Monday, November 5, 2007

   kfk
I'm going to bed since it's 2:06, but I just heard that one song I liked again and had to find out why I've never heard it before. It's older then me. I think I found out, but I just forgot it. Well, it's a very catchy little song. Run Runaway, by Slade. Lyrics:

Run Runaway Lyrics

Ew, my contact just fell out. These things what sleep before I do. Aw, and AC/DC's Hell's Bells just started. Rock is helping me feel better after my teams miserable defeat.

Okay, just because I'm not sure the next time I'll be on....
Working on Epic. It's coming along, at least I think it is. We started writing our first Halloween episode and we're almost always on the Unsaid Works board. With such limited resources, time, and me being over seven hundred miles away from headquarters, I think we're doing great. And just looking at shop fronts while two study business is pushing the shop. I might take a business course. Maybe if I start trying in Algebra I'll help that why, although everything's just adding, subtracting, and maybe some light multiplication and division. You don't need the other junk.
Well, other news; I'm still working on that one chapter in Mirror Image that I said I could finish. I touched it today but that was it. I can finish, I just haven't felt it. I'd rather try to get Epic going right now. With Mirror Image I understand were that goes because I've been doing it forever. Epic is completely new and has five brains working on it at once. I just want to stay on it so I don't forget something that could be important. It'll be really refreshing when I start writing up Dice, Innit, and Maggie. I don't like watching or reading gangster/crime junk, but I love the gang dynamics. Or at least my gang dynamics. Mirror Image actually started with gangs. I'm not sure how it got to where it is. Yeah, but I'll like going to Gyasi, Mimic, Snapdragon, and Mica when I'm bored. They'll have to wait until I finish up Mirror Image, but it'll be better that way. Hopefully I'll even be back in the city.
I should reallyput my contact away so it doesn't dry out. I think I covered pretty much everything. Epic is going strong. More effort is being brought into the anime store. Mirror Image is on hold, but on purpose. Meantioned a few guys from the story after I'm finished with Mirror Image. I nailed that dialog open scene bit, by the way. That thing posted below got a great review. So, Epic rocks. Support Epic, you'll love it.

SGAH
FYWR
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Sunday, November 4, 2007

   djy
So, I got back my one thing I had to write for English. I'm not too bored, since I'm working on Epic on the Unsaid Works board, but I might as well type it up on here anyway just for something to do.

So, open scene with dialog written by the prof. Everything else added by me:

The fourteen-year-old, Dice, with dark hair followedhis mentor through the darkened streets. Snapdragon's long black hair fanned out behind him as he walked briskly to a lone dilapidated house. Snapdragon pointed at the small window next to the door. Dice wrapped up his hand, smashed it, and unlocked the door. The two proceeded upstairs.
As Dice was looking in a spare room, Snapdragon had found what they were looking for and whistled for him. Dice hurried towards the sound and found himself in the master bedroom. Snapdragon had caught the man who'd cheated him at his late poker game and tied him up. The mentor nodded at the student. Dice took out his gun but didn't aim.
"I'm not really sure about this," Dice said nervously. "I mean...."
"What, this doesn't work for you," Snapdragon asked in a small growl. "You don't want to do this?" Dice felt the metal in his hand.
"It's not that, I just feel at times like this isn't going to matter at all," Dice said, "know what I mean?" Dice still couldn't tell Snapdragon that it was is fault the man whimpering into the gag was able to cheat.
"Yes," Snapdragon said, looking slightly confused, "but still...it's not like it's something we've never done before. You've never had a problem before this."
"Things change," Dice said with a shrug.
"Well, of course things change," Snapdragon snapped. Dice flinched and the mentor took a dep breath to try to calm himself. "But even then, this is rather sudden, don't you think? I just don't understand why." Again, Dice briefly thought about how wrong it was to slip that ace to the tied man.
"It's not like...," Dice said but lost his nerve, "forget it."
"It's not like what," Snapdragon asked, starting to look slightly concerned about Dice's behavior. "I'm not going to just forget it."
"Look, do we have to get into this now," Dice asked, nodding towards their captive. He was trying to inch away. Snapdragon stomped on his back.
"Yes, we do," Snapdragon said firmly. "This is something I thought was important to both of us, and apparently I was wrong. I deserve to know what the deal is." Dice's eyes shifted to the man squirming under Snapdragon's foot. He was going to die, Snapdragon would see to that.
"I just don't think we should talk about this right now," Dice said. "Not like this." Snapdragon noticed him staring at the captive and gave the gagged man a kick.
"Why not," Snapdragon asked snidely. "What better time would there be? I honestly think that you'll conveniently forget about it, and we'll never manage to talkabout this, because you'll always want to put it off until later." Snapdragon glared at Dice, grinding his heel angrily into his prisoner's spine.
"Look, I'm not comfortable talking about this here, and now," Dice said, watching the captive's gag carefully. He wondered if he said anything to Snapdragon before that was put in place. "This isn't the time, it isn't the place."
"Then when is the time," Snapdragon growled. "Where is the place? I don't understand you at all at times. One moment you're fine with everything, and then suddenly you're not sure, you're uncomfortable talking about it.... I thought this meant something...."Dice raised his gun slightly to watch the street light below reflect off it. Snapdragon had saved his life, taking him in, given him a home.
"It does," Dice said, putting his gun back into his holster. "I just...give me some time to think, okay? I swear I'll talk with you about it later."
"I bet," Snapdragon said dryly. He clearly didn't believe Dice. "Well, you just enjoy your thinking time, and call me when you want to talk." Dice forced a grin. In a dangrous show of trust, he turned his back on Snapdragon and left the room. As he reached the downstairs, he heard Snapdragon's gun fire.

