Friday, June 29, 2007

Glasses
I'm getting glasses tomorrow at Wal Mart... ick. I have nothing really against glasses but you know how people have different face shapes? Round, square, heart-shaped, oval? Well, mine is heart-shaped, which sucks because it means that you have high, prominent cheekbones, as well as a high and wide forehead. Sure, that's the kind of face most models have, but it's not good if you want glasses and you're pretty average-looking... and you're 130 pounds and 5'8", not 120 and 5'10". So, I don't know--what kind of frames should I get?
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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Words for You!
Okay, I do requests for just about everything, so this is my new post. Basically, you get to ask me for anything you want from the following animes--

1.Bleach
2.Loveless
3.Final Fantasy XII
4.FMA--Full Metal Alchemist
5.Chrno Crusade (Japanese Spelling)
6.Naruto (preferrably Akatsuki members, but anything is fine)
7.Tokyo Mew Mew
8.Yami no Matsuei
9.Trigun
10.Trinity Blood

You can ask for fan fics, fan art, or a wallpaper, but on the latter I can't get too detailed with. I also am writing a book and a manga--the book's called Broken and the manga's called RED--and I can draw pictures of those, too.

Yes, I know I haven't uploaded any pics but I'm in the middle of doing one of a wolf on the computer and I've only been on for two days. Give me a break!
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my story
ok so i know this is a lot of posts for one day but i don't really care. c i'm writing this book called broken--it's a vampire story--and i have a little clip of it down here so if u like it let me know.

Broken (Page 48)

I struggled to keep breathing as Kite stood in front of me, gray eyes staring me down, their stony gaze nearly glueing me to the aluminum doors of the truck at my back. I turned my head, but I could still feel his thirsty, unfed gaze at my ear, tingling down my neck. This creature, this vampire before me named Kite, could smell me. And I, being the half-breed creature that I was, could smell the caked blood in his veins, the blood struggling to pulse through though it had almost run dry. I could smell venom on his teeth, and what is known as the vampire's Aurora--the scent they dispell, that luscious yet hauntingly devious scent that is used to both warn and draw in unsuspecting people to a vampire. And I knew from Kite's eyes how hungry he was--his eyes were gray, not the crimson that was the sign that fresh blood coursed through his body. He was nearly empty of foreign blood. And I could sense, with the werewolf's strange, unparalleled senses, that Kite was at his limit, that he could hardly take any longer. And that thought both terrified and relieved me.
I didn't want Kite to pretend for me, but I also didn't want him to lost control. The very idea of his teeth near my throat brought out all the fangs of the werewolf and sent instincts coursing through my body as primordial signposts. And I knew, somehow, that Kite was afraid of that, too.
That he knew that I could bite back.
The painful thought made me wince, and I drew in a heavy breath. I knew that no blood would leave Kite's throat, and that, even if his heart finally died, and his skin turned paler than his own milk-white pallor, that he would still walk forward and try to kill me. And I knew that my body, which was full of hot, steaming blood, would be relentless in its defeat. And that thought hurt more than almost anything else. I turned my head to the car door, unwilling to leave both my throat and my emerald eyes in Kite's aloof stare.
"Jamie?"
I inhaled a rattling breath, unwilling to answer, heart pounding. The fact that werewolves automatically send adrenaline through their system in the prescence of a vampire didn't help, either.
"Jamie, what's wrong?"
His voice was harsh, concerned, and I answered his call finally as I threw the full force of my jade green gaze upon him. My head snapped in his direction, and he grimaced, a bit startled. "What?" I nearly growled, my teeth gritted together.
He sighed. "Jamie, there's nothing to be afraid of. I may be a vampire but I'm not that thirsty. Please, just give me a--"
"Don't lie," I told him fiercely, though fear and adrenaline shook my tone. "I can smell you from where I stand. There is hardly any human in you left. There's hardly any blood to sustain you. And when your eyes are gray like that, it's your last chance, your final day. Instincts will rise above all else by sunset. I know that. So don't lie, not for my sake. Ever."
Kite shook his head bitterly. "If only you understood how scared you really are, underneath it all. Vampires really can smell fear, and so we automatically know the mental state of our prey." His breath caught, and a flicker of anguish flashed in his stormy eyes as he realized that that was the last thing he should have said, especially in the prescence of one that was an ancient enemy of himself and his kind. He stepped back, face slowly folding into a mask that could reveal no emotion.
He could not, however, relieve my powerful anger as I broke out, emotions and expressions free.
"So I'm your prey, then? Are the humans, these kids at your school, your prey, too? Was my mom your prey?" Something broke in my then, and I began to shiver. A deep, overwhelming hatred began to flow freely. "You did say that you spent all of your life up north near Lake Michigan until recently? Who could say that you didn't get a snap at her while she was coming home from work! She was covered in blood from the surgery, you know! Maybe you just couldn't RESIST!"
Finally, my fangs broke out, and a snarl ripped out of my throat. Kite knew enough to step back, and he lowered his head to place his auburn hair in front of his eyes. The sweet, unbearably sweet smell of vampire was keen in the thick Chicago breeze as my senses came loose and my claws spread out. My demi-form, somewhere in between human and werewolf, had been activated. I was no longer human.
Now Kite appeared shocked, and I could feel the shattered pieces of his mask at my feet. I could almost touch the buckled pieces and the shards as all hell broke loose. I stood up and strode forward arrogantly, my wolf ears and tail whipping out in an instant. Kite backed against the car, and his eyes constantly darted around, I presume to search for exits.
I gave him no escape as my hands reached forward to touch the car. Kite was barricaded where he stood, surrounded by aluminum, steel claws, and an iron grasp that his bones could not escape from.
Kite pleaded with me to let him go. I knew, honestly knew, that he was on my side, but now the werewolf in me was taking over. It was something so primordial that I couldn't be loose of it.
"Please, Jamie, let me go! Just give me--" He broke off as I glared at him, and I felt the strange tingling sensation as my eyes were overwhelmed with the amber color of the Wolf. I took the silence to release my anger.
What, a chance!?" I cried vehemently. My hands balled up into fists upon the car. "Like you gave my mother a chance? You think I should give you one when she's buried in the ground?!"
To this, he had no answer. The rage that suddenly flowed in my became relentless, and hot tears began pouring down my face.
"I can't handle this anymore! I'm tired of dealing with you, you... monster!" I stumbled back against the car, stunned by the force of my own words, and then ran away. I could feel Kite's shocked eyes against my back, but still I ran from him.
"Where are you going?" he cried. "Wait, Jamie!"
"I'm going home!" I screeched, and ran through the parking lot of the school at a slow werewolf lope, losing my demi-form as I went, until my hands slammed up against the car door of my Volvo. I opened the blue door hastefully, my eyes of fading amber searching around quickly for my keys. I grabbed them off of the leather passenger seat and jammed the keys into the ignition. The engine purred to life as I twisted the keys and switched into drive.
Kite, with his inhuman speed that was only slightly slower than the werewolf, was at the driver's side in an instant. Though vampires had neither the stamina nor the capability to run the way a werewolf can, his cheeks were not reddened and he had not lost his breath. I guessed that he was holding his breath. His thirsty, dim gray eyes were virulent with anger, and I turned my own eyes to the wheel. I shifted gears into drive, and breathed anxiously, unwilling to see Kite's hurt and furious face.
"Jamie, please!" Kite yelled as I began pulling out of the parking space. "Please, just hear me out! I didn't have anything to do with your mother's death! I mean it!"
I closed my eyes, knowing the truth but unwilling to believe it, breathed in, and then exhaled. I seemed close to sobbing--from my anger of from mourning, I could not tell. Or was it from Kite's hurt stare? Either way, I would not do anything to coax the pain out even more.
I slammed my foot against the gas pedal, turned the wheel, and drove away. I couldn't look at his face. I just couldn't.
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PIrates of the Caribbean!
I just saw Pirates 3 with my best friends... for the fourth time. I'm happy cuz both Jack and Will are cute... but i'm kind of worried that i have a friend who is forcing me to go to a salon and get dreadlocks done, braid some of my hair, and but beads and a bandana on so I look like Jack for my school picture! I have to admit, it'd look cool--she took a picture of me, cut and pasted Jack's hair onto mine after changing the hair color to darkish red-blond (my hair color)--but that's just so weird! ...o-0? What do you guys think of that. I'm confused as to what I'd think. Cool... or scary? hmm.... maybe a few comments would help... cuz i am seriously confused
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   freaked out.... *shivers*
just last night i heard someone walking all around my house. it was like one in the morning, and when i checked everyone was asleep. *shudders* has that happened to you before? I'm creeped out majorly...

