this is an adventure

Sat, 24 Sep 2011 20:45:02 GMT

Ah, grad school.

I feel like I'm going to be in school forever. This isn't really helped by the fact that I have class only once a month and spend most my time lounging around my apartment. Doesn't exactly instill a feeling of adult maturity in a person. But atleast I'm meeting my advisor next week, so hopefully he'll say I only have a year left. It'd be nice to get out into the workforce and start my career.

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 00:16:46 GMT

I'm finally back in my nice empty apartment. I feel like I've been at home for ages; much as I love my mom and Kelly there's only so much I can handle, and two weeks at home is definitely past my limit. I haven't done much lately. I went to Cool Springs Sunday and bought a PlayStation 2 and God of War. The PS2 I originally bought was broken so I exchanged it for a new one (a slimline version which is freakishly skinny and makes me think I'm going to break it everytime I touch it). So I've been enertaining myself the past few days mercilessly killing armies of the undead. Unfortunately I didn't get a memory card so I can't save my progress but whatever. I quit my job yesterday because my family decided it was too much hassle to drive me back and forth from the mall for just 50 bucks a week, which bites because yeah the job sucked but it was more than I was making bumming around all day. Hopefuly, however, I'll get the job at Hollywood Video I interviewed for.

Yeah. I dunno. Things have settled down and aren't all dramatic now, though Josh still calls me 92 times a day (I'm half-listening to him right now actually). I'm just like why can't the guys I like call me all the time? Why? It's always got tt be the ones I'm just eh about. Ah well.

Istarted uploading the pictures on my laptop to my LJ scrapbook and the first ones up where the ones I got from Ebony of freshman year. So have fun saving them for Facebook or whatever. (I'm talking to you Ebony...)

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So anywho. Off to clean or do something similarly productive now.

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 04:42:45 GMT

I've decided to be responsible for once and start planning everything for next year. I want to study abroad before graduation, so I'm thinking next summer is the best bet. I just found out that you have a better chance of acceptance into the J.E.T. Programme if you've had Japanese lanaguage classes and have been there before, so I think I'm going to take classes before graduation (maybe spring semster of this upcoming year, I dunno), and try to do the Japan summer program sometime. I guess it'd have to be this year, since i'm supposed to be graduating the year after that. Which means unless I can find another program at a difernet time, I can't do a program in Russia like I wanted to...

I wonder if you can do study abroad programs the summer right after your senior year? I bet not. I'd like to find some sort of program to do over Christmas break this year because I'm tired of being stuck here in the Boro, so we'll see. There's too many programs I'd like to do- an internship in Dublin, a semester abroad in Germany, courses in Russia and Japan, a semseter at sea program, maybe graduate studies in the U.K......The list goes on and on, and I am totally incapable of deciding which one to do.

Overseas travel should be easier. And free.

That would great.

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 20:35:29 GMT

I'd like to go back in time and find whoever invented hip-hop and shoot them in the face.

Argh.

I am so tired of having to listen to shitty bass beats from downstairs every freaking day I'm in my room.

The people below me are exceedingly gay.

I've done 98 out of 148 things

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 17:19:50 GMT

Level 1
(1) smoked a cigarette
(2) smoked a cigar..
(3) done drugs
() kissed with a member of the same sex
() crashed INTO a friend's car

Level 2
(4)been in love
(5) been dumped
(6) shoplifted
() been fired
(7) been in a fist fight

Level 3
(8) snuck out of a parent's house
(9) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
() been arrested
() made out with a stranger
() gone on a blind date

Level 4
(10) lied to a friend
(11) had a crush on a teacher
(12) skipped school
() slept with a co-worker
() seen someone die

Level 5
(13) had/have a crush on one of your MYSPACE friends
() been to Canada
() been to Mexico
(14) been on a plane
() thrown up from drinking

Level 6
(15) eaten Sushi
() been snowboarding
(16) met someone BECAUSE of myspace
(17)been moshing

Level 7
( ) been in an abusive relationship
(18) taken pain killers
(19) love someone right now
(20) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
(21) made a snow angel

