Laurent rant (the vampire from Twilight)

LAURENT IN A BATHROBE! Laurent in a bathrobe in the sun? I wonder how Laurent would sparkle? I wouldn't expect it'd be white because Laurent's African American. Maybe he'd sparkle, I dunno, grey? Maybe crimson because he eats people? Little reddish glow? Maybe.
God, but I love him. I seem to have a thing about liking characters who are usually just there...to be there. I LOVE Laurent for some reason. I'm not particularly fond of vampires (they smell funny) and yet have a particular liking for those characters who are wrongly shunned.
Bella gave me the idea the other night when we were talking about Edward {Cullen} in a bathrobe and then she said out of the blue 'Laurent in a bathrobe! No, Laurent in boxers or briefs, whatever you like better!' I elbowed her in the ribs and told her to stop planting these thoughts in my head. It does not help that I'm in my perverted stage. Bad Akiga.
Laurent's probably my favorite character in the series, even when he only lasted a book and a half, arguably less. Less than half a book! That's not right!!
Laurent in boxers...in the sun...glittering like a single onyx stone..heh heh...

'Scuse me about this peeps; JACOB BLACK IS THE WORST WEREWOLF EVER!! HE NEEDS TO DIE!! Sorry for the violent rant. Bella knows what I'm talking about.
Maybe I could kill Jacob Black with with an ice skate, ball point pen, a glass of sparkling grape juice, broken keyboard, a live cat, video camera, coffee mug and piece of foil. Dunno, maybe? (see Imma eat Chu post). He'd probably kill me. But he killed Laurent. I'd kill him until heaven gets tired of taking him and send him to hell, and then I'll kill him again to make sure he's good and dead. I have nothing against Jacob personally, because he has good intentions, but he always tries to execute them in the wrong way. Stupid bastard. I have a thing for hating everyone names Jacob. That's depressing.
I want a Laurent plushie. If anyone knows where I can get one, I will love you. Forever. If not, I'll make one. If I ever learn how to make a plushie. If I ever remember to tell myself to learn how to make a plushie. And I'll make an Edward one for Bella. If I remember. Which I won't becasue I have, like, a three second memory.
I wonder if Laurent tutored me in Pre-Al, I would be doing better? Unfortunatly, he's DEAD, so I'll never know. Dang it. I figured that if I could get tutored, I'd be doing better, but tutors are just a bunch of morons who think they know something but don't.
Oh, and I wanted to kiss an undead. If I had to kiss one, it might as well be a dreadlocky vampire! God. But NOOOOOOOO. He had to be killed off.

How I run

Someone asked me to put up a list of how I run. Well, let's see;

25% food/water
10% sleep
20% writing/creative outlet (that's 50%)
30% human connection or stimulation (that's...*gets out a calculator*80%)
10% animal connection or stimulation
5% music
2% fingernails (for those day to day chores like raking someones eyes out, and that's 97%)
3% negative criticism.

This is how I roll.

Suicide Hotline

"Suicide Hotline: DON'T DO IT"

Lawl.

OMG IT'S BATMAAAAAAN!

Kay, so I was totally listening to Pet for the ninth time this morning, and I suddenly heard

LALALALALALA I AM THE JOKER, WALKING THROUGH THE STREET. GASP OMG IT'S BATMAAAAAAAN! YAY BATMAN OVER HERE!! in this REALLY annoying voice. For a while, I didn't know what the hell was happening. Then I clicked on one of the tabs that I had up on the desktop and realized that I had accedentally clicked on a flash movie that was the Joker and Batman. Look, here it is;

http://dark--romance.deviantart.com/art/The-Joker-And-Batman-Flash-105061738

Wow

A few days ago (before school let out for the winter holiday) I was in the computer lap and some girls in front of me were screwing around and browsing deviantART.com. These are the kind of girls who think their better than everyone else and that they're {do I dare say the dreaded word?} popular. To my alarm and shock, I heard the words 'Akiga', 'Akira', and 'Bshir' being thrown around a lot in a whisper. I stood up a little bit in my seat and...

THEY WERE LOOKING AT MY DEVIANTART GALLERY, READING MY STORY!!

Apparently, they had no idea that the creator of both was right behind them. Here's the conversation I managed to pick up;

Caitlin; This one's pretty good.
Taylor; Meh, I've seen better.
Caitlin: That's true. OMG, look at this picture!
Julia: Are those boys ...kissing?!?!

I was embarrassed and thanked GOD that I hadn't put any of my pictures on the account. Geeze.

Imma eat chu

Today, I was considering becoming and homicidal maniac. Yes, I really was planning out how I would kill a person with different materials. One of them was an ice skate, another was a ball point pen, another was a glass of sparkling grape juice, another was a broken keyboard, another was a live cat, another was a video camera and another was a coffee mug. You can literally kill someone with ANY-FREAKING-THING. I keep wondering how you can kill someone with a piece of foil, but I'm sure it'll come to be eventually.

Does this disturb me that I'm planning to kill people?

Yes. Yes it does.

But hell, it's fun.

Um, I'm listening to Pet; Perfect Circle which is my beast song, and I hit 191 pages in my novel just now, so totally beasting, dude.

Kay, so Dana has her obsessive moments in life, and right now that's a Gameboy Color and Pokemon Crystal. She beasts all games on a Gameboy. Dammit, and I can't even get past the first level in freakin' Donkey Kong. Seriously.

Ah, I've been loosing sleep lately, but now we're on winter break, so I should be able to get some good sleep in. That's good. Maybe my lack of sleep (and slowly going insane because of the latter) is what made me think about going nuts and homicidal on people with an ice skate, ball point pen, a glass of sparkling grape juice, broken keyboard, a live cat, video camera, coffee mug and piece of foil. Dunno, maybe?

I'm a little bit worried right now. Lately, I've been eating a lot more that I usually do. And I mean a fuckin' LOT more than normal. And it's not just once in a while; it's becoming an daily thing. My mom says I'm going through another growth spurt, but we're still waiting for the growth part of that growth spurt. Usually the thought of eating too much makes me feel sick. Now I'm always hungry. I woke up this morning literally moaning in pain and clutching my stomach because I was literally starving because I hadn't had a lot of dinner the night before and I'd only had half a sandwich for lunch. It was, like, gurgling like it was being drowned or something. Even right now I'm freaking hungry.

Imma eat chu, kay?

Holy great shivers of the above!!

It's been a while. Just becasue I've been working mostly on Hiccups. Bad me. I've been working on my novel....Well, here's a list of all the things I've done worth noting in the space of two some months;

•Nearly tipped a large, round table onto a stupid sixth grader (in church).
•Managed over 180 pages in my novel
•Did a hard-ass Social Studies, Science, and English project
•Bought a pocket watch (makes me look gangster).
•Had fun talking with Bella
•Finished Eclipse.
•Started and is now more than half-way through Breaking Dawn.
•Had a birthday
•Opened presents
•Bought lunch for my mom
•Watched Series of Unfortunate Events with Bella and got high on Mountain Dew and played with a cat toy and nearly broke it (and Bella).

There. Now you know.

God doesn't make junk

God didn't make the earth for us to put junk on it. That's our job.

The Junk Food of the Food Pyramid

The Junk Food of...

Vegitables; French fries (basically deep-fried slivers of a root)

Fruits: Crystalized pineapple (why the hell do they call it pineapple; it doesn't look like an apple or a pine tree)

Dairy: Ice Cream (but that's a huge surprise)

Grain: Pastries (cinnimon rolls included)

Meats: (This was a really hard one) I don't know; pork rinds?

Junk Foods: Um.....all of the freaking above?

Bshir!

Q; How did you come up with the name of Bshir?
A: Actually, it came from a kid in my little brother’s kindergarten class named Bshir. I loved the name and thought it was cool and mysterious and a little standoffish; just like Bshir.

What do you like about Bshir’s character?
He’s always got a cool head, and he thinks things over before he does it.

What don’t you like about him?
He’s very cold and too shy. He’s terrified of his space bubble being invaded, so he’s not all buddy-buddy with many people.

What advice would you give Bshir?
He really needs to lighten up and be more of a kid. He;s only sixteen and he acts like he’s in a lot of torture.

What’s your favorite Bshir phrase?
Haru kept yelling at Bshir to bite him and make him into a werewolf, and Akira kept telling him that Bshir would never do something like that, and Bshir goes ‘Well, maybe if I really really wanted to.”

Laurent interveiw

Actually, after a quick poll with my friends, I learned that Laurent is the most questionable in the entire book so far. I’m using the same questions from Quail’s interview.

Q; How did you come up with the name of Laurent?A: I actually got the idea from Stephenie Meyer’s Laurent in Twilight and New Moon, and for some reason I was in love with the idea of a black supernatural and the name Laurent. I really like Laurent’s character idea, but hated the idea of making him a bad guy (it was a round this point that I figured Laurent should be a in a wheelchair) so he ended up being the good guy. Or the better-than-he-could-be guy.

What do you like about Laurent’s character?He’s mostly calm, and he has a photographic memory. He’s a good lateral thinker, very understanding, and very kind (he once let Molly give him cornrows because she was bored and wanted to experiment).