Not part of the story, just something for class with these two characters. Dice Rebels and Snapdragon Rambler belong to me, an no one else. They're actually in the same "story" as Mica Masters. Man, he creeps me out. However, the Devil doesn't wear ruby red lipstick or hold a hand of cards. The Devil has a flashy grin and a rebelious roll.

SGAH
FYWR
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Thursday, November 1, 2007

   habaha
So, I'm back. Not typing on here for a week an a half didn't help the stupid arm as much as I hoped. Ah, well, it was a good experiment. So...lots of stuff, I guess.

My last post said I was gong to the hospital. I had pluracy, which means it just really hurts to breath. It actially wasn't so bad. I just felt pressure, not stabbing pain. I think everyone has it though. The only way to make it go away is lots of sleep. So, if you get lots of sleep you won't get it. I have insomnia that's why I got it. I think it's all gone now. I can't tell so I say it is. I think Bobby has it now only worse then me.

So, more hospital stuff. My grandfather went in for a normal check-up and was about to have a massive heart attack. If he wasn't in the hospital when he started showing the signs he would've died. He's okay now, but my dad made me talk to him on the phone. I barely talk to him in person. He wants me to go to this one college, Ball State. I really don't want to go. This is the same college my parents have been trying to force me to. My grades at my school now are dropping so much because I stopped doing work altogether. If I flunk then I can't transfer. Yeah, the power struggle is that bad in my family. I'd have an associates already if I didn't keep failing. I'm just not going to give in and I don't know what makes them think I ever will. Yeah, this is hurting me more then them but I rather rot in a jail cell then let them control my life anymore then they already are. Well, enough about the horror struggles of my messed up clan.

Halloween! I love this holiday. It kind of sucks being in the suburbs now when I was so used to the country with it's really old bone yards. Funny, I started out in the suburbs. Suburbs only work if you trick-or-treat, which I haven't done since I was like eleven. I dress up and run around. Or I did, I don't do that here. Everyone here my age dresses up and goes to big drinking parties. I think that's incredubly stupid especially when you've got classes in the morning, but people don't like to think. I always skip classes on Halloween, but I went to English because he said we could dress up. I was twenty minutes late so I got to make an entrance. I was a soldier of fortune. I got a lot of looks. If I didn't have the rope or the railroad spike in my boot I wouldn't have looked very different. I always use real make-up to make it look natural. People kept looking at me and then was like, 'oh, you're wearing eye make-up' or something. It was fun. Then because I liked my shirt and didn't want to mess it up, I changed into a baggier one after class. I found my mom's wedding dress later and changed into that. I had some blood coming out from under my hair so I was a mutilated bride. That was awesome. I always wanted to be a mutilated bride. So, I was for a few minutes before changing into my pajamas. I re-did my hair and got hair like Duscha. So I was Duscha until I walked downstairs and drew on my face. Then I was an aborigany. After a few more minutes of that I bloodied up my head and was a bloodied aborigany. And the whole time I was doing this I was on the phone with Unsaid Works working on our first Halloween episode. We actually did writting. We've got five of forty five pages done. That's huge news. We've finally broken ground. I'd wire everyone a fifty out of excitement but I need the money. Working on Epic and looking an photos of possible anime cafes. Those are the big stories.

