Tuesday, June 15, 2004

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If you were in an anime what kind of girl would you be?(anime pics and MANY results)
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~Otaku~ You are a fun loving, tomboyish girl! You
love anime and video-games, and can hang out as
youself around your friends. You are unique and
individual and don't care much about what
others think of you. You take great pleasure in
kicking everyone's ass in your favourite video
game! Shame on you...n.n;


What Type Of Girl Are You?
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Your Fall! You are a very clever person, who always
wants to be part of the group. Although you
sometimes may be misunderstood, you are full of
ideas and imagination. You are creative,
unique, and are full of heart!


which season are you? (anime pics)
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Villain


.:: What's Your Anime Personalitiy? ::.
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About My Story
I forgot to warn you guys about some of the language in this part. There's not too much, but it's there all the same. Just a warning in case you're offended by that kind of stuff. And I know it's slow at first, but it gets better, trust me. Well, that's the first chapter, let me know what you all think. =^-^=
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Kiyoshi - Chapter 1
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Shut up already fer Christ's sake," I reached over and grabbed my alarm clock from my small wooden bedside table. 5:30, "it's too damn early fer this!", I mumbled as I sent it flying across the room.
It crached into the poster covered wall and landed with a soft thump. Despite going through that, it was still making a dull beeping sound.
"Argh!"
I ripped the covers off of me and tried to stand up. "Tried" being the keyword here. I only succeeded in tangling myself up and falling off the bed. However, I did manage to crawl over to the tangled bits of wire and broken plastic that was my alarm clock.
"Why won't you stop?", I growled at it, like it would hear me and obey.
I stood up, threw the clock down and stomped on it as hard as I could. Then came the cursing as I realized that my feet were bare.
"OW! Son of a bitch!", I screamed, along with as many other curses as I could think of at the moment. I hopped at the pain coarsing through my foot.
"Oh no!"
Just as i could feel another fit coming on I clasped my hands over my mouth and stopped to listen. I thought I heard her footsteps. It was still dark out, and there were no lights on in the house. I stared into the darkness and strained my ears hard to listen for the dreaded sound of her footsteps pounding down the hall to my bedroom. Nothing. Relief flooded through me.
"Maybe I can get a new one after school today an' she won' notice.", I whispered to myself as I looked around my room. Posters of rock bands and pop idols covered my walls. All accompanied by my swimsuit model calander, of course. Clothes were everywhere, clean as well as dirty. The drawers were practically falling out of my dresser. Somewhere among this clutter was my school uniform. My king-size bed was no exception. The sheets and pillowcases were so messy you'd have thought they were rags! It looked as though it would sprout legs and walk away at any minute!I was busy pulling on a pair of pants when I heard her.
"KIYOSHI MATSUI!"
I gasped and felt my heart stop. She was right outside my door!before I had time to finish pulling my pants on, my bedroom door flew open and slammed against the wall. I fell over in shock and scrambled to cover myself up.
"Ma, what the hell're ya doin'? I'm still naked! Get out!"
"I don' give a flyin' fuck whether yer naked or not! It's nothin' I ain't seen before!"
It was my motheer. Although I'm nearly a foot taller than her and much bigger, she still scares me.
She stood at he door dressed only in her pink, silk robe. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail. Strands of her shoulder length, chestnut brown hair hung in her beautiful face. Her large almond eyes were alive with fury. Her face was burning red and her slim figure was trembling. It wasn't from anger though. It was from holding back the urge to haul off and knock the teeth down my throat.
Ami, my mother, is very young. Young enough even to be my sister. After all, she is only 34 while I'm 18. My father abandoned her when she became pregnant with me at 16. She was left to raise me herself. Despite the circumstances though, we have a good life. Ami is a writer. She has wirtten nearly a dozen romance novels which privided us with enough money for our house and then some. It's a comfortable life. Unfortunately, we only have each other. Ami's family disowned her when she told them she was pregnant. Oh well, their loss.
