Please, for the love of all things holy, don't kill me.

I know that there isn't a lot of you that read this journal(not that I update it that much..)but you have to understand that my life is VERY hectic, and when I mean hectic, I mean that i moved three times in two months.

You think your life is hectic? Try doing that.

As it stands, my room is a mess and I'm slightly afraid to go inside it. I've been shuffled around like cards my friends and I have a suspicion that it won't end there. In these past months I gotten a new computer-- the old one finally shit the bed (taking all my stories with it-- god damn it!) saw my friends off to college, slept alot, sighed up for college, registered for college, gotten my schedule for the classes i have now, and now moving into the basement of my aunt's home since I couldn't get into the dorms and she lives 15 minutes away, and my 18th birthday has happened.

Yeah, a lot of shit in these past two months or so.

Good news is that, Im uber excited to go off to college, I'm heading to Buffalo this weekend to visit with my aunt and uncle who live out there, and none of my classes start before noon ('cept thursday, the bitch) and I have no classes AT ALL on friday. And no, I didn't suck a mean dick to get that schedule. I just happen to be lucky.

Also, I have a bunch of new ideas for new stories, and between classes and my busy life, I shall try to update my live journal more often. For anyone who were reading my old stories, forget them. I lost everything when my computer shit the bed. Sorry.

My BFF in the whole worldz, said that she was going to PIMP me out on her journal with all of her LJ friends. To any new readers:

Hi, hello, and leave your sanity at the door.

A friendly warning since most of my stories are strange and you have to have quiet the imagination to follow along with my stories and understand them. Most of them are pretty out-there. Don't be afraid to ask questions, make comments, and post ideas that you might think would work out in the story. I'm always open to any comment or idea and who knows? Your idea might end up in the story.

With out further ado, i'm off to work on my current story of mine. As of right now, it doesn't have a title, but I promise it will have one when I post it.

Thank you and have a good night.

So, hi.

My last couple of days seemed to mesh into one big one. Moving from florida to New York was the trip from hell, like I thought it would be, and after that it's been endless amount of days moving boxes from one room, to another.

BTW, did I mention that those rooms are two flights of stairs away from each other?

I got to see Britnie and Autumne(more Autumne and less Britnie) which was like a god send if you ask me. I would have thought that they would be more excited to see me. I mean, jesus, last year they almost maled me to death. Not that I'm saying I WANT to be maled to death but the affection would be welcomed.

My new room is pretty sweet, for being ten feet off the ground. That part is kinda scary but, I'll have to get used to it.

SWEET JESUS MORE CARRYING. BRB!!

I'm so sore, it's not even funny.

You'd think I'd be used to this, since, y'know, I take road trips every friggin' year. But, every time I get into that car and think that maybe I'll be okay, it never happens. My back is sore, my neck hurts from keeping it up, my legs are cramped from being squished in the bug, and I got a headache that I can't seem to shake.

The cats maybe feel my pain since they're stuck in their stuck in a box all fucking day.

Shadow is the worst since all she does is meow all the time. She never stops, and after three days I was pretty sure that maybe she would have gotten horse or something. Not the case, since she's been crying to get out of the box for three days now. I wish she was more like Tony or Mama in the case that all they do is sleep and whine when they have to pee or something.

I am also sick of bagged food. McDonald's, Burger King, Wendy's, Hardy's, everything. I just want a nice new hot meal or something that I made since, my insides are about to kill me for the amount of grease that I've been consuming. I just want to go home.

Both me and mom are pretty sure that it's not natural how comfortable we can get inside of a hotel room. We bring our blankets, because most of the time hotel blankets suck, bring our own mini fan since the hotel room's don't usually come with a fan, and we become friendly to everyone one in friggin' place.

I swear to god, the people at 1-800-4-CHOICE, we them all by their voice now.

We plan to be home by tomorrow, thank god. I don't think I can take much more of this.

I plan to go to Autumne's house as soon as I get home to really chill out, despite what Bob says. "YOU WILL HELP ME UNPACK". STFU, BIG GUY, I NEED TO CHILL! Jesus, christ. Autumne said that she'll help me unpack but.. I don't want to unpack the minute I get there.

Autumne also wants to go on a road trip this summer to go to Georgia to see their Aquarium. Apparently, it's suppose to be the best in the world, but whatever. I don't think I'll be taking another road trip for a while.

