3000 words.  Ho hum, and it only took WAY TOO LONG.  I need to speed up my typing speed--or, more accurately, my bleeping thought process--if I'm going to keep this up.  I won't always have hours to sit down and write, especially with my term paper due smack dab in the middle of this.  Much writing will be done in my notebook during class and transferred at home--that might offset time lost with me staring blankly at the screen and trying to murder my inner editor, because THAT SENTENCE COULD BE WAY BETTER GUYS AND I SHOULD GO BACK AND FIX IT RIGHT NOW.

Let the NaNoWriMo begin!  Schoolwork?  Video games?  Boyfriend?  What are these things of which you speak?  

IT'S TIME TO WR-WR-WR-WR-WR-WRITE!

Do you know what you all need in your life?

A WilRebecca tsundere-style romance oneshot, spanning from when she was five years old to when she's seventeen.

"Banter"

There was something to be said for spirited conversation, and few could match Rebecca in spirit. WilRebecca

...Will sell tail feathers for reviews.  ._.

Okay, so I got Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney today as a present, and...

...I don't think I've ever wanted to sit down and be a lawyer person as much as I do now, even counting my middle school phase where I wanted to be one when I grew up, the time I thought up Court of Claw, and after reading a law school fanfiction this one time.  I know real law isn't anything at all like Phoenix portrays it, but damn, it's all so fun!  And Miles Edgeworth--no matter what a jerk ass he can be with his "irrelevant to the case" this and his "OBJECTION!" that--is still unbelievably cool in his purple suit thingy and his tea-sipping and his silly silver hair and BLARGH.  Suffice to say, I am hooked, since my buddy still has my Fire Emblem game and I'm slowly recovering from withdrawl.

Not so recovered that I wasn't super editing a 'fic in my AP Language class today.  WilRebecca, anyone?  That, and NaNo is coming up, wherein I will park my lazy budgie butt in front of a computer and type mobfic until it ends or I die.  Now, which will come first?  The world will only know then.  But it will be an interesting life experience for me and everyone else, though "interesting" can be interpreted in many ways.  

Court of Claw has finally gotten somewhere, sort of.  I'm animating a short video introducing it--a trailerish thing, if you may--and I've already found a couple of people to voiceact Cydonia and Iris and Vánargand, so I'm excited as whoa.  I've got storyboards in the works, a script written up, and this is going to be amazing.  ...at least, I hope so.  I'm psyched for it.

It's finally getting mildly cold here.  Which is fun because it has been blazingly hot for far too long, and I welcome fall.  Hooray!

I found some old CD's shoved in the back of a rack in my parents' room.  I was startled to see Tim McGraw--the old stuff, too--callously pushed behind Taylor Swift and Blink 182.  Hearing all my childhood songs, getting teary-eyed over "Just To See You Smile" and realizing I still knew all the words to "Something Like That" and grinning crazily...It was so great.  I only wish I could find our old, old Faith Hill CD, as well as my McGraw one with "Seventeen" on it, because that was always one of my favorites...I've forgotten how good old country is.

Stolen from Manna.


+ Find your birth month and paste it at the top
+ Strike what doesn't apply; bold what does.

AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

( Other months that are not nearly as cool... )

I cannot adequately say just how great tonight was.  But...but I know now more than ever, that I could not do better than what I have now.  Pure bliss.

...and I'm upset that there is no mood-choice for "eudemonic".

Hooray!  It's meme time!  Stolen shamelessly from Manna.   All comments shall be screened.

1. Name (and what should I call you?):
2. Birthday:
3. Where do you live:
4: What are you studying/What are you working as:
5. What makes you happy:
6. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:
7. What is particularly good/bad about my LJ:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
10. Favorite place to be:
11. Favorite lyric:
12. Best time of the year:
13. Weirdest food you like:

RECOMMEND
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A song:
4: A band:

FANDOM
1. Favorite Fandom:
2. OTP/OT3:
3. Icon/Fic Journal:

PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Put this in your lj so I can tell you what I think of you?

