http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Lawren&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Lawren en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:48:43 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/20444807/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/20444807/ Thu, 11 Sep 2008 18:56:21 PDT
Well, 2 weekends in a row... this has got to be some kind of record...

Anyway, it's thrusday night and I htough I'd see if I could get on. See, my internet is dialup, and if that isn't bad enough, my phone line sucks... I can only get on the net from 11 at night to 7 in the morning after that there's too much static in the phone lines... Someone explane that to me... I've got to get someone out here to check the lines...

Well, it's turning cold in Michigan and I' about ready to start working my ass off again. It cost us $700 a month last year to heat our house... which is almost half of my girlfriend and I's salary. So, I'm about to start working on an addition to house a wood furnace... which I have to design and build... Yeah, I know... 'burnin' down the house'

No, I've already sketched the design, I just have to find the materials, then get some more welding wire and put myself to work... As for this weekend, I get to measure twice and cut four times, cause somehow the boards are always too long...

Then i get to build some heat ducts, dig holes, and tunnel under a foundation....

Man of many skills, master of none, that seems to be my pedegree these days...

Anyway, just a look into my life right at this moment...

]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/20349065/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/20349065/ Fri, 05 Sep 2008 22:41:29 PDT
15 inches of fresh powder coated the frozen michigan soil. Making the 20 feet to my ‘75 chevy nova seem like 20 miles. The storm had hit suddenly, seeming to coat everything in it’s harsh winter whiteness. Any other day I would have given in and returned empty handed but, I had not fed in a week. Faced with no other choice I remained.. To wait longer would have been reckless. The door had frozen shut, forcing me to work hard to break the seal of ice. Smack! It came open with a bang and collided with a old tranny laying in a drift of snow. I winced in pain thinking of the damage done. My eyes patrolled the snow drifted remains of my front yard. Catching sight of many other derelict parts. Most left overs from my random transformations. Describe some, maybe suiciding doors or the reverse hood on the nova.)Hoods, doors, fenders, engines, trannies. If a car needed it, odds were it was laying around here somewhere.
“Man this place looks like shit,” My voice came out harsh in the quiet (empty) winter stillness. I knew what my project was going to have to be once the warmer days made a come back. I didn’t make it out here often. Least of all for leisure. Today had been an exception, it was the closest of my feeding grounds.
Settling into the seat I caught my image in the rear view mirror. At roughly six one, I didn’t exactly tower over my peers, but then I still had some beat. My shoulder length dust blonde hair dangled annoyingly over my pale skin. It needed cut bad, it wasn’t going to be. The bright blue eyes that spakled back at me had to be my best feature. Both bright and faintly luminescent. The nose crooked to one side ever so slightly that you’d have to stare to notice. A tight, smirky smile crossed my thin lips. They parted. A flash of fang.
My clothes were generic,(in style, grace, and manufacture.) all knock offs. A tight fitting black t slightly overlapping the exposed belt loops of a new pair of black jeans. A pair of black Steele toed boots completed this highly neurotic winter outfit. The cold wasn’t a problem. I reached over to the back seat, groping for my one single embellishment. A black Italian stone pressed leather jacket. Hey everyone needs a little style.
I quietly slid the key into the ignition and turned. The Nova roared to life and died in the same breath. Giving up on being polite my foot jabbed the accelerator petal to the floor repeatedly and gave the key another twist. She roared to life and purred like the tame little lion she was.

Maybe not the greatest, but seriously, that opening used to drive me insane, I hated it... Now, not so much... but I glad that I got rid of it. Mainly because now that I'm rewriting, so much has changed of the story, that opening would no long fit. More characters have emerged, and the whole thing is nothing like it was... Originall Cam was still living in the town, now, he's been gone for something like 18 years... So, this place isn't his anymore. In the original it wasn't a home, it was a hunting ground. A place he went to feed, and tinker on vehicles. Now, returning to Black Mountain, this the place he goes first. It was, and to him, still is his home.

So what's the point to all this? Nothing, I just felt like talking story for a few minutes. Thanks for listening...

]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/19543328/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/19543328/ Tue, 22 Jul 2008 19:18:11 PDT
]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/16345262/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/16345262/ Thu, 10 Jan 2008 14:56:46 PST
God I know it's been forever since anyone heard a peep from me. May 15th 2007 to be precise...

Sometime I ask myself why I even bother. How many of you really remember me? For a few years there the dA was just this huge part of my life, and for nearly a year and half I have hardly vested a moment in it. Not because I didn't want to, because i wasn't really given the option.

What happened in that year....

I met a girl, moved from home, thought life was grand, then got kickedi nte teeth. I had pretty much forsaken every member of my family. Put her above everyone else, and danced off into my own little lala land.

Life was good, for about a month. Then bills piled in, bills i had to pay. She needed spending money. Gas Money. Time away from me. I was crowding her...

Before too long it was chore, but I kept at it because I'm loyal. When I tell someone I love them it's because I do, and deep down I beleive that love conquers all...

I just have a tendency to beleive that as long as there's love, then anything can be overcome. I guess there just has to be love on both sides. Oh, there was love, don't get me wrong, but a person has to be just a little self involved. A little less in it for themselves.

I read somewhere that the reason so many relationships fail these days is because people care soley for themselves, and hardly at all for others...

Lastly, the break-up.

And she broke up with me, Hah!

She dumped me for some little 16 year old hick she met at the fairgrounds... it's almost too karmically perfect... Have you all seen those Karma comercials lately... Yeah, it was that good....

Like i said, she was always complaining about needings space, tyhat I was crowding her, that I wouldn't let her have any friends and that I was always an asshole to the ones she had. The thing is, I was continuously telling her she needed friends, that she needed to meet new people, And the whole crowding thing... Let me put it this way, Why do you think I wasn't on the dA hardly for a year and a half...
Seriously, if I left the room we started fighting... She'd get on the internet the entire time I was at work, but the moment I got home it was all for her....


So she dumped me...

And I cried, yeah I'm a puss, what can I say? Say what you will, it's my nature and I don't give a shit. I purged, then moved on.

But of course, she wouldn't let it go. It's a situation I've never heard of, but somehow I developed a break-up stalker, who broke up with me... I’ve never had a stalker, never thought I would, but that’s what happened. And she wasn’t the nice kind of stalker. She basically hounded me at work, telling me how I was going to do things for her. Give her my truck for example. She even went to the extent of having her boyfriend try and tell me what to do...

At the time I thought I still wanted her, until the police thing...

But that’s another story. Who know’s, maybe someday I’ll write it. Suffice it to say. I got the truck. I got my life. And she got to say bye-bye.

THANK GOD!!!

In the meantime,

The Ex actually pissed me off enough that I actually did something I’ve never done before. I picked myself up and grabbed a set of balls. I asked a girl out. A nice, normal, slightly better than average looking girl who to me looks beautiful. I Love her, and for once, The love is being returned. On the 13th we’ll have been together for six months, and we’ve only had one fight. Over something piddly and stupid, that was quickly resolved.

]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/12965564/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/12965564/ Tue, 15 May 2007 13:12:00 PDT .... and girls....
Okay, hey girls....
I guess, seeing as how looking at my friends list I only just realized about 95% of my watchers are women....

Yeah, whatever....

Anyway....

Wow, so much has changed since I last updated. Well, I'm living away from home finally. Not alone, with my girlfriend. We fight and argue sometimes, but things are pretty good.

I haven't written duddits in forever. Nothing. Okay, a few rewrites... like a page or so... I'm still jotting idea's down. Mostly for Beck's Guard and Masque, the Hunters Novellette... I've got idea's for The Clearing... actually, those have been surfacing pretty regular here recently, so I guess it is all three then.

I've been managing to get on pretty regular here recently, but for only like 20 minutes to half an hour at a time... once a day. So really no time to clear lists yet....

Sorry guys.... er, girls... I deleted a hole poopload of journals. Some as far back as december of last year.... scary... I didn't think they were really relevant anymore. I hope there was nothing really important in there, if there was, note me!

Umm... Well,....

I don't know, I'll let you all know the rest in a week or so...

]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/12002854/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/12002854/ Wed, 28 Feb 2007 16:02:21 PST
Nothing new to post really...

]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/11082032/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/11082032/ Sat, 16 Dec 2006 09:20:11 PST
But, oh well, those of you who got comments from me know that... Bowiegirl, I deleted a boatload of your pictures, I'm sorry, I appologize, but for the most part they were all of the same doll but in different locales and stances... I commented on a few, but thought that the effort would be lost if I were to do it on all... I looked at everyone one though, don't doubt....

I don't know... just thinking lately, getting bored as christmas moves further toward us and winter gathers us more firmly in it's grasp (though strangely all traces of snow dissappeared from here this past week), that it's getting to be time for writing... it's getting to be there again, somewhere, close to the surface, only waiting for me to ask it forth... and I want to do that so badly, only as grasping at the time, trying to stop the clock and give me the moments I need...

EateroftheDead did something here on the dA, something that I participated in that I don't beleive ever went anywhere, because people said they'd participate, said they'd write, and then never did (if I'm wrong Eater, correct me, because I would love to read more of twist, I want to know what happened soooooo bad). What I was wondering, was if I started, who on here is with me, who would help be build a universe, characters, a story.... I don't know who they would be, where they would be going, or what they would running from/fighting against.... because my love is for vampires and darkness my mind tells that that is where they will dwell/ because my mind is my mind, it tells me that that might not be so, that I won't know until I ask to meet them...

How it works is, I write a chapter, a starting point of a story, I'll give an outline of what type of a world it takes place in, real, fictitious, is there magic, vampires, all that sort of stuff... and then those who wish to join me, if there are enough, and in an order that will be decided later, write the next chapter... and the next, and the next, until the story is concluded... New characters can be introduced, new storylines, backstory, plot,... everything that's there in a real story, with no ego's to complain if something doesn't go the way we pictured it....

And don't say you will if you won't, I can't handle the dissapointment

What say ye?

]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/10923964/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/10923964/ Sat, 02 Dec 2006 10:56:47 PST
Anyway. I know I'm never around... You all know the excuses, and they're all true... I do have a job, I have work... I have a girlfriend, I still live with my parent... which ic pretty much killing everything. Eight hours of work, Eight hours of sleep, Running to town, Hanging out,... Umm, other... stuff...

There's a lot going on in my personal life... between me and Amanda, that I can't really talk about... sometimes I want to... Sometimes I need to... but I can't. Something terrible happened, and it's stuck in my head. I wasnt there, but it happened to her, and I couldn't stop it... and no matter how hard I try I see it in my head, everyday...



... Sorry...

What this journal was supposed to be about is telling you all that I"m... still around..... somewhere... Not often anymore... but I'm around....

Writings stalled, but not bumhugs, I'll get back to it sooner or later, I always do.

