I listened to that song "The End", and I loved it! Be warned though, it typically takes me between 1 and 3 months to make a video... it's a combination of ADD and a high stress career. I'll definitely work on it though.

AHAHAHAHAHAH! After two looooong weeks, I finally have a personal computer again! AHAHAHAHAH! Yay, so happy! ^_^

Snagged from yoyo365 

I needed to distract myself from writing for a few moments. Blah.

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?

Perfect by Alanis Morissette (well, that worked well, guess that means I should keep going...)

I have a rather odd collection of music *shrugs*.

Alright, back off to write some more.

Tryin to see what kind of reaction I'd get. I have almost an entire first chapter of the time-travel stuff, but I was suddenly hit with inspiration that I could not ignore... So, take a look at this. Could be a series of one-shots, all fairy tale re-tellings, or maybe I will just run with this idea....



La Belle et la Bête



“Have you ever loved anyone?” She asked with a small sigh. The fire crackled in the hearth, and for a moment the warm orange glow danced across her face. In that moment, he thought maybe he saw a bit of human in her, maybe saw someone he’d never known before… But the flames fell back to their lazy, soft dance and the shadows encroached once more, hiding her face from him. All that was left of her were her hands, gripping tightly to the plush arms of the reading chair. Her slim fingers dug like talons into the rich material when he did not immediately turn away from her, when he tried to peer into the shadows.

The silence dragged for a little too long, but if she noticed, she said nothing. Finally, he turned from the darkness that hid her, and stared hard into the flames. “No.” It was a lie, as blatant as they come. He’d loved once. Lost once. But the memory of it was still too tender, too raw, and he had no desire to share it with the likes of the Beast.

Maybe something within her sensed that, and her voice, when it came again, was harder than it had been. “Could you ever love me?”

For this, this he could be honest. “No,” He answered. It was harder to say than he’d thought it would be and he could not bring himself to look at her. But it was the truth. As beautiful as she was, how could he ever love a beast?

He hoped that that would be it. That that one question would save him. But it didn’t.

The question came, as it had so many times before.

“Will you marry me?”

Alec suddenly felt weary.

“Goodnight, Max.”

It was the first time he hadn’t just outright said no.

And as he left the library, part of him wondered… Could she ever love him?






So, people, any interest in something like this?





We_are_parallel, I'm almost done with your req! Hurray! Erm... The fic req., not the vid one.

Poll #1360499 Random!
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I got stationed in Florida and managed to leave my external hard drive in Alabama. If I were to start a new series, probably involving time travel, while waiting for the parentals to deliver all my months of hard work, locked securely on that harddrive, how would you react?

So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how annoyed would you really be?

Oooh ,ooh, also?! Today's writer's block cube had the question "blah blahbity blah, what's a dealbreaker when it comes to romance?" Easy, I avoid deal-breakers altogether by pre-screening candidates! I have a very definitive chart to help with these situations! On one half of the paper I have a column that asks, "Is it Jensen Ackles, yes or no? Either way, continue to question two." The next question, obviously, is, "Is he transgenic?"

Obviously, my love life has suffered. Stupid chart.

I should probably lay off the caffeine. Stupid OTS, why have you addicted me so.

Well, for the last 119 days, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning, got dressed as quietly as possible because lights out lasts until 4:55, went out for PT, came back, showered, went to chow, went to class from 0700 to 1700, went to dinner, went back to the dorms, did mandatory study time from 2000 to 2200, and passed out at lights out at 2300.

But this morning? I commissoned as a 2nd Lieutenant into the Air Force.

AHAHAHAHAH!!!!!

I rule.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! They're making a TV mini-series for the Sword of Truth! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! And I'll be in OTS!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! So happy and yet so sad!!!!!!!

Course movies of good books have a lot to live up too. Richard doesn't look manly enough. Kahlan not purty enough. Darken Rahl not scary enough... BUT I DON"T CARE. Gonna watch it and love it! Oh yeah!  (when I get out. Man, I love the internet) 

Anyone else a Sword of Truth nerd? C'mon people, put down Twilight and read a real book. ^_^ Anyway, if you are half as thrilled as I am the website is legendoftheseeker.com


so happy *sniff*


p.s. and no worries. There will be a fic dump soon.

p.p.s. and even better! It's not a mini-series. It's a syndicated show! A whole show, I tell you! *dies*

came across a little blog book game on the web and wanted to play. ^_^ 

1. Take first five novels from your bookshelf.
2. Book 1—first sentence
3. Book 2—last sentence on page 50
4. Book 3—second sentence on page 100
5. Book 4—next to the last sentence on page 150
6. Book 5—final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph.
8. Feel free to “cheat” to make it a better paragraph.
9. Name your sources
10.Post to your blog.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass leaving memories that become legend, then fade to myth, and are long forgot when that Age comes again... And Snowden lay dying in the back. His knee high boots were black leather, shined until they gave back reflections. They were all that remains of the greatest experiment ever conducted- to find the Ultimate Question and the Ultimate Answer of Life, the Universe and Everything. His fingers tightened around hers, just barely, just enough.
 
