Um, yeah. Enjoy, I guess?

SHUT. UP.

You're what? 40 years old? Act like it. My mom does stuff for her brothers and sisters because SHE LOVES AND TRUSTS THEM. Stop being a big pussy about her letting them use her car. And no, do not blame her worrying about them for the baby falling off the bed. Where was your inattentive ass? Hm? HM?

Rant over.

In other news....On the gaming front, Disgaea 2 and Digital Devil Saga 2 are fucking awesome. Devil May Cry continues to be fucking hard.

HAI GUYZ guess what I got for Christmas.

A digital camera (a memory card, and a picture printer I'll probably never use)
A cell phone case
Devil May Cry 5th Anniversary Collection
Naruto Uncut Box Set Volume 2
Final Fantasy Fables: Chocobo Tales
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya Volume 1
Some manga (YuGiOh!Duelist and Death Note)
Hairspray the movie
$140 to Borders
$50 to EBGames
$15 to Toys R Us

Yeah, it was great. And my dad wasn't a gigantic bastard (as he's been as of late). Will try to update more often, I sp'pose...I usually just post around communities rather than my own journey. Should fix that, I suppose.

My first P3 one, no less. :P  Oh lord, the last THREE posts have been fanfics.

Title:  Teamwork
Character/Pairings:  Junpei, Yukari, Main character (Kisei)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for the first full moon.
Summary: A "novelization" of the first full moon fight.

 

wuts goin on in dis thred? it be battletoadz? no battletoadz? =(

Okay, been a while without an update....I suppose I'll rant just a little bit.

My mom is pregnant (the baby is due in September) and she refuses to terminate. All right, whatever, I'll deal with it. However, I am NOT going to get all excited about it. I do not want to go to my mother's sonogram or get excited with about the baby. Why is that so hard to deal with/understand?

Yeesh.

 CRASH.

 

            It had been sudden, and any normal person would have died. He was no normal person, however. So there he lay, unconscious, in a small patch of flowers where flowers refused to grow.

 

            She watched him. Something about the spiky haired blond reminded her of someone; of Zack.

 

            Aeris shook her head gently. She knew he was gone. Maybe…He was a SOLDIER, too? She shook her head again. Kneeling next to the unconscious teen, she ran her hand gently across his face and down his neck until she came to his dog tags.

 

Cloud. The boy’s name was Cloud.

 

I'll work on the rest later, but what I have so far...

When I was a young boy,    A shot of Alyssa with her mother as a baby
My father took me into the city   A shot of Alyssa's father arguing with Dick
To see a marching band.    A shot to Alyssa's ancestors rising up
---He said,    
----"Son when you grow up,  Alyssa as a baby again, fading into her reading the letter sent by her mother

will you be the saviour of the broken,  Alyssa's mother turned to stone, fading into her being shattered (?)
The beaten  May being comforted by Alyssa at the concert hall
 and the damned?"   A shot of the Dark Man

---He said
---"Will you defeat them, your demons, Fading shots of all the subordinates being destroyed

and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"    Lord Burroughs, fading into Alyssa shackled to the altar
Because one day I leave you,    A shot of Alyssa's father falling from the balcony
A phantom to lead you in the summer,  
To join the black parade."    The Dark Man walking down the street

---When I was a young boy,
---My father took me into the city
---To see a marching band.    Alyssa in the opening walking towards the bench, fading into a shot of her ancestors dancing

---He said,
---"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,  Dorothy crying in her chair
The beaten   Albert walking down the hall blindly
 and the damned?"   Dorothy and Albert talking together before Corroder attacks.

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.    Alyssa's mother's face set over the letter she sent
And other times I feel like I should go.       Alyssa rushing towards her house
Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.    Alyssa walking through the streets of London in WW2, fading into May falling down the stairs

When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on,   May's dad landing on the fence, fading into a scene with Alyssa waving to May and her father.
We'll Carry on    Dorothy and Albert reunited.
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on   The Dark Man transforming into Lord Burroughs.
Carry on   Alyssa giving May her pocket watch.
We'll carry on    Alyssa giving Dorothy her shawl
And in my heart I cant contain it   Nancy running over to the door shouting that Alyssa laughed for the first time.
The anthem wont explain it.   Nancy showing Alyssa her necklace, fading into it shattering into pieces.

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams   The Scissor Twins riding on the pendulum.
Your misery and hate will kill us all    May playing the piano while she's crying
So paint it black and take it back   Dick slamming his hands on the balcony while Alyssa watches
Lets shout it loud and clear  Alyssa screaming in terror.
Do you fight it to the end     Alyssa aiming her bow at the sky
---We hear the call to
---To carry on
---We'll carry on    The Rooders of the past telling their story to Alyssa, fading back and forth to the coffin with their symbol on it.

---Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on 
---We'll carry on   Alyssa using the Old Rooder Arrow to defeat Chopper

And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on  Alyssa and Nancy hugging, fading to Nancy dead in her car.

--And on we carry through the fears  
--Disappointed faces of your peers    Ralf and Jemima torturing Dennis

---Take a look at me cause  
---I could not care at all      Sledgehammer doing...something Sledgehammery.

---Do or die
---You'll never make me
---Cause the world, will never take my heart   Alyssa on the altar again, with Dennis throwing the last piece of the clover necklace to her.

You can try, you'll never break me   Chopper jumping out at Alyssa when she sees her father's body.
--Want it all,
--I'm gonna play this part   Alyssa aiming her arrow at Burroughs and having it knocked away

Wont explain or say i'm sorry    The Dark Man spinning Alyssa around

---I'm not ashamed,
---I'm gonna show my scar   The clock tower rising up in place of the lodge

You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..    May giving her father the pocket watch

---I'm just a man,
---I'm not a hero    May with her father, fading into her father running across the battlefield

---Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
---Just a man,
---I'm not a hero   The Scissor Twins torturing Dennis while Alyssa looks on at the doorway

I -- don't -- care    Alyssa sinking into the mud pit
Carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on   Alyssa's grandfather talking with her
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on    Alyssa's mother pushing her out of the rubble
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on

Okay, so I decided to touch up the Eyes On Me lyrics so they made a bit more sense...

FF8 fic. I may have messed with canon a little (or a lot) but I'm quite satisfied with it. Since, you know, I haven't written anything in a while. And this is only a first draft, so I probably have to make some edits.

Title: La Caja de música  (The Music Box)
Words: 697 (so short D:)
Summary: Rinoa gives Squall a music box as a gift...stuff happens.
Genre: Horror?

OH MY GOD. I FEEL LIKE FOOTBALL-KICKING A KITTEN. WORK SUCKED ASS.

To the guy who called me over with "YO!" Fuck you. I'm not your servent, you treat me with RESPECT.

To the girl who asked me to throw away her big pile of napkins, get a brain. You passed TWO crash cans on your way. Do it yourself.

To the woman who asked for the "7.50 special" wtf are you talking about? I have no idea what you're talking about. And don't call someone else over and tell them the actual name of the special you want in an attempt to make me look bad. Go fall in a ditch.

And that's all I really feel like saying. -__- And I found out that when I tuck my hair under my hat, I can pull off a pretty good girl look. Ask and you shall receive.

Cloud. Gay Cloud. Gay Cloud trying to adjust to life as Gay Cloud. I am scared. This is not the dream I should be able to remember after two and a half weeks of dreamless-ness. Excluding the one about the guy who killed puppies.

In Hojo's labratory, Lucrecia and himself discussed the possibilities of genetic cloning. Using components of Lucrecia's DNA and that of different animals, Hojo created nine "daughters." He filed this as the Sayonara Project.

Bleeergh.

Friends came over yesterday. Everything was, for a while, quite fun. But then they decided to get all touchy-feely with eachother. We're sitting watching a movie and they're huddled up and holding hands under the blankets and BRROOOOGH.

"Are we bothering you?" They ask, or something like that. I told them earlier they were making me uncomfortable, but I guess they didn't hear. Selective hearing and all that jazz. So I be a sport and let them go on.

Never. Fucking. Again.

You know why? Because someone put EYE-LINER ON ME. >_<

They're unconscious in the parlor right now. And you know what? When they get up I'm asking them to go home. I just don't care.

Yep, Yaoi Day. August 1st. I made stuff. Of course I made stuff.


http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v341/whitemage12/yaoi%20day/

Go there for the limited, but interesting, goods.

GRAAUUGH. Okay, I figured that smileys had an international understanding, but appearently NOT. Because the world is full of IDIOTS. Idiots that are STUPID.

Okay, let's come to an understand. When I saw "ew __" and then add a :P face, I'm KIDDING YOU DUMBASS. Clearly, you bitching at me to "stay out of your business"  just proves that you have no sense of humor, cannot understand satire or the English langauge, and should BURN IN A FIREY PIT OF HELL. I do not NEED THIS, dammit, nor do I need you glomp-hugging the other two people in the conversation.

GO SUCK ON A COCK AND DIE.

That is all. Continue about your business.

All the themes I have to use for the thirtyforthree LJ group:

Pairing: Yuna/Rikku/Tidus

1: Bloodlines
2: Kisses
3: Giving Up
4: Surprise
5: Love bites
6: If only
7: Hugs
8: Babies
9: Talking over Distance
10: Rent
11: Snowfall
12: Alone
13: Irritating people
14: Fobidden
15: Stop that
16: Pillows
17: Fever
18: Clouds
19: Time
20: Far away
21: Naptime
22: Remembering
23: If it wasn't you...
24: Dreaming
25: Looking
26: Hidden
27: Fluffy things
28: Get out
29: Tattoo
30: Touch

Each will be crossed out as completed.

Okay, I went to the doctor's today. This really isn't too bad in and of itself but...

First thing is first; meeting the doctor.

Me: *Sitting on tablebenchthing*
Doctor: *comes in* Hello.
Me: *must have been really low* hello

Then I got yelled at a bit, asked if something was wrong, got yelled at a bit more AGAIN and continued to answer his random questions while he went on with the examination. (I got really scared when I answered with "mm-hmm" a couple of times, because he got mad that he couldn't hear me.)

Then it was over. I left kinda ";_;" but other than that, I'm fine. Rawr.

I want my mom to come home from work, she's supposed to take me to the mall. ;_;