BEING TAKEN TO THE CAMP”
“Mrs. Copeland—”
“It’s Rhari, kid. Your making me feel like a shrew.”
“Mrs. Rhari, I’m been asked to request you remove any electronic devices you might have on your person before we go any futher.”
Rhari looks upset here, I’m sure says something....
...“With so many of us gathered in one spot, we emit an electronic pulse thingy...
Rhari finally explains to him to just call her Rhari, then
“What should(do) I call you?”
“kidd is good.”
“Like billy.”
“Who’s he?”
“Come on kidd, I’ll tell you all about him.”
They walk into the tree’s, end chapter.


“thunder.” A small child who had sat unnoticed beside him rose.... For Childe, and Thunders part....
“wiebke.” She pouted. Large brown eyes brimming with wet, wet tears.
“thunder.” Childes voice was quiet disappointment.
“wiebke! wiebke!”
“thunder,” He said, and the tone of pleading in his voice was unmistakable. (In german, "Wir müssen sie glauben machen") “We must make her believe.”
(Okay, the girl is a swift, but a rook version of one.. i.e. screwed up. She transforms from a child of perhaps 5 or 6 to a later years teenager.
Child Explaining: “There are side effects though. A child’s mind is much smaller than that of an adults. She forgets most of what she knows.”
The air rippled with plumes of heat... on her changing, the way hear makes ripples in the air. Because her bodies metabolism is speeding up for the change. She can lose mass, unlike a regular swift.
“Where does the extra mass go?”
“Her body metabolizes it.”


Jim Carey wasn’t waiting for her in the terminal(or under it; the tarmac was a weathered and torn mess, but it still seemed like the gates of Troy after the Greek horde. Sadly, this respite would be just as short lived) when she disembarked from flight 197 in Rockford, Illinois. There was no limo waiting. No hint of the crisp winter air. No snow. Her briefcase didn’t say SAMSONITE and the—
It was too bad; she could have done with a weekend in Aspen.
Okay. Dreams and fantasies aside; it was time to switch into serious mode.
The tunnel that led from the plane into the terminal was small and narrow. Pink carpet jumped up to caress the soles of her blue swashed Nikes. The walls were a smokers shade of white, broken down the middle by a thick blue plastic bar. The air was stifling and hot. Chokingly bitter with scents: Cologne. Perfume. Ralph Lauren. Destiny. Spears. Cocaine. Marijuana. Tar. Death. Stale cigarettes. Stale beer. Sweat. Fear. Crazy. Insane.
The stately old woman with the hearing impairment who had sat next to her on the plane hurried past as Rhari lingered, fingers trailing over one blue railing, attempting to calm herself. The woman smelled stringently of talc and to a lesser degree those same scents Rhari’s nose must have detected over half the women passengers; perfume, nail polish, sweat; and oddly, chrysanthemums.
Rhari staggered and a male passenger half stopped as if in indecision as to whether or not he should help. Eyes trailing slowly upward over the light plaid carpet, Rhari watched the aristocratic form recede; hips wiggling menacingly, shoulders tight, arms in motion, the dark coal gray of her suit pulling tight in all the right places.
Somewhere close a passenger still waited. Rhari could feel his arms extended half toward her, half in indecision, half in worry. Was she sick? Was she hurt? Scents rushed at her, blinding, tight; chokingly tight. The roar of feet was thunderous, the thrum of voices the background riff to a monstrous guitar solo. Outside jet engines rumbled into takeoff position, the sun stumbled blithely through a smatterin... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/10416114/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/10416114/ Mon, 16 Oct 2006 18:37:35 PDT
Anyway, missing you all... and I am totally serious about that, no matter how lame, or self deprecating a statement that is... I finally have a life, sometimes still I wish I didn't....


Chapter 4
Meeting
42.28685 North
89.05238 West

Jim Carey wasn’t waiting for her in the terminal(or under it; the tarmac was a weathered and torn mess, but it still seemed like the gates of Troy after the Greek horde. Sadly, this respite would be just as short lived) when she disembarked from flight 197 in Rockford, Illinois. There was no limo waiting. No hint of the crisp winter air. No snow. Her briefcase didn’t say SAMSONITE and the—
It was too bad; she could have done with a weekend in Aspen.
Okay. Dreams and fantasies aside; it was time to switch into serious mode.
The tunnel that led from the plane into the terminal was small and narrow. Pink carpet jumped up to caress the soles of her blue swashed Nikes. The walls were a smokers shade of white, broken down the middle by a thick blue plastic bar. The air was stifling and hot. Chokingly bitter with scents: Cologne. Perfume. Ralph Lauren. Destiny. Spears. Cocaine. Marijuana. Tar. Death. Stale cigarettes. Stale beer. Sweat. Fear. Crazy. Insane.
The stately old woman with the hearing impairment who had sat next to her on the plane hurried past as Rhari lingered, fingers trailing over one blue railing, attempting to calm herself. The woman smelled stringently of talc and to a lesser degree those same scents Rhari’s nose must have detected over half the women passengers; perfume, nail polish, sweat; and oddly, chrysanthemums.
Rhari staggered and a male passenger half stopped as if in indecision as to whether or not he should help. Eyes trailing slowly upward over the light plaid carpet, Rhari watched the aristocratic form recede; hips wiggling menacingly, shoulders tight, arms in motion, the dark coal gray of her suit pulling tight in all the right places.
Somewhere close a passenger still waited. Rhari could feel his arms extended half toward her, half in indecision, half in worry. Was she sick? Was she hurt? Scents rushed at her, blinding, tight; chokingly tight. The roar of feet was thunderous, the thrum of voices the background riff to a monstrous guitar solo. Outside jet engines rumbled into takeoff position, the sun stumbled blithely through a smattering of light storm clouds. Rhari’s breath whistled down her closing throat.
She felt something touch her shoulder, a hand, and rocked in shock as his smells washed over her, washed over her as though the mans touch was the destruction of a wall, or the dropping of a shield; the end of distraction?
The smell of urine, light, but there—probably dribbled to a pant-leg after a hurried shaking—the sickly sweet tinge of some heavy aftershave; and vellum: Calf skin. A scent that could never be forgotten once one had visited the bowels of the councils archives. Flesh is a material that no amount of scraping and smoothing can mask—washed over her
Scent reveals more in one instant than a lifetime of comfortable forgery.
Rhari sighed, almost a sound of ecstacy. The tightness in her throat eased, in a moment vanished altogether. The world turned around her, effervescent slow, trickling like rain through a wet, gray fog. Shapes were indistinct, obscured through red veined eyes. The scrape of flesh sliding over her suede jacket was sandpaper over metal loud.
Rhari turned and stood, feeling the hunter fade slightly into the background. Not far, but far enough to free her thoughts. She needed time
(room)
to think.
The man who stood before of her was of medium build, tall, but not incredibly so, dressed loosely in the brown jacket and slacks of some fifth avenue connoisseur. The gray in his hair was a match to the suits’ charcoal striping, almost meticulously so. Together they complimented each other in a way that brought a less than handsome face some touch of down home country charm; country boy charm—absent a prime of fifteen years or more.
The gray of his hair did match the striping, but little else. Where in everything else he was dark, dark skinned, dark eyed—even dark dressed, and Rhari had the immediate impress... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/9855162/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/9855162/ Fri, 25 Aug 2006 20:21:11 PDT
I owe everyone on here a big appology. Your all so great. You read my stuff, critique, offer pointers, help with grammar... some of you are real friends, a lot of you actually, and it's been so long since I've done likewise... been a friend that is... at least, that's the way it feels... I've neglected a part of my life for the past several months... brushed it aside and pretended it didn't exist... it wasn't exactly that, pretending it didn't exist, I just didn't/couldn't make time for it.... I'm sorry everyone. I missed all of you... Thunder, kuroinami, I owe both of you in particular special appologies... you were there for me... Thunder, you've probably helped me with my writing more than anyone on the dA. I'm a better writer for making your aquaintance... kuroinami... I don't know how to say it... you made my life lighter... joking, rp... talking... it all made a difference... and I'm sorry that I left that...

I know I'm not mentioning everyone on here... I'm sorry to all of you absent, included in the consensus but not spotlighted.... all of you, everyone, has contributed to my continued presence here on the dA... For that I thank you. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/9193624/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/9193624/ Mon, 26 Jun 2006 20:27:54 PDT
Working on my car....


and work....


but mostly working on my car. I blew the engine in my ranger, took out the transmission at the same time. Don't ask me how, I'm not one of those people who go around hot rodding their vehicle.... Okay, I do a little bit....

But, anyway. So, basically, with sleep and work figured into a day, I have... had roughly 4 hours free a day. Four hours to change an engine and trans.... not so simple as that, but something like it. Going from a v-6 2.9 to a 302 v-8. Making motor mounts, adapting wiring, gas lines, power steering, making new brakets....

So, I've been driving my father car, yawning a lot, and feeling mostly crappy....


I just lost my job.... again.... no work for a week, which should mean more time to be online, more time to clear my dlist... but which in actuality, probably will not.... because I have to get the car going

-- THE END -- ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/9147348/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/9147348/ Thu, 22 Jun 2006 11:24:09 PDT
I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.

I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.

I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.

I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.

I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.

I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.

I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I BELEIVE IN, so I MUST not care.

I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.

I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.

I'm JAMICAN so I must smoke weed.

I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.

I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.

I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.

I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.

I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.

I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.

I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.

I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a stuck up whore.

I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.

I wear skirts a lot, so I MUST be a slut.

I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.

I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.

I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.

I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.

I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.

I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.

I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.

I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.

I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.

I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.

I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a big peter.

I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.

I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.

I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.

I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.

I'm INTO THEATER ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.

I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.

I don't OBSESS OVER SEX, so I MUST be gay.

I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a whore.

I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.

I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.

I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool.

I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.

I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO.

I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.

I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.

I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.

I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy.

I'm a STONER, so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.

I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.

I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon and fried chicken.

I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST have a small penis.

I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.

I'm PREP, so I MUST be rich.

I dont like the SUN so I MUST be albino.

I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.

I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.

I’m SHY, and because it’s hard for me to talk, I MUST think I’m better than you.


If you hate stereotypes and think people should just shut up and stop judging others, then POST THIS! Pick the stereotype that fits you the most, and put it in the subject when you re-post this. If there's one missing, add it.

Taken from kmhikari's journal [link] borrowed from vampyyri. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/9100892/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/9100892/ Sat, 17 Jun 2006 23:11:18 PDT
Hunters is still 'in the works'... as it's been for a while. If I ever got my computer up, I might make some real progress.... heres a prev. for some fun and laughter....