Minimal adjustment needed, just added a ... after the wheel bit. Woo, my brain could create an entire little universe from that paragraph. Cheated a bit, because two of the first books I grabbed were Alice in Exile by Piers Read and Biting the Sun by Tanith Lee, but all the sentances were just too awkward, so I made another grab at the bookshelf. Okay, I've amused myself for today.

Books were

The Great Hunt- Robert Jordan
Catch 22- Joseph Heller
Kushiel's Dart- Jacqueline Carey
The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Gude to the Galaxy- Douglas Adams
The Spellsong War- L.E. Modesitt Jr.

M* A*S*H... ahh, memories of elementary school abound... Puma is a reference to red vs. blue, I don't 'spect people to get it. :P Good news, Nic, you beat out Jensen, Alec, and Simmons from RVB. Nyah.

		I will marry Nickle_dime17.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Jensen’s Closet in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have screw ‘em, 0 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Blue Puma.
		I will spend my days as a closet author of badly written, smutty fanfiction, and live happily ever after.

Big surprise, I'm weirder than my sister, lady_cleo2001. *who knew?!* Not so surprising, I'm also weirder than 80% of LJ. Dammit. And who knew?! I'm 55% male! Maybe that's why I don't like babies!  Although, there's a ton of very verbose fanfiction on here, so I'm thinkin' it might have skewed the results a bit.  

The Blogalyser reveals...

Your blog/web page text has an overall readability index of 13.

This suggests that your writing style is conventional
(to communicate well you should aim for a figure between 10 and 20).Your blog has 311 sentences per entry, which suggests your general message is distinguished by verbosity
(writing for the web should be concise).

CHARACTER MATRIX

male		female
self		world
past		future

Your text shows characteristics which are 55% male and 45% female
(for more information see the Gender Genie).
Looking at pronoun indicators, you write mainly about yourself, then the world in general and finally your social circle. Also, your writing focuses primarily on the present, next the past and lastly the future.

Find out what your blogging style is like!

So, seamagik, your LiveJournal reveals...

You are... 0% unique and 22% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy icons). When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.

Your overall weirdness is: 40

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 80% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

 So, it's done. Drove up to Nashville and officially sold my soul to the Air Force today. I got delayed in as a Sergeant which really doesn't mean much, because D.E.P.s aren't actually yet in the military. And I won't actually get my officer rank until I graduate from Officer Training School... but at least I'm sworn in. And I gotta say I love my new recruiter. He's done more for me in the past two weeks then that other guy did in five months...

Highlight of my day; being almost naked with four other girls. Why do we need to be almost naked for them to weigh us? I mean... I get it and all... but the awkward factor is a plus 1,000. 

In other news;

My sister is visiting from AZ and she's not allowed to anymore 'cuz I always spend ridiculous amounts of money when she's here... I added 3 new kung fu movies to my collection (my weakness) and another diet book 'cuz part of the awkward factor was the fact that I'd gained five pounds since my last weight entry and I'm pretty sure it's all in my ass... Stupid ass. Oh, and the health industry officially sucks. Every work out book in the world (not including Yoga which is so horribly boring and painful, I'd rather run, and I think some of you know how I feel about running) is like YEAAH! Get ripped! All you have to do is go buy this expensive weight machine! Woohoo. Let's not and say we didn't, although we didn't have to say anything anyway 'cuz my ass is doing all the talking for me. 

And Barnes and Nobles officially depresses me. Why can I spend copious amounts of time of fanfiction and yet be unable to come up with original characters and situations of my own? Random side path; Good news being that I managed to avoid buying yet another leather bound journal (another weakness. I'm just ripe with 'em.) Oh, Oh, Oh! And I officially hate Castaway (*blatant lie*). I used to love it, but I'm sick of the 1-5% of people telling me what should happen, and what annoys them, or what doesn't make sense, and so on.  First off, it's fanfiction. Secondly, I like my characters human with flaws and the 'Alec can do no wrong' is not at all how I was trying to make the last chapter come across, I was trying to illuminate the foibles of human nature and ingrained patterns, so stop calling my Maxie-poo a bitch. (*grumbles*) I know, I know, most people are content to roll with whatever I throw at 'em, but that minority is really starting to crawl under my skin. 

And now for something completely different; 

I wrote something ridiculously smutty for Week of the Cat. I lurve it. Okay, gonna go watch my Kung Fu, now. Bring on the vibrant red corn-syrup and limb removal! Next Castaway update out by the 16th. Week of the Cat out by next week. The supah sekrit challenge fic I'm working on with Nic... Well... you'll just have to wait and see.

Dang. Could this post have been any more all over the place? 

Sorry, I usually ignore these little LJ prompts, but who can deny the call of the Ultimate Question? Pirates or ninjas, you say?

Ninjas. Obviously. And I'll so go kung fu on anyone who says otherwise.

