http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:imkikyo&section=today deviantART RSS for by:imkikyo en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Wed, 25 Nov 2009 14:27:05 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/27366453/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/27366453/ Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:49:55 PDT holy craaaaap, DLD. I was NOT expecting that.
to all who favorited and commented, thank you so much. that piece is a personal favorite, so the recognition means a ton.

and stuff. thank you thank you thank you.

[link]
the featured piece.

~shebledgreenink
the new account. that's still my main base of operations, but since the feature was on this account I had to thank you here as well as there.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26807806/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26807806/ Mon, 24 Aug 2009 23:20:47 PDT done with this inbetween junk.
~shebledgreenink

I'll still be on every now and then.
leaving my fan works up for people to enjoy, but I want to get away from them.
it's funny how so many people seem to join deviantart in a phase and either leave or move once they grow out of it. I admit, I did it for the animeeez, but it's different now.
Iloveyou!

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26683937/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26683937/ Wed, 19 Aug 2009 01:37:30 PDT well, my required creative effort is done. all that's left is to get the music together and tie up loose ends.
despite the dull, monotone typing, I'm actually quite excited. for all the worrying I did about it, I actually didn't spend much time per day working. now that I'm not worrying, I feel like my time is all going to waste.

finished Stargirl, finally. I thought the ending was bullshit. not the end where he doesn't go to the dance, the end after that. hoping the sequel will be less disappointing, although I've heard mixed reviews.

maybe I'm also flying into love? that's stupid. I couldn't. I can't. not yet. more time, more time. I'll fly in time.

I miss the stories I wrote when I was with Ocean Eyes. I wrote the most amazing stories then. now I'm lucky if I write at all.

edit: speaking of Ocean Eyes. the construction on the place we shared has been done for a while now. everything we loved is gone. our place is gone, his peaceful place might as well be gone, the entire building has been taken over. sometimes I really think the building is trying to give me closure. I don't know if I ever got much. I miss it, I miss the dirty tiles and the wall that no one graffitied except us. the wall has been torn down, replaced with empty space where some bank executive built his office. sometimes I want to break his door open and just stare out the windows at the bus station across the street, like we used to. I want to wait for winter and watch snow fall outside those windows, like we used to. I want to watch the snow fall and listen to my head telling me what he told me back in February, when he tried to create a sweet and romantic moment and I giggled and said "you have six eyes."
did you know, Ocean Eyes, that I never thank bus drivers on the 90 anymore, because of you? I wish I didn't have to hate you, because we could have any kind of love in the world if only we hadn't chosen hate instead.
hahaha, if I'm lucky, I'll be able to write something on this.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26344443/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26344443/ Sun, 02 Aug 2009 19:01:08 PDT circle me and the needle moves gracefully back and forth;
if my heart was a compass, you'd be north.
risk it all 'cause I'll catch you if you fall;
wherever you go,
if my heart was a house, you'd be home.


back.
and surprisingly not drowning in messages.
today I bought Stargirl and got halfway through before my headache was too bad and I had to sleep for a few hours.
I guess most people would think Stargirl is some kind of fantasy character.
my yellow rose thinks Stargirl is her.
I think Stargirl is me.
really, Stargirl is anyone who has ever dared to live inside a dream.

I am bursting with pictures, but no faces to tie them together.
that will hopefully change soon.

edit:
chlorine faded away most of my red hair. now it is reddish brown instead of brownish red. damnit.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26168333/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26168333/ Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:26:51 PDT (I'm out to prove everyone else is wrong and I am right.)


Satori starts tomorrow. NOBODY POST ANYTHING UNTIL I GET BACK.

I dyed my hair red on Wednesday, and I love it. pictures pictures pictures in a minute.

I got Owl City's new album, Ocean Eyes, last night. it makes me happier than anything else I've ever heard. GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO LISTEN TO SOMETHING FROM IT.

because

as many times as I blink,
that's how many times I'll think of you tonight.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26071277/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/26071277/ Mon, 20 Jul 2009 17:18:54 PDT why September moonset?
because a September moonset is red. just like your hair.
thanks. is that my only notable feature?
not even close, July moonrise.
why July moonrise?
because a July moonrise is gold. just like your heart.

a little something for all the gingers out there.


I wish I could write more. lately I seem to be sucked dry.
Satori is next week. six days! I'll see Ocean Eyes for the first time in a month and something. which reminds me, today is the twentieth. it's been three months and I still love him, I still associate his name with beauty. truly, he is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I'm so glad I got to know him.

lately it just seems like I'm wasting my time. maybe playing Pokemon Crystal and writing half a page of script two days a week isn't an effective use of my summer. oh well. at least I'm enjoying myself, I suppose.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25871838/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25871838/ Sat, 11 Jul 2009 00:41:42 PDT

I accomplished two things.
I have just caught up COMPLETELY on all my deviations and journals. I don't remember when I got behind, but it was pretty bad and never really got better. I think it took three weeks (three half-weeks, actually) of seriously trying to get rid of it.
and now it's gone. so stop posting!
kidding. if I like you, you can keep posting.
now I can take anything you throw at me, deviantart!

I have made peace with Starshine, Ocean/Tidepool/Shipwreck Eyes, Chester [the Molester], et cetera.
turns out his stepdad found my note. whatever, he still got it in the end. he acknowledged that he's been a jerk. I acknowledged that I've been a jerk. he said he only did it because his friends told him I still wanted him, and he didn't know what to do, so he did what they told him.
(of course I still wanted you. how could I not still want you?)
he apologized. did I apologize? shit, I hope so.
and now everything is okay. right?
oh, but I want to dream with him so bad. I understand now.
everyone brings out someone else in me.
with Starshine, I was a dreamer. (oh, I dreamed the most beautiful dreams.)
with Emmett [haha, I haven't used that name in a year and a half], I was pure soul.
with Finian, I am a child. (childhood is fun, but I miss those dreams.)

but I think I can still pull dreams from my tired hands yet. I just have to find where they start, and then I can slowly tug on the threads until I have enough to sew shut the wound in the heart pictured in the tapestry.

(and wouldn't Finian laugh if he knew that the strands binding my peat were dark red.)

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25676273/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25676273/ Wed, 01 Jul 2009 15:06:07 PDT 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes.
out of touch, are we out of time?


I was going to write about loving him and hating him and how they're really the same thing, and I swear it was going to be profound and all that stuff, but I stopped in the middle.
that always spells disaster.
if I stop and come back later, I always think the whole thing is shit.
if I don't just plop it all out at once, it gets stuck and the passion I had planned is trapped inside.

writing stories, for me, is kind of like excreting excrement.
stories come in a fit of inspiration and it all builds up inside and I just have to get it out but sometimes it takes a long time and I give up halfway through and go to bed and then when I come back to finish it the other half usually doesn't come out, or if it does it'll never rejoin the first half, they'll never be whole again, they're broken in two forever.

that and I decided today that I'm done loving and hating him. I'm tired of all this crap, I'm tired of ocean eyes and onions and mermaids and blueandgrayandgreen and the Monroe Street Bridge and the dark corners downtown and his voice and his hair and his guitar and his faggot stache and the wings he said only I could see.
edit: I'm tired of Neverland and 4eva, too. but all those things sure do make for great dreams.
(only I can see the beauty in all that crap, and only I could ever love it so much. you're lucky that I'll love you like this forever, because no one else ever will.)
I'm scared of the intersection of Monroe and Garland, I'm scared of the little yellow house with the ripped screen door (eleven twenty-one west Providence, just a mile due east of where I lived once), I'm scared of the sidewalks with canopies of trees, I'm scared of the street that looks just like my brother Karl's. I dressed up like his best friend and I wrapped a note around his doorhandle and I hoped no one would think I was me but the instant he sees the note he'll know I'm me because his best friend and I share clothes but we do not share handwritings.
"working with you is so much harder when we aren't friends.
if we acknowledge that we're both jerks, can we move past it?
life is just too short for this."

his dreams are so beautiful, I don't want to lose them. I'm tired of dreaming for him and about him. I want to dream with him.
his dreams drew my dreams and my dreams drew his dreams and it was the most beautiful thing, he writes songs and I write stories and my dreams only became so magical when he breathed the magic of his dreams into them.

I miss that.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25461207/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25461207/ Sun, 21 Jun 2009 20:15:10 PDT I was busy writing with a pen and
paper-thin dream.


How the hell could I fall in love with someone named Chester the Molester?
(how could someone named Chester the Molester love me like that?)

I was the only one he ever got a chance to love.
I am the only one who has ever loved him.
(and this is what I get?)

I like how the twentieth of this month passed without me noticing, as it did last month. I don't like that we've been apart longer than together and I'm not fixed yet.

My new surrogate daughter, or little sister or whatever, is a darling eleven-year-old who lives at the home called Odyssey and reminds me of me.
Not because she's more adorable than anything I've ever seen, or she hangs out with the upperclassmen like some kind of adorable pet. Those were not me when I was eleven, although I may have been adorable.
Because she's a world-changing creative genius in training.
In her, I see the little seeds of the dreams I had when I was eleven. I see the early mastery of words, I see the premature intelligence.
I see premature loss of innocence. Like me. And like me, she's taken those incidents and turned them into wisdom.