Rhari glanced outward, slid the thin plastic shield closed, and cowered into the soft foam padding of her seat. She bit back the whine that threatened to escape from her throat. This was wrong. All of it. If people were supposed to fly, they’d be born with wings, not arms.
Everything would be alright, her tiny, council installed and maintained, voice of reason whispered quietly. There was nothing to worry over. More people died in automobile accidents every year than in plane crashes. They had emergency exits, cars had air bags. They had oxygen masks, cars had sun roofs. Planes were safer. Yeah, right.
Ask someone what the survival rate of a plane crash is, then tell her which was safer.
Her luggage was packed safely overhead. Everything neat and safe in one little pack. Everything but her—. Rhari was weaponless once more. The lack of security only heightened her sense of the impending doom. The plane could crash. They could all go down in a fiery ball of napalm, so long as the Heckler and Koch was clutched protectively in her hands.
The silver nitrate would have made more sense, especially if she would be making a side trip into hell for a billion years or so, but her mind didn’t linger on the frivolities of her plan.
She couldn’t take any chances in the post-911 era. With the crazed American obsession with firearms aboard airplanes at the moment she’d have more luck carrying a bomb on board than a Glock. Once upon a time the latter would have been explainable. Now Rhari had a sense she might be able to talk her way out of a nuclear payload easier than the hollow-point slugs. The last thing she needed was to end up in an interrogation, or in prison... Political prison; with a bunch of right wing nuts who swore they were only upholding their right to free speech and the separation of church from state, or in this case, religion from politics. Religious persecution and racial slander, the basis of the United States immigration standards.
It might be interesting though; she might meet Hanibal Lector, or Sean Connery; trapped behind three inches of shatterproof plaxi-glass. Maybe Nicholas Cage would stop by and offer her a presidential pardon if she opted to lead himself and a group of heavily outfitted Navy SEALS into the abandoned ruins of le casa de’mois. Yeah Right. And then Keanu Reeves would offer her the blue pill or the red pill, so long as she got them out alive. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8987874/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8987874/ Tue, 06 Jun 2006 11:21:20 PDT
I want to be on the dA... I want to check out your stuff... every day I don't, I feel worse. It's not a guilt trip, it's ingrained into my moral code... that, and a lot of you are really cool, and I really do enjoy reading your stuff.

The Huntes is stalling, the biggest reason is because I'm trying to write it in the front room of the old house. My computer is packed up, my room is trashed, my desk is in the new double wide. So I have to work like 7 feet from a blasting t.v. set, and people talking... and walking around the house, and for me that doesn't work. The most I've written in a week I wrote at work last night, here it is.

Several stewardess’—excuse her, ‘flight attendants’—were making their rounds; passing out blankets, pillows, and salty, little prepackaged condiments the cognitive world liked to imagine were peanuts. She couldn’t see it, but Rhari distinctly heard the rattle of little card wheels, the tinkle of ice striking glass, bubbling champagne being poured.
The separation didn’t bother her, the blue felt curtain, Rhari had never liked champagne anyway. If you were going to drink, it shouldn’t be for recreation, at least, not for some little giddy feeling as some light, sparkling imposter tickled the back of your throat—it should be to get fucked up!
If Rhari was gonna get fucked up, she wanted it fast and hard, no pussyfooting around. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8821397/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8821397/ Fri, 19 May 2006 23:45:45 PDT Do you love me?
Will you love me forever?
Do you need me?
Will you never leave me?
Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?
Will you take me away and will you make me your wife?

Hahaha!!! now that everyone is totally and thuroughly freaked out... Alright. Im tired, and I'm generous. So, anyone who replied to my three Hunters action posts, if you want in, your in. Those people are:

EateroftheDead
kuroinami
bowiegirl1982
Scattle

If you want in, I want real names... sorry. I need real names. That's the deal. Pics also, if you've got them. Note me if you want in. Keep in mind, these won't actually be you, just your likeness in my story. Seing as how there are so many of you, and none of you caught the pageveiw(does that sound cruel?) you get really small parts... lol If there's a bigger part for you, I don't know it yet. Some of you might have bigger parts than others, don't get pissed, it's not my fault. Some of you may die, some may be killed, some may be tortured...

If it still sounds like a good deal, well, then do it. Note me, let me know you want in, then email me the photo's... that or just post them... or send me a link to a photo....

So everyone know's, Thunderssilence caught the pageview, but she's really sensative about giving her name out. I don't hold it against her, the world is full of freaks these days... I'm trying to work something out with her to get her in, but I'm still not sure how that's gonna work....

So, Back to Meatloaf....

Do you love me!?
Will you love me forever!?
Do you need me!?
Will you never leave me!?
Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life!?
Will you take me away and will you make me your wife!?
I gotta know right now
Before we go any further
Do you love me!!!?
Will you love me forever!!!?

Boy:
Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you my answer in the morning

Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you my answer in the morning

Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you my answer in the morning

Girl:
I gotta know right now!
Do you love me?
Will you love me forever?
Do you need me?
Will you never leave me?
Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?
Will you take me away and will you make me your wife?
I gotta know right now!
Before we go any further
Do you love me?
And will you love me forever?

Boy:
Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you my answer in the morning
Let me sleep on it!!!

Girl:
Will you love me forever?

Boy:
Let me sleep on it!!!

Girl:
Will you love me forever!!!

III. Praying for the End of Time

Boy:
I couldn't take it any longer
Lord I was crazed
And when the feeling came upon me
Like a tidal wave
I started swearing to my god and on my mother's grave
That I would love you to the end of time
I swore that I would love you to the end of time!

So now I'm praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don't think that I can really survive
I'll never break my promise or forget my vow
But God only knows what I can do right now
I'm praying for the end of time
It's all that I can do
Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!!! ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8812648/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8812648/ Thu, 18 May 2006 22:59:00 PDT ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8802496/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8802496/ Wed, 17 May 2006 21:07:03 PDT ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8793212/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8793212/ Tue, 16 May 2006 21:49:02 PDT
I just noticed that I'm nearing 1500 page views, normall I'd offer a short story for whoever grabs it, but I can't right now, things are hectic and I'm just too busy. So, instead, grab it and I'll give you a role in the new hunters epic (lol). I'll use either you name here on the dA, or your real name, your choice, and to some degree mine. I don't need a description of you unless you want to give me one, sex of the character is non-negotiable. Sorry, but if you a guy, you staying a guy, if your a girl, well, you not growing any extra body parts.... Okay, leaving now. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8793183/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8793183/ Tue, 16 May 2006 21:44:24 PDT
My computers in the other room, disconnected. I can't get to anything Hunters... and I'm going insane!!!!....

So, I got tagged, hope everyone enjoys!!!... I tag kuroinami, Bowiegirl amd Thunderssilence...lol... I always tag you guys don't I?... Okay, lets mix it up, I tag Forestshimmer and Tanwen as well!!!!....


SEVEN THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
-Write a novel
-Become a full time writer
-figure out the basics of an ‘outline’ and apply them to my own style of writing
-quickly abandon that whole ‘outline’ thing
-think outside the box
-get outside the box
-love

SEVEN THINGS I CAN'T (OR WON'T) DO:
-eat anchovies (EW!)
-dress in pink
-sing... in front of people
-flash... (trust me, the human body is not a beautiful thing... okay, it is... sometimes)
-make racial slurs... most of my family might, but I don’t go there
-eat pickled eggs. (Don’t like them, and can’t eat them. The only food I’ve ever found that automatically activates the upchuck reflex)
-treat people like shit... unless they deserve it... okay, only if they really, Really, piss me off...

SEVEN THINGS THAT ATTRACT ME TO MUSIC:
-lyrics
-beat
-rhythm
-vocals
-feeling
-volume
-chorus

SEVEN THINGS I SAY THE MOST:
-okey dokey
-okay speedy
-your(they’re) all going to die down here (in the Red Queens accent from RE)
-fuck
-like
-man
-Ah!

SEVEN MOVIES I COULD (OR DO) WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:
-Evil Dead Trilogy
-Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back
-Dogma
-Christine
-Highwaymen
-Elvira Mistress of the Dark
-Lost Boys

SEVEN VIDEO GAMES THAT THE STORY JUST GRABS YOU:
-Silent Hill (the original, this game just flat out freaked me out...)
-Final Fantasy 7, X and X2
-Resident Evil (also, the original)
-HACK
-Devil May Cry
-Evil Dead: A Fist Full of Boomstick
-Run Like Hell ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8705238/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8705238/ Sun, 07 May 2006 21:43:16 PDT
Lets see, we've been living in a dump for six years.. a trailer made in the early 70's that's falling apart and really kind of like a slum... really, truthfully... So, on my days off I've been digging holes and pouring concrete, leveling ground, yadda, yadda, yadda,... for the new doublewide we're finally getting. A lot of you know a lot about my past... but not 'a' lot... if thatt makes sense...

For example, how many of you know I lived upstate in the country in a 24 fpptcampter trailer with my father, younger brother, older sister and neice for a year? with nothing but a generator for power... infrequently, and no running water, no septic?... or that for three years after that we all lived in a two bedroom mobile home that was like sleeping in a tent... freezing cold... broken, rotted... and again, no septic or well... I went to junior high for tow of thsoe years, and high school for another year and a half of them... heating wather my the pan full to take a bath, filling two liter jugs an a neighbors and a cousins... bi-daily... I'm not complaining... I know there are families out there sleeping in cars... families out there sleeping in back alleys and cardboard boxes... I know because I know two of them, two, who have managed to pick back up the peices of their lives and finally get back on their feet... I'm just happy... happy to have something that's closer to an actualy house. Something that feels like a home aorund me... instead of this... I don't know what to call it... some of you should know, looking around and there are walls around you, but they don't feel like a home... there's nothing in them that really makes you want to stay... besides your family. The walls hold no warmth. They hold no nastalgic memories of childhood. The floors are cold and hard durring the winter, thick with sand every summer. the fleas crawl up your legs and bite you in the night like tiny, black vampires. Sleeping indoors once June has arrived is something like being inside of an industrial oven... no amoutn of fans can wash it away...

Anyway... sorry for that... you all know that I ramble. I'll try to get to your stuff when I may... God, I swear I'll try!... please, beleive me... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8623974/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8623974/ Sat, 29 Apr 2006 18:16:03 PDT
I'm soooo tired....it's saturday, I've been off since wednesday, and I'm still trying to catch back up on my sleep....The story is coming along. I've changed the name again, now it simply 'Masque'.....Simple. Sweet. I like it, and it has a significant purpose in more than just the mask that Rhari wears.... Of course, I've added below the tittle, 'A Hunters Novellette'....because I couldn't totally bring myself to drop the 'Hunters'.....

Anyway, I'll be on tomorrow, then off for the week, so any important questions or requests, as me between now and then...


