Saturday, July 23, 2005

   Ha. ^^
Nope....no theme. Decided I'm better off just keeping it all mismatched...like my socks. o.O Mmmk? Lol. Yeah...I was changing up my background, but it went all crazy and I ended up changing it back to Atreyu. I just can't find anything as good or anything I like as much. Any suggestions, send it to me please. ^^ I'm coming out of my shell for awhile to comment on wallpapers and sign people's guestbooks. Feel like being at least a LITTLE social, so yeah. Oooh...nyeh...got sick yesterday. -.- Sucks so very much. But if I'm better....going paintballing tomorow....yus..bring it on. :D Ooook...later..and..stuff...>.> (NEW MUSIC VIDEO. ^^ Hawthorne Heights. Ohio Is For Lovers.)
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Friday, July 22, 2005

^^
Yup....changed my icon...with no votes, I went all random. In fact, I went so random, I decided to go with something I hadn't even listed. ^^ Haha...so yeah. I might be changing my background too...maybe I should try to do some 'theme' or something....though I love being random and mismatched. It's always funenr. So yeah..I dunno. ^^ Mmmk?
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Monday, July 18, 2005

Mwuhahahha
http://quizilla.com/users/SuchWhisperedScreams/quizzes/Scent%20Of%20A%20Sinner%3A%3APart%201%3A%3A%20%20'Where%3F!'

Haha....I'm starting my story...another one anyways. i decided to use that name 'Scent of a Sinner' on it. so now I have no ideas for a name for my current book that I've been putting on here. So yeah. o.O Oooh...so check out SOAS, and rate and things, so I'll have the motivation to continue the series. It'll be great. I have many..twists and things. but without motivation or any sort of encouragement, I'll go back to my hole and keep SOAS and the Untitled book all to myself. So hahaha. Ermm...mmk. So, look down at my last entry, there's still time to decide my beautiful icon before I just choose something randomly. Bye. ^^
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Saturday, July 16, 2005

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Erm. Yeah. Complete theif...age. o.O Nyeh. >.< I started submitting some of my stuff on basehead.org, and some person stole it from there and put it here. I feel violated. -.- http://wallpapers.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&id=41211 I keep asking to have it removed, and reporting it. . .but nothing happened. Why meh????
Whew...alright. Next thing, new background-age. . .Atreyu. From the Curse, Bleeding Macara. I love that song. ^^ I'm thinking about changing my icon too, but I dunno. I lurve him.^^ Lol. . .I've become quite fond of that little guy beside my comments. >.> He's gotta go sooner or later though, or I'll get tired of him and start stabbing my screen. o.O Oh yes.. .I went to the park at like. .. 7 in the morning to go meet up with my freind Wyatt. . .and after an hour there, we went back to my house. My mom and brother were there, and we were playing Risk. We got down to where me and Wyatt(teams) were down to just Japan, and they CONQUERED ASIA. Hahaha...all by themselves. ^^ And then we lost. >.< And I went to the park AGAIN today with him and we hung out there for like. . .4 hours. And got rained on. It was weird. Haha! All for now adn stuff.
And YOU get to pick! Yes. . .people who make it down to this part of my post, YOU get to decide my new icon. Here are your options,
1. 'Desire to kill'. 2. 'Fallen'. 3.'Murder'. 4. 'You Bring Out The Worst In Me.' 5. 'It Sounds Like Heaven Falling'. 6. 'Mercury In Your Veins'. 7. 'Hidden.' 8. 'In Your One Step Closer, You Lower Your Judgment.' 9. 'This Is The Last Time We'll Bleed To Feel Alive'. 10. 'This Is How The World Ends.' 11. 'You Can't Scare Me.' 12.'I Hope You Choke.' 13.' Run For Your Life!!'. 14. 'Such A Lonely Existance.' 15. 'Your Lonely Smile Shattered My Heart.'
So, as you can see, I have many choices. And it's hard to decide. That's where YOU come in. ^^ Have fun, vote. Yiou have....2 days. o.O
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Thursday, July 14, 2005

