Music Be Not Nobody Vanessa Carlton
Mood blasé
Word of the day goldmember
Quote of the Day "The Prophet told me to plant a garden."
"I love gooooooold!" Yeah baby! No, I haven't seen it yet. But tomorrow. Tomorrow! *Sigh, giggle, swoon, faint*.
I also figured out my Austin Powers Girl name. Anita Goodlay. Yeah baby. I'm sure I have already written it into this pathetic excuse for a journal, but gosh I love that name.
And we get to go shopping! Well, not really. We're going to the mall so my sister can hand in applications since her business is closing after she was only hired two weeks ago. Which sucks. Stupid casinos.
"I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black."
But anyway, we still get to go out tomorrow, and see Goldmember and go to the mall. And even better, I don't have to wake up at the godforsaken hour of 5:30 a.m. And it's sad because I'll have to sporadically wake up before 5:00 a.m. during some parts of the coming school year. *Wince*.
I need to write more of my fic. But the femme nazi one keeps plaguing me to continue. Or just post it already. I'm not sure which. Somehow I want to continue it, but also it's fine as it is. Then I think it's better to leave it alone for a while.
Then there are those rude reviewers. The ones that have absolutely no good criticisms at all and just babble on about crap that I didn't care to know about, and stupid stuff like how they dislike boy!Blaise or other crap like that. Eep. I'm bitter. Well, I've always been bitter. I'm a bitter, bitter girl *simmer simmer*.
Went to optometrist today. My right eye has degraded further while my left eye has stayed the same. Doesn't matter anyway, my left eye's the dominant one. Got new frames anyway. Hardly any fit my big, big head. Got these cool square-ish ones by Nautica that look really nerdy chic.
Need to call Adam and tell him he's an ungrateful best friend that deserves a smack down on his punk ass first day of school. He's going down.
In other news, I want to play lacrosse, if only for the cool kilts.
Next time The me of me.
entry 62 July 27, 2002 6:13 p.m.
Music Zero 7
Mood blasé
Word of the day yawn
Quote of the Day "I love goooooold!"
Went shopping today and could not help myself from buying something. *Smack* bad, bad Tegan. It's okay though, I got a cool new CD by Zero 7 and a really great HTML book that I loff and have yet to start reading. *Smack* bad, bad Tegan.
Am itching to go on vacation if only to get out of this house. Argh! Am bored out of my imbecilic little mind.
I haven't posted on FictionAlley in days. *Sob.* In other news, I'm halfway through chapter three easily and think it shall be quite long with all the little things I plan to put into it. I do worry about the thing a lot though. And fear I might have to add on another chapter before the first just to deal with that pesky Voldemort situation. Well, how was I to know I could actually devise a half-way decent plot in a sequel, but end up having to tie up loose plot gaps from the original. Exactly.
I need a job. And so does my sister. Except she'll likely get hired while I won't. Well, I suppose to get hired you would have to fill out applications. And I just don't have time for that. And I really don't have time for a job, now that I think of it. Sure during the summer. But this school year will leave me barren and with hardly much free time, during which I shall fill it with much-needed Tegan-time. Ergo, on the computer wasting away from teenage years. Oh well, I suppose college has to be good for something other than actually learning stuff.
In other news, I hate Curt and his vindictive, posh college-Freshman lifestyle that shouldn't be possible. The fates are too kind to him. And he gets to go to college while I'm stuck wasting away two more years in high school. Somebody save me please! *Sob.*
Sister is becoming extremely annoying. Trying not to dwell on it or I shall have Very Bad Thoughts, and go to the Very Bad Place when I die and I won't be able to make fun of the stupid cherubs if I do that. Breathe in, breathe out, go read a book on Buddhism and further degrade yourself into submission. ...Oh damn.
In other news, Red Robin has really cute bus boys. *Squeal!*
Next time Whining.
entry 63 July 28, 2002 11:50 a.m.
Music Simple Things Zero 7
Mood needy/miffed
Word of the day yawn
Quote of the Day null
I want a domain name too! *Whine, sniffle.*
4:39 p.m.
Stupid, stupid internet! Slow, and can't do this, "server cannot be found," "404 not found," etc, etc argh! etc.