Goodbye for now... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8536770/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8536770/ Thu, 20 Apr 2006 22:27:43 PDT
So, anyway. I worked the last week full time. 9 hour days...I get to go back to DURA monday...DURA makes autormotive brake components...No, not pads...but everything else. From foot pedal assemblies, to hand brakes, to emergency brakes...cables....yadda, yadda, whatnot.....

So, working on this novella for LostCause. Rewriting it mostly over the week...I'm on chapter two right now. I wrote a paragraph today...an actual paragraph that went at the end of what I already had wrote....and then I had to pack off and head to work...but, yeah...

So, I'm on chapter 2,....Rhari's being followed.....okay, I'll shut up and just post a little and everyone can tell me what they think...

Here is the opening...

It was half a block later when she saw the first of them, sticking mostly to the shadows, trying to fan out around her. There were three of them, moving from an alleyway to the slate greenness of a sidewalk. That in itself meant nothing. They could have been human. Tourists. Lost. Drunk. Both... all three.

They weren’t.

They moved in tandem, each behind the other in a sort of hunched-over crouch. A sneaking crawl, staying low in the shadows, sticking close to the buildings as they moved through the darkness. She still might have passed it off as nothing but odd behavior; she wouldn’t have, but anyone else might have, until something had sprinted across the street further ahead of her, just beyond her vision, but close enough to create a shadow in the falling rain.

She waited, and within minutes it was four figures slipping through the darkness just ahead and two her right. She sensed there were four more to her left, thought she might have seen one, but then the rain was falling harder, blinding, blocking out the gentle green rays of her vision.

They must have seen her, must have known that she had seen them, even if they didn’t know what she was, but for the moment both parties feigned ignorance.

Rhari hurried along, pressing her speed without bursting into a full out sprint, She still didn’t want a confrontation, but if it came down to one she wanted to put as much distance between herself and the presence of humanity as possible before she was forced into the encounter.

She couldn’t run. This deep into the city the buildings were mostly tall and brick, bunched too closely together to help in a quick escape. The alleyways were narrow, long and crowded. If they were human, running would be admitting that she had seen them, it would be breaking the game. If they were human she had a good chance at outdistancing them on the cold, uneven surface of the streets. The alleyways would have been trickier, the greater of the two dangers, but still doable. The darkness and the rain would only make things easier.

If they weren’t human, her biggest advantage: speed, meant squat. Running would signify that she was afraid. For most predators fear was a sign of weakness, weakness signified you as the slowest or oldest of the group. The easiest to take down.

If they were anything were-, afraid was just college shorthand for ‘eat me!’

and here is the rewrite of that high heels part....

She didn’t wear heels often. Never had, really. She couldn’t handle the pain when the toe of the shoe suddenly up and decides to try and swallow your foot. High heels should have been outlawed, or at least removed from store shelves and placed in that little room in back. The one with the sign on the door that says: Adults Only. They were terrible, painful little accessories that were hardly worth the few extra inches of leg. Leather, heels and straps; they were like torture devices for feet! She’d had a roommate in college who had worn stiletto’s, religiously, to every class and every party they’d ever attended. The girls closet had looked like the dungeon set of a cheep S&M porn shoot. The only time Rhari had ever seen her without them was on the beach. And even then, she’d worn them on the way there.

Any guy who couldn’t live with thirty-six inches of leg, but could live with thirty-eight, should just be taken out back of a building and shot. Rhari had the resources. A clean up team was just a phone call away. She loathed them, but at the same time was forced to accept them as a necessary evil... when the situation arose.

For a title...I'm still trying to figure one out. Right now it's a toss up between ' Hunters Moon' and 'A Huntress Moon'

Anyway, I'll leave you all alone now.... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8463507/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8463507/ Thu, 13 Apr 2006 21:04:06 PDT
I didn't write much today...but I made sure I at least wrote a page. That is my goal to getting my new story done on time. Write every day, even if it's only a page. I need 50 pages minimum...I added that up today....so, if I do a page a day...I'll have this finished up with plenty of time before it's due...plenty of time to rewrite...and rewrite...and maybe, just for the heck of it...rewrite one more time....lol....

Anyway...I've been freaking myself out....Why? Cause my main character is a girl....What do I know about girls?!...I'm not one...that's for sure...but there's all this really...feminen writing going on....stockings and nylons and blouses....and high heels.....I'm going to tell you guys and girls what I just had to run in my room and write down to replace a line that's been bugging me all day....the lady's present can tell me if this is wrong...or it there's something wrong with me...or both....

High heels should be outlawed, or at least removed from store shelves and placed in that little room in back. The one that says: Adults Only. They were terrible, painful little accessories that were hardly worth the few extra inches of leg. Leather, heels and straps; they were like torture devices for feet! Any guy who couldn’t live with thirty-six inches of leg, but could live with thirty-eight, should just be taken out back and shot. Rhari loathed them, but at the same time was forced to accept them as a necessary evil... when the situation arose.

Oh, here's another nice one...

She paused to removed the heels when the rain came down in one of it’s thickening gusts, tucking them toe first into the coats outer pockets. The nylons were going to be ruined, but that couldn’t be helped; without shoes she would be able to move faster.

Okay, that one doesn't feel as bad as the first.... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8454099/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8454099/ Wed, 12 Apr 2006 23:00:47 PDT
I'm starting a new story along the lines of Enter the Hunters...I don't know how many of you actually read that, but....I don't know....I wanted to get some oppinions. Read this, or don't....offer critique...or don't....it's up to you...but at least tell me if it still sounds like the same character...Please!?

I started this today...ended with a page...then ended up with a half page longer rewrite....so, I don't know, I'm still not very happy with the opening...I really, really like the first line...but everything from there to the end of the paragraph is debatable.


Rhari Copeland picked up her coat from the lady at the ticket counter before heading out into the cold, rainy night. It was France. Southern France. Beautiful France. But like no France she had ever seen. She had left Issiore little more than a week before, traveling north along the Allier until she reached the station in Clermont-Ferrand. Sometime during the trip the usually beautiful countryside had turned desolate and gray.

She paused outside, hesitating under the restaurants green and blue awning as she slid her arms carefully into the sleeves. Almost instantly she relaxed. She hadn’t been able to carry a gun with her into the restaurant so they’d been left oiled and wrapped in a chest in her hotel room. The tailored suit she wore didn’t have pockets and wasn’t made to accommodate the bulky straps of a shoulder rig. She’d brought a small clutch purse with her to the meeting, more for aesthetics than any mundane purpose. The damn thing was too small for much more than a tube of lip balm and some gloss, but it complimented the outfit and she liked it. Rhari wasn’t much for collaboration, when something jumped out at her, she took it and ran.

The coat drooped around her; loose fitting but warm and familiar. She almost snuggled it, almost, but that would have been too embarrassing, and she had long since been trained to ignore such urges. She loved the coat. It had been with her a long time.

Comforting bulges pressing in against the navy blue suite shirt: a small, two shot derringer, specially modified for the new silver plated Glasner rounds the council had decreed acceptable for hunting, was a bulge against her lower chest. Uncomfortable, but necessary. A vial of silver nitrate rested above her left breast, a sliver of apple wood above her right.

The Derringer was new. She’d had it less than a week. The weight of it made the coat feel awkward, so she’d had a four inch sheath sewn into the lining. The specially made blade hadn’t arrived yet. Without it the coat hang a little awkward, but it wasn’t too noticeable.

Her wrist sheathes weren’t very at home in the trunk back in her room either, but council law decreed that no Hunter should meet with an Elder while armed. Rhari hadn’t yet aged enough to start bending the rules, but she’d thought about it. She didn’t like feeling naked. It was the reason the suit had no pockets.

It had only been two weeks since her last assignment, her first assignment. It was supposed to have been a simple snatch and grab cleanup. Collect any and all evidence of existence, neutralize ESD’s,...perform a little pyro magic. Compliments of you friendly neighborhood mob syndicate. She hadn’t expected to find a Lucky; if that’s what it had been. She had dreamt of the encounter for two nights after, not nightmares, but not dreams either. More a reliving of the events, in which she took part purely as a spectator. She saw where she’d been wrong, what she’d done wrong, where she’d been slow. She saw luck. Whole lots a luck. And a stupid girl with the wrong attitude going into a situation that should have got here killed.

The memories might have sent a shiver down her spine, but they didn’t. Her training was imbedding itself more and more securely into her psyche as real world situations forced her to put the knowledge to use. She was past physical impulses, if need be.

To anyone watching it might have looked like weariness, or simple disdain at the weather, that kept her movements slow and awkward. That wasn’t it. She was scanning the darkness. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8441490/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8441490/ Tue, 11 Apr 2006 18:29:41 PDT Tanwen-Whitefire and have to list 6 radom things.....No one else need do this. I'm supposed to list a bunch of people...but I won't....because I'm mean....Hahaha!!!!!

1.I stink right now. I've been welding all today, and reak of a sulphury smell....
2. My little brother is reading over my shoulder and giving me weird looks for telling you all that.
3. I just bought Noone's hat on ebay. Yes, I'm a freak. I know.
4.I wrote a song/p[oem today, and have had the damn thing stuck in my head ever since...someone, please, shoot me!!!
5. I used to have blonde hair, but I'm one of those guys who's hair darkened when he got older
6.I bought a new pair of boots about a month ago....

Okay, there you have it, 6 radom things..... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8431743/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8431743/ Mon, 10 Apr 2006 19:35:50 PDT
What would you like me to do:

1.Write another chapter to my critically acclaimed, developed just for the dA, story; Beck's Guard.

2.Write another chapter of The Clearing, and shortly thereafter post it on the dA for all to read and critique.

3.Write something new, a short story maybe, the subject matter to be chosen at a later date. Either in a seperate journal, or taken from an idea you might like me see put into words.

4.Write a fanfic.

5.Write something else (insert your choice here)

6. Shut up!!! We don't care what you write!!! ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8412956/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8412956/ Sat, 08 Apr 2006 23:18:44 PDT
Okay, so, I've been working...and working....and working on this story for ThundersSilence....and....Gawd!.....This thing is taking forever!....but it might be finished....I just wrote an ending....it's one of those 'hanging' endings...you know, they leave you hanging without really resolving anything....lol...No, I can't actually 'resolve' the story...cause if I do...well...I might as well just write a novel...No, seriously...I might as well.....

So, I guess when I reread it tomorrow I'll know whether or not I like it....I hope I do....I think I do....but I think I'll have one.....*expletive deleted*.....of a rewrite on my hands.....

So, anyway...yeah, this is more of an update for Thunder than anything else...but so what?...It's my journal, right!?....That better be an affirmative!!!!!......lol....

Anyway.

Got layed off....got hired....got layed off....waiting for the seventeenth to go back to a new job that was making big bucks.....Umm.....someone broke into our house....

