God fucking DAMMIT.

My computer crashed this morning, and for the FOURTH FUCKING TIME I have lost EVERY file, every photo, every goddamn chapter of Retrieval and Return. I'd even spent a while last night writing the majority of the ninth chapter, and now it's gone.

Goddamn, it's happened so much that I don't even want to WRITE anymore.

FUCK.

Okay before I get invested in fic, I have some effing amazing news.

The audition I went on for the Talent Agency? She called Ralph and told him to videotape me in an audition for a TV show Pilot episode for ABC Family. This isn't like the open casting call for the show, she specifically wanted me to go on it. I AM FREAKING OUT. I go in tomorrow to tape the audition, because I can't fly out to LA to do it in such a short amount of time.

The best part is that if I get this part or not, they will have seen me. There will be people out there in the business that have a tape of me doing an audition, so even if they don't like me for this part, someone else might see it and like me for something else. EEEE SO HAPPY.

Onto Harhonda.

( Onward to Fic! )

FFFFFFFFFFFF I'm way lacking in motivation for fic right now. I've got so much shit going on recently, I haven't even been playing WoW. It's just been homework, school, acting class, play practice, and facebook stalking.

It WILL get done. R&R has hit a roadblock, so has my Harhonda fanfic100. BUT IT WILL GET DONE.

Oddly enough, while I'm stuck in the fic writing slump, I've been getting more and more sardonic with my original writings. I blame this on having started poetry in Creative Writing class.

Refridgerator.
There's nothing in you today.
I'm kinda hungry.

IN REPENTANCE, HAVE SOME SQUEAKY EMO MUSIC.

Dude, tech week has NOTHING on the hell week I just had.

All week, I'd been getting progressively more sleep-deprived and cranky, kind of like Alex in Marble Hornets. I tacked it up to school work and being busy, when in reality, it was anxiety.

Then on Friday I had my audition, I was tired, moody, and getting sick. (congestion, coughing, etc.)

I walked into the room, and gave Mrs. DeNobile my papers, introduced myself. Then I asked her to give me a moment, and I prepped. I pulled off my glasses, took a second to imagine, and did the whole thing. (Though I did kick myself later because I missed a line.)

She liked me. She said I was good. She was hesitant about my age, seeing as it's hard to get people auditions for things when they're under 18. (CURSE YOU, 17th AGE. I SHAKE MY FIST AT YE.)

She told me to keep working hard this year, until I turn 18, but she made no reference to her liking me enough to pick me up or not.

The second I walked out that door and tackled Dan in a hug to thank him for bringing me into New Mystics. Everything melted away the second I was out of that room. The grump, the sleepiness, the sickness. All of it went away and I felt ten feet tall.

Yeah man.

Wouldn't you?

I feel like I've been completely neglecting Retrieval and Return... there's only a couple chapters left, but I have been so busy I simply haven't been able to find much time to write. D: I really want to get it finished, too.

Let's see...

Monday- Car comes back from being painted, driver's test (hoping to get my license!), acting class.
Tuesday- Play practice
Wednesday- Acting class
Thursday- I think I'm actually mostly free Thursday, 'cept homework.
Friday- Audition with Eileen DeNobile for Noble Talent Agency. If I manage to do good with my monologue that day, I very well might get picked up by her as my agent. That would be so amazing, seeing as she got Zane an audition with Nickelodeon for voiceover work.
Saturday- Set building, and Bobby's Birthday.
Sunday- ??? Too far ahead to tell.

Not to mention report cards are coming out... Goddammit.

I do not believe that any of my LJ friends now have been around me long enough to learn of my friend brother ex-friend guy-who-causes-pain-and-drama.

His name's Nick. He's a douche.
( STORY TIME! )

In summation- Nick is a douche.

About a year ago, I came to the full realisation of this and said to myself- 'Wow. I really don't want to talk to him anymore.'

So I stopped.

Today he sent me a message on facebook asking me why we haven't hung out and blah blah he's getting married to some dude he met three months ago blahdy blahdy blah. 

I didn't answer him. Because he's kind of a douche.

I was greeted with this-( Silly silly silly. )
The reason behind this post, you might ask?

Once upon a time, I would have wept and begged for his forgiveness. But with who I am today? I just don't give a damn.
In fact, I am currently snickering evilly at the concept.

ALSO, working on R&R, memorizing monologue for audition with a talent agency on the 29th. Whoop whoop!

SO PERFECT. BWAHHAHAHA. Oh God, I am so going to hell for loving this pairing the way I do.

Okay, so, my throat's been sorta sore the last few days, so I drank a lot of OJ to prevent any kind of sickiness to go down. Then today, it hurt more than it had been, so mom took a look in my throat.

She proceded to squawk: "DID YOU HAVE ANY POPCORN YET?" (I'm a popcorn whore, for those unaware, I usually have it as a late night snack.)

Perplexed, I replied that no, I had not, though I had, had some sprite while watching Austin Powers in Goldmember.

"You've got white spots all over your tonsils!"

