Just got back from seeing the new Harry Potter movie!

( Not really Spoilers, but I'll still cut it to be nice )

Now off to sleep. I have to work in 3 and a half hours. :D

Stolen from genuinelie

Your result for Roleplayer Test! ...
The Smutfic

Random, Action-Oriented, Sexual

You are the Smutfic, most at home in sex games and dressing rooms. You like your roleplay quick and dirty (or sometimes agonizingly long and descriptive), and you play for either sex or pairings -- you don't discriminate much. Like the Shipper, it's the romantic and sexual tension between characters that interests you, but unlike your sister style, you'd much rather move on to the action than drag it out. Sex is certainly not all you want (if character didn't matter, you wouldn't be roleplaying, would you?), but complicated plots bore you. And unfortunately, you're easily bored. Once the sex logs are done with, you're usually gone doing something (or someone) else.

http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/roleplayer-test

Do any of you have any interest in playing Ken?

theblackcross

My game just lost it's Ken and is kind of stalled out at the moment. However once we get a new Ken, things will pick up. It's usually very active, so don't let the fact that the latest thread hasn't been updated in 2 weeks fool you.

Lots of Yaoi, just so you know.

Brad and Schu are like rabbits. >.>

I signed up for ficfinishing. I want to work more on my story Silence that I haven't written on in like, 3 years. But I still think about it a lot. I want to finish it and see where it goes. Probably a lot different from where I wanted it to go 3 years ago. :D Anyway, yeah. Take a look over there, sign up to be a WK reader and such. Or finish something.

I'm personally stoked that therck is writing more of Rheotaxis. I love that story so much. I might go back and read it again if I can find it.

Here is the negative.
http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Akijade

And here is the positive:
http://kevan.org/johari?name=Akijade

Now back to my reading :D

I'm looking for a story that I really want to read again, but I don't remember the name or the author, or even where I first found it. It was years ago.

I remember Schuldig and Nagi were living together after the tower had fallen. Brad was gone or maybe dead, Farfarello was gone or maybe dead, and Schuldig and Nagi were all that was left of Schwarz. Schu worked in construction or something and had a bad back, and Nagi would massage it occasionally. They weren't killing anymore, and were just trying to get by.

It's driving me crazy. I really want to read this again. But the only thing that really stuck out was Schu having a bad back.

Why are all of the celebrities dying?

Billy Mays, man! How the hell can Billy Mays be dead? That's... just... uhg. I just watched Pitchmen the other day. He was really interesting and charismatic.

Damn you, US Airways. You'll be forever known as the airline that killed Billy Mays.

I hope you're proud of yourselves.

Damn man... This is more upsetting to me than Michael Jackson. I mean, we all knew he was going to be going soon. But Billy Mays. He was young and healthy and not completely crazy.

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Is it silly that I'm all worried Weird Al might die soon?

Not much is happening though. Git is looking for a job. I'm trying to get more hours. I have very little money and it's really bumming me out. Though today I went shopping with my mom and she bought me some shirts and underwear. One of the shirts was so pretty that I wore it out of the store. It was also the cheapest shirt. :D Huge mark downs and Liz Claiborne. This shirt was normally like. 50 bucks, I got it for $7.99 :D

Other than that... not much is going on. Just sitting around and playing WoW to kill time between weekends.

I should write something. But... meh.

Oh yeah, did you hear Michael Jackson died? In the one hour I left the internet yesterday. :O

So I went to my Vampire game last weekend. It was pretty fun, but the best part was when all of the dark, evil brooding vampires went running toward the sound of an ice cream truck.

lol

That cotton candy swirl was delicious. XD

Other than that, I got a short gig cleaning out a rental for a lady. omg. That house was so trashed. We cleaned for 5 hours and barely put a dent in it. Tomorrow is more cleaning and painting and yardwork.