She told me the other day that it's okay to not be over Chester, because I probably never will be.
She said that people never get over love when they lose it, that they spend their whole lives covering up the bad things with good things, but then those good things go bad and they have to find more good to pile on top of that.
"It's just a big pot of rotten junk that you keep covering in sugar, and then your sugar goes bad and you have to add more. I mean, I never got over [the little(st?) Millsap] and even though I hate his guts somewhere I think I still love him like I did for the time we were dating."

She was the only one to tell me that. It was a relief, and it was not. If she is right, and I believe she is, then Chester is also suffering. I don't know if I want him to be or not.

There is an old friend whom I shall call Aubrey, who brings out the summer and the child inside me. If this Chester-shaped hole doesn't go away soon, all of the sunshine and the laughter and the singing and the dancing will fall into it and be lost forever.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25367247/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25367247/ Wed, 17 Jun 2009 06:48:43 PDT but never quite as fast as this.

Shipwreck Eyes
MalMal
JoeJoe
BryBry
Claire
Katie
Emma
Schuyler
Isaac
Geoff
Colin
Tape
Beca
Jenna

Damnit, they're all gone now.
Congratulations, my darlings. Welcome to the "real world."
You are the first class I have seen to be so together, so in love with each other, and so in love with the school. I envy you, did you know that? I envy that love and that spirit, because my class never had it. We never knew what we had when we had it. I wish we'd made half the memories you did.
I gave you so much of my love this year. Was it too little, too late? Bryan said there's no such thing as too late. Oh, but there is. I made the mistake of waiting too long, but I'm fixing that now. And you? Did you give back the love you got?
That love is what holds us together. That love is ours, a brand new level of love created just for us. We are family. We are brothers and sisters and daughters and sons and I have such a bad case of empty-nest syndrome that I must be a mother, but I'm a daughter and a sister just like you.
Every weekend. Don't forget, my darlings. We are still together as long as we want to be.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25227395/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25227395/ Tue, 09 Jun 2009 23:51:31 PDT (those are also, coincidentally, the days that I go back and forth between houses.)


I just wanted to say, before I go tomorrow, that I currently have
109 Deviations, 26 Messages
and they're only going to pile up.
I tried, I really did, but you guys are so crazy active I was buried faster than I could dig. I'll be behind for a long time...

Today I learned that I am loved. (again.)
It's not the kind of love I've been missing so much,
but it IS the kind I have waited and longed for
for four years.

I don't know if those kids know how much it means to me
to know that they love me half as much as I love them,
but let me just say
knowing that makes me happier than I ever believed I'd be.

everyone else is a memory.
I am a friend.
I am a feeling.
I am a family member.
(I suppose am also a memory.)

everyone else still exists as a ghost.
I still exist as a reminder.
you are loved, you are loved.
(I am loved, I am loved.)

in other news,
these things take my time and energies
don't stand too close without apologies
cutthroat, cut out candid glimpses, and
wind me up, I'm ready

I remember being inside something more than you.

I can put up with a lot. I can't put up with a lie, which is what you gave me, Shipwreck Eyes. I'm finished. You may do whatever you like from here on in, just remember to
[not] stand too close without apologies.
because I remember being inside something more than you, my dear, and this something was something I can definitely go back to.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25113276/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/25113276/ Wed, 03 Jun 2009 18:43:37 PDT you'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem,
but changing your image and attitudes
won't bring him back into your bedroom.

little swinger, your bottle is thinking too much
'cause you're aiming to please way off target.
and I'll tell you what you must already know
of amputating-- you're too slow.

first thing.
I was gone for a week, and this is what I come back to.
145 Deviations, 84 Messages
so if I'm slow getting through them, that's why.

second thing.
Last night I went to
CLASSIC CRIME
OWL CITY
RELIENT K
but I was really only there for Owl City.
it wassss
PRTTY KLLR.
That was just the adorable music and thrilling concert energy I needed to forget everything and
just
have
fun.
My only thought about him all night was
"I bet he wouldn't care that I'm having so much fun at this show.
I'm having so much fun at this show!"

that said,
third thing.
Generally, when someone says the door is closed, both people at least pretend that the door really is closed, and there's no going back.
We were doing a great job of that,
until he stopped pretending and put his hand on the doorknob.
Not only did he put his hand on the doorknob, but
he twisted it just a little,
just enough that I could hear it rattle.
So now what do I do?
Do I maintain my careful distance from the door?
Do I put my hand on the doorknob?
Do I just open the goddamn door already?
(if you're trying to tell me something in the language of jiggling doorknobs,
please spare me the doorknob-English dictionary hunt and just whisper through the keyhole.)
I'm going to ask him tomorrow.
"What did you mean to do by grabbing the handle?
What did you mean to do by shaking it like you'd lost the key?
Have you taken your hand off in the week we didn't see eachother?
Is it too late for me to put my hand on the doorknob too?"
I keep saying that I don't care what he says as long as he chooses a side:
open
or closed,
but of course I want him to open the door. Who am I kidding? Sure, it'd be easier to forget the door was ever there if he just closes it already, but I want it to be open. On the other side of that door is the most beautiful thing I have seen yet.

fourth thing.
I've been writing for contests. Or at least thinking about writing for contests. I've submitted one entry to the local contest, and hopefully will be submitting to DA contests.

fifth thing.
I love you!

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24712001/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24712001/ Mon, 11 May 2009 21:28:16 PDT I knew the years would move quickly,
but never quite as fast as this.

(you said the urn was half full,
and I said it was half empty
with what was left of our fair city.)



I find that when I don't know what to do, I speak to adults who have hopefully been here and remember what they learned.
I'm always afraid they'll judge me, because I judge myself. I'm just an angsty teenager, this is just petty drama, it won't matter in five years.

Today I was pleasantly proven wrong. Sure, it cost me two and a half hours of crying my face off like a damn fool, and for the rest of the night I'll have this headache and eyes drier than concrete, but it was worth it. I said I lot of things I needed to. I heard a lot of things that made me think.
(though, I've been doing more thinking lately than I ever remember doing at any one time before. maybe too much.)
I learned that I am so much more loved than I thought, because I chose to ignore the kind of love I wasn't looking for.
I learned that I have been trying to hide the truth from myself because I am afraid to face it, I am afraid to admit that I am not as strong as I want to be.
I learned that I am so much stronger now than I was before my ocean-eyed moonboy, and he is the one who gave me courage to grow.
I learned that my worries are shared, not just by my class and every class before and after me, but to an extent, by the teachers.
I learned how to admit that I am completely lost.

in other news, I'm working on a piece for a local writing competition. I'm not supposed to submit previously published work (including online), so I can't use anything here and I can't post the new one until after the competition. hah! it's really just a compilation of all the metaphors I've thought of so far, between Starshine and I. not my proudest, most original work, but I'll probably post it here eventually.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24472793/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24472793/ Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:54:41 PDT plan"4ever"
is a tiny prayer
to Father Time


one.
I haven't read[sought out] real prose in so long because I'm tired of people who think that all you have to do to be good at it is use big, flowery words.
That's not even close to all of it.
One of the reasons I haven't written real prose in so long is because I'm scared to death mine will turn out like that, flat and meaningless and cliche but damn, I sure did use big words, and I know some really creative ways to say "chair"!
That said, I recently fell in love with prose again, thanks to . Go go go. It's just a side account for short stories, and it's brand-new, but that's okay. Go go go. It was love at first sight... or something.

two.
I recently discovered the kinetic typography art medium.
and I realized that typography, static and kinetic, is what all my thoughts look like. until now, I didn't know there was a name for it.
I think, if I ever go to college, it's going to be for graphic design.
(for typography. <33333 )
for those who don't know, watch this video.
[link]
it's the chemical burn scene from Fight Club,
animated with kinetic typography.
(strong language, in both the audio and video. be warned.)

three.
finished scene three of the play. scheduling an hour every night to work on it instead of whenever every Sunday works a LOT better, I've found.
and suddenly I'm more optimistic about it.
if I can do one scene in less than an hour, the next four will be a snap. I can definitely have it done by June.
fer sure. :]

four.
my lovelovelovelife.
the wall is gone, 4ever is gone
(well, not really. 4ever is hiding behind black sharpie, and the wall is hiding behind more walls.)
but the Monroe Street Bridge is still standing. _victory!
and there was a sunny hailstorm that soaked us today,
but neither of us have jumped in the river yet.
I'm not sad that it's dead, dear.
I'm happy that it had a chance at life.
(worrying about you,
wishing I knew what you wanted,
wishing I could give you what you wanted,
wondering if I CAN give you what you want,
those are all totally different, though. ahaha.)
you can erase 4ever all you like,
but just
don't
burn
the Monroe Street Bridge.

five.
Death Cab for Cutie concert.
I went last Friday.
It was killer.
I bought a t-shirt.
I wore it today.
saw a girl in the hall wearing the same one,
said "nice shirt!"
and was saddened when she didn't get it.

six.
I wanted to jump off the ten-foot retaining wall at the middle school on a hill across the street from my house.
I wanted to yesterday, but today I wanted to stand there, close my eyes, and let my heart lead me into a chestfirst dive as I fallfly.
I don't want to fall. I only want to fly. Is that so bad?
(is it worth breaking my ankles, if I get to fly for half a second?)
(will I even fly at all? or will I just crash?)