I am now a girlfriend-budgie.

I just came back from a weekend-long camping trip, so I apologize from my absence during that time.  I had no technology of any sort, and it was, to say the least, depressing.

I hated every minute of that camping trip.  From Dad deciding we were going to go on a three hour hike ( in which he got us lost, I sprained my ankle, and there were three hissyfits from my sister, my mom's friend's youngest daughter, and the oldest daughter) to their inability to cook, I hated every minute of it.  I'm tired, sweaty, smell like campfire smoke, stuffed up from a cold, and ready to collapse and not wake up for a week.  My sister kept me up to all odd hours in the tent.  With my father's cooking, it was either a blackened piece of char or a half-raw mess--with my sensitive stomach and all, I lost more weight than healthy on that trip.  I just...being stuck with them for that long grated on my nerves and I'm just a wreck right now.  To add to it, I came back to a mountain of homework--I've worked three hours and still aren't even close to done.  

I'm going to start working on a cosplay for a convention in March, and I'd like your opinions on the Fire Emblem Seven girls and who I'd look reasonably notbad dressing as.  Muchly appreciated.

So, things have been going, for better or for worse.

My AP Language teacher, aka Psychobitch, hates my guts for no reason at all and singles me out for ridicule in class.  Stupid woman...But, I can't exactly help that, and if she goes too far, I'm not going to sleep until her ass is in court.  Unrealistic, yes, but it makes me feel better.  So, I despise her, but I only have to see her for a bit each day, so it won't matter too much.

I want to be Heat Miser for Halloween.  That guy knows where it's at!  For those of you sad, sad souls who haven't heard of Heat Miser and Snow Miser...  Just go watch them.  Even if you do know of them, little can cheer you up quite like those two. www.youtube.com/watch 

So, Tripp's coming over tomorrow and helping me babysit my little sister.  The parents are going to be gone, so it took a huge amount of cajoling to get that to happen.  Things are at a very awkward stage right now.  He knows I like him, I know he likes me, but neither of us have made a move at all.  Just imagine sitting there and knowing that the person you're talking to wants to make out with you.  It's awkward.  But kind of cool, in the same way, because it's still very comfortable and not anxiety-inducing.

We might be fostering Dandijime.  I'm so excited, because she's my favorite and I'd love to hear the pitter patter of little greyhound feet in our house again.

We go camping this weekend.  Camping.  Me.  Eek.  This already doesn't sound like a good idea, but what can I do?
 

Last night was so amazing I can't begin to describe it.

I mean, sure, my little sister needed to DIE (she kept talking to me, interrupting him, and asking incessantly when he was going home), but, besides that, I don't think it could've been any more perfect.

We walked the little greyhounds, and I pretty much just jabbered on about who was who and who we used to have and he petted silly Hot Kisses and it was all just cute.  He didn't even get peed on by Comfort Zone, which is really good, because Comfort Zone is not the brightest greyhound in the pack and he's done that before to people.  Especially since last time it was either him or Fonda who got poop all over my leg.  Silly little greys.

We went out to dinner after that, and MAN can he eat.  For someone so thin, he ate more than I thought possible.  Still, we talked over dinner the whole time, and it was...well, just nice.  He has this smile--this slow, crooked smile--that I just love, and he seems to smile more than humanly possible during conversation. 

He came home with me, and we just...hung out for awhile.  Up until nearly eleven, actually, when Dad said it was getting ridiculous and that he had to leave sometime.  In any case, it was really, really fun, and just...perfect.  ~<3

So, tonight was greyhound night again, as it is every Friday.  They're such cute little fellows, I just have to love them, and love them almost to death.  We have a new girl, a gorgeous brindle-and-white name Dandy, that kept trying to play with me.  We were up in the field in front of the building, and she hopped up, tapped me with a paw, then dropped down onto her forequarters with her hindquarters in the air.  Then Dandy would turn and run a little, then run back, tag me, and repeat.  She was so darn cute, especially since we don't have a whole ton of brindles at the time--it's mostly fawns, but we have two little black greys (Plover Penny and a new girl, Starz), and one boy (Wesson), who's a rare gray brindle.  We didn't even have a single happy tail, which is always a relief, and a silly black-and-white boy was actually roaching.  So cute!

