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Happiness. just a tear drop away.

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:54:27 GMT

Or something like that. Anyways. Check out my uber awesome fic-blog that has nothing on it!!!
just click this lovely link <3

You'd better click it.
And waste your time.
Fools.

Anyways. My first attempt at cooking happened this morning. I made porridge and ~~baked~~ toasted bread and microwaved other stuff. I think I managed okay, if not, my mom can kill me. I don't mind. JK.
I have school off today, which is why I'm posting this. Although right now I'd be home anyways. Whatever. XD.
This entry is so weirdly random. It kinda scares me....

I'M ALIVE. SERIOUSLY.

Sun, 20 Jan 2008 01:25:19 GMT

I seem to be lurking around my friend's journals but never updating my own. Anyways. Just got back from drumline practice (SIX FREAKING HOURS OF TORTURE) and is now happily eating dinner. Which consists of bread since I don't cook. XD. Drumline is screwed....really screwed this year. Apparently we became a 'legend' --and a verb-- last year. Except this year our first competition is liek less than a month away and we don't even know half the show. Eww.

Mucho panic.

I seemed to have gotten better @ drawing and writing. Yay!!!! And also finished Yukan Club over winter break which I totally should have spent on science fair *coughcough* and having four meals a day.

People still say I'm thin. I don't believe them. But anyways. Yeah. I'm alive!!!

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 23:38:11 GMT

Wow. Laziness has deprived me from this holy place. I'm impressed. ^^

And somehow that's all I have to say...
*new icon. points.*

La la la la...

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 19:54:17 GMT

Wow. I haven't been here for, like, forever. I am busy churning out fics for fanfic100 right now. Yep. I have lots and lots and LOTS of biology homework. Did I mention how much I abhore biology? I mean, ZOMG there's a science fair. So? What's the point of the freaking science fair? To see how long you last without going insane? ~~That might actually be the reason...~~ So my bio teacher has like the WORST deadlines ever. Ever. Mu haha.

Cows are funny. I dunno why...LOL. Random thought. I took PSAT's today! Very very boring, especially since I don't know half the stuff on the test and guessed on like half of the other half. BUT I suppose I did ok. Yes. I am arrogant. Very very arrogant. ~~Deal with it or die!~bitches.~~ I feel like I should update this thing once a week, but life is now obsessed w/ roleplaying...I'm so gleeful at FINALLY figuring out how the hell that thing works and so I am currently in 4 RPGs. And that's still not enough to really get me thinking.

Yes. Arrogance.

I ran the mile in like 7 minutes yesterday! ~~~happy

Ara!

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 20:19:07 GMT

Weird. I haven't been on here for ages, but I've been on here like three minutes ago. Yeah. RPing is like the time consuming addiction of like DOOM. I dunno why...fanfiction doesn't attract me nearly as much anymore. But anyways. Yeah, I'm still going to continue fanfic100 cuz that's what people do, right?

*mind goes blank*

I'm so sleepy but I can't sleep...do I have insomnia??? No...I don't, right?
*points up there* new icon! Yay SasuNaru!

Hana Kimi finale...

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 21:31:56 GMT

Hana Kimi is finally over. I feel like crying *waaaa*

I can't believe Sano did kissed her! DIE YOU FREAK! DIE! JUST GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF!!!!! Kagurazaka would be better for you!!! I'm sorry Nakatsu, I really supported you! Really! Why didn't you get Mizuki?????? How come Mizuki doesn't like you? How come Sano had to fall in love with her? He didn't even have like that weird ridiculously long line of flashbacks before he fell in love with her!! In fact, he fell in love too quickly and it was pretty damn unrealistic. Really really unrealistic. I hope they make like another episode where Mizuki gets together with Nakatsu, even though it's never gonna happen. Don't laugh. It's just fangirlish hopes...but no. I never ever ever want to see Oguri Shun and Ikuta Toma together in real life. That would really scar me for life, especially after they kissed 12 times for the drama. 12 TIMES!! Are they crazy or what?

I have to rant a lot about Hana Kimi right now to let out my mixed emotions for the end. It was actually a decent end compared to Nobuta, though. Nobuta's end annoyed the hell out of me, since Akira didn't get togeter with Nobuta and instead left for Shuuji. DUDE, IT'S SHUUJI we're talking about here. The guy who uses people as tools to stay popular. And, Shuuji's a GUY. AKIRA is NOT GAY. AKIRA loves NOBUTA. I'm going crazy here!!!!!! In fact, I don't even think Yamapi is gay. Yamapi is GOD!!!~~ Yamapi is like my idol. LOL. Yamashita Tomohisa. Nice name. He should so get together with Horikita Maki. They'd look better together than Ikuta Toma and Maki. They'd look a lot better together than Oguri Shun and Maki. *shudders* Do you ppl even realize the age difference? Oguri was 24. Maki was 20. I think Yamapi and Toma are 22 or 23 right now...but I'm not sure. Yamapi just looks really good with Maki, but maybe they hate each other in real life?

