Wham! Bam! Double Post!

Okaaay.

Yeah, double post. I only just read through the comments you guys have left. I forgot to change my alert thingy to my hotmail address. Now I shall know when you comment me MUAHAAHAHAH!


So, now that I have, I am COMPELLED BY THE POWER OF CEILING CAT to say hi to Lexi!

LEXI. Hallo!

This is a reply all smushed up to what I probably would have said had I actually remembered to set comment alerts up.

OMGAzumangaDaioh FELLOWFAN yaywin REPO IS AWESOME. Haruhi is made of win.

Therefore:

Hello and greetings.

-glompage-

((This is why we can't have nice things, Sam, because you're a crazy white chick))

oh, shush you.

Double brackets = someone from my subconscious scary-land talking. One of several people:

Lio
Nova
Luci
Any character I ever made ever. But usually the first three.

Remember Lio, anyone? the Lesser Imp of Brussels Sprouts?

No?

Nevermind.

ROZEN MAIDEN TIME GAIZ

Sam.

On a side note, I do believe that Megan could class as moe if she weren't so...uhm.....violent? Cause she's clumsy, cute, wears glasses, has a chest that could match up to Mikurus....but her personality is a combination of Konata and Kagime

In my opinion.

Anyways. I'll stop poisoning the interwebs with my crazy OH WAIT NOT YET

Me an' Connor sabotaged Simons IT work by typing random internet memes, anime junk and 4chan stuff. Y'know:

~desu
it is delicious cake, you must eat it
DO NOT TALK ABOUT /b/
if one sees a lion one must get in the car
shoop da woop
milhouse is not a meme
THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAA
Long cat is long

Speaking of which:

THIS WILL BLOW YOUR MINDS. and possibly slow your pc down.

BEHOLD! The glory of LONGCAT:

Orrrr not.

Blogger has a grudge against the glory of long cat. Who is really really F*cking long

Oh well.

Catch you guys later

Sam ~desu

Goddammit, I need to watch Rozen Maiden so I can legitametly use that joke!

fajghkahfdafidfnosad

My reaction to the end of Blood+

No other comment than that.

It is epic though, highly recommended if you like an anime with an actual plot that makes sense.

Uhm...I guess I'm off to watch Rozen Maiden now.

Have a demotivational poster:

Buying Zydrate from an unlicensed source is illegal

I. Am. A. Repo. Junkie.

first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.

GIMME MOAAARRRRR.

Anyways. I discovered this wonderful fact after this happened:

I was getting all 'eguughigh' just sitting in my room doing nothing but look at fanfic, go on DA and listen to Repo! songs.

So I went out (supposedly to take photos)

There were lots of people at South Hill. Do not want.

So after a while I went to the park-in-the-woods-that-isnt-really-in-the-woods-but-oh-well. I was on the swings, listening to Repo over and over again. I was singing at some point, and I think I creeped out these two guys who were playing basketball there. Probably when I was singing 21st century cure and did the whole 'it's my job to steal and rob...GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEEESSSS!' thing. lawl.

Then I realised I was twitching out over Repo and went home listening to Draconian and that opening song from Lucky Star.


But I am still addicted to Repo!

And also to Grilotastic fanfics.

Oh! Made up quote that someone needs to make a banner/icon for:

"Being a Grilo fan means thinking that Zydrate Anatomy = Best. First. Date. EVER"

Indeed it does.

Wouldn't it be cool to have the 'GRAAAAVESSS!' part of 21st century cure as your ringtone? You'd just be sitting on the bus or something and then you get a call. Instead of Nokia's trademark ringtone you make all the other people jump when the phone goes 'GRAAAAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEESSS!'

Am I the only one who thinks that would be made of win?

Probably.

Also: I am goth today. And was yesterday. It is fun to dress like this. I need more skirts though. And some black shorts so I can be a summer!goth and have freakin' pockets. Or maybe I should just not be goth at all. I dunno..

On another note; I found my halloween makeup and used it for a MYOWNFACEFUCKYES photoshoot with my new camera. It was pretty fun. I might post some of the pics, I might not. Probably not though. There is a before and after version of one on my DeviantArt though.

Why am I feeling so bored?

There are 23 Guitar Hero fanfics. Go to ff.net, look under games where guitar hero is listed and then see the number in brackets confirm this.

Still no runemarks fanfic.

Goddammit, back to my other fandoms then.

Hmmm, I never listed which fandoms I read, did I? INFLICTION TIME.

I read:

Maximum Ride
Labyrinth
Twilight (rarely, though)
Tithe
Repo! The Genetic Opera


Yeah, that's my fangirlishness about fanfic broken down so that you can ridicule me later in life.

Fuck it, I'm going to go and re-read Grilo fics until someone posts something new.

What, you didn't think I was actually going to write stuff for myself did you?

side note: in Zydrate Anatomy, how many of the Z-addicts do you think became Z-addicts simply because they wanted Graverobber to put a gun against their anatomy? (Innuendo entirely intentional)

10/9

REPOJOKEREPOJOKREPOJOKEREPOJOKE!

I downloaded Bloodsuckers last night. FINALLY, I HAVE IT. It's a really great film. All about people who hunt evil space vampires. There's blood, gore, violence and vampire mind sex.

Ponder that whilst I dissappear leaving you with all this weirdness.

GOODBYE

-attempts graverobbers backofatruck swirly hand bow-

-fails-

Sam

....

I got a new camera. For my novel. I am most pleased. Photo taking is good. Video taking is good. Can't work the microphone yet.

Too bored to be more excited.

Watching The Melancholy Of Haruhi Suzumiya right now. It's supposed to be good and it's pretty awesome so far (about 5/6 eps in)

Sam.

Cooking is so fun, cooking is so fun, now it's time to take a break and see what we have done!

Ah, Chiyo-chan. An endless source of ten-year-old-child-prodigy amusement.

And if you have now idea what I'm talking about, then you should watch Azumanga Daoih.

Heeeey, you guys! I'm blogging after my shorter-than-usual break.

For at least two days, though, I have AN ACTUAL REASON.

I have been sick. Bleghishly so. On Saturday I got up and was all aooohhhh, crappy headaccchhhe, ppiiiiiilllllss.

And also fever.

And then chills whilst having a high temperature BUT I WENT TO THE RP AT JACKS HOUSE ANYWAY. Cause I'm a hardcore nerd like that.

Oh yes.

Then on Sunday I had THE HEADACHE TO END ALL HEADACHES (overabuse of capslock is a sick-person privilege) It sucked ASSS. So I had uber-painkillers and slept most of the day. Over Saturday and Sunday I watched most of Azumanga Daioh. It cheered me up. I finished watching Darker Than Black before that though. I had to watch part of it in subs, which didn't bug me as much as I thought it would.

Moving on, I took the day off today, to recover properly. Cause this morning I was like
'gah, headache, I'll be fine.'
then
'gah, why is it so hot?'
'dude, it's cold'
'really? ah shitake mushrooms'

But hopefully I'll be aaaaaalll better tomorrow, so that I can play catch up with the History coursework and also get to skip sciene fifth period for choir. Miss Field calls it School Chorus, but I call it choir. If it aint broken don't fix it.

Why did that last sentence come out in Osaka's voice? Man, I've been watching too much anime.

I was looking up alibinism before this post. Mainly cause I was considering having a character be albino. It turns out that albinism is really interesting to read about. Go look it up. It's all science-y but it interested me.

Yay, genetic conditions!

Also: hooray, I've got two more modules this month! One maths, one science. Funfunfun.

But next month I have the comicon and possibly the nerdfighter gathering with Megan to look forwards to. Guess who's gonna be at comicon? THAT GUY WHOSE NAME I CANT REMEMBER WHO PLAYS MOHINDER FREAKING SURESH FROM HEROES!!!!

F*CKING WIN!

In other news: ITV have cancelled Primeval in favour of their after-the-watershed shows because the SFX cost too much.

And the series that just finished? Ayup. Ended on a cliffhanger. Hoo boy will there be a lot of compaints.