On another greyhound-related note, I jokingly came up with a few racing names for Lyndis's Legion...as greyhounds.  Take a stab at any of these names--I'll write a prize fic for whoever does the best, should there be enough that are interested!

Rogue's Lynx
Proof of Spontaneous Combustion
ESA Markscraft
CE Underspoken Commotion
Kaiser's Chevalier
Turning Up Roses
AG Compass Tauros
Fairstep Falcon
GK Hotshot
ISD Aenir's Minuet
Bellerophon's Violet
BV Unwavering Ellipse
ISD Aenir's Madrigal
KS Loose Cannon Comet

Yet another day of AP Psych and another day sitting with Tripp, and I still don't know what the budgerigars to do.  It's so odd.

I'll probably post a page of the week's math note doodles sometime later, when I can actually scan.

So, I went to my first concert--a Counting Crows show--last night, and...wow.  Just, wow.


In other news, I updated ISBTD.  Yeah.  Go check it out.

Today is my last day of freedom, my last day of summer.  I can't believe it's over already.  There's so much that I wanted to do, so much that I didn't put aside time to.  I feel so...unaccomplished, I suppose...And I still have to read a book.  For tomorrow.  And I haven't even started.

To add to this, I've been hypnotized by Pelleas.  He's like a naive, unhousebroken, momma's boy, autistic puppy...and god, I love him.  Even though Eliwood and Guy could make fun of him (he's THAT pathetic), I still want to hug him, feed him soup, and bring him home forever and ever.  And he shall be my Pelleas, and if he's good, he can sleep on the couch forevermore. 
( In which a budgie snarks about Radiant Dawn... )
Well, I've got to go do school reading and all that unhappy jazz.

Despite how long I've jabbered about it and everything, ISBTD probably didn't seem like anything more than a wannabe author's hopes of writing something.  Well, the first chapter is now up, so go look at it.  Really.  Please?  Honestly, I'd kill for someone to finally see this little fellow.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5279724/1/

In other news, it seems that I am pretty much the only one who likes Shinon.  It's okay, my sexy snarky sarcastic sniper.  That just means I have you all to myself.

In even different news, I'm out of questions at this moment.  Ho hum.

My birthday party is tomorrow, and I still have no clue what I want for said birthday.  There's nothing I really, terribly need, and, for once, I can hardly even think of something that I'd want, save a good book, some toys for my bird, and a bite to eat.  I'm pretty food-oriented, so it's no surprise that I'm thinking of food.  Then again, with my blood sugar issues, if I wasn't always thinking about food I'd probably pass out.  Bleack.

