Right now I feel like I can't write or draw anything. Mostly I really just want to read the books on my mini-shelf or fanfics online. I mean, I want to do something but nothing I'm churning out is good and it's just so much AAGJGGK. It's like catching the icecream truck and just when you think you're getting an awesome dreamsicle the guy goes,"FUCK Y'ALL, I'M NOT HAVING THIS," then drives off.


Another thing that happened is that yesterday or the night before yesterday or whatever, I forgot to wash the dishes. My dad goes to bed at about 10 or 11:00 so we're supposed to have it done at roughly about 9:30-ish. So me being me, I thought I'd be slick and unload the clean dishes out of the dishwasher, put them in the cabinet really really quiet, then put the dirty dishes in equally quiet. Unfortunately, my dad has the ears of an angry badger and came out of my parents' room looking pretty ticked.

dad: -squint- "You know you're supposed to get that done early."

me: damn his spidey senses."er, I forgot?" <:'D

morning...6:00.

dad: -slams door open- "RISE AND SHINE, PAYBACK IS LEAVING FOR WORK."

me: -hair is sticking up in different directions- gets up, stares at-

dad: "THAT is for waking me up when I was already asleep. I couldn't back to sleep for an hour because of you."

me: -yawns- "Uh huh."

dad: "now give me a hug, I'm leaving."

me: i hope you get kidnapped by squirrels. -hugs- shuts door in face- goes back to sleep-

I think it's really stupid that he wanted me to hug him after bitching at me. To me that's like slapping a kid then patting them on the head. Honestly it didn't make me want to bitchslap him any less.

Title: Miss Leah

Author: Kimi

Word Count: 2, 458

Characters: Leah, Paul, Jacob, Sam, Emily, Bella, and mentioned Quil.

Pairings: Leah/Paul friendship, Sam/Emily, Jacob/Bella, mentioned Sam/Leah and unrequited Paul/Jacob.

Brief summary: Paul doesn't understand Leah, and she not him. Of course.

Warnings: Some bad language, non-descript nudity, and bitchiness.

a/n: Something for our resident pack bitches. Begins during New Moon by the way and ends later on in Post-Eclipse (there's no Breaking Dawn). Also anything past tense is just that; it happened before anything in present tense. Another thing to keep in mind is that some of it isn't in order.

Leah doesn't know whether to punch him or bite him.


 

My grandparents took us to the mall today to buy my brother a present for his birthday (July 17), and we ended up getting a Zelda game, a pretty flower shirt (for me), and some food. Well, let me explain something first: The people at Osaka Grill love my pictures. We go there pretty regularly to eat so they know our faces, so I brought my sketchbook one time in case I wanted to draw something neat. This little asian guy sees my pictures and says,"You draw me one?" so I'm like,"Okay, I have one here that's already drawn, here ya go." 

Now, he whips the picture out everytime he sees us, along with a sharpie asking if I can add one to the others I've drawn on it. There is this Chinese boy that works there, whom I don't know the name of, that I drew on there. When we were there today, the picture was out and my grandmother, Dot, was looking at it, he points to the picture and goes,"See, that one is me." 

Gran: -looks at him then to picture- laughs- "Oh, that looks just like you." lols
"Hey what nationality are you? Chinese?"
C. guy: "Um, Chinese." -laughs-

Me: -whispers to mom- "It's obvious because it has the same baseball cap he always wears."

Hobby Lobby, kicks ASS. If you do any kind of creative activity, then HL probably has it in there. My first reaction was,"Aljdljlfjlfj, must find water colors NOW!" and basically ran around like a mad thing to where the paint section is. The paint section isn't very big, but hell does it have a lot of different paints. :'D It's insane in a good way. 

While we were walking to the section with clay, we saw this thing that looked like a gothic flower pot with red flowers, fake jewels, and red and black feathers sticking out of it. WORD. Just freaking word. 

Plus my grandpa also got this thing with an art set in it, acrylic paint, a thing that holds your canvas up while you paint, a thing to carry the stuff with, and some brushes. -flails- I'm so glad he isn't an artsy person. He has no use for it so he gave it to me. -flails even more- Yays!!! 

<3's art set. 

 

I like vampires and werewolves. Both are loved equally by me, and anybody that knows me knows that. 

I glanced at the page of people who answered this question, and am amazed at the sheer multitude of people who like them because of the Twilight series. To be completely honest, I liked vampires and werewolves waaaay before I ever read Anne Rice or Stephenie Meyer's books. Let me explain why I like them.

Vampires are dark (like roaming at night, rough past, that kind.), pretty, sparkly(as in when they're mesmorizing you with their charm -sigh- not actual sparkling), have the speed and strength of large predators and are supposedly graceful. They also provide the danger of draining the blood of your hero/heroine, but with love sprinkled onto it. ;] Sorry, couldn't help that poke at SM. 

Anyways, I find them fascinating not for the things above, but for how they deal with their existence. It must be a lonely one to be sure, all of the people you love live happy and full lives while you face the possibilty of being alone after they pass on. Having to feast on people that you once were able to wholeheartedly relate to, but now aren't able. To wake one day and find that everything you love is gone?

That's not a completely pleasant existence even if they do find someone to share it with them. Don't even get me started on the bone-seeping thirst they have. :p

Werewolves are a fascinating race to write about. :3 Especially when you put a clan or two beside a building full of vampires, oh how fun that is. They always seem to get into little wars with the vampires, and it never matters who starts it or anything. 

-clears throat- Um, yes, anyway. Werewolves. They fascinate me because they can go between man and wolf, and how fun and irritating it must be to them to have the human nature conflicting with the wolf nature. I can't even begin to imagine going somewhere and having sounds, and smells assaulting you from all sides with a sharpness that borders on painful. 

There's also the matter of -drumroll- imprinting! C'mon, you knew this was coming. :) 

I'm only looking at this because I myself write Twilight fanfic, so I have to deal with imprinting. Let me tell you something, it is one of the hardest things to write especially if you write a non-canon ship. It's something that has built itself on so much of the 'love at first sight' type stuff that I just want to kick something when someone even mentions it. I'm not kidding. Cannot. Stand. Imprinting. When I first read about it in the books, I just sat there and went,".........She's kidding right?" and kind of twitched when she wasn't. :\

I'd have been swayed more if she had made it like they'd spent so much time together they'd formed a really deep bond. Instead we get imprinting. Ha. I don't know whether to go forward with this or keep going. 

I leave you with a question: When one has eternity, what does one need to live through it with? 

Chew on that one for a bit. ;)

.....Ugh.

I'm kind of sluggish today. We woke up at 8 or 9 something in the morning and visited my grandparents in Louisiana(sp?) and basically ate lunch, watched tv (We don't have cable by the way), and caught up. 

Kind of less eventful than it usually is when we go over there. :| Usually my grandma is giving me junkfood, than at the same time telling me that I'm either going to a) get fat, or b) get diabetes, from eating too much of it.

:| And she's eating it while she's telling me this. 

One thing that's funny is that she goes to the racetrack. A lot. She's always bringing home Delta Downs t-shirts and when we visit, she gives them to us. We just use them for sleep shirts. :3 So, yeah, I love my grandma.

Yeah, that isn't even really a quarter of her insanity...

Today was my first day of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and I was extremely confused as to what I was supposed to be doing.