And I am much disappointed and saddened at not being able to access christiancoulson.com. *Sniff.* It disheartens me so. He's my new crush you see. Ah! Lovely voice, lovely cheekbones. Lovely boy. And Cambridge graduate. Make me Mum proud.
Anyway. Finished chapter three. Am not happy with last scene. OR much of the rest of the chapter in between dialogue. Dialogue is my strength and long, wispy description is my very weakness. Am a "talking" writer not a "description" writer.
Coming along well enough with my handy, dandy new HTML book. Coming along well enough with Latin. Coming along well enough in anything I suppose. Except I have yet to really start studying for the SATs and ACTs for all I tried. Whatever.
Witchblade has been really boring lately. Hardly worth staying up late for. It's late for me dammit!
I like GIlmore Girls for all the witty dialogue.
I want my won avatar. *Whine, sniffle.*
Realize hardly anything I ever write in my blog makes sense to anyone but me. Haha! My secret plan unveiled. It's really all just code for my secret plans to take over the world... that aren't so secret anymore *smack*. Ow.
6:29 p.m.
Wrote about another two pages of my femme nazi fanfic. Want to make it long and angsty so people can get pissy about the values I express in it, leave hateful flames in my forum, and further degrade my self-worth while I'm secretly laughing at their ignorance and stupidity, pitying their meaningless existence when they end up with a deadbeat husband and eleven children, living in a trailer park, and the aforementioned stupid husband wears a dirty, almost yellow (originally white) wife-beater all the time drinking beer, watching the game, and all the children are hoodlums stealing tires from cars, and starting desert brush fires, while she's constantly pregnant, cooking, and yelling, when she's not finishing off the last winecooler and smoking three packs a day.
*Deep breath.* And general she-woman man-hating. I'm going to start a club like that. Oh wait, there already is one. It's called feminists.... (Sarcasm duly noted I hope).
Okay, I feel better now.
Next time Baby heads in jars.
entry 64 July 29, 2002 12:47 p.m.
Music Simple Things Zero 7
Mood quirky
Word of the day wish
Quote of the Day null
WISH LIST I want....
A kilt. - A boyfriend. - A kilt-wearing boyfriend. - Whip cream. - Unmentionable things with whip cream and boyfriend. - Chocolate-covered boyfriend. - Perfect grades. - Acceptance. - To be brilliant. - Nice hair. - Daniel Radcliffe (*Squeal!*). - Matt Damon (*Wistful sigh*). - Tom Welling (*Rowr!*). - A less-annoying older sister. - Parents that don't think I'm eight years old anymore. - A good shag. - A job. - Endless artistic/poetic/writing talent. - A boy that dates me in a committed relationship and buys me stuff. - To be worshipped and adored. - My own moon colony. - To by-pass the rest of high school and go straight to college. - Cupcakes with mondo-frosting. - To go to a good university. - My own domain. - My own sex/love slave. - My own shaggable stable boy. - My own shaggable aerobics instructor. - To rule the world *maniacal laughter*. - A New VW Beetle. - To lose weight. - Lots and lots of interesting books. - A hot-pink room. - Matching furniture. - A New York loft. - To write the next great fantasy novel. - A life. - All the CDs and DVDs I could ever desire. - Hot-pink flip-flops. - A new wardrobe. - To be spanked like a naughty, naughty girl.
Next time Neediness.
entry 65 July 30, 2002 10:24 a.m.
Music Simple Things Zero 7
Mood droopy
Word of the day sleep
Quote of the Day null
As of right now I've only eaten a banana and a brownie this whole day. Not particularly intentional, but without a ready supply of spaghetti-o's in the house, I starve, even after the fun romp to the grocery store yesterday to buy bagel bites.
Had an aggravated time trying to nap this morning, which kept getting interrupted by one after the other, after the other, phone calls of my intentionally loud phone from God Knows Who (and my Caller ID). Wanted to cause havoc upon the world for such an offense. Then mother came in to wake me up and tell me the handy man was coming to appraise. She said a half-hour. And then he was already here when I rolled out of bed at what seemed only minutes later. Time becomes skewed in any of my half-asleep dazes.
