Hello there all, if anyone's reading this. FYI in case you didn't see the profile page, I'm more or less here for the communities and porn, and I tend to lurk. I'm a creeper like that. I do make lots of random posts, most of which rarely ever make sense. I do also have a livejournal, and there's two years worth of ramblings and even links to my small inventory of fanfiction. But most of the posts will be along the same lines (or even exactly the same) as my lj ones. Like I said, I'm mostly here for the porn fanfiction. Of the slashy variety . . . since I pick up subtext faster than a second language.
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Title: You Remind Me
Pairing: Zack/Roxas
Rating: hard R
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the computer this was typed on, and neither do I make any money off of writing.
Warnings: AU
Summary: Zack becomes obsessed with a young blond he sees who reminds him eerily of the companion he lost years ago.
Word Count: 1453
Beta: currently unbetaed
A/N: Written for the Kingdom Hearts kink meme, for the prompt ‘Zack/Roxas, AU where Cloud died instead of Zack.’
When he first saw him, Zack just knew the gods were playing with him.
It had been, what, almost nine years since Cloud had died right in his arms? Zack remembered screaming, the horrible sound tearing from his throat. He’d made his way to Traverse Town and back with the rest of them, seeking refuge from the surge of Heartless. He passed his time taking out Heartless, teasing and sparring with Yuffie, and flirting less than whole-heartedly with Aerith. He joked with Leon (or, at least it was the closest anyone came to actually joking with Leon, since it was mostly Zack saying stupid things just to get a snort out of him) too, but since they were the only ones actually running from something they maintained a sort of camaraderie.
That all changed when he saw the petite blond in a long black coat wandering the streets confidently, somehow beyond the periphery of everyone else in the town, with a lanky redhead in tow. Zack stopped dead in the street, jaw hanging open as he tried to process the sight.
He couldn’t have been much older than Cloud when they’d met; a little shorter maybe, a little thinner, but Zack could almost picture the muscles shifting under his skin and coat as he moved that coat was so tight. His hair, a little darker where Cloud’s had been ice blond, framed his face and spiked up just like Cloud’s, but it was the eyes that caught him. They were clear, bright blue, not sad and dying like the ones that haunted him. The blond and the red-head meandered down an alley, and Zack snapped out of his trance to jog after them, pushing people aside as he went. But when he reached the alley he was sure they went down, they were nowhere to be found. Zack asked some of the townspeople, but none of them recalled seeing a boy with his description in the district.
Zack deflated miserably, and went back to combing the streets for Heartless.
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He saw him again a week later on his rounds through the canyon, alone this time. Zack watched from afar as the young blond expertly dispatched Heartless after Heartless, executing maneuvers with a cold precision that reminded Zack of Sephiroth. The kid was a natural.
Making a split-second decision – impulsive puppy, he heard Angeal’s voice scold him – Zack leapt from his position and landed in the midst of the Heartless, not far from the young blond. Whipping the Buster sword from its holster across his back Zack began taking out the Heartless in his path, making his way towards the blond. With a quick maneuver once he was within the blonde’s battle area, they fought back to back taking down Shadows. The blond seemed to accept his presence in his personal space, and Zack quickly deduced that the kid had fought with a partner before; his timing was perfect, and he seemed to have no problem fighting alongside Zack.
“You know,” Zack threw over his shoulder, smirking, “you’re pretty good.”
As if to prove his statement the blond snorted and cut down the row of Heartless surrounding him. “Why are you here?”
“To help you,” Zack answered, one of his trademark grins floating over his face.
“I don’t need your assistance.”
“Maybe not,” Zack conceded. “But I could use a sparring partner, and you look like you’d give me a run for my money.”
“I have missions to accomplish, why should I waste my time sparring with you?”
Zack shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t call it a waste of time, I am SOLDIER first class. I could probably teach you a thing or two. What’s your name?”
“Roxas,” the blond grumbled.
“Well Roxas, I take it upon myself to be your mentor!” Zack grinned triumphantly, slicing through another group of Heartless. “I’ll teach you everything I know!”
“I don’t need or want a mentor,” Roxas snapped. “And you’re annoying me. I should kill you and take your heart as it is.”
“Aw, please?”
“Why?”
Zack looked away, throwing all of his concentration back into fighting. “You remind me of someone,” he answered. Two seconds later Zack’s eyes widened as he felt a hand grab the collar of his sweater roughly, and he was tugged through a portal of darkness. The blond dragged him through and shoved him out; Zack stumbled slightly on a cobblestone in the new area, but the blond caught him, grabbing the front of his uniform and pushing him back against the wall.