Level 8
(22) had a tea party
(23) flown a kite
(24) built a sand castle
(25) gone puddle jumping
(26) played dress up

Level 9
(27) been lonely
(28) fallen asleep at work/school

Level 10
() used a fake ID
(29) watched the sun set
(30) felt an earthquake
(31) touched a snake

Level 11
(32) been tickled
(33) been robbed/vandalized
() robbed someone
(34) been misunderstood
() pet a reindeer

Level 12
(35) won a contest
(36) been suspended from school
(37) had detention
() been in a car/motorcycle accident

Level 13
(38) had braces
(39) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(40) had deja vu
(41)danced in the moonlight!

Level 14
(42) hated the way you look
() witnessed a crime
() pole danced
(43) questioned your heart
() been obsessed with post-it notes

Level 15
(44) squished barefoot through the mud
(45) been lost
(46) been to the opposite side of the country
(47) swam in the ocean
(48) felt like dying

Level 16
(49) cried yourself to sleep
(50) played cops and robbers
(51) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers
(52) sang karaoke
(53) paid for a meal with only coins

Level 17
(54) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(55) made prank phone calls
(56) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
(57) caught a snowflake on your tongue
() kissed in the rain

Level 18
(58) written a letter to Santa Claus
() been kissed under a mistletoe
(59) watched the sun set with someone you care about
(60) blown bubbles
()made a bonfire on the beach

Level 19
() crashed a party
() have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people
(61) gone rollerskating/blading
(62) had a wish come true
() humped a monkey

Level 20
(63) worn pearls....
(64) jumped off a bridge
() screamed "penis" in class..
(65) ate dog food.........
() told a complete stranger you loved them

Level 21
(66) sang in the shower
(67) have/had a little black dress
() had sex at the lake
() had sex in a park
() had sex in a car
() had sex in your parents room
(68) glued your hand to something

Level 22
() got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer
() kissed a fish
(69) worn the opposite sexes clothes
() been a cheerleader
(70) Sat on a roof top!!

Level 23
( ) had sex at a church
(71) screamed at the top of your lungs
(72) done a one-handed cartwheel
() talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
(73) stayed up all night

Level 24
() didnt take a shower for a week
() pick and ate an apple right off the tree
(74) climbed a tree
(75) had/been in a tree house
(76) are scared to watch scary movies alone

Level 25
(77) believe in ghosts
( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes
(78) worn a really ugly outfit to school
() gone streaking
(79) played ding-dong-ditch

Level 26
(80) played chicken
(81) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
() been told you're hot by a complete stranger
() broken a bone
(82) been easily amused

Level 27
(83)caught a fish then ate it
() made porn
(84) caught a butterfly
(85) laughed so hard you cried
(86) cried so hard you laughed

Level 28
(87) mooned/flashed someone
(88) had someone moon/flash you
() cheated on a test
(89) forgotten someone's name
(90) slept naked
(91) french braided someones hair.
() gone skinny dippin in a pool
() been kicked out of your house

Level 30
(92) Rode a roller coaster
() went scuba-diving
(93) had a cavity
(94) Black-mailed someone
(95) been black mailed

Level 31
(96) Been used
(97) fell going up the stairs
() licked a cat
(98) bitten someone

Re-Post With I've Done 98 Out Of 148 things.

Haha. Surveys always make my life look more exciting.

Wed, 24 May 2006 06:29:16 GMT

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Sun, 21 May 2006 07:34:21 GMT

Man. I have never listened to this entire song. That's pretty crazy.

Well. I have yet to find a job. I think this means either I should look more, or baby Jesus just really hates me and likes to watch me sink slowly into poverty and giggle. I think it's the latter. Went to the DMV Friday and waited for about an hour and a half just to be told 'You can't see! Yay for you!'. So now I have to convince Dr. Kehler to fill out a paper to override the eye exam so I can get my permit, which he won't do probably because I haven't proved I'm safe to drive, but I can't do that til I take the low vision course, which I can't do until I get a permit, which I can't get because I'm blind like whoa.