What don’t you like about him?
Laurent is not at all self-assured and he has a tendency of holding grudges. He can get angrily emotional sometimes, like when he’s fighting or when safeties of his friends are endangered.

What advice would you give him?Laurent tends to live in the past, especially when it comes to his late wife, Gene, so he tends to miss out on the things he has. He needs to take time to appreciate the people he has in his life, not worry about what happened to the people who were in his life before.

What’s your favorite Laurent phrase?Laurent has all this dry humor that usually breaks the ice. Usually, when people are angry with him, they tend to point out the obvious and he just reinforces that. It happened when Akira got mad at him, and she said ‘I’m angry!” and Laurent just sat there and said “Yes, I can see that.” Another one is where he’s getting cornrows from Molly, and he says to Haru, “I’m a pacifist” and Haru’s like, “Does being a pacifist mean that you’re willing to get your hair braided?” and Laurent’s like “Yeah” in this really heavy tone.

No longer dead.

I realized that it's been a while since I've gotten well-written email. I've also meant to pay for a laptop, train for a half-marathon, reduce my carbon footprint, learn how to polka, and adopt a three-legged wolf. You know what they say about good intentions.

A funny Jasper and Jack Moment

Laurent started rolling back and forth in a little circle, as if to start pacing. Jack watched him circling by walking in a very regal circle on the spot. He smoothed his jacket, looking annoyed when he found that Laurent’s claws had dug little holes into the pinstripe fabric. Molly appeared back from behind Jasper and, in a blink of an eye, Jack had stolen Jasper’s hat once more and crammed it onto his head, grinning as it quite pleased with himself. Jasper walked up, a furious expression on his handsome face, and he knocked Jack over with a rather childish but effective kick to the shins. It took a moment for the pain to register, it had such a high destination to run up, but after a moment, Jack crumpled and, as he fell, Jasper snatched his hat back with his teeth and bent his arm awkwardly, which received a gasp of shock from Molly and gave Akira the impression that Jasper had just attempted a very rude hand gesture. Jasper retreated to the bottom step of the stairway and sat down on it, looking mutinous. He obviously was not accustom to his hat being stolen with such fortitude.

Lately, I’ve been getting quite a few questions about my main villain, Quail. Naturally, someone finally asked me about him. Here are a few of the questions that one outrageous blog-reader asked me:

Q: How did you come up with the name of Quail?
A: Actually, it just came out of the blue because I needed a name for him. I actually now really like the name, so it just sort of stuck.

What do you like about Quail’s character?
He’s very self assured and has a lot of confidence.

What don’t you like about him?
Where to begin? He doesn’t have a lot of people’s skills and tends to want to get things out of brute force instead of asking nicely like a good boy. He also can be a bit of a glutton when the time comes and he’s a bad with swearing—he does it all the time!

But Quail is a good friend to some people. Why not others?
Quail has a sense of pride; when he and Akira were kids, they hated each other, and he can’t swallow his pride and make up with her. If that’s what you were talking about.

What advice would you give Quail?
Enjoy the little things in life instead of trying to find something huge.

What is your favorite Quail phrase?
Quail came back from the dead and approached Akira, and she said ‘But I killed you.” and Quail goes “Really; why wasn’t I informed?”

Procrastination.

Me: Hey Clint, check out this book I found on ebay!

Clint: The Idiot's Complete Guide to Overcoming Procrastination? Sounds interesting!

Me and Clint: ...

Clint: Meh, I'll read it later.


Mkay, so we both have horrible procrastination problems. This conversation actually happened, except The Idiot's Complete Guide to Overcoming Procrastination? was actually his science homework, so it actually went like this;

Me: Hey, Clint, shouldn't you be doing your homework?

Clint: Science homework? We had science homework?

Me: Yeah.

Clint:... Meh, I'll do it later.

I changed it to fit properly, but this conversation actually happened.

Click!

I tired to click on something on deviantART, but just as my mouse was over it, the thing moved. So I went to click on it again, and it moved back to it's original position. I did this for several minutes. Then I got mad.

So I got smart and put the mouse over the icon and then quickly went over to the place it usually would show up. Unfortunatly, it didn't work; the icon actually stayed where it was. So I went to click on it.

It moved.


Eventually, I just gave up and started typing my story.

Damn.

Myspace

I somehow stumbled onto my sister's myspace account. I was about to exit out of it, when one of her friends suddenlly popped up and said hi. I think I'll just watch it for a while. Wahahaha...

Pairings; An Entry in my Composition Book.

Hmm, lately, even before I got the book published, some pairing have popped up. It’s actually interesting to read what people mail me in the pairing's category. Here are some of the more common ones;
• Akiru (Akira and Haru)
• Mollent (Molly and Laurent, despite the eight year different. I quite like this one, actually.)
• Yuktor (Yuki and Victor. Yuktor sounds like some fucked up superhero; “I am the Yuktor. Yar!)
• Akirer (Akira and Jasper)
• Yukru (Yuki and Haru.)

They all have interesting names, don’t they...? Anyway, there are other couples, but these are the ones I see most often, so these are the ones that got jot down. I actually like Molly and Laurent, although the eight year difference and the fact that he’s a werewolf could be...problematic.
I also get a lot of complains on how I make Haru, Jasper and Akira a love triangle. Sometimes I see Laurent’s name pop up, but then it’s a love diamond, which isn’t nearly as catchy as love triangle. In my opinion, Haru and Jasper are not alike in any way; Jasper’s much more solemn and moody (cheer up, emo kid!) and Haru has a much bouncier personality. He’s a bit insane; which makes me think ‘Shouldn’t it be Haru with the straight jacket, not Jasper?’.
Another issue is the Laurent and Molly pairing. People have really got riled up over this. I’m actually a little afraid on how strongly some people feel about these two together. I, personally, love these two in a pair; they’re very ying-yang. Jasper is actually one of the main characters that Molly ends up with. He’s so popular...! All the pairs seem to revolve around him; do you notice that?
Yep. Quail, Yuki, Victor, Tess, and Bshir are all in another category. Actually, Jasper doesn’t end up with anyone; he is sort of like Molly’s brother. You know, Jasper is younger than Molly. But you are thinking ‘But she’s thirteen and he sixteen; how is this possible, you crazy sadist?’ Well, Molly made Jasper when she was about seven, so technically that makes Jasper... (does the math) Jasper is only about six, maybe seven. WHOA! Crazy! Isn’t the world amazingly insane?
I was thinking about doing Yuki and Quail for a while, but after Quail died, that made things...difficult. I actually liked Quail’s character; he’s a lot of fun to write.
On the subject of Jasper (not really, I skipped over to him) he’s actually really fond of reading comic books. I don’t understand him that much, and he’s my character! For a serious guy, he’s really just a kid on the inside. But he really needs to smile more. He’s just a dark little raincloud in the story, that Jasper. Um, he likes the Saw movies, but he can never watch them because Molly won’t put it in the DVD player for him. So he usually reads his comic books and talks to his hat. He’s a complex individual (laughs).
There are a lot of lycanthropes that I wish I could write more about in the story, like Felix, Tess, and Bshir (Bshir actually comes back at the end of the book for Christmas and gives Akira a severed deer head). I really like the names of all the lycanthropes. Quail came as a spur of the moment, because nothing else seemed to fit. I considered other things, but after Quail went into the character, nothing else was just right (if Quail’s last name was On a Waffle, he’d be Quail on a Waffle).
Unfortunately, Quail isn’t very well liked. I’m a big fan of the villain in this book; usually I hate them. But Quail is just so much fun to write as; he’s so confident and sarcastic. He has a ponytail—really!
Oh wow, this is long.
I mentioned that Jasper likes comic books. He reads Johnny the Homicidal Maniac mostly, along with an assortment of manga (Japanese comic books). He’s been neglecting his reading lately; he hasn’t been reading his books much. Actually he likes to watch Molly play video games, which she’s quite good at.
About Laurent. There’s not much in here about him, is there? Hmm, there’s not a lot to dig up about him. He was able to walk until he was seventeen, when he got into a pack fight that damaged his calf muscles so much that he could never walk. He can, in fact, although not as quickly as a strong lycanthropes, run in wolf form, but otherwise he has to be in a wheelchair or be carried. He’s black; a lot of people don’t believe that he’s black. When he adopted Akira, it was more like a pitying movement, but after a short while he felt more like an uncle to her. As a kid, he grew up in Africa. His parents and him migrated to Tennessee shortly after he turned six, where he live until he was fourteen. Then he ran away to the mountains, where he lived until he was seventeen. After the pack fight, he lived another year as a friendly stray. He was adopted by Gene, his wife to-be, who ended up seeing who he really was. When she died of typhus a few years after Akira joined them, Laurent raised Akira into the strong, stubborn woman she is today, because that was what Gene had wanted. After Akira left, he returned to the mountains, where he was soon beaten and chased out because he would not reveal the location of Akira’s whereabouts. He traveled to Akira’s hometown, therefore entering the story.
When I originally designed Laurent’s character, he had a thick beard and dreadlocks. The beard went away almost immediately; is got in the way too much. Besides, Laurent’s actually only twenty one or twenty two; the beard would give him an unnecessary, elderly look to him. I settled with some thin stubble to give him a scruffier look, but I kept the dreadlocks...because I really, really liked them.
None of the other characters are as old as Laurent is, but Yuki is close, so naturally I immediately thought that she would be with him. But after a while, a friend of mine suggested that I put Laurent and Molly together because it was cuter, and the ages were further apart and less likely to happen. I hadn’t even thought of that! I fell in love with it! So now Laurent and Molly are the hit couple. Yay! Some people don’t like the two of them in a pair, but you can’t please all of the people all of the time.
A friend of mine said the other day that Yuki and Haru should get together. Personally, I’m not fond of Yukru, and they don’t end up together. Everyone gets made because Haru doesn’t end up with Akira either. I got lots of hate mail in my email. I spent two hours the other day clearing it out...
I’m pretty surprised at the amount of feedback from people about my story. Actually, I’m pleased for the most part. Even the hate mail made me happy; it gave me constructive criticism.
Don you know what surprises me? Although my story is for young adults and teens, it’s filled with inappropriate subjects; swearing, child labor, animal fighting, drug usage, bad parenting, and probably a lot of other stuff I’m too lazy to get down. I seriously JUST noticed that. I’m surprised that I honestly never noticed it. It’s not like I’m going to go through the story and take out all of the swears, but something like that surprises me.
Okay. Totally done with that. Going on Haru; he used to drink and once tried to snort cocaine, but he ended up not liking it. He sometimes chews nicotine gum because he ended up smoking for about four months.
Enough about that.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