Oh, I finally bought a dvd r/rw drive for my computer....I've been wanting to get one for a while...just haven't had the money.....Why did I buy it?....Not to burn dvd's....well, kind of, but data dvd's...not video's.....I need lots of storage space for back ups....Beside that, I bought one of those 512mb usb flash cards....and back upped everything I have to it....

Yeah, boring life.....


Oh, anyone out there interested in working on a Multi-story?....if you don't know what that is, basically, it's a story where every chapter is written by a different author. Lost Cause Magazine has one started...it's 3 chapters at the moment, and you don't have to be a member to do the next story....simply to go there, read the rules, then go to the latest chapter, and in the comments section, claim the next part...make sure no one has claimed it before you thoug.....Oh, and you may also want to read the other three parts...you know, to make sure you even like the idea of writing the story....lol.... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8341320/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8341320/ Sun, 02 Apr 2006 08:21:33 PDT kuroinami’s journal from a while back. I’m finally just now making through some of these things, and you all right, I’m slow...and well....okay, I’m just slow....okay, and sometimes I’m even slow in a mental sense...as in....oh, never mind....anyway:

Here's the deal: When you read this, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me....if you feel like it....or, if not, I can always come to your page and post a completely made up story about you....I can do those things.....

It can be anything you want—good or bad—BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. It can be a first meeting, an anniversary, a conversation in the car...whatever.....ahem*cough*...that time you borowed money and forgot to pay it back...*cough*....so, do you have that man?

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your journal if you like and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you. We all have out little secrets...even if they never did really happen....

Be as creative as you wish, in fact, the more creative you get, the better.

Don't be afraid to try something different.

Give this a try. We deviants are a creative group, so let those creative juices flow and share memories that never happened... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8337481/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8337481/ Sat, 01 Apr 2006 20:26:39 PST LostHeaven's and Kiikii-Sempai's journals, seeing as how I watch both of them, and they watch each other...it's not all that surprising that they both have the same journal entry....anyway, I like expanding on what I know about my characters...especially the underdevoloped ones, and this is a really good way to do just that. Read and enjoy if you like, borrow this for yourself as well, or just straight out delete this. The choice is yours.....



1) What's your character's name? Seth

Prefers:
2) How old is he/she? 14
3) Is your OC a boy or girl? Boy
4) What's his/her race? He’s Jewish, and a vampire....

Appearance:
1) If this character were to suddenly become part of the 3D world, and ended up in a heavily-populated area, how many stares would he/she get? A lot, and most of them looks of disgust. He’s not ugly, just homeless and dirty. His clothes tend to be stained and patched.
2) Is your character considered normal in his/her own world? In their own world, the one I have created for them, yes. At least, as normal as the others like him. To the world in general, probably not.
3) What would be his/her most recognizable feature(s)? His face. His face is innocent, it looks young, sad, shy. From beneath the dirt, above dark cheeks, his eyes just kind of peer out at you.
4) Would you consider your OC as attractive? Yes....beneath the dirt.

Personality:
1) Temper: Shy. Sad. He’s unsure of himself, and continuously reads comic books to block himself from the world around him.
2) Does your character ever get depressed? Umm...I don’t know, depressed is just kind of what he is....always...can you get depressed if your always depressed?....
3) Leader or Follower? Follower. He’s definitely not one to stand up and take action, but if someone else tells him to do something, he’ll do his absolute best to make sure it is done right. If no one tells him to do anything...well, then, he does nothing.
4)What is the main aspect of his/her personality? He’s timid, and afraid, with extremely low self-esteem. Whenever there are people around him, he really isn’t sure whether he’s going to be accepted or kicked.

History:
1) Does your OC have a family of any sort? He has an adopted family; that is, the other characters of The Clearing (part 2), Cam especially, have sort of taken it upon themselves to become his family.
2) Is your character out on his/her own? He was. Others like himself found him, rescued him actually, but yes, for a few years he was living alone by himself on the streets. He still does. He doesn’t really, ‘have’ a home with any of them. When he’s not around them, he’s back on the streets.
3) Has he/she encountered any traumatizing events? Does being buried alive count?....well, undead....buried undead that is.....
4) What was probably the best time in his/her life so far? Having Cam give him Spiderman #1. Sad yes, but they are both Comic freaks.
Romance:
1) Single? Of course. He’s a little young...well, okay, maybe not a little young by today’s standards. He might have a few crushes, but he’s too shy to act on anything.
2) Has your OC developed any romantic relationships? Nope.
3) Virgin? Yes.
4) Does your character like flirting? No. He’s not even sure how to. Talk of sex, or sexuality, would just totally freak him out. I know that isn’t flirting, but someone hitting on him, especially a girl, is just going to make him want to curl up in a ball.

Symbolism:
1) What animal would you associate your OC with? A wolverine (his favorite comic book character...lol....). No. What is a really shy, timid animal?
2) Musical Instrument? He doesn’t play one. Maybe drums, if he ever took one up.
3) Element? No element.
4) Planet? Earth.


Showing the Love:
1) Do you draw your character? Nope
2) Do you write about him/her? Yes, but so far only very, very briefly. I do have notes on him though, and a short profile.
3) Do you use him/her in any rpgs? No. Well, I did here on the dA with someone, but not really a game....
4) What other ways have you appreciated your OC? He’s been through a lot, and besides being afraid, he’s survived it all pretty well..


RANDOMIZE!
1) Is your character wanted for anything? No. Maybe petty theft, but that would have to be him caught on camera, cause he would never take something if someone was looking.
2) What are three weaknesses in him/her? His personality has been crushed. He’s shy, timid, afraid, kind of like a dog that’s been beaten. He can actually start shaking when people approach him.
3) Strengths? He has a strong will to survive. Th... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8246491/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8246491/ Thu, 23 Mar 2006 13:47:37 PST
Think of your favorite underrated film, type the name into Google and do an image search. Find the best pic and then post it in your journal, but don't say what the name of the movie is! Once you post the picture, it's up to your friends to figure out what the movie is from the pic you posted!

Mine is here: [link] Guess what it is! ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8242004/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8242004/ Thu, 23 Mar 2006 00:44:03 PST
What do you guys (and girls) think. Did I stay up all night again? Did I ignore the clock just to surf the web on into the morning? No such luck. I just woke up. Work. Yay!....Yeah, I have to be there at 5a.m.....so, for time to take a shower, shave, and all of the other amenities, that means I'm up at 3:30.....*sigh*

Life sucks


lol ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8221878/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8221878/ Mon, 20 Mar 2006 21:13:49 PST
lol

Anyway, the story that I have titled; The Serpent, for the person (thundersilence) who got my 1000th pageview is coming along slowly. I finally got back to writing on it today...er, tonight. Around ten I started on it and got a page before dragging myself to the computer in the frontroom and getting online. It's at four pages....and still quite a ways from being finished. I'm thinking between 15 and 20 pages for this one.

Anway, this journal was mostly for Thundersilence, to let her know I'm still working at it....

His eyes parted slowly, and took in the evening chill as easily as it seeped through him; a cascade of fading light that sprinkled into the dark alley between rooftops far above. They took in the dark brick around him, the greasy splatters of garbage, the rat infested bins and overturned trash cans. He felt the cold iciness of water beneath him. Beneath his fingers there was mud; grimy and shallow over the paved ditch he found himself in, beneath his nails caked dirt and darker things. Every part of him ached, every fiber of his being, to the marrow of his bones, but for the moment he remained blissfully unaware as to the cause.
He attempted to roll to the side, and for the moment found that the movement was impossible. His body was trapped in a wet heap of rags; large, shapeless mounds of trash and debris. He kicked out with his feet, swinging his arms and stirring maddeningly through the rubble, looking for all the world like a drowning man attempting to reach the surface of a pond.
After a few moments the heavy cloak of debris shifted away, tumbling between him and the wall at his back. Without it the frigid evening air rushed through him all the deeper. It shot down his arms and through the wetness at his back. For a moment his body arced in shock as the chill slid over him, then he was shuddering, struggling to his feet, sliding down the grimy alley wall where the slickness of his hands could not seem to find purchase. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8183183/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8183183/ Thu, 16 Mar 2006 21:40:42 PST [link]

Anyway,....

Yay!.... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8154761/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8154761/ Mon, 13 Mar 2006 23:25:26 PST
No, so how's everyone out there in dA land doing today?....for me it's tonight, but for most who read this, I think it's going to be 'today'.

Me, I'm a little tired, a little wired, and a little fired.....well, I'm tired anyway. You have to have a job to get fired, and you have to have a drug of choice to get wired...even if it's only coffee.....

In case you all haven't noticed I'm acting a little odd tonight, writing a little odd as well....lol....I'm trying to get a feel for writing again, because today is the first I've been able to actually sit down and write in something close to two weeks.

I'm tired. I've been up since 9a.m. I know that doesn't seem like much to all you early risers out there,....it doens't really seem all that early to me. I went to bed a 3a.m. though, I can never go to bed early, so it kind of evens out.....

God, what I wouldn't give for a day of sitting down at the computer and typing out at one of my stories....what I wouldn't give.......

I've got my story for my 1000th pageview I'm working on....another for LostCauseMagazine, a multi-story called Twist....and today is the first I've been able to work on either of them.....

Eaterofthedead, if your reading this, don't worry, my chapter of twist will be completed....even if it kills me.....though I seriously doubt such drastic measures will be required.....

On other fronts, I can hardly keep my eyes open. Have you ever had a yawn resting at the back of your throat, just waiting to come out? It kind of tickles you ears doesn't it? It breaks free, then just a little ways in your ears is this spot that wants you to itch it......

Anyway, why the title 'a little too real?'

I don't know, cause I'm starting to freak myself out by some of the stuff I tell you people here on the dA....I mean, I don't even intend to....and then there it is, down on screen, and it's too late to take back because I've already clicked send.

Don't tell me to proofread before sending a comment of reply, I know I can't spell...that's why I don't proofread.....lol....of course I can spell......

Okay, going now, screens looking a little blurry....and once more I'm scaring myself...... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8079102/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8079102/ Sun, 05 Mar 2006 22:14:10 PST
Saint Gobains has called be back, for another week at least. And while I hate to go, I want to. I want to work. I hate being home with nothing to do....but at the same time, working ten hours a day leaves me with almost no time to write. It's almost not fare!

Anyway, to Thundersilence, I am working on you story, but it's taking me forever. I can't seen to find my niche. I can't seem to fiure out where the story should start, what events should take place....I am really having a hard time figuring out Rho in my head....Perhaps it isn't you, maybe it Rho, the character itself, that is so difficult to write. I have a paragraph.....and then a space where a lot is missing...and then three more paragraphs...and then a paragraph of notes...and that's it.....I hope to return to it soon, and hopefully resolve whatever issue is holding me back.

To the rest of you, don't forget about me....lol...yeah, as if such a thing were possible. If you have something you want me to check out, some new deviation, drop a link to me in a note, I"ll try to check those each morning when I get off work.