"What the hell is wrong with you? It's 5:30 in the fuckin' mornin'! An' that's the third alarm clock ya've done that to this week! It was a gift from yer best friend, Hiroshi, an' what do ya do with it? ya smash the goddamned thing! When he comes over this mornin' yer gonna appologize to 'im. A' I told ya before, my name is Ami! Don' call me ma, I'm not that old yet."
"Ok, AMI! Now get the hell out so I can get dressed fer Christ's sake!", I roared.
"Boy, I ain't gonna tell ya ta watch yer mouth. God knows i'm the reason ya talk the way ya do, but ya damn well better watch yer tone 'cause I'm this close ta kickin' yer ass!"
"Like ya could, ya old hag!"
My face flushed as I realized what i had just called my mother. It was much too early for a fist fight with her. Usually that only happened on the weekends after being cooped up with each other for too long.
"An old hag am I?" She strode over to where I stood and punched me so hard in the arm that in an hour the yellowing bruise would alreay be there.
"Ya think yer tough, Kiyo. But remember, I'm the reason yer as good a fighter as ya are. I taught ya everything ya know."
She was right. Ever since I could remember she'd been teaching me. She had always figured that I'd be small like her, so she didn't want me getting the crap kicked out of me.
Finally she left, slamming the door behind her.
"Great way ta start the day! Where in the hell is my uniform?"
I began sifting through all my clothes. After a few minutes of searching I ended up with a pair of boxer shorts, unmatching socks, a black tie, and my black pants.
"Now where'd I put my shirt?" I looked around my room for the white collared shirt, "Aha!"
It was hanging over the lamp on my dresser. After collecting all my things I headed across the hall to the bathroom to wash up and get dressed.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin is much darker than Ami's, a bronze-tan. I have her eyes though. They're soft, the same almond color of Ami's with little green flecks in them. She told me my father's eyes were green too. My face has a few sprinkles of freckles. Then there's my hair. It's light red and sticks up in the front no matter what I do to it. I have no idea where I got the color from. Apparently I'm the only redhead in the family. I stand at 5'11". Pretty tall, I think. The only person I know that's taller then me is my friend Brandon. There are very few things I like about the way I look, but what I do I take pride in. I got picked on when I was younger for being scrawny so now I keep my muscles well toned. When I smile my canine teeth are just visible over my bottom teeth. Drives the girls wild. I get a real kick out of it.
Just as I was pulling on my clothes, Ami began pounding on the door.
"Kiyoshi, get yer ass out here right now! I need ta take a shower. I made ya some eggs an' toast an' it's gettin' cold. Kiyoshi! Are ya even listed in ta me?", she screamed through the door.
"Yeah I'm listenin' to ya!", I yelled back.
Quickly, I finished getting dressed and brushed my teeth. I opened the door. She was still furious. She thrust her arm into the air and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.
"Move. Now you ungrateful little shit!"
I pushed her arm aside and made my way downstairs. There was a plate of eggs on the counter by the stove. The water was running upstairs. Before I sat down to eat, I tasted the eggs. She was right, they were cold. I toosed it in the garbage and washed my plate. It was about ten past six according to the clock over the table. Hiroshi should be here soon.
"Guess I'll watch tv till he gets here."
I plopped down on our big blue couch. I don't like the color much, but it's comfortable as hell. There was nothing on. I layed back and stared at the celing. Before I knew it I was asleep.
"That drool looks very good on you, Kiyo!"
I woke to find Hiroshi's smiling face staring down at me.
"Hey, Hiro," I said as I sat up,"What time is it?"
"Almost 6:45."
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and scratched my head. The water had stopped running. Quickly I ran over to the front door, pulled on my shoes, and grabbed my bag.
"C'mon!", I urged.
Hiroshi raised and eyebrow.
"You got in another fight with her?", he asked scoldingly.
"Yeah, so? Lets go already!"
He heaved a sigh as he slipped on his shoes and followed me out the door.
"By the way, I broke that clock ya gave me. Sorry.", I mumbled, a little embarrassed.
"I had a bet going with Tama. He said it would be less than a week before you broke it. I said at least a week. Guess I just have a little more faith in you."
That's the kind of person Hiroshi was. He always believed in everyone.