How's that for a catch-22? Yossarian would laugh. Or something. Either way, I want my permit dammit. Meh. Damn beauracratical paperwork.

I get to go see the wonders of real live jousting next weekend with Brandon, which should be exciting because 1) guys hitting other guys with sticks while riding horsies(!) and 2)see number one. I have a new corset, which brings the count up to four, which means I think I might have an addiction. However, this is okay, because they're pretty and pretty makes me happy.

Um. That is all. I need sleep now.

Fri, 19 May 2006 04:36:26 GMT

Argh.

I am such an idiot when it comes to breaking up. You'd think I know to not mention to my ex how I'm still kinda bitter about things, but no.....Mention it I do and then I just get ignored. Yay. Way for me to mess up the whole trying to be friends process.

Damn my awful case of foot-in-mouth disease.

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 02:09:17 GMT

So, I'm just sitting at home, jamming to some Rammstein (that's such a disturbing sentence), when my phone rings. It was Aaron, who was driving home and wanted someone to talk to so he called me. Completely out of the blue-- we haven't talked on the phone in ages--but whatever; I was happy. That phone call made my night, sad as that is, since I used to have the most ginormous crush ever on Aaron (and probably still do, now that I think about it). So, yeah... I'm apparently the go-to girl for guys when they're bored and need someone to talk to. I can't figure out if this is a good thing or a bad thing... Any guys out there want to enlighten me?

And I discovered the greatest website ever today-- www.dubyaspeak.com. To convince everyone of the greatness of this site here's a quote:

I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep on the soil of a friend.
-- Dubya's way of saying he's looking forward to a visit to Denmark, White House, Jun. 29, 2005

Yeah. Bush is a complete moron when it comes to the whole leadership thing, but atleast his stupidity and general lack of speech skills amuse me.

a letter to god

Thu, 04 Aug 2005 05:51:50 GMT

When my father shot himself, the news team outside muted their cameras.

Why do I have to type that sentence? I never asked for any of this; not the shaking as I type, the tears I'm about to shed, the horrible empty feeling I have in the pit my stomach that tells me I will NEVER see my father, hear his voice, even touch him ever again.

I want my daddy back.

That's all I ask; just let me wake up tomorrow and none of the last nine years have happened.

This is why I don't believe in you anymore; this is why I refuse to go to church, why I cannot believe the stories abot your love and your grace. You were supposed to protect your flock-- I prayed, I went to church, I believed-- and you fucked me over June 6, 1996. You took away my father-- my best friend, the man who taught me Russian, how to play chess, watched the Simpsons with me-- and then, after that, I had to accept the fact that my father would burn in hell for all eternity-- not because he murdered, or raped, or stole-- but becuase he simply believed in something besides you.

Do you know how I cried that day? I couldn't breathe becuase of my tears; I sobbed for hours, while my mother and stepfather tried to lie to me again and tell me, in the end, this was part of your plan, and I would be happy one day.

What about my plan? It never included this.

I have no father anymore.

My belief in you died the second my father pulled that trigger, the second those newsanchors outside my childhood home signaled their cameramen to mute the sound.

Thu, 04 Aug 2005 03:32:10 GMT

I just had a 35 year old guy I've never met try to friend me on Myspace.

Um....

What. The. Fuck.

That's odd.

arrrggghhh!11!

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 01:49:29 GMT

I DO NOT understand guys.

I just got off AIM with Josh; he found 2 tickets to Green Day for 50 bucks, and said I could go with him. So I said cool, I'll pay you back the day of the concert since I'll have my paycheck then. He's like okay, cool, and I'm all excited (I love Green Day; they're the first band I EVER got into at the age of 7), when he IM's me with, 'oh sorry, I just gave the other ticket to Ryan'. He apologized about it and I know it wasn't a set thing, us going together, but it still hurts. He knew I wanted to go; we've been discussing it for over a week, and I know he wouldn't care too much about waiting for me to pay him back; he did so with Hannah at Weezer (and possibly Ryan).

