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09 October 2010 @ 07:35 pm
So. Youmacon. 2010. Be there or be square. Or something.
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
28 August 2010 @ 10:02 pm
Current Location: Jesse's House
Current Mood: busybusy
28 August 2010 @ 10:01 pm

YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never really clicked, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my flist, so let me know with whom I'm friends!

1. Your Middle Name: Sue
2. Age: 18
3. Single or Taken: Single
4. Favorite Movie: Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas
5. Favorite Song or Album: A Little Piece Of Heaven by A7X
6. Favorite Band/Artist: The Used
7. Dirty or Clean: Dirrrty
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: no tattoos yet, but 5 piercings
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ? yep!
10. What's your philosophy on life? Live like your gonna die tomorrow
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty? Half full
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest? probabaly
13. What is your favorite memory of us? Japanese Class freshman year
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure? ...Glee
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: I notice accents really easily?
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they? uh, never ending money, love, and all access to all anime conventions?
17. Can we get together and make a cake? surrrreeeee
18. Which country is your spiritual home? where ever my mamma is!
19. What is your big weakness? procrastination
20. Do you think I'm a good person? yep
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school? Japanese
22. Describe your accent mid-eastern, Michigan?
23. If you could change anything about me, would you? i wish you were around more
24. What do you wear to sleep?a nightshirt usually
25. Trousers or skirts? trousers
26. Cigarettes or alcohol? alcohol
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!) secure ourselves for the zombie apocolyps
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you? oh gawd yes
Current Location: Jesse's house
Current Mood: hyperhyper
04 February 2010 @ 04:53 pm
Well, it's Gracie's 19th birthday on Sunday, and I'll be a-traveling up North for two hours with her mom to Grand Rapids. Her mom who is like Super-Christian lady. Scary lady who thinks of me as a "hooligan" and “jail-bait” (All words she has called me…to my face :D)for teaching her child what should have been taught at the age of 10. In her dorm room for 3 days.

What's that little kitty? Excited? Why yes, I think I am excited.

A college dorm. Who'd a-thunk it.

Any way....My AP class is reading The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain, and I want to bang my head against the wall. Oh, I appreciate his humour, it's quite biting in fact, but I cannot for the life of me understand any of these dialects. arggggh.

Riley? Are you there? Come visit Grace and I over the weekend....
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic
31 January 2010 @ 05:53 pm
So, I'm pretty excited about this college mumbo-jumbo. I just registered for EMU orientation...which was pretty nerve wracking, I felt like I was going to puke the whole time. It's coming up in March, which is only a month away. Man, people aren't joking when they say that senior year goes by fast. :P In a couple days I have to send in a FREAKIN' HOUSING CONTRACT. How am I going to live through this stress? Le sigh. Oh, and I have to call the Financial Aid Office sometime soon to see if scholarships work for deposits, they should right?

P.S. isn't my icon purrdy?
Current Location: My bed, under the covers
Current Mood: nervousnervous
Current Music: Nevershoutnever
14 January 2010 @ 05:13 pm
They're out. I squealed. It was exciting.

ain't it great? He looks like a mini-grimmjow <3
Current Location: mah bed
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: sleeping sickness by city and color
18 November 2009 @ 07:20 pm
I really need to start writing again. I can seriously feel my brain melting from lack of creative stimuli.

Anyway, I was accepted into all the colleges I applied to, (Go Me!), and I still don't know which one to go to. I'm seriously thinking of Eastern, simply because they have an on site clinic for the profession I want to go into.

School is pretty boring, simply because I have a ton of English classes that are supposed to be hard (come now, AP you can do better than that, seriously), and my graduating class is a bunch of morons? Maybe? Yes, I think so. (jeez, Kyle, if you say that "Jew" is a race one more time...) I took the Shakespeare class to be stimulated (both the good and bad ways :D) but all I end up doing is catching up on my sleep. OH! Mrs. Salach pulled out her handy-dandy condom kit in class today, to show us all the ingenious little subtleties that they have, all wrapped in a convenient package.

I need to see some old friends...like Riley, Mr. Hickey and Grace. I need to catch up on my sleep (grievously so)and I also really, really, really need to CLEAN MAH ROOM!

I NEED TO WRITE MOAR! did I mention that? Because I need to write moar. Devotion is seriously lacking, the poor thing. I feel bad for starving it.

GAH, whoever said that being a senior is the easiest thing to do for all four years will die. I will hunt them down, string them up by their balls, and then make them beg for mercy.

Youmacon was fun, lulz. Except for the part about me blowing up in Grace's face. >.< oh, well, it's all better now :D

Brand new - Jesus Christ lyrics

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
It'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
But with nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I wont know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Because this problem's gonna last
More than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ I'm not scared to die
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot
Do I float through the ceiling

Do I divide and fall apart
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
This ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you'll come in the night like a thief
But Ive had some time alone to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared Ill get scared and I swear Ill try to nail you back up
(everyone now)
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So Ill know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you'll come for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails,
Trying to turn our hate in factories
But, we all got wood and nails
tongue tied in hate factories
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
tongue tied in hate factories
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine
Current Location: MAH ROOM
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
Current Music: Jesus Christ by Brand New
28 September 2009 @ 06:28 pm
I can't wait! I get to be all alone (kinda) with Kayleigh! WOOT!

