Taste ROYGBIV

YAY!! I've decided to start using the LJ community again even though I don't know what the fuck I'm doing nor am I sure how to work this thing. I know how to post stupid shit though! Alright, I have a couple little rants and I'll get out of your face. I just wanted this down so I wouldn't explode in the wrong person's face.

Alright, what is with people who are going to BRB. Not just because you know they wanted or had to get away from you for five minutes of your sad life, no not that. That part is alright and understandable. What pisses me off, is when they don't tell you they're back! I mean, I'm sitting here for 20 minutes, wondering if I should sent out a search party! And then I have to leave or go do something or go have a fucking life myself so I have to leave you! And then, hours later when I'm done being social and get back online to have a social anti social life-- you message me like "Where'd you go? You just logged off without saying anything, I was worried." ...FUCK YOU.

And another thing-- interactive ads! You know, I don't care if you advertise your fucking bleach alternative while I wait for my flash animation to load. But I have a tendency to go do things while I wait. That involves me NOT at the computer. So when I get back, five minutes later or so, not being able to wait to see what I had loaded-- YOUR FUCKING AD STILL SITS THERE. And has the animation loaded? HAHAHA-- no. -.-;

We're going to try this again... -.- From memory... fuck -pouts- (Here’s what I had when I first went to post the journal, but there are things added at the end, because I wasn't even fucking finished with it... )

So, it was an odd morning earlier this week. I woke up about 4 am, with a killer headache. I couldn't sleep, like, I just lied there staring at my steko ceiling. I ended up downstairs on the computer and slowly started to get sicker and sicker as I sat there. So I went upstairs to take a pain pill. I looked in the bathroom mirror, and for the first time in a long time, I thought I looked pretty. Not like, uber, or anything, but really kind of... pretty.
And then I threw up.
Yeah, nothing pretty about that.
But I did finally get some sleep and what not so it's all good right now. Oh~ The Japanese opening Pocket Monsters themes make me giggle. But I do really like Japanese season 9 theme; the man's voice is very… loverly :heart: And 11 as well... but I think it's by the same guy. I think. Non-the-less, I really like it. I have the third one in Mp3 format and I have to admit, I fucking hate it. XD But I love the woman that sings it so that makes it all better ^^;
Oh! This may only really make since to my friends that know me really well, but here it is anyways! I have fallen in love with a new anime. And guess what? IT'S NOT YAOI! That's right, no boy on boy. No ass love.
(I WILL START TO GET A LITTLE RONCHY BECAUSE I AM LISTENING TO Boh3m3; he makes me a happy child.) Sure, it's twincest, but that doesn't matter! -cough- Oh, and to prove I'm not lying, it's title is "Boku wa Imouto ni koi wo suru" or "I love my little sister''. Check it out, it's wicked amazing! :heart:
I was watching Voyager today and realized that Jakota is one of the hottest man names I have ever heard; no joke. I freaking am in love with that name. And the actor isn't too bad on the eyes either... Oh yeah~ and, I have finally admitted to myself: I love mixed rascal black men. One in particular? Corbin Bleu. :heart:
But, you know, yeah ^^;
Let's move on... please.
Omg, I love a manga that Yuki let me borrow~ Love Recipe 1 is amazazing! Though the plot is a little short or what not, it is really funny and makes me a happy moeing fangirl :heart: Yeah, that 'no YAOI for a week' worked after the first couple days. Did do anything involving such things for about... a week. Scary I know, but hehe!
...Pictures from Naka-Kon scare my oldest sister. –cough- I had the 'More like Bondage Note' picture as my background and I swear, she was going to hurt me if I didn't have a good explanation for it. She said that it, and I quote: "Makes my feminist side cringe.&" She has issues, I'm not gonna lie. I wanted to tell her they were all guys though... XD;
I'm a mean little sister, that I am
I need to learn to manage my time better. I have a lot of commissions to do but realize I am not getting any of em done! ^^; So, if you have something waiting, please... please be nice and wait a little bit longer? I know I have totally pissed off a couple people but... yeah. I feel as though I'm babysitting everyday with I'm with my dad. -cough-
Chapter one of the Pocket Monsters story should be up within a few hours or so. It still doesn't have a title though~ -dies- Someone, ANYONE, even if it's a temp, HELP ME.
Thank you, that is all. ^-^

EDITZ: Alright, I thought I failed before, but this is just sad. I was really set on punishing myself. I really was. But that doesn't keep me from remember left from right. So my mom felt back for the hair dresser fucking up my hair (...whole other story... I cried. I mean it, tears ran down my face) so she took me to Moi Ikai. I did alright there, ended up looking at the bags. So there was nothing there that was of intrest so at the last minute I had her take me to Books Love and I ended up getting 12 Days and Shout Out Loud vol. 4... not only yaoi but Yuri too! TT_TT Dear God... shoot me now.
Oh, if you wanted to meet my brother-in-law, sister, and niece, call me and maybe we can all got to the movie together Monday night! <3
To 'better luck next time'.