I started playing Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance again, and I now remember why I didn't really care for it.  Combat scenes take bloody forever, but I'm so ingrained in my Blazing Sword habits that I won't turn them off.  And the characters...aye, don't read any more if you'd take offense at this!  I'm only on Chapter Seven (or eight...whichever is the one where Marcia comes back, and there's pirates, and Lethe and Mordecai are your allies), but I've already developed a strong dislike for a lot of people.  Greil, thank you for dying, because you were a jerk and I hated you.  Titania...eh, you're okay, so no strong opinion there.  Gatrie, you just want to be Sain, and you suck at it, so I'm glad you left.  Shinon....I MISS YOU, SHINON!  YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE I EVER LOVED!  He was my sexy snarky sarcastic sniper, and I only wish to see his bored expression, magenta ponytail, and weird little yellow scarf/cape/whatever again.  Soren...egad, I cannot count the ways I dislike this guy.  Let's see...he's rude, a jackass, a hypocritcal racist (I mean, Shinon's racism was just a sort of casual thing.  Soren pissed off the laguz TO THEIR FACES and got Ike bitten by a tiger because of it.  Retard), self-righteous, 100% selfish (except when his weird obsession with Ike comes into play), and he basically just lurks there with his pissing-me-off...Sorenness.  Blargh.  Ike is pretty neutral, since he hasn't shown anything more than "I is a hero please?"  Oscar, you may be a horse-mounted paladin god, but STOP SMILING!  I swear, he's plotting something behind my back.  Rolf and Mist are so whiny and so...irritating!  Mist's voice makes me want to remove my eardrums with a pair of rusty garden shears, and I've only heard it, like, twice.  Boyd is also pretty normal-ish--something like Hector if he lost a few brain cells.  Rhys is kinda cute in a funny way, and I like his hair.  Mia is silly and I like her, and, uh, Ilyana creeps me out with her skimpy outfit and "I WANTZ TEH FOODZ!!!1!!one!"  I think that is everyone, and my opinions on them--however, I am still holding out for one of my fonder memories from my old file 'bout a year ago...that is, of course, THE GREAT KNIGHT KIERAN!  :3

Is it wrong to feel jealous over the object of your affections hanging out with their ex again?  It's not any of my business, certainly, but it still stings.  

Questionwise, how do you think the Black Fang members chose their nicknames?

The cure for an ailing budgie, it seems. I woke up today and felt so much better than I have recently. My head's still a little fuzzy, but it's raining and the humidity here is enough to make anyone's head hurt sometimes. Whatever fever I had is broken--guess it was just a nasty little 24-hour bug--and I'm through with all my stupid bitching about how it sucks to be me.

Thanks to wonderfulwords and socraticwaffles for beating some sense into me. I needed that.

The suspense of my birthday is killing me. KILLING ME DEAD.

So far as questions go...What do you think the tattoos on Jaffar's shoulders mean?

I just feel miserable and have most of the day.  I'm tired, I can barely work up the energy to do anything, and I just feel...crappy.  There's not a whole lot of point in doing anything right now, and I'm not getting a whole lot of help anyway.

All right, it's finally time I spilled the beans about that mobfic I've mentioned a few times before.  Now that the poor thing has a definitive plot, I might as well release the as-of-yet summary.

Elibe City has enough on its hands as it is, what with the government instability and the barely checked crime rate.  When Police Chief Harken Griflet disappears, though, everything is thrown into uproar.  The notorious street gang, Black Fang, will do anything to discover the location of one of their most diligent enemies.  A young gangster, hoping to earn a higher rank, accepts the task...and instead is plunged into a world of deceit, secrecy, and forgotten chivalry as he races against time and his own friends as he chases after the truth behind it all...

I've been feeling something a hair's bredth away from miserable all day.  My head's pounding, I've sweating...I just want to curl up in a cool room and go to sleep for hours and hours.  Bleack.

I've spent most of today drawing, thinking about drawing, or attempting to cut a swath of safety in the disaster zone that is my closet.

The first two are in preparation for Manna's birthday--suffice to say that I have the lineart and some basic coloring done, but I shall not say much more for fear of spoiling it for her.  I have to start this early because, well, I'll have roughly three weeks without Photoshop, and that puts me dangerously close to her birthday.  So, I've been overthinking and panicking and all that--nothing unusual for me.

The closet has sucked two hours away from me and still doesn't look much different.  Though I have discovered some old books that I thought I lost long ago, including my runaway copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

Writing has been slow...I've run off on that AU I've mentioned to go work on Lyndis's Legion video for Danjo.  I can't promise anything yet, but I've done a lot of basic sketches and all.

Dying for a trip to the Cracker Barrel...agh, dieting sucks...

In other news, that userpic up there is from Nature of Nature's Art, a wonderful martial arts/animal/philosophical webcomic.  Go check it out now!  I mean it!  http://www.nofna.com/

Question of the Day:  What is your opinion on the use of alcohol in 'fic to spur action?