It's like I don't belong.. [26 Oct 2005|03:23am]
[ mood | apathetic ]
[ music | Noise Therapy - Far Away ]

Not that any of you were really wondering, but..

I do still exist.

Sometimes.

There are no promises. No predictions. I do not have a computer, and had my roommate not passed out before me, for the first time, I would not even be typing this.

I can tell you I will return. And I can tell you I'm moving this summer. But that's the best I can do. I've spent the majority of my time these past few ages blazed out of my mind, since nothing seems to be going my way, and have since lost the desire to care one way or another. [Exceptions know who they are. Don't even try that quivering lip thing.]

Otherwise, go on about your merry way and forget about it. It's not a fantastic loss.

Should I not find the opportunity to return before then, have an enjoyable holiday season.

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The walls that lie between us.. [Writing post.] [06 Apr 2005|05:18am]
[ mood | See icon. ]
[ music | Bush - The Chemicals Between Us ]

I can't really decide what the fuck this is. It's a little too long for a drabble. A little too short for a fic.

So I'll leave it up to you. 'Cause I? Don't really care one way or the other.

This was intended as a response to a certain someone's newest and exceptionally sweet addition to their library of work. So yes, it does have 383 implications. Let this be your fair warning. You don't like that pairing? Don't read it.

I wasn't going for incredible. Hell, I wasn't even going for impressive. I was just.. going. So don't expect anything genius. 'Cause you won't get it.

It was written as a thank you. On a particularly shitty day. In an attempt to cheer myself up. So do me a favor. If you must make snide comments? Do it behind my back. I'm not in the mood to defend my writing today. Seeing as how I already think it sucks.

That said. The title is Rocket Science.

Random, I know. You'll understand. Or maybe you won't.

..Whatever.

I'll try not to complain. I know that's a pisser, baby. )

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As lost as I get, I will find you.. [02 Mar 2005|07:57pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | Nine Inch Nails - We're in This Together Now ]

Chapter two of Home has arrived. Delayed by my own apathy and the ongoing battle against midterm exams.

Got three of friday.

Woo. Fuckin'. Hoo.

Anyway. Here we go.

Timeframe : Directly after the Prologue.

Character switches are denoted by --'s. Fuyu controls Gonou. I have.. >.> Patient #3807.

And she starts.

Enjoy.

The Awakening. )

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I rock a lawsuit when I'm goin' to court. [25 Feb 2005|03:54pm]
[ mood | irritated ]
[ music | Good Charlotte - I Just Wanna Live [Say. Nothing.] ]

So I was in my PoliSci class today. And as I was pulling out my notebook, I knocked my reading glasses off the desk and onto the floor. Yeah, that's cool. No big deal. I lean down to pick them up.

Most disgusting crunch I've ever heard in my life. It seriously turned my stomach.

A single booted foot. Had descended quite obtrusively upon them.

And this common cretin.--No. Scratch that. Very clearly their leader.--Is grinning down at me. I mean really, you could almost hear him say 'ahyuck.'

And he goes. 'Aw, man. Sorry, bro. My bad.'

Let me make a few things clear. One. I am not your brother. Two. You're damn right it's 'your bad.' Three. Your overwhelming scent of blatant stupidity is practically suffocating. And four? If you're trying to pretend to be apologetic, don't laugh. It really ruins the facade.

This is clearly a case of why the murder of worthless things should be legalized. And also why I should be in charge of it.

Seriously. University life is bullshit. Childish, frivolous, obnoxious bullshit. I honestly think my white ass got more respect in an inner city highschool. At least then the bastards knew that yeah, I may not have the advantage of mass on my side, but I am most certainly 134 pounds of seething anger. And I will not hesitate to hand your ass to you if I do feel so inclined.

::Cough.:: So I think I'll hand him a receipt after I get 'em fixed. And see just how much he wants to fuck with me. [/End pointless rant.]

