Heeeeee.

There is a preview of the new Stephen King novel on Amazon. Dude.

Here is what I remember most clearly about that other part of my life: a hot afternoon toward the end of my month long stay in an expensive convalescent home, the expensive air conditioning broken, tied down in my bed, a soap opera on the television, a thousand midnight bells ringing in my head, pain burning and stiffening my right side like a poker, my missing right arm itching, my missing right fingers twitching, no more Oxycontin due for awhile (I don't know how long, because telling time is beyond me), and a nurse swims out of the red, a creature coming to look at the monkey in the cage, and the nurse says: "Are you ready to visit with your wife?" And I say: "Only if she brought a gun to shoot me with."

January 22nd. D:

I also like:

Then, less than two days after getting her, I forgot her name. I could only think of boy names, each one making me angrier: Randall, Russell, Rudolph, River-fucking-Phoenix.

Heeee.

I need to catch up on the FL and all my comments now. brrrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrb.

Heh.

So I think the Z/TK/DC story is going to be posted (in locked posts, since it will be a rough drafty thing) on caineslayer for now. Cause I'm planning on posting it on there really soon, but I want to finish it before posting it anywhere else (ff.net, tfn.net, etc. -- if I decide to post it anywhere else O_o)...

Yeah, so look for that crack on the writing LJ soon. Hehe.

I got lots of fun things for Christmas like my Nightman hoodie ("What is that? A page out of a coloring book?"), new Office calendars, Mario Party DS, writing books -- and omg the best t-shirt ever. It's like "the Pen Fifteen Club, est. 1993" -- it was like a total flashback to third grade and I love it. (GOOD FIND VV AND BB. XD)

I would write more about the awesome Christmas, but I really need to get to bed. My head is killing me. :(

And I have been feeling all crap lately, so you know what that calls for. Re-reads of The Long Walk and Lisey's Story! Cause there's nothing like pretty boys dying and can opener gashes to make me feel better!

... wait, wut? D:


EDIT: I miss the Crash Test Dummies. Even though I was forced to listen to one cd of theirs all the way to Florida and all the way back (13 hours) a long time ago on Spring Break while my Dad was driving. Ahhh, memories. XD

Hurrr.

HERE ARE SOME RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME AND ABOUT ME + FANDOM. I am bored and taking a break from writing a story. So you get some weird crap. SORRY. Hehe.

-- If you read a recent past entry you will know that I have an acute fear of vomit/vomiting. I can't hear it, I can't watch it, I can't do it. On movies and fictional TV shows it skeeves me out, but I can deal with it because I know it's fake. If it's a reality show or someone near me, I flip out. I can't watch Jackass/Wildboyz anymore because of this, because it is ALL STEVE-O DOES ANYMORE. D:

-- I kind of like the smell of paint and gas. Sitting at a gas station is bad because I will just be like, *SNORT*... I know, this is why I am the way I am. -_-

-- When I was in 8th grade, I watched WCW Wrestling. I wore NWO shirts to school and even went to the MCI Center to watch one of the Pay-Per-View big dealios. I had a lot of guy friends in Middle School, thanks to that. (Kidman & Big Sexy & Sting = love.)

-- I hate people. I really hate being around lots of people. Haaaate. But for some reason Disney World and Dragon*Con don't count.

-- I had a best friend named Heather in Elementary School. In second grade, we had the same Keds, the same pair of overalls and the same purple Beauty and the Beast lunchbox. We were the shit.

-- If I could live in any fictional city, it would be Midgar from Final Fantasy VII. Why? Because it is futuristic and sleazy. Other top choices. Lunarvale, Persona; Michaelangelo City, Galerians; Omikron (on Phaenon), Omikron: the Nomad Soul; the Los Angeles of 2019 as seen in Bladerunner, anywhere on Coruscant, Star Warzzzz -- and of course, Silent Hill.

-- If it wasn't for my stepbrother, Josh, who was sitting in the living room once when I was over at Dad's, playing Final Fantasy VII -- and going, "HEATHER, HEATHER, COME HERE THIS BITCH IN PINK DIES. YOU WILL LOVE IT BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WILL HATE HER." -- I would've never started playing video games like I do now.

-- I am depressed by the fact that I won't live to see the future -- cause I want to live in a place like in Bladerunner or Coruscant. It would be badass. Yay horribly urban and crazy high sprawl!

-- My first cosplay costume was Eriko Kirishima (Ellen) from Persona 2: Eternal Punishment. It was made in about two days before Katsucon 2001 and it was basically modified clearance clothes from Kohl's and a wig from a Sting-Wrestling makeup kit. XD I am still in love with cosplaying, even though my skills grow very, very slowly. Hehehehehe.

-- My first crushes were Bart Simpson (The Simpsons) and Raphael (TMNT). Later fictional crushes include Sirrus (Myst), Vincent Valentine (Final Fantasy VII) and Zell Dincht (Final Fantasy VIII). My favorite Sailor scout was Sailor Mars. I don't know what it is, I have a thing for the color red. Maybe this is why I am liking Darth Caedus so much. Yay favorite color phallic symbols! D:

-- If I am listening to a certain cd while I'm reading a book, they will be burned in my mind together FOREVER. Like Razorblade Suitcase by Bush is Myst: the Book of Atrus' soundtrack pretty much. And Becoming X by Sneaker Pimps goes hand in hand with Myst: the Book of D'ni. I can't hear "How Do" without crying my eyes out, thanks death of a major character. :(

-- The best soundtracks to game series go to Silent Hill (Akira Yamaoka) and Myst (Robyn Miller [Myst, Riven]/ Jack Wall [Myst III: Exile, Myst IV: Revelation] / Tim Larkin [URU, Myst V: End of Ages]) --- besides fitting said games amazingly, they are some of the best pieces of musical work in general. I could not live without these soundtracks.

-- Sometimes things in games really get to me. Poo on the whole "they aren't art" bullshit. The beginning of Dead Rising leaves a horrible pit in my stomach (the guy on the car, the woman jumping/getting pushed off the building -- all while I'm TAKING PICTURES OF IT) and makes me nervous and on edge when the game starts. I find myself wanting to get a discount on family therapy for Atrus' family by the time Myst IV: Revelation is over. I shed a tear or ten at Silent Hill 2. I do victory dances after boss fights. VIDEO GAMES ARE SRSBIDNESS. And they are art.

For real, how can stories alone and music alone and images alone and movies alone be art when something that is basically ALL OF THOSE THINGS COMBINED IS NOT? I REST MY CASE. [/phoenix]


And now I will get back to writing. Hehe.