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| Friday, May 2nd, 2008 | | 8:50 pm |
Writing, work, Iron Man, w00t! Ello poppets! Your severally depressed sphinx here! What a week. Damn am I bruised. I have been working on my hula hooping (because I’m fat and don’t want to be) and I have been attempting to hoop around just my knees, but that has left my knees, calves, and shins covered in welts and bruises. They hurt so much, it hurts to walk. Yay! Lol.
I have been working hard on what I love most, which is writing. Despite being told quite plainly that I suck hardcore after I posted that first chapter of my fiction (which happens to be over 4 years old) I am moving forward. I am not letting some cruel and plainly derogatory and mean-spirited comments keep me from enjoying one of my few pleasures in life. So I am not the next Great American Author. Sorry? I mean, I’m a dyslexic high school dropout. I try hard, and am eager to learn, but it is not only difficult for me, it’s not like I am in an environment where I can observe and learn either, like in school or writing classes. This all came about after I joined a writing group, btw. I am happy to be a member, and I value what I have learned so far, but it has come with some bitter moments too. I had hoped for some constructive criticism. I wasn’t looking for praise, or reassurances. If I sucked (which I apparently do) I would want to be told, but I had hoped the members would show a little tact, a little consideration for my effort or at least my feelings. Something like “Interesting, but I fear I can’t really get into the story for these reasons (insert remarks here)” and some “You really don’t understand how to use commas. You said here (insert example) and that doesn’t make sense. You need to look up the proper use of camas, it will make your writing look less sloppy,” etc. Just a few “be careful of clichés. This is kind'a looking like the typical teen-angst-vampire-drama-fiction and that is a bit overdone at this point” rather that “this is trite, cliché, boring, predictable, lackluster, etc. you should look up ‘characterization’ some time, you don’t understand Vampires, blah blah blah.”
I DO understand Vampires, more than most, thank you VERY much. Quiz me sometime. I would have taken it all as simply tough love, and told myself that I wouldn’t have gotten such lengthy, nitpicky comments if they didn’t feel I was worth their effort/time, if they didn’t see a promise of improvement…but the longer their berating, belittling, banter went on, the less I saw it as them being helpful and more of them being jerks. If a single comment was delivered without seething and dripping distain and shrewdly veiled sarcasm, I would have just taken the nasty medicine. Sadly, it just appears they are trolls and assholes. Maybe they had good intentioned, but their delivery was VERY poor. Rather than feeling eager to learn and improve, to better myself and keep on writing, I feel rather humiliated, insulted, and discouraged. But, this didn’t kill me, so it can only make me stronger, so I am pressing on with what little I could pull from what was said to me and apply in a positive. I think I will write to a moderator of the group, however, just to let them know that if their intent is to encourage writers and self-betterment, then they should have a word or two with a few of their members at to what kinds of attitudes they are bringing to the table. Anyways, I SAW IRON MAN LAST NIGHT! One word: amazing. It was funny, it was exciting, the effects were stunning, the acting was superb, and it was over-all really enjoyable. It is a comic-to-film that did it right and wasn’t shy about proclaiming itself awesome from the beginning. The movie exuded confidence, the soundtrack was thrilling (ACDC, Black Sabbath, Audioslave…) and I left so pumped I didn’t even go to sleep, which was the one thing that sucked because…. I got a second job, and I started at 8:20 this morning. Now, on top of working the Bakery, Seafood, and Meat departments at Tops Supermarket, I now work at Buffalo Printing, a facility that is like Kinko’s. There is an overwhelming buffalo theme going on there, complete with once-live-now-dead buffalo head mounted on the wall. For those of you who do not know this, I live in “Buffalo” so there are a lot of buffalos around, but this place takes that to the extreme. So I worked six hours there today, met my co-workers, found them all very nice, and I got to learn a bit about the trade. I found it rather straightforward and easy. I wouldn’t go so far as to say “fun” because sealing 1800 envelops with a damp sponge is not fun, but I have a good pace apparently. So now I have two jobs. Money-money-money. I am SOOO tired. I really need to go to bed, but instead I am writing. Wish me luck. <3 Current Mood:  exhausted |
| Thursday, May 1st, 2008 | | 11:05 am |
Just a little bit. I told myself two years ago that I would rather die than be 130 lbs again. Forgive me if you do not hear from me again, but weighing myself for the first time in almost 9 months I see that I am apparently 128.5 lbs. For someone who eats as…uh…selectively as I do, and who is relatively active, this is not only depressing, but infuriating. I’m so disgusted with myself, I won’t even tell you the things I wanted to do to myself, but crying is the least of them. I have to go find a remote location now. Current Mood:  disappointed |
| Tuesday, April 29th, 2008 | | 11:43 pm |
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man? I have never been a girl who exuded self-confidence. I could ramble on with supposed reasons as to why, but that is no business of anyone really, but I myself can’t really pinpoint an exact time or reason why I think so little of myself, or why I seem so displeased with all I have ever done. 525,600 minutes is one way of measuring a year in the life of someone, and yet, I can look back at the last 525,600 minutes of my own and have nothing of any significance to report on. My writing has not taken a dramatic turn for the better, by art has not made a substantial leap towards something slightly less than embarrassing. I have had no awards. I have had no confidants. More importantly, I have had no love. I am now 22 years old, and looking at pictures of me when I was 21 years old, I see little has changed. I look back at what I was doing 525,600 minutes ago and I am still here, still doing my thing, still leaving no lasting mark on the world. I’m afraid that I am going to die, and I will not be remembered. I will leave nothing behind, I will have nothing to show for the minutes of my life, and I will be forgotten. I try really hard. I wish that was enough for people to notice me. COMPANY 525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love. Seasons of love. SOLOIST 1 525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure the life of a woman or man? SOLOIST 2 In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died. COMPANY It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love. Current Mood:  worried |
| Monday, April 28th, 2008 | | 5:40 pm |
Leave Me Here to Bleed - Chapter One Title: Leave Me Here to Bleed Author: ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) draconisangelusRating: PG-13 Warnings: some mild language, implied sexual situations, depictions of violence and murder, and some scary moments. Genre: Drama/Romance/fantasy Wordcount: (chapter one) 4,262 Summary: Life for Raine -a seventeen-year-old senior nonconformist and unlikely cheerleader- has not always been so easy, but when vampires start to take an interest in her, Raine’s life starts to get weirder than even she ever thought possible. Dating a vampire, hunted by witches, befriended by shapeshifters; all Raine really wants is to play with her friend’s band, if only she had the time. 
( Chapter One ) |
| Sunday, April 27th, 2008 | | 8:42 pm |
Raine Lee Storm Alright, I posted my little character bio about Christian already, so now I am posting about Raine. She is my female protagonist from my original series Leave Me Here to Bleed. She is a favorite character of mine because I love her spunk. Apparently she is well liked because she is different than most girls in my chosen genera of story. W00t for me and my originality! 
| Name: Raine Lee Storm Nickname(s): Rainedrop, Rainstorm, bào feng yu' Name origin/meaning: Raine is a variant of Reine, which means “queen” in French. Lee is Chinese and means "plum". Storm is the English translation for her father’s Chinese name Feng bào, which means storm. Creature: Pyrokinetic Witch Birthday: January 1st 1979
Sign: 
Age: 17-18 (LMHtB) Deathday: n/a Age at Death: n/a Height: 5’5” Weight: 115 lbs Hair colour: Black with a blue-ish shine. Eyes: Pale blue. | Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: She has each of her ears pierced twice and her bellybutton once. No Tattoos. She has a very prominent thin vertical scar that runs over her left eye and down to her cheekbone.