So! Look at this. Finally getting around to posting the first chapter of our fic. And check us out, it's even got a snazzy title. Home. I know you're impressed. Don't try to deny it.

Alright. Now here's the deal. I'm lazy, so it's still pretty much in RP format. I spaced it [Double space between paragraphs, another between posts] and put quotation marks around the dialogue. But that's about it. I'll break it down for you. Really easy. Witness : Fuyu controls Gonou. I control Gojyo. She posts first. Then me. Then her. Then me. And so on.

Got it? I certainly hope so.

If it gets confusing, let me know. I'll try to clarify and edit again to the best of my ability.

Aren't you ashamed of the life you're livin'? )

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You conquered the world, and more. Heaven's door. [21 Feb 2005|08:24pm]
[ mood | creative ]
[ music | Styx - Suite Madame Blue ]

Ahahah.. Merciful Goddess I despise being sick.

So! >.> I've still yet to do any work on those other fics down there. They've kinda been.. put on the backburner for now.

However. HOWEVER! <.< Don't stop reading just yet.

Fuyu and I are currently working on a fic together. And because it's so fascinating, it has captivated the entirety of my attention.

Therefore. To hold you guys over until I actually get those individual ones done. I'd like to share with you a story idea I came up with while she and I were discussing Sanzo's state of mind in the burial flashbacks. We developed it and just kinda.. went with it. So here we go.

Set to the same time as the beginning of the Gensomaden Saiyuki series. However. The plot line is entirely fucked up. You see..

Genjo Sanzo, our.. hardly lovable priest. At the ripe young age of twenty-three. Is in a psychiatric ward. >.>

Oh, I know. You scorn and scoff. Pah. Before you go around biting my head off, give me a second to explain.

In his time at Keiun Temple, shortly after Jikaku is killed, an eighteen year old Sanzo.. well. I can't tell you exactly what happens, because that would certainly spoil the surprise, now wouldn't it? But. For now, all you need to know is he does something to get him shipped off to a psych ward.

But wait! There's more.

It just so happens. One of my most favorite characters.. gets a job at said ward.

I'll give you three guesses. The first two don't count.

Yeep. You got it. Gonou.--Noo, not Hakkai! Gonou. See. In this plotline, Kanan was not taken. She and Gonou live.. sorta happily with their child, Aiko. And, of course, the kappa.

Yes. We even brought that redheaded bastard into it.

Uncle Gojyo. Muaha. The drama never ends. ::Steeples his fingers maniacally.::

Granted, Gojyo and Kanan get along poorly. Gonou and Kanan are on the rocks. Couldn't have anything to do with the fact that I hate Kanan with an undying passion, nope. Not at all. ..Shut up. No one asked you. And Goku, poor monkey, is still calling to Sanzo from his mountain prison.

But yeah. So anyway. For a while, all three of them were living off of Gojyo's gambling earnings. But Gonou, you know how he is. He issues about not being able to provide for his daughter.--Who, might I add, is actually his. Yes indeed.--So he takes the job.

The fic actually starts with a rather humorous scene between Gojyo and Gonou. But because we have yet to edit it, I'll introduce you through the starting of the next chapter.

This was the introduction to said chapter. Written by yours truly. To set up the scene for Gonou's entrance.

Oh. And a sidenote. This was written in our RP style. The only editing I did was to the spacing for impact and separation of ideas. If, for some reason, you guys were looking for an example. Here you go.

So if you're sufficiently interested.. take a look.

It might surprise you.

I'm beside myself, because there's no one else.. )

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Eh.. Biting the bullet. [01 Feb 2005|09:10pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]
[ music | A Perfect Circle - The Noose ]

Suppose I might as well get this beautiful disaster over with..

Nothing I had originally intended to write. The first sentence rolled through my mind as I was staring at the clock in class. So I went with it.

For your reading pleasure. A generic, inside look at Sanzo's personal brooding.

But keep in mind..

I never promised you Yeats. )

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