SGAH
FYWR
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Friday, October 19, 2007

   jdj
So, I'm going to be taking a "vacation" from this for a bit. I'm thinking I'll be off until November. We're doing lots of writing, typing, and hands-on stuff in this prison called school, I'll need to rest up the stupid arm. So, after a week and a half I'll be back to randomly posting useless nonscense and all that stuff. It'll be annoying having to go to class tonight and not ranting about it on here. I've got to go to the hospital first, but then it's back to being annoyed at having school. See you in a week and a half.

SGAH
FYWR
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Thursday, October 18, 2007

gjgdj
Oh, I did that stupid thing where I'm posting at 0:22. I just wanted to put up the lyrics. I kind of miss the song now. I'm sleep deprived so I'll get some awesome rest later today. I should be saying tonight. I haven't been able to say tonight in a long long time. Oh man, I'm getting to mad at this thing. I keep having to go back and correct spelling and stuff. It's bothering me.


Carry On Wayward Son Lyrics

So, um, I don't really have anything to say. I'm just posting a lot because I need entries that I can hand into English. Most entries are bashing the school, students, and profs. for being idiots. So, lots of meaningless typing.

Speaking of meaningless typing, I'm only up because I'm supposed to be doing a short story. I've got a week to turn out fourty pages. Normally, no problem if I have an idea. The weather's changing and I've got backstories, big problem. I don't exactly like short stories either. I like Van Halen, but not short stories. Sorry, the radio and Van Halen's Feel Your Love Tonight just came on. Right, so, I don't really like short stories. I only wrote one that wasn't backstory but bits are slowly warping into backstory. This is how I started my only short story:
Eleven figures in hooded white robes that bore black markings quietly slipped into the shady looking brothel before them. The man with the black flower markings on his hooded robe whispered a few things to the owner.
:Yeah, and that's what I'm handing in. Sam helped edit this one so I'll hand in this version too. Sam had to edit ever post, wow. And just because I saw this, Sam after editing said:

"Internal bleeding, yo. Gotta be good."

Characters in the short story, Misguided:
Anastasius von Bavol
Ai von Bavol
Koji Vosyem
Zhek Vosyem
Aleksei Vosyem
Haruki "Toshi" Ketsuenhi
Nayeli
Onitane and the Shirokage
:Yeah, some of these names probably look realy familiar.

Epic Rules!

SGAH
FYWR
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

   fhtdr
I get to use the devil face. I'm just bored and it's going to get worse. I'm going to talk about my hatred of poetry. We just started poetry and I sat there and became aware that the walls were made of cement blocks. Bad to the Bone just finished playing so I'm slightly distracted. That song reminds me strongly of Luke, Nevada, and Hunter as thirteenfourteen year olds, ecspecially Nevada. Okay, sorry, I'm talking about poetry and how much I hate it. Like, I seriously hate poetry. Nothing will make me like it. I don't care if I know everything in the world about poetry, I hate it. I don't know anything about poetry except that I don't want to know about it. For me, it's one of those useless things I'll never need in life. Like the smiling heart face on here, I'll never use it. Or the angel face, it's useless. Or that one that's blue and I'm not sure what it's doing. It creeps me out. Yeah, but anyway, nothing says bash me unconcious like poetry.