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24449588/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24449588/ Sun, 26 Apr 2009 16:38:05 PDT to stop the ice from getting thinner
under me and you.


I hate:
when I write something I'm very proud of and all anyone can say is "pretty! :] " and such.
when I write according to form and no one sees it. but then again, patterns are hard enough to spot in poetry, let alone prosetry or whatever it is I write.
when I write about someone and he/she reads it and says "why, that didn't happen at all!"

because
I can't write true stories anymore.
in the process, my imagination always runs wild, and nothing comes out exactly the way it happened.
you never burned the Monroe Street Bridge.
that spider never built a web.
I never saw you cry.
you never wanted me when I wanted you.
I never thought you were beautiful when you were hurt, I only thought you were pitiful and wished I could save you.
you never smeared soot on your promise, it was Sharpie, and it was before you set the bridge alight.
you never even figuratively burned the bridge, not yet.
I never knew whether or not I slept, but I could swear I did at some point.
you never asked me for help.
I never drowned in your ocean eyes.
you never changed from the beautiful boy I loved.
I never said "I love you" when I didn't mean it. (when I didn't mean it, I said "I love him.")
I was never afraid.
I never told you that real love lives on forever.
I never told you not to love her.

but now that I've spun my own world of little lies and mighty metaphors, I'm entranced with its images. you and I on opposite banks, watching the bridge die. you and I running through the city at night and painting our love on endless office buildings. your contorted body as you sob out the most repulsive human who ever invaded you. the fury and loathing in your face, in your arms as you destroy the only concrete proof that we existed. the tide coming in and out of your tidepool eyes. the light in your eyes as you realize that she will kill you if you let her.

I dreamt of a world in which everyone lived by Sora's naive motto: "Losing someone you care about is bad, but not as bad as never getting them back!" In that world, we had no need for "hello" because we had forgotten "goodbye," and all twelve numerals on the clock had been replaced with "forever." if we walked half a mile outside the tall, fantastic city, we were in endless fields of wildflowers and grass that wrapped around our waists, where the streams were always clean and the sun was always warm.

in which world do you dream?

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24350417/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24350417/ Mon, 20 Apr 2009 19:40:09 PDT don't solve the problem
when danger is better
far away where you stock them
in cages that tether
and all the bridges you've burned
leave you trapped off at all sides
but now the tables do turn
and it's all gone; what's left for you?
and when the sky is falling
don't look outside the window
step back and hear I'm calling:
give up, don't take the fast road
it's just your doubt that binds you
just drop those thoughts behind you now.
change your mind;
you let go too soon.
don't run away
stop feeling fine
it's better than your worst,
your worst day.
no words to say?
I'll give you mine,
and pocket all the hurt
and just stay.
don't run away;
I'll change your mind.
you let go too soon.

lazy days
help me through the hopeless haze
but my, oh my
tragic eyes
I can't even recognize myself behind
so if the answer is no,
can I change your mind?
out again
a siren screams at half past ten
and you won't let go
while I ignore that we both felt like this
before it starts to show.
so if I had a chance,
would you let me know?
why aren't you shaken,
step back in time?
graciously taken,
oh, you're too kind.
and if the answer is no,
can I change your mind?
we're all the same
and love is blind.
the sun is gone
before it shines.
and I said if the answer is no,
can I change your mind?


two songs I hope to never be desperate enough to sing to him.
he's gone, gone, gone, but he'll realize soon enough that he would have been better off staying, staying, staying.
or at least not going so far, far, far.
revenge is sweet and comes earlier than expected, but I feel bad for not feeling bad for him. I really should. he doesn't know what he's getting into, or at least he refuses to believe it.
and as of now, I don't think any less of him. at all. depending on how long he takes to tell me the whole truth, however, that opinion will change.

if you had complete faith and trust in a girl, but EVERYONE WHO'S EVER KNOWN HER insists that she's a pathological liar and you're going to get fucked, whose side would you take? hers? or theirs?

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24331784/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24331784/ Sun, 19 Apr 2009 21:09:18 PDT and they'll survive,
'cause this is the future
and you are alive.

dive in
and swim away
from your loneliness
and miserable days.

and when you wake up
on your own
look around you,
'cause you're not alone.

let your hopes go
and they'll survive
'cause this is the future
and you are alive.

you're headed home.
you're headed home.


my high hope: that I won't need this song to be my lover in the near future.
when is the future in which I am alive?

edit.
I wrote a farewell letter to happiness, just in case.
"Goodbye, happiness. If Monday doesn't work out, I guess we won't be seeing much of eachother for a while. Remember that I love you, and I'll be eagerly awaiting your return. Please try to stay with J__, even if he does pick up C_____. If you can make it, could you hide in K___ to visit me every now and then? Hoping I'll see you again soon, A____."
J__ thinks that C_____ is his key to happiness, but in the long run, it's his key to suffering. she's already broken K___. she's slowly eating at me through K___, about to take me completely by means of J__.
I'll see you soon, suffering.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24210060/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/24210060/ Sun, 12 Apr 2009 21:03:35 PDT awake to take in the view.

ARE YOU THERE?
OR ARE YOU JUST A DECOY DREAM IN MY HEAD?
AM I HOME?
OR AM I SIMPLY TUMBLING ALL ALONE?


Today: finished scene two of the play. I am working at such a painfully slow pace. DX

I noticed that my writing almost always falls into patterns. If it doesn't naturally, I take extra steps to make sure that it does.
The end always goes back to the beginning, and the middle parts are always either symmetric or in a repeated sequence.
It feels wrong if I don't write that way. It feels... disorganized, meaningless.
Nothing literally happens in my stories anymore. Every paragraph is a standalone metaphor, and together all the metaphors tell a vague story.
I guess I'm slipping out of prose and into prosetry. I don't like plain old prose anymore. I find it too boring. I always tried to make my prose as poetic as possible, and I guess now I've actually crossed that line into prosetry territory.
Idunno. What do you guys think?

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23971574/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23971574/ Mon, 30 Mar 2009 16:11:56 PDT then I think
"you're damn right there is, but
we can't talk about it now.
no, we can't talk about it now..."

F$@^ING STORY OF MY LIFE. AUGH SERIOUSLY.

anyway

Yesterday I finished the first scene of the play. Only six more to go! DX
Spring break is finally here, so I hope to get a lot more done, both recreationally and writing... ly. Not that writing isn't a recreational activity, but when you turn fun into work (like with the play, UGH), it's not fun anymore... it's just work.
I finally tried playing my brand-new copy of Kingdom Hearts: Re: Chain of Memories the other day, but it wouldn't let me save. It said I didn't have the necessary 100kb of memory on my card, but I checked, and I have 29,270kb. DX Whatever.

edit, ten minutes later.
My head hurts real bad.
My brother got better some time between last week and now.
And I spent twenty dollars on junk food today, including an impulse four on my first box of Thin Mints (Girl Scout cookies! 8DDD ) since I was nine.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23827734/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23827734/ Sun, 22 Mar 2009 08:38:14 PDT I'm nervous; I don't know if I can have it done by June, but if Carson can write a rock opera in six weeks, I can write a plain script in ten weeks.

My half-brother is still sick with the same thing. It's starting to kill mom and Bob. Both of them are at risk for being laid off, and they're both having to miss work to take care of him.
The good news is that he's apparently getting better.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23756282/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23756282/ Tue, 17 Mar 2009 23:20:42 PDT They thought he had appendicitis. It turned out to be just a nasty virus.
I came home from a lovely movie date to find all the lights off and all the rooms empty upstairs. My aunt, who lives downstairs, eventually found me and told me where my mom and brother were.

The fear is gone, but sometimes I still wonder if this is the heartbreak I was given to offset all the happiness I have right now.

Ironically, I sang "What Sarah Said" by Death Cab for Cutie during a hospital scene in the movie, without knowing, of course, that my brother was probably heading to the hospital at the same time.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23710715/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23710715/ Sun, 15 Mar 2009 11:43:53 PDT I'm moving to ~shebledgreenink, sort of.
I'll probably still post fanfiction and such on this account, but that one will be for serious writing.
Right now I have my older work up, and I'm gradually getting it all moved.
But I'm not gone yet. Until I have everything moved, I'm still going to be most active on this account.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23632100/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23632100/ Tue, 10 Mar 2009 18:15:43 PDT

Well. I was supposed to have a date tonight, but stuff didn't work out.
So instead I'm sitting at home, wishing I was alone, eating a bag of movie butter popcorn and finishing off my brother's chocolate milk.
It's true that using food for rewards, comfort, or punishment can contribute to unhealthy eating patterns and an inability to acknowledge or recognize hunger, but you know what, health teacher? You can suck my salty fingers; I'm eating this stuff and you can't stop me.
And it's actually a lot less unhealthy than I thought; all three servings of this junk only gives me about fifteen percent of my daily value of salt and fat and cholesterol and stuff.
Ugh. I'm dying from all the salt, though. Being chronically dehydrated is really no fun when you want to binge on salty junk food.
I'm not sick anymore, which is good. I am swamped in schoolwork though, which is bad.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23475975/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23475975/ Sun, 01 Mar 2009 17:55:02 PST No, more like sore/dry ENTIRE RESPIRATORY TRACT.

