So I've been away for a long little while and in some ways that's my fault and in others not so much. Believe me, I would love nothing more than to take some time out and do some pictures, but my roomie has an awful habit of just busting into the room at the worst times. I've been caught trying to *ahem* relieve myself and also when I was on the phone with Kryl88 and the two of us were trying to enjoy each other's company. It's ridiculous. That girl can unlock the door and bust in faster than anyone I've ever known.

So needless to say, pictures wont be coming along until I'm positive I can have some alone time to myself that lasts me a while. Last thing I need is her bursting through the door only to see my almost naked ass with a camera running into the bathroom.

School is going okay, more or less. I think I'm doing all right in my classes, though I did miss a quiz for Stats (shame on me!). I've got my firsts tests coming up so it's time that maybe I should read the books for the classes ^_^;

I'm also trying to balance work and school and see if I can visit my sister, Krik, for her b-day party. I'd really hate to miss that, but I'm trying to analyze my schedule, what classes I can and can't afford to miss. It's a mess. I also wanna get away for my birthday, so this is all pretty difficult, especially with the school policy of 'if we miss so many classes we're dropped from the class.' Bleh.

I have made a few friends. I got oodles of writing done on my story so I have to take this moment and pat myself on the back for reaching the 100,000 word count. =3 Go me!

A poem I did for my creative writing class about a year ago. The teacher said the original wasn't raunchy enough so I redid it, this is the newer version. For a virgin I think I did an okay job ^_^


Burning Moonlight

The incense burns moonlight beside the bed
while heat surrounds her in an embrace
that wraps tight about,
stroking her sides to rest sure
hands on bare thighs.

The melodious sound of a whisper
in her ears

“Feel you…”

and the puff of warm air against
her hair as it ruffles at the touch, like
a bird’s wings, the feathers tickling
her heated cheeks as she tilts her head down
to hide an embarrassed and uncertain flush.

His hands continue to wander, pulling his maroon shirt
off her as she tries to remember how to breathe.
In and out and in and out and in and please try
as the incense spirals up and up and round
and round and she adjusts for him

“Just lean back and close your eyes, sweetheart.”

The fog embraces tighter around
her, squeezing the life and senses from her,
the embarrassment and all
insecurities forgotten in the purr
of his voice and the hunger
in his eyes. A starving man
a sly grin that leaves
no room for

“Wait…”

Too late. Warm huffs and animalistic
grunts and shivery moans and biting
hot touches as nails drag down his back

“I…I…”
“You? You?”

He’s teasing her
and loving her because there’s no
chance to turn around and change their
minds it’s already been done and she
squeezes tight as he pushes and bites.

Hot track marks down his back and
skin under her nails and hair wrapped
around his fingers and

“Love me?”
“Love younnh…”

She rests her head on his chest
hearing the race of his heart, a
fast beat so different from the slow
trust of his hips against her and
the hypnotic trace of his fingertips
on flesh that feels like it’s on fire as she
spirals still down and down as the
incense spirals up and up into
the hush of the evening.

He wraps his arms tighter about
her and she’s losing her mind,
if they

“Oh God!”

don’t stop she’ll
explode
at his
slightest
touch.

so I haven't updated anything in a while because I finally went off to college (if any of you keep up with my sister, Kricket's, blog, you'll know all about this.

College life has been very new, very exciting, frustrating, and fucking expensive. I started my first class today which was Micro Computer Management (yeah whatever, it's required for almost all degrees), and later I'll be taking Child Psychology. I've also got four classes I'll be taking on my Tuesdays and Thursday. I just went down to buy books and that ran a total of 709.00 dollars. Fucking hell.

I just can't believe how insanely expensive college can be, and for BOOKS. How many people are going to actually read these books? I mean, I may, only because this college is supposed to be more challenging than the local college I went to, and I'd believe it. It was pretty easy to breeze through a community college =/

I'm just pissed at how expensive it is here, and even more so how shallow some people can be. Most have been nice and almost all the girls try to make a habit of saying 'hello' in the hallways, even if they don't know you. But there are still a few snotty bitches here and it's those ones guys seem to fall all over themselves for. I came to college thinking 'I'm going to learn how to talk to guys! =D' and now I can't get the chance because they're so dumbfounded by the lovely Venuses before them. Fucking ridiculous they wont even give me the time of day, wont even say 'hello' just because I'm not a size one and my hair isn't bleach blond. I'll work on it.

Part of me came to this college really hoping to open up and get to know people and make friends, and so far a really mean bitter part of me is saying 'fuck them, get through your last two years and be done with it.'

I was practicing on the bike, and he (yes, my bike is a HE) fell over. =( On top of me. And I then I couldn't get him OFF of me and I'm like 'please...Westley (Yes his name is Westley), not right now, not in the street!'

Okay, it all sounds perverted and funny now that's it over. But in reality it sucks being an inexperienced rider. I know this stuff is going to happen and all that jazz, but it still sucks. Now the brake has a lovely curl to it and my leg's all bruised up and my back is killing me from trying to heave him up on my own. I got a lovely thank you card though for the neighbor-guy that helped me up. And it was pretty neat having all these people stop and worry over me and if I was okay, really made me feel good about my neighborhood in general.

Westley and I aren't really talking though. He's mad I lost balance on a turn and I'm mad he wouldn't get off me. So most we've really done so far is sit together and pout. I think we'll be okay come tomorrow-ish though.

Damn motorcycle...

practicing uploading photos >.>;
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From a comic a friend and I had done in high school. It's Beelzebub, just a feminine, sexy version.

So it started with usual grouchiness at the rents because I'm fucking ready to get out of here and go to college (one more week, thank the gods) and then it's the pap from hell and then while trying to put on make up for a request picture I botch up the eye make-up.

So I think: Gee! Use your face-cleaning pads and wash it off.

I do and it's fine, until the soap gets in my eye. Then my eye is BURNING and my the time the burning goes down the parents are on their way back from church so I have to rush to get back INTO fucking clothes.


FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCCKKKKKK!!!!!

*Throws box of beads, then screams as they fly everywhere* FACK!!

I hate most ghost hunters. I can't help it, I just have an intense loathing for these over the top psychics that dress up elaborately and speak in these sugary tones to a stale house. They take pictures and come up with orbs, oooh! Ahhh! My gosh it's a GHOST! No... no it's probably dust from this old un-touched factory reflecting the light of the fuckin' camera.

What's more, I can't stand it when they start babbling on about how they've been touched and how special they are, cooing to the cameras and swaying moronically as they pretend they're communicating with a spirit.

Now this isn't at all to say that I don't believe in spirits, evil and good. But I don't particularly care for these people in their forties and fifties who charge a fortune to walk into a home, do some over-the-top show and say 'yeah, sure, you have ghosts. Oooh! *waves hands*'

What I DO enjoy watching is 'Ghost Hunters' which is a show on sci-fi. Now while yes, it too is a little over the top with its chilling music and mood-setting cinematography, but I much more prefer their approach to situations. They spend more time trying to disprove and shaking their heads saying 'no, no, no I doubt it, no.' It makes things far more delightful when they can't prove something wrong, when they find things that aren't quite so easy to explain, instead of just walking into a building, screaming and moaning to the ceiling and then charging a fortune. Those are ghost hunters I can get down with. And they're fairly tattooed. Yum. And 'Ghost Hunters International?' Tattooed guys with accents?

Oh my! Yes!

This just all came about from watching 'Airport,' another really interesting show, and they had one of those old couples with the sugary-sweet woman with too much jewelry come in and wander around the airport looking for ghosts. I'm sorry, but that's just asking for attention, especially when you walk up to these people who are waiting patiently for their flight and wave some random contraption over their head and say: "Excuse me, I'm looking for ghosts. Do you have one? ... nope! Okay, thank you! Tee-hee!"


Dumb asses.