And then there was....

Was what?
Are you dying to know?
  I bet you are.
   I can hear that lovely organ of yours beating frantically, faster and faster and...
     I'm not going to tell you.
For I fear that overactive heart of yours could not handle knowing.
Fiendish, aren't I?
        No?
Well, enjoy that dream that is comfortingly rocking you, wrapping it's tendrils of goodness around you for don't you know all dreams become nightmares when I get involved?

Perhaps a change of scenery.

Oh, joyous news!
I've begun work on my next doll. I do not yet know what I shall name her, she has neglected to whisper it sweetly into my ear whilst I sleep. Alas, there is plenty of time left for that. Perhaps she's too shy and proper to gallivant around my chamber without pretty garments of pretty colors adorning her pale porcelain flesh.

Oh. How a sewing machine would hasten my work. I suppose though, that I do not mind having to work painstakingly slow. Stitch by stitch, my work comes to finish. However slow.

I  feel anymore should I write would be dreadful and dull. Perhaps next time, I will allow you a peek into my mind.
  And maybe there, you will find what was once.

The Day I'd celebrate year 'round

Yes. It's finally that time of year again.

And yes my darlings, I'm speaking of the (in my opinion) greatest holiday ever: Halloween.

Okay, so plans got changed a bit. I'm still going to hang out with my "third wife" Shellena and James. We have no idea what we're going to do, but we'll figure something out.

We could play Fatal Frame 2(yes, I'm packing it and my ps2 with me) and maybe my Ouija board, too.

Well, my "costume" as some people would/will call it, consists of my home mad mini top hat, two skirts( to make the top one furl out a bit), black/purple leggings, a black tank top and a frilly white off the shoulder shirt underneath. And people can't fathom why I feel like a pirate when I'm dressed.

That's beside the point though. So anyway, getting back to the non-existent subject.

The Walking Dead comes on tomorrow and I can't wait to catch that since I want to see that too.

But on the other side of things, the horror movies on this month seem pretty lame. Or maybe I've just missed all the good ones. Who knows.

Carrie, the one without what's her name, comes on tonight later. It'll be on at 11 and my sister had the nerve to tell me I could tape it in the bedroom. But wait, I forgot. Opps. I'm glad my sister did say that because the fact that it's Saturday night has completely slipped my mind. My anime shows come on tonight. Whether or not she said I could tape it in the bedroom because of my shows or because she had something coming on she wanted to watch is unbeknown to me.

Oh, said sister made me so mad earlier today.

It's fine when she goes into my stuff and grabs items she needs that don't belong to her but our Mom called her while Mom and I were in town to ask her where she put my Scar tattoos that I'd need tomorrow and she says, "I think they're in my purple folder but don't be getting into it. I don't want you snooping though my stuff."

Oh, but it's fine for you to get into my stuff? She even tries to hide it. For example, if she were taking a shower, she'd have her clothes held to her chest and she'd come walking though and my compact would fall out. Did she bother to ask me if she could get into my bag and get it? No.
When she wants some perfume, does she ask to get into my bag to get it? No. If I say anything to her about it, she tells me that I should have it sitting on the counter for everyone to use.
Go to her house and so much as move a bottle of her (expensive $25 perfume Mom brought her) and she'll throw a fit. But she can get her hands all over my cheap .99 cent perfume to her hearts content.

But enough of that. I'm super excited about tomorrow. I absolutely LOVE Halloween.

I'd even give up x-mas AND my birthday for it. And on that note, I really wish I was born on Halloween. No, not because I love it so much as opposed to I love all the little hair accessories, leggings, costumes and all that stuff. When January rolls around, all that is gone. Even if my birthday was like, oct. 15th, I'd be happy. Halloween stuff is out on the shelves by then. Oh, how easy it would be to get me something then.

And I guess I need to finish writing this. I need to jump into the shower and shave and be all ready. Tomorrow, I straighten my hair, do Clara's makeup, take pictures of the kids and head out to Shellena's for a frightfully fangtastic Halloween night.
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      Anyone else think that last line was a little...corny?
Yeah. Me,too.

<3

This is Halloween...This is Halloween!...

Oh...wait. Never mind. It's just my bedroom. Opps.

Anyways...tomorrow marks the day a friend and I being work on our Halloween costumes. We're going as our own versions of The Red Queen (your's most fearingly) and The Mad Hatter. But...I have an issue. I own like no red clothing. Black. Purple. Grey. No red. Dead serious. So it kinda sucks. But then again, if I'm going as MY version of the Red Queen..who says I have to be decked out in red. So yeah.

And I've been getting heat out of it too. A few people are like "Why are you making a costume? Just go buy one." Few reasons for that.

