Dark_Alchemist

Haha, true, yeah. I'll call you sometime after dinner and before CC to finalise stuff. xDD; But d'you think it'll work, just as a sort of reaffirmation?

Call me sometimes between now and seven if it's all right for us to pick you up tonight... If it would work out, that is. Because it's sort of probably good for me to know. xDD

Brein is an inside joke with myself. Which shows how pathetic I am. Hahahahhaaaa.

Okay. I haven't told you this yet. So my dad's friend Angela has a seven-year-old daughter who I guess is absolutely in love with me, because every time she sees me or hears I'm coming over, she gets ridiculously excited, and every time I leave she cries. xDD It's really cute. Her name is Payton. We went to Borders together today. I was trying to read New Moon, since Hillary has my copy right now, but Payton kept telling me about the book she was reading. It was about a ladybug. So I'm trying to feign interest while reading about Felix and Demetri (pretty much coolest names ever, btw) coercing Alice and Edward to bring Bella to see Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Dear God I've read these books too often. Then Jane is using her gift to torture Edward, while Alec is angry, and Bella's like 'wtf'. And Payton's like, "Look! Kelsey! The ladybug is trying to pick a fight with the whale!" Only she can't read very well yet, so she makes up half the story by following the pictures. It's really funny. But I'm trying to read about Edward, and missing Carlisle since I adore him, and missing Emmett and Jasper too, since they're just great.

I am such a freaking nerd.

Anyway. So do you think it will work for tomorrow? That is, for me to swing by and pick you up around... 8.30, 9? Tell me if so, tell if not... And if not, there'd better be a damn good reason why. (partially kidding.)

Have I told you I'm rereading Eldest? It's pretty fantasmic. On another note, I often think up conversations, scenarios, and little sub-plots that I would love to include somewhere in some story. Often I'll think of a single sentence, or paragraph, that has nothing to do with any story I'm currently working on. Such as the one I thought up a day or two ago. It's about someone who's being bullied into running errands for the Chicago mafia in the 1920s. I wrote it down so that I wouldn't forget, but it was seriously, like, two sentences. It's kind of frustrating, because I think of stuff like that all the time, and have no use for it. >:|

I need to start going to bed earlier. Like, I fall asleep around one or so in the morning, usually wake up some time during the night, and then get up at seven the next morning. Usually I wake up at around six first, then since it's already kind of light outside, I have a hard time getting back to sleep. Very frustrating. Then when it's time to get up I'm absolutely exhausted and dead on my feet until about third period, when I sort of recover. Then when ten PM rolls around again, I'm wide awake. And thus the cycle continues. Why, brain? Why must you be so cruel to me? Dx

I think I want to write about a mafia plot now. That would be cool. Haha, if I ever become a writer for real, all of my books will somehow have August in them, probably. He's my favourite of any character I've ever invented.

I officially hate this keyboard. It's total crap. I have to, like, pound on the keys to get them to pick up all the letters. Then again, perhaps I am used to allowing my fingers to merely flutter over the keys, like I am able to on my mother's computer. This keyboard is just infuriating. I'm used to being able to type quickly, and if I have to press hard on each key it really slows me down. DD:

Ugh. We had an assembly yesterday about not getting into car crashes. It had some very cool pictures. Like, brains coming out of noses cool. But I was a good little girl and went to the frosh/soph assembly, instead of going to the junior/senior assembly like a lot of people-- I really wish I had, though, because their assembly had, like, a real-time reenactment. With real fake blood. And carnage. And crushed cars. And ambulances and fire trucks! And it was supposed to be, like, 'don't drink and drive before or after prom!' since prom is coming up soon, and so there was a 'dance' thing. And then there was loud squeals and a crash. And kids as the actors all bloodied and mangled. I really wish I'd've gone. DDDD:

Yeah, it makes sense... Haha. xDD I'm doing the same thing with G+B, remember? Starting with a scene that's near the end... Stephenie Meyer did the same thing with Twilight. She wrote the scene in the meadow first, then finished it (I think), then went from the beginning. I have a jar of lotion on my head. It's been hailing a lot lately. While I was walking home (since I have sort of a lengthy walk from where my bus drops me off to where the apartment is-- not nearly comparable to yours, but whatevs) it was raining, and so to excercise my breins I was describing it as poetically as possible. It's sort of a thing I do as an excercise for my writing skillz. It helps my breins stay fresh. Anyway. So while I was doing that, both of my hoods pulled firmly over my ears (I was wearing a hoodie under a windbreaker), I thought of a pretty darn cool sentence. It just kind of popped into my head. I was describing the rain happily, angrily, sadly, in confusion; lots of moods to strain myself. Since I guess I'm a masochist. While I was on melancholy/blase/dark, I came up with, "The oppressive, dark mass pressed down with heavy hands; its deluge clouded the air with mist. Its victims huddled under hoods and umbrellas, attempting futily to find some semblence of comfort under such shoddy shelters." It was better than that, but that's the general idea. It's great fun to describe your surroundings when you have nothing better to do.

I think mother knows that you're coming over this weekend. I need to remind her, though, since she tends to forget things like that. I hope it doesn't rain this weekend. That would suck if it did. Not that I really mind the rain, but I enjoy my walks, and don't feel like being rained on. Since we'll probably be walking to the theatre to see 300. And if we're wet when we get there, we'l be wet while were in there, and theatres for some reason are rather cold. I don't like being cold and wet. Wet? Fine. Cold? Tolerable. Both at the same time? DDx;;

I still have a lotion jar on my head.

OH MY GOD TSUBASA. I hadn't noticed it was out yet... Or rather, I hadn't checked the sight yet, nor had I checked the KuroxFay LJ comm. And thusly, I hadn't noticed. xDD But SNAP that was a cool chapter. Although now I need 151 to complete the conversation, because Clamp is evil and enjoys torturing their fans. Hahaaaaa... Today I was looking through volume 14 in study hall, for lack of anything better to do (and my friend had just returned it to me), and I realised, "WHOA. They changed the groups around!" Because I've been reading a bit of X lately, out-of-order, primarily just to get the gist of the story. And I didn't even notice that Kamui and Fuuma were leading the opposite groups in TRC that they did in X. Hahahaha.

Know who looks impossibly adorable in glasses? FAY DOES!

Which marks the best news ever. TSUBASA ARTBOOK. OH MY GOLLY WOBBLES. So now I have to drag mother and Cristian to Kinokuniya ASAP so I can snag it, along with volume 18 (19?) if it's out. No waaiiiit. 19 just ended. 18, then. And it'd better be out. Or else I'm kidnapping... Someone. Until I get it. >:D

You're coming over this weekend whether you like it or not. If it comes to it, I'll kidnap you or something. The way I was thinking we could work this is that on the way to mother's house Friday night, dad and I could pick you up-- it would be kind of later, though, since that night we have Comedy Cafe and my friends will murder me if I'm not there. It's kind of a Drama thing. You're either there, or you're ostricised. (not to be confused with ostrich-sized) Jokingly, of course, but yeah. It's a big deal in the Drama department.

So, uh. After that (it starts at 7.19 pm, and lasts an hour to an hour and a half) we could swing by and pick you up. The reason why is that I may have to go see a play with one of my friends at 7-ish on Saturday night, since it's the last time it's being performed on stage in Oregon or something.

My mother is so infuriating. She's like, "YOU HAVE TO GET NO Fs IF YOU WANT TO GO WITH US ON THE TRIP THIS SUMMER" and I'm like, "Well, frack, mom. You could've told me BEFORE I decided that math class was dumb." Because I'm sort of failing it. And my dad is yelling at me to get off the computer, because apparanty his needs are greater than mine, and so yeah.

Alice is nineteen. xDD Carlisle is 23, Emmett and Jasper are 20, Rosalie is 18, Edward obviously 17, and Esme is 26. Poor Edward. He's the youngest. In age of creation, though, I think it's... Carlisle, Jasper, Edward, Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and Esme. I think. That sounds right. Carlisle didn't actually make Jasper, or Alice, though. They just found him. And yeah. I'm insanely dweebalicious.

I have such a guy's sense of humour. Like, I was talking about 300 (because I seriously do adore that movie) to my guy friends, and I guess I surprised them by saying that the battle scenes were my favourite parts, or something. And plus I laugh at all the gross/immature/perverted jokes boys just love to tell. So yeah. They called me a guy in a dress. xDD

You get no clues whatsoever. I want the ending to be a complete surprise. And I was just about to say something, but then I realised that it could potentially give it away. If you understood it, and combined it with how I think. Which, since yu've known me for upwards of a decade now, probably wouldn't be very difficult.

I actually know someone who's 4' 10". She's the cutest little thing. She barely comes up to my collarbone. xDD And she's older than me, too...

So, do you want to see 300 this weekend? If so, then we should totally go, because let me tell you. It's amazing. It had me so excited. I wanted to write, like, this huge, apocolyptic battle scene that accumulated the mechanics of every battle the Spartans were in. It was dreadfully exciting.

Okay, I'll give you a hint to the end of my Tsubasa story... I'm pretty sure you've gotten it before, but I'll remind you. It involves character death. :D But not who you might think... Take that how you will. >:D

But about the xxxHolic girl... She reminds me of Alice mainly in personality. Also physically, to a certain extent, but mainly personality-wise. That girl is just so darn cute. x33

Oh my gash. That is rather frightening. xD; It does totally sound like Artemis Fowl. Haha, that would be funny if the perpetrator were Eoin Colfer. Not realistic, perhaps, but amusing nonetheless.

I wrote a very amusing little scene for my G+B story... It's actually not amusing, but it was fun to write. Ged and Bella are yelling at each other. Bella is frustrated by the fact that Gedric can't seem to control his temper, and Gedric is frustrated that Bella can't seem to understand why he's so angry in the first place. It's mostly due to Gabriel-- he's just so darn good at provoking his son with very little effort on his part. I adore Gabriel. He's such a slimy little git. But he more than makes up for it with his sharp charm and endless wit. Hahahaaaaa. If I'm ever published, he will have a lot of fangirls, I'm guessing... It also doesn't hurt that he's devilishly handsome. Every good villian should be, after all.

But yeah. If my story were ever made into a movie, I would probably want Jude Law to play Gabriel... That would just be awesome. And they'd have to get a really hot guy to play Gedric, but make him less attractive for the first half or so... Hmm. Whatever. I'm not going to think about that. xD;

I haven't drawn a girl other than Gwen in quite a long time... Mostly I've been drawing hot guys for my friends. It's deliciously fun, so I wouldn't dream of complaining, but I really should draw more women before I forget how. xDD Which would suck. Just for reference, I've figured out the general heights of my characters... August and Quinn are both around 6' 2" or 6' 3", Gwen is about 5' 10" (she's tall), and Beatrix is about 5' 8". Gwen is taller and more willowy than Beatrix, who, rather, is smaller and curvier. (Which, coincidentally, is August's type of woman, which is partially why he likes her so much-- to him, she's totally hot. Hehehe.) Gwen has boobs, yes, and hips-- however, she is more straight down in proportions. Not really. But more so than Beatrix.

Just as a side note, it would be so kickass to be a secret agent. Like James Bond. Damn that would be awesome.

I've found the absolute perfect song for the end of my Tsubasa story. 100% perfect. I can't tell you what it is, though, because then it would spoil the ending. :D But oh my gosh. It's perfect.

Other than that... Oh yeah! I stayed home from school today because my idiotic alarm clock decided that it would be fun to reset itself! So instead of waking me up at 7 am like it should have, it woke me up at 10.45 am! Joy! I'm going to kill that clock, I swear.