So.... I'm kinda mad, and he's definitely lost a few brownie points with me. I really want to go, though, so I guess I'll see if I can find a ticket cheap on Ebay or something. Probably won't since it's in two weeks, but maybe.

Arrgh.

GUYS ARE STUPID.

Sun, 31 Jul 2005 07:23:02 GMT

So, I was feeling creative, and out of my creativity came this picture. I'm posting it now befre I look back at it and hate it. Quick drawing of Bill Weasley; pencil, colored pencil, scanned and resized. Done without reference, so excuse the numerous proportional errors.

I'm already beginning to hate it. Arrgh.

Wherein i post a craptastic picture

Thu, 28 Jul 2005 05:49:23 GMT

This is so totally inspired by iharthdarth. Yup. Beacuse I'm cool like that.

The day the Death Eaters finally realized their lives as evil minions were meaningless was the day Voldemort replaced the standard mug of children's blood with a nice cup of sugary tea.

Sun, 24 Jul 2005 20:14:33 GMT

I just stumbled across mtsukids and spent a good 30 minutes laughing at all the complaining about Corlew and Cummings. I'm beginning to be slightly glad I didn't live in those dorms; it was bad enough the one time a kid pulled the fire alarm at 4am. Especially since I was in a guys room after curfew-- that wasn't much fun. But yeah, those stories are flipping hilarious. I wish I remembered Brad and Matt's room number in Cummings; I think they were the guys who were always practicing the drums and stuff in the middle of the night.

Man, I miss ol' MTSU. I hate the school, but man do I love the people.

Yeah. That is all.

ETA: LJ tags confuse the shit out of me. Damn codes.

I am such a Ioan!fangirl right now...

Wed, 20 Jul 2005 09:54:34 GMT

Right. Whoever said reading isn't sexy obviously hasn't seen this picture. I mean, c'mon-- the man's teh sex, and the book just makes it all better. The people who design those 'Reading is Fun' posters should totally use this picture as the base and make me a happy girl. Though, of course, this reduces me to spastic flailing and othersuch not-so-intelligent actions, so it probably wouldn't be very conducive to reading.

IOAN. READING. ARRGH. MY BOOKLOVIN' BRAIN HAS EXPLODED.

Yeah, I'm going to sleep now.

I wrote King Arthur fanfic...

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 08:59:19 GMT

A rather strange story written for the freeversefic challenge. I think it's rather half-baked; I had major problems getting across the ideas I wanted to illustrate. And it's my first King Arthur story, so I'm still struggling on the characterization and dialogue. But, anyway, I'll let everyone decide whether it's flameworthy...

Title: Talisman
Pairing: Implied Arthur/Lancelot/Guinevere
Rating: G
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Obviously. Based off the 2004 movie. Feedback is greatly appreciated, so feel free to bash me on my (likely) misinterpretation of this verse.
Summary: They will believe what they believe, and so shall he, and one day they will fight side by side for the chance to one day truly understand each other.

i. The bite on my cheek is no tattoo either

Lancelot dreams of running free, alone and carefree without blood on his hands, back to his home on the steppes. He dreams of a land that stretches endless to the sky, empty and cold and ready to be filled with the ghosts of his past. Arthur tells him of Rome, beautiful and glittering, slowly rotting from the inside, and Lancelot cannot see what he sees in such a place.

“I dream of my home before battle.” He tells Arthur late at night, tongue loosened by poorly-fermented wine and the stench of death all around them. “If I die, I want to die with that in my mind, not this rotten excuse for a land. I want to be free to roam and wander where my horse goes, not be chained by one man’s command in a far away country….” He drifts off, staring into the bottom of the wineskin, not knowing how to make Arthur understand.

Across from him Arthur shifts, the cot under them creaking slightly. “Someday we will be free.” He says softly, green eyes glinting in the light of the fire. Unconsciously Lancelot reaches for the talisman his sister gave him a decade before, rubbing his fingers across the worn charm. Arthur stills his hand with his own, plucking the rabbit’s foot from his hand. “And you will not need this anymore.”