God damn! I miss Arizona. Only thing you had to worry about there was drought and the occasional flash flooding. *Catie twiddles her thumbs, waiting for yet another tornado warning to blow over* Ah well, at least I can't hear the siren, which means the storm must be only headed in this direction and not here yet... *mouth quibbles* If only I had a bike... If movies from my childhood taught me anything, it was that you could survive a tornado while riding a bike...

Doo doo doo... Almost done with Yawn part II and a prequel to Quarantine. Woohoo!

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...

Steph, can I move in with you? I promise not to throw any more pans at you. *smiles winningly*

Sorry, ladies, get ready for a F-list Fic Spam over the next couple of days as I move 'From A to M and Beyond' over from FF.Net in prep. for  a Gum Boot Mafia post.

Edit... 04/23/08... Orrr... you know... In the next couple of weeks. Y'all know how lazy I am.

OMG Caaaaat! I must share with you in fangirlish glee! couldnt wait til tonight on msn because i'm a dork and i d ont have msn at work SOOOO.. tokio hotel is going to be on the conan o brian show on may 9th! Squee with me in joy!!

and then smack me because we're supposed to be ashamed of our t.h.lovins.

it's kinda sad but every time i watch their music videos I start to miss my lip ring.... Smack me for that too while you're at it

So much for my legs not hurting. My hips have always been scurvy scalliwags, and they led a minor mutiny only a short while ago. My shins were only too happy to join in with a resounding Viva la Revolucion and I had to dunk them in a hot bath before they rolled out the guillotine. Then I fed myself some Keebler FudgeSticks and the world was once again made of win! Woo! Cookies solve everything. My legs don't even hurt anymore... admittedly, that could have more to do with the bath... but I'm just gonna go ahead and say it was the cookies...

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No... wait... It was 'cuz Nic dedicated chapter 3 of my second favorite fic to me... SQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

ahem.

Legs be damned, it's time for a happy dance! 

Generally directed at Steph, Cat, and Lara, because I've always forced my fitness issues upon you lot. 

Soooo... I started (restarted, whatever, who's counting) interval training today. Y'know. Walk/run/walk/run to build up endurance. All the training I did earlier in the year must have worked somewhat because my butt (bastard, I loathe thee) doesn't hurt at all. And even though close to the end of the three miles I was about as red as a middle-aged man's Ferrari and would be unable to call anyone because I would be summarily hung up on amidst shouts of PERVERT! it really wasn't that bad. You want a good interval trainer, get Podrunner off of ITunes or Zune. It was great, music kept me moving, and the timing switches are already factored in so you don't have to curse at your IPod while figuring out how to put a timer upon each track... Erm. Yeah, back to the running. 12 hours laters and my legs are still happy and perky. Or... y'know. As happy and perky as legs can be. Let's just forget that and move on. 

Does someone want to explain to me why the hell my arms feel like they're going to fall off and my neck is stuck at an angle to reduce the ache that happens when I hold it upright? The only thing I can think of is that I froze my upper torso while I was running. But I was swingin' my arms... How the hell are you supposed... I just... Gah. *garbledygook*... Really, it's probably just that I'm a lazy slug and somehow, someway my body is going to find a way to punish me for exercising. Like, YEEEAAAAH! TAKE THIS, BITCH! That's what you get for running when you could be sleeping in/writing fanfiction/staring mindlessly at a wall! Hoo-AHH! (my body is a bit obnoxious, is true)

Right... sooooo... Interested in getting into running, check out the Podrunner Podcast on ITunes or Zune Marketplace... aaaaaaaand... Well, that's mostly it. The only other thing I've really got to say is the next time some cheeky, size 0 bastard tells me that running is 'fun'... well, no one can blame me for having them summarily shot. They deserved it.  

Soooooo... this is totally random... but I was watching the Disney version of The Three Musketeers... aaaaaand....... Disney turned d'Artaganan into a Gary Stu! No, seriously! He's the impoverished, noble, virtuous pretty boy who's absolutely amazing with a sword and the girls lurv him and... Dude. Gary Stu. Totally. I mean, at least the other guys were drunkards/had poor taste in women/were generally assholes... but if it was fanfiction, d'Artaganan is everything that makes me want to vomit. And Dumas wasn't much better. He wrote him as a guy that all the ladies are in love with, and everybody marvels at his courage, blah, blah, blah... but at least in the novel d'Artaganan gets the shit kicked out of him once or twice. Hee... Shame on you, Disney. And you too, Dumas. Shame, I say.

I'm gonna go watch Count of Monte Cristo. That's a Dumas character I can sink my teeth into. I loves me some vindictive bastards.

...although he might be kinda Gary Stu too... Damn!

Well, my desktop computer gave up the ghost last night...

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Sayonara latest chapter of Castaway! Sayonara half my videos and all of my digiart! Sayonara countless hours of my frickin' life!

~whimpers~

The only thing truly stopping me from curling into a ball and declaring myself emotionally traumatized is the fact that I have my laptop and if nothing else, I still have access to the internet.

Waaaait. No, I think I'll curl into a ball anyway. :'(

Bored bored bored. Still haven't started reading my book, saving it for work tomorrow. ~Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh~