Today, I typed in "Who is the Composer's proxy?" on Mystery Google.

I got: "His name was Robert Paulson."

Neku...do you need to get something off your chest?

"Justice isn't dead."

To Ash, Kazu, Masumi, and the others. They'd need it.

Especially if I was the one to die. In our current situation, that isn't very likely.

Anyway.

Yume. Amy. Anduin. Pidge. Anyone who RPs and likes Fatal Frame.

I found a diamond.

Snake and Holly: A Pan-Fandom RPG You think it's just a bad dream, and maybe it is. You're lost in some strange place with architecture that isn't familiar. Or maybe it is. The first night you wander into a huge house. It's snowing, and you can see your breath, though you don't seem to shiver. You look around, wondering how in the world you ended up there. And then you see them; maybe your dead aunt, the lover you lost in an accident, or your parents. It doesn't matter who. They were someone important to you who was lost, and now they're here, in this strange house. You start to follow them, but no matter what you do you can't catch up. Then suddenly, the atmosphere changes. A miasma descends and you are frozen in fear as a priestess, a woman covered from head to toe in strange tattoos, advances on you. Of course you run. Fleeing in terror like you do in all of the nightmares where some unseen terror is chasing you. But one thing is different No matter how fast or far you run, she manages to touch you somehow. For some, it's just a brush on the arm, the shoulder, the neck, or the face. All you know is that from that spot, a horrible burning, scritching pain begins to spread. That night, you don't want to go back to sleep, but you do. And you don't wake back up. You and these other lost souls are trapped in the manor of sleep, trapped by survivor's guilt no matter how small. Together, you must solve the mystery of the house and try to soothe the awakened priestess. If you can stay out of her deadly clutches long enough. Countless other restless and vengeful souls wander the halls, and will attack you. Most will find their powers ineffective. Those who don't are lucky. Those without special skills may find a special camera that can protect them. Or maybe not. Snake and Holly Mods - Taken Characters - Reserves - Rules - Setting and Current Timeline

....why does my Near always nearly get strangled by a Mello? xD

Ash. Check Digis.

It's almost 5 AM.

V-Rock showed us the other act that was on at the same time as the time slot occupied by Versailles.

We. Missed. Versailles.

Versailles was on live, their FIRST FUCKING PERFORMANCE since You's death, and we missed it for some other "legend" just like we missed ABS because of Mana.

Un. Fucking. Believable.

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EDIT // 6:50 AM:

I could handle missing D. I was irritated about missing ABS. I was very sad about missing DuelJewel. Missing Versailles? I was pissed, hurt, and extremely mournful.

Missing the GazettE?

That's fucking pushing it. I have stayed up for about 54 hours, waiting. GazettE is my absolute favourite Visual Kei band. The closing act. One of the two main events are V-Rock Fest '09.

And they played commercials over it on the live feed.

...I have nothing more to say. I'm going to bed. Why today? Why did all this shit have to go down TODAY? I had something so wonderful planned six days ago and was pissed to find out THAT would fall on today, too, so why is it all turning into such a clusterfuck?

I'll be sleeping for the next 30 hours to make up for lost time. Good fucking night.

Oh, and unrelated note.

Happy birthday, Daddy.

"Fuck you." And no. I would have been severely punished.

Anyway, now for the not-emo rambling. I've been awake for 27 hours and counting!

( Japanese Woodstock 2009 )

There is an Asian Visual Kei guitarist sitting in Ash's living room, and playing Space Invaders on hard while wearing goggles so the smoke from his cigarette doesn't get into his eyes and blind him. He is singing in a very high-pitched voice about blowing up the aliens and "Stop going in between those fat niggers."

Ash and I can't stop laughing.

Think "Gaa-ra of the FUNK!" but with random phrases about dying and blowing shit up and fat niggers and spaceships and being attacked by corn.

This is Matt's SHIT, guys. :|

I'm so tired of being in a comm with an L who totally disregards his successors' goings-on in favour of buttsecks with Light Yagami.

Especially since the L I have right now is so much win. ._.;

Apparently when you look up "Mello Near" on Photobucket under the "Popular" categorizing system, about seven images from my MN cosplay with Ash in his bedroom pop up on the first page. Huh. Interesting.

Ash and I are officially engaged. Unfortunately, telling my mother told her about the mass amounts of alcohol and weed at last night's party...but she's fucking awesome so she was cool with it. xD

But yes. Proposal was true, drunk or not, and Ash informed me this morning, sober, that he meant it.

...oh god someone get a camera Mello and Near are getting married.

I absolutely fucking hate it when I'm able to get something I almost NEVER get, and I happen to choose one of the very, very few flavours that is not only foul-tasting, but actually makes me physically sick.

Fuck. Me.

Yoinked from Kaze:

1. Pick the month of your birth.
2. Bold the 5-10 things that most apply to you
3. Strike out everything that doesn't apply to you.
4. Place the list of all the months under a cut
5. Tag 6 people from your friends list to do the same.

FEBRUARY:
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. (well, kinda!) Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

( Other Months )

Tagged: Blackie, Kezza, Amy, Hannah, Ciara, Leah

Well, that's terrifyingly accurate. Not like Ash's. June does NOT fit Ash. But January kinda fits Kazu.

November fits you well too, Kaze. ^^

Building a skeleton for Chapter 10 of "His Children." I think they need to find a road soon...they left the institution around chapter five, so maybe a fluid pace will help.

I've never had an ongoing streak. I'm starting chapter ten of "His Children" after I get some sleep. The characters are really starting to nestle into my heart and mind. Aiden especially, but that's not too hard to believe. Amanda and Matthew? I totally ship them.

As for Nathanial, I honestly don't know if he's my favourite character or my least favourite. He's...too much of a ghost at this point, given his time at that facility. Maybe after they leave the woods and end up in the city he'll have more of a personality. He's like the protagonists from Legend of Legaia, or Persona 3. Mute until they have an opportunity to speak. The impartial narrator that was there the whole time.

I dunno. All I can really tell about Nate is that he gets lost in his mind the same way Amanda gets lost in her art and cooking and Matthew gets lost in his music. They all get lost in their own little world.

Aiden's the only one of them who gets lost in the world they live in...or outside of the world they're trapped in.

This plot is just dark enough for me to be able to write comfortably without it being morbid. Good.

Kaze, Ash, Masumi, I really would love your input as the chapters continue to flow.

Omg we are in a FORT. :<

Notes from us:

Mello: "Take that, bitches! Our fort is better than yours!"

(He's competitive as always...)

Matt: "All your base are belong to us."

Linda: "*insert your being Rick Rolled here*"

And, by me, your friendly neighborhood albino:

"You've just lost The Game."

Ash, Kazu, and Masumi.

The singer, lead guitarist, and drummer of the uprising of Visual Kei band I love so much.

...they are in my kitchen causing acid-like chemical reactions on their arms, screaming in pain and laughing.

Ash is wearing a black vest and his normal red rosary. Kazu is wearing his normal striped hoodie. Masumi's sketchpad is beside them.

I have Kazu's kitten in my lap. She's cringing every time they scream.

Mello, Matt, and Linda.

...idiots.

Yeah, okay. Last night sucked.

So, anyone who knows me...knows I hate shoes. And socks. And slippers. No. I go barefoot. Even when I walk the nicely-paved brick path along the side of my house to get the mail.

Only, yesterday at around noon I stepped on something sharp. Couldn't walk on my foot for the next twelve hours, and because it went STRAIGHT in, those hours were spent picking at what I thought was a rock with needles, too-thick tweezers, nail-clippers, knives, anything that might be sharp enough to lance my foot and get the damn thing out.

Anyone who knows me also knows I'm not used to being touched. Meaning, I am also not used to pain.

And I HATE it.

So after it had been in for about twelve hours...meaning, at around midnight...Ash asked me if I really wanted it out, because at that point, I couldn't walk. My leg literally gave out from under me if I put any damn pressure on that foot. It wouldn't support me (and I'm not THAT fat).

After a lot of my pride being injured and my fear of my own pathetic cowardice and my own threshold for pain being unbearably low...I consented. He grabbed a needle and the tweezers and pinned my foot down while I buried my face into the back of the fluffy chair I was sitting in...we don't have a couch, just two huge chairs side by side. His was taller than mine, and my foot was on his big poofy armrest.

Anyway, hell ensued for the next twenty minutes or so. Poor Ash had to deal with me writhing and whimpering and occasionally screaming as, bit by bit, bloody chunks of a thorn were pulled from my foot.

I had no right to react like that, to be in THAT much pain from something so small, but no right to scream like that. Not when people have been in so much worse pain. Not when Ash himself has been in so much worse pain. He hurt his wrist trying to hold my foot down because I can't control my body when it's wracked with pain.

I don't know. I'm still a little traumatized by that stupid thorn. And chances are, it won't have changed a thing. I still won't be wearing shoes around if I can help it.

But no one should be that pathetic and loud and tearful after a THORN was pulled from their foot.

...I slept in his arms. It was a good sleep. And he made me breakfast...it was ready when he woke me up. French toast, with powdered sugar...was so good. He's such a sweetheart when he's not being his usually vain, arrogant, inferiority-complex-driven self.

Either way I love him for putting up with my bull-shit.

We. Need. A god. Damned. Near.

I need GCC like fucking BURNING. Can anyone lend me some? Or rape my Wajas account to trade some of my shit for GCC? 10m WC? 10 CWP, even though I charge more for it than the other people selling CWP? Wajas? Items?

Seriously, I offered 27k on it, and I'm likely to be outbid. I have 26k, 25k of which is NOT YET IN MY POSSESSION.

Not good.

Reita. Bah. I need it.

I miss the unicorns.