( D/G...drabbles? )


*sharpens rusty writing skills :-/*

Date:	2003-11-17 16:49
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Security:	Public
Mood:	pissed off

I didn't really mean to leave, or even take a break. Things simply turned out that way, but something in life keeps telling me to come back.

So perhaps, atm, I am here like I was months ago.


But who knows? I may be gone again by tomorrow. I may stay and post up a whole new batch of angst cookies.


Life has been unexplainably strange to me. I do not think I know who I am anymore.



But I want to find out.

Never get bitten by a crazy duck.




??????????????????????????


And as for this thing called writer's block--my muses happen to be Voldemort's evil minions.

They've gone off to serve their stupid, weakling master.


Call them back for me.

I've written up half of SWY but it's not satisfactory, to say the least.



In other news.


I am a couch potato I am a couch potato I am a couch potato I am a couch potato.

I'm back.

* "muahahahaha"'s as everyone groans in disgust*

And I've updated my chaptered fic, which hopefully has a plot...somewhat...

*more groans*

Stuck With You: Part II


Writer's block doesn't suit me well.

Date:	2003-06-29 15:32
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	stressed
Music:	I can't find my headphones

Happy Deathday!
Your name:	quixotism
You will die on:	Saturday, May 14, 2022
You will die of:	Shark Attack
Username:
Created by Quill

da_rp

Date:	2003-06-25 00:25
Subject:	Wot a fucking eediot.
Security:	Public
Mood:	annoyed
Music:	n/a

( Convo With SmarterChild--or should we say DumberChild )

Wow. $9.99 to talk to a stupid robot.

ROFL.

*twitches*

I just had to come crawling back.

Because this...this is really something.



I love Harry.

I love how he's so angry, I love how he's so bitter, I love how he doesn't seem to care.

I love how it's so apparent already, though I'm only on the fourth chapter. *slaps self*


Call me a jaded lady--but teen-angst!Harry is....



Brilliant.

Warning: Ootp Spoiler ahead. Don't read if you have no desire to.

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" SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT--WHO SAVED THE SORCERER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS?"

Whew. *whistles* Pretty angry, that kid is.


Now I need to go read read read read read--because later on, I have to go to HH Gregg to buy a stupid grill.

Grrrrrrrr.

Date:	2003-06-20 11:30
Subject:	OOTP!!!!!!!
Security:	Public
Mood:	excited
Music:	Beautiful--C.A.

*bounces*

I'm going to turn into a rabid fangirl!

*screams earsplittingly*

IT'S ALMOST HERE!!!!!

And all these juicy spoilers have left me in even further anticipation.


Raise your hand if your excited. *nodnodnod*


Might have to leave Fandom for a while to go read book.



If so--

Au revoir everyone! Hope you get your own copy soon! And ENJOY!



*smooches and hugs*


Christmas is here early

Date:	2003-06-20 00:15
Subject:	D/G Drabble
Security:	Public
Mood:	frustrated
Music:	Fields Of Innocence--Evanescence

You don?t understand me.

You don?t understand me.




You don?t understand me.


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Those words had been uttered many times before.

The figure of a young girl, slumped down against a wall.

Crimson red hair splayed out across her knees as she cried privately, unwilling to let show them that she was

Weak.

But from the corner.

From the corner of the corridor, his silver eyes watched her unblinkingly; breath-taken at the sight of the beautiful

Painting.

Her tears were beauty in its simplest form.

His heart raced.

And his chest ached.


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?Why do you cry??

Her brown eyes looked up towards him.

? I don?t know.? She said truthfully, cheeks glistening.

? You should stop.? He said softly, squatting down next to her.

She bit her cherry lips.


? I can?t.?


And he didn?t know why, and she didn?t know why so


So he kissed her.

Kissed her tears away.

And together, they formed a perfect sculpture of

Pain

Tears

And love.


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You don?t understand me.


Yes.



I do.

Date:	2003-06-19 01:18
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	confused

I wrote another D/G one-shot.


EDITED: Posted it at ff.net, because my website link appeared to be broken. :-/




When You Return



I feel


a bit lost.

