Peace of mind and a freaking time-piece from Harry Potter-fame.

Since I ain't getting that... fuck. I know I ain't getting shit, so why the fuck should I bother?

I'm going to be nice and succinct today. Well, mostly.

I was just going to drop by and say how giggle-worthy it is to listen to a male cover of Alanis Morissette's "You Oughta Know" without the lyrics changed (it's by The Killing Moon if you're curious).

But Richard Cheese's is creepy. He is WAY TOO CHEERFUL when he sings "Would she go down on you in the theater". And he mumbles too much and drags out the word fuck waay too much. IT CREEPS ME THE FUCK OUT. DD':

And I want to crush Danni Carlos's windpipe because UGH HER VOICE IN THIS SONG.

No more talking about covers. Unless one ~really~ interesting one pops up.

Huh, I'm in the mood for Emiliana Torrini. 8D

My internet has cut off for a while. This is most unpleasing. MOST UNPLEASING. It is now back~ ;D

So I followed Mami to her other job today (she was lonely, she said? o_O;;) and I saw Haley on the bus!

Those of you who don't know Haley just need to know that she's the cracky one at nuYamazaki who has a thing for acting like she's a babe of three. And she's also my fake!daughter in my fake!family tree, but that isn't important.

My mommy called her retarded (as in she needs special help) and that makes me sad. Sure, she's special and all, but I'm pretty sure that nothing is wrong with her other than the normal what's wrong with everyone. :/

My mom had a hair and make-up gig today. Twelve hours on her feet and I was there to keep her company. Key word here being company as I have no skills whatsoever in the primping department.

As people in RL probably know already, I employ limited H&M skills on a regular basis. How you see me in school is pretty much how I wake up in the morning: no brushing needed, goddamnit, I just put my clothes on and LEAVE (sort of).

I kind of wish I had some skills, though, as my mommy made some serious cash and I'd feel a little less like dead weight if I'd helped her out. It probably wouldn't have taken so long, either.

So, yeah, computer should be back home with Mommy (me) somewhere around December, which I just realized kind of sucks since I'm graduating (hopefully) by the ends of May. :/ I don't like to think about that much, though.

I'm not feeling Here Falls the Shadow so much right now, though I still want to finish part vii. by the end of Thanksgiving break. On the other hand, I have a shitload of ficlet ideas for Something Different This Way Comes if only because the last ficlet I was working on involved Yura getting her make-up done by Nanase (and a part of me just ships them SO HARD) and thus my brain was geared in that direction since I saw people getting their hair and make-up done FOR TWELVE FREAKING HOURS.

However, that still doesn't explain why I have, like, six ficlet ideas. And that manga isn't even all that good. It's just another of Miki Aihara's cliched shoujo bullshit where there's some poor little insecure chick that feels that she needs a man-thing to fulfill her, only the poor little schmuck doesn't end up with the best guy possible half the time. OK, so I've read like three Miki Aihara manga (Hot Gimmick, Tokyo Boys and Girls, and Honey Hunt) I've read more, apparently? Ugh, but they're so unmemmorable, really. D: Except for the one that I haven't read yet called Teacher's Pet where this teacher gets raped by her high school student and then ENDS UP WITH HIM WTF?!

And I'm reading this right now? What? WHY???????? DDDDDDDDDDDDD:

Somehow amid all this bullshit, Aihara can create relatively interesting characters before totally screwing over her own work. It's, like, she can go into this awesome direction and I'm half-anticipating it, only I should know by now that IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN SHE'S GOING TO RUIN IT.

I thought I was talking about fanfiction. SEE? THIS IS WHAT MIKI AIHARA DOES TO ME!!!! D<

(Oh, God, I just have to say that I ship MIzorogi/Yura SO HARD, too. Just lookit the way he treats her! Hell, I ship anything but Q-ta/Yura 'cause I"m convinced he wants to bang her dad he's just iffy. >.>;; )

And, ugh, Yura is under the impression that it's only sexual harrassment if the guy isn't hot. D: Yes, I'm reading while I'm updating.

I'll update moar coherently at a later date; I was not expecting to get on a Miki Aihara manga tangent. :-/

I am going to choke my mother one of these days...

BUT ANYWAYS, in case you thought I was kidding...

I was going to say more, but my mother is a brat.