Ten Things I Wish I Could Say
1. I'm afraid of falling in love again.
2. I believe the world is going downhill as we speak. It's just about time for everything to start falling apart.
3. I really wish sometimes I'd just die so that I can finally figure out if there's a heaven or not.
4. Will someone please listen to me?
5. What would the world be like if I were dead?
6Fuck all those people who think they’re better than everyone because their hair is straighter or something.
7. Woman need to be treated fairly.
8. I'm afraid of being alone.
9. I can’t be with people because they hurt me.
10. If you leave me, don’t talk to me. If you come to me, let me know you’re there. If you need me, I’ll know. If you need a shoulder to cry on, don’t rely on me.

Nine Things About Myself
1. I really hate some people.
2Big crowds make me dizzy.
3. I believe in God and Satan.
4. I like being different from the crowd by wearing what I want to wear.
5. I accept people for their faults, not their strengths, which they flaunt.
6. I doubt I’ll ever marry. Ever.
7. I hate heights.
8. I drink about a gallon to two gallons of water each day.
9. I hate myself sometimes.

Eight Ways to Win My Heart
1. Be someone I can pour my sole in, who will accept everything I have to say, and who gives me constructive criticism.
2. Telling me 'I love you'
3. Forget kissing I like hugs just the same.
4. Simple things like poems and little notes.
5. Holding me when I need to cry.
6. Loving me when I need to be loved.
7. Accept me for who I am.
8. Treat me like a normal person.

Seven Things That Cross My Mind a Lot
1. My religion. I’m currently atheist/Methodist and can’t choose who I am.
2. I want to draw but things are coming out horrible!
3. My boyfriend; he’s the sweetest boy ever.
4. Bloggin’
5. Friendship
6. My story, that I’m writing.
7. I don’t want to be alone, but being with people can suck.


Six Things I Do Before I Fall Asleep
1. Think
2. Read
3. Write
4. Toss and turn.
5. Think.
6. Close my eyes.

Five People Who Mean a Lot
1. Clint
2. Izzy
3. Bella
4. Hitomi
5. Jasper. Jasper in a straight jacket Jasper.


Four Things I'm Wearing Right Now
1. Dark wash jeans
2 A grey and Yellow striped, long sleeve shirt.
3. socks
4. glasses

Three Songs I Listen to a Lot - RECENTLY
1. Gomen nasai—T.A.T.U
2. Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws—The Nightmare before Christmas
3. I’m With You—Avril Lavinge

Two Things I Want to Do Before I Die
1. Adopt a scared little girl who really needs my help.
2. Get a book published.

One Confession
1. I need to be more considerate; I’m rather cold.

Hmm

God dammit I'm tired!!

Any post of mine that begins with 'God dammit I'm tired!!' is usually bad. I hardly slept all fall break...and I have to go to YOUTH tonight. If I'm like this on Halloween, I swear, I'm going to start going homicidal on a whole bunch of little monkeys dressed up like Scream and the Grim Reaper. YAR, OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!

I miss Clint. I really want to see him. Oh, but I'll get to see Bella tonight, and that's cool as well.

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Jasper. Jasper in a straight jacket Jasper? Yeah, that one.

I'm at Bella's house

It's true! She's sitting right next about me, one the same awesomtastical faux leather chair. I used Bella's word. Wh00t. Her laptop thingy is hard to type on; i've never done a post on a laptop before! OFF WITH MY HEAD! Yeah, I'm still using that in all of my notes to my boyfriend. It's weird; he hasn't said that hit bothers him yet, but I think he's worried about me going homicidal on a whole bunch of people with a ginormous axe thingy. And I would, too. Which is probably why he's so worried about it. ... I want to give Bella a little bit of space on Akiga's awesome blognessness so I can take over the world and she can be remembered as the awesome second in command of my extreme rule. Here's Bella:


Hey, Bella here! This is so cool, I'm part of Akiga history...I feel honored. This is a little info about me. I'm twilight addicted/obsessed if ya didn't already know. I had a dream about Edward this week...not that you needed to know...I'm a little twisted, yes indeed. Well, we're here at my house, and we're gonna watch a movie...I don't know which one yet. OH, another thing that you already know about me is that I LOVE EDWARD CULLEN!!!! I think he's a pure gentleman, and that he is way better than Jacob Black, because Jacob Black is AN IMMATURE JERK THAT IS NOT GOOD FOR BELLA AT ALL!!!! So, Jacob and go off in a hole and go ...uh...i'm too nice to say die...um...suffer. Oh, and I'm obsessed with pi, yes 3.1415926535, AND I have a crush on the SUPER HOT GUY that sits next to me in Biology...yes...I'm in biology...and i'm just 13...BUT...i'm almost 14! I turn 14 on Nov. 17, five days before the Twilight movie comes out...REJOICE!!!!

God bless,
Bella

Okaaaaaaaay...that was our Bella randomnessness for the night. I got a hug becasue I let her type on my blogness godness, She dropped a marble just now. And then she threw it on the table

IT WAS LOOOOOOOOUD! IT MADE MY EARS RING!! OF GOD SHE'S GOING TO DO IT AGAIN! OH BOY SHE CAUGHT IT INSTEAD! OH GOD SHE'S HAVING A SEIZURE (and dropped the marble on the floor)!! AND NOW SHE CAUGHT IT AGAIN! OH BOY! IT HURTS TO LAUGH!! SPAZ! WAHOO! SHE TRIPPED OVER HER BACKPACK THIS WEEK! WHOO!

I'm tired of the caps on. As is the randomness of ten minutes with Bella. (Oh God, help me).


EDWARD. IN. A. BATH. ROBE. She hurt her hand punching me and hitting it on the edge of the computer. And running into a shoe. I hope she doesn't have an asthma attack, becasue then she'll be on the floor going AAAARGEHED!!! CATA CATA CAta... *dead*.


I have to save Bella. Cheers!

Akiga Stalking

The Akiga stalking continues...
Okay, a couple weeks ago, I got a crazed fanmail from an unknown fanboy about my RPC. I copied this off his blog...And now I'm a little freaked out...
Be like Akiga:
I totally wrote a Wikipedia article on this, but it got deleted... So I’m putting it on my blog!

•Be very strong and not at all girly; don’t wear skirts or dresses, and if you do, don’t enjoy it. And let people know you don’t enjoy it.
•Wear lots of darker colors; purple, black and grays.
•Have long blonde hair between your shoulder blades and your waist and streak it with purple.
•Don’t be a leader. Don’t be extremely social.
•Have a very small group of friends whom you severely trust, and make sure that they trust you.
•Protect your friends, shun your enemies, hurt people who hurt you.
•Love big dogs and hate little dogs smaller than corgis.
•If you feel the need to punch someone, do so. Just don’t get caught.
•Don’t say anything unless you have something witty or important to say.
•Tell people little about yourself, but obsess over who they are to make sure you can trust them.
•Enjoy nature and be in touch with it.
•Have a high pain tolerance.
•Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry
•Subtly pick fights with people.
•Be kind to everyone, and at least civil to your enemies.
•Know all you can about dogs.
•Do not ‘intentionally’ start fights with people.
•Don’t let anything scare you. Akiga is very strong and isn’t easily scared.
•Be very strong, physically and mentally.
•Be VERY loyal to your friends, but don’t hesitate to hurt them and protect others if they try to hurt you.
•Stay very calm, but admit to being hot-blooded. Be like a tiger, relaxed and content one moment, fierce and angry the next, or just make come backs quite coolly.
•If you can manage it, act like a wolf when you are angry (ergo; growl when your upset or bare your teeth when you’re unhappy)
•Act very much like a wolf does every day; look away when you’re depressed or feeling shy, lean your head back a little when you’re angry, etc.
•When you’re frustrated, bite yourself excessively.
•Strongly dislike getting shots or going to the doctors.
•Don’t talk to people about your problems, and don’t expect people to sympathize you or understand what you’re thinking.
•Be a lone wolf when faced with a problem. Hate it when people butt into your situations.
•Speak politely when you’re mocking people, and rarely be sarcastic.
•When you’re annoyed with someone, ignore them until they apologize.
•Don’t be afraid to take the blame for something you did; lie sparingly.
•Beat yourself up sometimes when you fail at something and insist you can do better even if you know you can’t.
•Like manga and anime.
•Have a severe fascination with Japanese things.
•Stand by what you believe in.
•Hate very small children (between 3 and 8) but love babies.
•Dislike having to help out when it comes to little children between 3 and 8.
•Be able to easily ignore people who are being loud and annoying (this might take practice)
•Know exactly who you are and don’t try to be anyone else (except for Akiga).