Bye-bye for now. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8042548/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8042548/ Wed, 01 Mar 2006 23:18:11 PST [link] journal.

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01. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
tron mother, and she assumed, as she had all along, that it

02. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch?
The case with my new camera in it.

03. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
To Catch a Thief

04. Without looking, guess what time it is?
11:10

05. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
11:14

06. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
“We can do half a baseball for a gas cap.”
“Yeah, that would be cool. I think we need to incorporate everything we can with baseball on this bike.”
(American Chopper)

07. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
About an hour ago. Helping my little brother get the engine ready to come out of his Scout.

08. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Ummm....Chapter two of Cities of the Androscoggin: Out of the Shadows, Fae of th Woods is the chapters name. The author is [link]

09. What are you wearing?
A button up shirt that I’ve had for like, 3 years, that’s missing two buttons. A pair of really, really, baggy khaki pants that are like 4 sizes too large for me, socks, underwear...and my glasses....

10. Did you dream last night?
I’m pretty sure I did, I don’t remember what about though.....

11. When did you last laugh?
About five minutes ago, when I read kmhikari’s # 24 to this journal, I’ll include it below:
24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
God: "Wakka's been waiting for you over in that king-sized bed for the past 80 years."
Me: "The one from Final Fantasy?"
God: "No... the one from Scrubs... yes, the one from Final Fantasy!"

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Windows. Fake wood paneling. Peeling wall paper.

13. Seen anything weird lately?
Nope. Sadly.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
It’s one of the better I’ve done. It’s really easy.

15. What is the last film you saw?
Quantum Leap. I know, not a film, but it’s one of my favorite shows!

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I would probably by my family a new house. And the two properties next door.

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I have a scar in the shape of a bolt head on the lower part of my right arm, just above the elbow.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Hmmm....I mean, what would I change? I have no idea! Pass the chance on to someone who would know what to do with it!

19. Do you like to dance?
Umm.....I don’t know. Do I dance? No. Have I ever? Yes, in my room,...alone.

20. George Bush:
Has a relative who is the governor of Florida, who also just happens to loose the ballets in his state two presidential elections in a row....but that’s not his fault. It’s not like he’s doing it on purpose! To make his brother win or anything!

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Samantha

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Dennis...I don’t know. I had a perfect name picked out once....lol...don’t ask. I have too much time on my hands.....

23. Would you ever consider living abroad? I don’t know, I really like where I’m at.

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
These are not the droids you are looking for.

25. 4 people who must also do this in their journal:
anyone who would like, and no one who doesn’t. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8021972/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/8021972/ Mon, 27 Feb 2006 19:49:11 PST
Anyway, for all you Beck's Guard fans, I've decided to post part 9.2...finally. The things been finished since some time in December...I've just never posted it. I'm not very happy with the way it turned out, but I couldn't rewrite it without scrapping the entire chapter...so I gave in at last, and said the Hell with it!...I'm posting it anyway. I don't expect much response, it's been so long since I posted part 9, I can't even remember what it was about......

Anyway, Yeah, Please, Someone, say you caught my pageview! ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7947965/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7947965/ Sun, 19 Feb 2006 22:45:57 PST
So, anyway, after the tour the pr lady takes us back upfront...actually, she told us to go upfront, and we all took a few steps and then looked back at her, kind of incredulous, like, "how do you expect us to find out way back there?" and I swear, all three of us had the same look on our face. So, she led us back up front, told us to have a seet, and a few minutes later their safety supervisor took us into their board room and went through a slid show with us...Page for page of the 30 pages pamplet we had already read. Then, after that, he points out the 'exit' or 'this is not an exit' sign that is plastered to every door in the place. Now, I saw these durring the tour, but actually didn't even realize that i saw them. So he points them out, the explains, they are there because they have had people not be able to get out of the building durring a fire. He pointedly stayed away from whether the people survived. But, then, actually I think it was before, he informed us that we will be working with Isoproponol(sp) Alcohol. It's what they use to wipe down all their products, because the plastic, or rubber they are made of is full of static electricity, which attracts pretty much anything that's there to stick to it. The alcohol gets it off. The only problem, there is so much gas in the air from the alcohol and the place has flash fires. All the time! There are 3 fire extinguishers in every room! Every room has a first aid box! Every room has a posting of the fire escape plan.....

I'm afraid to go to work on tuesday..... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7947964/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7947964/ Sun, 19 Feb 2006 22:30:31 PST ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7920574/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7920574/ Thu, 16 Feb 2006 21:22:49 PST
Hopefully that will change. I got another call today from Spherion, I have an orientation at a blace called Saint Gobain tomorrow, it's a place that makes plastic equipment for hospitals, I'm supposed to be working in their packaging department come monday. I could be there for a day, or two weeks, or two months. That's what's most depressing, I don't know when I'll have a job, and when I have one I don't know how long it will be, how long it will last......

I haven't been writing on The Clearing again, I haven't been writing much of anything. I owe kuroinami a short story....which I started, but that's about it. I'm not sure when I'll get back to it, I've tried a few times but keep coming up blank...it's at 1 page right now......

The Clearing, well, I've wrote about a page and a half of the next chapter,....I worked and worked at it today, and then scanned over what I had written and it amounted to a quarter of a page....I worked on that thing forever,...at least, it seemed like forever. I'm getting more on Mercy, she's at her last stop now. I'm not sure it that means this will be the last chapter of her in the 1800's, but it will be the one where she loses her mortality. She's working at The Devils Tavern, in a place called Dove Creek, Colorado....Don't ask me where I get the names of the places, or the locations, they just come to me. All of the cities she has been in are real, I'm making sure of that, the locations so far as I know, are fake....

Anyway, yeah, my life right now,

Oh, I got film for my camera, and ran around today snapping shots of the freezing rain....besides that....Bleh.... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7852521/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7852521/ Fri, 10 Feb 2006 02:57:06 PST
Sorry you guys, by the way, while I'm on here. I'm getting behind on my deviations again. I feel especially bad about Bowiegirl, she been posting on all of my stuff here lately, and I haven't even gotten to hers....I am so sorry!.....Everyone else, all of you who are around here lately. Scattle, Forestshimmer, kuroinami, Thundersilence,....I feel like I"m missing one of you, thanks for all the feedback on my work of late, I really, really, appreciate it. And, if you have any deviations up I haven't seen yet, I will be getting ot them shortly.....just not today....cause it's time to leave for work.... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7801820/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7801820/ Sat, 04 Feb 2006 17:14:19 PST .
1. What are your character's names?
N: Noone
L: Lawrence

2. What kind of character is it (furry, anime, etc) and any particular race?
N: Immortal/Mortal/Avatar/?
L: Vampire/Human

3. What is the first thing your character would think of when he/she first wakes up?
N: ---------(silence)
L: ---------(silence)

4. Your character's favorite outfit would be?
N: Brown duster, worn smooth. Hand sewn jeans, hand sewn shirt; plain white for the shirt. Worn cowboy boots, aged leather. Worn cowboy hat, dusty brown. An ornate filigree cross, a pair of dove earrings, a Damascus blade.
L: Black dress slacks, Italian leather shoes, White silk shirt. Ruby and gold cufflinks.

5. When your character looks into a mirror, what's the first thing they would notice?
N: Nothing, he would not look into a mirror. If he suddenly were to wander upon one, I think his face. The only thing he cannot see with his eyes.
L: His ears.

6. Does your character have the same tastes in food as you?
N: No, Noone does not eat.
L: No, he can only survive off of blood and alcohol, there is nothing else he can consume.

7.How is your character similar to you?
N: He can sometimes retreat into his own little world, though his is much more vivid than mine.
L: I sometimes hate the world around me, Lawrence always hates the world around him.

8. How is he/she different?
N: No conscience. No morals. He has a purpose, and he would never let anything stand in the way of that. He will help others if it benefits himself, and he will kill them just as quickly if they get in the way
L: He cannot forgive himself anything.
9. If your character could speak, would they have the same voice as you?
N: Sometimes.
L: No, I’m not sure who’s voice he has, but it isn’t mine.

10. If you were to suddenly become your character, what do you think would be the first thing you would do as them?
N: Show him where to find the door, and tell him how to find his way.
L: Reveal his past to him.

11. Is there something about your character that you don't like how others think of them?
N: People think of him as a god. He is not, and he does not think of himself as one. He thinks of himself as nothing.
L: No, everyone thinks of him exactly how they should.

12. What advantages does your character have over you?
N: Besides being immortal?
L: Very sharp teeth.

13. What disadvantages?
N: No heart, no soul.
L: Sunlight equals instantaneous combustion.

14. Do you have any secrets relating to your character that only you know?
N: Yes, and I shall not tell them here, other than, Noone is from The Clearing, there is a connection that only I know.....
L: Yes, he did not kill his parents.

15. Do you have any secret drawings only you know about?
N: Nope, none.
L: Same as above, I have none.

16. Do you have any plans for your character or are you working on something big relating to him/her?
N: Oh Yeah! Noone has his own trilogy centered around him.
L: Some, not much, maybe on a grander scale, but nothing specifically tailored to him.

17. What misconception(s), if any, do people have about your character?
N: Noone, his name, is not pronounced No one, it is pronounced Noon, like midday, the sun at it’s zenith
L: Everyone assumes he is a snob, that he only cares for himself and thinks he is better than them.

18. If you could have just ONE characteristic from your character, what would it be?
N: His commitance.
L: The same as the above, Commitance, though I would change the way Law uses it.

19. Have you made any characters that go along with yours, based on real-life people, that have the same relationship with your character as you with the real-life person?
N: No, no one from my real life has a character based off them that interacts with Noone
L: Nope. Not the same type of relationship....

20. Have you written any stories about your character?
N: Yes, it is currently in the works, but on a backburner, when I feel the urge I turn up the flame and move it to the front.
~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7784382/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7784382/ Thu, 02 Feb 2006 19:01:21 PST MournfulLaughter was big enough to admit it, so I will as well. Yes, I have.

2) If you had the opportunity to remove Anime from existence, would you take it?
Hmmm.....very good question, quite possibly. I haven’t watched much of it, but I have found some extremely annoying. There was a little that I liked...

3) If yes, what would you replace it with? Hmmm.....You know, I’ll just remove reality t.v. from existence, you can all keep the anime, so long as reality t.v. does not see another day on this earth....

4) Do you like your name? What would you change it to if you don’t?
Eh, besides suddenly realizing that it is usually the really nerdy victim in all of the horror films, Nah, I’m okay with it.

5) If your life could have a theme tune, what would it be? Ummm....I will go down with this ship, I won’t close my eyes and surrender. There will be no white flag above my door.....lol....No, I’m not really sure.

