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!

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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*