dark_kaomi

Ugh.

Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:26:20 GMT

Today has been a long ass day. Started off fine, pretty boring. Then I get a call from one of my housemates. She had left to take her sister onto campus for a wrestling thing and on her way back wrecked my car. My car. Which I had trusted her to drive safely. See, she comes from a family with a lot of kids so she never really got the chance to drive. So, thinking I might help her out, I let her drive my car every know and then.

After getting the call, I get a ride from a friend to the accident and spend the next hour talking to my parents, talking to the cops, talking to my friends, explaining what happened, asking what I should do, figuring out who's paying what and how. Ugh, just a lot of stress. During the whole thing, I'm not that angry. Everyone else is more upset than I am. I know how much it hurts to cause the accident and how much it sucks to have everyone mad at you and besides, my friend is angry enough for the both of us. Stuff happens, no ones hurt, and my car looks okay, just a dent in the front driver's side. It's leaking lime green fluid but I'm assured that's just anti-freeze.

We get home, the car's taken to a body shop and her boyfriend is on the way who is also my best friend. He shows up and drives me to take a closer look at the damage. He knows cars better than I do. He takes a look around and tells me it's totalled. The front axles bent and he doesn't think it was anti-freeze that's leaking. Finally, all that pent up anger and emotion flood forward. I'm mad that I don't have a car. I need my car or at least a car and with how the economy is now I don't know if I'll be able to find a used car for cheap that runs well. I'm mad at myself for not driving. I'm kind of mad at her for not paying attention and pulling out in front of another car. But I can't really say anything because I've been trying to get her to calm down. Ugh, I just hope that the damage's isn't as bad as he said. I'll find out Monday, maybe. Please let my car be salvageable. I like my car.

Writing

Sat, 24 Jan 2009 21:36:52 GMT

*clears throat* Okay. So. I've decided to start writing again. For real this time. I want to get better; I want to like what I write. I want to be a decent writer, so I'm going to try. I've posted my first short story on my fictionpress account. Yes, the site's not the greatest but I already had it and I want to get large exposure. I figure, the more people know about me, the more I'll feel pressured to actually do something, rather than just sit on my ass all day, being bored. As of right now, I am giving free reign to all who read my stories to tear it to shreds if they feel they must. This is not an open invite to flame, rather, it is a request to give strong critic. I have found I do better when I know what I am doing wrong. Though, please also tell me what I am doing right so my self-esteem doesn't disolve into vapor. I realize I am opening a gigantic can of worms but I don't care. I'll do what I must to make me work and if that means dragging myself into slaughter, so be it. Now, after all of that crap, here's the story.

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2626197/1/A_Childs_Play

College Students Rock!

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 02:41:21 GMT

Saw someone dressed as Batman tackle someone dressed as Joker today. It was AWESOMESAUCE! I LOVE COLLEGE!

Wedding Bells

Sun, 14 Sep 2008 04:27:54 GMT

Today was a day for adventure. I was a bride's maid for one of my friend's wedding, my first time as such. I was told to be at the club at eleven where both the wedding and the reception would take place. I left home at 20 after ten and make it to Wal-Mart at five till eleven. I hadn't bought a gift yet so I went in, grabbed a hand mixer, a gift bag, some tissue paper and left. I make it to the club place fifteen minutes late. Problem is, no one's there. I panic because my phone had died the night before and I had no idea where I was supposed to be.

I decide to drive to my friend's house to use their phone. Half way there I change my mind and drive to Wal-Mart to buy a car charger for my phone. I have no idea what happened to the one I already had. I run in, grab one and run out. I plug in my phone then plug in the charger. Nothing happens. Turns out the inside of the lighter heater thing had corroded and I couldn't get a connection. I'm close to panic when I think of my friend's house. I rush over there and knock on the door. No one's home.

I run to the garage door and use the key code. (Yes, I broke into my friend's house. I've done it before though usually it's leave stuff behind.) I run in and grab the phone from the kitchen. I take ten minutes to figure out how to use it only to realize it's dying. I set it back in the charger and run around the house trying to find another phone. There isn't one. (Only one phone?! My house has six! GAH!) I panic. Then idea! There two cars in the garage. I try the passenger side of one and it's locked. Luckily the driver's side was open. I ran to the car, grabbed charger and phone and ran back. I plugged it in, called my friend and finally made it to where I was supposed to be. Blech. I was an hour late.

Now on to the wedding. We start forty five minutes late due to delays and last minute decisions. No dress rehersal was ever made so everything happened on the fly. We get the music going, which was the delay the first time, and we start. Half way through the ceremony a cell phone goes off. It's the groom's. The entire room cracks up. Other than that, nothing goes wrong. The whole thing after the congratulations of the couple was haphazard and unorganized. Everything happened just not int he way it's supposed to. What a day.

Burnanating the Countryside

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 19:04:29 GMT

Today the local fire department had a demonstration for our college. They brought in a to scale model of one of the dorm rooms all nicely set up with furniture, a computer, books, posters, pizza boxes and other flammables. A bunch of friends and I sat with a large crowd around the model to watch it go up. At 11:45 they began their monologue of the dangers of fire and what it could do. At 11:50 they failed to light the trash can aflame and had to borrow a lighter from the crowd. A firefighter who can't light a fire. Irony.