More news: I want a graphics tablet, I'm procrastinating on fanfic again, the novel I'm working on isn't one that people would necessarily like or the one I'd planned to write next

YAY LIFE!

Dun worry though, guys. It's apples.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT EVEN MEANS OR WHY I'VE STARTED SAYING ITTTTTTT

Sam.

Repo & Fanfic

Yayzorz.

On Saturday, I stayed up till 2am writing a slightly lemony Max Ride crackfic that started out as me having a rant with Max and Fang because I was deliriously bored.

Then I wrote the semi-lemon

Lemon slice

Lemon juice

Thing

Anyways, I'm working on a new chapter, cause crackfic is fun when you can't be bothered to write proper fanfic and want to make people giggle anyway.

CRC is going well - muchos reviews, almost 200 I think.

I WATCHED REPO ON SUNDAY

IT IS SO FULL OF WIN

With the thing and the organs and the singing and the goth-ness and the graverobber and the dying and the coolness

AWESOME. TIMES PIE.

Yes, that kind of pie.

I'm strange.

On another note - I'm beginning to not like the username I've had for so many things for so long.

Yeah, you know, the penname? Luci de Monica? Yeah. I wish I didn't have it. Because...well....I dunno, it just bugs me now, you know?

But I can't think what to change it to.

I'll ask my reviewers next chapter.

Speaking of reviewers. DAMMIT YOU GUYS PAY ATTENTION TO THE A/N's WOULDYA? I put questions and news and stuff in there. They're important. I always read them. You should too.

Anyways, if they answer the question, there may be a fanfic blog appearing.

Oh yeah; Levi, I was browsing MR fanfics the other day and your one came up (the one with the cookies and stuff?) I went: 'oh, squee, that's Levis fanfic! yayz!'

Sam.

Who will not be staying up until midnight again.

Also; I drew Sexy!Max last night to go with my crackfic.

I shall scan at somepoint

Mirror Mirror OMG PROOF

My proof copy of Mirror Mirror just arrived from CreateSpace!

YESSSSSSSSS!

It's so smooth and shiny and pretty and has the cover I designed and and and and YAAAAAYYY!

I want to edit the book so much more, but I don't think I will. It'll be good to have it like this.

Imma leave it by my laptop all the time when I'm writing so that when I get writers block or lose the will to write I can just look at it and go 'well, actually, I can do this and I can do it properly.'

SQQQQUUUUEEEEEEAAAAAALLLLL!!!

Repo, Runemarks RAAAAAAAGEEEEE

Repo. I want to watch it. I listened to a couple songs and I'm hooked.

Full title is Repo; The Genetic Opera.

Look it up. It is win.

Runemarks. Awesome book, almost finished, shipping LokiXMaddy right now and forever.

Rage. I have found, like two Runemarks fanfics. On DA. There is NONE on fanfiction. I dun wanna write it! I wanna read it! Goddam it. I want pointless LokiMaddy fluff before I go to bed!

LAWL I fail at life.

crapcrapgottamakeacardandpaintingtomorrowinafewHOURscrapcrapcrapcrapIFAILATLIIIIIIFEEEE

-20 win
+20 new pairings
+5 new thing to obsess over
+5 new book to rant about
-10 Repo is still downloading.

Sam.

Alice

Okay, my idea-in-progress that's been developing over the last week or so has just gone BLARGHAlALALA! and made me write part of it.

I'm gonna post it so I can see if anyone likes it. The story is called Alice, and the main character (the one telling the story) is called Sarah. I won't explain it all - that would take too long - so here's the bit I wrote.

EXPOSITION MANIA!!!111!!eleven!!