Haha!
Yes. . I've started on more wallpapers. Most recent. . at the moment. . .would be, "When Worlds Collide." That's actually the product of listening to too much Powerman 5000, but it's all good. Got a good wallpaper iout of that song. Really strange ides. 'Hey. . what if I made a video out of this?' Then a 'Nah. . .nothing ever happens.' I wouldn't be able to make a video. I'm a bum. ^^ Oh yes. . .I'm considering 'Scent Of A Sinner' Or something like that for the title of my book. I dunno yet. Haven't gotten to the third chapter. And NO. No chapters for awhile. For 1. I am lazy. 2. i'm really trying to figure out where this book is going to end up/ What is going to happen/ What's the twist. So i have alot of things to think over. 3. I haven't really been home alot lately. and 4. You guys are spoiled. I spoiled you with that good long chapter in just two days. Gotta put a week between them or something so youll want it more or something, I dunno. o.O so yeah, another chapter or half a chapter will be up in a week or so, then after that i'm not sure they'll even be coming in that fast. Well. . all for now since nothing ever happens here. -.-
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Tuesday, July 5, 2005

Part 2
Haha! Done. Whew....I have most of chapter 2 typed out. Yikes it's long. It has a little report thing in it and it's kinda long, but I centered it and it's not very wide. About four words a line. Long...cool though. The chapter was supposed to be longer than that, but using 3 pages for that report got me thinking I should just end it where I left off last time I wrote in it. (Chapter 2 will be split due to it's length.) So here it is, Chapter 1, part 2. Enjoi. (Booyuka. ^^) Oh yes, and excuse my screw-ups there. Rather tired and haven't really had a chance to go over any of it. I'm getting a name on http://www.fictionpress.com, and will have the edited version there. 'Pen name' is Vampire's Lament. I've yet to have it actually verified or whatever, since I've only recently joined it. Should be able to submit by the time you read this though. ^^ (Can't yet though. Need that book name! -.-)