Hey Bobby, can you hear the pain in this post too? I'm getting mad at this stupid thing. It says to call Unsaid Works right on it. I'm not calling since you guys have church and I've got school. I'm going to be muttering swear words under my breath in Algebra. Nothing like math to get the vulgar side of my vocabulary active. Good thing I sit in the back near the door. This is my only class were I managed to hold onto my door seat statues. I've been pushed into the middle for English and Astronomy. Well, technically the back for English since the middle is were the door is. Hey, Damn Yankees, haven't heard them in a few days. Sorry, I always have the music on. I always had classical on last semester but I took a class on music and now I won't listen to it anymore. It was doing weird things to my cat anyway. She was always in this weird daze. Rock is good for all. Right, seating. In Biology i've got a straight shot to the door but no one sits near the door. It's a lab.

Always have a way out. This was a trick I picked up during the hockey season years ago before I ever played. I didn't have girls my age to talk to and the guys got kind of creepy once they hit a certain age, so this left me with all the parents. I don't have my whole future mapped out. Heck, I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow. I take it day by day, it's much more exciting. But you know the parent type, they want to talk about your future. Yeah, so I always had to have a way out. Business parties, hockey parties, weddings, classes, baby showers, these things just aren't fun. It's easier if you can drive and have an accomplice. I forgot my codes and messed up the last time. I'm so accustume to lying that I still got out without anyone knowing. My parents, my own parents who kind of raised me, they had no idea I was just trying to get out of their stupid party. My lie was a mauled chicken, my friends were laughing, you could hear them, and they still believed me. I'd be going down if I didn't have a home free ticket. I raised orphanned and abandonned sick and dying kittens for the humane society. Yep, I got like an infinate amount of good points. To make it better, I don't like cats all that much. I like dogs. Dogs rock, like Van Halen. I'm not telling everyone to go out and start lying. Moderation. Whoa, I almost said something vain. Saved myself.

I still got a bit before Algebra. The stupid arm can't get worse taped up so I'll continue. We did a lot on Unsaid Works' Epic. If we hit a few more burst it'll be aired in five insted of six years. Actually, I'm bored so I think I'm going to just pack up all my stuff and leave this place. I've been here for a year and I'm not feeling it. I think I am stuck here until December. Well, you'll end up seeing some of the really angry stuff then. Let the never ending battle continue.

Oh, we get to dress up in our costume on Halloween at this school. I might do the hair, maybe the make-up, but no way am I wearing a dress during the day. I'm heavily scarred. I come from warriors, we're proud of our scars, even the ones done out of stupidity. This is kind of midevil and I don't think people will get it. I've got some nasty ones from draining venom on my legs. Love my ammunity. I got to stop or I won't be able to hold a pencil in Algebra.

Oh yeah, I smashed a fly. I kind of spaced a little and started smashing it loudly in class. I didn't get to sleep so I blame that...although we are learning poetry. It was my highlight. I hate flies.

SGAH
FYWR
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

fhf
The thing I hate the most about insomnia is the television. There's nothing on and all the commercials are about male enhancement. They got some weird thing on about exorcisms right now. I wonder if those actors ever feels stupid rolling around in their pajamas while a priest throws water on them. I'm cracking up at this one dude and his followers. It looks so fake. He's one of those guys that takes away all demons that everyone has. Now one of the followers, after screaming about the demon, is crying because he was saved. Um, don't ask what I believe because it'll seriously just sound bad to everyone. Dude, that hippy just went flying! Some commerial about being allowed to assemble and they had fotage of the hippies getting hosed. I'm kind of hot so I wouldn't mind getting hosed right now. Oh yeah, 2:30 right now. I'm so bored. Hell, Hell, Hell, how do they know what's waiting? They don't know that they'll be burned. These people where alive when they wrote the Bible and the Koran. Okay, I've got to get away from this. I don't like people trying to analyize the whole life after death thing. You'll never figure it out until it happens. Just let it go and look at what's right in front of you. I got to get back to the rock. Ah, Wheel in the Sky, this is much better.