When I came to I was lying on a cold, damp stone floor. I sat up, shivering. That was when I realised, as I tried to wrap my arms around myself, that my hands were manacled to the wall. I pulled and the chains holding me prisoner rattled. They were only just long enough for me to hold my arms out in front of me. I wriggled myself into a sitting position. My legs were free. I looked around. Wherever I was was very dark. Almost too dark to see anything, but I could just about make out the outline of a door and some stairs leading down from it. I stared down at the floor, and then switched my gaze to the heavy metal cuffs on my wrists.
“Oh, you woke up,” a soft, light voice said. I looked up sharply. The door had opened and standing at the top of the stairs, holding a candle, was Alice.
“Alice…” I said in disbelief. “Alice, why?”
“Why what?” she said, closing the door and coming down the stairs. Her feet were bare and very pale in the candle light.
“Why did you bring me here and chain me up?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then her face resumed it’s usual seriousness.
“Little girls who ask why are always punished,” she said. “But maybe you don’t have to be…not yet. Sometimes I had to wait.”
“What are you talking about Alice?” I said, my voice rising. She didn’t acknowledge me. “Alice! Why are you doing this to me!”
She sighed a little and went up the steps to sit about half way down. She tucked her legs to the side, placed the candle next to her on the step and folded her hands in her lap. She looked so harmless.
“Should I tell you?” she said, half to herself. “But then you might tell on me. That wouldn’t be any good.”
“Alice, just let me go,” I said, pleading, “Just let me go now, and I promise I won’t tell a soul what you did. I won’t tell anyone you abducted me, I’ll just say I went to your house on my own, I swear. You won’t get in trouble.”
“But you will tell,” Alice said sadly, looking up at me. “You say you won’t but you will. I know what you’re like.”
“You don’t know me at all, though!” I cried. “I never spoke to you before!”
“I know you though,” she said, “You’re like me if I wasn’t like me.” I frowned, confused.
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It does. If I wasn’t like I am, then I’d be like you. So, you’re me if I hadn’t become me.”
“Alice,” I said quietly, “Just tell me what’s going on. If you’d just explain why you’re doing this….”
“Okay,” she said and her voice was so…I don’t know how to describe it. It was as though she were both devastated and relieved. In pain and the happiest she’d ever been. She locked her eyes with mine as she began to speak.
“I am Alice Mayfair and I am fourteen years old. I was born on May the first in 1995,” I knew this already but I didn’t interrupt. I was too busy trying to figure out how I could use the time she took to tell her life story to somehow get out of here.
“My parents are Peter and Felicity Mayfair. You’ve never met them, so I’ll describe them to you. Peter is a big man and he has hair blonder than yours. Felicity is tall and thin, like me, and has hair like mine as well. Do they sound normal to you, Sarah?”
I nodded – anything to keep her happy.
“You’re wrong, of course. But then, so was everyone. So is everyone. They look normal, people think, so they must be normal. They aren’t.” Her expression darkened – a shadow passing across her face, turning it from pretty to ugly in an awful transition.
“They’re the most hateful parents anyone could have. I love them though,” her face returned to normal. “I love them more than anyone in the world. Of course I do. You want to know why I’m doing this though.” She fidgeted with her dress.
“I’m not very good at telling stories. Mother said that stories are like lies and lies are the worst thing in the world apart from awful, evil little girls that don’t deserve air. That’s me, you know,” she paused, blinking slowly for a few moments that dragged on and on.
“Mother and father hate religion as well as stories and lies and me,” Alice said, “They tell me all the time why it’s bad. It’s just fairy stories about pretend men and women so that people can feel good about bad things and bad about good things. Gods broke the world.
“Anyway, shall I really start to explain to you properly now then? Don’t answer, I shall have to say this all at once, or I’ll never say it at all, and then you’ll have to be punished for stopping me.” She took a deep breath, as though steeling herself. Then she explained to me why she had chained me up.