Hiroshi's 5'6". He has lightly tanned skin. His hair is light brown with dark brown highlights. Like me, he has that one poof of hair in the front that just won't stay down. His big, happy eyes match his hair perfectly. Light brown with dark brown flecks. Hiro always speaks what's on his mind. He's very calm and collected. Very intelligent. maybe that's why all the girls liked him.
"Oh shit! Sorry, Hiro. I gotta run, I forgot to check my work hours last night."
"No problem. See you at school."
I waved as I took a left by the apartment complex where Ken'ichi and Kimi livedand headed off to the convinient store where I worked. The streets were empty except for a few students here and there on their way to school. A cool breeze was blowing. It felt good on my face. Everything was pretty quiet this morning. that is, until I turned the corner.
There was a girl and boy standing in front of the convinient store. They looked to be about my age. They were arguing too. The girl was shouting.
"C'mon! Give that back!"
The boy dangled her purple school bag over her head.
"Or what? Are you gonna start to cry now?", he taunted. "Hey, maybe if you're real nice I'll let you go out with me!"
The girl put her hands on her hips and laughed like it was the funniest thing she had ever heard.
"Me? Go out with you? Ha! That's funny! Maybe if you're real nice, I'll let you pay me to be seen with you!"
It took him a second to catch on.
"Ya know, I'll give this to my little sister I think."
I can't take it anymore. i have to do something.
"Hey! Leave her alone!", I shouted at him.
"I can take care of myself, thanks." She didn't even bother to turn around.
"Oh, yeah. 'Cause yer doin' a great job there right now!", I said sarcastically.
No sooner had I shut my mouth than she landed a mean right hook on the guy's eye. She jumped and kicked him in the stomach. But she wasn't done with him yet. As he was bent over, clutching his stomache in pain, she brought her knee up sharp and it connected with hid chin...hard. She reached over and took her bag from his loosening grip, giving him a small push that landed him on his backside on the ground. She slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to face me.
"You were saying?", she said, hands on her hips.
She was a beautiful young girl. long, crimson-red hair that came just past her shoulders. It was held up in a low ponytail. Two long chunks of it fell on either side of her face whick was also sprinkled with freckles. Emerald green eyes with brown flecks. Full, naturally pink lips. She was fairly tall. 5'8" at least. A slim and athletic, but still curvy, figure. She was wearing a high school uniform. It looked like the one from my school, but I wasn't sure.
"Hello? earth to the idiot!"
I shook my head. The girl was staring at me, seemingly a bit confused.
"Huh?"
"Are you trying to catch flies there or what? You should close your mouth. It's not polite to gawk, you know."
My mouth was hanging open. I snapped it shut. She began to walk away. I jogged after her.
"Hey, that was some fightin'! Could I get yer name?"
"You could. If I wanted to give it to you," she smirked.
She was bold, this one. She turned to me.
"If there's nothing else, then I have to get to school."
I stopped.
"Nothing else. Jus' wanted yer name. Bye."
I turned and went back to the store. When I enetered I found my boss asleep in his chair at the front of the store.
"Of course." I prodded him with my finger,"Wake up!"
"What?", he mumbled.
"It's Kiyoshi. What are my hours for today?", I asked as politely as I could.
"Take the day. I'm closin' early."
"Thank you, sir."
I left for school.
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Monday, June 14, 2004

I Told You I'd Be Back
Ugh, it's not fun being sick. I'd rather be in bed upstairs but the bathroom is downstairs near the computer. While I'm here I've decided to post a story/book I've been writing. Now it's only a first draft and there is so much wrong with it that I can see, but I'd also like to hear everyone elses opinions and criticizm (sp?) I'm Off to find my book and I'll start typing as soon as I get back! =^-^=
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So I Lied
So I lied about the quizzes, I can't help myself! I'm an addict! Unfortunately I missed my game today. ::sob sob:: Turns out, and hour before the game I got sick and so I'm off to bed for now. Probly be back later. Till then, later days.
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Which deadly sin do you represent? (Angel Sanctuary Pics)
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What type of Bishounen are you? Find out at artificial-soul.net by Rin.


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