Thursday, May 28, 2009
INSPARATION PLZ
Just have to say, I need some inspiration for a short story. Any ideas? Please...I need some help here, peeps.
I don't like Edward usually but...
Am I the only one who thinks Eddy-poo looks like a turtle here? And his hair reminds me of Mufasa's mane from The Lion King. And I wonder why he doesn't grow out a beard. That would be pretty; it would go with his hobo jacket (which I want to steal and wear to school. Is that a bad thing?). I wonder what he was looking at? Maybe he had a sudden epiphany that Laurent was much hotter than he was. I hope so. That would be nice for me.
Um...just so you know, Edward, I don't care how many pearly whites you show me. I will not laugh along. Because, er, I think you're about to have a heart attack. Just saying. You had to eat the whole cow to make that leather jacket...so I think that you ate a cow and you're about to die. Maybe you think that's funny because you play an undead vampire, but you should probably crawl into a fetal position in a few seconds so you experience minimum hair trauma on your fall. Because that hair is insured for more than my entire house is. It's insured that it always made it out of scary actions scenes completely unscathed. Um, that might be why he's going to have a heart attack, aside from the fact that he ate a cow; his hair is out of place. Will it kill him? Um, probably not. But it's good to hope for your dreams to come true, isn't it? *crosses fingers* And, uh, one more thing: Did you ever notice how thin your eyes get when you open your mouth too wide? I did. It freaks me out a little.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thanks to Bella for this wonderful picture.

God, but I love him. Those dreadlocks look more authentic right now, from where I'm sitting...standing...something. He also looks sexyfine in that purple jacket and those fingerless gloves. I want to give him a hug...and take him home...and give him big hugs. Love!!! I wish there were more good pictures of him. *sigh*
Friday, May 22, 2009
Time for fun Twilight-making-fun-of-them-moments!! With Siobhan (but no one cares about me).
Hugging children...kissing babies...wearing that snazzy hat to play bingo with old people...Kellan for president!!!
M'kay. So Jackson looks just like one of my neighbors. But I'm pretty sure Micheal is not a movie star. Nor does he play a very hot yet extremely pained vampire...with sexy blond wavy hair. But that's okay. Because I still gave him a kiss on the cheek while he was asleep when I was seven and cherish that moment forever (ntrly). I would love it if that one blond kid behind him would stop checking him out. That would be nice. And if Jackson would come to my school and talk to me and give Alyss a kiss...my life would be complete after that. As long at that blond kid with teh coconut-hair stopped looking at Jackson's butt. Oh...and if Jackson didn't wear bellbottom jeans. That would be nice.......
Kaythnxbai.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Haru and Laurent Cow
Fail. Just FAIL.

Yep. We chose our president REALLY well (for all you slow people I'm using very heavy sarcasm in that statement).
Jackson thinking his heart is in his stomach. The source of brilliance.Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Someone asked me...
Someone asked me the other day:
Someone: Siobhan, what dazzles you? I know Edward dazzles me. Who dazzles you?
Me:............Edi Gathegi's teeth.
Someone: Excuse me?
Me: They dazzle me. See, you only have one thing to dazzle you. I have 32 full teeth of beatiful-whitness to dazzle me. You just got served. In a bowl. With a spoon. Floatin' in milk!
Nuthin to say but pwned.
Someone: Siobhan, what dazzles you? I know Edward dazzles me. Who dazzles you?
Me:............Edi Gathegi's teeth.
Someone: Excuse me?
Me: They dazzle me. See, you only have one thing to dazzle you. I have 32 full teeth of beatiful-whitness to dazzle me. You just got served. In a bowl. With a spoon. Floatin' in milk!
Nuthin to say but pwned.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Random Bouts of hysteria because she googled Edi Gathegi
1.
I want him. Not even going to lie.