Hmm.

I've noticed that it's been a while since I posted an actual word-for-word post. Maybe it's because I don't have anything good to say. Off with my head! Yaar~! *goes homicidal on a whole bunch of people*.

Lately, 'Off with his/her/my (and so on) head' has been my most commonly used phrase. When i write notes to Ryuu, it always seems to pop up somewhere. Like, I'll be writing in homeroom and realize that I was suppose to do my homework last night and never did it...

Me: You know what’s weird; I’m supposed to be doing my homework right now because I forgot to do it last night, but I’m lazy and don’t want to do it now. Off with my head!

...and such.

I also keep forgetting to write in pen. I always want to write in pen because it looks neater, but after I'm almost done, I;ll realize I've been writing with a pencil, and then I don't feel like erasing everything or otherwise rewriting then entire note. I do it EVERY TIME! Maybe I'm just not meant to write it in pen.

Well, whadda you know, I have stuff to talk about!


For all you waiting fans, i still have not thought of a meaning for hellspin. Damn.

10 things about Bella

1.She’s freaking beautiful!
2.She’s an awesome singer.
3.She’s groovy when she dances.
4.She’s got a beautiful personality.
5.Her eyes are copper-brown and lovely.
6.She’s quote thing awesomely.
7.She’s fun-sized.
8.She plays the cello in a kick-ass sort of way. Y’know...ass-kicking...cello... Yeah
9.She writes wonderfully.
10.She remembers inside jokes I don’t. (Edward in a bathrobe XP)


LOL XP super smily!

American McGee's Alice Trailer.

Akira Lupin Youtube

Bella's List for Mio.

1) she's beautiful inside and out
2) she is a GREAT SINGER
3) she's great at inventing words
4) she's groovy when she gets down!
5) she's the master of inside jokes!
6) she's a great friend who accepts other for who they are.
7) she's great at coming up with nicknames!
8) she can make anyone laugh!
9) she's perfectly proportioned.
10) she has cool clothes.


She said she'd come up with 10 good thingds about me. Crap, she actually did!

I kill you!!

Lots of youtubes. But I've never down this before...please bare with it.

Stuff you might want to know about me.

1) When I was in third grade, I wanted to tame bulls.
2) People thought i was a werewolf all my life.
3) Violent comics and shows make me laugh for some reason.
4) Blood makes my knees ache.
5) When I was five, I took dance. I sucked at it!
6) Being around too many people makes me very, very dizzy.
7) Getting hit by any sort of ball makes me freak out.
8) My pain tolerance in unusually high.
9) I got kicked in the chest all of the three times I went to Girl Scout camp. By a horse. A big one.
10) I drink from a half liter to two and a half liters of water every day, more if I'm on the computer a lot.
11) I have nver broken a bone or gotten burned by a fire.
12) When I was younger, I was terrifed of the Mulan villan Shan Yu.
13)I'm currently in love with Disney movies.
14) I'm awesome when it comes to quoting things.

I'M TWITCHING!! I'M TWITICHING!! I'M TWIIIIITCHIIIIING!!!

Non, non, just kidding. I did start twitching today in Global Studies...Anyway, I've been listening to the same song over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over for about...what two and a half hours? Maybe? I'm trying to memorize the lyrics.

Anyway, I'm pleased because my story is going along well, which pleases me. Anyway, Bells is making a video of us for some reason, and some how she always ends up getting hurt. Ahahahahah...! I have no idea why, though. Apparently it's because I'm not accident prone, but she's never seen me when I'm not paying attention!


I have to get off now because my sister wants to get on.





over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

Ten things Bella gave me about her.

1) I am a bit of a computer nerd, and enjoy making websites
2) I hate the color yellow, it's too happy!
3) I don't like cliche happy endings. Books with at least one death are good.
4) I hate the word "chuncky"
5) I get dizzy at the thought of needles.
6) I was obsessed with vampires in 1st grade, too.
7) In 4th grade I wanted to be a brain sergeon.
8) when I was little and most girls wanted to be a princess, I wanted to be a mermaid.
9) I used to take tap, ballet, and tumbling (which I totally stank at! I STILL can't do a darn sumersault!) when I was REALLY little!
10) I'm scared of balls, especially volley balls.
BONUS FACT (cause u r special!): I was attacked by a whole herd of fire ants at a young age (I accidently stepped on their nest). That same year, my brother was stung by a jelly fish. A few years ago, he was bitten by a baby shark! You see, my family has some curse that causes us pain!





She's getting a lot of publicity lately.

Bells.

Bella claims she can't dance, but really, she's the greatest robot master this side of the USA. ^_^




Ahh, dammit, it's short still!!

Jonny the Homicidal Manic in Pet By Perfect Circle.

Damn, what a long title. Anyway, mixing two of my many favorite things, like the song Pet by Perfect Circle, and Jonny the Homocidal Maniac, which I'll probably post about later.

More about Bella

Because it gives her a happy, tingling feeling.




Okay, so bella is obsessed with Edward Cullen (yes, the book character) and she looks uncannily like Bella in the movie (hence the nickname). She's not as clumbsy as the actual Bella, but it's a suitable nickname all the same.

Apperently, I bring joy to her life, which pleases me.

She also makes kick-ass music videos and shares some interests of mine. It's a short post, unfortunatly, and I know she wanted me to write more, but I can't remember what it is, so Lulz.




*Ed in a bathrobe (inside joke)*

Oh, wh00t

Oh, whoot, i got my youtube finally up on youtube. Oh, snap! (hums can't touch this) DANANANA, NANA, NANA, NANA can't touch this, DANANANA NANA NANA can't touch this.

0.0

That last post was loooooooong, damn. Ah, but I love Jasper so much...I just want to give him a big hug, the poor psycho.

Jasper's full Bio. XP

Name: Jasper
Age: Unknown, possibly sixteen (eternally)
Hair: Silver white
Eyes: Pale red

Bio:
Jasper is Molly’s ‘imaginary friend’, although refers to himself as an unknown being. He resembles a man in a restraining jacket, neither friendly nor unfriendly toward people.
For most of the book, Jasper is invisible to everyone except Molly (one of his many quirks of being an unknown being). This is a good thing; Jasper’s appearance is less than welcoming; as described in the book, he has a velvety, soft voice, and he is tall and thin with gauze around his navel for unknown reasons. He naturally wears all white except for his black boots, which go up to his knees and are somehow always laced (it’s thought that Molly ties them for him in the mornings of whenever they come untied). He wears a restraining jacket that hook his arms over his shoulders because when he first met Molly, he terrified her and she imagined him into the jacket, and so far there had been no success in removing it. He has silvery grey hair that hangs over his right eye, which is cursed because he frightened Molly; when he is angry or loses control of his emotions, the black veins next to his eye covers the right side of his face and gives him a sadistic side that thrives off of chaos. When he is in this state, he is able to move his arms out of his jacket at will. His left eye is dull, subtly red and he is insomniac. He also wears a top hat that has an eye in it that lets him see in all directions at once.
Jasper is insomniac and spends his nights gathering information about everyone in the world and watching over Molly. He has a strong, parental live for molly that escalates into a sort of ‘wanting to be more of a best friend bust still a best friend’ love for her. On more than one occasion, Molly asks him if he would like to kiss her. In such situations, he has to lie and say no to keep his right eye from getting a hold of him.
Among his many talents, Jasper can walk through walls, has perfect balance, can speak in many tongues and can balance things on his shoulder or in his hat, although he often loses things in it because it’s said that it has infinite space and, because he lacks the use of his arms, usually cannot find anything in it, unless it is balanced on the top of his head. The hat also serves as the ‘voice in Jasper’s head’, given by Molly to make sure, even when she wasn’t around, that he would toe the line and not lose control of himself. The hat explains on more than one occasion, although it has no actual dialogue in the book, that it neither enjoys nor approves being the voice in jasper’s head telling him right from wrong.
Jasper seems to be, at times, a bit unhinged; he has conversations with his hat (which he takes off with his feet and puts on the floor in front of him) and Molly’s pet rabbit, who he carried around the house on his shoulder. He seems very lost when it comes to his feelings and is strongly against troubling Molly with his problems. So of course, he troubles the bunny with them.