Talent(s): Dancer, singer, guitarist, good shooter.
Fears: Car accidents, Vampires, Witches.
Dreams/Wishes/Aspirations: To just be a typical girl. To be famous.
What you need to know: Raine is outgoing, enjoys being the center of attention, and is perfectly capable of holding the spotlight. She is a natural leader, though prefers to be a loner, and though she is good-natured, she is also very cynical and short tempered. She will take charge of a situation and hates leaving things unfinished, untidy, or substandard.
She is half Chinese, half German, lives with her mother, drives a very nice car that her father bought her, is a cheerleader for her school, has a part-time job waiting tables at a nightclub, and loves playing in her friends’ band where she is the lead singer and guitar player.
Powers: Unrevealed
Fun Fact: Raine is partially blind in her left eye, and blood sometimes "weeps" from her damaged tear duct.
As described in the book: Comming soon...
Heritage: Raine is descended from the Bo people, a tall ethnic minority people who once lived astride the borders of modern day Sichuan and Yunnan provinces of southwest China. There they created a brilliant culture as early as 3,000 years ago and helped the Western Zhou people overthrow the ruling Yin at the end of the Shang Dynasty circa 1600BC. During the Ming Dynasty, the imperial army cruelly oppressed the ethnic minority peoples, in particular the Bo people fell, victims of massacre. To escape their oppression, the Bo migrated to new locations, living in the high mountains above the clouds. It was long believed the Bo could fly. They built impervious fortresses high in the sky on Wuyi Mountain, and are best known today by their famous "hanging coffins", coffins suspended on impossible cliff sides, hundreds of meters above the Yangtze River, where scientists today cannot even reach. It is not understood how they hung their 200 kg coffins on the vertical limestone walls of Bochuangou. The only explanation was that they could "fly". Raine's family are the last remnants of the Bo, a magical people who harness the air and heavens, content to remain isolated in their mountains for the most part, though feared and respected by the paranatural community for their ancient magic and understanding of balance and consequence. Wise and prudent, they are easily distinguished by their tall stature and blue eyes, eyes as pale as the skies they rule. | 
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Current Mood:  creative |
| Friday, April 25th, 2008 | | 8:47 pm |
I need your prayers...plz I am not having a very good day. All silly drama aside, I just found out my cousin Amber is in the hospital, and in something like a coma...I'm not sure. She was late for work, so her apartment was called, and her roommate answered. She went to try and rouse Amber and she was unresponsive. I'm not sure of her condition at the moment, but they are saying something like she is unresponsive down the right side, and they think she had a stroke. She is 28 years old. How is that possible you ask? Well, on her mother's side her grandmother had a stroke at 37, and Amber is also a smoker who uses birth control. We all know that is not a good idea because it "increases the risk of heart attack and stroke" She and I were never terribly close because she was six years older than me and got really heavy into drugs and boys at a very young age, but she is still my cousin and I love her, and learning of this breaks my heart. She is not what society would claim as a "good person" and I am not excusing the things she has done, but she is still a PERSON and it tears me apart inside that my family won't find out how she is doing just because she has fallen afoul with the law and such in the past. I would appreciate anyone who does so, to mention her in their prayers, and I hope that she can pull through this –whatever it is that happened- and turn her life around and live a peaceful life. She is so beautiful, she deserves better than the life she has lead. 
Amber Current Mood: crushed |
| Thursday, April 24th, 2008 | | 9:53 pm |
Vexed and annoyed! BRB Current Mood:  pissed off |
| 12:26 pm |
Dress, Dancing, Depression, YAY! Firstly, Happy Earth Day!  I know I am a bit late given that Earth Day was Tuesday, but I kind'a spent the day outside rather than at my computer, so a pardon is in order me thinks. I cleaned out my garden and bought my mum this decrative butterfly thing that sticks in the ground. I have to say, I have been rather depressed lately. I haven’t written anything, haven’t drawn anything, haven’t accomplished much. I just see things I want and can’t seem to achieve and get discouraged. I watch a buddy online and all her artwork and it is SO amazing, I haven’t drawn anything in forever because I look at what i did and think “Scout wouldn’t post this as even a SCRAP it is so terrible” and then kill myself. *sigh* I also lack a scanner at the moment. That doesn’t help anything. I promise to oneday learn how to draw and someday get back to posting. Gosh I am fat. I hate being fat, BUT I discovered this great diet, it is called not eating. A salad yesterday, nothing the day before, nothing today, nothing tomorrow...it feels good. I am not a dancer, so why did I buy Pointe Shoes (as in those shoes ballerinas wear when standing on their toes)? Because I WANT to be a dancer. I can stand on point naturally, because I have retardedly ugly thick ankles, which only upside to that being they are strong, and I just stand on my tip of my large toe. It is a party trick really, but pointe shoes make it SO much easier, let me tell you. WARNING!!!: you should never attempt pointe without the approval of a certified dance instructor and training. That being said, I do not plan on suing anybody when/if I break an ankle or foot. I am still excited. Stretching every day, working out, reading my books on ballet and dance. It is what I always wanted to do but never could because my mum would NEVER spend money on me. Yay! I went to an antique store called Miss Josie’s Antiques which is owned by this dragqueen, and I bought the most beautiful dress. I love it. 75 bucks is a ridiculous amount of money to spend on a dress I have no where to wear, but I bought it, so what are’ya gonna do?   Yeah, I look tubby. Shut up. Well, I really am too down in the dumps right now to write more (I just saw that Scout updated another drawing and I am in gloomsville) so I’m shoving off for now. Current Mood: depressed |
| Wednesday, April 16th, 2008 | | 1:25 pm |
Dare Duel a Slytherin? I am such a NERD! Though I rag on Harry Potter a lot due to my great dislike of the 7th book and the fact that I can't stand JKR, I really am a big fan.