Lancelot wants to believe him, but finds he cannot, though he spends hours contemplating Arthur‘s words. He settles for hiding the charm in his tunic, out of Arthur‘s sight, and ceases speaking of it to him, instead throws Arthur‘s talk of God back at him. It is not just a charm anymore; it is his way across the vast mass of nothingness that separates him from the steppes and his freedom, his beacon through the darkness of the long journey back to his home.

ii. It’s where the tickle-feather took root

Guinevere dreams of a day when there will be nothing but the land and her people. In her dreams there is silence save for the whisper of the wind in the trees, the caress of the land on her feet as she pads through the cloak of night. She dreams in shades of blue and gray, the woad of her waking hours staining even her sleep.

“Barbaric practice.” Lancelot sneers at her one day, seated across from her in front of her wagon, chewing a piece of dried meat. His eyes glint like a wild animal, reminding her of a cornered fox she caught as a child. She traces her fingers across the tattoo on her arm, swirls of blue across her skin marking her as one of the forest-dwellers, always silent and listening to the voice of her people deep in the heart of the land.

The moonlight is cold against her skin, and she moves closer to the fire to warm herself, baring her teeth in something akin to a grin. “Perhaps. But I at least don’t need a hare’s foot to remind me of what will one day be my destiny.”

Lancelot gives her a wolfish grin, leaving his eyes cold and hard in the dim light. “We all need something to remind ourselves of that.”

Guinevere looks away into the darkness outside their camp and ignores the understanding in his voice. He knows nothing of freedom, slave he is to another’s dogma. He will never truly understand the protection the feel of the woad gives her, anchoring her to her home. Without that she is merely human, unable to protect what is rightfully hers. She will paint herself and fight for her country, her land, her freedom, and none shall tame her.

iii. So don’t make small potatoes of it

Arthur dreams of a day when everything shall be the way it was meant to be. War will cease to exist and his men will scatter to the winds, back to where their homes lie, and he shall follow, the call of Rome and God strong. He dreams of a time when no one will have to rely on luck and charms to change their destiny, when God will be a fact rather than a belief, and he will be clean and purged of his sins.

“All people, regardless of race or religion deserve to be equal.” He tells Lancelot and Guinevere, seated between them on the edge of camp. Behind them his men sing of home and battles won and lost, and Arthur wants nothing more than for them to be free to do as they please. He reaches out a hand to each, tethering them and supporting them, one hand on Lancelot’s knee and the other’s on Guinevere’s.

“So long as they bow before the empire that is Rome.” Lancelot says bitterly, tired and sick of fighting.

“And distance themselves from everything but the taste of greed.” Guinevere continues, staring out towards Hadrian’s Wall with an unreadable expression.

Arthur sits straight between them, the tie that binds the three of them, the only person Lancelot and Guinevere will ever love selflessly and without thought. “Some day we will be nothing more than people.” He sighs, and draws them closer to him. “And there will be no more charms or superstitions, for we will make our own destiny and shape our own freedom.”

“And for now?” Lancelot asks, unconsciously reaching for the rabbit’s foot beneath his clothing. Guinevere digs her toes into the soil before her, nods, feels the itch of woad dry on her skin

Arthur smiles. “For now-- we have our promise of freedom.”

And he does not understand Lancelot’s need for the feel of his sister’s charm, nor Guinevere’s habit of adorning herself with woad, but he does not need to. They will believe what they believe, and so shall he, and one day they will fight side by side for the chance to one day truly understand each other. They are his talisman, and for that he does not begrudge them theirs.
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Wed, 06 Jul 2005 03:30:14 GMT

Wherein I post a HP fic. Because I was bored.

Hermione/Percy; 1441 words; g. there be oocness; be warned.

“Sure you don’t wanna go, Hermione?” Ron asked. She paused in her writing to look up at him. He gave her an ingratiating grin. “Mum said she’ll let us check out the new park. It’s got all kinds of stuff, even you’ll love it.”