They got the can going and it slowly caught the dresser and curtains above it. Once the curtains caught, the bedspread went and the books on the shelves above. Every time something caught on fire my section of the audience clapped and yelled. My friend said the firefighters were looking in our direction in horror. Five minutes after the start the entire room was nothing but a ball of flames. Thick smoke was pouring from the face and the heat was so bad my face was burning.

They finally took a hose to it and it took three good shots to get the flames out. My friend next to me wasn't happy they put it out. He wanted everything as a pile of ash but it was too hot to let it get that far. Everything was black and charred and emo. The lamp in the corner had it's plastic covers melted to sludge. It was really cool looking. My friend said the lamp was post modern art. I said it was post-mortem art.

tl;dr Fire is fun!

Avatars!

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:19:48 GMT

I have always had a problem with picking an avatar. I've gone years with several accounts without one because I just don't know what to use. So, I ask you (all two of you) what should I have as my avatar? I'm open to anything!

This is why I hate being around people.

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 17:16:23 GMT

Okay, this has been driving me up a wall. For those of you who don't know (read: all of you) I am a freshman in college. It is required that all freshman live in the dorm their first year to kind of get used to the transition and what not. Which means I have a roommate. Now, I have no problem sharing my room; I pretty much live in my head and I am very good at ignoring what's around me most of the time so I can give the other person some privacy. All in all it has been too bad. Except for the company she keeps.

About two months ago a friend of my roommate named Kathy and her boyfriend, Bill, broke up. Bill broke it off because Kathy would constantly compare him to other guys and start arguments over the most stupid of things and he became fed up with it. Well, that night my roommate, Michelle, and him went to a party. They got slightly drunk and started making out. She protested a bit because he had just broken up with her friend and she didn't want to just be her replacement. Well, he tells her she's no replacement but they stop anyway because she doesn't feel it's the right thing to do. Next day they talk it over and find they like each other. So they decide why not try to see if we can have a relationship. It goes okay for a little bit until Kathy comes to Michelle for comfort. This is where it goes downhill.

For the next two weeks Kathy monopolizes Michelle's time constantly crying and whining about Bill. And when she's not with Michelle, she's with Bill trying to win him back. Through all of this Bill and Michelle try to have a secret relationship. They want to keep it a secret because they don't want to upset Kathy more than she already is. Well, this all comes crashing down when Bill sleeps with Kathy. Immediately after he comes down to my room to tell Michelle what he's done. Michelle is heartbroken because she just got out of a three year relationship with a guy who broke it off to have daily sex with local girls. But Michelle decides to give Bill a second chance.

Everything goes okay for about another two weeks when he does it again. Michelle gets fed up and breaks it off saying that there was no way she could stay with a guy that would do something like this to her. She then tells Kathy what had been going on behind her back. Surprisingly, Kathy takes it pretty well. She's upset that no one told her otherwise she would have stopped trying to get him back (read: she would have tried harder). So, those two patch things up and Michelle and Bill are on the rocks. And Kathy is still trying to get Bill back. Well, just the other day Kathy comes in and yells at Michelle for two hours because Michelle didn't tell her when they first started going out. I'm sitting at my desk trying to do some homework while ignoring her right behind me. I really wanted to throw her out but I didn't feel I had the right. I come to find out she is still after Bill and Michelle just wants out of all of this but neither side will let her. And it's driving me nuts because they keep bringing it back to my room and they just won't grow up. Argh, I hate this.

When I left high school I thought I was leaving drama behind!

Thank you for listening to my rant, I just really needed to get that off my chest. *sigh*

First One Piece fanfic

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 21:54:30 GMT

So I've been a fan of One Piece for years now and yet I've only just recently created my first fan works for it. I personally find myself not to be very creative and have a hard time producing art. But after a particular comment from sasori_katana, I knew this had to be written, if only to say that it had been done. So, please enjoy and I would very much love some feed back. Thanks!

Title: Death Wish
Characters: CP9
Rating: PG
Word Count: 175
Pairing: Surprise!
Summary: Something happens that shocks all of the CP9 members.

The room was completely silent. Even Spandam’s eternal blathering had ceased.

All eyes were riveted to the couple on the couch waiting for inevitable chaos that was sure to ensue. No one dared move for fear of catching the attention of the dangerous duo and possibly causing the bloodiest battle in Enies Lobby history (Straw Hat invasion not withstanding).

They knew that one had to be somewhat suicidal to become a member of CP9, but many assumed that everyone had some form of self preservation even the idiot that caused the whole situation. What could have caused the brain dead moron to actually put his life in the hands of the cold-hearted assassin? And in full view of the other members, no less.

Seconds passed and still no bloodshed was had. Someone shifted from the tension before checking the movement.

Finally, Jyabura moved away from the kiss he had initiated. With a smirk, he stared into the other’s eyes. “Finally found something that I’m better at than you.”

Lucci just snorted. “Took you long enough.”

x-posted to onepieceyaoi100