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.

Seven things I want my Kids to Know.

There are probably a lot of things I want my kids to know, but I'm nerrowing it down to this:

1. I want my kids to know how to create their own happy environment to live it. I'm not going to do everything for Izzy until he's eighteen.
2. I want my kids to know that no matter what they do, they should always have a reason, whether it be a good reason for a bad thing or a bad reason for a bad thing or a good reason for a good thing or a bad reason for a good thing or a good reason for nothing or a bad reason for nothing.
3. I want my kids to God's there better than I do. Like I said, I'm pretty much aithest in a lot of ways.
4. I want my kids to know more than I do. However, I don't want them to know this.
5. I want my kids to live in a world where there isn't any wars or high gas prices.
6. I want my kids to make friends really well.
7. I want my kids to read my stories without complaining.

Scorpion Oil Woman--The Story Behind Sasori Aburame.

Sasori Aburame (Aburame Sasori) is a main secondary character who is Jinsatsu's best friend. Although his first name is pretty straightforward when it comes to pronunciation, his last name is difficult.

Saw-SORE-ree Ah-BOO-ra-Mey

is how you pronounce it. What's the story behind the name? I shall tell you.

Sasori actually means scorpion, which seemed appropriate, seeing as Sasori began as a very angsty young teenage boy who seemingly hated Jinsatsu. He began as a short-tempered, disdainful man who was very antisocial. He did not, in fact, begin autistic. Sasori began as an easy-to-anger, competitive-to-an-overdose, leader who didn't succeed in the first rounds of he Journeyman Competition against his to-be rival, Jinsatsu. As far as looks go--black ponytail, blue-black eyes that gave one the sense of always being watched, thin to an anorexic point, tall with hidden muscles-- Sasori has advanced very little, maybe the least of the human characters other than Masa. I did, in fact, change Sasori's sleep pattern, and he becomes slightly insomniac, therefore deeper, under-eye bruises were appropriate.

Sasori's parents were supposed to have also died in the war and did not begin as alcoholics. As stakes were high enough in the firest chapters, I changed his and Jinsatsu's rivalry to a close-knit friendship that has lasted long.

Aburame is an actual Japanese word: it means oil woman. This refers to Sasori's mother, who was a woman who used special oils to create highly alcoholic wines and sakes. It also gives a hint of both Sasori's appearance and his fighting style; having a slighty feminine appearance from all sides, Sasori was mistaken for female often in his younger days.

This also points to his fighting style, which is bombs. Sasori began as more of a defence master than an offence master (hence the teleporting), and nothing really seemed to match that style. However, bombs seemed appropriate in the final draft, as he seemed to like shimmering things and explosions.

Suisidal Puppet--The Story Behind Jinsatsu Chjrok

Jinsatsu Chjrok, my main character in my stories, probably has the most difficult to pronounce name in the entire series. Granted, I didn't make the names easy to pronounce, but there you are. I'll give you all a hint--

Jin-SAW-tzu Chz-rock

is how you pronounce it. What's the story behind the name? I'm glad I asked, because no one else damn will. Here goes...

Jinsatsu is the word used in Japan that means suicide. This was a hardly odd name in Jinsatsu's first draft, as he was in fact suppose to commit suicide in the end of the first book. He was actually the bad guy in the first draft, mush more brooding and a lot more full of bloodlust (bloodlustful?). As far as looks go, he was pretty much the same--brown hair and eyes that are either black or dark brown (never actually chose one or the other), attractive and strapping. In fact, almost every aspect of Jinsatsu is the same, except for his personality.

He began as a strong, harsh, aloof character who had it out to kill other beings. His parents still had died in the war, and he still had timid Senri as his brother, which caused him over the deep-end into oblivion. However, in the first few chapters, the book seemed just too dark for the youth, even kiddos over thirteen, which is what that book aims for. I changed the character and gave him a bright aspect of life and more pleasant, calmer characteristic.

Chjrok is actually one of those words I just randomly pulled out of the air. The meaning is, *shockingly* one of my own work. The idea of it meaning as a battle puppet came from my favorite character off of my favorite manga--Naruto-- which would be Kankuro. Kankuro uses a puppet to battle, which is incidentally named Karasu, the name of another character in the books. However, we're not talking about that right now. Since the puppet is a battle weapon, much like a ninja throwing star, and Jinsatsu looks a lot like Kankuro without his battle pain and hood, the idea came along with the name Chjrok.