“I would, but I really do have a ton of work to do.” She nodded around her, at the books and scrolls of parchment littering the sofa. She’d brought her work to the Burrow, figuring if she was going to be gone from home for the World Quidditch Cup she might as well accomplish something. ‘… There’s the essay Flitwick set us and the Arithmancy book I have to read, and--”

“-- Alright, I get it.” Ron cut in, making a ‘stop’ gesture with his hands. “You don’t want to go with us, it’s okay…”

“Ron!” Mrs. Weasley said, bustling into the room. “Come along, dear, we’re ready to go. Hermione, dear, are you coming too?”

Hermione fought back the urge to roll her eyes. “No thanks, Mrs. Weasley, I’ve a ton of work to do.”

Mrs. Weasley clucked her tongue and turned to Ron. “She has the right idea; just like Percy, work before play. They‘ll make something of themselves, mark my words, unlike you and the twins…” Ron rolled his eyes at her and made a violent gesture at Hermione when she turned her back which Hermione sheepishly interpreted as ‘thanks a lot, now she’ll go on for hours’.

“Have fun.” She said and mouthed ‘sorry’ at Ron, who grunted and waved his hand at her in dismissal. Finally, she thought, turning back to her essay. Peace and quiet.

--

Her stomach growled, bringing her back to reality with a bump. She sighed and rolled up her parchment, placing it beside her. She stretched, wincing at the crick in her neck and stood up unsteadily, rubbing the feeling back into her legs.

In the kitchen she rummaged around in the cabinets, finally finding the bread and jam near the stove. She’d just sat down at the table and was about to bite into it when someone cleared their throat. She yelped and nearly jumped out of her seat, jerking around to see Percy Weasley standing at the kitchen entrance looking sheepish.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you-’ he began.

She shrugged. “I was just startled. Want to join me?” She waved a hand at the table, feeling a bit foolish for inviting him to sit in his own home. He smiled wanly and crossed the kitchen in a few quick steps, sliding into the seat across from her. He seemed a bit rigid, she noticed, and chalked it up to typical Percy behavior.

“Hungry? I can make really good jam sandwiches…” She offered.

“No thank you. I’m not hungry.”

Hermione shrugged and returned to her sandwich, watching him out of the corner of her eye. He definitely seemed rigid, she decided, as though he was holding himself still. Briefly she wondered what was wrong with him, before her mind drifted back to her Arithmancy essay.

There was a loud rumble from outside, causing her plate to rattle on the table. She looked up in surprise to see Percy give a strangled yelp and then look down at the table in embarrassment. Apparently it was about to storm and Percy had come downstairs --

--which meant he was scared of storms.
A second later lightning flashed and Hermione said, “It’s a mile away, give or take.”

“How do you know that?” Percy asked, avoiding her eyes.

“You count the seconds between the thunder and the next flash of lightning, and that tells you how close the storm is. My mum taught me it when I was little.” She gave him an encouraging smile.

“Oh. I would think it would be more complicated than that.” He didn’t jump nearly as bad at the next rumble of thunder and Hermione grinned, thinking if she kept him distracted long enough he might be alright. “I don’t think it is, really. I think parents came up with it to keep their children occupied so that they wouldn’t try to go dance in it.”

He looked at her with horror-struck eyes at that statement, hands gripping the table slightly. “People dance in it?”

She shrugged. “I did when I was little-- I was always in trouble for sneaking out during storms. Don’t any of your brothers or Ginny?”

“Fred and George did once, but Mother whipped them for it. She said it was much too dangerous for children to be playing in. None of us did after that. And I-- never had any desire to do so…”

Hermione couldn’t help but feel a strong urge to give Percy a hug as he hunched over the table, perfect hair in place and bony shoulders curved in as if to protect himself. “It’s really not dangerous. Lightning won’t strike you; it’ll ground itself in much taller things-- trees, buildings-- it’s really rare to get struck by it.”

“Mother always told us about people who’d been out in storms and been struck by lightning or crushed by falling trees as warning tales.”

