It's three in the afternoon and I just woke up? Ok. I always get bummed out when I wake up and check my mail and I don't really have anything significant. But whatever. Since I'm fairly well-rested, I think I am going to do some reviewing in the Roadhouse today, which I haven't really done in forever... So ok.

Basically my family is really loud. And they woke me up four times this morning asking me stupid questions and I was just like FUUUUUUUUU- OH MY GOSH GO AWAY YOU'RE RUINING MY SATURDAY I HATE YOU AKSHGJKSDgSDH. Just. IDK. They know how weird I am about sleep and what a difficult time I have sleeping, and then just don't really seem to care too much but whutever whutever.

I've basically decided that I am going to write a fanfiction for every single one of my fandoms using the prompt "Lie back and think of England."

Oh yes.

I would explain my strange fascination with that saying, but it's a mystery to me. ಠ_ಠ

The other day I vowed that I was going to put some time aside to get all the music that I lost in Laptopgate '09 back, but I haven't done that... and I'm still sitting here just listening to Lady Gaga. oh.

Also, what is this about Kuroshitsuji season 2 being about a new butler? ಠ_ಠ

I will defend her to death, for she is my queen.  ಠ_ಠ

First of all, the fanfiction offer thing still stands.

http://andwhenyousing.livejournal.com/25768.html 
 

Comment and I shall write you a prententious piece of prose about your favorite character.

Second of all, fuck my life?
Last night, there was a bit of facebook drama, you know, the kind where someone says something snarky about my best friend to me, I retaliate, and he forgets all about hating her because he's moved on to how much he hates me. But this is the same person that, once upon a time, told me the following:

1.] I don't care about anything.
2.] I don't have the slightest trace of a personality.
3.] It must be impossible for me to maintain relationships because of this.

oh ok. Ass. Well, whatever. He apologized. I said, "I'm sorry, too, I guess," and then deleted everything and that was that. Fu-

Third of all, yay?
Volumes 1-3 of Tokyo Babylon, 1-2 of FLCL, and 1 of Nabari no Ou came in the mail today.

So ok. Yeah.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble(ish thing) of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

You can choose from Death Note, 07-Ghost, Haruhi Suzumiya, Kimi ni Todoke, Ouran, or Glee.

(Mind you, it's been an incredibly long time since I've written a fanfiction, so don't get miffed if I can only exchange pure crap for your pretty request. Also, I wouldn't be too quick to request something lighthearted, because I've never successfuly written a lighthearted piece before in my life, they always end up weird and sort of dark. But I'll try, if someone so insists.)

Uhm... ready set go, yeah?

2/10. Where is everyone today?

And welcome, new friends. :3

So basically overall, this weekend has been okay. Not incredibly great. Not too horrible. Just kind of okay. My moods have been flip flopping like all fuck and back, and it's probably because I'm just still upset over J.D. Salinger. IDK why it's taking me so long to get over it. I couldn't really sleep last night, even after I turned my light off and shit because I was initially tired, so I decided to highlight my favorite parts of Catcher and make notes and stuff, and I eventually went to bed, but it was a really shitty sleep.

And then for some reason I woke up to everyone yelling? Ok hi hey hello the walls are paper thin kindly shove a dick in it ok.

I've just been so weird lately, idek. I couldn't even fully enjoy the last episode of Durarara!! because I'm just so fidgety but I don't really know what to do.

Time for a happier note, yeah? I won two volumes of Black Cat on eBay for .99 + $2.99 shipping. A score? I believe so.

I'm hungry.

J.D. Salinger, why couldn’t you live forever?

Why couldn’t you live long enough for me to be able to hunt you down, you damn recluse, and say thank you, thank you so much, thank you for making me feel okay. I appreciate it.

Why am I so upset? You died peacefully, painlessly. You left your mark on literature. You’ve made a lot of kids feel less alone. You did a good thing with your life, Mr. Salinger, but my heart hurts so bad and I don’t know what to do.

"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."

I want to cry and scream. And I think about summer, when I didn’t feel like I fit in with anyone. So I always had The Catcher in the Rye in my dance bag to read when I started feeling weird and alone.

And it always helped. Some things just punch you straight in the heart, don’t they? In a good way, though. Who knows what I would have done without that book sitting in my bag.

Thank you, Mr. Salinger. A summer dragged on, autumn flew by, winter is here and your words are here, and I’m still here.

I’m still here. Thanks to you, I think.

Thank you.

It's been a really long time since I've felt this discouraged and angsty. I don't know what to do.

No one wants to talk to me anymore. That's what I get for ignoring their IMs and phone calls.

I single-handedly poison every friendship and potential relationship that comes my way.

LJ just randomly barfed up a bunch of the notifications it had been withholding these last few days, and continues to do so sporadically. It's really kind of annoying.

Anyway, second day back at school. My biology professor is really nice. Right now I'm sitting around and waiting for my Sociology class to start. (30 more minutes.) I guess things could be worse.

