Welcome to the Insanity...!

Well, I've now finished the thing that is HBP. Yes, I'm aware I said I wouldn't get to read it until later. Who cares?

( Let's be nice and use a cut )

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: "Godfather Sirius, and Dear Uncle Regulus!"

As if it wasn't enough that I won't be a ble to read HBP for a while, I'm now in a bad mood because of what I read. According to tradition, I decided to go online and spoil myself.

Now, according to what I've read (according to shipping) I'm going to be majorly disappointed. Really, people! I mostly keep reading HP in hopes that Ron will die, so what the hell is wrong with JK. And Ron, who won't die?

Current Mood: disappointed

I'm not dead.

Okay, I'm not dead in real life, but I regret to inform you all that I am dead to the HP fandom. At least until Book six, at which time I may continue all of my works. But even then, they'll all be AU by then. The only fic I'm workig on now is Japonica's B-day fic,, and that's because I already started and I made a promise. (By the way, part of it is inspired by the title of you own fic, 'Sleepless Knights')

Right, so now with all the grim stuff aside, let's get to the squee-ness!

Katie, I take back what I said yesterday. In fact, if everything goes well tonight, I just might be thanking you for encouraging me tomorrow.

But, you know, I don't think I've felt this way in over a year. And now I can listen to Michelle Branch's "Desperately" and Ja Rule's "Always on Time" without being pissed off or something.

It's all squee-y if you ignore the fact that my parents are fucking up my life, and that now I'm avoiding the pseudo-soulmate.

Well, I'll stop here, since I've already been interrupted (disconnected) at least four times by happy callers who have heard part of the joyful news.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: Desperately- Michelle Branch

I actually had the next chapter of TFtWH written. I did! And I only needed to go over it a little to post it. Well, since I'm too lazy to learn the HTML thing so you can make pages, what I always do is to just open a pre-existing document and then write, and then just 'save as'. Well, I figured I'd be responsible and good and start the next chapter. Except I forgot to save it as a separate document.

I hate myelf.

Damn, I had it finished, too. And I do remember what I wrote, but it'll be such a pain to rewrite.

On top of that, I've realize I've been gaining weight. I now weigh 110 pounds. And while that may not mean much to some of you, it does to me because of the simple fact that I'm actually very short, and that's a very bad weight for me. So, ever since I got back on Sunday night, I've been a on a strict diet and exercise program. Much to my suprise, I've been able to stick with it. I'm surprised, because my self control is zero, and I have like no stamina. I'm up to running 2 1/2 miles a day, at 13 minutes each mile. Yippers, huh?

So... yeah. I have to rewrite TFtWH. Blah.

Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Dido-White Flag

...I've found proof that the Republican party is evil and made up of the forces of evil. And this is isn't meant to offend anyone, or anything, right.

Okay, if you go through any history book, you'll see that us Democrats are always an unorganized bucnh. Somehow we manage to win at the last minute. Republicans, however, are so... organized. They do rallies, they go from door to door. Stuff like that.

So, you see how this ties in? The evil organizations are always too organized. They have their army of minions knock down doors, collecting signatures killing and raiding and looting. The hero is always the underdog, a lone figure that no one expects to be able to stand against the republicans villains. And in the end, good wins and the evil threat is banished to Bush's home state some sort of underworld.

I'm never on, which is a shame. Unfortunately, I've got SATs in less than a week, and it feels like the tidal wave they just had in India in in my tummy.

But I got a pressie! So all is cool when I think about it. I just made ten bucks. It may go down to like 7 if I don't get this damn thing working. But still, that's extra money. It occurs to me that, before, ten dollars was nothing to me. That's sad, that my mom started giving me less money.

But pressie, so 's'kay.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Some 80's stuff my mom's playing

This is a courtesy post to let everyone know I'm still alive. Sleepy and moody, but alive nonetheless.

Despite how tired I am, I have to admit Drama rocks. It's really making my circle of friends expand, not to mention it really does something for the ego to be one of the most well-known and well-liked girls in a crowd that doesn't really involve certain people. Rehearsals are a bit tiring and repetitive, but otherwise cool, because I can turn people against certain people I don't like, and others that I need to get a small revenge on. Whoops. Did I just let slip part of my master plan?

There are two people at school that are dating, and I really don't want them to be dating, mostly because I hate one of them and the other is one of my most esteemed friends. I'm contemplating breaking them up, but that'd be a really bitchy thing to do. So unless it gets to where it really bothers me to the point where I can't stand it anymore, I'll consider interfering a bit and then just lettings things go whatever way they might. See? I'm totally being nice.

Things that have happened since the beginning of the year (and people) have started to make me feel like I'm losing my touch. Fortunately, the verdict came in today. I'm still a sarcastic smart-ass with a dry sense of humor, thank god.

So, I'll just finish this off with a quiz. Stolen from that friend of mine, the one with the long username I can't spell very well. You know who you are, Liz.

The Goddess of Ice and Hope. You are a creative
wonder. Always calm and collected, you hold the
awe of many people and you are exceptionally
logical. You are an inspirational beauty.

Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!) NEW PICS!
brought to you by Quizilla

Okay, so I mostly just thought the picture was really cool.

Also, I wanted to tell you, japonicastar, that I'm like halfway done with your obscenely late christmas fic. As a reward of sorts, I've taken your Seven Degrees of LiveJournal meme hostage!

( The Seven Degree... Thingy )

Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: The dryer... drying

Stolen from animagusvampera, who I won't link to because it is too much of a hassle and doing rich text mode will make these results come out weird. But do visit her LJ, it's quite funny.

Edited to add that I know how to link her now. Go visit animagusvampera's LJ. Come on. Go! Shoo!

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Michelle Branch-Are You Happy Now?

Both stolen from... er... angryoni ?

You scored as Harry Potter. You can be a little reckless and hot-headed at times, but a more brave and courageous friend would be hard to find. </td> Harry Potter 95% Sirius Black 90% Remus Lupin 90% Hermione Granger 85% Draco Malfoy 85% Albus Dumbledore 75% Ron Weasley 65% Severus Snape 65% Ginny Weasley 60% Lord Voldemort 45% Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...? created with QuizFarm.com

( Meme of... something )

Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: Hit the Floor-Linkin Park

Dear LJ Readers,

I'm here to inform you that I will be supporting the patriots in this coming footbal event. This decision was made after a very interesting conversation on AIM last night. I'm sorry to say, all Eagles fans, that we must be divided. Remember you only have one amongst yourselves to blame. And, if this makes you feel any better, I know nothing of football and my decision is very biased.

Love,

May

I haven't posted in ages, have I?

Well, I finished editing chapter 3 of Dwelling for the Sugarquill, so now I'm waiting to get an e-mail from my beta letting me know that she got it.

I've actually started the next chapter of TFtWH, but there are... complications.

So, I just heard that the sun doesn't set until like 10 p.m. in England? What is that???? Right now, here in 'sunny' California, the sun sets at 5! During the summer it's around 8, though. But really! Ten? I mean, I did notice that the sun set around nine in PoA, but I though it might have been some huge mistake, though it didn't seem likely. And it did occur to me that maybe the sun set later in England, but I thought it was a stupid question to ask.

Ten! That's right before I go to bed (on a good day, anyhow). What time does the sun rise, then? Where are my british friends?

Oh, and at the risk of getting the hell flamed out of me, I don't know if I'm supporting the Eagles. My sister just told me we support the Patriots. But then... are they playing against each other? I mean, I must sound like such a blonde (I'm not, really!) but I know nothing about football and the super bowl. Is it like some sort of tournament... or just one big game...?

And it seems my good friend Liz has provided. Unfortunately, these are Gundam Wing quizzes, but I do like the series, despite the fact that I've never seen more than like three episodes.

( The Quizzes )

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Ice Age, in the background

I am sleepy. Very much so. I slept over at a friend's house last night. A very old friend I've known for a long time, so my mom didn't worry when I told her the girl's parents wouldn't come home until very late (they'd been in Florida). Anyway, there was a bottle of wine left over form New Year's (her boyfriend gave it to her) so she had to finish it and throw it out before her parents got home. So, between the two of us, we finished half a bottled of wine. Or maybe 3/4. I don't know anymore.

Anyhow, we stayed up talking until almost 4:00, so I got 2 and a half hours of sleep last night. I've been feeling all blah all day, and I don't know if it's because I'm tired, and such, or if I'm hung over.

But hey, at least it wasn't with my friend's mom. *laughs at Katie*

Yoinked from , the latest addition to my friends list.

( The 2004 meme )

Current Mood: moody
Current Music: The pounding in my head?

I just totally got into an argument with my mom and my stepdad, in which the former tried to destroy my computer. Failed, as you see. I'm just trying to figure out how to get my printer to work now, because there's a litte cable hanging out of it that I can't figure out where it goes.

So, really, I'm just posting again to apologize for the planned delays of the b-day/christmas fic, and the chapter of TFtWH. I'm barely starting GoF, and at the moment it is on the floor of enemy territory, which means I'll have to retrieve it later. So I don't think both will be ready by New Year's. Maybe by the time I go back to school.

Current Mood: Oddly cheery
Current Music: Shut Up-Black Eyed Peas

There are ants in my room. No, not just ants, but those creepy red-black ants that sting and hurt. Badly. Here's the situation:

They are in my closet- all over my dirty laundry. Can you say, "ew?"