My sister will be here in 72 hours... well, fuck all that is holy, I am royally screwed ;-;''
How to get out of this one...
Oh!
Transformers!!
Prodigious! <3
Oh! I really think I'm going to get the Bible Black school uniform for Naka-Kon 08. Sound good? Any ideas? I'm also work on A.A. script! ^^; and I also almost swear on this that it'll get done this year. There is just to much to do... -pouts-
Um... I'll get back to yous laters!! -chibi love-

P.S. - I just found out, like in the last half hour, that I've been a bad fangirl so I've band myself from yaoi for a week... please play nice with me and when this week is up GET ME SOME DAMN SMUT! ;-;

...Yes, my spelling sucks. You should know that by now. I would post about everything that's happened since I last was here... but I realize you would be here way to long and I would bore myself with all of it. IF anything, you can go to my dA page and haunt my journal there. I will try and update this every time I update this one. I guess I can use this thing for my writing samples. I've done it in the past... so, here, fetch:
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Ch.?
Hey My Friend
(Based off lyrics of Tommy Heaven6)
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It felt so odd to have a small life in my arms. But those big blue eyes were looking back up at me and all I could do was try and smile back at them. I didn’t want to. The last thing I wanted to do was smile. I glanced up at the clock to see what time it was; I’d been sitting here for at least three hours. Or for however long it’d been since Meg and left me. The apartment was the same; same wall colours, same furniture, and same smell of mixed spices. It didn’t smell like Jason anymore though; damn my brother-in law.
I looked back to those blue eyes, the smile on my lips real the time. She was asleep; I didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl right then. She was my angel, and that was all that mattered. I wanted to get up, I really did but my body was so stiff so I lay back against the futon and looked up at the ceiling. She didn’t squirm and barely made any noise. I liked it but it scared me a little.
She was a little to perfect. Of course at that thought, I was being the stereo typical mother, but that didn’t faze me at all. I watched her sleep for a long while my own eyes starting to droop when I heard the bell ring. I head shot up, my eyes wide from my own self shock. I quickly looked down to make sure I didn’t jar the baby bed and stalked off, looking back every few steps. Smoothing out my clothes, I unlocked and opened the door.
Before me stood a woman with long blonde hair and bright eyes; I cocked my head, looking her up and down. “May I help you?” She smiled and nodded, her purse swinging over her shoulder.
“Yes you can! I’m looking for someone and I’ve been told she lives here?” My face fell slightly, not quite into a glare.
“Mind telling me her name?”
“Oh right!” I had to give the woman some credit. “I’m looking for a girl named Ryo.” I straightened, pushing hair out of my face.
“What do you need her for?” the woman looked back at me, her turn to cock her body.
“I’m an old time friend and…”
“Sorry, but, she’s not here anymore.” I went to close the door, but a foot got in the way. I glared down at it.
“Please! I came a long way to find her and all I want to do is say hi!” I sighed, swinging the door back open.
“Look here, I said she doesn’t live here anymore—” crying started; I sighed, pushing hair out of my face once more. “Look, she… she’s been gone for a long time. I—” the crying got louder. “If you will just excuse me for a moment, please.” The woman nodded and I ran as quickly as I could to the back room. I swear, as soon as I stepped foot in the room the crying stopped.
I looked over the baby bed, wide shimmering eyes staring back at me. I smiled sympathetically back at them before picking her up. “Come on baby girl… it’ll be alright.” I came back into the living area, I wasn’t that shocked to find that woman still in the doorway. She seemed so familiar but there were parts of my past I was never going to be with again.
“Is… Is she Ryo’s…?” I sighed, but smiled at the child.
“Yes… she is…” I could feel her inching her way into the apartment.
“M…maybe I…?” I bit at my lip, but rolled the blanked away from the child’s face. The woman’s face lightened even brighter. “She’s so beautiful… and you say she’s Ryo’s?” I nodded, looking down at the child adoringly. “She always said she didn’t want kids… but to know that she has an angel like this…”
“Who did you say you were?” I looked her in the eye.
“Me?” she pulled away from the baby, but refused to make eye contact. “I’m just an old friend…” I didn’t let it pass.
“I was hoping for a name.”
“Ch…” she stopped, breathing. She looked up at me, a smile on her lips. It was fake. “Tori; my name is Tori.” I didn’t know if I heard the screaming from inside or the child first. I quickly whipped both of us around, heading for a different room. “Um… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
“Get out!” she stopped talking long enough for me to think that she’d actually followed my words.
“But I—”
“I said get out!” she was crying louder now. I didn’t even have the strength to bounce her in my arms. “She’s doesn’t live here anymore!”
“Stop lying to me Ryo!”
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Yeah, that's about it for now. um... here! Have fun!