This has been happening for about two weeks now, but usually it doesn't hurt nearly as bad, and it goes away after I drink something.
Not today.
ADKFHLKAHLDG.

And I've been home alone for like five hours which means I can SING SING SING, but it hurts so bad to SING SING SING that all that time has just gone to waste.
Look, I'm home alone again, and I can't sing.
ADKF:HAHKDSAGHKD.

On the bright side, I took a shower this morning and my hair is still nice and soft and flowy. 8D

Also, if you don't already, Owl City is a band you MUST MUST MUST listen to. I recommend "The Saltwater Room," "Hello Seattle," "Dear Vienna," and "Rainbow Veins" in particular. Your music collection is not complete without them. D<


Also, ~Turnabout-Club.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23261492/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23261492/ Sun, 22 Feb 2009 09:38:44 PST


Damn. I was doing homework, got tired, almost fell asleep, drank some caffeine as a precautionary measure, and now my hands are all tingly. And that is why I never drink coffee or cola. DX

Anyway.
I've been experimenting with my style lately. When I read my work, it looks so plain and boring compared to writing by other people that I love. So I'll be reading, finding new writers to adore, writing, and trying to decipher what it is they're doing that I'm not, or what I'm doing that they're not.
The title of this journal is a reference to an idea I have in my head, something I'll hopefully have time to write after finishing this damned English (lulz ironik?) homework.
Also, I'm writing next year's play for my old middle school. Every year they put on a play, performed by volunteers selected on an age-based priority system (so no auditions, only eighth graders who get whatever they want because they're spoiled brats XD). In my opinion, the plays have been terrible since four years ago, which was also written by an ex-student.
Until it's finished, no information will be released. Everybody loves surprises, right? :]

Edit. I don't feel like making a new entry because my new thoughts are along the same lines as this entry.
Oh geebus. There is so much to see. Every Saturday, when I come back to the computer, I am bombarded with pictures to see and words to read. And that's just what's being uploaded currently; there are so many people whose galleries I need to inspect.
I'll do it. It'll take me forever, but sooner or later, I will do it.

Also, ~Turnabout-Club.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23081733/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/23081733/ Sun, 08 Feb 2009 12:16:50 PST
Scanning the list, it looks like most of these will lend themselves easily to Kingdom Hearts, but I'll see what else I can come up with.

1. Introduction (.hack)
2. Love (.hack)
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

Also, ~Turnabout-Club.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22934101/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22934101/ Sun, 01 Feb 2009 14:46:31 PST It's definitely her; she's as much of a stupid, annoying butthole as she was before.
I'm glad to have her back,
but she's such a pain in the ass. XD

EDIT:
Dad always used to insist that Mia was a boy. I dismissed his insistence because I'd looked several times, and couldn't find any trace of girl parts OR boy parts on her.
Just a few minutes ago she sat down next to me and started bathing herself, and I discovered something on her body that I wish I hadn't seen.
Mia's got a penis.
I am now officially renaming him Daimian, or Mia for short. To keep things simple. :]
I suppose this would explain why he never answers to his name...
Also, suggestions for his middle name are open.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22513571/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22513571/ Sat, 10 Jan 2009 20:17:20 PST I describe all the things you cannot see
and we'll unravel this mystery.

People fascinate me. Each one has its own strengths, weaknesses, and ideals that congeal and separate into tiny facets of a whole personality.

Shaping a human is like cutting a gem. At first, it has some basic shape. Enough to be unique and characteristic, but not quite the shape you'd like. With careful cuts, you can make the stone into any shape, but with every cut, more of the original shape and individuality is lost. If you make a mistake, it can be either carefully or never fixed. Once you've finished cutting, the shape is essentially permanent, but with slow erosion or an accidental cut, it could change dramatically.

Every personality aspect is not a defined, constant behavior, but an extreme in a continuum. There is no such thing as pure shyness or pure violence in a human. When it comes to people, we are always somewhere on the line, but never at one of the ends.

Part of what makes characters in stories unrealistic is that they are too far at the end of one trait continuum or another. To avoid this, I try to base my characters on real people I know, although I do know some people who seem inhuman.

In conclusion, I think I'm going to write more about the people around me. Each one is a mystery, and I will attempt to solve them as I write them.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22399792/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22399792/ Sun, 04 Jan 2009 17:24:16 PST we'll text God and ask,
"pretty please, Mr. God, sir
could you dump all your snow on our town tomorrow?"
and when we wake up Monday morning
the power will be out and the streets will all be closed
and we'll go outside to play in the snow
trying not to think about what happens next.


Fortunately, there will be a snow day tomorrow, and we didn't even have to txt God to ask for it.
Talk about Karma rewarding me for doing the wrong thing. /:

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22384339/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22384339/ Sat, 03 Jan 2009 22:58:49 PST 2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about their self on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs.

1) My name was suggested as a joke. No, really.

2) I'm basically kinda the raddest kid in the world.

3) I want to write novels but don't have the patience or attention span for it at the moment.

4) When I make fun of music, it's because either I used to like it but the radio killed it, or I secretly do like it.

5) There are a few recurring dreams that I've been having every now and then for as long as I can remember.

6) I hate when people can see or hear me, but I put up with it when it's necessary and when my friends want to chill.

7) I'm always cold. Always.

8) My friends are the bestest.

I tag... no one. Hahah.

In other news, I finally have my new phone. And it's freaking epic.
Also, ~Turnabout-Club.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22311815/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22311815/ Wed, 31 Dec 2008 18:06:15 PST
I suppose I should post a journal entry about the new year and how excited I am, but frankly, it doesn't seem that special to me. My years tend not to start out so great, or at least the last few haven't. This year isn't going to be so fabulous either in its early stages, but hopefully it'll get better soon.

Also, periods suck.
The end.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22233401/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/22233401/ Sat, 27 Dec 2008 20:48:17 PST

1. The love of my life:
2. Where you and I met:
3. Take a stab at my middle name:
4. How long you've known me:
5. The last time that we saw each other:
6. Would I ever go sky diving?
7. Your first impression of me upon meeting me/seeing me:
8. Am I funny?
9. My favorite type of music:
10. Can I dance?
11. The best feature about me:
12. What do I want to do more than anything?
13. What is one thing that you think I should do?
14. Do I have any special talents? If so, what are they?
15. Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else?
16. Have you ever hugged me?
17. My favorite food:
18. Have you ever had a crush on me?
19. If there was one good nickname for me, it would be:
20. Your favorite memory of me:
21. If you and I were stranded on a desert island, I would bring:
22. Do I believe in God?
23. Who is my best friend?
24. Will you repost this so I can fill this out for you?


In other news, you're probably expecting me to gush about how TOTALLY AWESOME Christmas was and all the TOTALLY AWESOME gifts I got.
Well, I'm not.
I'll say that Dad and I had a rad time chilling in the crib, and he got me the best humorous mug and t-shirt ever, but that's it.

Some people believe that Christmas is Jesus' birthday. I believe that the whole gift-giving thing we practice at Christmas is bullshit. That would be why, against all cultural custom and tradition, I don't give presents on Christmas. I give presents because I want to and when they are most meaningful, not because I have to for a ridiculous commercial holiday.

I don't ask for gifts for Christmas. Nobody has to buy me anything to celebrate the birth of a religious figure that I don't believe in anyway.
I do take gifts, but really, who doesn't? XD
And on that note, thank you to everyone who got me a gift, and I'm sorry that I didn't get you anything in return and now I feel guilty even though I don't believe in the gift-giving tradition.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/21970523/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/21970523/ Sat, 13 Dec 2008 20:39:37 PST

In other news, I found a book by means of Karl that was written by a local author and is semi-popular, meaning I've heard of it maybe once or twice before.
It gives me hope for my dreams. Famous people don't have to live in big cities, do they?

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/21667526/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/21667526/ Tue, 25 Nov 2008 16:36:31 PST The entire time, I was thinking of this beautiful parody of the trailer/s. Even if I hadn't ever seen the spoof, I don't think I'd have been able to take it seriously.
After the first ten minutes I was mentally begging for it to be over. XD

But I did have a proud moment during the previews. They showed a preview for the sixth Harry Potter movie, and at the end of it, I yelled "SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE!!!!1" figuring that since it's been out for a couple years, it's no one's fault but your own if you didn't know.
Maaan, did the people in that theatre get pissed at me.
It was totally worth it. 8D

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/21425438/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/21425438/ Mon, 10 Nov 2008 17:08:28 PST She disappeared a few weeks ago, and I found her wandering halfway down the block yesterday.
She's gotten so big, I hardly recognize her anymore.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20710988/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20710988/ Sat, 27 Sep 2008 18:52:29 PDT It froze today, so I decided to play .hack instead.

And it turns out that some time in those three weeks, my PS2 memory card was deleted.
It's empty.
Gone.
Finished.
Data Drained.
Erased.
AIDAraped.
Okay, maybe not AIDAraped. But still pretty well destroyed.

So that's Kingdom Hearts I and II, .hack//InMuOuQu, and .hack//GU that's gone. All of them I'd beaten, except .hack//Quarantine. All of the remaining had been completed fully, except .hack//Redemption.
And now I have to do it all over again.