The idea from the battle puppet also came from the fact that Jinsatsu was originally a character who used small, wooden dolls which were filled with explosives to fight with, filling them with a bit of his own life to bring them to life so they could do as he commanded without him having to control it manually. This brought Jinsatsu pain and caused him into solace, therefore tying into the suicide he committed to escape from the pain. Jinsatsu was also terrified to be with other people, as if he touched someone, he would drain their life by the year with each second.

You see how he progressed from the start? I'll post about other characters later...

Kirmae's Birthday Party.

Somehow, I just remembered this.

K, here's how it went down: I went to Kirame's for the first time for her birthday. When I knock on the door, I was practically bombarded by Lemur and Kirame trying to get me inside. I set my gift on the table and gave Kirame a hug, then leifted her a few inches off the ground, for which I got in trouble.

After Samo came over, we went into her room and started playing this string game. She's mummified her room with knitting yarn, and we had to unwrap it. I think I might've been the second person who got to the end of mine, which turn out of have a Life-Saver at the end. I ate it. It tasted like bananas. I hate bananas.

Anyway, we went on doing nutty things until the near end, where we started playing American Idol, which was a pain. Lemur and I got drunk off water or soemthing and started singing 'Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws'. We kept singing it, and then Lemur litarally sat on me. And I'm thinking

'Damn, she has a boney butt!'

So then I'm just sitting there with a punchhappy, boney-butted Lemur over my legs, wiggling around like a worm and singing at that top of her lungs, hitting allt he wrong notes. Then all of a sudden, she started acting like Gaara (we were talking about doing a cosplay this summer) and started calling me big brother and screaming for Temari. It was freaking wild. When I had to leave, Lemur was like

"Shnooooooooo, big bwodder, don't weave meeeeeeee!!"

and wouldn't let go of me. Well, that's my wild story for the day.

Namesake for my Characters, Part one

Jinsatsu Chjrok
Jinsatsu-suicide
Chjrok- a heavy-set puppet-like doll used in fighting


Sasori Aburame.
Sasori- Scorpion
Aburame- oil woman (refers to his mother)


Masa Tichraku
Masa- energetic
Tichraku- easily amused


Karasu no Neko
Karasu- raven (small black bird)
no Neko-of the Cats


Hitokui no Neko
Hitokui-cannibal
no Neko- of the Cats


Tora no Neko
Tora-tiger (or tigress)
no Neko- of the Cats

Senri Chjrok
Senri- small bear
Chjrok- a heavy-set puppet-like doll used in fighting

Akatsuki.

There are a couple things you need to have when becoming a memeber of the Akatsuki:

The Ring
The Manicure
The Forehead Protector
The Cloak
The Hat


Damn these are getting short

So What if You an See the Darkest Part of Me?

No one will ever change this Animal I have become.
Help me Believe it's not the Real Me.
Somebody help me changes this Animal I have Become.

Damn, I have a lot of posts tonight...making up for that week I was gone.

I’ve actually been getting quite a few questions about my novels, Brightheart and Lostsoul, and I can’t blame people for being damn curious or anything... Anyway, I suppose that I can reply to a few of the many questions I’ve received from my friends.

Everyone asks: Akiga, what are your stories about?

I reply: Brightheart, the first in the series, is a basic good vs. evil cliché. I have nothing against clichés, especially when I’m writing them, but to an extent, they’re simply annoying. The basic plot is a group of nine some human teenagers, around sixteen, trying to make their way in a world that’s teeming with half cat/half human hybrids. It’s got the basic ‘true love between two who could never be,’ that bad guy with revenge on the brain and stuff like that.

Twitchy asks: Why do your characters have such weird names?

I reply: The character’s names are actual Japanese words that represent their personalities in the first draft of Brightheart. As an example, Jinsatsu means ‘suicide’, and Jinsatsu was supposed to commit suicide at the end of the first story. Daisuke means ‘great leader’, and he was actually suppose to be the hero in the story. Didn’t work out the way I planned. As another example, Sasori means ‘scorpion’, and Sasori was first a much shorter-tempered young man who was actually Jinsatsu’s rival (as opposed to the fact that he is Jinsatsu’s best friend.)

Chibi asks: Have your characters changed since you first imagined them?