...this entry has no organization whatsoever. Go me.

yeah. rant over. But seriously, DIE SANO DIE!!!! YOU'RE REALLY NOT THAT GOOD LOOKING!!!...sorry. Couldn't resist that last little snippet.

Stupidity

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 19:05:53 GMT

I did something incredibly ridiculous a while ago...something incredibly ridiculous, that is, join fanfic100</lj>...and I claimed Inoue Orihime. Wow. I never even thought I'd join that comm, especially because I can never force myself to write 100 fics...

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

I hate teh Internet...

Sat, 22 Sep 2007 17:07:22 GMT

My Internet has been dying and being resurrected for like the FIFTEENTH TIME in a row. It sucks...now I have to try and calculate how long I have to write this entry before it dies again...and I'm horrible at math. *cries* I somehow had this urge to catch up on Naruto. I don't know why though...for a long time after I got over-obsessed w/ it, it died in my brain and every time I saw I was just like, "OMG Naruto's so stupid." I can't figure out why for the life o' me.

So I read Bleach instead. I still can't figure out if Grimmjow died or not...stupid, stupid. He was almost my favorite character. Almost. But no one can top Hitsu-kun! He's just so chibi and cute!!! *starts fangirling*...

...This journal is unloved. O my.

OMG! an actual entry...

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 19:53:12 GMT

In percussion ensemble I somehow became the 'girl who knifes ppl when they make jokes'...even though all I do is laugh. Does anyone know how THAT happened? I would...apparently, my percussion teacher is a rebel...

today I had to do curl-ups in gym. GYM. O TEH HORROR. I got up to twenty something before I screwed up and my partner told me what to do to make it non-screwy-uppy, but before I could start again the teacher came and was like, "You're not allowed to do that."

Well, of course I knew that. How stupid did he think I was? So I just glared at his back and lay there like a dead thing. And the moral of the story is, never trust your curl-up partner OR the gym teacher. Both of them want you dead. ^_^

I'm on a posting spree here

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 01:58:35 GMT

I'm going to go after Akira/Nobuta on 30_kisses... which I hope to finish...(sweatdrop)...and I've never been known to finish anything more than an essay...LOL

Akira is so kawaii!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~~~

YOSH!

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 21:14:10 GMT

Recently got obsessed with NewS!!! aa~ Yamapi is really hot **
That's the first time I've said a guy is hot for like a century. It scares me to know I can still do that. BUT oh well. He has a really nice voice, it's very open. Unlike the other guys...

I just listened to Golf-Mike too. Golf looks surprisingly cute with black hair. Mike is obviously prettier (LOL) though, I don't see how Golf is hot, but I can see how Mike is ADORABLE. I found a pic of Mike cosplaying L on Photobucket! He looks exactly like him.

This is the first time I've rambled about GUYS in forever...too...

HPxLotR is coming along nicely! It has Deathly Hallows spoilers though, so unless you've read book 7, I wouldn't recommend reading the fic.

~Hana-Kimi (J-dorama) is awesome! NakatsuxMizuki pwns all!

HIYA

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 16:16:39 GMT

Hi peoples. Decided to give HPxLotR another go. so...have fun...

Two years had passed since Harry had defeated Voldemort and claimed the Elder Wand (if only to stick back into Dumbledore's grave). Our young (?), agnst-ridden (though curently content) hero was now training to be an Auror, because Kingsley, as the Minister of Magic (they're still on temporary until they find someone authorative to become official Minister) was a paranoid guy and was constantly on the lookout for a new Dark Lord.

Ron was training alongside Harry now, and both men (or boys) were well on there way. Hermione had become a Healer...Ginny was confined at home by an extremely happy Mrs. Weasley, who was ecstatic at having Ginny inside all the time to help her knit more sweaters in honor of Fred.

One morning...

"Morning, Harry!" Ron called, waiving his friend over. He stopped looking extremely happy, though, at the expression on his best friend's (scarred) face. "What's wrong? Is Voldemort back?"

"You said his name." Harry replied.

"Well, hate to tell you this, mate, but the war's OVER." Ron said. "What's up with you?"

"Is it strange when you repeatedly have a dream of some horrible rendition of Voldemort's eye and some weird mutated house-elf muttering about a 'Precioussss' all the time?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, it's weird." Ron said. "What are you going to do about it then?"

"Dunno mate, ask Dumbledore?"

"He's dead." Ron said. "Did you hit your head with something?"

"No." Harry thought for a while. "I suppose I could ask Hermione."

"I suppose you could." Ron replied, looking not too happy.

"What's wrong with her?"

Ron took several deep breaths. "Nothing's wrong, Harry, it's just...uh, I, uh, I want to ask her to...er, marry me?"

"Now?" Harry asked.

"Then when?"

"After we figure out the dream."

"Merlin, Harry, you don't actually think Voldemort's still alive, do you?"

"..." Harry didn't answer.

"COME ON, MUM! I'M EIGHTEEN FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! CAN I AT LEAST VISIT MY BROTHER BY MYSELF?!" Ginny screamed. "VOLDEMORT'S BEEN DEAD FOR TWO YEARS ALREADY!"

"She has a point, Mum." George said, "It's not like she's visiting Fred or anything..."

Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. George saw Ginny glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes with a towel that had magically appeared out of nowhere. "I will allow you to go," She began (Ginny finally relaxed), "IF (Ginny tensed up again) you let Georgie accompany you."

George winked at Ginny. "Alright, Mum." Ginny sighed. "I'll be back before nightfall."

"Let's go, Gin, before Mum drowns us in tears..." George said. Mrs. Weasley had dissolved again.

"My poor Fred..." She sobbed. "Go on, you two. Don't worry about me..."

Shell Cottage was the happy shelter to a family of four: Bill, Fleur, Teddy, and Victoire. When George and Ginny appeared on the front step together the door swung open with such force that the door would have been disconnected had it not been for the magical bidings that held it in place.

Fleur was looking immensely proud of herself.

"What's the good news?" Ginny asked.

"For one, Mum finally let you out of the house," Bill said (George applauded). "And two, apparently my daughter received her first kiss today."

"She's, like, two months old." Ginny said.

"Well, Teddy didn't zeem to mind." Fleur said. Her accent had improved slightly, but she was still saying 'Arry Potter'.

"She's two months old." Ginny said. She had never really gotten used to her sister-in-law.

"Ginny, give it a r--" Bill started.

Crack.

Harry and Ron both appeared simultaneously. Ron was dark red and grinning like an idiot.

"What's going on, you two?"

Harry and Ron opened their mouths and said, at the exact same time, "Marriage proposal, accepted!"

three days later
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville were grouped inside the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was listening intently as Harry descibed what he had dreamed about.

"Oh, so, basically you think Voldemort is alive in some other place?" Luna asked. "But then that might mean that the Crumple-Horned Snorkack..."

"I don't think so, Luna." Ron said. Ginny fought back laughter.

"Then we will have to find out." Dumbledore said, pointing to a large, dark blue bowl lying on the table.

"What's that?" Everyone except Hermione chorused together.

"Professor, I don't think going there would be the best idea." Hermione said.

"I suppose you'd rather read books about it?" Ron asked. Hermione glared at him.

"One more word, Ron, and I throw this ring out the window." Hermione gestured to the thin silver band on her finger, the ring that Ron had given to her when he proposed. Ron shut up at once.

"Professor Longbottom." Dumbledore said, "I'm afraid you'll have to teach class..."

Neville looked upset but he nodded. "I understand."

"And Miss Granger."

Hermione frowned. "I really want to go, though."

"Ah, then, I can't stop you." Dumbledore said, just as the door swung open softly and Draco Malfoy entered the room.

"Professor, Kingsley said that Potter and Weasley...oh." He stopped short.

Awkward silence. Malfoy looked around nervously. "I'll just get going then..."

He stopped at the door and turned around. "Why are all of you here anyways?"

"To make a long story short," Ron snarled, "Harry thinks that Voldemort is alive in some other world."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe you."

"Then, you can go first!" Ron said, dragging Malfoy back to the table and forcing his head into the dark blue bowl lying on it.

Harry stared, his mouth open, as Malfoy swore and disappeared.

"That was the stupidest thing you've done in your life, Ronald Weasley, and you've done many, many stupid things in your life." Hermione said, "Get in there and bring him back!"

"Whaa?" Ron said, but too late, he found his face submerged in some kind of mist, felt a kind of rainy wind, and was gone.

Harry stared, his mouth even wider.

"Harry." Hermione said, "Are you coming?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, see you Professor!" Harry said, sticking his head into the bowl.

Dumbledore smiled peacefully as Ginny and Hermione followed and disappeared as well.

Luna stood there with Neville.

Another awkward silence.

"You can go, I'll take over for you." Luna said kindly. Neville shook his head.

"I'm the Professor. Go on."

Luna smiled, hugged him, "Make sure Daddy knows about this!" She said, "Join us later if you can!"

When the mist finally cleared, Harry found himself clinging onto Malfoy for dear life. He let go instantly.

"Where the hell are we, Potter?"

"I have no idea!"

The two barely had time to ponder this when a tall beautiful lady approached them and said, "You are going to die...in seven days."