I'd rather risk my chances with a plane.

So!

I'm homeless!

Not to fear, however, since this a good thing. It only means that I am one step closer to being back in New York. Which is what I've been bitching and moaning about for the past six months.

So today, we packed the house pretty much up. Most of our shit in boxes, so most of the furniture was put into the truck today, which was kinda of stupid move.

Because now we have no beds to sleep on.

I guess we really didn't think about since, well, we were in a short of mood. Get stuff, put stuff in truck, go get more stuff. Kinda like a loop too, since it was the only thing we were able to do today. I worked really hard, and my back really hurts. But it's a good kind of pain, since, well, I'll be home soon.

Right now, I'm in a hotel, which I will be for the next five nights.

Y'know, Hotel rooms are so creepy. The fact that, right now as I'm sitting on this bed, I don't know how many people have had sex on this bed. How many people have may been sick in this bed, how many people slept naked in this bed. I don't know who the people in the next room are, or in the room across the hall. It's all very strange, but at the same time exciting and thrilling to be in a room that is always changing people inside.

To hear people tell their stories in the free breakfast area in the morning, to hear about their travels and where they're from, where they're going and what they're doing. It's just a great experience.

But, I still fucking hate hotel rooms. They're so impersonal, so drab, and I hate how everything is the same. I mean, I understand since it's cheeper to be uniform and everything, but I hate it so much. I like to be unique, different, but with hotel rooms you just don't get that same feeling. Plus when your walking down the hall late at night, to get some soda out of the machines, it's to friggin' creepy. Like someone is watching you, following you back to your room and going to do evil things with you.

... Wait, that's just me, never mind.

I am really used to Hotels because of the fact that my family travels a whole bunch. Even when I won't live with my parents anymore, I think I'll still travel only because they have instilled the need for a adventure and discovery into my being. I want to see London, Pairs, Ireland, Italy, Greece, some parts of Africa, Japan, maybe even China. Hell, I want to see most of the fifty states!

Normally, my family takes road trips every year, and I bitch, moan, whine and complain about those too. In the end I have a really good time and glad that I took the trip in the first place. I'm like that with this trip but... I'm kinda sad since this may be the last one I take with my parents. I mean, yeah, sure, we might go on a road trip again. But nice time I might have my own car to follow them in the RV or something. It won't be the same.

I am planning road trips with my friends, but I really don't think that's going to fall through since... Well, they aren't used to traveling, unlike me. Autumne, sure, but Britnie is a little leery for traveling. Or at least, I think. Besides, she's a greenhorn when it comes to traveling. Fun to show her the ropes and such, but sucky when she makes mistakes that wouldn't normally happen with seasoned travelers.

But, now I'm going to take a nice warm bath in the tub they have here. After that, bed. I still have to load boxes tomorrow. -__-;;

FML

Despite the fact that no one reads this journal other then you, Miss Britnie, maybe Maxxie? I've decided to post in this journal at least once everyday. Because for some strange reason, writing down my problems has a positive attitude on all of my problems. Go back and reading my rants, discussions, and my all around whining makes me think of what a douche I really am and how trivial my problems are.

Ending on that note, let's me move on, shall we?

Oh kay, first off, My dad's home from New York. Now, in "normal" House holds, this is usually a good thing. Children running down in their pajamas and hugging their father around the neck and yelling "Daddy's home!" with their mother watching them behind them with a smile on her face while she plays with her pearl necklace.

Wait... what?

Right, back to reality! Well, I really do love my step-dad, even though it pains to me to say that, and I generally respect him. We get along, jesus, we've been living in the same house for almost eight years, we sure as hell better get along, but..

He's an Asshole. With a capital "A".

There is a long list of things I hate about the man, from the way he dresses to the ways he drives and generally perceives the world. Most of the time, he's drives me up a figgin' tree because of the amount of frustration he causes in my life. I have no real clue of why my mother loves/likes him enough to be with him this long. If it were me, I would have dumped his ass a while go. But, thank god it's not up to me.

I wish I had a clue of why I hate/love this man so much. I mean, I want to please him any way I can. Get good grades, do something amazing or stump him on useless trivia, ANYTHING, to really make him smile and pat me on my shoulder and say

"Gwen you did a great job, I'm proud of you."

And despite the fact that my mom does this so much that It doesn't matter to me anymore if she says it. I know she's proud and I know that she's grateful that I was born. I get it, She's only been telling me this since I was about, oh, say, couple of hours old? Kids who didn't grow up with a father or have a step father, know my pain of trying to find some sort of acceptance in the male gender. I guess, maybe. Hell, i don't really know.

I can't wait until I get up to New York and I can just.. get away from him. I'm sick of dealing with him and the fact that I'll always be "good enough" compared to his other kids. I mean, I can only do so much, right? I just can't wait until I can escape to Autumne's house or even Britnie's house! Jesus, I feel much more comfortable in there houses then in my own.

I feel as though, no one knows my anger, disappointment, and general annoyance towards the man that I'm suppose to call father. Sure, other kids have daddy-issues.. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. Not that even matters. No one reads this fucking journal anyway..

God, I hate my life. And I don't think anyone would be able to understand the weird complex life that I seemed to be stuck in. I don't even think my best friend would understand even though there are the only ones I complain to. Fuck..

I wish that I wasn't me.

I don't think i ever told anyone about how much I hate moving have I?

Well, it starts off with a general conversation. Oh we're moving? That's cool. When? In a couple of months? Okay.

That's it, the end of that conversation. At least for me.

Then starts the annoying part. The great purge, the endless amount of garage sales and giving shit away, and finding out the shit that's been living in your house without you knowing, finding those socks/bra/shirt/whatever that you thought you lost. Saying goodbye to friends and people that you've come to grow fond of, and then the boxes.

Oh sure, they seem innocent enough when they first arrive. Cute even.

But they are the DEVIL, my friends. Soon they become intimidating monsters that suck up all the good shit in your room, leaving you there with a blank canvas that you could have sworn you did something with just a few months back. You can't even do ANYTHING since, well, all your shit is packed. Opening one of the boxes to, oh say, get your playstation out and play a couple of your life with Final Fantasy or whatever it is that you play. You can't. Ripping open one those boxes means that you'll have to get the tape gun from hell and wrap that shit up again, right after you packed it. And it's great that you have the playstation, now how about the games?

Which box was that again?

All the boxes look the same (minus the TV boxes, and glass object boxes) and even though you wrote your name on the top of one of those boxes, maybe drew a picture on the side of it, you still can't find that mother fucking box. You remember packing it, you remember putting it aside so you can pack another box, but what you didn't know is that your dad took it and threw it in with the the rest of the mother fucking boxes.

It's aggravating.

While some people only move within a state, how about moving OUT OF STATE. Now, That's a bitch. I have to put all my boxes that are neatly packed (AKA, I stuffed the shit out of those boxes), and stick them in with the rest of the junk that survived the great purge. While I get stuck in a car for three days, contemplating how I can kill three cats and one bird without my parents knowing, the boxes are in a large truck getting rattled so BAD that when you find that box again and expect all of your nice stuff that you thought was safety contained within the box, broken.

It's one of those "What the fuck-- DAD, ALL MY SHIT IS BROKE!!" moment in life that you really can't do without.

All, I can really hope for is that my DSi battery life is what it says on the box and come to find out that I can only play the shit for three hours before it decides to DIE on me. Really wish I had a great computer and The Sims 3 or some shit. Maybe annoying the fuck out of my mom with all the hardcore(pssh, yeah right) shit I have my ipod.

Fuck my life.

So, please don't kill me?

Uhm.. Yeah, I know I haven't posted (At all) in a couple months? I've gotten really busy and seemed to forgotten about the site.. But since now I don't have school, maybe I'll be able to post more. Yesh, no?

That's right bitches, I graduated.

I am now part of the real world!

I'll post later when I have stuff to really talk about.. For right now, I don't have anything really to talk/rant/discuss/post anything about.

Anyone Likie the new background thingy?

COLORS!!

I have been SICK for the past 3 DAYS.

Its not cool I tell you. I've been hugging the toilet like it's my best friend and praying to the gods to spare me. I've haven't been to school, which is kinda bad since its almost at the end of the marking period.

Y'know how monday is Columbus Day?

Usually you'd get the day off, or at least a half day. Not for me. I have to go to school on monday, which sucks major dick. I don't get any days off until.. Either this friday or Thanksgiving. I know I have a half day coming up soon.. No matter. Either way, I'll be basting my ass for the first couple of days next week. I'll loose steam after awhile though and end up doing stuff half assed.