In other news, Mia lives here again.
I'm already tired of my brother talking about her nonstop, but I am glad they like eachother.
My mother is treating her like an idiot, again.
But at least she has a home.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20602039/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20602039/ Mon, 22 Sep 2008 18:21:46 PDT I miss my little kitten. She's a big kitten now, with all the energy and only half the cute.
Time passes too fast. I want my little girl back, my little girl who is too small for stairs and squeaks instead of meows.

edit:
I was looking for my heater today, in the garage where I'm sure my mom has hidden it.
Instead I found a single picture of Scrappy amongst scores of pictures of my early childhood that I only remember after looking at them.
It's an old picture like the rest; it shows my little darling in all the beauty of her youth, rather than in her grumpy age.
Scrappy, wherever you are, I hope that you are at peace. If you ever want to come back, my doors are wide open to you.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20533112/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20533112/ Wed, 17 Sep 2008 07:00:39 PDT
Yeahso I had a story I was almost done with
Annd then I didn't get done with it. XD
I was going to post it last night, but I guess I can't do that anymore.
LOOK FORWARD TO IT ON SATURDAY OR WATEVA.
Anyway

I am really freaking tired. Apparently my traditional six-hour sleep pattern doesn't work at LC.
And my computer clock will randomly jump three, five, or ten minutes ahead, or an hour, or an hour and ten minutes.
Screwed me up pretty badly just a few minutes ago when I thought I was horribly late but the clock was just an hour and ten minutes fast.
I should probably get that fixed or something.
Well, it's time to get outta heeyuh.
Ramble atcha later!

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20275488/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20275488/ Mon, 01 Sep 2008 16:15:02 PDT
The Soundtrack to Your Life Survey

Make a soundtrack for your life, putting your mp3 of choice on shuffle and matching songs with the following:

Opening song: morganna - Yuki Kajiura (.hack//SIGN)
[Proof that I'm a serious creeper.]

Waking up: Hydrophone Breakdown (Secret of the Deep Sea) - JigginJonT of OCRemix.org
[I wake up... underwater... in a stolen submarine... in some alternate remixed FFVII universe. Yeah.]

First date: Tifa's Theme - Nobuo Uematsu (FFVII)
[LOLOLOLOLOLOL NOTHX WHORE. You can fight my battles any day, but I think I'd rather take Aeris to dinner.]

First kiss: 100 Years - Five for Fighting
[I don't know whether to say this couldn't be any more depressing or any more adorable.]

Falling in love: End Credits - Nobuo Uematsu (FFVII: Advent Children)
[...
No.]

Losing Virginity: Phase No. 2: Innis - Chikayo Fukuda, Seizo Nakata, Norikatsu Fukuda (.hack//InMuOuQu)
[Yet again, a creepy song. =Creepy sex?]

Seeing an old love: To Nowhere - Yuki Kajiura (.hack//SIGN)
[Okay, it was originally FFVII:AC end credits again, but I decided to break the rules just this once. DX
As if this wasn't already depressing enough.]

Heartbreak: The Creator's Question - Chikayo Fukuda (.hack//GU)
[LOLOLOLOLOL A SONG ABOUT A GUY WHO PUT HIS CONSCIOUSNESS INTO AN AI AND DIED TRYING TO PROTECT HIS E-DAUGHTER FROM HER EVIL E-MOTHER]

Driving fast: Short Skirt, Long Jacket - Cake
[AHAHAHAHAH.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH.]

Getting ready to go out: A Day in Agrabah - Yoko Shimomura (Kingdom Hearts II)
[I. Am. Very. Displeased. Not only do I hate this song, but I hate that world. D<]

Partying with friends: Well Secret Story - (whoever composed for .hack//LotTB, lol.)
[I suppose "well secret story" is a pretty appropriate title for what happens when we get together. XD]

Dancing at a club: Conversation Via Radio (Do You Ever Wonder?) - Blue October
[Ohmygod. This is one depressing club.]

Flirting: Grand Finale - (whoever composed for .hack//LotTB, lol.)
[Um... no. XD]

Feeling sexy: Rising Sun (Hikari Rock Version) - Carb
[*whisper* Motto... hanasou yo mokuzen no... ashita no koto mo. *suggestive eyebrow raise*]

Talking back to your boss: Immoral Cascade - ALI PROJECT (.hack//Roots)
["Dontchu think you can boss me around, yo. I got a motherfucking violin army behind me!"]

Walking alone in the rain: The Igarashi Officers- Inspection - Noriyuki Iwadare (TrialsandTribulations)
[Yeah, because old pervy men totally have long, depressing walks in the rain. All the time.]

Missing someone: Search ~ Opening 2002 - Akemi Kimura (JusticeforAll)
[Nnnno. No no no no no. One of the detention center or reminisce themes I could take, but this? No.]

Playing in the ocean: Winning! The Victory Does Not End - Noriyuki Iwadare (TrialsandTribulations)
[I JUST KICKED YOUR ASS. SUCK ON THAT, OCEAN!]

Summer vacation: Son of Chaos (Shinra Company) - Xaleph of OCRemix.org
[I will vacation with Rufus? Eeew.]

Fighting with someone: SPEED-BOY - Chikayo Fukuda (.hack//GU)
[Only if it's a fight on BADASS single-wheeled MOTORCYCLES.]

Acting goofy with friends: Kimi ga Ita Monogatari (Your Legacy) - See-Saw (.hack//Liminality)
[I guess all my friends are emo kids who have serious problems with separating reality from dreams.]

Thinking back: Aeris' Theme (piano) - Shiro Hamaguchi, Seiji Honda
[Wow. That actually... fits. o:]

Feeling depressed: Jump to the Blue Sky - (whoever composed for .hack//LotTB, lol.)
[This is just about the least depressing song WMP could have chose. That and all the bright, happy techno and nonsensical "lalalala" singing are giving me a headache. XD]

Christmas time: Welcome to The World - Chikayo Fukuda (.hack//GU)
[That works, if I get Data Drained on Christmas.]

Falling asleep: Common Prarie Field - Chikayo Fukuda, Seizo Nakata, Norikatsu Fukuda (.hack//InMuOuQu)
[Yeah, I can dig falling asleep in a big, sunny, grassy field dotted with windmills and Cordyceps.]

Closing song: Surf Colorado - Bowling for Soup
[... At least it ends on a... defiant tone.]

NAO I DO IT AGEN WITH ONLY REAL MUSIC, BECAUSE YOU GAIZ ARE PROBABLY SICK OF HAVING NO IDEA WHAT ALL MY DORK MUSICS ARE.

The Soundtrack to Your Life Survey

Make a soundtrack for your life, putting your mp3 of choice on shuffle and matching songs with the following:

Opening song: Calling All Angels - Train
[Start of my life and I already think we're all going to Hell. XD]

Waking up: Why Worry - The All-... ]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20144934/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/20144934/ Mon, 25 Aug 2008 09:04:43 PDT Yesterday.
Second worst PMS of my life.
So much more than just cramps.
Couldn't walk, couldn't hardly move.
Threw up five times.

I sincerely hope I never do that again.

On a partially-related note, I've become addicted to DeathCabforCutie. <33 It's the perfect stuff to listen to when I'm in the mood for mellow and pretty, which is often.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/19667994/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/19667994/ Tue, 29 Jul 2008 19:11:33 PDT 1. Choose a few of your own characters. 5 at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions
3. Then tag three people.

~Daimian
~Gabrial
~Ailynn
~Senfael
~Kira-Sakuranbo
(The last three are from stories that are on indefinite hold. Kira-Sakuranbo's story was started for a school project and then abandoned in favor of a story I'd already finished, and Ailynn and Senfael's story is still in planning. Daimian and Gabrial don't have a story of their own, but are important characters to me and might show up in other stories.)

1) How old are you?
Daimian: Twenty-two.
Gabrial: Twenty.
Ailynn: Technically twenty-one, but my body is seventeen.
Senfael: Twenty-one. Ailynn and I share a birthday! 8D
Kira-Sakuranbo: Sixteen, and FABULOUS.

2) Height?
Daimian: 5'8"
Gabrial: 5'5"
Ailynn: 5'3"
Senfael: 5'10"
Kira-Sakuranbo: 5'7"

3) You got any bad habits?
Daimian: I tend not to listen to my head, lol.
Gabrial: I ignore my own needs in favor of everyone else's wants, which earns me the reputation of a pushover.
Ailynn: Ummm... I got kidnapped? DX If we're going to talk about my human self, I suppose I could say I don't go out in public a lot, so I end up sucking majorly at socializing.
Senfael: I speak without thinking. A lot.
Kira-Sakuranbo: Sometimes I act more perfect than I already am, and then other people feel bad because they aren't as perfect as me. :3

4) You a virgin?
Daimian: *grumble* No.
Gabrial: CELIBACY LOL
Ailynn: Uh, my body is still in highschool. I'm not stupid.
Senfael: Er, I'm waiting until I rescue my fiancee.
Kira-Sakuranbo: Ugh, virginity is for L-O-S-E-R-S. Name a hot guy, and I bet I've been there.