"WHAT?!?" Harry and Malfoy shouted together as if the beautiful lady's head had been replaced by Voldemort's and was now singing opera.

The lady repeated herself. "You are going to die...in seven days."

"Tell me I'm dreaming." Harry muttered as the lady walked away.

"Tell me I'm dreaming." Malfoy retorted back. "Damn that Weasley, shoving me into this place."

"It's your fault for not believing him."

"It's your fault for dreaming that rubbish about Voldemort's eye!"

"You said his name too." Harry said thoughtfully.

"And hell freezes over." Malfoy replied. "Why can't I say his name?"

"You're a Death Eater, Malfoy." Harry explained with the air of one talking to a three year old. "You're supposed to call him the Dark Lord."

"I am NOT a Death Eater." Malfoy said loudly, as if that could clear up his history.

"Now why didn't you tell Voldemort that when you had the chance?"

"Because I wanted to live!"

"You would've lived anyways." Harry said. "If you were prepared to die."

"Talking in riddles." Malfoy muttered softly so Harry wouldn't hear.

"Besides, remember when that happened to me? It didn't actually hurt, and then I had a chat with Dumbledore and..."

"SHUT UP, POTTER, I'M NOT LISTENING." Malfoy said. "WE'RE GOING TO DIE IN SEVEN DAYS, AND IT'S NOT VOLDEMORT THAT'S GOING TO KILL YOU THIS TIME AROUND."

"You believe her?" Harry asked incredulously.

"You don't?"

There was a dead silence as Malfoy and Harry stared each other down.

Harry spoke first. "So where are we?"

"Like I would know." Malfoy scowled. "We're in a forest of some kind."

"Which forest?" Harry asked, forgetting to be sarcastic.

"I don't live here!" Malfoy answered, "Where are we?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't have asked you, you ferret."

Malfoy whipped out his wand that he just realized had been in his pocket. "Expelliarmus!"

Harry's wand landed easily in his hand.

"Oh the horror!" Harry mocked. "I've lost my wand! So, how are you going to kill me?"

"Potter, I'd shut up if I were you." Malfoy said in a slightly different tone.

"Don't tell me what to..."

A gang of tall beautiful people were approaching them.

"Shutting up." Harry said.

"You're sure about this?" Mrs. Weasley asked Neville.

Neville nodded.

Mrs. Weasley burst into tears again. "Oh Fred..."

'What does that have to do with anything?' Neville thought.

Mrs. Weasley pointed him into a chair. "Sit."

Neville sat.

"Stay." Mrs. Weasley said. "And help me clean this kitchen while you're at it."

Neville sighed.

"Have some soup, dear." Mrs. Weasley said kindly, "You can tell me everything."

And so unknowing, Neville told Mrs. Weasley everything.

Ginny looked around. She was standing next to a river of some sort. "Harry? Ron? Hermione? Luna?"

No response. Ginny was about to walk away when she thought she heard a manly (or girly) scream. She rushed towards it...

Ron shouted out as his head went under again, barely half a second after he saw a flash of red.

Ginny rushed back towards the river, but saw nothing. That's odd. Hmm...

She was heading back when she heard another scream, that sounded oddly like, "WherethehellamI?"

Rushing back...

Ron struggled to tread water, but his clothes were weighing him down. He barely had time to shout out a question before he saw another flash of red and his head went underwater again. Are those flashes my life? Am I seeing my life flash before my eyes as I plummet towards my death? MERLIN, HELP ME!!!

"Whoever is screaming needs to shut up. Like I know where you are." Ginny muttered, then she gasped. "Was that Ron?" She wondered.

With a great effort Ron's head emerged again and he saw Ginny staring at him on dry land, "GIN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He yelled, and then he lost control and his body flew over the waterfall...

"RON!" Ginny screamed, pulling out her wand. Strange. All the spells she knew had deserted her, except for Stupefy, which wouldn't be of much help in this type of situation anyways. "RON!"

Ron saw Ginny. Heard her screaming for him, but he could get back, no nonononono----

He saw the rocks. Heard the rush of water...

And then everything disappeared.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked through his teeth.

"What?"

"Tell me we're not dying in seven days."

"We're not." Malfoy replied. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"We're dying in seven minutes." Malfoy finished. "Enjoy." He said as the gang of tall beautiful people suddenly had a hundred arrows pointing at their heads.

The other hundred were pointed at their bodies...

"Now you tell me?" Harry hissed, "Give me back my wand!"

"Finders, keepers, Potter. But you owe me one." Malfoy said as he handed Harry's wand back to his archenemy.

"I don't owe you anything!" Harry said with his eye fixed on the arrows.

"What was that?" Asked one of the people.

Harry gulped. Loudly.

.o.o.o.o.

...first entry...

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 00:48:54 GMT

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