Finally got started on my Hermione website. It's actually a lot easier to write the bio than I thought it would be. The "Friends, Enemies, & Tricky Love Interests" will be marginally harder. Other sections fairly easy. And finally, I need to track down a respectable artist and ask to use their work on my page. Then go look up some codes for a particular feature I want.
In other news, am happy at finding the perfect hosting company for a domain. Just need to convince my parents to buy it for me. Oh the horror, the great injustice of it all!
Struck by a great plot bunny last night. Feel that I should finish my fic soon for fear I will abandon it for another. That's always a problem. When I start writing heavily and thinking up plots, I can't seem to stop.
Cannot decide upon what my domain name should be. Am torn in my choices.
Have narrowed it down to:
notyourgirl.org
notyetbrilliant.com/.org/.us
arrogant.us
disempoweredyouth.com
justanothergirl.com
And some others. I don't have my notebook handily ready to figure it out.
Next time Meatloaf surprise soup (or really just a coagulated mush of something).
entry 66 August 3, 2002 10:36 a.m.
Music Ultra Chilled 02
Mood blasé
Word of the day Mancrush
Quote of the Day "My brother has a mancrush on you."
I've ditched my current fanfic in favor of another one. Ditched like a cheap whore! Ahem. Or really, I don't want to expend as much energy right now as it will take for me to be happy with it, so I'll save it for a rainy day when I have an overabundance of ambition and energy.
And holy crap am I beta-ing for a whole lot of people. Or, editor to all those that don't know WTF a beta it.
Hal, the computer I use mainly, has gone crazy and can hardly multi-task, or anything else for that matter these days, and often freezes/crashes an average of five times a day. Sigh. So I have to use E, or other computer, more often and it has the small monitor and no FrontPage. But I can get a substantial amount of writing done one it.
And I hate, hate HATE when people look over my shoulder when I'm writing or drawing to be nosy and peek into what it is I am doing. Annoys me GREATLY and further encourages paranoid tendencies.
I really want to take a nap, but I slept in today so I really shouldn't be having such an urge. Instead, I should be finishing the first chapter of my new story and finding a suitable beta. Argh.
One more lesson of Latin and I shall be free from these chains to which I am bound by no will of my own. Accursed language! I would kill Latin if it wasn't already dead.
Mother has gone totally militaristic on my facial care and is buying copious amounts of products for me to try. Am much scared. Somebody save me.
Next time Computer drama (argh!).
entry 67 August 5, 2002 10:43 a.m.
Music Ultra Chilled 02
Mood blasé
Word of the day crush
Quote of the Day null
Great plot bunny has been squashed under the heel of my pseudo-beta (not official I mean). Makes me want to bang my head upon something jagged and hard for having written a nine-page first chapter. I'm determined to make it work. I am. Argh, maybe not.
I keep saying "argh" and am starting to sound like a pirate. Or a zombie. Argh.
Next Tuesday I'm off to NoCal for vacation. Whee! Am much much happy.
No so happy that I only have two weeks left of summer vacation. But actually, it's sad to be saying it, but I am happy to go back to school. If only to wreak havoc upon the masses and show-off my nifty pink & gray backpack. *Giggle*.
I also get to paint my room in October. Yay!
I don't feel much like talking right now I guess. Or really, I have nothing to talk about. Same difference.
Next time Whining.
entry 68 August 8, 2002 10:48 a.m.
Music Illusion Soulstice
Mood lethargic
Word of the day crush
Quote of the Day null
I just woke up with the weirdest dream about fighting geishas who live in the mondo-sweet flat in the mountains and their basement den thing has all these posters of fighting video games while ht rest of the house is Western with Asian influences. Then I had to kick the crap out of somebody. Well, I didn't get to that part yet, but I'm so freaking sure I've had that dream before it's weird.
Also woke up in the largest pile of my own drool I can ever remember. Was very, very nasty.
Think I am getting sick. Damn my sister and her commie viral infections. My throat hurts a bit and I have this feeling of a great big lump in my chest while I can hardly do anything but lay in bed or at the computer today.