Okay so yesterday was just one of those days that feels...I don't know, sticky? I look back and that's the word that comes to mind. I'm not sure why. Ha, AC/DC. Right, I'm not talking about that. Um, yeah, yesterday was sticky. I wish I could remember what happened. That probably sounds so weird. It just wasn't a really out of there day so it didn't matter. I went to Algebra but I can't remember what I did right before that. I must've done that thing where you're half asleep. I do that almost all the time since I don't sleep much anymore. I'm lucky to hit R.E.M. for thirty minutes these days. It's been like this for a year so I'm used to it, well, as much as possible. I'm used to a lot of weird things like that though. My arm's been shotty for two or three years, heck, maybe longer. It probably hurt before and I just didn't notice. I must have a really high pain tolerance or something messed up like that. It's actually killing me right now so I can't type much longer. It's only getting worse because I've got to write long-hand for school in a few things. Long-hand hurts more then typing. Typing hurts pretty bad too. The weather's getting colder so that'll make it suck. The old wrist will probably act up a little too.

Hey, since I'm so bored and it's almost 3:00, I'm going to go through and list a few past injuries. I'm proud of every single one.
left wrist- broke first time on hockey skates
big right toe- dislocated jumping down nine stairs
two smallest toes on right foot- broke slipping on conditioner in the shower (I stood on a foot and a half for thirty minutes after to finish washing my hair)
left ankle- sprained, although now it looks as if it was broken, the side of my foot did touch my leg for a few seconds
right heel- fractured it jumping into a shallow pool
back- flipped over the head of a galloping horse
right knee- I can't remember but it gives me a limp sometimes now
right arm from fingers to shoulder- most likely it's carpal tunnel
left side of ribs- smashed
I got treated for one of the above only. Take a guess if you want. This kind of gives a whole new light to being hard on yourself.

I can't move my right index finger anymore so I better wrap this up. Um, I did that stupid transition in Mirror Image. I'll finish that stupid chapter tomorrow. I should stop calling it Mirror Image. Technically, Mirror Image already ended. It just ended weird so I'm trying to wrap up loose ends for the heck of it. I've been trying to wrap it up for 385 pages, and counting. I'm seriously going to burn this thing when it's all done. It's making me so frusterated. Mirror Image is the reason I have a shotty arm. That stupid thing was originally about 1170 pages, now if I revise and re-write the lost parts it'll be about 1250, not including the wrap up or the short stories that explain other parts. Actually, the shortest one of those is 220 pages. Love Torrance, and Aerosmith. This station plays a lot of Aerosmith. Okay, it died. This is going to hurt when the sun gets up. Hey, for the heck of it I'm typing up my full signature.

Straight Guys Are Hot
and always,
Fight Yaoi With Rock
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Monday, October 15, 2007

   dtjd
I'm supposed to hand in ten journal entries for English pretty soon. This thing is the closest I've got so I'm going to be posting more often for no reason except to meet requirement. I have to hand in twenty overal that I wrote since the start of the semester. Most of these are ripping into the school, the profs., and that one class I really hate. I can't turn those in. The whole thing is to show that we write regularly. I do type almost every single day, but not in some stupid diary. I type out Mirror Image, have been for five years. I just haven't the last week because of my shotty arm that I'm killing to type up this stupid thing. My stomach guts are talking to me. They want food but we have no food. I don't know where anyone is and all the cars are gone so I can't go get food. If they're dieting then why can't I ever find food? So hungry.

Okay, so I'm really getting mad at Mirror Image. I'm just going to finish the stupid chapter, I don't care if the transition sucks compared to others. No one's going to read it anyway. I'm not writing it to get it published or anything. If I do something with it I'll re-write it in screenplay format and take it from there. I was reading part of it earlier. There's just this one part I want to sketch out so bad. Ah, but that's what CG is for. I don't have my CG yet but I will. I need more money first.

I should really call Unsaid Works. I got a later start on the day since I did fall asleep until after 3:00. I got tired at 21:00 and still couldn't sleep. And then I thought I heard Christmas carols upstairs. I don't know if that was me being completely delerious or if it happened. No one's around for me to ask. Carols? It's October! Oh, I've got an Algebra quiz that I need to get an 'A' on. I guess I won't be calling today. Tomorrow Jess and Bobby have school. I could call after but they'll have work to do. They're good that way. I don't do my work, I never have. I'd have a degree already if I cared. I just don't want to be in school so I don't try. I know it makes more sense to just get it over with, but that's not how I work. I'm warped and I see that as a sign of submission.