Exhibit A:
 That is me, in my Slytherin robes. ( CLICKABLE THUMBNAILS!!!!!)Yes, I made them myself. They are about 4 yards of a black polyester blend (so they don’t wrinkle) and the lining is about 4 yards of prom dress material of a beautiful emerald green. They are not terribly heavy weight wise, but they certainly are warm. I fashioned them after the robes seen in the 3rd film because I liked those best. The hood is pointed, the robes full and long, the sleeves deep. They clasp in the front with a replica of the film’s closure, and there is an interior breast pocket for wand safe-keeping, from which I am obviously drawing. The patch on the front is official Slytherin (even though you can't see it in this particular photo), and the tie is official licensed Harry Potter Slytherin from Hot Topic a few years back. My wand is a replica of Hermione Granger's and is of the Lumos Collection, meaning it lights up. Sadly my wand was snapped in half at the 7th book release so it no longer lights up. I feel like Ron with my Spell-o-tape wand. XD The uniform underneath is incomplete but that is because I do not knit and I refuse to pay 75 bucks for a HP licensed sweater. The skirt is a school uniform, thus its length is most accurate while having two pleats in the front. I think this picture makes me look fat, but that is because the robes are not the most flattering, and for good reason. You don’t want you dorming students to look smexy, they want to touch each other inappropriately enough as it is. X] Exhibit B: Avada Kedavra!! Oh-snap! This little Slytherin is hardcore! X] Everyone keeps saying how bad-ass and Slytherin (redundant) I am and that i really couldn't fit into any other house. What do you think? I think you better duck! *sends a curse in your direction*My hair is red. I feel like Ginny. *squee* Now where is my Draco Malfoy? *looks around* I hope you like the costume! I know I sure enjoy them. I made my BFF a set of yucky-Gryffindor ones. They look awesome though, not because they are stupid Gryffindor, but because I made them. <3 Current Mood: creative |
| Tuesday, April 15th, 2008 | | 6:55 pm |
Chapter 12 of Fallen Angel! Chapter 12! I am updating rather quickly these days. I should knock that off because I am SO stuck on chapter 15 right now and I would hate to make you all wait until I get that chapter planned out properly. I seem to be missing a week somewhere in there. Raine, how can you manage to lose a week? I DON’T KNOW!!!!! I responded to ALL my reviews from the last chapter, yay for me! Anyways… We open up with some Clarissa love for Draco, because she is his baby-girl and she makes him feel all better. A little bickering between Draco and Ginny makes the world-go’round. Don’t call Draco crazy. Their fighting is healthy, and Draco AND Ginny both make good points, but in the end Draco is right. Can’t hide forever. Isn’t that what Ginny told him a few chapters ago in their last fight? Yes. Easy to dish out advice concerning other people’s problems, hard to apply it to your own and actually take it. Ginny has her faults, but we love her. <3 Yes, sing songs. <3 Draco got to use his wand just a WEE bit. I was excited, he was too. I love Draco and Oliver scenes. *fawns over Draco’s new haircut* (Clickable thumbnail) “I will sit right here at my desk, like a good little wolfy, and do my job” --- Draco cracks me up. What doesn’t crack me up is Mr. Crudelis yelling at Draco…again. Poor Draco needs a holiday already, and it is only his second day. Even though that scene was sad, I almost found it funny. “Couldn’t be bothered to owl in, could you?”
“I was unconscious, sir,”
“That’s no excuse. It isn’t? darn. XD Ginny went back to work! What a little trooper she is. Is it not true that people act funny around pregnant women? I have never been pregnant, but I have seen it, I people watch. I swear it’s contagious though, right now 2.6 billion women at my work are pregnant. (Yes, that is an exact estimation.) Anyways, I am actually really excited that she is in maternity clothes finally. Ginny has a nice curvy figure, a little on the heavy side maybe given pregnancy and such, but she has hidden that until now. Now she is like BAM and I think it’s a good thing. Maybe I’m just speaking for Draco, he LUVS her pregnant body. That boy is a freak. I digress. YAY! Neville is back! He isn’t a huge character in my stories just because there are too many characters in the HP universe and I can’t do them ALL justice, so instead of doing them all mediocre (JKR) I do several of them really well. :) Neville is a really decent guy in my fic, because I always pictured him as such in the books. Kind'a shy and unsure of himself, but so willing to try and stand up for his friends. Good boy. He has a little daughter, Abigail, and Draco want her. Neville is, like, the only other father character I have in this story. The Weasley Twins and such all have kids, but I just don’t get that same warm and fuzzy feeling when writing about their kids like I do with Nev. I can’t explain it. He is there for Ginny when she needs him, however, and that is a very good thing because she is dealing with a LOT at the moment. What did we think of Mandy? Mandy Brocklehurst is actually from the HP books, I think mentioned by name once, like, in the sorting ceremony or something. Whatever. She isn’t an OC technically because of that, but I built her character up, so she is OOC then? Hahaha, IDK. I do love her chutzpah. If any of you do not know me, I will tell you know, I am obsessed with tabloids, celebrity gossip, and those slanderous blogging sites. Notice all my paparazzi references and grievances in my fics? HP is SO Hollywood baby. The idea of “celebrity” witches and wizards selling to the papers things like baby photos and such (J-lo just got 6-million for her twins’ first photos, Brangelina is being offered something in the range of 10-mil for their new baby) seemed so right. Thinking of the WW like Hollywood made me wonder what someone as famous as Potter would be presented with in the Wizarding World. JKR doesn’t say in her shitty epilogue, so I am taking a stance in my fic that it is a lot of pressure, publicity, and gold. Mandy seems to think Draco and Ginny doing a family oriented shoot would do some good, she almost has Ginny convinced if you ask me. Draco is the one that needs persuading, however, and I can tell you, the idea does not elate him in the least. I like the idea. I have SO many ideas for cute drawings I could do ...*daydreams*
That scene, though dealing with heavy and important things, was pleasantly light and amusing if I do say so myself. Onward we join Draco at work and, dun, dun DUN, Harry. Who saw that coming? I sure did, but that is because this was a scene I had planned since, like, the beginning of this fic. Draco’s dry sarcasm makes me want to….well, I wont say what I want to do with him…* clears throat* moving on! Harry certainly feels like the world is indebted to him, wouldn’t you agree? I had a few people expressing their dislike of my characterization of Harry in the last chapter where he stands up for Draco and such, saying they liked the more selfish and arrogant Harry I projected so far in my stories, it was different than what they had seen in most any other fic. I hope this chapter brought back that bit of Harry we all love to hate. Seems like he has the best intentions, but they are SO self-righteous they are infuriating. I wanted to punch him in the face over the William thing, how DARE he! Draco showed a great deal of restraint in not hitting him, but I think that was because he was hurting so much on the inside. *pats Draco*
What? WHAT? Draco is apologizing to HARRY? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Don’t be annoyed. Harry has tried to apologize in the past, Draco wouldn’t have it, and Draco is trying to be the bigger person here I guess. He really is being unfair to Harry (as much as Harry deserves it) but like what is said in the chapter, Draco is causing more than just Harry a whole ton of grief. Oi, vai. (damn I'm Yiddish today...) Onward to what they were talking about… Raine? What is all this new stuff about underground Dark Arts, and Neo-eaters, and people sympathizing with the Dark Lord? Well, the Wizarding World is like most any other culture, there will always be some kind of counter movement that idolizes people like Hitler, Stalin, and Voldemort. With enough time passing people build up denials of things that happen, or justifications, or just develop fascinations that build into obsessions that lead them to mimic and adore said people. My fic reflects that disturbing trend. We will hear more of the “Neo-eaters” in the future. Things really are as bad as Draco makes them out to be in this chapter, or in his words “worse”.
Kshgflkajhgkg! *gurgles* I do loves me some family-man Draco with some fluff on top. I live for angst, but Daddy!Draco is why I wrote this fic in the first place. * lip quiver* so sweet. Flowers for his lovelies. Draco is such a freak. “Lion King.” Michelangelo demanded.
“Little Mermaid,” Clarissa argued back.
“Hercules. I win. Now get ready for the movie,”
ROLF! Silly Draco. I referenced Disney’s Hercules in the fic, DID ANYONE NOTICE? How about some song lyrics to get the brain juices flowing? I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be
I'll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I'll be right where I belong
Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though the road may wander
It will lead me to you
And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It may take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through
And I won't look back
I can go the distance
And I'll stay on track
No I won't accept defeat
It's an uphill slope
But I won't lose hope
Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete
But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart
Like a shooting star
I can go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don't care how far
I can go the distance
TillI find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...
I will search the world
I will face its harms
TillI find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...