I got into a fight with my mom earlier, which I usually do in the mornings. Especially towards the end of the week, for whatever reason. It just kind of sucks because I know that it's my fault and that I'm the one being a bitch, but I can't stop being a bitch, ever. But at the same time, I kind of wish she would understand that my complaining doesn't mean anything; it's just my way of dealing with a situation that I really have no other way to deal with. (AKA school.) And sure, complaining is annoying, but wtf. Between not sleeping, not writing, and not liking school, I think it's the least harmful stress-control method I could use.

Eh, idk, fuck fuck fuck. I'm so annoying. And I hate being so annoying, but it's just the way I am. It's one of my major personality flaws and I haven't really found a way to fix it, but hopefully I will soon. I just want to go home and go back to bed for a really long time. No school on Monday = greatness + extra sleeping time + I'm getting my braces off FINALLY HNNNG. They were supposed to be taken off, like, months ago, but I kept getting sick and having to reschedule, so now it's happening. I'm afraid I'm going to look weird, but I'm excited.

Once the braces are gone, I will start thinking about my nosejob. Feminism and inner beauty can suck my diiiick.

Not too much because I'm a lazy shit.

But anyway.

I called my mom because I kind of feel shitty right now (idk, I think I'm getting sick) and I wanted to talk to her, so we chatted for a long time. We talked about Next to Normal and watched the performance of it at the Tony Awards and I told her how upset it made me when I saw it and how much I regretted acting the way I did in high school, and how much the character of Natalie reminded me so much of that.

The other day, I sent her an email filled with links of things that wanted to buy from eBay (I couldn't even remember the account information), and I checked back and saw that one of the things was purchased yesterday. >:[ But she was like, "It's okay. we'll find you something else to get. How much of your money do you have left?"

"Three-hundred dollars."

"What? Haven't you been buying anything?"

Cue her feeling guilty about how she complains that I ~waste my money~ whenever I spend it on something that I really want. "I didn't know you were sitting up there NOT spending the money you got for Christmas! Buy whatever you what!" She's never said that before, lol.

I wonder if she's happy that I'm so excited about using her grandfather's old bookshelf. I'm happy that she offered to let me move it into my room, because she was really particular about where his stuff went when he died. (I remember she was in hysterics when she found out that one of his pianos was put in storage and ended up pretty much being damaged beyond repair.) But when I get home tomorrow, I'm going to move some shit around in my room and make room for the bookshelf. This means that I can move my manga out of the little bookshelf by my bed and put the book that I have no room for in there, thank God. I'm so sick of all the clutter in my room, damn. It drives me crazy.

So yeah I'm happy that Mom approves of me filling the shelf up with my manga and adorning it with the Hetalia figures she ordered the other day. I'm glad that we're getting along again. The stress of last semester kind of took its toll and we fussed a lot, but now everything is okay and everything is straightened out and we're gettin along again.

I do. Facebook stalking That Boy again was probably not very healthy.
Don't make fun if me, f-list. I'm only telling you these things because I trust you.

I miss my family. I can't wait to go home, as much as I never thought I would say that.

School starts back on the 14th. I'm not feeling it.

So, basically, I've been receiving some reviews over these last few days that  have been saying a number of different things. From a couple of reviewers, I hear that my writing style is too formal for a high school setting. From a few other reviewers, I hear that the style is too casual. WTF is this. I mean, I honestly don't know what corrections to make and what to fix if I legitimately have no clue what anyone is talking about.

I mean, I guess I'm being a btich--- but I'm always open to concrit, I really am. It's very rare that I actually put my foot down and say that I don't agree or even really understand what the deal is. However, as an author, I should be open to any and all contructive criticism. But I'm just really pissy about this right now, I don't know.

It's to the point where I kind of just want to take the story down and write it for my own amusement. And that's such a stupid, thing to do, but idk. Aksfhadg, I sound like such a baby.

Eh.

 

So, Jessica and I ended up not auditioning for Hair just because there were so many non-Equity people there, the auditors wouldn't have been able to see everyone. But it's okay. I feel like I would have just failed and that would have sucked, to be filled with shame and associate bad memories with a show that I love/song that I love, since I was going to sing my favorite song from the show.

Anyway.

First impressions:
 

Dance in the Vampire Bund.
After millennia in hiding, Mina Tepes, the Princess of the ancient covenant and ruler of all vampires, wants change. Using the vast wealth of the Tepes line, she has paid off the entire gross national debt of Japan and in so doing, gained the authority to create a “special district” off the coast of Japan that is to become the future haven to vampires the world over!
Now, on the eve of the landmark press conference announcing the existence of vampires to the world, terrorists and rival factions are plotting to assassinate Mina Tepes before she has a chance to make her world-changing announcement.



Well, the only thing I can say about the first episode of this show is that the material was completely original--- and not even in a good way. I got enough of the whole media-frenzy, cheap talk show shit from Death Note, and I don't need to see it again. I probably wouldn't be so upset if this wasn't a 12-episode series. It was okay, but I probably would have thought it was fully neat if I wasn't already familiar with the manga. The characters look really nice, if anything, and I will anxiously await episode two.