2.
I am loving this suit on him. Even when you can only
see his head. I love his head. *hug*

3.
Okay, that' s better. Loving that suit. And his fang-hair beard
And his fine afro-bob thing. Yep.

4.
Have I ever told you how much I love that beanie? I do.

Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Lycanthrope Topic: Laurent Vandavarn and Molly Vampyren as a couple
Sorry it's been so long. I fail.
I've been getting mixed feeling about this couple for a long time by any of the people who have read my novel lately. I'm all for this couple, but I'm not all for pedophiles. Unfortunately, this cuts my Laurent+Molly=lovey-dovey fairly close to my age of dislikingness. (Laurent=23 years old, Molly=15 years old.) Although the whole 'LOVE SHALT NOT BE JUDGED BY THINE AGE' thing is not commonly referred to in this day and age.
I know that plenty of people are ready to burn anything that is remotely different from normal ethics, but what really, is the matter with a willing relationship between two people, and age doesn't matter as long as the love is pure and unvarying. I'm not talking about a clingy fangirl who gets in under her head with some huge older celebrity (meandediGathegijustsaying). I'm talking about actual love, something that two spouses would have and defined by a few of my friends as, dare I say, FAIRYTALE LOVE. Because no one breaks up or cheats in fairytales, now do they?
In the defense of many people who may or may not read ' Therianthropy', I understand where talk of Laurent comes from; many people see anyone married to a younger woman is wrong and odd.
I've been getting mixed feeling about this couple for a long time by any of the people who have read my novel lately. I'm all for this couple, but I'm not all for pedophiles. Unfortunately, this cuts my Laurent+Molly=lovey-dovey fairly close to my age of dislikingness. (Laurent=23 years old, Molly=15 years old.) Although the whole 'LOVE SHALT NOT BE JUDGED BY THINE AGE' thing is not commonly referred to in this day and age.
I know that plenty of people are ready to burn anything that is remotely different from normal ethics, but what really, is the matter with a willing relationship between two people, and age doesn't matter as long as the love is pure and unvarying. I'm not talking about a clingy fangirl who gets in under her head with some huge older celebrity (meandediGathegijustsaying). I'm talking about actual love, something that two spouses would have and defined by a few of my friends as, dare I say, FAIRYTALE LOVE. Because no one breaks up or cheats in fairytales, now do they?
In the defense of many people who may or may not read ' Therianthropy', I understand where talk of Laurent comes from; many people see anyone married to a younger woman is wrong and odd.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Bellabellabellabella....
It feels like it's been a really long time since I last spoke to Bella. I really miss her. But I might/maybe/dunno/possibilities see her tomorrow. That'd make me happy.
Deep Questions:
1. What's your favorite color?
2. You're stranded on a desert island. You brought one item, and now you're really irritated that you brought it. What is it?
3. Why?
4. If cats always land on their feet, and buttered toast always lands butter-side down, what happens if you strap a piece of buttered toast to a cat's back and drop it? (HOVERCATAWESOME!!!!)
5. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
2. You're stranded on a desert island. You brought one item, and now you're really irritated that you brought it. What is it?
3. Why?
4. If cats always land on their feet, and buttered toast always lands butter-side down, what happens if you strap a piece of buttered toast to a cat's back and drop it? (HOVERCATAWESOME!!!!)
5. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Friday, May 8, 2009
Le Gasper-Jasper!
I have no idea what that title means...really, I don't.
ANYWAY...little time to talk! I'm so sorry about my absences; I've had no creative streaks for a while, and I've most been sleepiong, at school or...or trying to write my novel. Without luck, I may add. Even with my superawesomeninjawriting powers, I struggle a lot with the plot; I don't want to give a lot of equal weight to each and every subject that I have to address in the story, and if I have to do a THIRD book. Or even if my first one will be published.
And I'm so tired. 47 minutes to 3 hours ever night. Put that in your cereal and eat it. I have no idea why I haven't been sleeping well. I'm exhausted, but I can never get my brain to stop working long enough for me to have a good night's sleep. That might be why.

By the way, just so you know, Emmett-bear says hi. He's there on the right, waving to you. Don't you feel special? Emmett-Bear is 6 full years old, stands at a hefty 22 inches and yes was named after Emmett Cullen...only Emmett Bear is cooler than Emmett Cullen. He loves you all. I'll probably be posting about him a lot soon. So just be ready. Got it? Got it!?!? Why? Because he's special, goddamn you!!!
Anyway, Emmett-Bear set aside (not really, he's sitting on my lap and my head is on his lovely white bouffant) I really have to pee. I've had to pee for the last 20-45 minutes. I've really had to pee in the last four minutes. It's a good thing Emmett_Bear doesn't weigh as much as a normal bear or a normal Emmett (although he probably should weigh as much as them combined because he is them combined... Quiet, you!) because that would be really painful.
I also sprained my ankle whilst walking to school when there was a lot of rain. I fail
WAITBEFOREYOUGOIHAVESOMETHINGTOSHAREWITHTHECLASS!!!!
I got a Facebook. Joyfuljoyful LOOOOOORD, we adore thee!! (http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home)
ANYWAY...little time to talk! I'm so sorry about my absences; I've had no creative streaks for a while, and I've most been sleepiong, at school or...or trying to write my novel. Without luck, I may add. Even with my superawesomeninjawriting powers, I struggle a lot with the plot; I don't want to give a lot of equal weight to each and every subject that I have to address in the story, and if I have to do a THIRD book. Or even if my first one will be published.
And I'm so tired. 47 minutes to 3 hours ever night. Put that in your cereal and eat it. I have no idea why I haven't been sleeping well. I'm exhausted, but I can never get my brain to stop working long enough for me to have a good night's sleep. That might be why.
By the way, just so you know, Emmett-bear says hi. He's there on the right, waving to you. Don't you feel special? Emmett-Bear is 6 full years old, stands at a hefty 22 inches and yes was named after Emmett Cullen...only Emmett Bear is cooler than Emmett Cullen. He loves you all. I'll probably be posting about him a lot soon. So just be ready. Got it? Got it!?!? Why? Because he's special, goddamn you!!!
Anyway, Emmett-Bear set aside (not really, he's sitting on my lap and my head is on his lovely white bouffant) I really have to pee. I've had to pee for the last 20-45 minutes. I've really had to pee in the last four minutes. It's a good thing Emmett_Bear doesn't weigh as much as a normal bear or a normal Emmett (although he probably should weigh as much as them combined because he is them combined... Quiet, you!) because that would be really painful.
I also sprained my ankle whilst walking to school when there was a lot of rain. I fail
WAITBEFOREYOUGOIHAVESOMETHINGTOSHAREWITHTHECLASS!!!!
I got a Facebook. Joyfuljoyful LOOOOOORD, we adore thee!! (http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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