Oh, Bobby, Axelle is French and means 'my father is peace'. I sketch out names in Algebra and we're doing polynomials. I needed a girl name with an 'x' to put around the problems. I had Dexter already but not all the problems can say Dexter. Yeah, one day I'm sure all this will come back to haunt me. It's not today so I don't care.

Okay, I'm never going to get that chapter finished if I stay on here. The shotty arm is already reaching a breaking point. As long as I finish the transition then it doesn't matter. It'll be easy after that. I just feel like I should say something about Epic while I'm still on. I can't think of anything. Yeah! Torrance's song just started. Okay, sorry, that's not Epic.

Oh, I've got something. I need to get it typed down so I don't forget anyway. One of my characters, Nayeli, has gray hair. In flashbacks her hair is going to be really dark, not gray. When she was traveling with Ai and Anastasius to Zephyr from Hogosha she got sick and had a slight copper, that really long word for lack of that I can't spell. It starts with a 'd'. Yeah, well, a lack of copper causes your hair to gray. So that, plus the stress and trauma (I'm not going into it here), made her hair gray. Oh, and she's out traveling with Ai and Ah-nee in Epic because she always wanted to travel so Ai's takng her traveling. Anastasius just went along to complain.

Yup, that's it. I've got to practice writing numbers with my left hand. Stupid shotty arm.

SGAH
FYWR
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Sunday, October 14, 2007

   gjd
I like how I get on here whenever I have nothing to say and my arm hurts. I'm a real genius that way. Halloween is getting closer. I wanted to change my site up a bit but so far I only changed the song. I love the Doors, I don't know why. And I got mad at my laptop and slammed it but now I can see my drummer birdie again. Technology's weird.

Wow, I'm really tired for some reason. It's almost 21:00, way too early to attempt sleep. It might be fun to try though. It's so boring here. When I first moved here I thought I'd be writing a lot just so I wouldn't be bored. Well, I was kind of right. I wrote a lot but never really liked anything I wrote too much. I typed so much that I killed my arm forever. And yet, I still get on here to type to all you nice people. I need like a winking smiley face right there. Just imagine it.

I didn't want to do it, but I did it. I started writing The Prequel to Life. It was going to be a manga on here but I found out I couldn't draw no matter how many times I practiced. My main guy is in a different story that I refuse to write until I'm finished with Mirror Image, so I'm sort of cheating. This story won't even be meantioned in that story so it's a watse of time. I'm just supposed to be writing a short story for English. I've only ever wrote one short story that wasn't straight backstory. I can't do short stories so this Prequel to Life will probably end up a lot longer. I'll clean up my short and hand that in. I wounldn't even be typing this new one if I didn't hit a snag in Mirror Image. It's so stupid too. I just need one or two lines and then I know what happens. I left it at this boy ending a conversation. Then I'm supposed to switch focus to a different character and take off again. The problem is just the switch and I don't know why. They're standing near each other, it should be easy. Ew, my cat just came out of nowhere and licked my foot. She does that. Okay, I'll leave off the Mirror Image stuff. I talk about it a lot even though no one knows what it is or what it's about. Heck, sometimes I don't even know what it's about. It's...complicated beyond repair. I have a character in another story who's named Rorrim Egami. He's a dark age scientist.

I got bored an heard Torrance's song playing so I went on my site and explained why I had that as his song. I love Torrance, I really like the name too after writing him. He's in Mirror Image but got his own story called Shattered. Eh, I have trouble explaining him. This last summer I even had all my friends, Unsaid Works, sign contracts of silence just so I could talk about him. Yeah, I did it solely to talk about this one character but I still haven't. I tried once but it was so early in the morning that I don't think any of us got it. I made everyone listen to his song about a million times hoping the song could explain him for me. I don't think it worked. Oh, when I say his song I don't mean I wrote a song. I heard a song and "claimed" it. I always forget the real title and just call it Torrance's song. Wow, my arm is so dead and I should stop talking about the whole Mirror Image universe.