1)If I go out and get a costume now...I'll have already wore it numerous times before Halloween actually gets here. (Everyday is Halloween in my world.)

2) I'm bigger. I admit and I'm not going to pay an extra twenty bucks or go all the way to Bowling Green to the nearest like costume shop( B.G is like 2 hrs away) just to look at costumes.

3) This is more fun and creative.

4) I like making stuff and this is definently something to take up time.

so uh. yeah. I'm done.

<3

• Mood: Amazed
• Listening to: my typing
• Reading: The Girls He Adored
• Watching: YOu
• Playing: with your dead cat O.o
• Eating: whats left of your dog
• Drinking: ......the bird bath.xD

I wish I had a really cool nickname

And that has nothing to do with what I'm going to write. All right so I might be fibbing...but just a little. I want to be a self proclaimed Murder Tramp. But not in the definition that most people give it. I, Dark, now say that I am a Murder Tramp...corresponding with the definition of: A girl who enjoys horror movies, the gorier the better.

Okay, so back onto the non-existant point.

I'm growing my nails out and it's sorta weird typing.

And I'll be getting a new digital camera when my 'rents can afford it. Or I could take my Dad's. Why?
My mom got mad at me and slammed my penguin backpack down and then my dad, trying to make people laugh, threw it in the floor...and then I took out my camera and every picture I took is straight up black.
So my dad started bitching that it was my fault, that my camera should be kept in a case and my retort was "and my bag shouldn't be thrown and slammed down either." So, he told me I could have his or get a new one when they have the money to afford it. So, I told them I wanted mine and not his because my camera was awesome. It took pictures and video footage. So I'm mad about that now and haven't spoken to my "Mommy-dearest" yet and probably won't til tomorrow or something. Who knows with me.

But anyways...yeah. I don't really have anything to write about. Well, so I do but the honest answer is I don't feel like it. I'm going to go outside and freeze my ass off for a cigarette, probably get like bronchitis again and refuse to go to my crack head doctor.

Time again to pull off an X-tra sticky bandaid

My sister called me this morning to let me know that Nikie had been calling her phone needing to talk to me. So when I was in town to babysit I ran by her house to see what was going on.

Nikie met me at the door and had a...sullen, guilty? look on her face. I asked what was going on.

"Well, uhm, Mom's coming in this September for Elliot's birthday on the 25th and then...I'm going with her back to Illinois and then we're going to Wisconsin."

So she's leaving again. Kinda...sucks. I mean, I look at the big picture when it comes to friends. Some of them are too busy with school. Others are too busy with new friends, new friends about whom they gripe because they're just being used by them, but still hanging with them. Others have new boyfriends or girlfriends and are spending all their time with them.

So in retrospect, I feel kinda all alone. Even my yahoo buddies are too busy to drop a line every once in awhile. But that's understandable. It's not like they can drop by my house or call to ask how's life.

So, now determined more then ever, I'm going to try to go to college. Probably won't be able to with the whole Money thing, but I'm going to try. Maybe that's what I need. A change of scenery. New friends. New life, in general.

This is too depressing.

  Maybe I'll write more later.

So, as of late, I can say I have officially squirted white stuff all over my best friend. 

Weird enough, I'm not lying. 

So, this is how it went down, for all you dirty/curious minds out there.

We had spent probably an hour or so discussing random anime characters we loved. My main one was...ENVY! Hehe. So we talked and then she's like "I'm hungry. It's snack time!" So we got up and went to the kitchen and I grabbed something out of the fridge. And I start giggeling and she just...gives me a [i]Don't even think about it[/i] look. So I don't. She ends up going to the bathroom and I grab it again and follow. 

I'm silent. Like the Ninja that I am...until I say Envy and (NOT on purpose) squeezed a little too hard and my white stuff goes shooting off on the door. I burst into a fit of giggles. My friend cautiously opens the door and I jerk around to face her and squeeze! I got her arm, dammit, before she slammed the bathroom door shut. 

She eventually comes out of the bathroom once promise her I've put it up.

We go back into the kitchen and I whip [i]it[/i] out again. She looks at me, shakes her head and says "Put it down." So I do. I grab something else and arm myself with it and she grabs what I had at first. So, we stood, facing each other with glaring eyes like we were in some horrible western style movie. We didn't really fit the whole "cowboy" part though in tank tops and pajama bottoms. 

I made the first move. I pose and squeeze and I think I got her. So, thinking that I won't squirt her if she runs into the living room, takes off running. I take off after her. I squirt her chest and she gets my stomach. We squirt each other again and again and the table, carpet, floor and door knob get caught in the cross fire. Eventually we resort to wiping what was on us onto each other.