“It started when I was little. They didn’t start until I was four, though. I had four years of innocence, which I am thankful for every single day. The first ritual wasn’t that bad. They only tied me to my bed and said that if I could last the day without food, water, or using the bathroom, then I would be deserving of life. I made it. For a week after that I was Good – with a capital ‘G’. Then the week finished and I was Evil again. So they tied me down again. They did this every week until I turned five. Then my uncle and aunty came to stay with us. They said that the number five was a wicked number, and I had to have the wickedness beaten out of me or I would be Evil forever. This time when they tied me down they hit me with knotted rope. Then I could be Good for months at a time! I didn’t want to be Evil, Sarah. I wanted to be Good. So I never read books and I never listened to songs with Evil words and I never watched TV or saw a film. For five years I never did anything that the other children did. Of course, once I started school then Evil had to be beaten out of me at least every other day. They were teaching me Evil but I had to know about it so that I could keep it away from me. I didn’t just become an outcast when I came to secondary school. I’ve been alone my whole life.
“But I need to go back a bit, so I can tell you about the years from being five years old to being ten years old. When I was six they started with the knives. They would tie me down, beat my arms and legs with knotted rope and then leave me for a while. Then they would return and cut by the bruises to let the Evil out. The Evil was what made my skin go black and blue. If I was Good then the ropes wouldn’t have left a mark, you see.
“When I turned seven they couldn’t tie me to the bed anymore – I didn’t fit in that babies cot now. So they built this room. Those chains you’re in used to only ever go on my arms. Every week at the very least mother, father, aunty and uncle would bring me down here and chain me up. Then they would leave me in the darkness for a long time. Sometimes father or uncle would sneak down when mother and aunty went out and they would pleasure themselves with me. Once father was too rough and my legs bent back and back until one of them broke. I didn’t scream. I cried but I didn’t scream. If I’d have screamed then the Evil would have had to have been cut out of me again.” Alice stood up and came over to me.
“Are you beginning to understand?” she asked, bending very close to my face. Then she stood back and slid her dress off of her shoulder and dropped it to the floor. I stared in shock.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Alice went back over to the stairs, picked up the candle and walked along the walls. As she did so she lit some candles there that I hadn’t seen and soon the room was flooded with light. Then she came back over to me. Her body was tall, slim and perfect, and she wore plain white underwear that neither concealed all nor bared all. Her skin was pale and covered in scars and bruises and burns. I gaped at the sight. She turned slowly in front of me, letting me see all of her injuries. All down her back there were horizontal scars and scabs, some bleeding a little, some old and puckered. At the tops of her legs there were little cuts and bruises everywhere. On her stomach there were burn marks that clearly spelled out the words ‘EVIL LEAVE THIS GIRL.’ There were strange symbols and letters cut into the tops of her breasts as well. These must have been recent, as they were formed from thick, dark scabs. Alice let me take this all in for a while, and then put her dress back on, brushing down the skirt. Then she went and sat back on the stairs, as though nothing was wrong.
“They did this all the time,” she said, continuing her story, “I told you that father and uncle pleasured themselves with me didn’t I? Yes, yes I did. But what they didn’t know was the mother and aunty did as well. They brought men and women I had never seen before down and made them do things to me whilst aunty and mother did things to them. They were paid for it as well.
“This continued until I was ten. When I was ten the men and women came less often. But because of what they had done, I wasn’t Good anymore. Mother told me that if I had been Good, then Goodness wouldn’t have allowed the men and women to touch me. I was Evil though, so they could, and because I was Evil I had to perform rituals with them to keep it at bay so I wouldn’t hurt anyone. Every single day from when I was ten up until I was thirteen I followed the ritual with mother and father. First I had to catch uncle’s blood as father drew it from him. Uncle didn’t like the ritual, but then, he was never allowed to leave the cellar until he died after it began. Then aunty would take my dress and underwear and pour the blood on me. After it had dried, they would burn my front to drive the Evil back and then cut my back to catch it as it ran.
“After they had caught the evil they would pour it away. Father, mother and aunty would go upstairs then and leave me for hours. Later they would come and wash the blood off of me with icy cold water and let me go to bed. When school finished the next day, they would do it again. Can you imagine it, Sarah? Can you imagine how that would feel?”

Hows that? Do you think that all those things are enough to make a girl go completely phsyco, kidnap the new girl and possibly kill her parents later? I think it's enough to be honest.

Ah, Alice is crazy but I like her as a character. She's gone insane really, but she holds it together and acts rational but is still creepy as fuck. I was thinking about her last night and she scares the bejeezus out of me.

Sam.