Is That What You Call LOUD?

Open Up, Put It In, Let's BEGIN!

Rambling in the office. Things are going well enough. (Relevant crap cross-posted at the fic journal, it's the dreaded readership overlap! ;^p)

I do feel obligated to have something interesting to say, but then I always do.

I'm not ignoring you. I'm moving. They've cut off the Internet at our house ;_;

Really. You're all lovely, lucky, wonderful people and you're far nicer to me than I deserve. *Runs around passing out geraniums.*

There. Consider yourselves loved. ^_^

Got up super early; have to leave the house by six so it was up by--no shit--1:30 AM.

Spent two hours staring at the screen like a zombie, with half a cup of cold coffee and Static-X looped in the player. Trudged back up the stairs and tried to lounge in bed for like, forty-five minutes. It was no good.

Sleep? What the hell do I need sleep for?

Made fresh coffee, stroked the plotbunny (the scene finally bridges properly. I cannot over-emphasize how happy I am about that--a very tricky scene resolved by changing one line of dialogue), and got out of the house at the usual time.

One of my lists has just the best challenges ever! *SQUEE*.

I don't post there, except for the obligatory "hi" post, but I lurk a helluva lot. Sometimes it's good, often it's decent, mostly it's not in my fandoms...But again, who cares? The challenge mailers I get are worth it.

Umm, at least, I think they're worth it ^^; (Watches with some alarm as the plotbunnies begin replicating faster than Tribbles...)

Good Lord. I actually want to have Belle and Beast bake cookies, now. It's even more insistent than the Baraka/Mileena thing.

No, damn you, I will not stop in the middle of my draft for you and I do not care if Belle gets flour on her nose and it looks adorable...*swats the 'bunny.*

Quizzie *^_^* DAMN this one was cute.


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Seeya, peeps, when I've got more worthwhile things to say.

Stupid Survey

Nicked From Foxie's Readers

The titles say it all. PS: Congrats girlie! *^_^*


1) First grade teacher's name: Mrs. Meyer (no relation >^P)
2) Last words you said: "Sure, I'll just put a footnote on it."
3) Last song you sang: That one Motown song that goes "Baby baby, I can't help myself, I love you and nobody else..." I get that little fucker stuck in my head a LOT ^_^
4) Last person you hugged: mom. Stop looking at me like that.
5) Last thing you laughed at: a dirty joke, not ten minutes ago
6) Last time you said "I love you": uhh, yesterday
7) Last time you cried: uhh, don't remember. Last month I think.
8) What's in your CD player: a compilation of early 90's dance pop.
9) What color socks are you wearing: plain white. Only color of socks I own.
10) What's under your bed?: lint, atm. I'm MOVING, you know. *cough.*
11) What time did you wake up today: 1:37 AM
12) Current taste: coffee, blood (bit my stupid tongue by accident)
13) Current hair: same shit I always wear, growing out a bit
14) Current clothes: Embarrassingly tight olive slacks, dress shirt, purple velour turtleneck over, gold chains, bra, mod 60's floral underpants ^_~
15) Current annoyance: stupid tongue hurts
16) Current longing: instant loss of 20 pounds >^P
17) Current desktop picture: none. Damn office comp. The screen is fucking blue.
18) Current worry: none/that woman is going to bring her idiot kid to the meeting tonight, I know she is, EEARGHH
19) Current hate: thighs *punches self in thigh* hang on, I already bruised that spot. >^D
20) Story behind your DJ username: LOOK at my fucking sidebar, fucking pay attention, and tell me what you see, idiot. (Why yes, I'm tired of answering that question. Does it show?)
21) Current favourite article of clothing: none. I need more clothes. MUST--GO--SHOPPING. Christ, I only do it once a year, stop attacking me >^P
22) Favourite physical feature of the opposite sex: The whole thing must be exemplary and STRONG and LAST for a while *^_^*
23) Last CD that you bought: Why would you BUY a CD? Umm, ironically enough, the dance pop that's in the stereo at home.
24) Favourite place to be: club. Me got fat, so me no go. *CRY.*
25) Least favourite place: anywhere within ten feet of my biological father
26) Time you wake up in the morning: ten-ish, usually.
27) If you could play an instrument, what would it be: Dude! SYNTHESIZER *^_^* or electric guitar
28) Favourite colour: mmm, purple and red. Blood colors >^D
29) Do you believe in an afterlife? I believe it's a good idea to suck up to the Powers, just in case there IS an afterlife.
31) Current favourite word/saying: Dude. (*Pause, then Insert Followup Insight.*)
32) Favourite book: Japanese Children's Favorite Stories. I dunno. Some late 50's ed. anthology.
33) Favourite season: null. "I forgot you lack a winter. lol" --that says it all, baby.
35) Favourite day: also null. I've gotten used to my life being so bizarre that it doesn't matter what day it is.
36) Where do you want to go: Club. Or SHOPPING. Or some mythical place where me and all my crew could get together under one roof. Although some of you would not enjoy being around each other. Probably not such a great idea, now that I'm thinking of it.
37) What is your career going to be like: steady, well-paying, and powerful.
38) How many kids do you want: One of each kind and a nanny to raise them.
39) What kind of car do you have: none/soon proud owner of Chevy Paul Atreides Cavalier, in accordance with our fine naming tradition ;^D
41) A random lyric: "Knock knock open up the door it's real" too much DMX in my player lately >^D
42) Identify some things surrounding your computer: notebook, phonebook, business card, phone.