'I cursed the dirty floor. The dust that rose to my face. The dirt that settled on my clothes and and my hair. Making it all seem even more soiled than it really was.
The only sounds now was the dripping of the coffee machine and of the few cars that were rushing by. That's why it suprised me so. The sudden knock at the door. Making me jump and helping more dust clouds form. More curses. Who the hell could it be? People normally didn't bother with me. I stood and went to the door.
"Ha!"
I almost fell back as the form before me jumped forward as the door was opened for him.
"Steve! I exclaimed, glaring at him.
"Calm down, Dev. I thought you might like some company or something." Steve explained as he reached into his pocket. "Thought you might want some of these too." He tossed a pack of cheap cigarettes to me.I squeezed the soft pack some, then looked up at him.
"Thanks Steve. Say, got a lighter in there too?" I grinned as he reached inside the same pocket and pulled out a small black Bic lighter. He extended his hand to me, but didn't drop the lighter into my waiting hand. A batted softly at his closed fist. "What's up?"
"Tch. Gonna at least let me in? A gave you cigarettes already." I shook my head in a slightly disapporving way, but not in a rejecting way. I stepped back and aside to let him him in.
"So what's the news?" I asked as a took the lighter from his now pened hand and led him to he 'living room'. I lit a cigarette from the pack that I pulled out and sat down in the nearest chair, letting my purple eyes study him the entire time.
"Well," he began, grabbing the lighter and a cigarette. He lit it, tossed the lighter back to me, then plopped down in a chair, cigarette hanging lossely from his mouth."....most of Delightful Lane is dead." he finished.
Ah yes. Delightful Lane. THe street I'd always thought to be straight out of a horror novel. I mean....who names a street Delightful Lane. Really? The Lane was a street in Oklahoma That me and Steve had found while wandering around there during our visit to his mother a month or two before she passed away. The Lane or, Delightful, had been on the very edge of the town. It consisted mostly of nice houses and a few shops. Most of the shops were owned by someone who lived on Delightful. Steve and I became to interested in the Lane, we went snooping around to figure all this out, then we kept watch on it for interesting things.
"What do you mean dead?"
"I mean dead," he answered a bit sharply, taking a drag from his cigarette. "some crazy murderer or something went along and killed most that lived on the Lane. Well....all pretty much. Everyone who saw the killer said he travels like a shadow. He's just a blur in the corner of your eye. No one has actually seen his face. But a few have claimed to see some black hairs sticking out of his hood. Some even said they saw the eeriest green eyes staring out from the darkness. The last sighting of him was a week ago, but they said that He was heading this was and there was a few sightings if him on the road between here and there. They say he should've been here around yesterday, and he only works at night, so I guess we'll only be finding out later if he's staring here to start another little killing spree or if he's just passing though."
I took in the information silently.
"Dev?"
Dev. I thought about the name. I began to wonder how anyone got 'Dev' out of 'Nirvana'. Nirvana Abdel. My real name. Ah. I remember. 'Art of the Devil' I'd been called. But 'Art' had gotten old along with 'Devil, 'Satan' and all those others. So Dev.
"Dev!"
My eyes glanced up at him. "Yes?"
A sigh escaped him. "Didn't you hear me?"
A shake of my head.
"I was asking what you thought of all this."
What did I think? ". . . I think. . . serves them right."
"You can't be serious!"
"Living on street called Delightful Lane has to turn out bad. Just think about it."
Steve opened his mouth to say something, but it closed and he was silent. I supposed he was getting ready to reply quite meanly to my statement, but had thought better of it. I tried to change the subject, but he seemed to want to continue.
He shook his head a little. "Those poor people. I wonder why he killed them all. Weird ways too. And it took three murders before the cops decided to launch an investigation."
I couldn't find any words that would fittingly reply to this. I stayed on subject, but tryed my best to stay away from a conversation over the actual murders. "So....I guess we don't have anything to make fun of or watch anymore."
Silence for a moment. Then: "Jeez, Dev!"
I almost jumped at his words. So sudden. I sat there quietly and simply watched him, my head cocked in question of his sudden outburst.
"Why do you talk like that? Can't you have pity for the dead? Do we really need something to make fun of something? Almost ten people are dead, Dev!"
I shook my head some, but said nothing. I couldn't really say anything to that. Why was he suddenly so defensive? He never cared before. I supposed I should've felt bad about it all. . .but funny thing was. . . I couldn't. I sighed some. "I really just. . . can't find that pity. I'm sorry."
"Dev you're just. . . heartless sometimes, you know?"
Such a harsh word. Heartless. Who was he to say anything like that? I frowned then shrugged. "I guess not."
He stood, putting his cigarette out in the palm of his hand. "I need to go. I'll be back later today or something. Buh uh. . . just be careful. Alright? With the murderer out and stuff still. 'Serial killer' or whatever. Promise?"
Still upset at the word heartless, I shurgged a little then nodded. "Fine."
He nodded back, and then he was gone.
I sat there in the silence for a few minutes. I wondered when to leave that night. Like I was ever good at listening to warnings. I'd be going out just because Stever told me not to. Only problem I had was deciding when to go. It took alot of motivation for me to get out of my little hole-in-the-wall, and I sure as hell wasn't leaving if Steve would be back soon. I had to go after he left or. . . I dunno, mabey even before he comes.
I decided to drink the coffee fairly soon. Let it fuel me for the rest of the day, then have the solitude of darkness come later in the night. 'Only if Steve doesn't come back.' Ah yes. He'd be on to me and wouldn't back off if he knew of my plans. Then I began to wonder what I'd do if I met the killer. 'I'd congratulate him. Thank him'. Would I? Or would I freeze on the spot with terror? Or run? Knowing myself, I'd probably get a cocky attitude and wind up dead.
Suprisingly, I wasn't dead. No matter what the situation, I always turned out alive. PErhaps there was something left for me to do. Perhaps. I doubted it though. What the hell could I do for anyone? Tch. . . . I supposed I was just meant to be the killer's next victim.
That's right. Steve would see on the news:
'22 year old Nirvana Abdel found dead in an alley by twenty third
street this morning. Autopsy shows that she'd died about seven
hours before being found at around 8:27. She was apprently stabbed
numerous times times, mostly around the abdominal area. Her funeral
is to be held in the afternoon this coming Monday, or at the latest,
Wednesday.Mainly just friends will be attending due to the lack of
close family.'

A smile spread across my face. Now wouldn't Steve like that? He'd probably curse at my closed coffin. Spit upon the few assorted flowers on my grave. 'Damnit, Dev! Damn you! Why can't you ever just listen?'
And all the while my laughing spirit would be grinning with glee. Malice. No one would mourn over the dead body of Nirvana. No one would know what to carve on the ugly stone they would stick at the top of the patch of dirt where my now rotting corpse would lay. Mabey just:
Nirvana Abdel
Murdered
Birth, August 25, 1983. Death, April 14, 2005

That would be. . . decent.'