5) Who's your mate or spouse?
Daimian: *shrug* There just isn't anyone who would love me enough to make that kind of commitment. I am pretty much a monster of a human being, after all.
Gabrial: I guess I'll find out when he comes along, huh?
Ailynn: Senfael... wherever he is.
Senfael: Ailynn... once I find her.
Kira-Sakuranbo: Don't tell anybody, but I'm secretly dating Ethenn Ouzorasuke. Sometimes we fight crime together. Isn't that CUTE?! X3

6) Have any kids?
No. How could they have time for epic adventures if they had kids to tie them down? XD

7) Favorite food?
Daimian: Oily, herb-showered, warm, soft, DELICIOUS bread[sticks].
Gabrial: Raspberriess~!
Ailynn: I don't remember what the food was like in my native land, so I guess I'll have to go with French onion soup.
Senfael: I prefer rabbits, raw or lightly roasted, and I only hunt the old and the sick.
Kira-Sakuranbo: Anything chocolate, totally.

8) Favorite ice cream flavor?
Daimian: Vanilla, or cookies+cream.
Gabrial: Cookiedough or mintchocolatechip.
Ailynn: Strawberry.
Senfael: ... Ice cream? I occasionally eat ice in the winter, and every now and then I drink cream, but a combination of the two? And a flavor? This must be one of those human "technology" things that Rentiel told me about.
Kira-Sakuranbo: Coffee!

9) Killed anyone?
Daimian: Yes, but I'd rather not give details.
Gabrial: I've wanted to before, but fortunately never did.
Ailynn: No, not unless I killed someone in my first four years of life back in my native land.
Senfael: Not yet, but I will kill whoever kidnapped Ailynn. *menacing scowl*
Kira-Sakuranbo: Like, no way! Why would I kill anyone, anyway? Everybody loves me!

10) Any secrets?
Daimian: My past is a secret to anyone who didn't know me then.
Gabrial: I try to be open with my friends about secrets. I do trust them, after all.
Ailynn: THIS ISN'T MY REAL BODY. SOMEONE TAKE ME BACK HOOOOME. D:
Senfael: There's no effing way I'd stay with Ailynn's human body. No matter what I tell that girl, we ARE going home sooner or later.
Kira-Sakuranbo: When there's trouble afoot, I become the Scarlet Songstress! Together with Ethenn and Shiro-chan, I aid Midgonheim's police force by thwarting dastardly criminals! But to everyone else, I'm just plain ol' Kira. :3

11) Hate anyone?
Daimian: Myself. I find it difficult to hate most people because I'm usually more savage than they are.
Gabrial: I try not to hate. I try to understand and sympathize with the motivations behind people's actions.
Ailynn: Uhh, the lamer who kidnapped me?
Senfael: THE FOOL WHO KIDNAPPED AILYNN.
Kira-Sakuranbo: How could I hate anyone when no one hates me?

12) Love Anyone?
Daimian: I will love anyone who can show me the meaning of truth and beauty.
Gabrial: I love all those who will take time to care about me.
Ailynn: I don't remember much about him, but I suppose I better love Senfael if I don't already.
~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/19497467/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/19497467/ Sun, 20 Jul 2008 09:58:45 PDT My mom is being dumb and has an appointment fifteen minutes before we have to leave, so I'm going with Karl instead.
It's gonna be an adventure. First we'll have hot sex while we're alone in his house, then we'll seriously offend his aunt, who apparently has a stick up her ass.
Hahaha, that was a lie. We're going to do his chores instead of having sex, and I'll pretend to be an angel for his aunt.
AND THEN I'LL BE AT CAMP WITHOUT YOU LAMERS.
Well, some of you lamers might be there, but that's not the point. The point is that Yanni isn't going, even though we made a promise. Hear that? Yeah. Yeah, that's right. I said it.

Anyway, see you guys next week.
<33

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/19144173/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/19144173/ Tue, 01 Jul 2008 10:17:23 PDT
There was a big white-and-black cat lounging around in the parking lot at the middle school, just like Scrappy used to do. I tried approaching her, but she ran away from me.
About a block later, I heard a short cry. I turned around, and there was a little kitten following me. She was grey with white paws and a white neck; I thought she was Scrappy at first.
As it turned out, she was extremely friendly, so I thought maybe I'd bring her back with me.
It took forty-five minutes to get her home because she'd get distracted and wander away, but she was very happy to come inside, explore the house, and sleep with me.
This morning, we let her outside to see if she would try to leave, but she just poked around the yard, so we're probably going to keep her.
Her name is Mia and she loves my brother and I.
She's definitely no Scrappy replacement, but she's just the kind of cat I need.

Also,
I bought The Host last Thursday, because I was tired of waiting for someone to recommend it to me.
And now I'm recommending it to all of you.
Go read it.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/19011923/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/19011923/ Tue, 24 Jun 2008 00:01:00 PDT Being the dork that I am, I was watching wrestling tonight.
And there are these brothers, let's call them M H and J H. They used to wrestle together, but they ended up separated and wrestling on different circuits.
They're both pretty epix sexy. And J is pretty fucking gay.
I wish they'd just eat eachother's faces already.
Anyway, tonight was the draft, and J got drafted to M's circuit. They wrestled together in a surprise match, then M got drafted to a different circuit immediately after.
AND HE FUCKING KISSED J ON THE CHEEK.
Damnit, I wish they'd just eat eachother's faces already.

So then I was talking to onee-san about it, and we decided that if I searched "'m' 'j' 'h' yaoi" on Deviantart, I'd get porn.
Well, I was right.
But that isn't what bothers me.
What bothers me is that it all looks like horrible.
There's even "fanfics" for it, lol.

Anyway.
Ignore that if you like.
I'm just frustrated, squicked, and ranting.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/18861127/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/18861127/ Sun, 15 Jun 2008 19:16:23 PDT All of it was pretty surreal, until I woke up the next morning with my neck aching.
If you weren't there, shame on you.

Hannah and I speeched at the graduation. As if my AzN elitist mind needed any more proof that my speech was better than Hannah's, I had probably ten or fifteen people tell me how great it was, along with several parents who said the same to my dad, and a handful of people who repeatedly told me this.
Which is funny, because I thought it was a really broad generalization, and only applied to a select few people. I guess that's the real magic of it, though; it was true for everyone after all.
The last few days were amazing. I got permission to essentially run all around school Thursday afternoon and all day Friday, visiting friends/teachers in other classes, getting my yearbook/shirt signed, and pretty much doing whatever. Since I was wearing deadly heels by choice on Thursday, and by force on Friday, most people sympathised with me when I took them off to go upstairs, and "forgot" to put them back on when I was safely downstairs again.
And in addition to my speech, I had lovely long talks with Mrs. Mai and Mrs. Ulmen, and with Mrs. Masteller's whole class.
Yeah, I feel important and memorable. What of it?
It's a lot less depressing to leave now that I'm certain I won't be forgotten.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/18743135/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/18743135/ Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:13:44 PDT (SEVEN TO NINE. BE THERE.)
Libby.
Go there.
Do it.
For me.
And for all the other epic people who will be there.

I GOT TIMES. YOU REMEMBER TO GET YOUR ASS UP THERE.
I regret to tell you that I don't have a digital copy of the permission slip to give you guys, but as long as you're alumni, you shouldn't have a problem.

In other news, last night [actually, the last twenty minutes I was asleep this morning] I had one of the most amazing dreams evar.
And I'm in the process of writing it.
So you'll see it hopefully later today.

Go to the dance!
I love you? <3

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/18486464/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/18486464/ Sat, 24 May 2008 22:08:32 PDT Back from Shoshone.
It was pretty fun.
I mean, I hate being at most outdoor camps, but that wasn't as bad as everyone makes it sound. It at least wasn't as restricted as WSU. Annd I was with my friends the entire time, so it was a lot more enjoyable than it could have been.
And now for an epic story.
This dumb kid [Driscoll] is taking a dump in the bathroom.
A fifth grader and his friend walk in. The one kid says to his friend, "Hey, watch this." He reaches under Driscoll's stall with a camera in his hand, and takes a picture.
Fifthie kid's mom walks into the bathroom and starts yelling at him for taking the picture.
Driscoll is trying not to laugh, but nobody cares about him.
It turns out the stupid fifthie kid is one I know and hate. He's pretty infamous for being a huge pervert, and he told me once that I needed to shave.
Ass.
But yeah, Driscoll and all them guy friends of his were talking about that for the rest of the day, and the one after it. They'll probably still be talking about it when we get back on Tuesday.

Yeahh. 8D
So, bad news.
The whole time, I had to deal with Karl being all "<333333333333333333333333333333333333333333" on his new girl. Problem? Yes. I still love him to death, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't love him anywhere near as much as he loves her.
Not that he'll listen when I try to say that.
Annd Macks is in DC. For a week. Which sucks, because the last time I saw him it was for like, ten seconds, and I was crying pretty effing hard.
I think I'm getting sick. It looks like the amazing unknown Asyia sickness that I get every now and then. Last time I had it, I was sick for three weeks, with each week worse than the last. Problem: that means I might be sick for graduation. If I am, I'll cry forever. Nokidding.