The meme got me thinking about Nick again, and thinking about (this particular) Nick depresses me. D:

Anyway, I saw some of the (non-pro) pics from when we were taking professional photos with Karen for her Quinceañera (this weekend) over at Daisy's myspace.

White? Not a flattering color with the empire waist on a much to friggin tight dress.

Also? I'm not super photogenic and the dress was so tight that I felt kind of stiff-ish and so sometimes instead of posing I just sort of propped myself up in a stiff manner. :/

And my boos like to go all, "WAI HALLO THARR!!! >:D". MY PARANOIA HAS BEEN GIVEN A BASIS IN REALITY! HOORAY!


I will post with pictures at some later (soon-ish?) date.

I am screwed.

Got two chapters and an entire arc in the works for Here Falls the Shadow, but I still don't have part vii.


I'm feeling better. I hope this means I'll be able to go to school tomorrow. Even though I'm not looking forward to all the effin' makeup work that awaits me. D:

And OMG I'm going in the limo for my cousin's quinceanera. :D I feel special and pretty today~

There are days that I love my mother, that I'm proud to be her daughter and I cannot imagine living without her. 

This is not that day. 

Mommy, I'm sick.  I really am.  I didn't stay home from school yesterday because I thought it was "the thing to do".  I don't talk strangely because I'm putting on an act---I couldn't speak normally if I tried.  I don't lay around on the couch because I want to be a lazy ass, but because I have a headache and possibly a fever and maybe, just maybe I don't want to go outside in the probably cold to hang laundry to dry.  

I know that you're frustrated.  I know that it must suck to not make the money that you should be making---could be making---had things not turned out the way they did.  I get that, Ma, I do.  I still don't see how taking out your frustration on me is going to make things better.  You hurt me, Mami, with those things you say.  I know I'm not the perfect daughter.  I know that I can be lazy and selfish and a pain and that I don't work with all of the potential I've lucky enough to receive.  

But I don't deserve all the things you say to me.  I don't.  So don't act like a wounded bird (not that you do) when I call you on this bullshit, when I don't immediately murmur, "Yes, Mommy.  Whatever you say, Mommy.  Of course, Mommy." like a good little obedient thing because I am not your obedient little plaything. 

You're a piece of work, Ma, you know that? 

You speak so fondly of your wild youth.  Your recklessness and wild disregard for authority and the feelings of others, that you praise oh-so highly.  Yet, if we, your daughters, so much as get close to being as bad as you were, suddenly we're the bad people!  Just because we don't follow you with blind obedience like you did your own mother does not make us brats.  (Other things unrelated to that make us brattish, but that's something else).  

You, who speaks so proudly of your education, of studying to be a psychologist, and yet you treat us so cruelly.  Excuse my ignorance, but in my understanding this is not how someone who knows psychology should act.  Yes, Mother, I understand that this is me being unfair, but goddamnit I'm allowed to be if you're allowed to be. 

If you're allowed to pick at my faults, real or imagined, than I am therefore allowed to pick at your real ones.  And I will pick and pick and pick at them until you are forced to face your own hypocrisy because I do not stand for bullshit. 

But not today, Mother, for I am sick.  I am sick and my throat is sore and it hurts to talk and I don't want to fight.  And so I won't. 

Today, I don't love my mother.  I am not proud to be her daughter and I can't wait to live somewhere far away. 

I'm almost disappointed in the fact that my electricity wasn't cut off.  In some sick kind of way, I was looking forward to the experience. 

Anyway, since last night I've been hankering for good manga---josei specifically at the time, but that's only because I didn't have the time to search for seinen. 

I read Heptagon (josei), which was freaking confusing.  I'll need to read that over again to make up my mind about it. 

Honey & Honey is pretty sweet.  It's kind of an auto-bio work drawn and written by a (les)bian [I think the Japanese word is cuter, so I think I'm going to adopt it into my personal lexicon].  The art is pretty cartoonish, but the little anecdotes make me smile.  Only read a few chapters because I was reading Heptagon at the time and I needed to pay more attention to that one if I was going to understand it.  :)

And then when I got home I read "Pieces of You" which was a rather strange nine page story.  The art was pretty.  I wrote a review and put it in my blog.  Yeah...  I have no idea why I have a blog either.  it's http://thoughts-slipping.blogspot.com if you're interested.  It's only for reviewing stuff though.  