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Monday, July 4, 2005

Chap 1. Part 1
Heh. ^^ The Vampire Lestat inspired me to put my book on here..just for people to see. I don't really have a name for it yet. I guess when I submit about the third or fourth chapter I'll start asking for ideas for a name if I didn't figure it out yet. This is the continuation of a book a wrote in my english class last year. It pretty much gets explained in this book, so it's not like the origional book has to be read or anything. It sure does make more sence....but I just have to make everything really cryptic. ^^ So since I haven't typed the other part of this chapter up(paper at the moment), it'll only be 'part 1'. I'll have 'part 2' and probably part of the second chapter typed up by tomorow. So, here it is. ^^ Enjoi (Booyuka! >.>)


'Most don't wake up like that. You wake up to figure out you left all the lights in your house on and that the water in your kitchen is still running. God knows what happened. You swear it was only one bottle, or one drink, or what the hell ever because you're too tried to really remember. Are you tired or just hungover? You wake up to realize your alarm clock has been playing that rock station since 6 in the morning, filling your mind with little warped thoughts of the twisted rockers fantasies. Clock reads about 12:43 PM.
That's where I was.
I groaned as I reached over and slapped my beeping, screaming alarm clock again.I'd probably have turned it off had I been awake enough to remember how. Then again, you can't get a good sleep, get drunk, and remember how to function well all in the same 24 hours, can you? There we go. I think I got it. Or..at least it made some kind of noise besides that faint 'click' you hear whenever you punch the 'snooze' button. You start to memorize that exact sound and have it run through your head all day after hearing it twenty times every morning. That's why you always set your alarm clock an hour early. Does anyone ever really get up the first time it goes off?
It probably would've hurt....falling off the bed like I did. I was numb though, from the alcohol and the fact that I have no bed frame so the broken-springed mattress was just laying on the floor with all the junk heaped around in a circle around it like a worship gathering or something. Then of course, there was the crude trail I made in it to my door, so some off the junk was piled up more in some places than others. It's some ancient and stained carpet. I bet there's probably some old wood everywhere else where the carpet was stripped away after so much rain leaked through and ruined it. I don't think it leaks anymore. Though I'm never in the room, so I wouldn't really know wether the roof leaks or not. Though I suppose that's why that pile of clothes over there is always wet.
They're like...purple. A dark blue, but a purple. But not really. I mean....can a person really have purple eyes without having some sort of surgery..or am I really just that messed up? Those purple eyes gazed over the room with a lazy still-drunken look that didn't really see anything at all. I think I was blind for a second. I stared right at the open window that overlooked the cruddy over grown lawns of my neighborhood. But the sunlight was blinding. Probably these old tired eyes that haven't really seen the sun in a week or so. Well..I can't stay in this crummy old place forever, can I? It was falling apart...and me being in there all the time wasn't helping. Or was it? Wallowing in self-pity had helped keep me going all this time. Why not the house too? But the house had been build back in the time whenever they didn't even think it was possible for it to last this long. That's what they said about me when I was younger.
I pushed myself up off the old rotting floorboards and stood. I almost fell over, but steadied myself. I was stumbling around, over-large clothes hanging off of me strangely. Bah. Forget designer clothes and clothes that fit your body perfectly. Every little curve. Teh. They're uncomfortable..plus if you gain a pound or grow an inch around the waist, you have to run right out and replace them. That means you can't eat. If you let you belly shrink up enough, the smallest things makes it bulge. That's why I never actually understood people who never eat just to lose weight. Though I'm really no expert on the subject. But really....who is? Everyone has their little ideas..but they seriously don't know how the women's stomachs work. After the first week of nothing to eat, they pretty much make up some new, really weird way to work.
Bah. So what did it matter to me that women around the globe were willingly starving themselves to be skinny when the starving people of other places would do anything to have food and be able to get fat?
I'd found my way into the kitchen, though i wasn't quite sure what for...Ah! I crossed over to the other side of the place and turned the knob on the sink all the way down. The annoying dripping noises were gone. The house was in silence. Eerie silence. I shuddered. This wasn't the kind of place where you wanted such noiselessness. That's probably why I'd turned the water on and left it on. The silence got the better of me. I shook my head and switched the water back on. Like it helped. It shattered the silence, but not the feelings inside. I turned it back off. It wasn't helping any. It was just as annoying as before. I almost had a heart attack as a loud buzzing noise suddenly filled the house. It died away and was replaced with a cheerful male announcer's voice.
"Good afternoon, listeners! It's about..6 after 1 and we're getting ready for the newest contest on the best rock station in town. Everyone get ready with their guesses. We'll have details after this. A great new band by the name of 'Black Velvet'. We're starting to expect great things from these young boys, whose songs have already started skyrocketing on the music charts. Best of luck Velvet, and hope everyone enjoys em'."
A hard-core rock song began to play. I didn't really recognize it. I bet it was filled with a bunch of little punks. Well...they made it. To the radio at least. I'd pretty much stopped listening to music, but I was pretty sure they'd make it fairly far. They had some okay lyrics. Well... the words I understood were good. The singer was screaming all the words, so it was pretty hard to figure out what he was saying. But that's what was liked, huh? The words didn't really matter anymore. It was all about the playing. How fast the guitarist is. How good the drummer is. Does their bassist just make the awesomest noises? Can the singer scream really loud?
I wanted to laugh at them all. Sure....it sounded kinda cool, but it was really going to suck when they're fifty and can't even whisper for their nurses to raise the bed up an inch or two so they can see the news about the 'bombing for peace' in a nearby country. It didn't matter though. With all the drugs and booze they could get their hands on, they probably wouldn't live to see fourty.
Another light dripping sound. Heh...guess the timer on my coffee machine is working. Yeah..I normally had it go off in the afternoon. Though I'd usually be standing there and switching it on. I'd just found out how to turn the timer on it, but I hadn't thought it would work. The thing was almost ancient. I was suprised it had that feature at all. Oh well.I watched the brown liquid drip down into the dirty, cracked, and almost empty pot. I sighed, dropping down onto the dusty floor. I sneezed as dust rose.'-end- Tah dah..<.<