well tell me if you've had anything happen to you before like that. like i have a friend who really loves fruits basket who is terrified of being alone at her house ever since she woke up to seeing someone at her door, and when she said "Dad?" he just stood there, silently, then moaned and walked away. that is just so creepy!

it's even worse that i watch A Haunting on the discovery channel almost every day he he...
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Hey, People!
I have an idea to help me relieve boredom for you and me! I'm happy now!

Basically, it's like this. I am making a contest for all of you guys. It's a wallpaper contest. Send me a wallpaper--it doesn't have to be your drawing, but it does have to be your backround--from any anime you want, and after me and my friends (in real life here in Ohio--were all hardcore otakus) vote on it, we'll post what we consider to be the best one next to your name on my page, and you'll get the address--web and real--to the only cool place in Ohio to get anime. This place imports a ton of stuff and they have variety from all kinds of anime! Sweet!

*Just so you know, if you can't draw or if you don't have Photoshop, just private message me and I'll give u the name anyway. i made this to relieve boredom, so it's not really official*

(btw this place is where i got my cool bleach pillow)
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Getting a Life
Well... here I am, typing. What else am I supposed to do? As my green eyes have never laid themselves upon the 57-year-old man named Vincent, and I spend most of my time daydreaming about that playing M.A.S.H., as I was doing with my otaku friend Jordan who is also a Vincent fangirl, there is nothing to do. Ohio is dead of emotion... seriously. I mean it! Except for moving to Waterford, Wisconsin for two years and being born in Los Angeles, I've lived my life in Ohio. Other than having the best amusement park in the world and having one of the best hospitals in the U.S.--Children's Hospital; hissssss--Ohio sure isn't that interesting. So, basically... I'd like for someone to tell me what interesting things there are anime-related in the general region of central Ohio. If you can do that, I'd be so happy! I'm tired of looking at my Ichigo pillow my friend got me from Anime Palace. *sighs*

THough it's not hillbilly hell, it's somewhere with corn. *shudders*
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