I think I’m going to start writing more entries for this place.... or maybe it’s just because I can get on it from school and I can’t get on Gaia.... DAMNIT. Okay, being quiet, but it puts me in a rather prissy mood. Then again, it could always be the PMS talking... yeah, I think I’m just going to blame it on that.... Well, I don’t want to talk much right now, so I’ll just post a little writing from Journalism and you can tell me what you think.... I would really like if you did... T_T It was a stupid observation article but.... I don’t think I did to badly. I mean, it was three pages longer then it was supposed to be.... –twitch- Anyways, here we go...:



.::Silence::.

The scattered Algebra, Geography, and Science books were lying unattended, the distraction of laughter and a feel of heavy bass flooding senses. Pillows were scattered all over, giving the peach colored cement floor a more colorful look. The rearrangeable couch shielded the students from anything beyond the walls of the room, a large black TV screen and bookshelves to shield the other side.
The movie posters of Grease, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Star Wars gave the room a creative splash, but covered the real interest, the collage walls. Newspaper clippings, magazine and old high school articles crossed with front-page articles were pasted to the walls, littering the room’s otherwise white dullness.
A pencil tapped against a notebook with a half finished math problem on the lined sheet. A girl glared at the numbers in thought, arm twisting behind her to mindlessly playing with her sports drink bottle.
Glancing up, her partner, a head or so shorter then her, played with long black hair, staring down at her math book with a perplexed look, not blinking. The taller of the two looked up fully then, eyes flared. “Give me the answer to two plus two!”
“Twenty-two!”
“You’re helping me with math?” she huffed, leaning back. “There goes my Algebra grade.” The short girl glared at her, hoping that the other knew it was a joke on her part. Once a week, never really planning what day, a small group of students that only know one another because of their friendship, get together to study; the word, however, is taken lightly.
In pairs of two, either lying down with a pillow under their breast as the girls on the floor, or as the other two that sat on the couch hunched over, they didn’t focusing on their schoolbooks. The two girls studying math stared each other down, trying to prove who was smarter in a battle of the minds and wits.
On the couch sat a couple, seeming as though they were trying to study, but were a little distracted by the music. Cherry Lips by Garbage caused the floor by the woofer to vibrate slightly as it played. The girl of the two bounced slightly in her seat on the couch, smiling brightly as she sung. The boy didn’t seem too happy though at the choice of music, a deep scowl scrunching his fine brow.
“With your cherry lips and golden curls,” she bounced closer to him, the geography book hitting the floor with a slight banging sound as it slid off her lap. Her hands encircled one of his arms. “Come on, sing with me!” He glared at her slightly, but not pulling away.
“NO!” she pouted at his reaction, pulling back from him, looking at him with slightly watery eyes. His focus jetted to the others in the room, his pink shirt going from ‘My Clown Suit Had Blood on It’ to ‘Clown Blood’ in scratchy letters as he pulled closer to her, whispering something in her ear to make her giggle. He seemed quickly forgiven as she leaned over fully to cling to his arm once more.
The girls studying on the floor giggled at this show of affection and the two quickly pulled away from one another. The girl stuck her tongue out at the pair, causing them to giggle harder from the reaction they’d gotten. She glared at them as she leaned down to pick up the book she’d dropped before, her emotions quickly turning as she realized she’d almost torn one of the pages.
“Mrs. Jones is going to kill me...” she muttered, trying to smooth out the page to how it once was. The door in the back of the rectangle room swung open as two boys came through its hold.
With the door open, the sound of a cutting saw became almost as loud as the music that played. It was quickly slammed shut though, letting the now French words of a playful melody overcome the room once more.
The two came in quietly though; one had a long blonde ponytail, easy to mistake for a girl if it wasn’t for his skintight black t-shirt that read ‘this one time, at band camp...’; walking in front of him was a boy with short, spiky black hair, a long black trench coat covering his body. The lingering smell of smoke followed after them.
“I'm so glad you've decided to join us!” The taller of the two on the floor shot out, glaring slightly at the boy with spikes. He ignored her as he sat behind the couch with his coat flaring out around him, out of her view, and anyone’s’ for that matter. The blonde was about to follow him, but left him to sulk on his own, walking the long way around the “L” shape that the couch had been arranged into, to sit beside the couple.
He leaned down to pull up a pillow from the floor, squishing it behind him as he leaned back, legs pulled up in an Indian style. Leaning over, he let his forehead rest against the girl’s back. She giggled, leaning back trying to reach for his hair. He pulled back then, glaring slightly at her. She pouted, turning her attention from her boyfriend.
“You’re reading To Kill a Mockingbird, right?” he nodded, leaning over again, this time reaching for his bag that was covered in duck tape, rummaging through it till he was able to successfully pull at a book with a purple cover. He handed it to her; she flipped through it, stopping were he’d left his bookmark.