I was so tired today that I came home and crashed for a few hours. I'm still tired and not looking forward to going back tomorrow, but at least it's extra money. 100 bucks in 2 days isn't bad. :D

I went to an SCA camp out this past weekend. It was awesome. 4 days and 3 nights of just lounging around, having fun, drinking, talking, and making new friends. It was awesome. I don't think I've ever been so fucking relaxed in my life. I had nothing to worry about except having a good time.

( I finally got this all typed up. It only took me about 2 weeks. )

So that was Egils. Except for the broken window (which is now fixed, though the guy dented my door from the inside... I need to call him about that) I had a really good time. I'll probably go again, though I might not take my car. lol. There is another event next month that I plan on going to. It will be awesome. :D

So, I've finally gotten to the point where I can't handle my credit card payments. I keep getting hit with overlimit fees FROM THE INTEREST THEY CHARGE ME.

So I went to a credit counseling service.

OMG

Best idea ever. My mom is awesome.

We sat there for 45 minutes going over what I spend on what and how much I owe and blah, blah, blah.

Long story short is that I got onto a debt management plan. It reduced my interest from 27% per card (I have 2) to 6% for one, and like 2% for the other. Payments of $161 a month, which is about $50 less than I would be paying. I'll also save $11K over all, and have it payed off by 2013 rather than 2031. :D

And Bonus: Because of where I work, it's free. I don't have to pay the fee that people normally have to pay. Score. :D

So... yeah. My financial outlook is better now. And it's also one lump sum per month paid to the company rather than having to remember to pay each card when it's due and realizing that it's 7pm pst, and they need it by 7pm cst.

Who the hell goes by central time? Honestly. The answer is someone who's trying to fuck your shit up. :D

I think we need to stop having sponsored questions. They're usually really dumb. :\ But then, a lot of the questions are really dumb. It's just a way for a sponsor to get around the paid accounts.

And I hate that dumb song, Allstate. Just for the record.

It was a natural progression that landed me in this institute. A progression so slow that I didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late.

I remember the first time I noticed something was wrong, though at the time I knew nothing at all. I remember that I was at the Homecoming dance with my first date ever. My palms were sweaty and my tie was far too tight. It felt like a small hand trying to choke me. I remember my date and what she looked like. Long brown hair styled in fat curls, and a flowing pink dress that hugged her still developing body in all of the right places.

We were on the dance floor. Some slow song was playing and we held each other awkwardly as teenagers do. She was taller than me by nearly six inches. This made placing my hand on her shoulder strange and cumbersome, but I managed because that is how my mother had shown me to do it.

As we danced, I heard a whisper. Barely anything, but it was distracting enough that I lost the beat and stepped on her foot. Her face twisted into something like annoyance, but she didn’t say anything. She just kept dancing like we were supposed to.

Later on in the dance, while the band was playing a cover of some new pop song, we sipped at our punch. It was fruity, with a hint of something else strong and bitter. I know now that someone had spiked the punch, but then I was oblivious.

“What did you say earlier?” I asked, shifting from foot to foot as I sipped at my punch and tried not to gag from the taste.

“What?”

“Earlier. When we were dancing. Before I stepped on your foot.”

“I didn’t say anything…” She frowned at me, her eyebrows drawn close together.

“Yes you did. I heard you whisper something. I didn’t hear you, though.” I was hoping she would admit to some romantic words she had uttered. Perhaps she said she loved me. It’s a silly thing, I know, but I was young and dancing with a girl. Everyone is a romantic at 13, whether they’ll admit it or not.

“No.” She sighed and set her punch down. “I didn’t say anything. Maybe you’re just crazy.”

“Yes you did! You said something!” The idea that I might be crazy stung. I felt my cheeks flushing and suddenly it was like everyone was looking at me. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, I was running for the gymnasium doors, forcing back my tears. It wasn’t considered cool to cry, even after a girl broke your heart.

I called my mom from the payphone on the corner. She picked me up from the dance and I never talked to the brown haired girl in the pink dress again.

That was the beginning.

