Fri, 14 Mar 2008 08:22:27 GMT

I guess I'll just have to live with writing an Every Seven Months livejournal extravaganza instead of an Every Two Days livejournal post like a normal person. I've never been very good at keeping up journals, but this is just pathetic.

This is me attempting to address, in order, things that have been important in the past few months (will no doubt give myself an enormous headache attempting to do so):

--I finished writing my new fanfic. Naturally, this means I've really only just started it. Have been editing it like a madman, ripping entire sections out and throwing them dramatically into my fireplace, raving like a lunatic at characters that only I can see, and consulting experts in, but not limited to, the fields of quantum physics, behavioral psychology, Old Testament scripture, linguistics, and differential calculus. I'm almost finished editing, or so I like to tell myself, but I'm not sure if I'll ever really be able to let go. What started off as a 15K novella has warped into a 60K monster of an epic. What can I say? Some of these Harry Potter characters are shameless attention whores, absolutely shameless.

-- For the past month and a half, I've had some kind of retrograde virus. It started off as a hacking cough, puntucated periodically by glandular infections and stomach cramps, and then warped into flash fevers and night sweats, and has now settled somewhere between Mono, Diptheria, and TB. I've been to the doctor three times and the general consensus is, "Maybe pnuemonia but probably actually not, have some more antibiotics and funny looking pills."

-- Lately I've perfected the art of Wasting Time. I'm not joking, at this point in my high school career I could probably outwaste, outprocrastinate, or outstall just about anybody. It's not just that I don't do my homework (which I don't), it's that I don't do anything I'm supposed to. Things that Aren't Homework but that are Also Productive include applying for scholarships, writing, editing my story, editing other people's stories, bannering, designing, writing lessons, tutoring, any number of potentially fun and useful things. Things that are Not Only Not Homework but that Also Aren't Productive that I opt to do instead of all of those things include Myspacing, Youtubing, reading Wikipedia, reading other peoples' blogs, AIM, searching random topics on Google and reading each page on those, becoming a self-proclaimed expert in the history of British punk-pop from 1970-1980, Marie Antoinette, Algorithms, and Munchenhausen's Syndrome. I should join one of those trivia contests for people who know myriad useless facts about loads of obscure topics. I admit it, I'm addicted to wasting time. Words like "responsibility" and "ambition," my brain is all like, "WHA?!"

-- I've also discovered the show Gossip Girl, which doesn't help with the time-wasting thing or the I'm-currently-broke thing at all.

-- Everyone I know has been in an almost-constant state of mental/emotional meltdown due to the imminent arrival of college acceptance and rejection letters. Those who've been rejected from top-choice schools are prone to dropping expensive labware during Honors Physics and bursting into tears in the middle of AP English. Those who haven't heard anything yet are in that annoying giddy-pretend-excited-nervous state, constantly jittery and jumped-up on caffeine, twitching at small noises or the word "university," constantly leaving class to check their emails. Oy. And of course, the smugness of the few saps who've procured early acceptance to Stanford or Yale radiates for MILES; everybody avoids them at all costs and they usually show up to class five minutes late, jaunty and brightly dressed in their future school colors, whistling the school fight song under their breath. What, me, bitter? Nooo. Actually, I'm 3 for 3; I've been accepted everywhere I've applied so far, but I still haven't heard from my top choices. The Mother has taken to staking out our mailbox and opening all my mail before I get home from school. It's a disaster: really, it is. The madness comes to an end April 1st, thank God.

-- On a more pleasant note, spring break starts in less than fourteen hours! Hooray for an entire week of wasting endless amounts of time. :D

Well, cheers. I'll be here again in seven months, on the dot. Or not. Actually, I'll try to update more regularly.

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 10:13:21 GMT

Well hi.

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So basically cmwinters bugged me to get a livejournal the other day in a chat and I didn't really feel like making one but then I started to feel guilty and then I realized I needed a place to call my very own anyway and then I grudgingly created one and then I got a little carried away with the decorations and now I have this shiny new journal that I have no idea what to do with. So. :)

If I know you, friend me. If I don't know you, friend me anyway and I'll get to know you. :D

For now, I'll just use this to archive random drabbles and graphics and other miscellaneous things that never had their own home before. Like this drabble I wrote for a game of truth or dare.

The dare: Write a drabble incorporating whipped cream, Bellatrix, a typewriter, catnip, a box of saltine crackers, and a flobber worm named Boo-Boo.

Bellatrix Lestrange smirked slightly, removing her wand from her robes in a fluid motion. Ron Weasley sat resolutely in a hard backed chair, secured there by rope fastenings she had produced.

“Do you know who I am?” she whispered, voice taking on the quality of spiked velvet.

“Yes,” Ron spat loathingly, eyes gleaming in the dim red light. “You’ll never get me to tell you where Harry is. No matter what you do. Crucio me all you’d like.”

Bellatrix laughed, a cruel laugh. “You think, young Weasley . . . you think that the Cruciatus . . . is the best I can do?”

The resolution on his face slipped momentarily. She continued, gaining confidence. “You may have heard stories, young Weasley . . . horrible stories . . . tales of pain and misfortune from those who managed to escape my clutches. Well, it all comes down to this.”

She lodged the tip of her wand firmly into his mouth, and he gave her a fleeting look that clearly said, “What the hell?”

She grinned as a flash of light lit up the insides of his mouth.

He screamed in sickening pain as she removed the wand.

“What did you do?! What did you– ARGH!”

But his words came out garbled, because a small something had attached itself to his tongue.

“Meet my flobberworm,” Bellatrix snarled. “Do you know what his name is, Weasley? DO YOU KNOW?!”

He managed another high pitched scream.

“It’s Boo-Boo. Fitting, don’t you agree? Yes, yes, you do agree. Boo-boo is the most deadly flobberworm known to mankind. My secret . . . feed him a mixture of catnip and twenty-one saltine crackers a day. But alas . . . you will never live to tell anyone my secret. You’ll be driven mad in mere hours. How do you think I tortured the Longbottoms?”

She was breathing hard, spit flecking her chin, as she gazed lovingly at the demonic flobberworm lodged in Ron’s mouth.

She sat down, shaking with excitement and elation, and typed out a message on an ancient wizarding typewriter. “To Potter: if you do not show yourself to the Dark Lord within two hours, Ronald Weasley faces death by flobberworm. Love, Bellatrix.”

She stood up as Ron screamed again, smirking at the delicious sound of teeth cutting through flesh.

“I’m going to go take a whipped cream bath,” she told him, shivering in excitement at the very idea.

Yes. So. Now that everyone knows I'm a raving lunatic, I'll leave the introduction at that.

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