Friday, May 26, 2006

Okay. Uh, quick update, I suppose. Built this site. Domain was purchased by my co-manager, Kati. She rocks :D Closing all of my fanlistings except the four now hosted on RK-Fansite and managed with Enth3. Decided I just don't have the time for them anymore, and manually adding members is a hassle. So, in the future, when I've finally got a new domain name, I'll reapply for the one's I can, and run them with Enth3, so all I have to do is hit "approve" (or check and "approve all checked). Downloading PSP. Again. Trial of my last one ran out, so I looked around a little and found one where all I have to do is enter the provided serial number and it'll unlock. Put iTunes + the 1.5+ GB some of music I'd salvaged on discs onto my laptop, because Daddy's computer finally went kaputz. Caught up with both BLEACH and Naruto(except for the two most recent chapters: 228 and 308). Downloading Fruits Basket after I've tackled a shitload of Naruto music, some Korn and Panic! At the Disco music, the remaineder of the PB eps... Okay, I'll be lucky if I start downloading Fruits Basket by the end of the summer. Get out of school on the sixth of June. So fucking stupid, becaue all of our exams are mostly on the 31st through the 2nd, so we'll basically be doing nothing for one and a half days. Got Monday off though, for Memorial Day, so that's nice. -- It's so fucking humid and I'm dying here, ugh. And there is NOTHING in this house to eat that's even remotely filling :(

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Monday, April 17, 2006

Aw, it's all over.

Sara: And you know what happened after I read the second to last chapter? The last one took an hour to download! Wah! But it was a nice ending. I enjoyed it. And yes, I had a pretty good Easter. I suppose. I spent the day downloading manga because I didn't want to go to any Easter parties, hehe. I don't know if I got any candy either, but we'll just have to see :( So, I downloaded all of the chapters of Black Cat I needed to catch up on last night, and in doing so, finally finished the series. *sad* It was really good, though, so I recommend it :) And now, back to downloading Bleach(downloading chapter 64 currently). And then, I think I'll move onto Fruits Basket, then perhaps GTO and Hunter x Hunter. Anyone have any suggestions for new manga I can read?

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Nooo *cries*

AH!! THE SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER OF BLACK CAT IS NEARLY DONE DOWNLOADING! NOOO!! I DON'T WANT IT TO BE [ALMOST OVER]! AH! IT'S DONE! *starts downloading the final chapter* Nooo...!

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Thursday, April 13, 2006

Edward...why does it hurt?

I want to draw a little tonight [read: a lot]. Probably Saiyuki characters because I <3 them and was drawing Bad Hair Day blob!Nii during Earth Science and now I want to draw some Saiyuki characters really bad. I just love their hair because that's the funnest part to draw <3 Might draw a few Naruto characters if I feel like it. I've been wanting to draw Sai even though I don't really like him all that much(it's mostly his clothes -- if he stopped wearing the belly shirt, I'd be mostly cool with him). Maybe I'm itching to draw today because I spent all of last night writing fanfiction? Yeah. That sounds good. I was doodling over all of my papers today in Earth Science. We were watching some movies and I was kind of bored... so I drew blob!Gai(I need to scan some of my blob-people drawings so you all know what the hell I'm talking about), a cat/bunny/whateveryouwantittobe, two dinosaurs, a crappy chimera(complete with, "YoU'rE a SiN aGaInSt NaTuRe AnD yOuR bOdY's In So MuCh PaIn." next to it), Bad Hair Day blob!Nii and Kami-sama. Yeah. Oh, did I mention I bought Fullmetal Alchemist volume 2? I don't think I did. But anyway, yeah, bought that Monday with my Sam Goody giftcard(and $10 from my mom) and watched it Tuesday. *sad* Poor Nina and Alexander. I feel bad for Shou too. He only wanted the best for his family. Yeah. I want to draw lots tonight. Lots and lots and lots. It's been forever since I've submitted fan art anyway, figure it's about time. And I've got scanners at both my mom and dad's right now, so regardless of where I am I can scan a drawing. Adios~

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Saturday, April 8, 2006

Plagiarism is for plagiarists.