The end. :3

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/17247393/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/17247393/ Wed, 19 Mar 2008 07:18:57 PDT
I was playing Kingdom Hearts, when suddenly I was sucked through the television screen and into the World That Never Was. The first thing I saw was Axel grinning triumphantly.
"I finally got you!" he said.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"I've been watching you for a long time, and I really love the way you play," he said, and raised those tiny red eyebrows of his suggestively.
"... So you kidnapped me?" I asked incredulously.
"Well, it's not just that," he explained. "You see, I'm wildly in love with you."
"But... you're a Nobody! You don't have a heart!"
"And that, little angel, is where you are wrong. As it turns out, Riku is my Somebody in the canon-defying world you obviously live in, so he offered to give me back his heart, turning him into an ultra-sexy Heartless whom I sometimes shag when I'm bored."

And really, I couldn't argue with that. So, being quite in love with Axel myself, I agreed to let him take me to Radiant Garden to get married, and then wherever else after that.
We didn't go back to the World That Never Was, because the rest of the Organization was in such disarray. Xemnas and Saix had started up some kind of morally-questionable master-servant relationship, Xigbar and Xaldin regularly screwed while suspended upside-down in midair like passionate acrobats, Vexen and Marluxia were known to have angry sex as a result of their love-hate relationship, everybody knew Lexaeus and Zexion had been screwing from the start, Demyx and Luxord had tentatively formed a bond and now were famous lovers, Roxas, depressed at having lost his chance with Axel, had gone to find Sora in hopes that he'd be open for a fuck or a long-term commitment, and Larxene was in a state of constant PMS that made her very unattractive to any and all males she would happen to meet.

You can see why we generally avoided them. Axel, after having reclaimed his heart, had left the Organization, and now was something of an unwelcome presence there. As promised, we went first to Radiant Garden, where I decided to check up on my Final Fantasy friends, since no one cares about the Disney characters.

Cloud and Leon, apparently, had developed strong attractions to protagonist angst, and consequently were very attracted to each other. Cloud, however, was unwilling to admit it, and frequently talked about his problems with Aeris, who, unsurprisingly, was a sweet and helpful girl that everyone loved. Cid, in his loneliness, tried to hump a Moogle, got caught, and was sent back to Traverse Town as punishment. Sephiroth could often be seen hanging around the Great Maw and other such areas, but kept to himself unless he felt like flying into town and raping Cloud once or twice. Tifa's back had been broken from the strain of carrying her enormous knockers around, and was lying in a hospital bed somewhere, full of medicine and highly unattractive, when I happened to visit. Yuffie was mysteriously missing, and I didn't have the courage to ask about her, although I overheard something about too much crackfic, bad RPs, and stalkerish fangirling.

After tying the knot, Axel wanted to go to Twilight Town (which we did for a short while), but I wanted to stay in Radiant Garden, my absolute favorite of all the worlds. Despite the Heartless infestation, it was a wonderfully comfortable place to live, and we even got to see Riku every once in a while.

Unfortunately, Axel knew I was SICK, and that it would be best for my health to go home. After having lots of hot sex with Axel and Riku, they sent me back through the television with my wedding ring, five hundred munny, and an Elixir.

By the way, this really happened.

EDIT: I has photographic evidence.
Take that!
Nao u c the munny pouch. Don't mind my ugly rug background please.
Love my glove as much as I do~?

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/17171009/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/17171009/ Mon, 03 Mar 2008 19:33:47 PST Two: I are sick. DDD<
I stupidly tried to tough out my fever all day, but Dad got me to take some aspirin a few hours ago. Annnnd I have a terribly painful cough, and I can't sleep for more than two hours at a time.

Three: So a while ago Dad said he saw my dear kitten a few blocks away from my house. I've been going out every day to look for her since then, but to no avail. Last week I went and knocked on doors, asking people if they'd seen her, but nobody had. The house Dad said he saw her in front of was UNOCCUPIED when I went.
And apparently there's a savage robber and beater of old people loose in my neighborhood, so I'm not planning to go back and look for her any time soon.

AND I'M SICK. DDDDDDDD<
Four: Today is Dad's birthday. :3 Nobody cares except me~!

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16937710/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16937710/ Sat, 23 Feb 2008 19:40:26 PST
I mean liek, conquests. Amazing conquests. Once upon an earlier tonight, I went to a movie theater and stole myself a virginity.
BELIEVE IT. DATTEBAYO.

And I may or may not have enlisted a manwhore. If I have, I feel terribly sorry for him.

And I've finally lived one of my dreams. I seme'd a MAN. CONQUERED. DOMINATED. OVERPOWERED.
BELIEVE IT. DATTEBAYO.

By the way, gaiz, don't take all that as literally as it sounds.

So outside of that, life sucks, emo shit is emo, ninety percent of people are epic phail, and one person in particular needs to be hanged. You know, typical teenage angst crap.

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OhMiles.
There. Please forgive the lame, five-second image host. Enjoy yer lovestruck Feenie.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16611181/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16611181/ Mon, 28 Jan 2008 14:29:20 PST
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag three people.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?
GOD DIVA-- ALI PROJECT (.hack//Roots)
[Ohfuck. That's such a scary song.]


HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
bridge 04-- Yuki Kajiura (.hack//SIGN)
[Naw. Too pretty.]


WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Infiltrating Shinra Tower-- Nobuo Uematsu (Final Fantasy VII)
[Ohmgaw. It really turns me on when they sneak into Shinra Tower and end up imprisoned. Fuck yes.]


HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Mia's Death-- Chikayo Fukuda, Norikatsu Fukuda, Seizo Nakata (.hack//InMuOuQu)
[Well, I guess the only comfort in this is that Mia gets revived after you beat the game, but still.]


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Announce the Truth 2002-- Akemi Kimura (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney: Justice for All)
[Fuck yes. Don't make me go all Psycholock on your ass, bitches!]


WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Edge [instrumental]-- See-Saw (.hack//Liminality)
[Damnit. If it were the lyrical version, I'd be really happy, because this song is the sex.]


WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Fantasia alla Marcia [blah blah blah, it's the ending of KHII]-- Yoko Shimomura (and the Tokyo Philharmonic?)
[Nnnnnno. Just no.]


WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Berry Big Circus-- Akemi Kimura (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney: Justice for All)
[I sincerely hope not, 'cause I really hate that place.]


WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?
Winning Cheer-- Chikayo Fukuda (.hack//GU)
[Aside from hating this song a lot, no. Not at all.]


WHAT IS 2 + 2?
Phase 4- Fidchell-- Chikayo Fukuda, Norikatsu Fukuda, Seizo Nakata
[OMG. FUCK YES. This is what I mean by WMP knowing how to scare the hell out of me.]


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
A Day in Agrabah-- Yoko Shimomura (Kingdom Hearts)
[No! It's a lie! I love you! I hate Agrabah!]


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Common Wasteland Field ~battle~-- Chikayo Fukuda, Norikatsu Fukuda, Seizo Nakata (.hack//InMuOuQu)
[Hahahahahahhahahahaha. Well, the wasteland and battle parts are right.]


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
School Days-- Yuki Kajiura (.hack//Liminality)
[Errrah! Pretty much...]


WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Electric de Chocobo-- Nobuo Uematsu (Final Fantasy VII)
[HELLS YES.]


WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Phoenix Wright- Objection! 2002-- Akemi Kimura (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney: Justice for All)
[Yeah, that's about right. Except whenever I make a Gyakuten reference he starts complaining and doesn't shut up.)


WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Your Legacy (instrumental)-- See-Saw (.hack//Liminality)
[Well, I'd dance to the lyrical version, because the song is actually pretty appropriate for weddings. :3]


WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL
Narrating Soul-- (unknown composer! .hack//UDEDEN)
[Naw, not depressing enough.]


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Honeysuckle ~Shino's Theme~-- Chikayo Fukuda (.hack//GU)
[You mean, I'll unknowingly be in love with all of them, and not figure it out until they go comatose? Will I go completely insane looking for the bastard that killed them? Will I meet a chick who looks exactly like them but bugs the shit outta me, and end up falling in love with her just before my friends wake up and make things really awkward?
Oops, spoilers.]


WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
bridge 02-- Yuki Kajiura (.hack//SIGN)
[Ehh. I would have preferred Coppelia's Casket or something hawt like that, but whatever.
Kopperia no hitsugi/nagareru namida wa mou karehate... *cough*]

GO DO THIS NAO.
Oooh, look! I almost made a Godot! :3
Anyway. Srsly. Do e3t.

Let's do it again! 'Cause I love these kinds of quizzes so much~!
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?
Interlude-- Yuki Kajiura (.hack//SIGN)
[If my words could be this pretty, then yes. :3]


HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
One-Winged Angel (orchestral)-- Nobuo Uematsu (Final Fantasy VII)
[You know it, bitches.]


WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Dive to the Heart -Destati--- Yoko Shimomura (Kingdom Hearts II)
[I'm not even going to contemplate what kind of crazy this would make my ideal lover.]


HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Humiliation-- Yuki Kajiura (... ]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16493694/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16493694/ Sun, 20 Jan 2008 17:13:49 PST these gaiz? If you haven't, do so now.
Specifically, I'm referring to this picture, a Franziska-less version of which is all over the intarwebz.

Now, in case you didn't notice from the brief description on the site, all this stuff happened in an amazingly coincidental place.

TAKE THAT!
Sakura-con '07.
That's right. Some of us were there.
And so were they.