Then we called truths to clean up. It took about ten minutes. After all, the first stuff I was squirting was pretty creamy but the second time around it was kinda...chunky.

So we put our things up and douse ourselves in two different perfumes and two different body lotions. We sniff each other and realize something horrible. If we keep trying to cover the oder of her Ranch and my Tarter Sauce we're going to: "Smell like two Vietnamese whores." <---her opinion, not me. We did stink though, honestly. And only licking the ranch off our arms tasted good. I can't stand tarter sauce, but that didn't keep me from using it as projectile squirt stuff. 

After it was all over and done with I came to a horrible realization. If we had taped that and wrote out a short summery of "Two teen girls squirt white stuff on each other" and put it on DVD...how much money could we have made off perverted idiots who would have no clue at all that we were using one odd but yummy and one odd and nasty, condiments. 

So after that we stood in the kitchen while simoutonisouly bursting out into song and dance. 

Her: C IS FOR COOKIE!

Me: THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!

....

ME: I'M NOT A FUCKING COOKIE!

HER: YOU'RE IN DENIAL!

I'll post the link to C IS FOR COOKIE sung by Gluttony, from FMA, at the end. 

So, we have this little dance to go with it and we randomly go off with "L is for Lust, that's good enough for me! E is for ENVY! That's good enough for [b]ME[/b]!" Yeah. We all know it's me yelling me. Since I love Envy and my friend has already planned to kidnap Al, raise him until he's legal, then jumping him. And she tells me I'm totally insane? ....okay, maybe I am but still.

So yeah. I really enjoyed the like three days I spent with Nikie. It was fun, really. 

Awfully understanding, I have to say. I went to her house Tuesday and got sick. Woke up Wednesday feeling like Envy beat the crap out of me using Gluttony as a club. So, in other words, pretty damn bad. So we came to my house and had a lazy day of watching FMA: Brotherhood. Thursday I still was crappy but I dressed her up and got her ready for an UOC character. I so am claiming that phrase. It's an "Useless Original Character". Yeah. I made her into two different ones. My definition of UOC is simply a character that WOULD belong in said show but doesn't exist nor do they exist in any fanfics. So yeah. I turned her into THE SMOKE ALCHEMIST and as much as it pains me, when we had her ready to be a homunculus and she had green hair spary...I just was like "Dude! The dress and hair make you look like Envy and Lust's non existant love child!" So, yeah. She was the Smoke Alchemist first then she became The Homunculus Covet.  

So anyways. Links!!!! You should click at least the first two.

C is for COOKIE

You should click this, if you're really my friend(woah, guilt trip!)

My Deviantart Page It all sucks but eh

Horrible Dreams and Sweet Screams.

<3

Behold, Fiend!

So. Let me recap on today.

I was woken up around ten I think? Then I went back to sleep. Then I woke up of my own accord, shuffeled into the living room only to find almost everyone dressed and ready to go. They went. Two adults. Two children. Only two adults and one child returned. >.O The other child was not lost, I say! She is at her Granny's. Anyways, while they were gone something wondrous happened!

What? you ask?

I BEAT SEYMOUR FLUX FINALLY!!!

And all thanks to Valefor. *huggles*

Well, what else? Nothing really.

I watched some tv, read and colored.

Then, later on that afternoon my mother and I got into an argument over soilders. I say that once they put on the uniform, they have to accept the fact that they might be buried in it. She accused me of being cold hearted. Well, I got up and went outside for a cigarette yelled something over my shoulder and was later informed I scared someone who was lurking in the woods away. Yeah. Mom came out there and was like "There was someone out there. You scared them away." See, I'm such great bodyguard material. So now little Zack is being kept indoors unless he has someone outside with him.

Uhm. What else?

I'm tired. I don't exactly know why but I am. I feel like curling up somewhere and sleeping a few years.
Anyone have any arrows? There are plenty of trees outside, I can go for a 100 year nap. ^.^ Maybe that way when I wake up I'll have like some cute dog demon guy hanging all over me for some reason. Yeah, a reverse of InuYasha. That'd work for me.

Especially if I woke up to the golden eyes of Sesshomaru.

Ahhhhhh.....

- Please hold while Blogger wades her way out of Sesshomaru filled fantasies-

Okay...Like I was saying........

- Please hold again. -

Okay, now for real this time, on to something else. Oh. Envy.

- God DAMN IT! ...Oh. Hello. Please hold while Blogger chases a sexi green palmtree through bubbling brooks and a field of flowers -

OKAY. Now I'm totally off the tracks. I've completely forgotten when I was going to say.