Hermione stood up and walked around the table, tapping Percy on the shoulder. “And you believed her.”

He nodded slowly and avoided her gaze.

Hermione backed away and tugged his arm, giving him a grin when he looked up at her. “Right. Well, I am about to prove to you that it is possible to dance in the rain, have a good time, and survive.” He refused to budge. “You have to come with me to see it.” She continued, giving him a fierce tug on the arm.

Finally he unfolded himself from his seat, arm rigid and cold underneath her hand. She guided him from the kitchen and opened the front door, tightening her grip on him when he flinched backwards. “Now. We are going to go out on the porch. Just follow me.”

Outside he hung back, close to the door, but said nothing, staring out at the rain and wind with a terrified expression. “Good.” Hermione said, letting go of his arm. She turned back to give him a quick glare. “Don’t move, just watch.”

With that she stepped out into the yard and spun wildly, savoring the feel of rain on her face. It was nearly blinding, a torrential pour that soaked her clothes and plastered her hair to her face, but she grinned happily. She was ten again, dancing out in the street with Rob from down the street, giggling and screaming as they leapt and twirled and danced.

She stopped and turned to Percy, who was watching in fascination. “See? Nothing to it.” She squished her way back to the porch, water squelching in her shoes, and held out a hand. “C’mon. It’s your turn.”

He backed away with a apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but I think I’ll just stay here and watch…”

“Nope. You’re coming out here, so screw up that Gryffindor courage and come on.” She wriggled her fingers and leaned forward. “You’ll be fine. I promise on a stack of proper thickness cauldron bottoms.”

He edged forward slowly, finally wrapping a hand around hers. She gave him a comforting smile. They stopped right off the porch, just far enough out to let the rain hit them both while giving Percy an escape route should he panic.

“It’s not so bad.” He said, holding out a hand to catch a few raindrops.

“It’s not so bad he says.” Hermione said to the air before her. “Now that you haven’t been struck by lightning, it is customary for the persons out in a storm to dance.” She twirled in example.

He followed suit jerkily and she smiled at the image of proper Percy Weasley pirouetting in the rain. Ron would never believe this. Out in the yard she kicked off her shoes, enjoying the feel of mud under her feet and ran, slipping and sliding across the yard, stopping near the gate to the paddock. “C’mon!” she waved to Percy, who bolted, nearly flying across the yard.

Above them lightning flashed, glinting off his glasses and throwing dancing lights onto the ground before them. Hermione grinned at the beauty of it.

--

“Have fun?” Ron asked, sloping into the den with a half-eaten apple in one hand. Hermione shrugged and looked up, resting her chin on her palm.

She looked away, into the kitchen, where Percy was polishing his glasses at the table while talking to Mrs. Weasley. “Yes.” She said finally, looking at Ron with an unreadable expression on her face. “I did.”

Zak is a dead man walking, that's all I have to say.....

Sun, 03 Jul 2005 02:40:37 GMT

Right, so, I officialy hate Zak right now. Tonight is Nathan's birthday, and Zak and I were supposed to go to his party in Nashville. Okay, now for everyone to uderstand the hate I have for Zak right now, I first gotta explain the situation. I have the biggest crush on Nathan. I mean, I talk to the guy and get a warm fuzzy feeling that lasts for the rest of the day. I haven't seen him since the beginning of fucking May, and I've really missed hanging out with him. So tonight was gonna be kickass because I'd finally being seeing him after TWO MONTHS apart.

So here's where Zak's general asshatery shows up. Thursday he said he'd give me a ride since he was going too. So I'm, like, cool. I call him today, no answer. I call Nathan and he hasn't heard from him either. Call Zak again, no answer. Call him a few more times, without him ever answering. Finally I call Nathan, who tells me if Zak doesn't come only Caitlin will be there, since Zak is bringing me, Jordan and some other kids. So finally I get pissed and call Connie, who puts Zak on. He informs me, that, gee, he forgot. And he doesn't really think he's gonna go. Well, gee, fucker, THANKS FOR TELLING ME EARLY SO I COULD FIND A NEW RIDE, YOU LITTLE BITCH. Don't be too good of a friend, okay? You don't want to, y'know, hurt yourself or anything.

