what.

"Jupiter tries to flirt with Saturn, not realising he only has eyes for boss Cyrus."

-repeated headdesk-




















Ahem. So yeah. It's currently 12:01 AM. I've been unproductively spending my time browsing Japanese fanart websites for squee-worthy pictures. And now my dad is chasing me off the computer. Bleh.

Will post details about Fandi's party tomorrow. If I remember.

Night y'all. (-pokes above quote- That, plus eye-raping fanarts will probably keep me awake tonight.)

Food for thought.

At what point does writing become so detailed that it gets annoying?

Should length be traded for conciseness? Or does this merely take away from the enjoyment of reading and from development of characters, setting, atmosphere, etc.?

What about plot? If shortness helps to advance the plot faster, is that a fair trade-off for the aforementioned elements of the story?

Compare:

"He walked up to her shakily, putting his hands in his pockets and staring at her."

vs.

"Keeping his steely-grey eyes fixed on hers, he shoved his trembling hands into the pockets of his dusty coat and, listening to the empty echoes of his footsteps reverberating throughout the room, approached her with unease."

(A/N: Not my best writing sample, I know, but you guys get the point, yeah?)

Just a taste of what I've been doing these days.

(Dun dun dun - ROLEPLAYING ♥

Also: long title. x3)

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Don't go, Renée, it's too suspicious. The fifteen-year-old sighed, tucking a strand of chocolate-brown hair behind her ear, as her older brother's words echoed in her mind for the umpteenth time that day. She knew that he liked to be careful and only had her best interests in mind, but, come on! It was a free cruise! And she had her Pokémon with her, what was the worst that could happen?

"C'mon Faye," she called over her shoulder to the Froslass following her. "Hurry up! I wanna see the ship leave, and then I wanna go eat! I'm starving. And stop laughing at me," she added snappily as the Ice-type held a pale hand up to her face to hide her smirk. Renée growled a little; it wasn't her fault that she was so short, and that the ticket guy thought she was seven!

Sticking her tongue out at her meanie of a Froslass - maturity was obviously something that Renée did not have much of - the girl pranced down the hall, inadvertently knocking a few people over on her way. Faye paused to give a small, apologetic bow to the poor victims of her trainer's excitement before hurrying along after her.

"Freedom!" A muffled thumping sound from behind the door signified to Renée that she may have clubbed someone in the face with it when she threw it open, but she decided to apologize later, not noticing the haughty look that Faye threw at her back. Instead, the trainer hurried over to the railing of the deck, her hazel eyes flickering over the sea of people in one direction and the sea of water in the other.

A light breeze blew by, causing the hem of her short black dress to dance around her thighs, and Renée took a deep breath. It wasn't often that she went sailing - this was going to be such an adventure!

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The "scariest guy in Team Rocket" certainly wasn't living up to his name at the moment, Lance noted with a grimace as he strolled through the empty halls of the ship, listening to the echoing clatters of his boots against the wood floor. Occasionally there was a straggling trainer wandering around lost in the halls, or a grunt slacking off and taking a walk, but the Rocket Executive made sure that any sign of life was immediately chased away - a difficult feat, considering his current attire.

He tugged uncomfortably at the fancy black suit he was wearing, mentally cursing Lambda for forcing him into it. He knew that walking around in his usual Rocket uniform would instantly arouse suspicion, and that was the last thing they needed on a ship full of battle-happy trainers... but it didn't make him any less irritated with the outfit.

After snapping at yet another lazy grunt, Lance finally heard the words he was waiting for - "Hey, Lancey! Your shift is over now!"

Okay, maybe not the "Lancey" part, but he certainly was glad for Lambda's announcement. Now he could finally take a break from patrolling the halls, maybe do something to uplift his crappy mood. "Fresh air sounds good," he muttered to himself, heading for the deck.

The first thing he noticed when he reached the deck - aside from the blast of wind that ruffled his teal hair - was a grunt in a sailor uniform lying on the floor by the door, clutching his face in agony. Rolling his eyes at the uselessness of these underlings, Lance grabbed him roughly by the collar. "Get up, you useless sod," he growled, forgetting the fact that he probably looked extremely suspicious, "and get back to work."

Throwing the grunt back down, he made his way to the railing and leaned against it, putting a hand to his forehead and groaning in exasperation. A stupid suit, a fellow executive made of pure evil, being in charge of loafing underlings on a ship full of potentially strong trainers... how did he ever manage to get himself into this?

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(Shuup, Lance > Proton ANY DAY BITCH

-ahem-

&& Anyone who catches the RCII reference gets a cookie~ 83)

FINALLY.

FREEDOM.

Fandi: I am so confused by this...

AHAHA. IT'S OKAY FANDERSON, THIS BLOG IS CONFUSING ANYWAY BECAUSE OF THE MASSIVE FANGIRL SPAM AND RANDOM STUFF I PUT ON IT, AND I REFUSE TO TURN OFF MY CAPSLOCK BECAUSE I AM SOOOOO! PSYCHED! FOR SUMMER! VACATION! (THIS! IS! SPARTA!)

Okay, I'll calm down.

Yesterday, I watched Toy Story 3. It was cute. And hilarious. MR. TORTILLA HEAD THAT IS ALL KTHX ♥

Yes, Van, Rachel roleplays. ♥

HARVEST MOON. ♥

Mark (from Sunshine Islands) is being a pain in the ass. ACCEPT MY GODDAMN GIFTS ALREADY D:<<<<<<

BABY YOU'LL BE FAMOUS CHASE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPA-PAPARAZZI ♥

Hrm.

I find it rather amusing that canons who have close to zero personality whatsoever (-ahem-HoennE4-ahem-) are the most fun for me to roleplay.