“I’ve heard that before,” the blond hissed, eyes flashing as he held Zack firmly against the wall. “Other people, other worlds.”
“If you have, it’s not the person I’m thinking of. I’m the only one who remembers him.”
The blond let him go, his hostile expression fading into one of . . . vague curiosity. It’s a Cloud expression Zack recognizes, and before he can even finish his own thought (Oh fuck it) he’s captured the blonde’s lips and maneuvered him back against the wall. He caught the blonde’s wrists as they flew on a collision course for his face and pinned them, too.
Roxas grunted and struggled against him, eyes wide and staring confusedly. Finally he broke the kiss, tearing away from Zack’s mouth to glare at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.
“Well, some cultures call that a kiss,” Zack quipped.
“And did you do that to this other person -”
“Cloud. And yes.”
“You only want me because I can make you feel like you’re with him.”
Zack flustered at this; he hated being called out on something like this, it was embarrassing. He was still cataloguing the feel of Roxas’ body pressed intimately against his, the softness of his skin, the taste of his mouth (salty sweet), the way his lips parted as he gasped for breath –
Oh hell.
“And?” he whispered, tilting his hip just so and rubbing against a hardness underneath the blond’s coat. Roxas drew in a ragged breath and wrapped his legs around Zack’s waist.
“I’m not him,” Roxas hissed. “But you’re not going to stop until you fuck me, are you?”
Zack answered with a hard kiss, reaching between them to undo the blonde’s pants and shuck them down as far as he could with Roxas’ legs around his waist. When they were bunched up around his thighs Zack shifted his weight and the blond, and replaced his tongue with two fingers inside Roxas’ mouth. Zack rotated his hips, grinding into the blonde’s bare ass as he laved the older man’s fingers with his tongue.
“Mmm,” Zack hummed, and slipped his fingers from the blonde’s mouth. He reached down, sliding his saliva-soaked fingers down the crevice until he reached the boy’s puckered entrance, teasing the muscle and feeling Roxas writhe in his arms. Zack pushed one finger inside, then a second, and after some maneuvering managed to press against the bundle of nerves deep inside.
Roxas bucked against him and groaned, “Fucking get your fucking pants off, now.”
All coherent thought disintegrated in Zack’s brain. He wasn’t sure how or when he managed to get his pants at least partially removed, or if he prepped the kid enough.
Where the hell did the bed come from, anyway?
What he does remember is the hot slide into the blonde’s body, walls clenching around his shaft, the friction between their bodies as he thrusts in and out, and the accompanying throaty moans. Zack closed his eyes and imagined that it was Cloud’s flushed face and lust-clouded eyes beneath him, his legs thrown over Zack’s shoulders as the older man bent him further, pounding him into the mattress. Imagined that it was all those years ago, just him and Cloud at the inn in Nibelheim, and what would have been their first time together, had Zack not backed out.
Here and now, as far as Zack was concerned, he was fucking Cloud like he’d wanted to nine years ago.
Roxas tightens around him and convulses, riding out his orgasm with a low moan as Zack pounds his prostate repeatedly. Zack comes a minute later, howling as his decade of unfulfillment is finally satisfied; he collapses on top of Roxas, breathing hard, and closes his eyes.
**
The voices are muffled, like he’s hearing them through gelatin.
“Well, was it good?” Dry sarcasm, a hint of jealousy.
“I just wanted to see what it was like.” Calm, even. Roxas.
“To fuck a man with a heart?”
“To be something to another person, even if it was fake.” A pause. “Come on, let’s go.”
“What about him?”
Rustle of clothing, maybe a shrug. “The Dark City never killed anyone.”
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Title: Savior
Pairing: Sora/Riku
Rating: hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the computer this was typed on, and neither do I make any money off of writing.
Warnings: BDSM
Summary: This is what he wants, what he needs.
Word Count: 647
Beta: my Wife of Demonic Charm mongoosestarr
A/N: Written for the Kingdom Hearts kink meme, for the prompt ‘Sora/Riku, consensual BDSM.’ There may be a follow-up fic/prequel involved at some point.
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This is something he will only allow Sora to do.