I want to do Epic. I looked at graphics yesterday and I really want to make our show. I was supposed to call them today but it was football day. They won so I'm happy. I should work on Adellenine's backstory. I should type it up, but I just really don't want to right now. I'm ready to when it hits me. I've got a whole thing on fighting to watch for research for it. Oh, we decided that our characters from other stories are going to be the random back ground people that don't do anything ever. It'd just be funny for us to see them in there. No one else will know who they are since they don't matter, but I still like it. Me and Becca were joking about Ah-nee and Steve getting in a necklace fight. You guys don't know Steve. You'd have to go to The Echo Effect's, EletricMonk's, or I,myself's page. Or you could PM one a question about Epic characters. Actually, if anyone wanted to find out more about the TV show in the making we're floating around.
Unsaid Works consistes of me, Sam (The Echo Effect), Bobby (I,myself), Jess (EletricMonk), and Meg (parahuman). We all have accounts because we want to do an anime shop too. We're just so ambitious. So, yeah, questions might help us work if you want to ask. I recommend you don't ask Meg since he doesn't come on. The account's there if you want to spam him.
My areas of expertise in Epic are Rixari, Zephyr, the von Bavol, and other such related things. But mostly Zephyr.

SGAH
FYWR
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Friday, October 12, 2007

   tytkst
This is just going to seem dumb. I'm posting when I don't have anything to say, when I've got a midterm in a few hours, and when my arm is so shotty I can barely type, let alone hold a pencil. This is going to be the third time I haven't done homework for Biology, twice in a row. I complete spaced and have no clue what my homework is. I'll just have to get a good grade on the midterm. I'm supposed to get two trys at it, but my time doesn't work out that way. I've got that Astronomy class right after so I can't stay late to make it up next week if I get a bad grade. Well, I probably would since this is more important, but the point is I just need a good grade the first time. There's no way I'm going to that class tonight, not after a midterm. It'll be nice to have a break from it even though the rest of my night is going to be filled with lectures from the parents. Nothing ruins a quiet evening like lousy parents that might care about you.

Oh yeah, I'm screwed with my grandmother. I'm not well liked in my family, except by my grandparents to some degree. I was without a doubt my grandmother's favorite, which if you ever saw her interact with me you wouldn't believe it. She's contantly badgering me to wear make-up, dress-up, and tells me I'm going to Hell. But, yeah, I was her favorite...until last night. She wanted to make a tradition that me, my younger sister, and my cousin all go spend Thanksgiving with her in Philadelphia. I love going to Philly, I was born there, the food rocks, and if you're going to write you won't get a better place for insperation. So, I thought about going. I had a free ticket from the airlines screwing me over so many times. But that was just the problem, I'm always getting screwed by the airlines, so I gave my ticket to my sister which was good because the prices are so high for that time that neither of us could've gone. I just was in Phily a few months ago and I'd flown like six times or something in the passed year. I really didn't want to fly again because now I just really really hate it. So, yeah, I gave my ticket away so my sister could go. She really wanted to go because she, my cousin, and my grandmother are all very similar. Wel, my dad told my aunt, who is also very much like my sister, cousin, and grandmother, that I wasn't going because they're always harrassing me to dress like them and wear make-up. My aunt told my grandmother so I'm out of favor. They do always harrass me, they have my whole life, meaning I'm used to it and ignore it. If they get really bad then I just make sure they see me in the pajamas I wear when I'm with them, a sport bra and shorts. Not very comfortable, I like long pants and a baggy t-shirt, but it makes them shut up for about twelve hours. My grandmother is old and my sister and cousin have bellies, I'm what they want to be but will never be no matter how much they work out or diet. Of course I can only do the fleeting glance thing, otherwise they'd notice my scars. I got lots of those. I think most are from thorn bushes or falling out of trees. Then I got a few to remind me of my ammunity to spider venom.

Wow, my midterm is really soon. I better stop here. Stupid, stupid arm.

SGAH
FYWR
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