Laurent Quizzing Haru.

“Laurent,” Haru said suddenly, lowering his earphones, “quiz me.”
He handed Laurent his notebook and pencil, tapping his foot to the music around his neck.
“Um, okay,” Laurent tapped his temple with the eraser of the pencil and then wrote something in on the page. “A three kilogram object is dropped from rest at a height of five meters on a curved and frictionless ramp. At the foot of the ramp there is a spring of force constant to k=100 N/m. The object slides down the ramp and into the spring, compressing it at a distance x before coming to rest.
“A, Find x. B, does the object continue to move before coming to rest? If so, how high will it go up the slope before coming to rest?”
Haru was silent for a moment, slack jawed. Then he began counting on his fingers, lips pursed together and forehead puckered in concentration.
“No,” Laurent said just as Haru opened his mouth to say something. Laurent flipped the notebook’s pages to face Haru and, lo and behold, there was a picture of an elephant on a photocopy of a ramp on the page. “There’s and elephant on the ramp.”
Haru’s jaw dropped.






Ah, Laurent is full of surprises, isn't he?

Oh my God, a window!

A man and his bunny.

"Can't a man have an intellectual conversation with his bunny?"


~Jasper




Jasper is a character in my book. Although he is usually quite tactful, he often has his random moments. In this scene, he was talking to Molly's pet rabbit about his emotional problems while it was balance on his shoulder.

Bella

Bella is pretty much amazing. She's fun-sized, meaning she's utterly petite, but she's such a wonderful person!Bella's really obsessed with the Twilight series, and every time she sees a Volvo (the car Edward drives) or a guy who faintly resembles Edward, she freaks.



Hard.


Her are her signs that tell you that you're obsessed with Twilight:
How to know u are a twilight obbsessor
1) You scream "it's a volvo!" everytime u see one (which is what I just did, and my mom then proceeded to call me wierd...)
2) Everytime your angry, you have the strange urge to hiss
3) everytime u accidently make ur self bleed, you think "I wonder what my blood tastes like?" U then proceed to either taste ur blood, or just ignore it.
4) Everytime ur in a forest, u look for a vampire.
5) everytime u see a pale person, u all of a sudden have a stalker-like obbsession over them.
6)Every time u see a twilight car, u freak out!
7)U try to use the word irrevocably alot.
8) You find yourself thinking...If I were Bella/Edward/Alice in this situation, what would I do?
9) you start finding the boys at ur school boring.
10) You freakout whenever you see/hear the word twilight...

Do I fit into all of these categories...the answer is...YES!


I do worry about ehr sometimes, but in a good way...She was sick today during church and I felt bad for her. *does the lower lip thing*

She also doesn't like the title of my blog and can dance groovily. I call her Bella because she looks like the girl who plays Bella in the Twilight movie (and acts like her too...)


Ahh, dammit, I wanted to write more about her, but I can't remember what it was...*does the lower lip thing again*

Jasper Gets a cookie. ^_^

I am in love with Jasper and Alice. Jasper gets a cookie for being cute! ♥

Alice Cullen is quirkier than you are. (Ooh, burn)

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Ed. Ward.

More weird fears.

Somniphobia- Fear of sleep. Also problematic

Stasibasiphobia or Stasiphobia- Fear of standing or walking. Problematic as well

Trichopathophobia or Trichophobia- Fear of hair.Damn


Ommetaphobia or Ommatophobia- Fear of eyes.Wow

Optophobia- Fear of opening one's eyes Double damn

Panophobia or Pantophobia- Fear of everything This is rediculous

Peladophobia- Fear of bald people. I would've never known!

Parthenophobia- Fear of virgins or young girls. ... I doth not want to know.
I'll post more tommorrow

Recent Items

Okay, so on my computer there's a recent items box where I can click on a recently used item. Unfortunatly, my dad did some work this evening, and when I went to the recent items box, my file was no longer there (it'd been pushed off the list to make room for my dad's stuff). I tried to find it on the computer.



And couldn't find the file.



I'd forgotten where it was.


Let it be known that I no longer trust the recent items box.


The recent item box is demon.


And yes, I eventually found the file.

How doth one live whith Sitophobia?

Sitophobia or Sitiophobia- Fear of food or eating.



Hmm, this could become potentially problematic.

Do not read this.

Four feet ten inches!

Bella Spazzed on Me.

Okay, because I got in trouble for not putting this fact on my Alice Cullen post. Alice Cullen just so happens to be four feet and ten inches tall. She yelled at me over the email. Got it?



FOUR FEET TEN INCHES.

The Hellspin

I made up a new word. Hellspin. I'm not exactl sure what it means yet, but as soon as I do, I'll be sure to post it.


Say it.


Just say it.


It's fun to say.


Say it, you know you want to.


Hellspin.

Alice Cullen.

To my great surprise, I found that there was only a small portion I could dig up about Alice. (Damn...)


La la la, Alicenessness...


Alice Cullen (born Mary Alice Brandon) is the the adopted daughter of Carlisle and Esme, adoptive sister of Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett, and wife of Jasper. Alice is described as being petite and pixie-like, with a graceful gait and hair that is short, spiky, and black. Her special ability is to see the future, an enhanced version of her ability to have premonitions as a human. However, her ability is limited; she is only able to see the outcome of a decision once it is made. Due to this, decisions made in the spur of the moment can not be foreseen. Alice can see futures involving humans and vampires, though is unable to see the futures werewolves or half-breeds, such as Renesmee. In Breaking Dawn, Alice theorizes that she can see vampires very clearly because she is one, can see humans somewhat less clearly because she was one, and cannot see werewolves or half-breeds because she never was one. Alice is portrayed as being bubbly and optimistic, and loves and cares for Bella like a sister. Her hobbies include shopping, make-overs, and throwing parties. Alice's early history is very vague, as she remembers nothing of her human life and woke up as alone as a vampire. It is eventually revealed that she was born around 1901 in Biloxi, Mississippi and was kept in an asylum because she had premonitions. Alice was changed by an old vampire who worked at the asylum in order to protect her from James, a tracker vampire who was hunting her. After doing some research, Alice found her grave and discovered that the date on her tombstone matched the date of her admission to the asylum. Through her research she additionally discovered that she had a little sister named Cynthia, and that Cynthia's daughter, Alice's niece, was still alive in Biloxi.

Throughout Twilight, Alice uses her ability to see the future and help Bella when she is in danger. The two soon become friends, loving each other like sisters. In New Moon, Alice foresees Bella jumping off a cliff and assumes she is trying to commit suicide, though Bella actually was partaking in the sport of cliff diving. Rosalie, believing Bella to be dead, informs Edward. After discovering the truth, Alice accompanies Bella to Italy to stop Edward from killing himself. They are successful, but are taken to see the Volturi, the police of the vampire world. Through Alice's memories, Aro is able to see that Bella will eventually become a vampire and invites her, Alice, and Edward to stay with them. They all refuse and return to Forks. In Eclipse, Alice, who proves to be an adept fighter, joins in the fight to destroy a group of rampaging newborn vampires, created by Victoria in an effort to take revenge on Edward. Alice acts as Bella's maid of honor at her wedding in Breaking Dawn and helps with Renesmee until leaving to search out a crossbreed after the Volturi plan to destroy Renesmee, believing her to be an immortal child. Alice is successful and the Volturi, not seeing a threat, leave.

Oops.

It seems that I hibernated a bit longer than I intended. Non non, I'm kidding you. Unfortunately, I can't get as much sleep as I'd like to during the school year. I stay up too late, and then I'm too tired to entertain my friends in the day. Believe it or not, I actually have to 1) keep my friends from tearing each other limb from limb and 2) make sure they stay awake in class by entertaining them. Damn... Anyway, as you can probably tell, my friends aren't the best when it comes to working hard in school. Although it annoys me, I get stuck with them, which sucks. You bet your ass that it's a pain to have to take care of them and make sure they haven't killed each other just yet.




Another thing you might want to know; I can get crippling migraines that can last all day. Usually my friends respect this single weakness that often drives me to insanity on my worse days, but sometimes they just can't help but hate each other with all their heart, and sometimes they just have to show it. WHILE I'M RIGHT ACROSS FROM THEM. As my friends, they know that I can tend to have a bit of a sailor's mouth when put in a bad mood, which can be brought on my nearly anything. Here are a few examples:

1. My migraines. A pain in the butt as well as in the head.
2. Lack of sleep or food, as if my way.
3. I'm annoyed.
4. If people have irritated me (that's damnation right there).
5. Maybe I'm just in a bad mood that day.

Needless to say, the latter of the five is usually the most common. Anyone who knows me knows that I can have mood swings that would send any woman for a loop. But most of the time I'm just pissed off. The one time I kicked the guy next to me so hard I burst a misqueto bite on his leg, to which he swore profusly under his breathe.