Yes, that is the song Draco sings to Ginny in this chapter. His voice is very similar to the one singing the song in the above clip. Draco is a damn good singer in ALL my fanfics. I wrote the whole singing scene out, but cut it out, sadly, in exchange for the, eh, ending bit of smut. It was a toss up, excruciating amounts of fluff, or gratuitous amounts of smut. I decided to fulfill my friend and faithful reviewer’s desire for some “real hardcore smut” and wrote up that scene. There will be actual Draco singing to Ginny scenes in the future, so I make it up to you guys. In the meantime, listen to that song and picture Draco singing it and squee along with me. <3 Fluff and comedy! Two things you didn’t think you would get such a dose of in this fic, right? To make up for the angst and heaviness of previous chapters, I decided for a bit of Draco and Ginny interaction. They are like this a majority of the time, I just never write about it because it is hardly relevant in the overall plot, and my chapters are disturbingly long as it is already, and numerous. I’m on chapter 12 and does anyone know what the f*ck is going on besides me? Probably not. XD Anyways, Ginny and Draco reading about astrology was a scene I came up with one night while researching into their astrological signs and realizing JKR just basically used the description of a Gemini to create Draco. I didn’t make a thing up in that scene, those are all real actual “facts” about his sign, and it was eerie. Or just lazy on JKR’s part. Regardless, Ginny reading about Draco as he fawned over himself and the accuracy of the description, right up until the big ears part cracked me up. The dialog was priceless, and I’m not just tooting my own horn and calling myself genius or anything, I’m just saying, Draco is a sarcastic bastard, and Ginny hates loves him for it, and I just love how she threatens to lug the book at him and he is confident that she wouldn’t dare risk bruising his face. HOLY SMUT! Yes, that was me, writing gratuitous amounts of smut. Awkward? I hope not, I’m terrible at it, but I tried my best. Pregnant women + sex is…interesting. The veiny breasts were not included to gross out or freak put anyone, but are just an actual result of pregnancy. Ginny went from a Dcup to something like an F at this point (a friend of mine had that happen, it was…weird) so her breasts are like BAM. Draco approves. NO STRECH MARKS! Bless Magic. Pregnancy is sexy, stretch marks are not. Too often people forget that pregnant women have different needs and limitations than a typical women when writing sex scenes and make them go crazy in the sack when really, only a few position are actually recommended, and proper support and a certain amount of care really must be taken. But then some go to the other extreme and act like they can’t handle anything. Ginny really shouldn't be having sex given what a “high-risk” pregnancy she is having, but she is horny, some pregnant women get that way. Draco likes sex, he’s a Gemini, apparently they are like that. XD So, yeah yeah, grunts, trusts, and moans aside, I tried for something worth rereading when you are in “that mood” but I doubt I succeeded to make it into anyone's quick-list of smut-scenes-to-reference-for-self-satisf action and daydreaming, but given that I write angst, not smut, I’m proud of the scene. The ending of the scene really is the hottest part in my opinion. That drop of sweat falling from Draco’s chin…* drools a little* the fact that he tells her he loves her, and then licks her sweaty skin …*squees* Alright, enough Raine, we get it, you want attention for your writing. Blah blah blah. I hope you all liked chapter 12. 13 is an angst-fest, 14 is INSANELY long, and 15 is a mess at the moment. THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED CHAPTER 11! My birthday was wonderful thanks to all of you!!! 22 is a fun time, except for the fact I am taking more steps into my 20’s and it is a wee-bit scary. *sweats*
OH! I almost forgot!!!!! Here is a picture of Michelangelo acting like, well, himself. I have not drawn him, or anyone, for a while, so forgive the suckyness. Frank is there with him. <3 The second picture is of lovely little Clarissa. She is such a darling. Side by side you can see how much the two children look alike, and how much they differ.   (Clickable thumbnails) What a bit of additude that boy has. I <3 him SO much. Clarissa is so sweet it makes me sick. Current Mood: creative |
| Saturday, April 12th, 2008 | | 12:15 am |
The Legend of Zelda Okay, I am 99.98% sure this was just an April Fools joke, BUT, I am such a nerd, I can’t help but love this. The story goes, April 1st (get the joke) 2009, The Legend of Zelda will be released as a live action film, and here is the trailer: It LOOKS freakin’ AWESOME, so if this trailer is all there will ever be, I’m most certainly pleased with it. It was a wonderful taste of live-action-Link. IMDB has no information about the film, or its release, so therefore this is either a completely independent project with an independently wealthy backer to afford the affects shots shown, or this was, in fact, a hoax. I’m thinking hoax, but I’m hoping that positive fanbase feedback will spur the Powers That Be on and entice them into making this film. LotRs is done, Hobit on the way but they can only milk that fanchise so much more…Harry Potter is ending…Narnia and The Golden Compass have flopped so far…people NEED epic fantasy films, people WANT this. Original ideas are always risky, so books made into films are often times favored, thought of as more safe due to an already existing fanbase, but what about video games? HUGE fanbases, plenty of risk, but the payoff is often big! Look at Resident Evil… Speed Racer is being released this year as a live-action film. If THAT can make it past a board of directors at movie studios, then The Legend of Zelda can. Ps: I am seeing Speed Racer, that movie looks fun. PSS: Okay, After doing some more research (meaning I went to IGN.com and looked for the trailer myself and related articles) I uncovered the truth: It was a hoax. Here is the article. I am sad, but the article is worth reading. :) Current Mood: crushed |
| Tuesday, April 8th, 2008 | | 10:46 am |
Chapter 11 of Fallen Angel Alright, Chapter 11 of my HP fanfiction Fallen Angel has been posted. Why so soon? BECAUSE IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!! This is my gift to you guys. Is it my backwards way of ensuring I get some reviews for my birthday? Possibly? Come on, you know you wanna. Come-on, come-on… So we open to see the direct aftermath of Draco’s attack. It is Wednesday night, July 19th, four days after the full moon, if you wanted to know. Draco is in rough shape…a broken wrist, cracked ribs, a mild concussion, cuts, bruises, mangled hair…and that is all before the Ministry get to him… SORRY! We do not learn who done it, but we did get to see Ginny being a fiery-redhead and that was nice. I miss her attitude. JKR kind’a lost that in DH…just a little. *grumbles* I mean, not to get sidetracked here or anything, but given her attitude in the other books, AND the fact that she would defy the “evil headmaster” and secretly reinstate the D.A. and help train the students and pull pranks and such throughout the year on the authority, would she REALLY stay put in the Room of Requirement in the end when EVERYONE (and I mean EVERYONE we EVER met in the books) shows up and is going off to fight? According to JKR? Yes. *kicks her in the face*
I digress. Ron and Harry showed up to help ease things over, and be a comfort to poor stressed out Ginny, but were surprised by how they themselves were treated in the matter. Not exactly an ego-trip for the two of them, but honestly, the Ministry typically at least TRIED to kiss their asses up until now. For the Big M to suddenly be like “stay out of this matter”, well, lets just say Harry isn’t happy. Poor Draco is being accused of doing this to himself, but he is kind'a like the boy who cried wolf (no pun intended) and so people are not exactly willing to extend him the benefit of the doubt this time ’round. That terrible scene with Draco in the other room was originally longer, but I cut it because it made the chapter FAR too upsetting, and this is coming from me here. It was painful for me to write a scene where Draco is being beaten (while already hurt) and begging, and struggling, knowing what they plan to do to him. It was just heart wrenching. Harry saved the day. Did I just redeem his character? Apparently. He did the right thing -something he hadn’t done for Draco originally- which is put himself between Draco and harm. Nice to see he finally ballsed up. Still, he sort of did it in his own righteous indignation, and pity, so Harry is still an asshole if you ask me. Sterilized you ask? Why yes, like what people do to dogs. Werewolves are like dogs to the Ministry, only a whole lot less likeable it seems. The little bit of lightness immediately when they got home was nice, even though it was not all that light, it seemed like it in comparison. Draco on the couch, Ginny washing him up, Ron teasing him about his hair, Narcissa up and watching over them all…I <3 Draco’s family. It’s little, and broken, but still good. *quoting Lilo and Stitch* Harry seems to be up to something. That’s not like him at all…hmmm… Flashback Fun: Terrible wasn’t it? Original was much worse, much longer, much more upsetting. I kept it relevant, and as brief as possible (4 pages) because I didn’t want to bog down you readers with details, and to keep things chaotic would help you relate to Draco’s confusion. Did I cry? No, I don’t cry, but gosh did I want to. Poor Draco. He found out Christina was pregnant and got thrown in the hole. He so casually explained that to Connor in the previous chapter, but seeing it, it’s like “wow”….do we all know now why Draco is a bit barmy? Yay for Narcissa and Ron bonding. Who saw that coming? I certainly didn’t. Frank made a quick cameo. He is the true star of this fic, believe you me. Connor showed up, all worried. I feel bad for him being on the outside of this family yet still caring so much for Draco. You know he just wants to belong. Draco waking up crying, and actually letting Ginny comfort him was REALLY important to me. You guys don't get to see what I do, and I have seen Draco wake up countless nights crying, and he has never, NEVER let Ginny see him. She would roll over and be like "are you okay?" and he would get up in the dark and go to the bathroom to be alone and gather himself. He would then act like nothing ever happened. For him to stay there, and just turn to hug Ginny....it was the most important part of the chapter if you ask me. Michael was, again, predictably domineering and demanding and brutal. His concern for his father really is quite touching, however. I think there is a rivalry there between him and Ginny for who shelters Draco more, what do we think? He was really mean, and I am starting to feel bad for Ginny, but I can’t seem to get Michael to let up! I offered him sweets, and a new broom, and tickets to a football game. He is unrelenting! *sighs* Yes, Draco was attacked in much this way before, yes that is why he has the limp (no the limp is not from the war) and yes he was in a wheelchair for a while. I actually want to write his whole back story (leading up to BEA and including the war) into a three part prequel. His life before the war, the war, life in Azkaban leading right up to BEA…oh, the possibilities. My favorite part of the chapter was just that tiny flake of fluff where Draco and Ginny talk about baby names. Draco is priceless, and I love how he and Ginny bicker over the smallest things. Like how Draco named Claire and Michael? see, I am not random in anything I do...you will see. Lucius had a twin you ask? Why yes he did. me and my sub-plots. I'm never ending. Like Lucius being Jewish. WTF? What can I say, I like Draco being half-jewish, deal. Did William come as a surprise? I certainly hope so, he was a surprise to me when the thought blindsided me on some idle Tuesday. We will hear more of William in coming chapters, thanks to Harry newfound interest in the goings-ons of the Beast Division. Draco and Ginny are opening up, and bonding over loss. Sometimes that creates the strongest trust of all. I ended with some tear jerking fluff. Yay? D/G forever baby! Happy Birthday to me! <3 Current Mood: creative |
| Sunday, April 6th, 2008 | | 10:37 pm |
Christian Lenchik Vladimir Some of you don’t know this, but I have written my own original work, my own book, my own fantasy novel. I am in the middle of some renovations with it, and it is a bit of a mess at the moment, BUT it is looking good. Anyways, I wanted to introduce you all to one of my characters. He is my male protagonist, and he is my favorite character I have ever created. (any of you who have read my HP fanfictions have read a Draco who is STRONGLY based off my Christian here.) Anyways, this is a character biography I came up with for him. It was originally made to help ME while writing, to keep facts and details about him straight through all my editing, but I want to share it, to get some feedback from those who know him, and possibly those who don’t. Actually, I just want to share this. I worked hard on it, and even if no one reads it, it feels good to post it somewhere.  | Name: Christian (Lenchik) Vladimir
Nickname(s): Chris, Kitten/Kitty-cat
Name origin/meaning: Lenchik (Len-chick) is Russian and means “lions son” and Vladimir is actually Slavic (though very popular in Russia) and means “Prince”. Christian is of Greek origin and means “Follower of Christ.” The name Christ is from Khristos (Greek) which is translated from the Hebrew term for “Messiah”, meaning “anointed.”
Creature: Vampire
Birthday: February 29th
Sign: 
Age: Unrevealed
Deathday: December 13th
Age at Death: Unrevealed
Height: 5’8’’
Weight: 120lbs
Hair Colour: Black.
Eyes: Electric blue
| Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: He has many piercings, though it varies how many he actually wears jewelry in. Favorites of his are his tongue and ears, though he will wear one in his lip and navel occasionally. He has many scars, mostly covering his arms and chest. Most notably of these are the scars on his back that are in the form of a spread-winged raven.
Talent(s): Enjoys art, piano, singing, and dancing.
Fears: Thunder/explosions, wolves, karma.
Dreams/Wishes/Aspirations: Being free of his oppressive Master
What you need to know: Christian is soft spoken and reserved, very observant, quick to learn and adapt, and known to be a little moody. There is an air of ‘mystery’ about him that makes him instantly alluring, though a bit unnerving. He speaks English pretty well, though it is with a heavy Russian accent. Though commonly perceived as timid, and thusly the ‘weakling runt’ of his Bloodline, Christian does demonstrate that he is in fact a skilled fighter, and his greatest asset is his loyalty and honor to his friends. He has all the grace of a Vampire yet all the awkward tendencies of a teenager. Though smooth moving and elegant, he can often be a little klutzy and accident-prone. Odd are his habits of attending church and daywalking. Attending a human school and notorious for dating mortals, Christian is unusual even among the diverse vampire culture.
Powers: On top of his standard vampire abilities, Christian is a shapechanger. Any other abilities are no yet revealed.
Fun Fact: Christian is ambidextrous though was originally left-handed.
As described in the book: Coming soon...
Heritage: Christian is of the Yurak-Samoyeds or more recently called ‘Tundra Nenets’, an indigenous people of polar North-West Siberia Russia.
Though most Nenets were of Mongolian decent, those of the far west in the Arkhangelsk region (such as Christian’s tribe) actually exhibited an almost European likeness, though they still bore black hair and eyes due to their dark pigmentation, and their skin was somewhat swarthy, partially due to the harsh weather.
Their language consisted of over a dozen different regional vernaculars, all belonging to the Samoyedic branch of the Uralic languages, more commonly called the "Tundra Dialect".
The Nenets hunted, fished, gathered furs for trade, and raised reindeer, travelling great distances over the Kanin peninsula near the White Sea. They became well known as expert breeders of reindeer large enough to be ridden like horses, a fact that caused their animals to be widely sought after by other groups. The reindeer sustained them in virtually every way, providing a source of food, shelter, transportation, wealth and clothing—the hides being the only garments and housing material that could protect them in temperatures of -60F. But when meat couldn’t be stored, during summer months, it made more sense to fish for subsistence rather than to slaughter. At these times the main diet became fish, both raw and cooked. They also bred the Samoyed dog to help herd their reindeer and pull their sleds. These animals too were highly adored, and essential for transportation through Siberia.
Inside the Arctic Circle, the sun shines for 24 hours a day in midsummer, but its rays are weak, the air still carrying a cold tang. At that time of year the top 30 centimeters of soil resembles something of a bog, capable of growing grass and other hardy undergrowth, but beneath is permafrost, earth frozen all year round. In the winter months, perpetual night falls upon the land, bringing with it depression and alcoholism. Because they were always on the move while following their herds, the Nenets were known as nomadic, and their lifestyle supported a constant migratory existence. Their homes were always built on raised foundations, to keep them above the boggy mess of the summer, and the cold frost of the arctic winters. Their homes were called 'chums', (pronounced ‘chooms’) a teepee-like conical house where a skeleton of long wooden poles that rose from the foundation to come to a point were wrapped in deer skins. They were simple, but effective, and easily disassembled for transportation. Inside, the household head’s place was in the center, behind the table, whereas women slept and worked closer to the entrance, where the stove was kept.
Shamanism was the belief system for the tribes of the time. Nenets had an animist belief system centered on the local deities that were represented by dolls that they carried on sacred sledges. Other dolls represented "copies" of their ancestors, the most senior of which was the "old woman of the chum" who protected the domestic space. The dolls were kept in their own sleeping place in the chum and were sometimes fed vodka or blood when their help was needed. Several times a season the scared sledge was also anointed with freshly slaughtered reindeer blood, but on the whole the local deities were left in peace.
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| Friday, April 4th, 2008 | | 1:46 pm |
Chapter 10 of Fallen Angel Chapter Ten baby! I decided to discuss the chapter here, rather than at the end of the chapter in an always impossibly long Author's Note/Summer because, well, I feel it looks unprofessional (and I'm professional...*farts*) but I had done it originally at a reader's request. The idea had been it would be an easy way to look at the previous chapter before an update and be able to recap the chapter and jog their memory for the new one. All sounds good, but I talk too much. ONWARD!!! We opened with Draco hung over and I have to admit I was a little overly excited throughout that whole scene. It took forever to have Draco punch in and all that, but that was because he was reveling in the moment, so the readers were dragged along with that. Hey, this isn't like the opening to OotP or anything, so don't complain, I could have made it slower, remember that. Draco has a cubby! As was stated in the chapter, sometimes it's the little things that make ALL the difference. We all love Oliver, yes? I liked his nostalgia over Quidditch and how he came to be a Librarian? A believable yet original idea? I sure hope so. I do not read a lot of HP fanfiction, and the ones I do sample typically do not include Oliver, so I think I'm being all cool and original, but really, I have no idea. I tried to keep his character's speech and interaction very true to his character. The way he defends Draco so dutifully, it's moving. He is just an upstanding character in my fic. Not sinister. Connor is an interesting boy...man. I keep forgetting that he is older than Draco. People were worried about him showing up in the last chapter. I got some questions like "why did he go to Draco at all?"and "Does he want to be a part of the family?"
Connor showed up abruptly and unannounced at Draco’s place because he knew Draco would know who he was the moment he saw him. Disregarding the fact that Draco is a MIND READER who does it habitually and constantly, Connor looks like his mother Christina (minus the nose and being a guy, etc.) but he also has him mother's last name: McGucken. Draco would have been introduced to him by name, noted the similarity, and used his Legilimency to determine the truth, that Connor is his dead wife's son, and you can just imagine how the day would have gone from there. Connor showed up for exactly the reason he said in the chapter: he didn't want to make Draco's first day any harder than it already was going to be. Does Connor want to be a part of Draco's family? Well, he is an only child who has no idea who his father is, never knew his mother, and was raised by his elderly grandparents. Other than friends, he is quite alone in this world. So, uh, yes? To some degree. I think he would settle for a close friendship with Draco due to their closeness of age. Well, going with that idea of "friendship", Draco and Connor "bonded" some in this chapter, and I enjoyed writing that, because I had no idea where it was going, it just wrote itself. I would like to claim I am directing all my characters, and have a solid idea where the story is going, but sadly that is not true. I have a feeling where Connor and Draco are going, but things could change with any upcoming chapter I haven't written yet. Knowing what *I* know of Connor, however, I would not be threatened by him. He is NOT working with any sinister characters, and he is NOT part of the over all plot-mystery of this fic. He is more of a different kind of victim in this story if you ask me, someone who suffers, but in a different way than my poor caricature of Draco does, to give some balance. I can't simply have everything that is bad happen to poor Draco. We learned something BIG about Ginny in this chapter, yes? I knew from the start of BEA that she had had a miscarriage; I was kind'a wondering when it would come out though in the story. I guess now. Damn, I would almost feel bad for Harry here, if I didn't want to stab him in the face more. Poor Ginny. She should really turn to Draco, but she is afraid. That is something I wanted to make focal: she is a strong woman, but one who has been manipulated and hurt in the past. She hates that Draco doesn't tell her everything, but doesn't have the heart to truly confront him on it because she is hiding parts of herself and her past from him herself. THINGS DO CLEAR UP BETWEEN THEM! You have to understand, this is only seven months since they first started seeing each other, and before that they hadn't seen each other in almost 14 YEARS. Love draws you together, but you still have to build that trust, that relationship. They are, one angsty brick at a time. Having a baby while still trying to get to know each other is hard too. It is a lot of added stress and responsibility to make things work, not for them but for the baby's sake. Moving on, we found out about Christina some more, and there was a sex-scene. I hate writing those. KIKIDHFRGKJSHULIERYT! All I can say is that it was MEANT to be awkward... So Draco's first time...was he taken advantage of? Oh, you bet. Christina knew what she was doing, she knew he wouldn't say no to her. I actually kind of feel that she raped him in all honesty, but Draco certainly doesn't hold it against her, so I guess I can't either really. I give Draco an A for effort and a pat on the back, despite his awkwardness due to inexperience. Remember, he got Christina pregnant with Michelangelo that day. Draco's boss is a douche...get used to it, he treats Draco how most people will be treating Draco in this fic. *pats Draco on the head* Oh-snap, Draco got attacked. What happened? Who did it? Will he be okay? You have to wait for the next chapter, that's all I'm saying on the matter. Draco doesn't have long hair anymore. :( Current Mood: creative |
| Thursday, April 3rd, 2008 | | 11:22 pm |
Hot or Not, New Hoop, Beautiful day! Alright, I swapped my picture on Hot or Not because I was tired of being down-rated, and the picture I had posted was over 2 years old at this point anyways, and I was SUPER shocked, and pleasantly surprised to see the result:  Holy crap! At this moment (it is going up and down a touch all the time) I am an 8.8, and that is not bad at all! Hotter than 87% of the women on the site? Sweet! I still don’t find myself attractive, and it makes me sad that I have a terrible smile, but it gives me…hope? Awell. Today I got some stuff in the mail! I am getting a little annoyed that something I bought over three weeks ago now, and was notified that it was shipped over two weeks ago, has not showed up yet. The fact that it is, like, an 8 pound table fountain and therefore in a large box, gives it a small grace period, but come on! I want it! It was such a BEAUTIFUL day today, sunny, and warm...it was really our first hope for spring here in Buffalo. I walked about three miles, just enjoying the crisp air and bright sun. It made me think of this song i love "World Above"...*humms it* Here is a picture of me today with my new earrings and my new necklace!  Today I bought the most ADORABLE little green dress (as seen in the above picture) and it was only 14 dollars! That’s because it is a little girl’s dress for the little girl’s section of Target. Wheee! It is so cute and flirty, it made me feel like spring was finally here! Other than that not much has gone down. When I’m not working, and not hanging out with my BFF Goatt, I don’t accomplish much. Writing? Pssh, yeah right. Drawing? Ha! Not recently! File my taxes? Are you kidding me?? I did buy a new hula hoop though! It is 40 inches in diameter (4 inches smaller than my current hoop) and pink, purple, and black. I think there are sparkles involved.   I’m excited! Smaller hoop means faster hooping! I am, like, wired here! It is bought and paid for, so all I need now is to sit and wait! I’m not good at that. I should hoop in the mean time, the WHOLE time…though I would likely be dead by the time the new hoop came…or just REALLY CUT! *flexes muscles* Boo-yah! Current Mood:  ecstatic |
| 1:10 am |
Work, Crazy Prostitutes, Hot or Not? What a day, what a day, what a day. Work SUCKED! The closing procedure for today was more involved than usual in seafood because Jim is opening tomorrow, rather than Rob, and they each like things done differently. Rob’s way is faster, easier, and actually smarter…Jim’s way is a pain in the ass for both the closer AND the opener. He’s a nice guy, but he’s got balls for brains. Anyways, the deal in MY supermarket is: when someone in the meat department goes on break, seafood covers the department, and vice versa. WELL, dumbass Steve takes 30 minute breaks and dicks off in the back while on the clock, leaving ME (the new girl) to run BOTH departments! I worked meat for twenty frickin' minutes, then had to cover Bakery because I was the only one trained for bakery there while Kim (the bakery closer) was on break. So I was in charge of THREE departments! Needless to say, I am exhausted, AND I clocked out late, but I told my NICE manager Jeremy the deal and he said it was fine and next time I can call him to help. Nice to know that NOW! Something amusing that happened, however was…well…while working in meat, I sold this one crazy old guy and his younger friendly female companion who I assumed to be a niece or friendly neighbor, 6 stuffed pork chops, 4 strip stakes, and 2 lamb chops. I work in the ghetto, so whenever someone takes a shit-load of expensive product, I have to call the manager after they leave my department, to make sure all that makes it to the registers and is paid for. WELL, Jeremy came back to me and was like “you know that guy that bought all that meat? Well, the woman is a prostitute.” My jaw dropped but I was laughing too. I was like “what?” apparently, we had our plain-clothed security tailing them and overheard him and her coming to the agreement that the expense of the meat would be covering the cost of the sex. See, he can’t use the money off his benefits card to pay a hooker, so he is paying her the equivalent in grocery. God Bless America. The next time someone asks me my rate, I’ll say “tenderloin stake.” I also sold 236 dollars worth of lobster tonight. This woman had me steam TEN lobsters! I was like “well balls” because that is so messy to get them out of the tank, weigh each one separately, and steam them together. I had to call ahead then too, but she paid. That woman is wack, but she paid. Another thing that has me a touchy moody tonight is the website Hot or Not. Silly site, fickle and inaccurate sure, not to mention shallow and immature, but I joined because my brother was on there and I wondered how I would rate. I had my picture up for a week, and I was a good solid 8.3 for that time and I was like “okay, that’s sweet” but today before work I peeked at 8.7 and I was like “w00t!” Then I checked it just now, and I’m a frinkin’ 7.9…wtf? Did people in the last 12 hours just suddenly go “ugh! She isn’t hot at all!” and down-rate me? I’m a little pissed off in all honesty. I don’t think it was because a bunch of people legitimately think I am a 1 (I had a huge influx of 1 ratings) I think a bunch of douche bags and jealous bitches rated me 1s. That is what happens on that site. I know I’m not Miss USA here, so it is funny to me to even humor the idea that people are “jealous” but come on, what else could be the reason? Them being assholes is certainly accountable, but idk….it seems rather abrupt. There are ALWAYS assholes willing to rate you a 1 to screw up your average, why today was I attacked by such a wave of them? Because I’m spankalicious hawt. XP So today I didn’t accomplish much, but I DID get a beautiful pair of earrings in the mail today courtesy of EBay, so I am pleased.  Check below for my awesome hooping, because it is awesome, and I am awesome, and the video I made is awesome... :] <3 Current Mood: annoyed |
| Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008 | | 2:55 pm |
Hooping... I have been hooping for about 3 weeks now...about...and I can tell you, I suck...BUT, I hope to get a smaller hoop and do better soon! A 40" 2lb hoop is an "investment" and one that I would gladly make, I just have to get the money first since these things cost upward of 40 dollars without the shipping to consider. I'm excited though to get better, I mean, it really is fun, but the large hoop I use is SO slow and the movements I have to do to keep it going so large, that I feel more like I'm thrusting around awkwardly rather than rocking my hips. I should also listen to music when I hoop, to get a beat and rhythm going, but I have no music but for what is on my computer, and I can't hoop in my room. So BALLS! I will have to make myself a "hooping CD" to play in my living room. Hooping is supposed to be a fun way to lose weight, however, which is a goal of mine, so I’m hoping to see results soon given that I do this more than "just 10 minutes a day" like they suggest for results. I do it for an hour at a time, so even if I’m not throwing myself into it like crazy, still, that is an hour of me rocking around, thrusting about, raising my arms, and working those trunks (legs) so surely I will have some kind of results. Not eating will surely speed this process along nicely. Well, without further delay, here is me hooping. I am not listing to music in it, I am actually watching Rock of Love II on VH1 given that is the only thing on at 2 in the morning, so that's why I get a little dull there for a moment, just staring at the TV. This clip was originally twice as long as this, but my brother came in the room at that point and so I cut the clip off there. The song in the clip is 'Til the Dawn, by Drew Sidora. It is from the movie Step-Up, which I absolutly love. <3 Current Mood:  determinedCurrent Music: 'Til the Dawn |
| Tuesday, April 1st, 2008 | | 10:47 pm |
Mermaids, Earrings, ahh!  LOL! Yay! I got my ears pierced! It cost my 16 bucks, because the piercing is free, you just have to pay for the earrings, and I got 15 dollar earrings! ^_^ they are starts *squee!* my ears hurt just a little because these are my forth holes so they are kind'a getting up there near my cartilage, but it is all good…until I go to sleep, or take a shower, or get my hair snagged on them…etc. I’ll take a picture…someday…they are glamorous. You would be in awe of my ears, that’s the real reason I’m not posting a picture, not because they are just boring slightly red ears, no sir! I also bought some new bracelets, and sunglasses, and some peacock feather earrings! I’m so excited. Way for me to blow through 64 bucks in one trip to the maul (mall)…hahaha, “64” makes me think of Nintendo 64. X] Am I a nerd because of that? Yes. So, anyways, YAY for reviews on my fanfiction! I am up to 11, which is about my average for all my chapters, so that means I will be updating again soon! I have kind'a given up on waiting for people to review, because that isn’t really getting me more reviews, so I’m like “bah!”…I only have up to chapter 14 completed, in the middle of writing chapter 15, so posting chapter 10 will REALLY get my titanic rear in gear and get to work on that, so I don’t have the dreaded “post as I write”…*shudders* Some people were shocked over Connor, and I got some mixed reviews as to people’s feelings towards him, so I will flat out tell you all now, he is not bad-news. Of all the angsty crap that has/will happen in this fic, Connor is not one of them. Chapter 10 is on the way, look out! XD I hooped outside today for the first time! 40 mile-an-hour gusts won’t stop me! I even recorded myself doing it for fun, but I’m not impressed with myself…mostly because I suck, but at least I can humor the attempt to blame some of that on the wind. It really did mess me up a few times, you know, with it gusting and all. I am excited over a movie I just bought. It is called Aquamarine and it is about a mermaid. <3 I’m surprised I haven’t watched it before. Probably because it has JoJo (the teen singer) in it, and her face bothers me. I don’t own Splash either. What kind of mermaid fanatic am I that I don’t own such an awesome movie? *hangs head in shame* Here is a clip from the movie, however, because Splash was the first time I (and many others) had seen a live-action mermaid, and it is impressive, still to this day. Okay, so, that is my update for now. Nothing terribly exciting, but come-on, this is me we are talking about, or I am talking about. Gosh I talk about myself a lot. Silly journal. <3 ermaids, Current Mood:  energeticCurrent Music: Lion King |