6) If you could be told the exact moment of your death, would you choose to know it?
Nope. While tempting to know, I really wouldn’t want to. What if it’s tomorrow? Or five minutes from now?

7) If the internet had never been invented, what would you be doing right now?
Setting on my ass eating cheeto’s.....lol.....

8) If you had the chance to ask one question to any person from past or present, who would it be and what would you ask?
Walt Disney. Then I would ask him to make certain guidelines to go into effect after his death limiting the cheesiness/remake/straight to dvd/ barney the purple dinosaur quality that could be feasibly squeezed into each new film. Then I would ask that he require all actors to have some kind of experience in acting besides having been on a Disney channel show since birth.

9) If you could be a cartoon character, which one would you choose and why?
Hmm.....Elmer Fudd, because I used to sound just like him....In school, yeah, that was a fun experience.

10) Which would you rather be: Fat and Fit, or Thin and Unfit?
Fat and fit, because underneath it’s all muslce.....

11) What would your superhero name be?
Sizzle.Pop!

12) What super power would you have and why?
Look at my name, need I say more.

13) would you rather have a million pounds or lots of friends?
Lots of friends.....

14) if your face could be on any piece of money, what value would you be?
Hmm....I have to go with the three dollar bill. It’s kind a myth, but really exists, and if someone ever does find one the odds are it’s a fake.....(meaning, it’s hard to find the real one)....I think.....huh?....*has succeeded in confusing himself*

15) would you swap your partner for a famous movie star?
Hmm, since I don’t have a partner can I just have the famous movie star?

16) If you were a woodchuck, how much wood would you chuck and at who?
I have sensitive teeth, no chucking for me, thank you.....

17) Have you ever laughed so hard you actually pissed yourself?
Umm, no. I have come close though.....

18) What is your most embarrassing piece of underwear?
I refuse to answer.

19) If your life came with a job description, what would it be?
Tim,.......(“huh? Who was that?” “That was Tim.”. “...OOOooooh, I just saw him in Final Destination 10.... the porta-potty landed on his head then he was electrocuted right before the truck of mirrors rolled over and dumped itself on top of him.....do you think he could get me Devon Sawa’s autograph?”)...lol

20) What is your favorite word?
Hmm.....speedy.

Now, for tagging. I shall limit this to those new on my list, only because everyone who’s been with me a while is already groaning......

ThundersSilence
Bowiegirl1982
Rhari

Anyway, bu-bye for now...... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7718745/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7718745/ Thu, 26 Jan 2006 23:07:20 PST
....now the only problem is tomorrow I'll have 96 comments to go through...... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7672058/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7672058/ Sun, 22 Jan 2006 00:32:43 PST

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I:

» I committed suicide:
» I lived next door to you:
» I started smoking:
» I stole something:
» I was hospitalized:
» I ran away from home:
» I got into a fight and you weren't there:

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:

» Personality:
» Art:
» Comments:
» Character Designs:

WHAT ABOUT US:

» Who are you?
» Are we friends?
» When and how did we meet?
» How have I affected you?
» What do you think of me?
» What's the fondest memory you have of me?
» How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
» Have I ever hurt you?
» Would you hug me?
» Are we close?
» Emotionally, what stands out?
» Do you wish I was cooler?
» On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?
» Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
» Am I lovable?
» How long have you known me?
» Describe me in one word.
» What was your first impression?
» Do you still think that way about me now?
» What do you think my weakness is?
» What about me makes you happy?
» What about me makes you sad?
» What reminds you of me?
» What's something you would change about me?
» How well do you know me?
» Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
» Do you think I would kill someone?
» Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you? ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7615702/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7615702/ Sun, 15 Jan 2006 23:02:17 PST
You all know I'm way behind, so I won't go there.

You all know I'm way broke, so I don't go there.

You all know I'm way in need of a job, so I won't go there.

You all know I'm way behind on Beck's Guard, so I won't go there.

You all know I'm way, way, away from anything on The Clearing due to the above depressing issues, but I'll go there anyway.

I was randomly going over some files on the computer today, thinking of working on one of my stories and at the same time waiting for a show to come on abc family at 9, when I brought up my file, A New Beginning. This is pretty much what it implies, a new beginning to The Clearing....just cause the old one wasn't that great.....give me a brake, it was the first story I consider ever having written.....

So, I broght it up and scrolled to the end, remembering what a horrible time I had had at my last time trying to write on it, and really getting depressed at the very prospect of rereading my last few pages, just cause I knew it was gonna suck....when I came across this;

Men drew near. Men in ragged cloaks with torn scabbards and rusty daggers hanging at their sides. Startled eyes. Dirty faces. One man had a cut running down the entire side of his face, a patch of his cloak was torn away at the shoulder and a dark, hairy arm enveloped in blood glistened in little white signets of moonlight. When he breathed blood spat from his cheek. THe other was short, wild. His eyes were bulging from their sockets. His breaths were short and ragged. He held a long sword, a beaten, battered thing, but didn't seem to know what to do with it. He couldn't have been more than fifteen.

I don't know, I really just liked that.....

Goodnight. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7532103/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7532103/ Sat, 07 Jan 2006 02:17:37 PST
....Anyway, I might have the internet problem solved, that's why I stayed up and tried to clear the list a little, before something else happens and I can't connect with this ISP either....

I had Netzero, and their connection wasn't working for crap. It finally got to the point where i couldn't connnect at all and I had to install an AOL disk. After that I downloaded peoplepc and tried to connect but for some reason their server can't communicate with my modem....which is odd, because AOL's seems to be able to do so perfectly.....

Anyway, I'm going ot bed now, getting a few hours sleep, and then I'm going to see which of these works in the daylight hours.....

....either way, you should finally see some response from me on your deviations..... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7504019/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7504019/ Tue, 03 Jan 2006 23:23:35 PST
Updates:

This may startle some, but I actually picked up Beck's Guard today. I meant to work on The Clearing, but suddenly Beck's Guard was up on the screen adn there was nothing I could do to put it down. So I wrote about a page, wrote some notes, and then had to get off to make dinner, get on tyhe net while i still could, ect...

I am getting to some deviations here and there, but nothing like I need to get the list cleared.....


....anyway....new years sucked!....I'm a year closer to death, a year farther from birth...... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7396583/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7396583/ Fri, 23 Dec 2005 21:20:59 PST
.....it's been so long since I had a mojor migraine I forgot what they felt like. Growing up, all through high school, I had htem non-stop.....since getting out they've slowed down quite a bit. Well, tonight I've got quite the major one....My d-list is piling up, Christmas is literally right around the corner, I've got nieces and nephew to deal with,....I hope this thing hurries up and gets gone....I have to go now....something about the computer monitor..... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7279242/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7279242/ Sun, 11 Dec 2005 02:56:27 PST
Okay, where to start? Well, I've posted some new bits of The Clearing. No new Beck's Guard as of yet. I keep opening it up in WordPerfect, and then not getting to it. Not sure what's up with that...it's not that I don't want to write it, I kind of want to return to it's easier second person perspective rather than being trapped Behind The Clearings firs person. I don't know, there's just something about first person that limits me, it makes it harder for me to get the voices heard...I guess....

Oh, I quit my job. Finally. I've been at it for 4 years, short hours, part time, I've tried to get a 'promotion' if that's the word. Basically I work stocking shelves, I wanted to get up behind the counter, get more hours, more money. I really like it there, but only working a few hours a week is killing me. I just can't afford ot live on penny's and dimes.

Anyway, I talked to the boss about jumping inot an empty spot when one of the cashiers quit, and he's like, 'hey, that's not such a bad idea, let me talk it over with Carole'. (Carole's his wife, she basically runs the show). So then, like ten minutes later he stops me in the back room and he's like, 'I don't think it'd work with you working the register. We prefer woman, and we like them to be over twenty-five. It's nothing against you, but when a guy comes in, if he's drunk, he's not going to pick a fight, one of the girls is going to be able to calm him down. With you up there, or another guy he's going to feel challenged, and he might try to start something' Okay....well, I accepted that, but I'm sure we can all see a nice case for a law suit...lol....

But then now, they just hired in a new girl, and she's younger than me WTF!?! I can't work the register cause I'm a guy!? It seems that that's pretty much what it boils down to....

So, I handed in my two weeks....

Anyway, Hopefully tomorrow you'll all notice a new peice of prose form me titled Enter the Hunters. It's my first stand alone short, so I think we should all celebrate. DID YOU HEAR ME? Get Plastered!!!...lol...jk.....

THe catch, well, it's stand alone, but it also fits into a part of The Clearing, that I had left hanging . I used it to tie up a loose string, or a few of them....

Enter the Hunters is short for Rhari, I happened upon her christmas list and the only present I could give was a fan fic....we compromised with just a fic, and I really hope she likes it. I worked hard. I hope everyone check's it out and critiques, but for those of you who don't, just remember....I know who you are....... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7144045/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7144045/ Fri, 25 Nov 2005 19:57:50 PST
Anyway, I'm partially, finally happy with my Horrible, aweful thing. . .

Rewrot it again today, wrote another page on The Clearing, had the intention of working on Beck's Guard and ripped my finger back open. . .

Ah! Okay....bu-bye now. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7108822/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7108822/ Mon, 21 Nov 2005 19:29:58 PST

Now, I cna't write for crap....as if I needed an extra obstacle to overcome.....

This sucks so bad too......I finally had something going on my story, and I tryed to write more today, but the bandage keeps getting in the way........


Sucks! ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7058667/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7058667/ Tue, 15 Nov 2005 20:28:23 PST
------10 Things you like:

1. Sunsets and sunrises, reflected in glass....don't ask
2. fiberglass....again, don't ask
3. working with my hands
4. Reading
5. Writing
6. Making Money
7. B-rate horror
8. Computers
9. Working on cars
10. Dreaming

-------3 things that make you happy:

1. Completing a chapter
2. Making something work (ties in with that working with my hands thing)
3. Making others happy

--------10 Things you hate

1. Computers
2. People who park in the handi-cap spots, and aren't handi-capped.
3. Any car newer than an 85, working on fuel injected sucks!
4. Mimes
5. Clowns
6. Annoying people
7. know it alls
8. being talked about
9. being lied to
10. Hero (The movie, talk about the worst $2.50 of my life!)

--------3 facts about your name
1. Tim, Greek honoring God
2. Allen, Celtic/Gaelic Fair, handsome
3. Derr, German, Originally Der, it means 'the'

---------5 facts about self
1. I have brown hair
2. Blue eyes
3. I wear glasses
4. I am a semi-perfectionist
5. I can get really annoyed, and really annoying

---------4 random thoughts:
1. Four random thoughts. . .
2. Ummm. . .
3. Yeah. . .
4. Say Hello to Lumberg

---------Song you are listening to (give singer)
Toy Soldiers, Martika
---------Time:
11:26 Eastern Standard. . . I think? ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7031338/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7031338/ Sat, 12 Nov 2005 22:24:54 PST
For the record, I love to comment on the works that I like, though mostly all I can conjure within the confused mumbling that is my mind is a wow, or the rare, lovely, or the super duper cool, ‘amazing’. Yes, I know how thrilled you all are when you see my overly jubilant parade of one syllable praise, but it’s just all that will come out. What can I say, I’m so deep I can’t find the surface, let alone the bottom.