Oh. Here's something. School starts up soon. It's still really weird. People become so accustomed to getting up and going to school and then one day...it's all done with. I still remember August after my graduation and I woke up thinking I was gonna be late. Sad, sad.

But I guess I'm done. I might go trekking through the woods. Maybe that thing that ran off earlier was Envy...or Sesshy.......*drools*

Oh, Fanfic's...let me count the ways I love thee

That's off some kind of poem isn't it? Hm. Anyways, back on subject. Oh, maybe I should state a subject first. Yeah. Fanfics. I love them. They can be soooooooo hilarious. I like the random funny ones a lot. Like the one on fanfiction.net that's called..uhm....ENVY: The Owner's Guide and Maintenance Manual. As you can guess it, this is the handy dandy manual you get when you order an ENVY(Fullmetal Alchemist) unit. It tells you how to feed it, bathe it and over all care for it. It even answers some FAQ's and troubleshooting....hehe. I like troubleshooting. But seriously, it's all great. There are some stories that make me laugh until I cry. But here's the link to the above mentioned..you should read it. The writer Diamond Mask (I think that's the name) has some other laugh worthy User's Manual's. 
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3663222/1/bENVY_b_The_bOwner_bs_Guide_and_Maintenance_bManual_b

But yeah. Oh...color change!!!! I don't know what else to talk about. Other then I'm really tired and I feel like I could've gone to bed hours ago. Anne and the kids might be leaving for home tomorrow so yay for a nap. They've been here for like approx. two weeks now I think. Yeah, she's feeling better. So uhm. I'm bored. Like seriously bored. I guess I'll go play a video game. Final Fantasy 7 I guess. See if I can beat it before I have to give it back to Shaun..Shawn?......HIM tomorrow. BYE!

I Wish I Could Live in Anime

You have to admit. That would be totally awesome. Especially if one of you were to turn on your tv to say...Full Metal Alchemist and noticing a new character. A girl with Crayola crayon red hair, a few piercings and a look of "OH HELL YEAH" in her eyes. Yeah. Do you want to know what this girl would be doing in FMA? No probably not. Half of you could guess, I bet, but for those of you whose imagination is hindered or you just don't know me I'll tell you. I'd...

1. Find Wrath and hug him and tell him I'd be his new Mommy for ever.
2. Be running away from Izumi 'cause even she would be frightend by me showing up and randomly spouting off how awesome she is.
3. Kidnapping Al for my friend, Nikie, who just thinks he's absolutely adorable (not that kind of adorable, she knows he's like 12)
4. Stealing Armstrongs sparkles or accusing him of being a vampire.
5. Shaking Riza Hawkeye's hand and then run away from fear of being shot 'cause my attention would soon slip over to Roy Mustang and his smexyness.
6. Lust. I have to ask her where she got her wonder bra.
7. I'd  be giving Gluttony a super duper yummy cake and instrucing him that he can eat it and not me.
8. Chibi! Here chibi chibi chibi!
9. (I'm trying to make it to ten, so this'll be the first random thing that pops into my head. Hmm...) Wrath needs a makeover. I've always wondered what he'd look like as a girl....Better get a fast get away car too, in case Izumi sees.
10. ENVY! MUST MOLEST SEXY CROSS DRESSING PALM TREE SIN!

Don't you even dare ask me what the hell is wrong with me. I don't know either honestly. All I know is Envy is my favorite, Wrath coming in 2nd, Izumi 3rd and Ed 4th. I'm sure I just made that up off the top of my head since I <3 ALL FMA characters. *tear* HUGHES!!!!!!!

Anyway. I'm bored. And there for a few seconds while standing outside smoking I was beginning to wonder if I was going to see a plane crash or something. No, I did not make THAT up. I was standing there looked up to see lights of an airplane....getting lower....and lower....and lower...and then it disappeared behind one of the many clumps of trees this state is...well, not famous for, but covered by. I waited to hear a KABOOM!!!!! but didn't so I came back in.

So much for an eventful night huh? Hm. Wanna know what other animes I would love to randomly visit?

• Blood+
• Trinity Blood
• Rozen Maiden
• InuYasha
• Ruroni Kenshin
• Outlaw Star

And that's just a very few.

Ok...let's face it people. I'm only writing this because I'm extremely bored, I'm too lazy to log onto yahoo and see if anyone is online even though I keep an eye out for a few certain people namely Lyssa, Jay, D., Nikie and James. And I'm contemplating watching the episode of FMA I taped the other night. And minute by minute it's looking better and better.