Over the next couple of years, I kept hearing whispers. I thought then that maybe I was getting hard of hearing, but every time I would ask someone what they said, they would look at me blankly just as my date had and say they didn’t say anything. It was a few months before I stopped asking.

My parents thought something was wrong. They thought I was crazy. I started going to various doctors that would prescribe various medications. None of them were quite right. Some made me violently ill, some made me so tired that I would pass out. I realized that if I stopped telling them that I was hearing whispers, they would stop medicating me.

It worked for a while. But as I got older, so did the Whispers. I had a strong feeling by the time I was 16 that the Whispers (I had begun thinking of them that way, with a capital) were not, in fact, coming from some external source, but rather it was internal. Some people would call me crazy if I told them, but the strange thing was that I didn’t feel crazy. I felt perfectly normal, except that I heard Whispers. They never said anything, just hung back quietly in the back of my mind. Always there, but not interfering.

At least, not usually.

Sometimes the Whispers got loud. Very loud. When this happened, I would hide my head under a pillow, or clamp my hands over my ears. Anything to try and shut it out.

Obviously this worried my parents. But what could they do? I refused to take the medication, or go see the doctors. They didn’t know what was wrong. They wanted to lock me up and throw away the key. I think my parents would have preferred this as well. And there was nothing I could say to convince them that I wasn’t crazy. I mean, it’s a natural reaction to think someone is crazy when they hear voices, right?

Yay! This journal will mostly be fanfics and whatnot. Lots of boy on boy action as well. I'll be crossposting to my LJ most of the time, but... yeah. I also have my writing journal on LJ for other stories, but I'll probably be using this one most from now on.

http://siberianneko.livejournal.com

I have a feeling some people might get offended. But it's my journal, and I feel a rant coming on.

I just read a friend's journal entry in which it could possibly be construed that America was being insulted. Then some comments later that actually were rather offensive (not by the original poster).

I want to know: Why does everyone seem to hate America? I don't get it. And I get really fucking tired of getting ragged on for being an American.

Yes, I support the death penalty. Is that it? Because I think you should be killed if you kill another person? Is it bad that I think OJ Simpson should have been put 6 feet under years ago? Is it really fair that my hard earned tax dollars go to feed and house and cloth murderers who have a life sentence? Shit, they even get cable TV for free!

I just don't get it. I might jokingly play the rabid patriot sometimes, but people know it's a joke.

It just... annoying.

I don't know.

I want to scream.

Everyone just STFU and leave us alone. I've been saying for years we should go back to isolationism and let the world do it's own thing without us.

And stop asking for money. We're broke.

Comments locked because I don't want a giant flame war. I'm not mad at anyone in particular. Just annoyed in general.

Call me a sheep. I want to join the Dreamwidth bandwagon. If someone (because I know like, 5 of you already have accounts) could throw me an invite, that would be awesome. :D

Five things meme.

Give me a character (or a pairing) and five things (such as "five reasons Goku likes meatbuns") and I'll try to write them out. Not necessarily in full-length fic format, but at least a series of drabbles.

And:

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character (from one of my usual fandoms) of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.

For those who don't know my fandoms:
Weiss Kreus
Harry Potter
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Never written for it, but I've watched the series through several times)

I could probably write other things, if given the time to watch a few episodes and get interested in it. So... yeah. :D

I forgot how much I hate writing research papers. It's been a long time since I actually had to write a research paper, and even though it's an interesting subject, I hate it.

Rar. I'm a enigma wrapped in a mystery.

Hopefully one day I will have a useful degree. :D

What? This is even more dumb than the question about who's cuter. My favorite LJ post? I guess that's fine for people who have had an LJ for like, 6 months. But 6 years? I don't have a favorite post. There are too many.

I was so confused when I saw this. Like... wtf? What does my birthday (which is in November) have to do with anything today? It's also about 5 days late for LJ. Their birthday was on the 15th. It's the 20th.

Rrg. I'm tired and cranky. I think I'm going back to bed for a couple of hours.