Well, here's part two:

When I separate my laundry, I use a very half-assed system of "dark", "not dark", and "bleach". As of now, I'm doing my laundry. Of course, with the situation as it is, I have to reach into the basket and get all dark clothes. And with the clothes being dark, I can't really see if there are any ants abotu to climb into my hand. Therefore, I have grab the bunches only with the tips of my fingers, and then check my hand as I put the clothes in the washer. And then it all starts over again.

And I totally see the humor in this. But it's hard to laugh when you've got murdering ants on your desk and monitor.

I just don't know why they chose my room. My sister's a pig, and there's shit all over her floor. Why not hers?

On a lighter note, I may have the b-day fic and the next chapter of TFtWH by New Years. I'm re-reading the HP books since I haven't read them in ages and I kind of feel I'm getting too separated form the characters to write them properly. So, next time you see something written by me, the people should in character.

So, other than that, not much has happened to me lately. My life has returned to something resembling normality after those rather-hectic last two weeks. Ah, vacation.

About the whole thing with the AGB. As I predicted, Monday was hell. Fortunately, I got the chance to dig around a bit, expecially with the AGB not being there. And finally, today I found out that the AGB has been pressuring Jem, too. So, apparently the idiot figured he could fix everything by talking to both of us?

I'm still all confused, but I can't be pissed anymore. It's almost the end of the semester and I have a million assignments due, along with a really big project I haven't even started. So, really, the AGB is not a very big problem.

Jem wanting to kick my ass, however, is. Unfortunately, the AGB telling her not to kick my ass is only making things worse, I think. So I wish he wouldn't because I can take care of myself. Or, worst case scenario, have her ass kicked.

So I apologize to my readers: TFtWH won't be done for a while.

And I apologize to japonicastar: I don't even have a plot for the b-day story!

To Find the Way Home has now been updated. Chapter 14(?) has been put up, only three weeks (about) since I uploaded the last one. See, isn't everyone proud of me? Congratulate me! Odds are you all have the link to it, but it's here. It's a rather fluffy chapter, and the plot finally gets to move. I also changed the summary, since it hardly seemed to match anymore. This is the new summary.

Harry has been living with his godfather Matt since his parents' death, so what happens when he finds his life has been a lie? Can Harry establish a relationship with those who were stolen from him; those he was stolen from? And is he safe from Voldemort, who is quickly becoming a threat to the Wizarding World for a second time...

Is that any good? Well, actually, it doesn't fit on Ff.net, but that's the official summary.

And, if anyone here plays neopets, remember the Advent Calendar started today.

TFtWH is done and will be posted shortly.

Let me start this off with quizzes!

You're a Dialogue/Character Writer!

What kind of writer are you?
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and

Alright, then. Not much to say, really. Except that I forgot to put my contact info in my last post. You can reach me here.

I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving.

Edited because I apparetly did it wrong the first time.

I stole this from japonicastar. ^_^ I don't expect anything, of course, but I'd like to post it anyway.

( Rules of the Game )

Now, of course, here is my list!

( My Wishlist )

Okay, finished. I'm tired.

Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: None, Simpsons

And you know what's even more amazing? Teenage stupidity.

I feel bad for laughing about this, but I suspect I'll get over it.

One of the crackheads, a boy we'll call George for a lack of any other name, is in deep you-know-what. Now, I've never liked George. Granted, I barely know George. Well, of all the crackheads, he's one of the most unpleasant. In fact, he would be a crackhead if he could afford crack. George irritated me because... well, because of his attitude. The one time I ever spoke a word to him was because he thought I was new to the group. See, he was the one that was new to the group. It just so happened that he came on a day I wasn't there, and I missed two consecutive days that week, so when I came back to school, it was on his third day there.

He thought he knew everyone there, and I guess he was trying to prove himself or something. So he goes up to me and tries to hit on me. I tried to be polite, but he just didn't get the hint. The funny thing is, though, that the AGB was right there. Well, not right there, but nearby, and he was listening to everything this guy was saying. And he was laughing, too, that stupid idiot.

So I guess George thought I wasn't picking up on his ... er, advances, so he got a little more aggressive with them, especially after I tried to leave politely. So, the AGB and I having been broken up for a while, I couldn't really use that excuse. The person to save me, ironically enough, was Ash, who would later betray me several times for the benefit of the AGB. But those are other stories.

So this guy didn't get the hint, even then, and for a couple of weeks after that he kept trying to get my attention, especially after he found out I was actually an established member of the group, unlike him. Well, through this whole thing, the AGB was laughing. I don't know if it was because he knew how uncomfortable I was, or because he knew George was wasting his time. Either way, he stopped laughing and started getting a bit ticked when George had the gall to ask me to Homecoming, but that, too, is a different story. ^_^

Right, I'm getting off topic.

Okay, so this George fellow, in short, is a conceited wannebe... pimp. Yeah, I think that's the word I'm looking for. Now, he's barely a part of the group. Most of the people in the groups that know him don't like him, so he's just kind of a hanger on because his best friend is one of the original members of our group.