Well, then I suddenly decided to look for GOTH which is this awesomely creepy manga-based-off-a-novel full of interconnected one-shots.  I have no idea how the manga connects to the subculture itself---something tells me that a simple perusing of the wikipedia entry wouldn't be enough---but it I do know that it's a wickedly macabre read.  It's just... <3 

There's also a novel (was first this) and a movie and I can't waid to read and watch those as well~  :D

I digged all over for the scans to read online (they weren't on MangaFox due to liscencing issues, which is strange since there are several lisenced manga on there), and here it is. 

I totally reccomend it, just BE WARNED.  It's not MPD Psycho, but it's OT - 16 or MA at the very least.  

I'm also totally trolling TV Tropes for good fanfic recs as random searching on FF.NET leads to headdesk liek whoa.  :<
I'll let ya guys know if I find anything good, whether you like it or not!  >:P

Today is Ground Zero.  I will be writing something to commemorate my lack of electricity, so in case you ever wondered what living with no electricity was like, well, soon you will know.  Kind of. 

Just got attacked by a yellow jacket in my OWN FUCKING HOME.  Not cool, you guys.  Not FRIGGIN cool.  D:< 

What the hell is it with the creepy crawlies and liking me?  'Tis not wanted. 

And it HAD to be in my inner arm, didn't it?  D:

So the monetary situation being what it is in my house, I'll be losing my electricity for almost a week and possibly my internet as well. 

That being the most likely scenario, I wanted to say goodbye ahead of time. 

Until/if I get my internet back, I should hopefully be working on my writing.  :D  I'm already saving things to my USB drive for research.

I think I have to get used to the idea that I won't be happy for a while.  

PS I have a personal "work" comm @ the_heliosphere , if anyone's interested. 

Oh, well this is just fucking lovely.  My uncle is going to cut off the internet---yet again---because "it's not like I'm using it anyway!" 

Yeah?  Well maybe that's because you can't read.  D:

I mean, fuck.  My cable isn't that great and I have no personal phone to speak of---no cell and no house phone---and maybe I'm a selfish little bint, but I need something to entertain me, and the internet is both entertaining and keeps me connected AND helps me with my fucking homework.  D:

...and now he's disconnecting everything.  Someone please shoot me now.

Gah!  My entry to this challenge is one down from the one I voted for!  D:

*crosses fingers*

Edit:  Yay!  It's neck to neck again.  OMG I'm so deliciously nervous.  :D  *refreshes page continuously*

Edit2:  Down by one again.  D:  *wrings hands nervously*

Edit3:  Seven to Seven!  OMG! :D

Edit4:  OMG!  I'm up by one!  x3

Edit5:  ...  I'm up by two?!?  o_O;;  *too scared for happiness*

Edit 6:  Now I'm only up by one.  Dx  *whimpers*

Edit7:  Neck and neck again.  : |  I should stop checking this compulsively

I think I won't go to Night school tonight.  I'm not going to finish if I go tonight anyway, so it doesn't really matter. 

Good-bye Senior Activities, it's not like I would have done you anyway.  

Ugh.  I'm in pain and my water is going to be cut off.  None really affects the other much, other then that they both suck ass. 

My house eats books.  Books that other people checked out for me and that I need for school things. 

I'm going to be late to Misa's house again, methinks.  Dx  Procrastination, ftl. 

I need to work on my writing things.  Since I'm so damn fucking angry, I'm going to make a meta thing on my main characters' anger.  Maybe the other emotional responses as well.  At least that way I can see that my chara are different enough from one another.  Fuck. 

Late.  D:

I'm still trying my hand at that SPN fic I've been working on since the summer(?). I think it was around my birthday? Anyway, there's a preview under the cut.

WARNING: spoiler-ish for S5E04, second-person 'cause that's how I roll.


( The Most Bright )</div>

I should probably sleep.

This weekend is supposed to be filled with homework doing, script rehearsing, and fic crafting.  And sleep.

I never thought I'd say this about a school function, but it was pretty damn sweet. 

We EARNED our total pwnage of the rest of the classes goddamnit!  (whoo!  SENIORS!)

Sadly, you could see the effects of the budget cuts.  D: