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I turned 19 on the 19th! Fancy as hell baby.

MERRY CHRISTMAS BEAUTIFULS!!
I fucking miss Livejournal.

I miss Stillshines, I miss Goten, I miss Sockmonkey, I miss all the beautiful people I've neglected this summer.

;_;

I"M BACK.
I MEAN IT.
I AM .
Fic incoming.

Why I've been gone.

 To be honest, the biggest reason I've been gone has been Tumblr. I love it.

The other reason is on the 28th of July, my father died.

He was 65 years old. Heart attack

The funeral was today.

I would give anything, anything in the entire world, to give him one more hug.

I love you, dad. 

If anybody still reads my livejournal, you can find me more often over here- http://captainhufflepuff.tumblr.com 
I miss my dad.
No regrets, just love.
PICSPAM.

In which my Xander figure meets Hawaiian shirt Angel and Spike, and Oz..



Just got home, moving into the new place.


 
Assessing the kitchen. Oz carries the Pizza, Spike fiddles with his shillelagh, and Angel dons his fedora. 


 
Alison introduces Xander to his new shelf-mates. He's been rather alone up on the shelf next to Snow White and the nutcrackers.
 
 
 
First meeting is tense, Xander does not trust the vampires. Angel and Spike quietly confer- yes, it's better to just try and get along to go along if they'll be living in Alison's Room from now on. They ask how he is. 
 


Xander is in no mood for pleasantries, no matter how much Papa John's Angel brought as a peace offering. No way will he be nice to these ne'er do wells.

 
He is pleased to see Oz, however. A bro-fist greeting for good measure.

 
"I told you we should have brought Gin."
"You're not helping, Spike."
This might be the start of something beautiful.

Friends Only~ Sorry.




Ask to be friended. <3

That boy is a monster~


I'm ridiculously busy lately, so much so that I really just don't quite know how to deal with it. I've never been so... Productive? IDK.

Anyway, TO DO list.

-Get done with stupid School Girl Figure show, which is in January now. Bleeh.
-Finish Betaing those two Megamind Fics. I can never take on Beta-duties ever again, I'm so bad at this.
-Do my Music of Film Project.
-Turn 18
-Read Hamlet
-Study for American History 2 test
-Finish the AHSA test over the next 2 weeks.
-Audition for Sound of Music
-CHRISTMAS SHOPPING OH GOD I FORGOT TO GO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING BEFORE BLACK FRIDAY

Little sad, but my Birthday is on the 19th and well, I don't get to do anything for it. The week before is all auditions for Sound of Music, and after that it's Christmas Holiday so everybody will be busy and doing stuff. And I have rehearsal on my actual Birthday, so instead of turning 18 and hanging with my friends and eating cake, I'll be spending 6 hours with a play I don't enjoy.

Oh well. There's not much I can do about it, so I won't complain. Maybe I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes, and then not smoke them.

Also... I finished Retrieval and Return today. My first full-length fanfiction is completed and off to be Beta'd.

*rejoicing*

Anyway, I'm off to pick scenes from Aliens for my Music of Film class. Trying to figure what scenes in that flick aren't gorey and R-rated to show in class. :B


Put on your Fighting Trousers.

So I've had a busy few weeks, suffice to say.

I tend to go on these panicked, stress-benders just before I show or audition. I get more paranoid than usual and I just generally stress over things. So leading up the sole performance of Alice in Wonderland, I was very jittery.

Found my Sketchbook a few days ago, it was backstage and hadn't been touched, thankfully. Still hate my body, but that's nothing new and since I haven't had a SGF rehearsal in a few weeks, my weight hasn't been brought to the forefront of my mind, so I'm not NEARLY as depressed as I was two journals ago. We got the lights in so that show will be sometime in January. Plenty of time to learn my lines and all, most of which I have down pretty good.

So, Alice in Wonderland.

I was pretty panicky leading up to it, not so much because I was nervous, but because we only had one chance to get it right. And yeah we'd been selling tickets, but still, I'd been hearing around how people thought it was going to be stupid, because this wasn't based on either of the movies, but the Manhattan Project's version.

Well... We're backstage freaking out because we had no batteries for the mics when Mr. Johnson, our director, comes backstage looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"What's wrong?" we say.
"... 600 people."
"... What?"
"600 people. We had to bring out more chairs, and pull out the bleachers. Ran out of tickets too, stamping hands. 600 people!"

To which the majority of the cast responded with dropped jaws and 'Well shit.'

That's when we got excited, and that's when I dropped into 'Get shit done' mode, along with everybody else.
Suddenly, mics had batteries, props were set, costumes in place and nobody was bullshitting or talking.

We kicked that show's ass, my friends. Standing ovation.
 
I have quite a few pictures to post, but there are 65 of them, so I think I'll put together a whole post for that.

I also cleaned out the whole fucking backstage, essentially by myself because I am the only one with any heavy-lifting skills in the Thespians. But we freed the backwall and found a lot of gross shit, but it's CLEAN now. And we found the plug outlet, which is apparently named Steve. (No really, it had a name written next to it.)

But now that I have like, nothing to do. Sort of bored. :P

Nice to rest now, though.

ALSO HOLY SHIT THE HARRY POTTER SEVEN OH MY GOD WHAT ARE WORDS

NEVILLE YOU SEXY MOTHERTRUCKER YOU WERE IN IT FOR LIKE TEN SECONDS AND YOU ARE MY FAVORITE EVER STILL AND ALWAYSSSSSs

Coherence at a later date.

Once upon a time, a sad little girl picked up a softcover edition of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

It was Thanksgiving of her 3rd grade year.

It made her feel more alive than she'd ever felt. She waited up late into the night, hoping an Owl would come.

Tonight, she dons a travelling cloak and Gryffindor scarf, and joins her fellow graduates at the movie theatre, for the first half of the finale of what she believes to be the greatest book series since Narnia.

The Witching hour is upon us, students, gather your wands and meet me at the gates to your future.


Nov. 10th, 2010


omfg omfg omfg I lost my sketchbook, oh SHIT, oh SHIT.

I totally don't need random people seeing my bullshit drawings of myself and my friends as Pokemon trainers, OR my concept art for aliens and people with robotic limbs!

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD everybody already thinks I'm a freak, I do not need this! @_@

Also I have a sore throat and THE SHOW IS NEXT WEDNESDAY and oh my God crap. crap crapcrapitycrapcrap. I can't scream and shout as the Queen of Hearts with a sore throat, that is not condusive to screamy bitch queen!

Also, without getting too in depth because it's midnight, the other show I'm doing, which deals with Anorexia and Bulimia, is making me really hate my body. I kind of want to quit the show, because it's affecting me so much, but I can't just quit. It's not professional and it's not good. Plus, Dan said that good actors don't let shows hurt them. He says good actors can shake themselves out when they need to.

I need to be able to do that.

I should go to bed.

I need to lose weight.