He loves the sting of Sora’s palm slapping against his already sensitive flesh, the gentle caresses soothing over tender skin between strikes, the strain of his arms, trapped in handcuffs behind his back, the anticipation. Everything goes straight to his cock, which twitches insistently against Sora’s thigh and he can’t help but press against it just to achieve a little more friction. There are trickles of sweat creeping over his skin, and he feels himself shudder as Sora shifts beneath him. He moans before he can stop himself; the palm slaps the flushed skin a little harder this time in warning.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Sora says, his voice controlled and husky. “What number are we on?”
Riku swallows and his breath hitches as he thinks. “Eleven, Master.”
“Correct. Interrupt me again and we’ll start over.”
“Yes, Master.” Riku holds his breath, skin tingling, until Sora’s palm connects with his ass again and Riku’s back arches as he holds back a moan.
This is something only Sora can do, because Sora understands that it’s what Riku wants, and on some level, what he needs. He knows Sora loves him and would not use his vulnerability to take advantage of him, and because he needs to show Sora he trusts him implicitly with his mind, body, and soul. It’s an aspect of their relationship that Sora has grown to embrace, this role of dominance that years ago Riku would have coveted. No one else would have known that Sora had this in him, not that Riku intends to share his wealth.
Sora’s finger prods at his entrance, teasing and pressing inside against his prostate. He arches against Sora’s lap, his head snapping back in a breathless moan. Sora leans in and drags his tongue over the shell of Riku’s ear; Riku shudders when he hears Sora’s voice growling in it.
“Get into position.”
“Yes, Master.”
With a playful slap on his sensitive rear, Riku rose from his position on Sora’s lap and moved towards the center of the room where a solitary chain dangled, his aching cock dripping and bobbing with each step. Riku licked his lips as he heard Sora’s footsteps behind him. A black cloth obscures his vision as Sora ties the fabric behind his head and pushes his head down so he is bent nearly in half. Sora pulls his trapped arms up a little, just enough to be a bit painful as he clips the end of the chain to the handcuffs. Riku relaxes, and lets Sora reposition his legs so they’re farther apart. The pain in his shoulders spreads as his arms are pulled higher. Suddenly he feels Sora’s hands on his ass, his fingers pressing past the ring of muscle and stretching, and another second later they’re gone and Riku can hear the tantalizingly wet sounds the tube of lube produces. Then he feels Sora’s hands gripping his hips tightly and the head of Sora’s cock pressing against his entrance.
Riku cries out as Sora thrusts deeply, impaling himself in Riku’s body and pauses for good measure. Then Sora pulls out and thrusts again, finding a brutal rhythm as he fucks him. He lets go and gives Sora control, because there is a certain amount of relief in doing so, because it is always more than sex: he wants Sora to claim him, and Sora understands and enjoys it, too. Every time he cums he sees light, and Riku thinks this must be some sort of sign; it overwhelms the Darkness usually clouding his mind and chases it away, leaving only Sora’s breathy pants and curled fingers against his overly sensitized skin, and the warmth that spreads in his body when Sora cums inside him.
Sora is Light, and if he is Sora’s, the Darkness will have no hold on him.
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Title: It’s a Love Story
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Rating: hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the computer this was typed on, and neither do I make any money off of writing.
Warnings: Spoilers for a certain *ahem* Disney movie that will be released this year. Oh, and porn.
Summary: It’s all about the happy ending.
Word Count: 1,705.
Beta: my Wife of Demonic Charm mongoosestarr
A/N: Written for the Kingdom Hearts kink meme, for the prompt ‘Riku/Sora, marriage proposal and ensuing sex; romance/WAFF; multiple orgasms’
“Riku, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying to be romantic,” Sora teased.
“If you didn’t know better, I’d say you were delusional.” Riku smirked.
“Whatever you say,” Sora smiled knowingly, turning back to look out at the brilliant sunset of New Orleans. They’d been travelling together for years now, and had only recently discovered this world; they’d stumbled upon a chase involving a missing princess, a singing alligator, and a literal frog prince almost immediately. Following that adventure Princess Tiana made sure they would always be welcome in her city. Music from the jazz parlors lining the streets below often filtered into their apartment, filling Sora with a sense of calm and contentment. Here they could just sit out on their balcony and listen to the music, watching the sunsets and sunrises at their own leisure, with no Heartless or Nobodies to worry about. It had become their safe haven, though they rarely had the chance to visit.
Until Riku suddenly decided they were going to take a week off from helping rebuild the worlds and stay secluded in New Orleans, which was a little suspicious in Sora’s mind.
