapters go undone for months and months. I've figured out that I've gotten into the mindset of once I post something, I don't need to work on it again for a while--completly and totally untrue, but for some reason it happens... plus there's my new policy towards BTS *points down*... hrm... I really should be doing a lab or writing that paper for English... I mean, c'mone, it's on Antigone! this should be easy! geh, now Xan's being crazy again... also... the spell-check on lochjournal doesn't seem to actually do anything...

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