:-(

Date:	2003-06-18 19:59
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	bored
Music:	This Is A Song (For The Lonely)--Cher

quixotism Magic Number 3 Job Despot Personality Drifter Temperament A Yo-Yo Sexual Straight Likely To Win The Wrath Of My Peers Me - In A Word Whirlwind Colour Brought to you by MemeJack

Um.


I'm so boring. Dull. Without a life. Blaah. Someone please slap me senseless.


My hands are pruny.

And chlorine does wonders for my hair. *much sarcasm*

Will go into spazzy-mood and go ficcy/draw fanart/update website like there's no tomorrow.




" Think my name's funny, do you?"

No, Draco. Your name is heaven to my ears, you silly twit.

Date:	2003-06-17 20:31
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	ecstatic
Music:	me, squeeing happily.

*stupid blink*

UhIdon'tknowwhattosaybecauseyou'veleftmespeechlesssoI'mblushingnowandlookprettyidiotic.


*major glomps to ladyofthelilacs*


Your kind reviews have nearly made me CRY, woman! Honestly, your compliments are just too much *loffs*



And Nell!

" And Nell informed me that
you are a, and I quote, beautiful author"

*huggles violet_hyacinth*


D/G One-shot to (hopefully) relieve me of my horrible writer's block.



(  D/G Angst-Smutlet )



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Don't hate.

Why must life do this?

Why does it insit on bringing me endless pain and torture?


Firstly, I've spent the last day or so trying to find a new host for my website--and finally I find one with NO BANNERS ADS and everytime I try to view my page, it comes up with the error that 'There is not enought system memory to upload the image'.

Well, you know, that's great. Just dandy. I suppose everyone can imagine what the said image is supposed to look like.

*smites*

I would go to tripod.com or some other place and get the premium version--BUT I'M BROKE.


violet_hyacinth and I have already established the fact that we are both very moola-less. *sets money-can on floor*


So now I'm stuck with banner ads stuck on every one of my damn pages.

Secondly: My knowledge of html is so pitifully amateur.


Wah.

Thirdly: The stupid neighbors invited me over for lunch.

I already had lunch.

But the way they said it, I just COULD NOT REFUSE--I swear, they practically MADE me agree.

I don't even like said neighbors. So now I go eat some more at neighbors, fake smile plastered on my face.


Wonderful.

Date:	2003-06-17 00:16
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	tired
Music:	the sound of my head aching

My head hurts.


(  Movie/Book Survey Gacked From mercuryraven )

Let's see how vast my book/movie repertoire is.

BTW: Has anyone read The Velveteen Rabbit?

It has to be my favorite children's book of all time.

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse.
"It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.

"When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse.

"You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and become very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly--except to people who don't understand."

Date:	2003-06-16 12:16
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	dorky
Music:	my incessant sneezing. I hate dust particles. I hate cleaning.

Is life really a box of chocolates?





(  Ginny Weasley Fan Art )


Just another one of my odd musings.


Answer me now, damn it.

Date:	2003-06-16 01:09
Subject:
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Mood:	amused
Music:	Cats In The Cradle--Ugly Kid Joe

I'm becoming insane, living with this feeling of anticipation.

You'll see me amongst the mobs of people rushing through the bookstore. Perhaps I'll see you there.


I had a fun time tonight in the PK chat.

You are all so silly. In a completely wonderful, lovable way. *glomps and smooches to all*

Let me re-phrase that--Silly and horny. ;-)


My child arrived just the other day
Came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay

He learned to walk while I was away

He was talking before I knew it
And as he grew he said,
'I'm gonna be like you, Dad.

You know I'm gonna be like you.'


And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'When you comin' home?'
'Son, I don't know when. But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then.'

Well, my son turned ten just the other day.
He said, 'Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.
Could you teach me to throw?'
I said, 'Not today. I got a lot to do.'
He said, 'That's okay.' And he walked away and he smiled and he said,
'You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him.'



Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
'I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while?'

He shook his head and he said with a smile,
'What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later--can I have them please ?'