Well, it seems he and a bunch of his friends decided to go to TJ and get drunk. This is not unusual in itself, though it's the first time George ever did it. From what I've heard, he told his parents he was staying with a friend. They were going to party in TJ, stay at a hotel, and come back Sunday afternoon, so they would be less likely to be caught by those border people (because even though the drinking limit there is 18, half of these guys weren't even 17).

Well, that was the plan. They went, they had fun, and they tried to come back Sunday afternoon. Keyword being tried. As it turns out, George is Mexican. An illegal immigrant from Mexico. From what I've been told, he didn't know this himself. He either thought he had been born in the US, or he thought he was already a citizen. And he wasn't.

I can't even imagine what it must be like to call your parents and tell them you went partying in Mexico and forgot your birth certificate and the U.S. immigration officers are being assholes and not letting you through even though you're obviously an american citizen, much less calling them to tell them that they're going to have to pay a couple of grand to smuggle you across the border again because you never realized you weren't one. 

I mean, it sucks, but at the same time, it was his own fault. Mary told me that his best friend told her his parents didn't have the money to bring him over again, so that they would probably send him the money for him to get to wherever it is the rest of their family live in Mexico.

I know he should have been smarter about it, but that just has to suck.

On a brighter note, I got some work done on TFtWH.

Current Mood: Amused and kind of sympathetic

A Beauty and the Beast Analysis.

There is a single, most important lesson to be learned from that movie. And I think Disney did an excellent jobshowing us the importance of it.

The French are liable to break out in song.

All kidding aside, there's a lot that movie doesn't tell you. I mean, the prince is conveninetly in his early 20's. You know in real life Belle would be like 17 and he'd be in his forties. Not only that, but Gaston's propositions wouldn't all be as decent as marriage. And if the Prince had happened to have his mistress or any girl he was having a casual fling with in the castle, would she have turned into a sex toy or a blow-up doll. I mean... nevermind, it's a Disney movie. I'll behave.

And the prince never gets a name! I mean, you know where the movie ends? I think this is probably how the next part went, though we don't get to see it.

Belle: Oh, Beast, I'm so happy.
Prince: Beast? Excuse me, but my name is Dylan Iriago Cartwright Kersh. The fourth.
Belle: Well, what am I supposed to call you?
Prince: I don't know, but ponder that while I go find my mistress.
Belle: Fine, then, you Dick.

This is, of course, after Mrs. Potts(?) and Maurice have a quickie in a closet somewhere, and chip stumbles on to them, not only traumatizing himself for life, but starting an intense hate against his mom.

But don't worry, I'm sure it'll be part of the storyline for the sequel.

I have this girly cousin who's obsessed with that Disney thing, the princess one. You know, the one with Belle, Aurora, Snow White, and Cinderella. The first time I saw them, I was like are "all of these actually princesses in their own right?" The the second time I saw them, I was like, "wait, I don't know if all of these are actually princesses. Sleeping Beauty: Yeah, she got sent away. Snow White? Yeah, the evil witch is her stepmother, right? Cinderella: wait, I think her father was just rich. Because then they wouldn't have gotten an invite to the ball, right? And Belle? Hey, Disney cheated! She's an inventors daughter!"

Well, I spent a good hour contemplating the evil genius that is Disney. I mean, they just stuck on the last two so they could have more variety. Then I realize they all find their own princes. So, apparently, they are all princesses by marriage, if not on their own. Although I think Disney is being a little too quick to assume that marriage will follow. Well, Cinderella, they have Cinderella II, so we know they get married. Besides, I think we get to see the wedding, don't we? But Belle could easily say, "You know, you're too pretty for my tastes. I think I'll reconsider Gaston. I hear the stitched him up pretty good."

Speaking of which, I feel bad for Belle. She'd only be a Princess by marriage, while the other three are nobility in their own right. I mean, you know at these 'Princess' meetings they all stick their noses up at her and giggle when they look at her. They must be bitches to her. I can't imagine these four girls together. It's in their very natures to like each other, but yet... it would be like that HP comic online where the Mary-Sues all have their own house and then they destroy each other because there can only be one. My money's on Belle. I think her regular upbringing would give her an advantage. I know she seems kind of clueless, but I'm a bit like that, and that doesn't mean I can't fight. (Which, I can't.) I just assume Belle isn't the kind to mind dirtying her hands a bit.

Well, this has been a useless post. Ignore my ramblings, it's just that I slept all evening and woke up to my sister watching Beauty and the Beast. I'm not fully awake.

Apologies if I have perverted the movie for you. I assure you this whole thing is in good fun. ^_^

Current Mood: melancholy
Current Music: She's Our Guest - Beauty and the Beast