Oops.

Edward

For all you Twilight Edward fans out there. If you haven't read the Twilight series, I strongly recomend you do.


Edwardness.
Edward is described in the book and by Bella as being charming, polite, determined, and very stubborn. He is very protective over Bella and puts her safety, humanity and welfare before anything else. He often over-analyzes situations and has a tendency to overreact, especially in situations where Bella's safety is at risk. He retains some outdated speech from his human life in the early 20th century, and can be very romantic. Edward sees himself as a monster, and after falling in love with Bella, he desperately wishes that he were human instead of a vampire.


Physical appearanceLike all the vampires in the Twilight series, Edward is described by Bella as being impossibly beautiful. At various points in the series, she compares him to the mythical Greek god Adonis. His skin is "like marble"– very pale, ice cold, and sparkles in the sunlight. She describes his facial features as being perfect and angular - high cheekbones, strong jawline, a straight nose, and beautiful, full lips. His hair, which is always in casual disarray, retains the unusual bronze shade that he inherited in his human life from his biological mother. His eyes, once emerald green, are now described as a liquid, golden topaz. His fingers are described often as slender and he is said to have a dazzlingly crooked smile. His appearance changes if he goes long without feeding: his eyes darken, becoming almost black, and purple bruises appear beneath his eyes. Edward stands at 6'2", and has a slender but muscular body.


Vampiric traits; abilities; interestsEdward, like all vampires in the Twilight series, possesses superhuman beauty, strength, speed, endurance, and agility. His scent and voice are enormously seductive, so much so that he occasionally sends Bella into a pliant daze entirely by accident. In Twilight, Edward explains that like other vampires, he does not need to breathe, though he chooses to do so out of habit and because it is helpful to smell his environment. He cannot digest regular food, and compares its attractiveness for him to the prospect of eating dirt for a regular person. As well, like other vampires, Edward is not able to sleep.

In addition to the traits he shares with his fellow vampires, Edward has certain abilities that are his alone. He is the fastest of the Cullens, able to outrun any of them. Perhaps as a result of a talent for empathy in his human life, Edward can also read the mind of anyone within a few miles of himself; Bella is the sole exception to this rule, which Meyer has stated is due to Bella having a very private mind. Edward also retains some of the traditional mindset and dated patterns of speech from his early-20th century human life.

Edward is musical, able to play the piano like a virtuoso. He enjoys a wide range of music, including classical, jazz, progressive metal, alternative rock, punk rock, but dislikes country. He prefers indie rock to mainstream, and appreciates rock and classical music equally He mentions in Twilight that he likes music from the fifties better than the sixties, dislikes the seventies, and says the eighties were "bearable".

A hobby of Edward's is collecting cars. He owns a Volvo S60 R and an Aston Martin V12 Vanquish as a "special occasion" car. He also gave his sister Alice a Porsche 911 Turbo as a gift in Eclipse. He bought a motorcycle to ride alongside Bella, but gave it to Jasper after he realized that riding motorcycles was a hobby she enjoyed sharing with Jacob.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmPq0itzfAU

DeviantART

Haha, I got an account. If anyone wants to see my work on this strict-ass sight... GO TO THIS LINK!!


I MEAN IT!


http://akiga.deviantart.com/

Freak out time.

私を見る時、あなたは何に会いますか？ 私が何でもなくて子供、しかし人々より多くが私を脅威とみなします。 私は都市を破壊して、心とシンプルなノートパソコン〔ノート〕を使うことによって、自己による帝国をしとめることができます。 私　である　配置された　他の生命への恐れで　そして　私が手がかりを持っていない　なぜ　です。 力にほとんど気付いていないで、良い子供がそうするように、言われるように、私はそうします。 どの位長い間誰かが私を殺すために私を見つけるまで、？ 私は知りません。 しかし私は気がつくことを計画していて、犯罪者を突きとめることを計画します。 人々が私を不安香りとみなします、しかし、私はあなたを希望への恐れとみなします。 私は、あなたと、私があなたが何をするか見ると分かります。 良くしてください。

Knowing that plenty of you cannot read Japanese, I'll give you all a rough translation:


When you see me as for you what do you meet? I being neither what it considers me as the threat although there are more much child, but people. I can get the empire by self, by destroy a/the city and using heart and simple notebook computer a notebook. It is with the fear to the life of the others that was arranged I and I do not have the clue it is why. I do so, so that I am said, as is noticing power hardly and a good child do so. How much for long someone sbj me obj kills in order that me obj find until,? I I do not know. However, I am planning that notices and plan that detects a/the criminal. People, consider me as anxiety aroma but I consider you as the fear to hope. I understand that you and, I see what you do. Please improve it.

I was sent this email hardly an hour ago. Obviously, someone has taken their Death Note obsession a bit too far, and yet...PURE POETRY THAT WAS!!

My writing Space #1

As my may or may not know, I write profusely. It's a habit that I use to curve my so-called Dissociative identity disorder, which I apperently have without my knowing...I really don't know how that works... Typically, I will write at school, where I am most of the time nowadays. But when I'm home, I spend most of my time on the computer, which i will attatch a picture of when the thing loads. I can do things on the computer and work there; if I need a translation, I have a link to go to there. If I want to listen to music, it's there. I can upload pictures and photos to send to people I've never met. But the main thing I do is write my novel, although it's no good if I have writer's block...which keeps popping up this afternoon.

Anyway, almost all of my novels have been writen in the basement. This is not a dindgy, concrete-floored, wooden-walled, no windowed, bare-except-for-crap sort of basement. It has carpet, blue pain on the wall and a blue Coke Cola signal band across it, and there's almost not enough room for the crap that sits around here. There is also a desk with a computer on it, as seen below.

I write on tablets, notebooks, scraps of paper, and the computer, but mostly a computer. There are two and a half dozen documents from school on my flash drive, which is basically just a memory chip in a cool black shell that holds onto the shit that are too big for your computer. Rare it is, for me to use a memory chip, becuase they are easily stole and easily lost (I've lost two already). I might write more abour these later...maybe not...

Windows

Okay, I totally got locked out of my house today. I got really mad when I was coming home (it was hot and I was wearing jeans, socks and a sweater) and practically ran into the door. It hurt. Lo and behold, all of the other doors were locked around the house.. I sat on the pouch and ate two bites of a chocolate bar before remembering something about one of the windows at my house. Typically, I'm not too foul mouth for a sailor, but I started swearing up a storm as I opened the outer screen. I had my violin and trapper keeper with me, by the way, so it was hot and sweaty and I have a burn mark on my shoudler from where the strap of the violin rubbed agaisnt me and I only had one hand to do everything.
Eventually, I managed to get the window open and threw my sweater and trapper keeper in. Then I lowered my violin and myself in. Then I locked the window. Ten minutes later, my mom came home.

Izzy

I wish Izzy wasn't so so busy all the time. We can never hang out! OH, NO, SHE'S GONNA READ THAT AND BE MAD!!!!

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コンピュータの近辺にでない　今日学校入学する　とても投函　私が　できる　つもりでない　知る　あなたの全てが　べきであって　が　私は最近とても投函している、しかし、薄くなる　同じほど多く。 私は小説に取りかかっているのでウェブログでとても投函できませんでした。 そして私皆がノート〔ノートパソコン〕の私の感覚を書くために私を入手しようとしていること。 ちくしょう...

Me, allant lentement insensé...

Je manque le sommeil. Ma nourriture est rare. Je me suis barricadé à l'en bas informatique et habite maintenant de d'herbe à chats plaisirs de chat parfumés. Fou ? No Sauvage ? Non. Insensé ?
Complètement. J'ai trouvé que ma folie m'effectuait lentement. Je ne sais pas ; je lentement vais juste insensé. J'écrirai plus de lui plus tard, je promets. ..maybe...possibly...

Kyo

Wow. I noticed I've never written about Kyo, even though I've known him a while...Hmm, what to talk about? Where to begin? I don't know if he'll come back to the blog and read this or not, and my well being is threatened when he's on sugar carnage... Unfortunately, when he's on a rampage, there's no way to get him out of it...other than stabbing him in the side. That usually does the trick. Damn. I was thinking about getting a picture of all my friends together if I could today, but I forgot my camera, which is now faithfully my my elbow. Oh, yah, and I'm pretty sure Kyo has multiple personality disorder or something. He's always switching on us...it can get annoying, and he's often completely out of it when we talk about somethign really important. Then he'll freak about because he doesn't know what we're talking about. Hmm...I'll have to attack him tomorrow. Maybe then I'll have something practical to put on my blog. NO, WAIT, I'M SORRY! KYO ISN'T IMPRACTICAL!! Well...sometimes...

Fred

Okay, so I totally added a video bar in hopes of attracting lovely, freaking tourists and people who are interested with Fred.

Wahh...

I get bored when people don't come to see my blog...

My new post patturn

Not that I've been posting much lately, but I thin kyou should all know that I'm not going to be able to post much because I'm getting back into school today and won't be around the computer as much. I haven't been able to post on my blog much because I've been working on my novel. And I that everyone is trying to get me to write my feelings in a notebook. Dammit...