Oh well.

Has anyone heard the new kanye west song? Love Lock Down?

T3H SHIIT >D

FIRST OFF, HI AND HELLO EVERYONE :D

Okay, okay, yell at me later. I know I haven't been on, or updated in a while, but I was busy. I'll tell more later, but now to my current obsession-- Tokio Hotel.

My friends knew about them way before I did, I can remember them talking about them, but, I didn't really listen to anything of theirs, so I really didn't know about them until... this past thursday. But I can honestly say that I fell for Tom, even though He has dreads, i love him way more then his Bill. Georg and Gustav are cool, they just seem a little creepy too me, too body builder. They all work hard though and create some fantastic music.

Even better is that they're coming around my area soon, so that means I might be able to see them live. Which would be, beyond awesome. I might get to see Tom up close.. *dies*

I did go looking around for Fan Fiction for them, especially Bill/Tom Twincest, but only found very few. I did find three com. on here in LJ that I tried joining but.. They have to review me before they do anything, like accept me. I really hope they do, I need my fix xP

Well.. Im gonna go watch some Tokio TV on Youtube.

A lot has been going on in my world as of late.

First the most important thing thats been going on, school. Senior year has been a different experience that I am used too. Before I even went into the school, I thought "Aw, Damn it, another year of bullshit" but then as soon as I step into the door, I felt accomplished. It felt like I fucking owned the school. Which, since I am a Senior, I guess would be correct.

I don't know where the feeling came from.

The first day of school was, okay. I'm not 100% in love with most of my classes, Jesus Freaks and Stabby McStab Stab in pottery class. Buck Teeth and LEECH in Algebra I, the crickets in the liberal Arts... I have a lot of problems in most of them. Plus side, My english teacher is hot, I have photo II, lunch with my friends, AP History is fun, and that out weighs the bad part. Mostly.

The other thing is cool is the fact that I don't have to go back to school tomorrow since, well, the hurricane is coming tomorrow and there's going to be some bad weather.

Im more then "A little" scared of the hurricane that suppose to hit tomorrow. I've never been though a hurricane, I've been though about every other storm but never a hurricane. Its kinda knowing a blizzard is going to hit. But it much more scarier since, well, I know for the most part how to keep warm.

Not how to save myself from my House falling on top of me.

On a lighter note, its 11 days until my birthday. Britnie is making me a "Birthday Fic". It has something to do, Kingdom Hearts, mermaids, moons, boy love, and some other things. I helped her come up with the ideas but.. I don't think she'll get any ideas for until AFTER my birthday. Which is fine, but, Im kinda hopping I can read it soon.

I really need to read a good fic.

So, Despite yesterday's madness with the not being able to write, I some how got my mojo back and was able to write Chapter two for My Missing link. Im glad, and enjoy :]


Title: My Missing Link
Rating: M
Warnings: Mentions of incest and Rape. Abuse is also a concern.
Fandom: None, my own.

Summary: What would you do if you were given the chance to leave everything behind and start anew? Would you take it?

Chapter Two: Smokey The Bear

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What the fuck

I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me. I've been trying to work on My Missing Link for a long time now, after i posted the first chapter and some sleep, but I can't seem to come up with ANY ideas how to write the beginning of the second chapter. For some god awful reason, I lost my mojo to write.

It's not just with My Missing Link either.

Even in the couple, alive, role playing that im doing right now. It's been really effecting what I've been doing though out the entire day. And you may not know this, but, writing is kinda what I do for the whole day. Im used to getting stuck on certain idea's for stories and such, but role plays are pretty easy for me to come up with a quick idea to do whatever I want to do. I use other peoples characters and my own, because I know who they are, to the best of my ability and a lot of people say that I'm pretty good.

But for the life of me, today I just can't or want to seem to write.

I really want this to go away, since, well, I love writing. I deleted my post about a thousand times today on my privet role play that im doing because I didn't like the way it sounded, and that's never happened to me before. I go to respond to something in one of my guilds and I get really stuck because I can't fucking think of anything.

I just posted something in Line By line, which i always thought would be good therapy since I didn't have to come up with major plot lines and I didn't allow my self much thought before I started to work on anything. Its the opposite when I write something else, I plan (roughly) what I want to write, what I want in my work wither it's a small saying or an action, and I have some pre-thought ideas that I always come in handy when I didn't think of something before hand.

I think it's one of the reason why Im a good role player.

but for the entire day today, I've been going though a dry spell. I've gotten off my computer serial times today so I could think of something else since this is driving me crazy. Hell, I watched a documentary on China for four hours just to get my mind off of writing. I don't have any video games that I haven't beat already and the only other thing that I do to relieve my stress from every day life is writing.

That wasn't happening today.

I couldn't even watch any video's on youtube either. Those would give me ideas for writing, which normally wouldn't be a bad thing, but as soon as I went to sit down and think them out a little bit, write them down, they'd be gone in a fucking flash and I was left sitting in front my computer screen looking like a idiot.

I really hope i get over this.

I'm loosing ground but gaining space
My favorite word is my favorite fate

To bedding with the moon
And waking with the sun

Opposites attract
We know this to be true
But they only leave us in the dust

So say those three words
The ones that means the most

Be my world, be my space.

Because Im loosing ground but gaining space.

Well, there's two times in my life that i do things differently. I pretty much stay the same though.

Right now, then it's summer, I'm pretty lazy. Okay, hella lazy. I get up around noon since I stayed up until crazy hours ( like 4 ) then normally I get on the computer and go to Gaia or something. I play around on the computer until I have to pee or something then I finally get out of my room. Then I have to, I mean, i can't not not do it, is find my mom, hug her and tell her that i love her.

Why do i have to do this? I have no clue.

I've been doing that since.. before I can remember. Even when we used to sleep in the same bed and got up around the same time. I'd get up and find my mom. I don't know why I think she'll leave in the middle of the night and leave me, and she knows that I love her, its just something strange i do.

So for the rest of the day I hang out with my parents since I don't have a job and school's out. I hear that we're going to disney soon though :)

When I sleep there's gotta be a couple things i have to do. I have to feed my fishes, change into my pajama's and then finally get into bed. Because of the fish tank I have night light. In all my almost 17 years, I have never been without a night light. I need it, despite what people think about it. I also have to have a fan on. Not so much because it's hot or anything like that, but I need the noise. It soothes me.

When Im trying to fall asleep I need to have a my baby blanket, my bills blanket, and my teddy bear to fall asleep. I can fall asleep without them, but it's hard. Whenever I'm over at a friends house I try to find the heaviest blanket that I can find, since my bills blanket is pretty heavy.

When schools going on, I pretty much do the same thing. I just get up earlier and go to school. After school I either stay or math help, photography, or hang out with friends. I get home, watch some TV, play on the computer, eat dinner, do homework, play on PS2 or something, and then go to bed.

Rinse, wash, repeat.

Hullo all!

So, since none of my role plays that I joined on gaia seemed to be active, that or their ignoring me, I got bored and started writing. what inspired this? Well, A music video named "The Kill" By.. I have no idea. I was half watching fuse and half playing on the computer. The Video inspired me, since it had something to do with an empty hotel, 4 boys men, weird/creepy things going on, and twins. :)

All that goodness into one makes my fic. It's only the prolog but Im currently working on the first chapter which would introduce the first 2 main characters. Depending on how people take the the very, very, short prolog we'll see how this continues.

Title: My Missing Link
Rating: T-M (it will vary based on chapter)
Fandom: My own :D

Summery:Given the chance would you stay in a empty hotel with 3 other people that you don't know? No? Well, these four people took that chance. Why? Well, you'll just have to find that out on your own.

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So, my last post about digimon was me complaining about the fact that 1) No real writers anymore seem to love the fandom 2) NO one seems to love the fandom and 3) Digimon Data Squad in not being a real digimon season. Since then, i still agree with one and two but on three..

Damn it. I don't agree anymore.

I figured it would be unfair of me, as digimon fan, to judge a season that I have only seen 5 minutes of in some random part of the season. I took it upon my self to watch all the videos I could find one Youtube. All 36 of them.

By the 8 episode I was hooked

Although, Im still pissed off about most things in the show. I still don't believe that adults should have known about the digimon, let alone DELETE their FREAKIN' data. Im cool with Marcus's mom knowing about Agumon and later Krissy's Biyomon but.. For almost everyone in the damn show to be... that old?!

Okay okay, I should be happy that it's okay to have crushes on the lead characters since it would be morally and legally okay to date them. But Im not, in fact im friggin' pissed.

And DATS?! What the hell is up with that?! That's just messed up. There isn't suppose to be a friggin' organization to help digimon. Specially one that makes their members where god damn spandex. Like i said in the other post, It should be like the second season where they kept everything a secret from the adults and others who know nothing about the digimon or digital world. It would be better for both worlds, and that way it could also prove just how cool some kids and teenagers could be.

The whole show is based off the fact that Kids can poll though anything they set their minds too and never giving up.

Another thing that pisses me off about two seasons, the third ( Tamers) and the fifth ( Data Squad ) is the fact that they kept switching between the human world and the digital world. I know that in the second season that they switched between the two worlds too but they mostly stayed in the digital world and they could LEAVE anytime they wanted. With the third and fifth it was either you stayed in the human world or you went to the digital one. There was hardly no choices in the fact of either you went or stayed.

I believe that all digimon seasons should stay true to the first season of digimon. The one that started all of them. Without that one, there would be no others. In that finding I believe that all digimon tamers and digidestined should stay in the digital world until it's either the final battle or some random chance that they get to go home for a short stay.

The first and fourth seasons were BY FAR the best digimon seasons to date. Let me remind you that this is just my own personal choice of all the 5 seasons of digimon. The rest were okay, the second season was better then the other three, but as it goes on my favorite to least favorite: Adventure, Frontier, Adventure 02, Data Squad, and Tamers

But they are all equally digimon, so they all have a special place in my heart.

I've always been a night owl, for as long as I can remember. Im not a morning person, at all, and most everything that I think about, i think about it in the middle of the night. Where it's dead quiet and no one can bug me since everyone is sleeping. I enjoy the silence and sometimes I got out by my pool and just think.

It soothes me.

But, these times are not my favorite times to help me get over writers block. Just before dawn and the hour or so after the sun goes down is the best time for helping my writers block. If I stay up late enough to watch the sun raise, it boosts me with ideas that help inspire the good ideas ( where the guy gets the girl or how my super hero will beat the bad guy because of whatever ) but on the other hand, the hour or so after twilight helps me with all of my darker ideas.

I believe it's because of the lighting.

The sunrise for me, like many others, inspires hope and the confidence that no madder what, the sun will raise tomorrow. The way that the skye turns lighter and lighter until the orange ball that is our sun peeks out of the horizon just... Inspires me. This could be very common but it's something extremely important to me. If I ever feel bad and can't seem to figure out how to inspire my own characters, the voices in my head, the people who i draw strength on, the people who make me, i stay up or get up early enough to watch the sunrise and suddenly i feel better.

On the other hand, whenever i feel like the world is just a little to happy and my own jaded self comes shinning though, the hour after the sun goes down is when my darker half, the part that i keep under control during the day, the part that whispers harsh words in my ear, comes out to play. I often use these times to fuel any writing block that i seem to have and filled them up with the darker half of me. Sadly this darker half is more poetic and seems to have better ways with words at night and in times of twilight.

because of the last year of my life, the one that had really taken it's toll on the happier side of my unbalanced life, I rarely ever get up for sunrises anymore.

So to answer the question: The hour that i like most is after the sun goes down. In twilight, I feel like I am at my element. Specially if it rains.

Ever bored sometimes and watch a children television show?

I've had.

It's something quiet well known in my group of friends. Gwen gets bored, Gwen does something new and quite possibly illegal. Gwen rants about it, ships different characters ( mostly Yaoi ), comes up with crazy ideas that no one will ever write or read about, makes jokes, points things out, gets tired and goes on the prowl for new things to which she could repeat with. And you know what?

I never get tried of it

SO, let's get to the point. Digimon. I first watched back when I was a kid ( 6 or 7) and watched all the seasons, yes even 3 even though it wasn't all that great, but skipped out on the last season: Data Squad. Why? Because that's not fucking digimon. It's not the type of digimon I know anyway. I've never seen an episode because of the 5 minutes I've watched in the middle of the 3 one or something.

All I've got to say about that is: ADULTS ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO KNOW ABOUT DIGIMON, FOOLS!

It suppose to be about kids in a strange world, fighting strand digital monsters, beating the bad guy, and changing them-self's in the the BEST GROUP they can possibly be. Not whatever that show is about. I love digimon, even though sometimes it makes me feel like a child rapist or something. Damn you japan for making all the good looking guys in fucking 5th grade.

Does anyone else see the problem with that?

So to rekindle my childhood love for the show, and find some sexy lemons for Yamato and Tachi, I went on my search for some good fan fictions. Only come up EMPTY fucking HANDED. What kind of bullshit is that? Does anyone have any love for the digital world anymore? I will not accept the ending that they gave us. Yamato and Sora? Please

I am quite a big fan of the Frontier Season of digimon, Takuya is delicious, but I want someone to show the relationship of the Frontier and the Adventure have. I mean after the second season, Tachi, Yamato, Hikari, TK, Daisuke, Cody, fucking everyone drops off the map like a rock in the ocean. I've said this before, I will not accept the fate of which they gave us. Too much of a happy ending for me. The third season is crap, Calumon is the only thing that's good in that season, and Jurri scares the hell out of me.

I will never look at a sock puppet the same way again.

So the real true question is: Should I try and write me own digimon fan fiction? One that would show the connection between the 1&2 seasons with the 4th? If so, can anyone give me ideas on this? I don't feel like the fandom doesn't have enough support behind it and being controlled by n00bs and very few talented writers out there?

Does anyone even care anymore?

Because I sure the hell do.

Son of a bitch

That is the really only thing that's been going though my head since about, 4:05 this morning. Why did i have to get up at such an ungodly time? Well, britnie is the reason. She had to go back home today, her flight back to NY left this morning at 6:05. We got a call from her from JFK ( New York. Super expensive and big. Gotta lurv them New Yorkers ) and then from Hancock ( Not a super hero, or Will Smith, but a small air port in New York ) saying that's she alright and back in her daddies arms.

But this morning when we could go as far as we could, which was almost to security, I started to ball my eyes out. Britnie didn't see this, or i hope to god she didn't, but pretty much everyone else did. I hate crying in public even more then putting on make up. I basically ran back to the car and soon we were back into the safety of my now, too spacious queen size bed.

I cried even harder when I got back home.

Then I slept for a couple of hours. ( 5 something to 11 ) when my mom woke me up with a simple, loving, sentence that made me want to get out of bed and do something then go emo over my britnie loss.

"Want some pancakes?"

God I love my mother.

In the end, I didn't have pancakes. I had french toast. But it was equally delicious. So for the past couple hours I've been trying to get britnie off my mind ( epic fail! ) and trying to read my squeal to the book that just finish about couple of weeks ago. Fourth World is the first one and now im reading Only human. I hadn't got too far in the book because everything i try do, i want to do something britnie.

Damn her for bringing FF 11.

Even though I asked her too. Kinda.

so right now, Im trying to some VaanXBalthier porn that i found wee hours of this morning. Why? Because it's the shit. Damn it britnie. You'll the only one who's reading this too. I should get more friends on LJ.

No one wants to be my friend, since im usually bitchy. Excuse me now, I have to go emo in that dark depressing corner over there.

Edit: Britnie, damn it, you left a shirt over here! Jeeze.

Thats right, Im a god damn road warrior.

My ass is numb, my shoulders hurt like a mother fucker but I am still a mother fucking road warrior.

And yes, road warriors are allowed to swear like a mother fucker.

I hate road trips, they kick the shit out of me. In a back seat for hours in a cramped position and fighting for pee breaks. My DS has a love/hate relationship with me during these times since i play it until it's battery goes dead. The same thing goes for my laptop and the Sims, I figure since i have about a battery time that can last about 4 hours, I got about 4 hours to play with the sims.

Yeah... Lets just say me and my laptop are not on speaking terms.

New york was basically a long stay at autumne home, with her darling littler brothers and parents. Look at last post for more details.

On the road, nothing major happened. Like i said, we had to fight for bathroom breaks and food for most of the time. Gas, like with everyone else, is hassle everywhere since all the prices got jacked up. However, in Georgia, the gas is a tad bit cheaper! that was new.

It was fun to have britnie in the car since i would have a fellow back-seatian! Someone to share my woes about the uncomfortable spring seat of our truck. Another to feel the pleasure to lay down on those oh-so-comfy hotel bed and sleep in a normal and natural position to be dragged out from the nice, warm, covers that you have made for your self hours later to be placed back in your personal hell.

Okay, maybe a little long winded but it does the job.

*eyes bed* Um, yeah. Gonna go crash now.