I reply: Of course. Every character had to go through my painstaking changes; some more subtle than others. As an example, Jinsatsu and Sasori were first meant to be much, much darker characters and rather distant, despiteful of teamwork and each other. The Cat-human were suppose to be more fierce and sort of gothic; Hitokui was suppose to be taunting and frightening, and Tora was supposable much more sinister than she turned out to be. Karasu was suppose to be their sort of lackey, but not nearly how he is now; not so much as shy, but distant.

Damn...

I noticed two things while looking over my blognessness:

1. I cuss a lot
2. I change my template on a regular basis.

...

The King and his men
Stole the Queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones.
"The seas are ours,
And by the powers,
Were we will, we roam."


"Yo ho
Haul together,
Hoist the colors high.
Heave ho,
Theives and beggers,
Never shall we die."

"Yo ho,
Haul together,
Hoist the colors high,
Heave ho,
Theives and begger,
Never shall we die."

The bell has been raised from its watery grave,
Hear it's suchumpulos tone.
A squall to all,
And head the call,
Turn your sails to home."

"Yo ho
Haul together,
Hoist the colors high.
Heave ho
Theives and beggers,
Ne-e-ver shall we...


Di-i-i-ie...

Batteries.

I got a pair of batteries yesterday.
Named them To and Fro.
Fro, like an afro
To, like two afros.

My adventure on the last day of school.

It's kind of late, but oh well...

About a week ago, on the last day of school, everyone in the 6th grade was outside during 6th period. Kyo, Izzy and I were outside walking on the track, about as far away from the doors as we could be, when the teachers called the rest of the kiddos inside, while we were still out on the track. Of course, this caused panic. I'd already hurt my leg earlier that day after hitting it against the corner of a desk, so running to the doors was out of the question for the moment. Izzy and Kyo ran ahead, leaving me behind to limp at the rear. They stopped after a moment, and I caught painfully up to them. Izzy got tired pretty fast after that, and all of a sudden, I got an idea; I crouched in front of her and said for her to get on my back,. She climbed on, and I stood up. My leg was on fire, but stretching a sore muscle and exercising it can do wonders (the next morning it was fine). I carried Izzy about fifty feet towards the door before I staggered. I was wearing jeans and a dark shirt, and it was humid and burning outside. After warning Izzy, I set her down, and we limped another ten feet or so to the street. A big black pick-up was waiting for us to pass, and I got Izzy back on my back. We waved to the Hispanic woman in the truck, and she looked at me like I was a hamster who'd growled at her or something. We got to the door, and I set Izzy down again, only to find that the doors had locked. We walked around the school to the cafiteria and found that the custodian figureed that we were trying to skip out on seventh and eight period. They took us down to the sixth grade hallway and we met up with Mrs. Ernst and Mrs. Hopper, who got us nerrowly out of trouble. After that...well, anything went.

Instant Ramen and Bacon.

I'm going to write about my two favorite foods in the world because I'm bored; instant ramen and bacon.

Ramen is good and warm and always taste fresh, so it's good on hot and cold days. I like to eat ramen a lot becuase it doesn't take a lot of time to prepare and eat, and it's pretty healthy for you. ANd it's not like carrot sticks; it actually tastes good. I actually can't tell one ramen from the next, so I guess I can't love it that much...The chicken, shrimp and oriental ramens all taste the same. When you get into the roast beef and turkey stuff like that, they're bitter. The ones that taste like fish like tuna and such are too oily for me. I guess I can't tell some types from ohers, but when it really gets down to the nitty-gritty crap, I can't tell one from the other. Even if I make them myself!



Bacon is one of the best things a person could ask for after a long day. It's got a soporific effect, so it's not like if you eat a whole bunch of it, you'll be up all night, like if you have a whole bunch of fudge or Monster or something. Or M&Ms or something... Yeah, so you can eat a lot of it without worrying about being up late, unless you want to be up late, and then you should eat fudge or M&Ms or Monster or seomthing. I like bacon sandwiches. They're really good, except I can't put too much buttor on the toast or it turns out really oily and unhealthy for me, like M&Ms. However, in proportion, bacon is the awesomest thing you can have. It's really bad fo you, though. Damn it. I also don't know how to make it, therefore I can't have it whenever I want it, unlike these M&Ms from my sister's graduation. I'm pretty much obsessed with them.