So. I have no ride, Nathan has one person at his party, and I am stuck at home when I could be partying with the guy I like, but no...

Yeah. I'd just like to say that Zak is a complete fucking cunt (which, as a girl, I say very rarely), and I am going to kick his overgrown bearded asss the next time I see him. Argh. This is a guy I call friend?! Why most I be tormented so?

Wed, 22 Jun 2005 06:20:37 GMT

So, I had this dream last night where I had class with Zak and Micheal, and we went to the JUB cafeteria one day and ran into Nathan. And he was all 'Brian told me you like me", and I was all 'OMGWTFNO!'. But he said it was cool and we ended up dating and moved to Lebanon (wtf?, it made sense til that point). The funniest part of the entire thing was when I called my mom and told her I was moving and she got into a screaming bitchfest with Nathan on the phone.

This dream has got to be up there with the one I had where Harry Potter lived in my neighborhood and we smoked together for it's sheer cracktastic-ness.

And, uh, in non-sleeping news I get to go party tomorrow. God, it'd been too long. Walgreens called the other day and I didn't get the job. So I took my peircing out FOR NOTHING, YOU BITCHES. And now it has grown back, so I hope you're happy, stupid overgrown conglomerate thingy.

I have an overwhelming desire to watch The Boondock Saints, but don't have it, so I'll just content myself with collecting BDS icons and laughing my ass off at Rocco's face in this one.

I'm going now before I start babbling about really random shit.

Trio-era Slytherin multimedia project?

Tue, 31 May 2005 14:38:46 GMT

I just discovered prankstersguide today, and while reading it, was struck by an idea. Everyone in fandom has at least heard in passing about shoebox_project and other similar projects. I'd like to know whether or not such a community exists for Trio-era Slytherin students, and if not, would anyone be interested in colloborating on such a project?

I think this would be an interesting project-- write the daily life of Slytherin house through seven years as Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, etc., mature. It would be in a closed community form-- fic and art would be posted by the mods which furthered the story.

Anyone interested? Or am I just babbling about something that's been done 1303 times before?

Mon, 30 May 2005 10:01:18 GMT

So, I was reading stories about ghosts earlier and it made me start wondering. Ghosts become ghosts because they have unfinished business, die in violent/strange ways, etc. This made me remember back after my dad died, my mom, sister, and I all saw him on the same night. He talked to all of us told us we'd be okay and disappeared. So I accept the fact that my father was, at one point, a ghost.

Now, this was probably just a one time sending to comfort us (though I have seen other spirits that could've been him), and he's in heaven or hell or whatever now. But, because he died in such a strange way, I wonder if he could still be stuck in our old house in San Antonio. Waiting for us to return or something...

It'd be really cool in a crazy way. I have an overwhelming desire to go back to San Antonio and ask the current occupants of the house if they've ever seen anything. And then, if they have, be like, "Dude! That's my dad!"

And, um, this is random. Sorry.

Sun, 22 May 2005 08:18:33 GMT

I get to suffer through working with my mom for five hours tomorrow so I can see Flogging Molly Tuesday. Go me! It better be one kickass show, considering all the bitching about how insane and weird I am I'll hear tomorrow.

And the Lancelot Project hath returneth. Heh. I am amused.

feeling like a 12-year-old

Fri, 13 May 2005 04:20:09 GMT

I miss everyone. Mostly, however, I miss Nathan. I haven't seen him in a week and a half and it's killing me.

Yeah, so. I like him. I admit it. I wish he'd call me. Right this second and say he misses me and we should hang out all summer and stuff. That would be very nice, and would really improve my mood.

I'm going to sleep now. Everybody have a good summer.

late night randomness

Fri, 22 Apr 2005 06:41:08 GMT

""OMGWTF" is not a spell."

Dude. I want this on a shirt like nobody's business. This list is fucking hilarious.

50 Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts