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Monday, September 6th, 2004
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mood is  geeky music is Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song
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It's exceedingly dorky of me, but you know? I'd forgotten how much I really liked Due South fanfic. And I've never even seen the show. I am such a nerd. Bwahahaha.
Going to the optometrist to get rid of my glasses today. Well, persciption today, actual contacts god only knows when. Woot.
Short post. Ah well, it's real early for me. I'm tired. XD |
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Thursday, September 2nd, 2004
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mood is  drained music is Vast - I Don't Have Anything
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Whew, it's been a rough couple of weeks. 6 days kills me, and every time I ask for a few extra days off, I get called in. And yet, when I am sick, no one will come in for me, and I have to work anyway. Which doesn't help me get any better. XD
Volunteer stuff is going grand. Got most of the hours from the execs, not sure I got them all though...need to ask the radish about that.
Been trying to think of ways to earn a little extra money, besides putting in overtime at work. I could draw furry porn and sell it on Furbid for 20$ a pop...and I will laugh for DAYS if I actually do that. But I was thinking about it, which scares me, cause I generally DON'T draw porn. Unless you count chibi-sex, which I don't. :P
I got a bunny! Well, me and my roomate did. Too young to tell if its a boy or a girl yet, but we call it a 'her', so it's probably a boy. All white with one black eye. CUTE and playful little thing. Not scared of us at all, which is great.
I FINALLY went grocery shopping today, which is good, because I haven't been eating enough these last few weeks. Haha, never thought I'd say that. Haven't been eating enough. But it's true, and it's wearing me out, so I'm going to try to eat a big meal at least twice tomorrow.
Well, that's about all for this update. Toodles. |
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Monday, August 23rd, 2004
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mood is  sleepy music is SIlent Hill 4 - Room of Angel
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The very second he awoke, he knew something was wrong. The taste of copper was on his tongue, his eyes seemed glued shut. He was lying on the floor, he knew. He could feel the rough wooden boards under his hands. There was something else against his leg. Chair, his mind told him. One arm jerked slightly in response to an urge he barely registered, reaching for the overturned table he somehow knew lay next to him. It was then he thought to draw a breath, and couldn’t.
One hand clawed at the floor, while the other clutched his stomach. The dampness there startled his eyes open, and he drew the hand close to his face. The thick liquid was black in the gloom of the shattered cabin. Blood?
I’m going to die…the words formed on his lips, desperate, but there was no air to give them life and they died as they were conceived. His struggles to breathe slowed, and then stopped. Air never reached his lungs.
He stared at the cracked ceiling for several minutes before it occurred to him that he wasn’t dead. He rolled over, slowly, his body barely responding to the commands he gave it. He gagged, and coughed. Congealed blood splattered on the floor. I almost suffocated, he thought, on my own blood.
Blood. It was everywhere. A puddle covered the area he had been laying. There were splatters on the wall. Two broken bodies lay in the corner and oddly, he felt only relief. He struggled to his feet, only to fall again, like a puppet with its strings cut. He noticed and odd sucking sound when he breathed, and realized it was coming from a gaping hole in his chest.
I’m going to die, he knew it this time, with cold certainty. He made it to his feet on the third try, and stumbled towards the sink. He clung to the counter and stared in the mirror. Black hair curled around his ashen face, and pale, pale amber eyes stared back at him. Dark blood seeped from his nose and mouth. So this is what I look like.
He took slow, shuffling steps to the door. Outside, he paused on the porch to watch the wan sun struggle to rise behind hazy clouds. He realized he had forgotten to breathe again.
I’m not going to die. He limped slowly in the direction of town and the nearest Healer. The rocky dirt path wound around scraggly trees and clumps pf gray weeds. The world felt empty, but in the distance, a crow called.
I…I think…I’m dead already.
Fer dee radish. Haven't written anything like this in a long, long time. Might draw a pic to go with it. Maybe. |
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mood is  groggy
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At the prodding of the loveliest radish in the known universe, I have arisen from LJ death to ravage the comunity as a flesh eating zombie!!
I haven't been here in a very, very long time, so everyone drop me a hello so I can eat your brai...I mean, get re-aquainted. Hope to talk to you all soon!
-Kaiven |
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Saturday, October 25th, 2003
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Yeah. I'm posting. Woot.
Yaoi-con was a BLAST!!! I got to see lots of people, meet lots of people, and do lots of things. Working at the V-desk was, as always, a nice happy fulfilling experience. I didn't draw much this year...unless you count the buckets of chibisex I did. I'm saving most of my drawing for the post-con-muse-dance, which should last for the next week or so.
Did some oekaki today...my second ever! Go here to see it. Oooglay. But...eh. Some newer character designs. ^^;
Tonight, I am going to a drag show. At a bar. A gay bar. With drag queens. XD I don't know whether to be excited or scared...but I do know that I'ma gonna lurve it. XD
I need to put a bra on. my boobs are feeling floppy.
On that note, I'm leaving to put on a bra.
Bubye!! |
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Monday, January 20th, 2003
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mood is  apathetic
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I slept through most of my day off. Rats, I wanted to...do stuff.
Oh well.
I shall draw SOMETHING tonight. Not sure what yet, but SOMETHING.
...then again, maybe not. Turns out I'm going to a party instead. ...is it a bad thing that I resent my social life because it keeps me from doing the things I want to do?
...maybe I'll take some stuff to draw there. |
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Friday, January 17th, 2003
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mood is  hyper music is Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch
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You know you're really happy/excited/hyper when you race up and down the hallway, leap over the couch and run into a wall chasing a cat.
I blame K.
That is all. |
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Tuesday, December 31st, 2002
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mood is  awake
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Chris and Cancan came over!!
Yay!
I got a nice present. |
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Sunday, December 29th, 2002
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Wednesday, December 25th, 2002
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Sunday, December 15th, 2002
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I've finally moved!
I found a small stack of OLD writings. Y'know, poems and stuff. I was a pretty good poet, once. Will post some of it tomorrow, after I've slept. I had to be at work very early today. |
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Friday, November 22nd, 2002
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mood is  contemplative
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Last night I had a dream about a serial killing ghost.
Very weird, but cool.
This is going into that huge pile of unused conceptions and plotlines that's hovering in the back of my head.
Things I wish I had:
More time. More talent. The ability to follow through. |
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Sunday, November 17th, 2002
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mood is  pensive music is Stabbing Westward - Television
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My fingertips are slightly burned.
It makes it mildly painful to draw.
I think I will anyway. |
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Saturday, November 16th, 2002
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mood is  sleepy
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I slept a lot.
Ate a little.
Gonna get dressed and then go.
Gonna be hungry afterward.
Better get food money.
Yup. |
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Wednesday, November 13th, 2002
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