I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
'I'd like to see you, if you don't mind.'

He said, 'I'd love to, Dad, if I could find the time.
You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.
It's been sure nice talkin' to you.'

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,

He'd grown up just like me.


My boy was just like me.


Happy Father's Day!

Date:	2003-06-14 12:19
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative
Music:	Fantasie Impromptu--Chopin

( Gacked from Nicole's Journal )

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Sometimes I feel that life is to short for the petty tribulations we go through day in and day out.

Sitting there. You're sitting in front of the computer now, aren't you?

And another second passes. And another. As of right now, approximately 5 seconds of your life are gone since the beginning of this.

And another.

Because time never stops for anyone, no matter how hard you wish it to be. And by no means is tomorrow a promise.

So why am I in front of the computer, explaining this?

Wasting my life.

I have ambitions, you know. Ambitions to go out into the world and become a great artist or writer or for the love of god, something. Ambitions to be honored for my achievments, ambitions to be such a kind, considerate and wise person, that people would come to me, asking for my counsel, marveling at how I manage it all.

Regret is a sneaky little thing.

And how rare it is, for it not to slip past you during your last moments on this earth, when someone asks you, " What of your life?"

You could call me a bloody coward. I'm so damn scared that when I die, I won't be satisfied enough, because all my life I've never been satisfied enough with myself.

I'm scared of that leering voice in my ear, whispering to me that my life on Earth will not be remembered, because it was insignificant, because I'm insignificant.

"When you are born, you were crying--and everyone around you was smiling.

Live your life, so when you die, you're smiling--and everyone around you is crying."

How many of us live life to the fullest every single day?

Date:	2003-06-13 23:52
Subject:	Friday The Thirteenth
Security:	Public
Mood:	pissed off
Music:	n/a

I can't remember the last time I was this pissed off.

For various reasons, I will not state the exact reason why.

But.

Although I understand we are all human, and we all make mistakes, part of being human is to learn from our mistakes. I'm guilty of making some horrible decisions and being stubbornly selfish--but this...this is just starting to get me really riled up.

And let me tell you, I rarely get angry at people.

We all need to start thinking more open-mindedly before opening our mouth and saying things that we will regret later! You can't take back words. Ever.

We also need to stop being so damned selfish and think about the opposite perspective. State your own opinion, but don't make it sound like you're a big-headed git who thinks s/he knows everything.

Urrgh. It just makes me so angry that certain people think they have the right to make other people feel obligated to do something they don't want to. It makes me angry that they are so sure that they are right.


It's been a long and horrible day. I'm tired of all these people bickering, and quite frankly, I'm tired of bickering back, trying to explain my own reasons.

I give up. Let them think and do whatever they want. I'm tired of trying to put things right.

How will this society ever work out if we all don't try our best to get along? How, when you've declared yourself omniscient and won't listen to what anyone says?


So, before I go and make a hypocrite of myself, I will say no more, and wait until I have cooled off.

Date:	2003-06-12 18:14
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	accomplished
Music:	I'm OK--Christina Aguilera

It seems to be becoming a trend to make icons for oneself.

Mother is at garage sale, splurging, no doubt.

So I decided to try making one. *silly grin*

It was actually fun to do, whilst listening to inspirational music.

Even though I have no idea how to make animated ones. Wish I did.


(  Rurouni Kenshin etc. )





*loves Kenshin and his glowing eyes*


BTW, anyone catch last night's episode on cartoon network?

T'was one of my favorite ones: sad and beautiful.

Date:	2003-06-12 14:54
Subject:	Cry For Me
Security:	Public
Mood:	sad
Music:	Beautiful--Christina Aguilera

Raindrops are like tears.

I love the sound of rain falling onto rooftops. I love the way the view outside the window grows blurred. I love the way the trees sway to the wind, and they cry too. I love the way the water falls into the lake.

I love the sensation it brings to get drenched in rain.

And they say it happens because of transpiration, evaporation, condensation, precipitation; because the clouds need release--


But I like to think that someone up there is crying for us.


Because we need someone to cry for us.