And BAM!!!! I remember I'm going to one certain people noted aboves house for a few days and probably need to pack the usual. You know. Clothes, chalk, rope, duct tape...hey, you NEVER know when Envy will randomly show up. I've kept my eye open for him for weeks now....he'll eventually slip up and I'll be there with mace, a gag and my lil' red wagon, ready to knock his ass out and partially drag/pull him off into the sunset....Ah...yeah. Good times to come.






...and on a side note for you who are idiots and are sitting there laughing and thinking "Omg! Does she...like...really think Envy exists?? Like.....OmmmmyGOSH! It's only a show! GAWD!" I prove my point and close my case. Your ENVIOUS of my imagination. So ha. Envy exists.

(namely saying, yes Envy exists. >.> I can pretend it's the Envy with palm tree hair and shoes issues if I want damn it!)

I need an "Old Horror Movie" Channel

OH BABY!

Huh? What? Sorry. That must've been my third personality, the one who's extremely promiscuous.

Excuse me and my bad, bad self.

What the hell?

Don't ask me. Anyways, on to the point. There are so many movies from like "back in the day" that I'm going to go crazy if I don't get to see. I'm not kidding. *eye twitch*

So, don't tell me there is indeed a channel that plays the semi-old horror movies from around the seventy's and onward. Why? Because I'll hunt you down and play and play tic-tac-toe on your back with a whip, that's why. If there was such a channel that I get then I'd know. And there isn't, I know.

One of the above mentioned old movies I want to see is Basket Case. It looks so...odd. It's about a boy who has a secret...in a! Say it with me now..BASKET.

The said secret is his blob of a twin that was removed from him. The ugly lil' mofo apparently likes to kill people. Yeah. There are three movies and I want to see them all. Can anyone say "GOOGLE SEARCH" ?

Another is Razorback. A movie about a gigantic pig that eats people. The pig does one good deed. A woman who is about to be raped is saved. He (if I remember correctly), speaking of the boar-pig-bacon thing, kills her attackers and...drags her off to eat for dinner. Hey, beggars can't be choosers.

I want to see Orca the Killer Whale again. I saw it a long long time ago and can only remember bits and pieces but it's all so good. I always felt the Orca had the right to do what it did. A few Whalers, I suppose that's what they could be called, threw a spear thing and grazed the male and hit the female. They pulled her on board and at the same time, her unborn whale-baby comes ripping out of her. The estranged Father ends up going after the people who killed both his mate and child. It was really sad, it made me cry as a child. But that's just me. I'd rather see humans suffer when opposed to animals.

Why? Some people don't understand my reasoning on that one. We people can do something about our suffering. If were hungry we can reach and get food easily. If we're thirsty, grab a can of pop( woah, sounds so retro), if we're cold, we cover up. Animals can't help themselves to easily and readily available food. If they're cold they're at the mercy of nature or their owner. They have to fend for themselves. I don't know how exactly this post got me off on a rant about animal suffering and such but it's expected.

I write one thing and it sparks another. So get over it.

Basket Case (and just think, that ugly mo' has kids in the third movie)

RAZORBACK! I'm trying to get it right now, My Mom remembers it and thinks the video store can order it. WOOT WOOT.

The Return

Sounds like some amped-up 80's horror movie remake doesn't it? It might as well be. Why, you ask? Because I'm back, that's why. Hm. I have honestly no idea as to what I should blog about but there might be a few tonight.

Let me start by re-capping my life a tiny bit. I had a birthday (an ice cream cake,too). I went to my friend/sister's family/my family barbecue where the food was absolutely delicious. Yes, my friends, I pigged out on Mark's incredible, taste defying, mouth watering hamburgers.

My friend/sister and her family/my family moved. Not far, otherwise I'd be too sad and depressed in bed to bother being on the computer, just down the road.

I've been very lonely. Most of my friends are off in college or joined the military. Just the simple fact that we graduated high school seems to be keeping us apart.

We've gotten together a few times and are still planning our trip to New Orleans. A few possible reasons being:

1. To have a trip where it's just us and no one screaming they have to get home.
2. It's somewhere we've all wanted to go.
3. To Return Dark to her home.

I have to admit, reason number three is of the utmost importance. Don't you agree?

Barbecue sauce rocks. I love it. I'm eating it right now and I eat it on almost anything.
Chicken, Mozeralla Sticks, Hot dogs. ANYTHING. It's just awesome.

I think over the next few weeks I'm doing to blog about movies I want to see. And why. Why is always a good question, unless of course, it's the last word out of your mouth because some mad man has kidnapped you and is submitting you to horrendous torture and your last train of thought lies there.

I don't suppose I make much sense, do I?
...Never do.



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