Funny cats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHXBL6bzAR4

A wikipedia artical.

Someone wrote a wikipedia artical about me...O_O

http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Like-Akiga

The Day I Cried in Church.

As you know, Aaron is the youth pastor in my church. However, soon he will be biking down to Mexico on his bike, and it will be a while before I see him again. Usually, when parting with a friend who is moving away, I'm able to keep a straight face and be strong for them, which is usually what they need, becuase they sob their eyes out and hug me until it feels like my insides are prepared to pop out. However, at the end of service today, I saw all the people from Mountian Top giving Aaron and each other a hug, and I spontantiously joined them. I turned around to see Aaron 'emotionally distraut' after getting a handful of hugs from all the girl from Mountian Top. I went over and gave him a hug, and then I started crying because I realized that I cuoldn't imagine the church without him.

Sasori

Close Family: Deceased Mother and Father, killed by unknown arsonist.

Extended Family: None, until he is married to Nao.

Favorite Color: None to speak of.

Favorite Food: wasabi plain or on something

Theme Song: Figure.09, Linkin Park

Favorite Saying: Art is a Bang (due to the fact that he uses explosives)

Favorite Fighting Style: Explosives or indirect contact.

Favorite Partner to Fight with: Jinsatsu perhaps. Other times he works alone.

Most Hated Person: His parents and Daisuke.

Birthday: Middle Winter, somewhere in there.

Is he a Virgin: Yep.

Disabilities: He lost his left eye in a battle. Obviously can't see out of it.

Fears: Phyrophobia *fear of fires* and freaks out at very loud noises and big big crowds.

Commonly seen with: bombs.

Noticeable Habits: He starts picking things up and holding them very delicately in the last book and, when very uncomfortable, locks his knees while standing and refuses to sit. If he does sit when very uncomfortable, he crouches on the edge of the chair, often with his shoes off.

Another Sasori and Nao Picture

This isn't my favorite one, but I wanted to post it. Poor Sasori is loosing sleep...

Sasori+Nao ♥

Yeah, I drew this last night. Aren't they cute?!?!?!

Akiga's Website Wantingness

Lately, I've noticed the uprise in personally own websites in my family and frineds...which are few, and I've been wondering how I can get a personal website without having to pay and do whatever I want with it. If anyone has ideas or something where i can get one, other than freewebs.com because it sucks, please tell me.

Avatar

I like Avatar, and here are my top ten favorite characters:

1. Toph
2. Zuko
3. Sokka
4. Sukie
5. Momo
6. Iroh
7. Fufucuddlyboops
8. Ty Lee
9. Jun and her shurshu
10. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...um... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... uh... ... ... ... ... ... ...Oh yea! God, I love Smellerbee! She doesn't get nearly enough screen time, and she's so awesome! ^_^

Akira

Akira was Hitokui's mom. WHOA!! I've never realy written about her, and I guess it's time I get around to it.

Close Family: Toru, Hitokui (husband and son)

Extended Family: Nao (niece)

Favorite color: Blue. Crystal blue, the color of Hitokui's eyes. God, she loved him.

Favorite Food: Summer Salmon (she's a real fish lover)

Theme Song: Mirror; BarlowGirl

Favorite Saying: She didn't know any English, but it was 'I love you.'

Favorite Fighting Style: Hard and direct. She runs headstrongly forward to ram something with all her force...which is where Hitokui got his stubborn streak.

Favorite Partner to Fight with: ... ... ... ... ... ... ... she walks alone. And fights alone. ^_^

Favorite Fighting Style: She's sort of a kung fu lady, uses the tiger form along with her claws and teeth.

Most Hated Person: Toru. Yes, her husband. She hated him. But God, he loved her. ♥

Birthday: early fall (I find it funny that I have a birthday for a character who never shows up in the book but don't have a birthday for any of my actual character)

Is she a Virgin: Um...no?

Disabilities: She was deaf in her right ear. Sucks to be her.

Fears: She didn't like people touching her. Neither does Hitokui. *snort*

Commonly seen with: dead people. She's dead!

Noticable Habits: Um...she's a people's person while simoltaniously trying to be invisible.

About Hitokui

I haven't posted in a while, which makes me sad. I'll think I'll talk about Hitokui:

Close Family: Mother, Father (he's an old child and mama and papa are dead ^_^) and his adopted son, Mamoru.

Extended Family: Nao (cousin).

Favorite color: Um...I dunno, I never actually thought about his favorite color. Dunno...blue?

Favorite Food: Anything edible or meaty. He's not a big vegi fan. ^_^

Theme Song: The Animal I have Become; Three Days Grace

Favorite Saying: Um...I'm reading this off a personality test. He doesn't have a favorite saying I don't think.

Favorite Fighting Style: *in a dreamy voice* Freeform...

Favorite Partner to Fight with: Um... I'm reading this off a fighting personality test and it's... it think it would be either Tora or Jinsatsu, because they're both strong and work well together. Or both of them together. Better yet! (=

Most hated person: Daisuke. Hands down.

Birthday: Did I give him a set birthday?

Is he a Virgin: *snicker* Yea. Hitokui is a good boy.

Disabilities: He got sorta kinda blinded by Eve. Damn, he's so cool; he uses his sense of smell and hearing to create an atmosphere of himself. It's a good thing he has an active imagination, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make up the faces of people he meets.

Fears: He's kind of afraid of people touching him. *gigglesnort* It's kind of funny sometime because he sort of filches away from new people.

Commonly seen with: Mamoru. The two are pretty much inseparable after he sort of went blind. He has to make sure Mamoru's with him by touching his shoulder of something, otherwise Hitokui goes into that whole mother duck thing; he panics like hell.

Noticable Habits: he touches or smells people or listens hard to their voices to know who they are, unless it's Tora, and then he sees her hair and is all 'Hey, it's Tora!' because the damn stuff is so freaking bright!

IMing is fun

especially when the person you're IMing is your older sister and she's right in the other room. It's actually a lot of fun, and it's not like writing a mail because it bounces right off and comes back at you. Karen's name is Hitomi. Did you know that? I didn't...

Me, slowly going insane...

I'm lacking sleep.

My food is scarce.

I've barricaded myself to the downstairs computer and am now living off of catnip flavored cat treats.

Crazy?

No.

Wild?

Nope.

Insane?

Compleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetely.

I found that my insanity was slowly effecting me. I don't know how; I'm just slowly going insane. I'll write more about it later, I promise...maybe...possibly...

Titles

Oh my God, I hated starting a novel because it’s so hard to think about another choice of title. Oh my God, it’s so hard. If I don’t have an idea beforehand, it can be super nerve-wracking trying to think of a good title: I can get so hung up over having an empty line over the novel that I can’t actually write the novel. It so frustraits me that I sit there and bang my head continuously over my desk... I find it easier to watch a movie or read a short story that I've written in the past to get the juices going. Lately, I've been re-reading my two novels to proofread them, and I still can't get the title down. It is litirally driving me slowly insane, as I have ideas for both the beginning and the end of the novel ready, but I can't get the title down, therefore I'm not able to begin the stupid stupid stupid story!!!! Damn it, it's so irking! I hope to start writing all this crap down on a notebook.

Pandas

Pandas ceritanly get a lot of good press in the animation world, don't they?

I got and mail from Izzy the other day and wanted to post it. ^_^

Hi Akiga.
I went to this place called L.A Nails today and I got a pedicure And a manicure! It was horror on Earth! I hated it! It's not some place that a total tomboy would like to go to. My mom made me get my nails painted like, this maroon color and it's like so shizzlen ugly! I have to go to camp in a few days and i don't want everyone thinking I'm this froo froo girl who actually LIKES to get pedicures and manicures. Hopefully someone at camp will have a big bottle of finger nail polish remover or I'll never be getting this stuff off! I'll come home and tell my mom it came off because I put on too much sunscreen. I hate it! Never get a manicure or pedicure! if you're like me....... well.......... YOU WILL ABSOLUTELY HATE IT!



Izzy

Adveture!!!

I realized the other day that my dearest wish is to have a life full of adventure. I mean, not danger everywhere I go, but a couple little adventures every now and again. Ironically, I realized this the day AI got the thorn vine caught in my leg. Go figure.

The Worst--

I'm not sure which one is worst; boring summer days or long school days. God, I hate them both. I just ready a 405 page book in less than twenty four hours because onee-chan was on the computer. That's how bored I was.

However, school isn't much better. I'm kinda scared of other people and new people (called xenophobia) and I pretty much hate a lot of those sort of pretty, show-dog girl who are so superficial they haul all the work on someone else. I also hate anyone who gives me titles (goth, emo, etc.). It's really annoying, not including the fact that many of my teachers in the past have hated me very subtly. I really want to punch those sort of people. Another problem about beiing at school is that I don't have a lot of friends.

It's kinda depressing...I'm totally done with this post. I just had to get this off my chest.

I need a miracle
I wanna be your girl
Give me a chance to see
That you were made for me

I need a miracle
Please let me be your girl
One day you'll see
It can happen to me
It can happen to me...