“I don’t get some of the first part; the teacher had to freaking explain to me that Scout was a girl.” His voice was soft and amazingly light toned, as though he’d not hit puberty yet. She blinked before giggling, nodding in agreement.
“No worries, I had that problem as well.” They smiled at one another.
“So, Teacher, what goes down in the first chapters after chapter five?” She nodded professional like, looking hard at the book. And there was a long silence; a long silence. “Um, Hun?” she blinked then, color flooding her cheeks.
“Sorry! I was kicked off my train of thought for not having a ticket.” He stared at her then, kindly pulling the book from her hands, but not so kindly thudding her over the head with it. She playfully cried out, leaning back into her boyfriend’s arms. He, however, was no support, only mocked her slightly with a smirk.
“That’s not an excuse to space out.”
“But they kicked me out! The screen saver went blank!” she crossed her eyes as two of the trains collided. The blonde laughed at that, deciding to tease her.
“What kind of screen saver?” she’d quickly recovered from mixed ideas, still leaning against the taller boy behind her, though. She played along.
“You know, the one with all of the pipes that go in like a maze thing, and when you think you’ve got what way they’re going, it starts over!”
“Oh; see, I thought it might have been a message from your mind with the words ‘How does it feel to be in a constant haze of stupidity?’ on it!” She glared at him slightly, kicking at his legs with her rainbow colored socked feet. He pulled back reaching behind the couch. “Save me, she’s savage!”
“You got yourself into this, and you can get out of it.” The spiky hair boy replied to the plea of help. He was hit over the head from the little angered blonde. “What’d I do?” his speech slurred slightly as he looked up to meet glaring blue eyes. He glared back, but was quick to lose the staring contest.
The two on the floor had been watching the whole ordeal, shifting giggles, also pulling out their To Kill a Mockingbird books. But they didn’t bother really trying to read it, knowing something was going to catch their attention the moment they creased the binding and tried to read. They both kept a finger where their bookmark had been, if it did happen to calm down. But that never seemed to be the case; the books were to go unnoticed sooner or later.
The blonde had calmed down, huddling his book closer to his chest in a defense that didn’t seem needed. The girl had also calmed down to the point that she was leaning against the blonde instead of her ‘other’, giggling to herself that seemed funny. The blonde looked at her questioningly and she pointed to the photo that had fallen out of his bag when he’d gone looking for the book.
It was of two small children and he; one was on his shoulders while the other tried to reach for his ponytail. He smiled at the picture. “I love being an uncle, especially since I don’t have to do ninety percent of the work!” The girl scrunched her nose at that.
“I hate kids under thirteen!” she glanced at the picture before looking off. “All they do is cry, sleep, and poop.” The blonde looked at her with a slightly hurt look before smiling slightly.
“You mean, like frat boys?” the girl stopped then, a blank look on her face before keeling over into his laughing. Her body shook with giggles till she rolled over, laughing out loud. Again the two on the floor shifted giggles, trying to keep to their own demise of glares.
Finally about to bring their sights back to the tasks at hand, though it wasn’t that hard to say they were just killing time, the taller girl ran a finger of a line of text. “Get it now?” The dark head shook in misunderstanding once more. Letting out a sigh, she tried to explain it again. The dark haired girl looked at though she was trying to concentrate, but wasn’t doing as good a job as she was to of.
“Okay, so Adicus, Scout’s dad wasn’t about to get in the way of letting his little girl learn so he says that he’ll keep reading to her if she just keeps her trap shut-” The taller one peered at her, slowing down her words. The dark head at lulled downward, as though she’d nodded off.
The taller one’s eyes gleamed as they had earlier. “...and when you’re old and married, he’ll say he’s the boss! You just have to take out that two by four and curse him saying “If you don’t go make me a cup of tea, I’ll beat you so hard that you won’t think of-”
“What’s that got to do with To Kill a Mockingbird?” The dark head looked up, her eyes half lit. The taller one snickers, shaking her head.
“Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t losing my only audience.” The three on the couch had been listening in on the conversation, looking away innocently when glances were shot their way.
There was the sound of thudding above them, catching all of their attentions as they looked to the door. A boy with at least twenty mini ponytails, each a different color, came rushing into the room, almost hitting the door as it didn’t open quickly enough for his speed. He leaned over, huffing slightly.
“Sorry I’m late, there was like, totally stupidness at the high school.” The girls on the floor looked at one another before looking back up to the boy that was still trying to catch his breath. Shaking their heads, they let him get away with his excuse, not sure if they should believe him or not.
The chatter went on though, even if it didn’t revolve around the work that was to be finished by the end of the night for the next day.