| Monday, March 31st, 2008 | | 5:09 pm |
New Look! New look for my journal!!! I'm all about new looks this week. I cut my hair, I clean my room, I change up my journal...all I need is some plastic surgery now and I'll be a new woman...lol! What do we think? Do we have a winner yet? I was up all night making that banner. It took forever because I had (have) no idea what I’m doing! I think it looks cool though. I would like to thank PhotoBucket for all the ocean crap I used in this, I couldn’t have done it without you babe. And the artist lolita-art for her painting of Ariel. I found the picture on photobucket, but it wasn’t hard to trace it back to DeviantArt. I like my banner, I really do. I wish there was an octopus in it, *sad face* but other than that I’m quite pleased with how it came out. 26 layers later, over 16 different pictures used, the collage is done and done. :] Balls am I fat. I ate, like, FIVE fish stick things today. I was hungry, and now I’m not, but seriously, FIVE? Yeah, I need to go for a jog, like, RIGHT NOW! I’m excited over my hooping. Getting better (if not worse) by the day. I can move it down and keep it on my hips, and I can keep it up at my chest (with my arms up) but I can’t get it to climb up to my chest. I have to start it there. I also can’t get my arms down in the hoop and keep it going around. I don’t know what it is. I have get one arm down and not completely ruin it, but both just makes it fall. *sigh* more practice needed. I hope the weather gets nicer soon, not only because I don’t want it to snow on my birthday ( 8 days baby!!) but I also want to hoop outside, and you can’t hoop with a jacket on. I need to stop spending all my money, but I just bought another skirt, and some jewelry. I really need to layoff this “under the sea” theme I have going with my purchases at the moment, but I can’t help it! Right now I am looking into this:  And these (which can be seen on my banner above):  And this:  And I’m too poor to have such obsessions… WHOO! I am getting holes in my head tomorrow! And by holes in my head I mean I am getting my ears pierced again. 4th set now, I’m excited, I love earrings! Okay, work is aggravating, and I have a HP rant I want to post but don’t feel like writing (isn’t that a bitch?) so I think I will go for now. Yay for reviews on my fanfiction! Not a lot, but I feel the love from those who left me some. I am working on chapter 10 now, and am currently writing chapter 15, so review and you will get updates! That’s how it has always worked, yet I still have to remind you guys it seems. :/ <3 Current Mood: coldCurrent Music: Britney Spears |
| Friday, March 28th, 2008 | | 3:09 pm |
Hoops, bangs, Married-life... Alright, so I cut my hair, I promised a picture, here it is...this is what it looks like:  I think the issue is not my hair, but my face. Me no likey my face. I would start by fixing my nose so it is less bulky, and then my chin/jaw so it is more feminine. That is not what this post is about though...sorry. Hair. Yes, I have it. I think I will dye it red next week if I can? This week I’m spending my money on ebay crap getting my ears pierced again. My BFF Goatt wants a second set of holes in hear ears, so I said I would go with her and get mine done at the same time. This would be my fourths though. What sucks is my ears aren’t looking fabulous at the moment because I wore a really cheap pair of earrings yesterday and my holes are red and irritated, and I don’t want to go somewhere and have them think I don’t take care of the holes I already have or something, you know? I need to invest in better (as in real silver etc.) earrings. They are not THAT expensive, and I can leave them in without worries. Today is a fat-day for me (hahaha, fat-er-day...only Goatt will get that one). Like most days really, but today more than usual? It isn’t really even my belly fat, or my thighs that bothers me today, it is my hips. I have been doing some belly-dancing (I’m far too stiff still, my upper body moves too much, and I have NO rhythm) but wearing these long flowy skirts low on your hips makes it hard to hide, uh, flaws. My belly is getting flatter I think, but I still have my muffin-top/love-handles,/back-fat/whatev er you call it and it REALLY bothers me. What I wouldn’t do for liposuction right about now. Just a quick nip-and-suck of a problem area. I just have to keep working out, keep working out...that’s what I keep telling myself.   Look, i'm hooping. I am working on my control of the hoop...I still lack rhythm but that will come...in time? I would like to now take the time to announce my engagement. I am to be married. Yes, the guy I am marrying is not aware of the arraignments yet, but he will, oh, he will. His name is Toby Hemingway, and you may know him as Reid from The Covenant, or Oscar from Feast of Love. He is British born yet has never had an acting role where he hasn’t played someone with an American accent. I think that makes him more sexy, like there is a secret unknown side to him, something not everyone in the world has gotten to see. Did I mention he is REALLY hot? Caution: this clip contains really hot male hinny. If ubber-smexy-patootty offends you, then I really feel sorry for you you shouldn’t view this clip. It is PG-13.
*watches clip 987152836747 times* Sadly, a guy like him wouldn’t go for a girl like me, BUT, I can dream, which is kind'a the theme of my journal, can’t you tell?  Here’s hoping we see more of Toby in future works, and he will be good enough to be naked for at least a portion of that. Some of us girls rely on that as being the closest thing to being with a hot guy we will ever experience. I got a crap-load of stuff in the mail. My hair-clip came, my Beauty and the Beast DVD came, and something UPS couldn’t deliver apparently? I just got the slip saying I need to pick it up at the post office. WTF? It says they tried to drop it off a 9am. I was here! Did they TRY the doorbell or did they just knock? Dumb-asses. I think it was my necklace, and that makes me grumpy because I really wanted that. Sucks more that the package is under my mother’s name, so I can’t even pick it up myself, I have to wait for her to go get it. LAME! I updated my D/G fanfiction Fallen Angel, FINALLY! I was trying to update it last night, I was at the final “okay stage and about to hit “upload” and my internet cut out because it was 2am!!!!!!! BALLS! I need to ax-murder my dad, honestly. (not seriously)…I PAY for the portion of the internet I use, and I am frickin’ 22 years old. How DARE he pull this crap again! He used to do this all the time when I was in high-school, have the net on a timer that would turn off between 12am and 6am. It was so stupid! And annoying, and inconvenient. He stopped that for, like, a year? Maybe? And now he has started up again. Dad: I WORK NIGHTS! I have a different sleeping schedule than you! I stay up all night, sleep until noon, and then repeat, GET USED TO IT! My life, my computer, MY internet! It is just REALLY annoying. I left him a note to knock it off. Wanna bet he won’t? Time for work! I hope to have some tasty reviews for chapter 9 of my fic by the time I get home! <3 Current Mood: chipperCurrent Music: Miracles Happen |
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