HOLD IT!
Why didn't we see them? It is a fairly small con, after all.
More importantly, what if we did, and don't remember it?

I now pronounce the defendants guilty of having missed such a great picture opportunity.

Let's just hope they come back next year. (^o~)

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16303708/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16303708/ Mon, 07 Jan 2008 16:06:20 PST How did I last this long?

Thirty-one days ago, he said he hoped we could still be friends. Now he says he wants nothing to do with me.
How could I love such a dickwad?

I hate to be dramatic, but everything seriously is falling down all around me. Going to school isn't even worth seeing him any more. You guys are pretty much all I've got, you and one or two of my Odyssey friends.

On a less depressing note, today is Xemnas/Saix day. Oh wait, that is depressing. For the love of everything that is good and canon and sensical, I urge you not to support Xemnas/Saix. 'Cause it's icky.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16004202/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/16004202/ Wed, 19 Dec 2007 17:30:44 PST You gaiz remember this hither OrgLIX video thing?
THEY FOUND IT.
ON MY BIRTHDAY.

BEST BIRTHDAY EVAR.

Srsly.

I highly regret that I can no longer post sexy videos here. Maybe I'll surrender myself to that horrid YouTube place.
Soon as I make moar OrgLIX love. Which I totally will.

Oh yeah, and it's my birthday today. It's also day twelve. I was mortified yesterday when my ex-boyfriend showed up at my house for no apparent reason. And even more so when he told me there was a party.
An effing surprise party. I hate parties. D<
Some friends at my house on my birthday I can deal with, but a party is too much.
At least I didn't have to clean up after them.
And hopefully I'll have some Phoenix Wright love soon. :3
Anyway.
Best birthday evar. Seriously.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/15861279/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/15861279/ Wed, 12 Dec 2007 06:54:05 PST Um, yeah. Back to the emo bin for me. Claire knows why. I should probably learn how to deal with problems without going all masochistic and imploded, but it's too late for that now.

We'll put it this way: Emmett left Rosalie for no apparent reason, except the best one in the world.
Shit is complicated.

EDIT (12/11): Walked into a pole while I was trying to stare at him. The swelling is only just barely going down. At least my good friend Tape was behind me, and he let me wear his sexy red-and-black Santa hat instead of making fun of me for walking into a pole.
Oh, and that hat=red and black, LIKE MY HEART. [Those Lacking Spines reference!]

EDIT: (12/12)
Damn it, this is getting ridiculous. My knee hurts like shit now, and I don't even know what I did to make it hate me so much. So aside from having been robbed of my favorite facial expressions (because my eyebrow cries when I try to move it), stairs are now highly painful if not impossible.
Also, it's Shugo's birthday today, therefore logically making it Rena's birthday. Happy birthday to you, Retarded Twins.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/15552590/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/15552590/ Sat, 17 Nov 2007 18:47:45 PST Between now and then, I've beaten the game, raised all affection levels to the maximum, searched long and hard for the best possible equipment for all my party members, finished ninety percent of the sidequests, and gotten to floor ninety-five of the optional hundred-floor dungeon.
I had just finished floor ninety-five when I decided to save at a conveniently-placed save spot. I was remembering Dad's lecture on turning off the PS2 to save power, so I thought I'd turn it off, since I was going to stop playing for a while.

I turned it off before it was done saving.

And corrupted all my save data.

I was wandering around the house in shock for about half an hour.

Finally I made Sora dance to some Disney songs and kicked Xemnas' ass to relive some of the distress, and it worked pretty well.

On the bright side, I never finished the sidequests in //Reminisce, so I'm going to do that and use the more complete file to restart my game on //Redemption.

Yuffie's birthday is the twentieth of this month, I do believe. I'm not making her anything special. I love her, but not that much. D<

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/15489432/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/15489432/ Tue, 13 Nov 2007 06:57:33 PST
[x] Said "Got it Memorized?" in a normal conversation?
---Pfft. Of course.

[x] Said "As if!" in a normal conversation?
---Think so, but I wasn't referring to Xigbar.

[x] Put your hair up like your favorite character? (To the best of your ability.)
---Xigbar's, Xaldin's, Zexy's (that didn't work very well), Saix's, and I made one very short attempt at Larxene hair once.
Xaldin hair is my favorite. [>w<]

[x] Had a "sword fight" with your friend?
---XD Why wouldn't I?

[x] Wished that you owned a cosplay outfit?
---I sort of have one. Kind of.

[x] Gotten obsessed with something like fire (Axel), instruments (Demyx), books (Zexion), etc?
---Does it still count if I was obsessed with the moon before I played Kingdom Hearts?
Does it count that I now have fangirl attacks whenever I hear words like "lexicon" or "claymore?"

[x] Memorized every member, their element, "code names" and weapon in order? ("Code names" are like, "Superior", "Freeshooter", etc.)
---Did that long ago. I could recite elements, lesser nobodies, titles, names, and translations of some of the Japanese titles, but you may not appreciate that.

[ ] Role played?
---[>_>]

[x] Wanted to dye your hair the same color as your favorite character?
---While I have always wanted to dye my hair silver, Saix's hair is blue.

[x] Heard someone say a number I through XIII, and immediately thought about the Organization member that has that number?
---All the time! XD There was one time last year when we were doing this lame all-school activity, and every group got a plate with their group number. I made sure to steal the "seven" plate afterward! (^3^)

[x] Wished you were a Nobody?
---Is there a problem with that?

[x] Wished you were a Heartless?
---If I get to be all hardcore like Riku, then yes.

[ ] Done the 1000 Heartless battle without using any reaction commands?
---Not a chance! I only survive that battle with my patience intact by hammering on the triangle button!

[ ] Been careful about using the word "Nobody"? ("Nobody" can defeat me!)
---No, but I do always laugh after someone says "nobody."

[x] Gotten the Ultima Weapon?
---THAT'S RIGHT.

[ ] Completely finished the journal?
---All the Twilight Town minigames are impossible. Actually, just the cart one and the poster one. And all the skateboard games make my thumbs very confused.
But that's the only section I haven't finished. :3

[ ] Refused to believe that Organization XIII has actually faded?
---No, they're dead, alright, but I just hope they're in a better place.
*starts fathoming what might be in Saix's heaven/hell*

[ ] Played Re:Chain of Memories, FM+, etc?
---Hah! I wish! [>n<]

In other news, my kitten-child hasn't returned, and Yuffie's birthday is on the twentieth.

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/15050945/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/15050945/ Sat, 13 Oct 2007 22:48:01 PDT I am indeed writing him a birthday present, although it will most likely be late. It's a pretty VincentxLucrecia fic, because I am wildly in love with Lucrecia and I have respect for the straight pairings.

In other news, my child (my cat, for those who haven't heard me call her that) has disappeared. I haven't seen her in a week, which is very uncharacteristic of her. She's about ten years old, which Dad says is old enough for her to die, but she always seemed perfectly healthy to me. There are pretty much three possibilities as to what happened to her: either she got hit by a car, she ran away (which is highly unlikely), or she hid somewhere and died.
I'm still keeping my hopes up, in case she mysteriously appears, but I miss her like she's dead.
Kitten-child, won't you come back to me?

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/14793515/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/14793515/ Tue, 25 Sep 2007 22:16:45 PDT
So liek we had to run the fucking mile today. Actually, we had to do it on Friday, but I'm glad I walked and ended up without a score, because the bitch teacher made everyone do it again today. Even Karl, who finished first on Friday and suffered an assmar attack and a consequent EPIC SICKNESS afterward.

I wasn't quite as unlucky as Karl (I might be though; we'll wait and see), but I did have a dry throat before I even started running. One lap into it, I was getting this terrible pain at the base of my throat that makes breathing torture. Four laps and thirteen minutes later, I collapsed. Rachel and Karl had to carry me back into the gym, and Conor carried me back to class half an hour later.

I won't say that being spoiled all morning wasn't enjoyable, but at least it could have come without the collapsing and not being able to stand for the next hour part.

Was it better than having heat stroke? Probably. At least I wasn't puking and unable to stand for three hours this time. Still, I curse my curse of thirst.

And now you should go watch Rodiggity if you haven't already, because it'll make me feel better. (^o^)

]]> ~imkikyo http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/14748221/ http://imkikyo.deviantart.com/journal/14748221/ Sat, 22 Sep 2007 19:27:13 PDT ROBOT CHICKEN EPISODE NUMBER TWENTY-EIGHT, "RODIGGITY," IS NOW PLAYING ON THE ADULT SWIM FIX. In case you didn't go and Wiki all the Robot Chicken episodes looking for one particular sketch, like I did, here's what's so fantabulous about that episode.

IT CONTAINS THE FINAL FANTASY VII BURGER JOINT SKETCH.

How epic is that? Quickly, before your time is up! Click the link to the greatest Robot Chicken episode of all time!
I know not when or if this link will expire, but I do know that you should go watch Robot Chicken episode number twenty-eight right now. The main attraction is about four or so minutes in to the episode.

SEPHIROTH: CLOUD, I NEED YOU TO WORK ON SATURDAY!
CLOUD: BUT THE TWENTY-EIGHTH EPISODE OF ROBOT CHICKEN IS ON!
SEPHIROTH: HA HA HA!

]]> ~imkikyo