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Sunday, July 3, 2005

......woot.
Back from my..over two week trip. Very cool. Went to South Dakota with my grandmother, brother, and cousin to Eagle Butte(Indian reservation) and we went to a Lakota sundance. Been there before..but older now and it changed alot. Very interesting. It was nice to see people so passionate about something that they would do such a sacrafice. 1-4 days of a vision quest....4 days in isolation afterwards, then 4 days of dancing 7 45 minute rounds without food or water while you're still in isolation. Then on the 3rd day..the men peirce and lean back from the tree until their skin breaks or the stick thats in their skin breaks. On the 4th day tehy can finally come about and say hello to everyone. Then are able to eat. Then back into isolation for another 4 days(luckily with food and water). And the whole time I watched, I considered. So in about....2 years, if I don't change my mind, and if the leader accepts me, I'll be a dancer.
Thank you. o.o Yes..I had alot of private messages...some new guestbook signatures. And alot of my wallpaper downloads went way up. Thanks. ^^
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Thursday, June 16, 2005

Again?!
Yes...'tis time for yet another change of scenery for my site. This time it's Nine Inch Nails and some new quiz results...All right! Lol. Sorry....Anyways...I am just one lazy bum. o.o Hah..yeah. I started slacking a little with the whole 'Wallpaper to each Inuyasha Character' promise. But 1. I am lazy. 2. I am lazy. and 3. I have no good song inspiration. So there. Hah..no, don't worry about it. I'll be getting that inspiration soon enough. And when I do..it'll be all the rest of the wallpapers in one day. That's right..Hah. So yeah, it's coming people. ^^ All for now(Check out Patch^^)
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Friday, June 10, 2005

New
So, if anyone hasn't noticed, I've started making new wallpapers. Hope everyone is enjoying my old style coming back out. I noticed that after awhile, my old style that seemed to be loved so much was switching over to something less liked, enjoyable, interesting and liked. So I switched back over and started making new wallpapers. Going back into that style, i'm making new wallpapers for every character of Inuyasha.(Not every little character, just the The major and minor, not little side ones that appear only once or twice. ex. Koharu.) So far I've only got Sango, Kagura, Kohaku, Sesshomaru, Naraku, and Kikyou.

So..off the wallpaper subject, I watched the entire Wolf's Rain series this week. Yeah..I bought it..it was great. So sad though...[Spoiler, skip the next sentence.] I can't beleive everyone just..dies. o.o

Let's see...School is out..has been for awhile. And I got my grade back from my art teacher for this 3D cat drawing I did. I got a B. -.- Dear God...I swear I worked on that thing for a week. o.O
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