Maybe it's because they have close to zero personality whatsoever, so I have more freedom when playing them than I do for most other canon characters.

Either way, the Hoenn E4 are made of pure awesomesauce, despite having close to zero - you get the point, yeah? 8D

Exams tomorrow. G'luck, y'all. (And me.)

Examsssss.

^title.

I'll post more during the summer.

Promise.

Hopefully.

Maybe.

Perhaps.

... imma go back to my Fam Studies notes nao. ._.

LATER-

"On a, uh, positive note, you... you... I... um... I... I don't have one. .___."

you gotta love Howie Mandel. xD

And yet again.

Howdy world. It’s not Monday, but our Family Studies class is in the library nonetheless, which really sucks, because that means OMG ~*~ RESEARCH TIME ~*~ FUN SPARKLY YAY ~*~

Sorry Mark, for ripping off your ~*~ AWESOME FAKE SPARKLINESS OF DOOM THINGIES ~*~

Tildes and asterisks. Yaaaay. :P

Okay, so yeah. Family Studies. Nobody’s really taking this seriously, I don’t think. I’ve said that already, sometime before, haven’t I? You all get the point, yeah? Okay, time to write a crackfic.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named... Natalie. And her friend Amy. Simply because these two happen to be sitting next to the author right now. So yeah.

Okay, so this girl named Natalie and her friend named Amy went to this wonderful magical land called... ~*~ SPARKLY LAND OR SOMETHING OR OTHER ~*~. And in this magical land, there were lots of... unicorns. Nice, pretty, sparkly unicorns that welcomed the two friends into ~*~ SPARKLY LAND OR SOMETHING OR OTHER ~*~. Except there was also an evil unicorn named... uh... SHADOWCORNDOG MCVILLAINTHING (because shadow is EBILL and this means that he/she/it/corndog is a BAD GUY D:). So this SHADOWCORNDOG MCVILLAINTHING lived on an EBILL DARK CLOUD that hung over ~*~ SPARKLY LAND OR SOMETHING OR OTHER ~*~, casting half of the land into darkness. And the cloud was getting bigger as SHADOWCORNDOG MCVILLAINTHING took over the land, and it covered the royal castle where the WONDERFUL SPARKLY PURE MCPRINCESSPERSON lived, because everything’s better with princesses. (... Okay, I’ll stop that now.) So yeah... WONDERFUL SPARKLY PURE MCPRINCESSPERSON was really scared that SHADOWCORNDOG MCVILLAINTHING was taking over, but then she saw our heroine and her friend (sorry Amy :P) walking into ~*~ SPARKLY LAND OR SOMETHING OR OTHER ~*~ to save the day! YAY! Um... so WONDERFUL SPARKLY PURE MCPRINCESSPERSON gave Natalie and Amy their very own SWORDS OF MCAWESOMENESS and they went to go slay the ebil SHADOWCORNDOG MCVILLAINTHING up in his/her/its/corndogs EBILL CLOUD OF DOOM DUN DUN DUN. And now the author has writer’s block, so let’s just say rocks fall everyone dies and Natalie and Amy get transported back to present time, which is Wednesday June 9th 2010, in the library of RHHS and in the middle of a stupid Family Studies class in which people may or may not be working (probably the latter).

... Big wall of text, scary.

It is currently 3:16 pm. We’re knitting tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to finish my bear this week sometime (HOPEFULLY), but for now... TIME MOVE FASTER PRETTY PLEASE WITH ~*~ SPARKLES ~*~ D:

People enjoy my story. MY LIFE GOAL IS FULFILLED YESHHH no it isn’t.

Inversion.

Normally, when people procrastinate, they procrastinate doing their work by playing online or something instead.

Right now however, I don't feel like restocking my shop on Neopets, so I'm finishing up my ISU picture book proj instead to avoid having to restock (because I'm lazy).

A rather productive inversion though, I must say.

... Going back to colouring nao.

Sorry guys.

There are only three links on my "Links" list on the sidebar because those are the only people who actually update. Sometimes. (Not really in Fanderson's case, but that's 'cause she has more important things to do than sit there and type pointless entries on a blog that people may or may not read.)

... Yeah. Night, people.

English class is pretty chills.

Like so.

I have no clue where Mich and Fanderson ran off to, but it's definitely not here. By the way, "here" happens to be the computer lab across the hall from our English classroom, where we have class in sometimes when the class that's supposed to be here is in our room.

Sorry if that's a tad convoluted.

Apparently IE doesn't have spellcheck. It's nice to be free from all those red lines, but now I'm kind of paranoid that I won't be able to spell certain words correctly. I have no idea why. o_O

Nalini just asked "Who's Fanderson?" Then she got it.

Sometimes I think about changing the name of my blog (the "i really lack a life" thing), but it's been that way since the beginning (which is like... two years? Almost?) so I don't want to.

Carnival after this period!~ Which is like in an hour. Rawrrr.

I wonder if they sell cotton candy. I want to try cotton candy again, even though it's practically pure sugar and reallyyyy bad for you.

It's cold in here. Or maybe it's because I'm just a heater. Or maybe it's because I'm wearing a t-shirt and cut-off pant-things. Or maybe it's because I'm not moving around a lot. Or maybe it's all of the above.

I probably look possessed or something when I type this, only because there's nothing interesting to do here other than blog and not do our debate for English. Which is kinda due tomorrow. Screwedddd.

Nalini just asked me, "Who do you like now?" I am debating whether or not to answer her. (... I don't even know if I HAVE an answer. o_O What is this.)

And now she's badgering me with "who? who? who? Who?" And I don't know why I randomly capitalised that last "who".

Tanya and Hayley left. I think we should probably go back too, since we're not even doing anything in here... yeah. Ciao.