And plagiarism has finally made itself known in the Prison Break fandom. Some good [and fun] discussion in the comments. It's a good read, even if you're not in the fandom/don't watch the show. And damnit, if I could've stayed up just a little bit longer... I might not have missed all the fun :( *snort* I can't stop laughing. So stupid. Oh God. And if I ever find out someone's plagiarized my work? *cracks knuckles* Yeah.

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Sunday, April 2, 2006

Pictures!

Click. Went to an anime con yesterday. Won a free anime DVD(score!). Absolutely love the anime now. S'called "Black Heaven"(actually the "The Legend of Black Heaven" or something like that, but Black Heaven is shorter :P). Really awesome. Lots of nice heavy metal music. Recommend it. I post on my Livejournal so much more than I do here. But it's not as if I don't love you all, just that I'm lazy and all I really talk about over there is Prison Break. ~adios Kayla

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Saturday, March 18, 2006

Nerd alert!

Hee, I bought a Sunagakure headband. Heehee. Yay. *hugs it* It's kickass.

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Saturday, March 11, 2006

Trenches, PG-13

Wrote this for a Social Studies assignment who knows how long ago. Had to include words that the teacher had listed(World War I, Zimmerman Telegram, Wilson, the Allies, u-boats, Franz Ferdinand, Lusitania) on the board for us. Figured I'd share it. Still needs a little work, but everyone who's read it so far has enjoyed it. "TRENCHES" by Kayla 1. The mire was our first problem. Miles of trenches dug through France and all were filled with mire, some of it waist deep. The mire wasn’t our only problem though, merely the first. The trenches were infested with rats, lice and, if not the most abundant and largest problem, the most obvious one: dead bodies. I hadn’t noticed as my comrades fell to their deaths in the trench beside me. The only thing on my mind had been to mow down the opposing forces and allow ours, the Allies, to advance. My trusty machine gun laid in my hands, still warm from the recent firefight. An American, panting as he sloshed through the mire, sank beside me in one of the nearly mire-less areas of the trench. “Hello, my friend,” he greeted, a cheery demeanor about him, truly a man who enjoyed a good fight. “Apologies. My English . . . not so good, da?” I replied, smiling half-heartedly at the American. The American grinned and began speaking in my native tongue. “Do not worry, comrade. I happen to speak fluent Russian. My father’s idea, of course. He wished for me to become well-read and educated. What better way than by learning a new language, yes?” “My own father felt the same way. English, however, is a language I have yet to master, I am afraid. Though, this war has severely helped in my conquering of various other languages I am proud to say. . . .” The educated American nodded but did not continue the conversation. He eyed the still bodies lying in the mire nearby. “Friends of yours?” he finally questioned, noting the Cyrillic lettering on each man’s uniform. “Men I met and had fought beside for many days. We became close. Friends, possibly. No relationship transcends one formed on the battlefield. The fight for life and the trust you must place in your comrades.” The conversation, again, lapsed. The sound of more soldiers slogging through the mire brought the American and I’s attention to our left. Four soldiers, each holding onto one part of a makeshift stretcher, were carrying a groaning soldier to receive medical treatment. “The nearest medic . . . where can we find one?” the nearest soldier questioned in French. “I have not seen a medic through here in days. My apologies,” I answered, giving them a sorrowful look. The American inclined his head to his right. “If I’m not mistaken, I passed a medic on my way here. Probably eight hundred yards that way,” he jerked his head, “near a fork. There was some kind of explosion. It’s a real mess . . . but I wish your friend the best of luck.” The four soldiers and the makeshift stretcher continued on their way. A fifth soldier, trailing the other four, came to rest opposite the American and myself. “How ‘bout that Wilson, huh? Sendin’ us out here all a’cause of a telegram and some u-boats,” grumbled the soldier, a southern United States drawl slurring his words in certain places. Either that or he was drunk. “Telegram?” I asked, not familiar with the United States reasons for entering the war. Mr. Bilingual responded. “The Zimmerman Telegram.” “Ah, yes. I understand now. I am familiar with the document.” “Hey,” intruded Mr. Drawl, “you two mind speakin’ in English?” Bilingual apologized. “Sorry. Our Russian friend here cannot speak English very well.” “Righ’. ‘Course ‘e don’. What’s the chance I kin run inter summin’ from ‘round here who does speak English?” “Small possibility, I’m afraid. I suggest you take up learning some French or German while you’re here.” Drawl laughed. “Nah. I don’ think I’ll be ‘round all too much longer. Not here in these God damn trenches. Not too worried ‘bout it.” “All Wilson’s doing, I suppose?” “Tha’s righ’. If it weren’ fer him, I’d be home with my wife an’ kids righ’ now. Not havin’ ta worry ‘bout no Central Powers or carin’ ‘bout the death o’ some ‘archduke’ or whatever . . .” “Franz Ferdinand,” I added, though I was paying more attention to my machine gun than to Drawl. “Righ’, righ’,” Drawl continued, nodding absently. “Sure, the Lusitania was a loss, but nothin’ to join a war o’er.” Shouting from across the battlefield. Returned shouting from the mire filled trenches. The sound of bullets whizzing overhead brought the three of us to attention, myself and Bilingual quicker to the punch than Drawl. A soft plop in the mire below us brought about a sense of underlying panic. A grenade lay by Drawl’s foot. “Shit, you two go on! Run!” Bilingual and I didn’t argue. Through the mire, the muck, the dead bodies, we ran, never looking back, afraid of what we’d see. Drawl stood and kicked the grenade as his comrades escaped in the opposite direction. “Everybody down—” The explosion that followed was only one of many that day in the trenches. Drawl fell to the ground, half his right leg now missing. The mire had absorbed most of the explosion and spared Drawl’s life. As his vision faded, unconsciousness coming for him, Bilingual and I returned to his side, lifted him up and began carrying him to the nearest medic. If he had the guts to gamble his life to a grenade and emerge victorious, we would not leave him to bleed to death. World War I would not be taking any more casualties. Not on our watch. Not today. I am writing a second chapter but it's on the backburner right now. *shrug*