...sorry this is so short? just needed to get it out...
Current Location: Basement
Current Mood: excitedexcited
Current Music: whatever is in my head at the moment
19 August 2009 @ 12:48 am
okay! so, I'm currently starting to write again, and I would like it if anyone can give me feedback? Maybe love? lulz.

Here goes:

Title: Agony
Rating: NC-17, maybe M depending on your constitution.
Cautions: Self Mutilation, self loathing and character death. AU? Probably.
AN: This will be quite short. I had been toying with the idea for a couple weeks and started writing, but couldn’t make it sound the way I wanted it to. I think I got it now, though…

The blade was frozen as it sliced through flesh. The pain and the bitter cold combined into a painful ecstasy for Sasuke. Feeling his skin tear and rend jaggedly, he let out a long moan. This was the only thing that could possibly make him feel better now. The feel of the razor as it ripped his skin apart and stitched his soul back together was welcomed. After the agonizing battle with his brother, Sasuke lost all hope for the future. His vendetta against Itachi was everything for him. Everything. Never had he considered what his life would be like after this grudge was over. How he had to pick up the shattered remains of what was his life. His careless throwing away of all his companions had been merciless and sorrowing.

As another line of hate was forever etched into Sasuke’s wrist and across its many brothers, blood beaded up through the cut, vermilion on sallow, and dripped down his arm in random patterns. Sasuke watched his lifeblood as it pooled around his bare feet, filling the cracks in the tile below.

Now, the tile was forever stained, just like his fouled soul.

Sasuke looked up into the cracked mirror in front of him. The fractured image showed Sasuke in his true form. Dark shadows under his eyes, stress lines around his mouth, prominent cheek bones from malnutrition. All of it collided to form the shattered remnants of Uchiha Sasuke, the vengeful boy turned spiteful, hate filled teen.

Feeling the dull throb of his wrists, Sasuke looked down and knew what was going to happen. He could feel the blood rush towards his wrist as his body scurried to coagulate his self mutilation. He stepped into his full tub and sank down to his knees, letting his hands skim the top of the water. It was beautiful the way the water took his essence and turned itself pink.

Like the water was washing away his sins.

It wasn’t real, though. Nothing could ever take away what he was. He was just a murderous, self righteous prick. Sinking back into the water, Sasuke took a deep breathe. The air filled his lungs and cleared his mind. The bath was pungent with sweat and the metallic scent of blood. The motions of his body disturbed the water, in turn gently swaying the serrated edges of his skin. Letting his head fall back, Sasuke picked up the razor and stared at it. The light glinted of the edge causing the blood dried to it look slightly pink. The edge dug into his finger creating yet another line of self disgust. The droplets dripped down his arm and into the tainted water, producing wispy swirls of red.

Angling the blade towards his delicate, welted wrist, Sasuke sank the edge as deep as it could sink and jerked. The bite was refreshing. The bite was horrible. His now mutilated wrist was gaping, showing muscle and fragments of bone. Sasuke looked on dispassionately as his skin screamed in agony. He took a deep breath and held it. Then gave way to terror. The blood came gushing out faster than ever before, causing Sasuke to gasp and drop the blade and lose it in the murky water. His other hand raced up, desperately, to try and stop the bleeding, but it was too late. He had done irrefutable damage. The tendons and ligaments had been torn and no amount of pressure would ever put them back together.

Just like his life.

His head felt heavy as torrent after torrent of lifeblood leaked out into the water. Whatever light had been clinging to life in his eyes faded and they became heavy, the fringes of his vision blurry and dark. His mind wandered to what he could have been, should have been. His anger and bitter thoughts bubbled inside him just like the blood now bubbling out of his body.

Finally, Sasuke thought, his will leaving him as he sunk deeper into the water, this agony can end.

AN: Okay. First off, I don’t hate Sasuke, but I think he is a very weak person. Emotionally, at least. He always seemed so cowardly to me. He had so much potential and he completely threw that away, like a child throwing a tantrum. I know what he wet threw was horrible, but that isn’t an excuse to use other people. (Do you think I thought about that too much? Lol) Reviews, comments, flames, or whatever would be nice. (Especially the reviews.)
Current Location: Living Room
Current Mood: curiouscurious
02 August 2009 @ 05:13 pm
well, seeing as I obviously have mental problems, I decided to dust off this old journal and start writing again. I'm nervous/excited about going into my senior year at high school and starting the college application process. Actually, I'm freaking out.

On another note, my dad recently passed away and i'm quite busy with the arrangements, meeting a side of my family i didn't know existed until a week ago, and dealing with the emotional stress that brings. i feel horrible because i haven't really cried yet...is that weird?
Current Location: front porch
Current Mood: distresseddistressed
Current Music: Billy talent, Rusted From the Rain