“Is it working?” Riku asked conspiratorially, whispering in his ear hesitantly.
Sora broke out into a full-on grin. “I won’t tell a soul,” he assured his boyfriend.
There was another pregnant silence, broken only by a trumpet’s faint bravado and the sound of Riku liking his lips and taking a breath. Sora glanced up at him, surprised that Riku looked nervous.
“Sora,” Riku said, clearing his throat.
“Yeah.”
“We’ve been together for . . . five years now, right?”
“Yeah. Look, if this is about that anniversary, I told you I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I’m just glad to be here with you.”
“No – that’s not – five years, right?”
Sora nodded. After they’d returned from defeating Xemnas, Riku had taken to encouraging Sora and Kairi to get together, like everyone had expected. Finally Sora had gotten fed up and launched himself at Riku, tackling him to the sand on the play island, and planted a kiss on his lips. He remembered pulling back and taking in Riku’s saucer-wide eyes, wondering if that was the best or worst thing he’d ever done.
‘So girls aren’t really your thing,’ Riku had said, sounding very uncertain of his own voice.
Sora smacked him in the arm. ‘Duh.’ Mirth had shone in Riku’s eyes when he pulled him close and sealed their lips again.
They took each other to their proms, but skipped out early to camp out on the play island and watch the stars, though they did spend some of the time making out of course. Once Sora finished school they left Destiny Islands, travelling to see the worlds and catch up with friends. Sora even introduced an understandably sheepish Riku to Santa Claus, who somehow managed to leave a present for them on their Gummi. Sora couldn’t help but giggle madly whenever he thought about opening that box to find a varied assortment of condoms and lube. Riku refused to return to Christmas Town after that.
“And . . . you’re not planning on breaking up with me, are you?” Riku asked, taking Sora out of his reverie.
“Not in the near future, no,” Sora chuckled. “Come on now, what’s this about?”
Riku cleared his throat again. “Ahem, uh, well.” Riku glanced at him nervously. “Will you marry me?”
“Are you serious?”
Riku made a little noise of defeat and humiliation.
Sora stared up at him, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Oh my god, you’re serious.”
Riku felt his heart, already barely maintaining a tremulous balance, drop into his lower stomach and shatter.
“Yes!” Sora exclaimed triumphantly, launching himself at Riku and knocking him out of the chair they were sharing.
“Wait, what?” Riku asked blankly after recovering from his fall.
“I said ‘yes,’ dummy!” Sora laughed, wrapping his arms around Riku and kissing him firmly.
An ecstatic sound burst from Riku’s throat and he deepened the kiss, arms wrapped firmly around Sora’s body.
Sora kissed him hungrily and moved so he was straddling Riku’s hips. He tore away from the kiss abruptly, his lips just a hairsbreadth from Riku’s as he breathed heavily and declared, as if it were divine revelation, “We should have sex.”
Riku snorted. “Not out here, we’re not.” He pushed Sora up so he was standing, and stood himself. Sora immediately hopped up and attached himself to Riku like a koala. With the man-koala in his arms Riku made for their bed, pushing gossamer curtains (which doubled as an anti-mosquito agent as well as part of the Romantic Atmosphere) aside as he entered their bedroom. Since Sora seemed unlikely to let go of him any time soon Riku climbed on the bed with Sora still attached before collapsing on top of him. Sora giggled a little, tightening his grip and shifting his hips up, which earned him a groan from his partner. This position pressed Riku’s erection right up against Sora’s ass, and Sora loved feeling his lover all around and inside him. Riku reached behind his neck to dislodge Sora’s clasped hands, which in turn grasped the coverlet to give him some sort of leverage.
Riku pulled back, forcing Sora’s legs to release him as well. He hovered over Sora’s legs and groin as he laved his tongue over his exposed belly button, meeting Sora’s gaze through his silver bangs. Sora felt a sudden surge of heat pooling in his groin as he watched Riku’s tongue dip into his belly button, and quivered at the sensation and the knowledge that Riku probably intended to play with him a little bit, to make him come multiple times before Riku would fuck him senseless.
Riku’s hands slipped under Sora’s shirt and slid slowly up his torso, dragging his tank top up until it bunched under his armpits while planting kisses along his abdomen. He continued his ministrations, leaving tell-tale red patches in his wake, while his hands traveled up again to thumb over Sora’s nipples, teasing the peaked flesh.
Sora gave a breathy gasp, arching under his exploring hands as Riku moved farther up, his thigh now pressing insistently against Sora’s throbbing groin. Then Riku’s tongue dragged over the raised flesh, teasing it with the tip before his lips enclosed around it and sucked. Sora jolted, moaning and threading his fingers into Riku’s hair to hold him in place. Sweat began to form on his skin as he arched underneath his lover, beading and dripping down his body slowly.
When Riku finally released him Sora gazed down at him breathlessly, his cock achingly hard and pressing firmly against Riku’s thigh. His lover sat back up and gazed down at him; Riku smirked at the sight of the erection tenting his boxers. He began pulling them off, and Sora groaned when his cock bobbed free of its confines, the head already dripping with precome.
Then Riku’s mouth descended around Sora’s cock, hot and wet and fuck, let’s not forget his tongue.
Riku had the most sinfully amazing tongue, Sora had thought on many occasions when his coherency wasn’t challenged by said tongue. It was always an afterthought, as would be expected when there’s a hot tongue swirling and stroking around your cock or when it’s teasing your entrance before thrusting inside. Or licking come off your stomach. Or –
The point is, Riku could do some amazing things with his tongue.
Riku was holding Sora’s hips tightly as he arched off the bed, taking Sora’s cock to the root and swallowing around the head. Sora gasped and jerked his hips, tugging on Riku’s hair as he felt himself reach the edge, the penultimate moment before achieving orgasm . . . and Riku did several things at once: a slick finger slipped inside him and pressed hard against his prostate; Riku’s thumb pressed against his perineum, producing a shocking jolt of pleasure which shot up his spine; and he sucked the head of Sora’s cock down his throat, letting his throat muscles contract and massage the head.
Sora felt his orgasm overtake him; blindsided by its intensity he cried out, his toes curling and coming down Riku’s throat. Riku continued to do those three things, and not a few seconds later Sora felt a second orgasm rip through him. Sora came screaming at the second one, collapsing to pant heavily against the sweat-soaked sheets. Riku climbed over him, leaning in to kiss Sora deeply with the taste of Sora’s come still on his tongue.
Sora rode him that night, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he moved over him, using the headboard to steady himself. Riku, leaned back against the headboard and their pillows, never stopped touching or kissing or saying over and over, “I love you” as if Sora hadn’t known all along.
* * * * * Epilogue * * * * *
They had their ceremony on the beach of the play island, where they’d first met seventeen years before, with Kairi acting as a ‘groomsmaid.’ Mickey, Donald and Goofy arrived as well, which made the interactions even more interesting once Tidus, Selphie, Wakka, and some of their other friends arrived. Sora and Riku both looked suitably handsome for the event, though it was decidedly more casual than most weddings. They wrote their own vows, and by the time they were done there was more than one teary eye in the audience.
After the ceremony they all came together to meet with the grooms and wish them good luck. Kairi put on some music as the sun set, and they made a bonfire out on the sand.
Sora had to admit that it wasn’t really much of a party, but it was with friends so it didn’t matter. But something flickered in his eyes and heart when the song changed, a warm feeling filling his chest. He didn’t know the song, in fact he was sure he’d never heard it before in his life, but he grasped Riku’s hand and smiled.
Even with his practice in Atlantica, Sora never figured he’d be one for country music, and in all his life Riku never thought of himself as one for dancing in the first place.
But in the end they danced all the same.
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Ok, ok. Back from Rome.
BUT MINUS MY PRECIOUS ANSEM, IPOD, CAMERA, PSP AND COUNTLESS OTHER OBJECTS THAT HAVE SINCE BEEN REPLACED.
THANK YOU ITALIAN TAXI DRIVERS.
I HOPE YOU GET WHAT'S COMING TO YOU.
On a brighter note, I have a new computer. His name is Virgil. I also have a new PSP and have restarted FFVII:CC. Which is so much fun XD
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I'M LEAVING FOR ROME, ITALY ON WEDNESDAY.
OMFG.
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| 2009-01-01 08:55 |
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Well, happy New Year, all! Hope yours was good.
WHY DO I NOT HAVE A BALTHIER ICON. MADNESS.
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DUDE. I HAVE A FRIEND.
Though, I think this is cheating . . . since we stalk each other, live in the same places at school, descend on each others' houses once in a while . . . lol.
CHRISTMAS IS HERE. BUT I'M MORE EXCITED FOR THE TRIP TO NYC FRIDAY.
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I hate feeling sick.
I have to pass in my Italian final tomorrow . . . then my dad is coming to take 99% of my shit home, Modern European City midterm 7-10. Then my English creative project and exam on Friday.
UGH.
Here's Vergil . . . sans kick-ass coat. Let me stare at his arms for a little longer . . .
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So . . . with the arrival of finals, I always manage to find something to distract me.
Freshman year, Fall: Kingdom Hearts
Freshman year, Spring: Death Note
Sophmore year, Fall: Doctor Who
Sophmore year, Spring: writing KH with Ana
and now, Junior year, Fall: Devil May Cry.
It's so fucking addictive and fun to play . . . Dante makes me lol, and I really want to watch someone play DMC 4. I've been watching the cutscenes and playing DMC 3, pimped out on Easy mode since Ana and Mac have played through multiple times, pimping Dante and now Vergil out. DMC 3 is being added to my list of games/things I want for my 21st birthday. And since I don't have/won't get/can't afford a PS3, I'll just have to settle for watching DMC4.
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I don't like being sick. It's terrible.
Other news
* I finally finished Kingdom Hearts 1.
* Re: Chain of Memories also released, and I want to kill the director for killing my sexy, hips-that-don't-lie Axel and replacing his speech patterns with James Rocket's.
*I also posted my first request on the LJ KH kink meme . . . Axel/Roxas, pirates, piercings, cabin boys, non-AU. AND SOMEONE CLAIMED IT IMMEDIATELY.
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| 2008-12-07 11:43 |
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Oh, and here is what I need to accomplish in the next two weeks:
Italian II comedy skit 12/11 at 6 PM
Piracy final (7-10 pages) due 12/17 at 12 PM
Italian II take-home exam due 12/18 by 11 AM
Modern European City exam 12/18 at 7 PM
History of the English Language creative project due 12/19 at 7 PM
History of the English Language exam 12/19 at 7 PM
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LOL TWILIGHT MOVIE.
BEST SHIT I'VE SEEN IN AGES.
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Since next Tuesday I go home for Thanksgiving break, I have need of another Plan of Attack. Though not really, since it's only one paper and a 15 minute presentation due Monday.
In completely unrelated news, McKey won America's Next Top Model. NO.
I voted for Analeigh. She would have kicked that runway's ass.
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| 2008-11-18 09:46 |
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And now . . .
IT SNOWS.
WHAT WILL THEY THINK UP NEXT?!
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It is 32 outside . . . but windchill makes it 24.
Wish me luck.
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| 2008-11-12 23:51 |
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WOW, my computer nearly had a virus scare today. One of the jounals I read was hacked and replaced with some Russian virus-laced links apparently, and stupid me clicked. Only a few minutes later did I read that the links were loaded with viruses. So I panicked. Practically my whole life in writing is on this computer. I copied everything I've ever written onto one of my little back-up drives asap. I found out Ansem (the computer) was ok after I shut him down and started him back up again . . . but still. Scary.
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| 2008-10-29 18:19 |
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So one of my biffles just got a puppy! He's a little basset hound named Oscar, and he's absolutely adorable!!!
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| 2008-10-26 15:26 |
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Wow, October's nearly over? Weird.
So my thyroid medication has been fucking over my body. First my hair started falling out a lot. Then when the medication was raised I started experiencing insomnia . . . during midterms. Now I'm back on the lower dosage, but I still have to take a sleep aid to sleep on my normal hours at night. Last night I tried without the tylenol PM, and I didn't sleep until 5:30-6:00 AM.
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| 2008-10-08 12:49 |
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MY PROCRASTINATION KNOWS NO BOUNDS. lol
I caught up with Naruto just a few days ago, and now I have to wait for updates with the rest of the crowd. FUCK. I almost bought a Gaara/Naruto wallscroll the other day at Hammergirl . . . but I was encouraged to wait for a Shippuden one, where they're much hotter. So I agreed. There's a spot on my wall, just waiting for its awesomeness.
So, Rome. I'm going to do a documentary with one of my pals on LGBT life in Rome, since he got a grant and wants to do it. Sounds like fun to me.
Also, Fall break is a few days away! I'll be in Geneva until the afternoon Saturday though while I present a paper I wrote last year at the Women's Rights dialogues in Seneca Falls. So I'll have two and a half days at home, which is ok, I guess. There's so much I have to do, so I don't know how much free time I'll have to visit friends. Ah well. Thanksgiving will be longer.
Until then, toodles.
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