Heaven Is Overrated

Tell Me, Did You Fall For A Shooting Star

Good morning.

Well, morning at any rate.

I spent the night rolling over. And over and over and over and over. I don't think I slept. Or, if I slept, I was dreaming that I couldn't sleep.

I tossed and turned so much that I lost my left earplug. (I have earplugs! No more noisy traffic :^D) I still can't find the damn thing. Mom left for work at 5AM, at which time I figured, what the hell, and came downstairs.

Pairings and other bullshit at the fic journal.

Yeah, I keep a fic journal. Jheti officially has no life. Woo! *Throws confetti.*

Dude. Jheti confetti. >^D

That's almost the expression "Jheti spaghetti", which is the one I usually use. I don't know what in the world it means, but it's cute.

Jheti. Short for Jhetala, the superlative form of Jhera. Respelling of Jera. A very female rune for a very butch Mary Sue. Go me. I never actually wrote much of anything about her. A couple paragraphs, tops, at the height of my infatuation with Viking culture.

Unlike most people with a fascination, I read eight reference books of varying quality, a few travel articles, and portions of the Poetic Eddas before I so much as pilfered her name. If I'm going to fuck something up, I prefer to know exactly what I'm doing before I destroy it. At some point in there, Jheti became more Celtic than anything else, and I abandoned her. But the name Jheti, and people's habit of calling me that, stuck.

I like it. It's Esperanto for "abdication", "surrender", and, delicately, "throwaway". I guess you could say my 'Net name is "trash" >^D

Why is that so...appropriate?

Hmm. Made headway with fic. Also did some original work.

What? No, you don't get to see that. In the first place, I doubt you realize what you just asked to see, and besides which I intend to let it make me a living. I'm very good. At throwing people together and making them do...things.

I'll tell you exactly what kind of things when you're older. ^_~

I must be at least decent at it; a woman who barely says five words to me once a week paused to say that she "missed my little stories" and asked if I'd be doing any more.

People outside my personal circle have taken notice. No one that could break me into a market, yet, but the optimism begins to creep in. If what amounts to a complete stranger walks up to you and admits being hooked, you may have a hidden talent on your hands.

My stories are like crack: one hit can kill you, and it's white and gritty and dirty and cheap. Filthy and lethal and you can't stop. Going without it too long makes you nervous, anxious, paranoid.

You know you want another hit. You know you need it.

I'll skip the bestseller list and the signings and the unbearable ego of being A Writer, if it means I get to write and support myself at the same time. I'm not asking for world fame or some shit; that's what I have Jem VCDs for--safe, clean, neon-colored ego tripping.

I just want to be as fulfilled as the guy who decides that accounting is his life and works somewhere for twenty years and is genuinely happy sitting at his desk counting beans all day. I want that kind of fulfillment writing. Correction: I want to be paid, and experience that same fulfillment. That's the main thing.

I guess I could give you examples. How about it? Anyone want their mutantshipping with the bite left in it? >^D

Nah, they're cuter behind the curtains. At a certain point is the fangs and pointy objects thing gets rather scary, even for me. Characters with swords growing out of their bodies at random angles tangled together, flesh and blood.

No, uh-uh, Dream Warriors didn't affect my psychosexual development at all. ^_~

Hold on. Let's not touch that can of worms. A little too introspective, even for me. Flashbacks would suck. There are skeletons in my closet and those would bore you. Or frighten you. And then you might go away. And I like you and want to keep you around. So, yeah. *Hides her ugly, scarred clay feet.*

^^;

Your lyrics for the day:

These are my arms but they don't know tenderness
And I must confess that I
Am usually drawn to sadness
And loneliness has never been a stranger to me
[...]
These are my lips but they whisper sorrow
This is my voice but it's telling lies
I know how to laugh but I don't know happiness
And I must confess that
Instead of spring, it's always winter
And my heart has always been a lonely hunter

--"Love Tried To Welcome Me", Madonna. Yeah, Madonna. Deal with it.

Anyway, I supppose it's a good enough day. Have a safe one. May you always have your pick of boyfriends, employment, and everything else that crosses your path. *Hugs.*

Peace and love, peeps, peace and love. *^_^*