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

'What're you doing?' 'Saving the ice cream!'

It's cold, damn it. And it's raining [ice] and there's lightning and thunder and all that stuff. Oh. And there's no power. And my mom's jealous of my laptop, hee :D Hooray battery power. I hate waking up to a big clap of thunder and then finding out that it's freezing because there's no damn power. I don't know what I'm going to do when my laptop battery runs out. I mean, I can't even read or write. *sighs* Guess I should go find a flashlight before it gets too dark. And, uh, pray that I actually make it through the night without freezing to death. And speaking of saving the ice cream...I'm gonna go get the last sundae cone before it melts or something. [and on an endnote: thank you Amanda! You made my day because now I'm gonna write to Rob and Marshall and Wentworth :D Yay.]

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Friday, February 3, 2006

Bring it around town

What compels me to view the Michigan sex offenders list? Why, I was bored, that's what. Someone, please, the next time I get the smart idea to do something like that: smack me. I typed in my zipcode and lo' and behold, there were eleven records. And guess what? Seven of the eleven live within a ten miles radius of me. One of them lives near the school, one lives in an area I'm not familiar with and the other two live kind of "elsewhere." *skitters off into the corner with a bat* What is it that attracts so many sex offenders to this little hickass town, of all places? *shakes head* It's a sad world we live in. (Creepy. I believe everyone now in saying that one of the bus drivers is a sex offender because I think I found him *shudders* Creepy creepy creepy old men.) Guh. *stumbles off to check her father's zipcode* -Kayla

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