Miracle [miracle miracle miracle]

Reason Number 5 I'm Glad I'm a Girl.

I was walking aimlessly outside the other day, around noon. It was wet and humid because of the rain we've been getting, and I was in jeans and a tank-top and was really really hot. I had no shoes on and started wandering through people's back yards. There were a couple dogs tied up behind one house, drinking from the creek that runs through the neighborhood. I walked passed them (they're bad guard dogs) and started flicking myself with creek water. It was warm on the top, but further investigation showed me that the further dog in the water I put my fingers, the cooler the water got.

Okay, so all fine and dandy, right? Well, until I decided that I'd had enough and I wanted to get back to aimlessly walking. I stood up...and found that I'd gotten my ankle wrapped around a very thick, very thorny vine from the shore of the creek. Most of the thorns were waterlogged and pretty easy to pick off, but a lot of them had managed to stay dry and were now clinging into my skin for dear life. Of course, natural instincts told me to take the branch out, yet when I tried to move them, it hurt like all hell had broken loose.

Needless to say, my innocent little dip in the creek was ruined.

I somehow managed to get myself back up the little hill to the light so I could properly see the damage.

Needless to say, it hurt like all hell had broken loose when I put weight on my ankle, so I ended up having to hobble one-legged up the evil little hill.

When I finally was able to see what was making me hurt so much, I found that many of the thorns had managed to break the skin and I was no bleeding. At this point, I'm beginning to panic; I was frantic that one of the thorns had torn a vein and I was going to bleed to death.

The dogs who were drinking from the creek were curious and were now watching me cuss loudly and try to detach the thorns from my leg from the safety of their dog houses, which were a good three meters away from where I was. I had no idea how vicious the animals were, as they were tied quite securely to a metal ring drilled into a tree next to the dog houses.

I did what any creature in pain would do; crawled over to the bigger, stronger animal and hope they'd put me out of my misery until someone found me, because I was not going to hobble home with a thorny anklet. I rolled/crawled over to the dogs, who were now appearing from the shadows of the dog houses to get a better look at this strange, fur-less monkey in front of them muttering extremely rude words under its breath. The smaller of the two--I'm pretty sure it was a mutt thing-- started licking my blood off my ankle. Oh my God, how weird it felt! I got really freaked out, and then that bigger one--which I knew was a Miniature Pincher-- came over and started chewing on the freaking vine. And I'm just sitting here thinking:

What the hell?

When the Pincher's teeth sliced through the vine, his jowls were bleeding, but he sat back, looking pleased. I managed to get the remaining thorns out of my foot without much pain, so i figured it was just the pressure of the vine around my skin that caused the pain and not the thorns so much. Well, the thorns still hurt but...well, you get it, right?

When I finally stood up, my leg had stopped bleeding, and it didn't hurt so much. The dogs just sort grinned at me and trotted back to their houses.

Basically, I'm glad I'm a girl because if I were a boy, I'd probably just sit in the gorge feeling sorry for myself, panicking. I problem-solved! ^_^

Muffins

Two Muffins were sitting in an oven
One muffin says 'Wow, it's getting hot in here!'
And the other muffin says 'Wow, a talking muffin!!!!'

Reason Number 4 I'm Glad I'm a Girl

The other day, Emma and I were riding our bikes. We met at the library, and then rode down and around the community center, which was almost entirely closed off except a few parts (we had fun trying to find a way out) and then we rode over to her house. I had dinner there which was good, and then we went out biking again to my house. The only problem was that when we got to my house, Emma realized that she had no idea how to get home. She realized this in my drive way. I swear, if I had been any less of a friend that I am, I would've just left her there. Anyway, I checked in with my dad, and took Emma home.

Basically, I'm glad I'm a girl because we have enough endurance and tolerance to take our friends home after they've forgotten where home is. Well, mostly.

Abortion

Abortion just breaks my heart. If a woman (or man) is going to get herself pregnant, they should take the responsibility to take care of another human life. It's a responsibility that shouldn't have to spelled out for someone. It's like feeding yourself on knowing when to sleep; it should come as a natural response; protection. I freaking hate anyone who uses abortion, which is an operation that can end one's pregnancy. I freaking hate it. I'm totally done. I have no idea where that came from, I just thought about just now. I promise to try to be funny next post.

Look at me...

Cause we lost it all

Nothin' last forever

Sorry

I can't be

Perfect

Now it's just too late

We can't go back

I'm sorry

I can't be

Perfect

Windows are Evil.

This afternoon we went garage sale hunting and went to about four dozen of them. The clouds were getting very dark very quickly, so we drove home. I looked out my window as we entered my street and, low and behold, I found the perfect, fluffy gray storm cloud just about us. As I rapidly pointed it out to my mother {MOM MOM MOM MOM LOOKIT LOOKIT WHA I FOUND!!!!} I pressed my head up to the window and watched us pass under the cloud, which was right over our house. However, when my mom bumped the car over the curb and into the driveway, my head bumped off the glass and back onto it.

It has become enevitable that windows dislike me, as this has happened to me multipe times before.

Also, my mother never saw the fluffy cloud. Which makes me sad.

Reason Number 3 I'm glad I'm a Girl.

The other afternoon, I got bored after drinking my homemade Oreo milkshake. So I went outside and started climbing the big tree out front. The only problem was that I was a bit uncoordinated yesterday, and I slipped and nearly fell out of the tree. I managed to catch myself by my knees around a branch. So I'm just hanging here with my knees locked around a branch and my hands nearly touching the ground and all the blood running to my head. The worst part was probably that I had a pretty loose shirt on, so when I went down upside-down, my shirt flew up! After quickly tucking it in, I just hung there until the worst of the traffic on our street had subsided, and then started working on getting down.

By now, I was very very dizzy from all the blood in my head, so I started doing crunches in the air to get all that blood moving. A large Honda passed slowly, and I noticed it slowed down when it came by my house. I saw the people peering out at me curiously before speeding off. That was enough of being degraded for me.

I had two choices: fall onto my neck, possibly momentarily paralyze myself and cut myself on the multiple bits of mulch, twigs and sharper rocks on the ground or attempt to haul myself back into the tree. Neither seemed particularly easy nor particularly fun. But neither was hanging upside down on a tree limb. However, I choose the less painful sounding one and started hiking myself up on the branch.

It was slow, boring work that took a few minutes to succeed. I finally was able to swing myself to another branch and hook my hand onto it. So no I was hanging off a two branches. I unlocked my legs from the limb and dropped to the ground.

Basically, I'm glad I'm a girl because I can think in pressurized situations.

Reason Number 2 I'm Glad I'm a Girl.

I was riding my bike the other day, and I realized that across the street, there was a young man about my age with his bike, looking rather supirior. His front tire was ahead of mine four feet. I switched from fifth gear to forth and moved ahead of him, approximatly a foot ahead. He looked ticked off an regained his gorund on me, which I regained on him, which he regained on me...Well, it went on like that fora while. However, in the end, I managed to shoot past him.

My point is I'm glad I'm a a girl becuase we have more stamina than most boys, at least on a bike.

Reason Number 1 I'm Glad I'm a Girl.

The other day I was walking and 'found myself lost with my library card' This seemed ridiculous, as I know my side of Brownsburg like the back of my hand. I walked another few feet and found myself outside the library. Naturally, I went in to see if I could find a map to find my way home.

Just so you know, I was just bored; I wasn't seriously lost.

Anyway, when I got inside, I found that there were dozens of young teenage men roaming the library in packs of twos and threes. I walked with stiff legs back to the children's section and found that there were still some packs back there, and the library seemed completely abandoned except for men and the workers and me.

When I got to the Warrior's section, I found to my dismay there were at least two other packs of boys back there, a few rows away. I casually looked through the shelves and realized that there was a pack of them right behind me, watching me. Naturally, I began to walk away, and then I realized that they were following me through the shelves, trying to be sneaky even though their heads stuck up from over the shelves.

I left the library through the back door and found more of the packs outside, talking with beers in their hands and unlit cigarettes hanging from their lips. I passed them without much difficulty, and then realized that the group outside the doors were beginning to follow me.

By now, I'm seriously freaking out. So I turn a corner and find that they're still following me. Now I'm seriously ticked off, so I turn around and blindly throw a punch and manage to hook one of the more outgoing guys in the nose. They went scrambling off like little dogs but on my walk home, another pack was following me, much closer than the other ones.

I had an idea, and took out my Nintendo DS, which I was carrying with me at the time. Now, up close it just looks like a DS, but when you're a ways back, it looks like a cellphone. I 'dialed' with my thumb on the head of the DS, which is black and was hot, and put it up to my ear. I started talking like I was talking tot he police, sounding really freaked out, and then I heard a bunch of moving around behind me, ad when I looked around, the pack was gone.

Basically, I'm glad I'm a girl because we're smarter than almost any boy.

You can make friend with anyone.

A man once said

'No one is a stranger; they are all just friends you've yet to meet.'

This seems to strongly conflict with the old 'duh' saying that your parents continuously repeat:

'Never talk to strangers.'

Strangers are creepy.