". . . WHAT?" Said I.

So she dragged me into the bathroom, put a flashlight up to my mouth and showed me in the mirror, that yes, I did indeed have white, bulbous pustule things on my tonsils.

I responded with an obligatory: "HOLY CRAP GET THEM OFFFFF."

SO mom did some digging. And yes, folks, I had Tonsil Stones. (Pictures are not for the faint of heart, this isn't my throat, mine were very mild compared to this shit.)

What are Tonsil Stones, one might ask when there are white blotches all over their throat like a spider laid eggs in their asophagus? They are calcified blobs of mucus and bacteria that build up in the 'crypts' (little crevices in your tonsils.) and produce what you may or may not have viewed in the above link. They are nasty, and I do not wish them upon anyone. My mom got them out of my mouth with a Q-tip and then I gargled with salt water like a mad woman.

TL;DR- EEEEWWWWWW.

I got a Violin for Christmas.

YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS BITCHES. Call the Devil, 'cause Johnny's got a NEW NAME!

(Okay so currently I sound like a wounded Ox on it, but that's because I can't tune the damn thing- But I WILL GET THERE.)

Prompts VIA beyondheroism__ .


Harold/Rhonda - Tonight

( Tonight is the night. )

Sam/Freddie - Even Closer

( Even closer. )


Carly/Gibby - Turns to chaos


( Turns to Chaos. )

( NSFW, really. Kind of. )



I feel silly. :x

Title: Parents
Fandom: Hey Arnold!
Characters: Harold/Rhonda, and their respective parents/friends.
Prompt: 027
Rating: G, or PG for PARENTS.

( Parents. )

Okay, here's the dealio. Seeing how writing is just about all I can do online, I wanted to write fic of all my friends on LJ's favorite pairing/fandom/character, and whatnot, but unfortunately, I do not know the favorites of everyone.

So for gifties, plop a reply on this entry, and give me a prompt, anything at all, it doesn't matter what, and I'll write a fic for you. It can be ANYTHING you want; fluff, adventure, drama, angst, love, I'll even write hardcore smut if you wish it to be so.

Annnd you'll also recieve hugs, holiday wishes, and friendly chatting about whatever you want me to write. So hurry up, y'all, so I can post 'em all before new years!!!

Happy Christmas, everyone! 

The snow's piled up to our knees, there is little food, and less warmth. Today, the arctic explorer Alison Q. Farrell arrived, having trekked by herself for miles from the inuit village to find us in the whiteout. She left us her lighter and dried rations, then left once more to locate help. This was two days ago, and we still haven't heard anything. Every few hours we look outside to see her tracks, to give us hope that help will return.
 
 

I pray to God she's alright. ====

So yesterday I was digging out our driveway and decided we needed a metal shovel, not the flimsy plastic one. So I made the attempt to get into our back shed, and narrated myself outloud, pretending I was searching for lost comrades at an outpost in the Artic. I didn't find the shovel I wanted, so I pretended I went back to the inuit village for help.

IE- my neighbors to bum a shovel from them.

It was really entertaining, and we had off school today, and we have off again tomorrow. 

Gonna get back to working on my Spred fic as soon as I finish my English Essay, but I need to copy down all the previous chapters and put them back onto my notepad document, because I updated the computer the other day and it wiped all my files. No worries, I only had a paragraph of Angel fighting Silas done anyway. :P Annnnnd acting class. :D

In exactly five minutes, my birthday will have come and gone. Another year older, another year moderately wiser.

Dunno, don't feel 17. Hell I hardly felt 16 all year long. I'm still a little kid inside, and I'm so glad for it.

Still working on the final two chapters of my Spred fic, and then gonna type up some christmasy gifts for people. Also, English work, gotta get started on my 'Their eyes were Watching God' essay and my 'Catcher in the Rye' project. Fuck I hated CitR. Holden is such a douche.

SLEEP. (soonish)

EDIT: Why IS a Raven like a writing desk?

The answer is, of course, that the higher up you go the fewer there are of either.

Title: Knots
Rating: PG?
Pairing/Characters: Hatter/Alice, Charlie, Jack
Disclaimer: pfft. If I owned them I'd already be in Hatter's pants by now.
Summary: Hatter has never had a physical reaction to emotion before. First time for everything, he supposes. Notes: Unbeta'd, done just now because it's been in my head all day. Fuck, I love this show. XD

( Cut to the Fic~ )

( Rules~ )

1) Angela/Dwight art or Fic.
2) Brightly colored socks.
3) PS3
4) Batman: Arkham Asylum
5) Funny hats
6) Books on Greek Mythology
7) Spred porn.
8) Harold/Rhonda anything.
9) Naked Seth Rogen in my room. Seth Rogen.
10) Rock Band for Wii.

Little wishes, mostly. PS3, Rock Band, and Arkham Asylum I MIGHT be getting from my parents, I think, but I really hope nobody actually sends me any of the material stuff.

Oddly enough, I'd be more excited for the Porn.

PRIORITIES. >:U