Oh, my little teenage heart, aching for drama.


I wish Nazuki was real. I mean, the name is nice. But sometimes I wish I could pluck someone out of some country and make them my best friend.

Oh White Day. I guess I'm just gonna' give chocolate to my friends.

SPOILERSPOILERSPOILER (This is too short to require an LJ-cut, I think.)

OMGoodness they killed off Bak.

And I care.

The computer and the world wide web is a slice of technology, and it's more beneficial than it is destructive, right? Otherwise, we wouldn't be using it still. So why is it that I'm using it to runaway from my responsibilities like possibly so many others?

Man, I could us a week off in a mountain dojo. Or maybe the rest of the world needs it. Again and again, I come back to this, so I hope I can turn away again.

Happy New Year's! I haven't been on in a while. I'm trying to write better. It's going to take a while.

Meme time!


I should get to work now...

Good. Bad.

Secrets that aren't always said, but usually sit out there.

Things that you think you can't do, but they end up doing just that. Being done.

But you have to reach for them. You have to let the tendons in your arm stretch as long as miles. Then your arms breaks. Then, when you find that your arm is so much more flexible, the destination is yours.

This is just me not making sense.

I can understand.

But, other stuff I can't. Things happen. I wonder what will happen. Things will happen.

Tomorrow is Wednesday.

It's just...strange.

From 55-word stories:

"Never show weakness," bellowed the lion-tamer. "They can smell it." The apprentice looked dubiously at the lions, particularly one grumpy-looking, scarred lioness. "What about moral weakness?" he asked. "I steal cable and drive an SUV. Also, I cheat on girlfriends." Quickly the lion-tamer raised his chair, catching the lioness in mid-pounce.

- - -

She was a magical aunt. When I skinned my knee, Father applied a stinging liquid, but Aunt spoke and the pain faded. On Halloween I wanted a real witch's hat; Aunt provided. When she died gently at 140, songbirds flew from her mouth in all directions. Afterwards Father said "never speak of her to anyone."

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I read in a book that truly crazy people don't ask, "Am I crazy?" Encouraged, I started asking this of everyone I met. The answer was irrelevant; the very act was reassuring. When I'd queried every person in town, I asked housepets, then cows. Now I talk to inanimate objects. I rest easy every night.

They talk like I have no ears. Or, no brains.

Or maybe they talk because they have neither. Morally weak. 55-words. Find some place out there, where nothing is and then again, you never know.

YOU. Never know.

:D

D:

One direction is one thing, one direction is the other.

You just list things that ramble off your head and just forget about making sense. Kind of lightly flit over life, over the stuff around you. Like me. Like now. Like, at 10:30 PM or something, still doing my science.

I hope scooped enough things out.

It's cold. And I think I can start typing on something...

That doesn't listen to my personal feelings.

Something called science.

Something that wants to eat my brain, and maybe my morale, but...

I only live once.

I'm going to try to KICK. SCIENCE. IN. THE. ARSE.

But, we'll see.

Weakness, weakness!!

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"Everyone has the right to be stupid. Some abuse the privilege." Anonymous

Really, now. Calling out to anyone who's reading this:

Let's get some good fan artists working at Tokyopop.

People are trying their hardest (I guess), but I have to say we need more people. There are only a few good fan-made art out there. I'm not just talking about plot or art: a mangaka would need both, wouldn't they?

I'm trying to finish my storyboard so I can start drawing, but I hope some people get out there soon. *sigh*

Right now I'm working on a Kurogane x Tomoyo doujinshi. It's only two pages long, so I wish I could make another, longer one.

Well, it's kind of lonely just typing, thinking that no one will read any of it. There are some things that can be appreciated only by ones lonesome, and blogs are not one of them! At least, not with me. When I just type something, only to realize no ones listening...It gives me resolutions. And typing like this makes me sound conceited, listening to myself all this time. Eeeew.

Joining communities now, la la la.