Rixii grew angry at Azrael's habit of sneaking off at night for days at a time and returning with money. The kid never tells him how or where he gets it all--he just hands it to him and tells him not to think about it. When Rixii confronts him, they get into an argument and end up fighting.
I thought the scene would stop when Rixii struck Azrael. However, Azrael decided to fight back, and the two end up on the floor. Somehow, the description began to sound like someone was about to get raped. Rixii was on top of him, holding his wrists back and nearly choking him. Then, Azrael gets scared and looks away, almost as if it seemed like he was thinking "If I close my eyes it'll be over soon" in that sort of way. When Rixii realized what he did and backed off, Azrael remained on the floor, unmoving.
I didn't expect to write something like that, or that something like that would occur between them. I mean, sure, boys will be boys, but I didn't think their squabble would turn out like that!
I don't know. Maybe it's just my dirty mind thinking way too into this and I'm overreacting. Hopefully.
- Location:dorm room
- Mood:
creative
So I'm trying to lose enough weight by August so I can cosplay as Lum Invader from Urusei Yatsura, or Nadia from Nadia: Secret of Blue Water (so I'm going old school, sue me! :P), and it's hard. Especially so since I'm in college right now, and most of the time the dining options are less than healthy.
Right now, I weigh in around 132 pounds. Earlier, perhaps from late January to early February, I weighed about 138, so I have lost some weight by changing my diet and working out at the gym. However, I did skip a few weeks due to getting sick and getting caught up with homework (and it's hard getting back in the habit of going back..).
I've replaced all that I drink with water and tea, and I also don't eat as many sweets and fried foods as I used to. The results have shown. Internally, I feel a lot cleaner, and I can't stomach hoardes and hoardes of fattening stuff anymore. Earlier this week, I saw a picture of a doughnut and I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I eat a lot of more veggies now, but it's really hard to restrict my intake of carbs. I LIKE eating breads, probably moreso than I like eating meat. And if I follow the advice of my dad, I have to eat carbs only ONCE a day. He may of well just said to kill myself. >.<
But I really want to lose weight. I don't like the tire sitting around my stomach, and the fat under my chin could disappear, too. And yet as I type this, a pint of B&J Chunky Monkey sits right next to my laptop. Argh!
I just have to remind myself that do I really want all of Baltimore and Otakon attendies to see my pudgy stomach while I prance about in a two-piece tiger-striped bikini? I think not.
Tomorrow, I'm headed to the gym, right after dinner. Lunch will probably consist of a salad and a sandwich (without condiments! They put too much on it, anyway), while dinner will probably be fruit, salad, and whatever veggie that hasn't been drenched in fatty oils and butters (good luck on that). Maybe cereal, I dunno. Like I said, eating healthy at MBC is difficult. You'd think that since we spend over $32 grand on tuition alone they'd at least do something about the food. Breakfast will be fruit, and maybe an egg, if they have the omlette station open. I'll just scramble it instead of being all fancy. Saves time. I'll also head to the gym on Thursday and Friday morning too, before I head out for my train ride back home. I didn't get a chance to go work out today becuase of homework. Hopefully by the end of Spring Break I'll have caught up with everything.
Hopefully.
- Location:dorm room
- Mood:
working - Music:Fukai Mori by Do As Infinity
Yes Rixii, I'm looking at you.
First off, you decided that your sole purpose to go to Fatima was to find Luska, your stepfather, and bring him back home in the hopes of making your mom happy. Fair enough, right? Wrong. Then you decided that you loathed Luska so much that you wanted nothing to do with him, and thought it would be a better idea to go to Fatima to find some medicine for your mom's disease
I took a look back on my pbwiki of Ayden, and you know what? It seems a helluva lot more plausible for you to go to Fatima in search of Luska if you want to dispel that nasty curse you placed on him, in order to lift the curse on your clan. Now you don't have to bring him back or anything, you just have to find that rock and purify it. That's it. No confrontation (hopefully), just grab and go. Besides, it'll create a lot more conflict when you meet up with Ryuko and he tells you that your mom's going to die anyway, seeing how there is no cure for kuru (and there won't be any in MY fantasy world, either because I'm a cold bitch like that), and that dispelling the curse will not work as it has nothing to do with it. Furthermore, Luska's quite dead. The only problem this presents is how the hell Ryuko knew Luska was dead. No, it's also easy to remedy: Ryuko tried to find him himself, only to find that he died.
So, I think that you should stop being such a fucking waffle and settle on something quick, before I DO write that steamy scene between you and Azrael that's been stewing about in my head for some time, and make you ohsototally gay for him. Don't tempt me. I will.
I will let you have a bit of freedom though, only because it will make my life a lot easier. I'll just write that you want to specifically find an Astuton druggist because you place more faith in their practice than a Fal or Valkorian. Racist, yes, but isn't that one of the manuscript's many themes? But if that fails, you will just settle on finding Luska. And then you mistake Ryuko for Luska, and the novel continues on its happy little way.
Thanks for being such a wishy-washy bitch,
hanabi_89 aka Your Creator
PS: You're fucking lucky I think you would be smexy in breechcloth and leggings. That's the only thing that's saving you right now. And lighten up a little.
- Location:my dorm room
- Mood:
aggravated - Music:Salva Nos by Kajira Yuki
Alrighty!
I started writing around 12am and went past my wordcount sometime around 7:45 pm (mind that I wrote in spurts, not one long session!). Even though I'm aware that the prose has some heavy cleaning up to do, I'm pretty surprised with myself that I actually committed to doing this. Now if there is only one way I can be like this on my English papers...
Furthermore, I found out that my wonderful roommate is also participating! Yay!
On another note, Lucius, one of my characters, was unusually quiet today... hmm, I guess he's done angsting. For now.
- Location:Library
- Mood:
tired - Music:Stand Inside Your Love by The Smashing Pumpkins
Alright. It's clearly obvious that I haven't posted to my LJ since "last Thursday." RL and college have seemed to get in the way of things...
Anyway, this November I am going to particpate in NANOWRIMO. Again. And this time I'm serious about it. I hate that every year when I say I'm going to do it, I make a half-assed attempt and never finish. I don't like leaving things unfinished because they make me look unaccomplished and afraid of commiment, which I am neither. This year, I am going to write AND finish an entire 50,000 word novel, and nothing's going to stop me from doing it.
And so, I'm going to regularly update my LJ with entries concerning my progress, musings, rantings (probably), and whatnot. Perhaps the venting will be therapeutic...
Wish me luck, internets!
- Location:Security Dock at college library
- Mood:
determined - Music:none
Yeah. I'm not sure how to even START on that one...
- Location:My room
- Music:hum of the fan
My day, that is (for the most part).
Last week I officially graduated from high school. I didn't think it would have much impact on me, but at the graduation ceremony my legs grew weak when my class entered the stadium and my heart felt like it was going to burst from all the emotion. They were playing Pomp and Circumstance for me, and it felt really special. Unfortunately, one of my classmates died a little less than three hours after the ceremony. His car lost control on a curve and he crashed into a tree. Even though I didn't know him, I felt angry because I didn't (and still don't) think it was fair. He didn't even start living yet...
At work today, my time card wasn't in the office for the first time. I was so happy that I did a little dance in the middle of the store, right in front of customers. Yeah, I earned a lot of weird looks then. But my register decided to be a prick today, and kept eating all of my reciept paper. I think I ended up losing a few debit and credit reciepts that way, so I'm pretty sure that my card's going back in the office again next week. I fail.
Months ago I made my decision to attend Mary Baldwin College in Staunton, VA. I had actually got into all three colleges I applied for (MB, University of MD College Park, St. John's University), but MB offered the best deal. I recieved a scholarship of $11,000 per year, and a few grants along with a work study program. College Park only offered two loans and told me that I would have to find my own work study program on campus (which pretty much meant that I wasn't getting one since there are so few jobs available on campus and everyone scrambles for them). St. John's University offered $10,000 each year in scholarships. I'm still having a little trouble getting used to the idea of an all-female school, but I think I can handle it.
I hope I can handle it.
- Location:home
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:whatever's on TV at the moment
- Location:my room
- Mood:
tired - Music:hum of the computer
- Location:living room
- Mood:
worried - Music:"When You Were Young" by The Killers
Since Newspaper is considered a "class" at my school, part of my grade depends on how many ads I can get for the paper. Ignoring the fact that I've been working my little butt off on articles and design(our design editor is a slacker), I still had to go out and get ads.
Last week I went to this dry cleaners off-base, and managed to get someone to purchase an ad. I scheduled Monday to pick up the money, but on that day the person said that they forgot the money, and asked if I could come by on Tuesday instead.
Being the stupidly nice (is that possible?) person that I am, I agree to it.
Today I returned to the dry cleaners, but the person LEFT and I had to speak with the manager. Apparently the person never told her that they purchased an ad, and couldn't get a chance to speak with them before they left.
So now, with three days before the marking quarter ends, I have no ads and my grade is going to tank. Yay.
I think I trust strangers too much for my own good. >.
- Location:living room
- Mood:
infuriated - Music:Adagio (Love Theme # 1) - Hana Yori Dango Variations
I'm an AVID tutor, but so far we (the other student tutors at my school and I) really haven't done anything, save for "playing secretary" for the teacher in charge of the AVID program. I don't mind too much; it's like a free period and after dealing with my first period class I could really use one. Anyway, the AVID teacher asks me to go to the copier room to pick up some things that she is printing. When I reach the room, I find out that it's a huge stack of SAT stuff, and it's still printing. Figuring that it was going to take a while, I laid down on a couch nearby and took a nap.
Stupid, I know >.<.
Later my old art teacher wakes me up, and starts asking me a bunch of questions, as from her view I looked like I was skipping class (as I had no hallway pass as well). She let me go once I explained myself, but not without embarrassing me. To make matters worse, she's married to my old english teacher, who works with the Newspaper staff, so more than likely I will NOT hear the end of it. Argh.
- Location:sister's room
- Mood:
embarrassed - Music:hum of the laptop
Anyway, today I finished editing my manuscript/ugly baby in Psychology. I'll just say that it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, only to be replaced by a much LARGER weight now that I realize I have to do the rewrite. On top of that, I have to write two articles for my school's newspaper, read (at least) three books and review those, START reading Jane Eyre and prepare an analysis for a poem by Byron for AP English, write a report for AP Statistics, and prepare for this year's NANOWRIMO. Argh.
I need to get off my lazy butt and start working, but apparently my brain still thinks it's summer.
- Location:my room, blatantly ignoring my homework...
- Mood:
sick - Music:hum of the laptop
Moving on, today I had to go to seminar, and on the way I saw a trail of blood on the floor. It wasn't a few droplets here and there, but a LONG trail that went into at least two hallways and the walls.
And people wonder why my school has the worst reputation in AA county. -_-
- Location:my room
- Music:I Know What Boys Like by The Waitresses
It's pretty obvious that my teacher is severely disappointed with her classes. Hardly anyone was actually serious about the summer assignment (some didn't even do it) and our Wuthering Heights seminar embarrassed her (a student teacher was in the room taking notes...). And since so many of my classmates don't measure up to her standards, she has begun to point out "model students"--like me and a few other people. Gah! I HATE it when teachers call me out. Whenever that happens, everyone automatically turns to you and stares. It makes me feel like I'm on display. I can only hope that she'll stop...
A lot of people have said that the AP classes aren't as "prestigious" at my school now. This is because my school's principal is trying to get everyone to take AP courses, regardless if they can handle the course load or not (and if they are even remotely interested in taking the course), just so she can say that all students are taking AP classes because they are so smart. That's not going to fix the school's more important problems. We're still going to have drop-outs, fights, questionable material on bathroom walls, drugs, weapons, and teens having sex behind lockers. And since everyone is taking AP courses, the material gets watered down, and the teachers spend the majority of the class period quieting the noisy students rather than teaching.
Eek, I think I just ranted. >_<
- Location:the cozy little corner in my room
- Mood:
crappy - Music:hum of the computer
- Location:living room
- Mood:
sick - Music:Secret of Mana:Distorted Star by GrayLightening & SnappleMan
And I still have little idea what my college major will be, let alone which college I plan to attend. Just when I think that I have my list narrowed down, I see something else or wonder what I was thinking when I believed that I wanted to go to that college.
And is it better to go to a private college than a "big state" college? I've always wanted to go to a university--greater opportunities and more majors to choose from--but the stigma big state colleges carry kind of makes me feel a bit iffy about them...
And on another note, I can't help but agree with this:
- Location:living room
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:Futurama
I already know I'm a fairly twisted girl. Due to my sense of humor, I've already given my school enough reasons to consider sending me to counseling. Not that I have been to counseling, though. They've just considered it.
Anyway, early this morning I wrote a short drabble on why my character Lucius didn't like potatoes. Yes, potatoes. And somehow he equated potatoes with war, and as he didn't like war, found potatoes to be horrid.
It's either I'm insane, tired, or Lucius is just being his off-kilter self as usual. More than likely the latter.
And my side hurts like the Dickens. Crap.
- Location:living room
- Mood:in pain. excruciating pain.
- Music:the hum of the computer
- Location:your kitchen
- Mood:
chipper - Music:the icecream man riding down my street