Anyway, off subject, I love to comment, but when an artist refuses to acknowledge anyone, not me, but anyone, of the twenty, thirty, hundreds of people who have commented on his or her work, I just turn the browser back, no matter how much I enjoyed, how imaginative or creative the piece. Because in my opinion, it’s just rude. Why put your stuff out there if you don’t want to hear what anyone has to say? Why give such interesting apotheosis, and then blow off anyone who might want to know more? It’s not so much blowing off advice, god knows I’ve done it, its not even acknowledging the giver.

I for one thrive on exposure and feedback. What criticism I’m offered I don’t take lightly. It might not show in my work on dA, but much of what I’ve been offered has helped in the articles I have here at home. The works were files before they went to the screen on dA, they are files still, and that is where all of the changes and alterations take place. I am amazed at the feedback I receive, what everyone thinks of something I’ve created, how easy it is for them to notice something I’ve done wrong, and. . . and, know what I need to do the fix it. I guess that is where working with your peers comes in.

Writers, writers are like a different species compared to the artist. They seem more open, more open minded. They take that advice and use it, making their creations better, or worse, depending on whose advice was offered, and just how they took it to heart. Writers want help, they want someone to tell them, “you could do this, take this sentence away, that word is mis-spelled, that should be pale, not pail. Yes, it’s spelling, but it’s more grammatical, cause the words not actually spelled wrong.
No, it’s okay, I could understand, just needed changed is all”

Artist, well, just blank out. You hear nothing from
them. I can understand not wanting to change something from an artists standpoint, but what about praise, or what about people wanting to know how you did this, got this particular effect, (How you stopped those lips from floating, how did you do that eye, were two that I saw quite often in some form or structure, and most usually went unanswered) what program were you using?

Writers seem to me more open, more understanding, more first hand and willing to help others. That’s not putting down the artists, because I have more than my own few +dwatched, and everyone of them is worth the effort it takes to go over their stuff. They reply, and even strike up conversations.....well, I might actually drag them into one more often than not, but they have the patience to put up with me, so they’re all right in my book.

Well, I think I’ve put across my point, ranted a little, and maybe came across with the slightest tinge of intellectualism to this entire journal. If your still here, thanks for reading, if not, if you just skimmed to the bottom, ForeShame! ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7004625/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/7004625/ Wed, 09 Nov 2005 22:00:31 PST
They way this works is You gotta pimp a person who is like your shining example of good community spirit and love. Once you've got that obstacle tackled you tag six more people, they pimp someone and tag another 6. In the end what we end up with is what I like to call a "Big Circle of Love"; a great big circle of deviants talking about what makes this community great.....or what makes the people in it great anyway....not putting down dA by the way, I absolutley love the place.... be this person their friend, the person who leaves awesome comments on their work, that person who makes everyone crack up in the forums with their jokes or just someone so sweet they make your teeth ache.

Okay, I don't have many people to tag, I don't like bothering the ones I already have......so---

I choose theOnlydevildog. I'm not really sure how i linked up to her anymore, but I know what that very first post was. It was a journal entry on her Muse. I can't remember his name now, but I do remember it was a guy. It was nice to hear someone actually talking about something like that, it made me feel not so much of a freak.......

Besides that, she's also a great writer, and she manages to draw me in time and again....now, where's that screenplay?

I'm only picking three this time, seeing as how I already did this. They are:

Dr-Ashford
LostHeaven
Omega-Primate

Sorry guys/girls ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6988641/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6988641/ Tue, 08 Nov 2005 08:37:55 PST
You gotta pimp a person who is like your shining example of good community spirit and love then you tag six people and they pimp someone and tag another 6 to build a great big circle of deviants talking about what makes this community great. Be it their friends, the person who leaves awesome comments on their work, that person who makes everyone crack up in the forums with their jokes or just someone so sweet they make your teeth ache.

Much better than just plain tagging huh? Talk about spreading the community love!

I'm pimping Synthwyrr. I don't really know what to say about her, but that she's young, and one of the greatest authors here on the dA that I've had the pleasure to read. She's kept me here, mostly just my critiquing my stuff, telling me that I'm actually good enough to be read (I don't know, that could still be a ploy, the purpose of which I cannot see in the greater scheme of things) She's got a lot on her plate these days, school and the lot, but she still drops a line every now and then and she's not afraid to offer a little help where it's needed, rather than just passing off something as "Great!" or "Wow, that's just lovely" Yes, your all right, that last is just totally me.

Now on to the fun, this might get me banned, but I tag:

~aishwaryajain
~Ironic-Injustice
~kuroinami
~Scattle
~HieiandKuramaLover
*forestshimmer

I appologize to all of you, Disistercake made me do it, if you want to complain, here is the link to her profile:

[link] ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6957997/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6957997/ Fri, 04 Nov 2005 22:23:31 PST
cricket....cricket....cricket.....

okay, now that I've cleared the place out. Just wanted everyone to know that I haven't forgottne about Beck's Guard. I'm just been busy. the writing bug has finally hitten me and I'm working on The Clearing while I can. Beck's guard was coming to me easy, The Clearing for some reason just seems extremely difficult. So I'm taking the blessing while it's coming.......

Oh, anyone know anythign on Police procedure, or just, the whatnots of it? I've added a character. Michael Mallard. BVMP. That's the police department. He's a transfer in, but I have no idea what I'm doing writing a cop. I'll keep talking out my a-hole just the same, as long as the pages keep coming like they are.

**edit**

oh, for anyone interested enough, the title to this journal is the firing order for an 83 Ford 302 V-8....don't ask. ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6931146/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6931146/ Tue, 01 Nov 2005 22:52:44 PST
]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6840182/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6840182/ Sat, 22 Oct 2005 20:26:06 PDT
New stuff......

....well, we're looking at a new house, okay, not new, but compared to this dump it might as well be. 4 bedrooms, kitchen, bath, dining room, front room, den......plus a barn outside, horse corral and a three stall garage, not to mention the ten acres......I doubt we get it, but if you never get your hopes us I guess they never get crushed........

.....as usual, the only thing on my front is a new Beck's Guard....whooopeee!!!!

I know, I shouldn't be so hard on myself.......

......I think I'm gonna be quitting my job soon, I've been there for 4 years, but......I don't know.....it's a party store, I'm stocking shelves,.....I can't do that for the rest of my life........*sighs*



......so what are you all up to?

Listening to: Nothing....does t.v. count?

Watching: Law and order CI.....total and utter crap, for some reason I turn on the t.v. when I set at the computer, I don't know why, I never watch it.

Reading: Crap, total crap. Some Deathlands novels I actually think I can write better than....no character development whatsover......refers to giai, multiple religions and storylines as well as stuff from several fantasy and post apocolyptic novels I have read in the past...... ]]> ~Lawren http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6743988/ http://Lawren.deviantart.com/journal/6743988/ Tue, 11 Oct 2005 22:09:59 PDT
Let me know what it makes you think of, or what you make of it. It't part of my story, and I'm interested in what people make of it, whether it is understood.....just plain, what is you reaction, what it makes you think, think of......

I'll just shut up. It's the third chapter of a larger work Titled The Clearing, for any of you who haven't heard me yakking about it continuously. This chapter is titled Dreams with eyes Open: fragments.

I was having trouble writing out the scene, and so bypassed it, later came back and realized I was trying to flesh it out too much. So, I changed it into this, my way, well, his way (the characters) of living thorugh this event that happened to him. All will be told later, but I want to keep the reader in suspence.

anyway, what conclusions can you draw?

Chapter 3
Dreams wioth eyes Open:
fragments.

Teeth. Little, tiny pinpricks of fang glinting in the artificial light. Wire. Cross, twisted metal filagree, worn but still gleaming down in the cracks where time had not yet worn. Child’s. A child’s eyes that I presented it to.
All curves and swirls. Lovely. A Victorian priests nightmare. A childs’ dream.
Tiny fingers. Fear and doubt all washed away.
Tiny fingers that linger over what the eyes cannot see.
Leather metal string. Swinging back and forth. Gentle lazy arc. Hiding the cross in darkness between mine and hers.
Love. Excitement. In the air between the both of us. All around us, in the air. I could breath it in—
—blood
Oh god, oh god,
The cross—
Ruby pearls. Like raindrops. Landing, breaking, spreading. Filling tiny seams.
Cold flesh. Filling the cold flesh.
The cross—
Resting in the gentle cup.
Of flesh. My palm. Folded just properly.
Fits.
To perfectly.
Didn’t want to see the rest.
Somehow—
In my hands. Cold metal. Belonging there. Amidst the hard lines. Broken folds. Of my life. Folds and curves. Silver beads and the broken chain dangling. Tight weave broken, snapped. My life. What. Is.
Room beyond is cold. Rises up. Separate. Reality. Of blunt planes. Angles. Edges. Mysteriously veiled. Smoothed, moving, shimmering.
Fiery light reflect. Time. Time.
time again....to play
By lilting flames of many candles. The room burned.
But not. Flame to my eyes is not yellow.
Red.
Is the flame. Purple. Scarlet.
Miss o’Hara. Should be gone.
Gone with the wind.
(Please go!)
(No.)
(please....it hurts.)
(frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn)
(what?....who are you?......help.......)
(hahaha!)
Black.
ichor. Darker. Deeper.
From the walls. And the floor. And the ceiling.
Darker in places. Deeper. In the flames swirl.
Hits me.
Death. Smell of.
Rot. Decay. Festering.
I scream. But not my mouth.
Charnel house. Rich copper. Tangy and sweet.
Slaughterhouse. Meat still on the line.
Deep summer. Door standing open. No men now.
Hot.
Rotting.
On my knees. Blood and gory. Things come up.
More—
Finger, tiny, fragile, almost clean. Nail is pink.
I hear metal. Ring of an echo. Chimes. On hard cement.
Cross. Skitters. Away through the dark. From my sight.
Into the—
night.
The dirt.
I see. My hands.
I will find it later.
Blood washing over. Mingling. Through the doorway. Alice.
Rabbit hole. Like Alice.
Wants to go away.
They.
He.
Him.
Won’t let me. Please.
Let me.
Go away.
Cry.
Beg.
Crawl.
(No.)
(Why)
(more to see. more to do)
please—
(Stop crying.)

.....please—






away.

I go.

someplace.

and—
he can’t stop me.
—won’t. ~Lawren