So, I started a completely different fic I'm much more confident in mostly because I haven't encountered any plot holes and I didn't have a beta to crush it beneath the heel of their dominatrix stiletto heel shoe. Oh, whee, I just found out how to spell "stiletto."
In exactly two months, I turn seventeen. Quite the scary realization. And it's hardly even today that my friend Tracy is turning sixteen. I'm scared I am growing up.
And on these antibiotic pills for my acne while keeping with the smelly cream and the return of the benzoyl peroxide wash. Then mother still seems hell-bent on having her own way and makes me use her things as well, and with the addition of the antibiotics, has decided to start making me drinking this shake and take another pill to help keep my "system in balance."
Argh. If I overdose on anything and die, it's all your fault. All you fault. All of you. Just thought you might like to know. Maybe I should create a will. Adam gets my Daft Punk CD so don't even try and ask for it.
The stupid people at UNLV want you to go to a stupid orientation to be able to receive a Web Design certificate. I hate UNLV. I hate UNR. I hate this stupid state and it's stupid education system.
All right, maybe that pill is doing weird things to my "system." Eep.
Next time Whining.
entry 69 (w00t!) August 9, 2002 6:28 p.m.
Music Be Not Nobody Vanessa Carlton
Mood lethargic
Word of the day crush
Quote of the Day null
Chapter two of my current fic and already 39 reviews. Blimey! I've never gotten this much feedback before it's a bit over-whelming, and makes my head swell incredibly with all the praise. Why yes, I do write quite humorous. It's the only alternative to really boring, and really crappily written angst. A lot of writers say it's so hard to write humor when for me it's so freaking hard to write angst. I'm just a sun-shiny person I suppose.
But then, I get reviews like this:
WOW! Your story got me all “excited”! It’s pretty well written! You should definitely write MORE cuz I’m insatiable w/ “naughty” Draco/Herm stories! Please make the sex scenes really “graphic” but then you’ll have to turn this into an NC-17 instead! (please do!) I’m dying w/ anticipation for the sex stuff! Doing it in the library or some other public place would be fun cuz it’s forbidden, don’t you think? Gives it an “exhibitionism” theme! How about Draco secretly “fingering” her under the table? Yeah I know I’m SICK but I just enjoy “perverted” scenes of this couple! I should stop...I’m getting carried away!
And I'm not exactly sure if that feedback is a good-thing. I mean, I'm sure the person meant well, but really, that's just a bit freaking scary. The story's hardly even that sexual. Horny teenager I suppose. And I kept getting mental images of Dr. Evil doing quotation marks with his fingers when I read it. I'm still considering tracking down this person's true identity just to see if they're under-age, and if they are, contact their parents.
On a side note "pretty well written"? Pretty well?! Argh! ...Ahem.
And really, I know teenagers are horribly hormonal (being one myself) but I truly doubt someone as morally strong as Hermione would go for that sort of thing easily. Then again, I don't have any experience in that area and perhaps your hormones just run away with you sometimes.
And I must say I really hate netspeak. Just take the little extra effort to find the keys on the key board and press them. Really, indulge your inner-child that seems intent on pressing buttons to vehemently and write out the whole word properly.
Went and saw Signs today and got scared shitless. Well worth the $5.50. Then went and ate at Red Robin, gorged myself upon a bacon burger and fries with ranch and generally felt like crap afterwards. That was worth it too.
Really, I can't wait for school to start. If only to get it over with and relieve this aching boredom I can't seem to get rid of.
Oh yes, and to anyone that reads this thing, Kim has this mondo-secret job opportunity she won't tell anyone about because she's afraid we're going to steal it. Pft. I don't even have time for a job. And I have the sneaking suspicion she's becoming a secret CIA operative. Sigh, I knew that bid for world domination would be found out eventually.
And she went away to Mormon camp and made crafts. She's like Martha Stewart except without the crappy personality and the impending lawsuit for obstruction of justice. Whee, I sound smart. I watch the news.
In other news, I have to pee about every hour since I've been drinking close to 48 oz of fluids a day. Holy crap.
Next time Whining.
entry 70 August 10, 2002 6:35 p.m.
Music beautifulGarbage Garbage
Mood sick
Word of the day crush
Quote of the Day "What are you doing?" "Talking to my keys." "Your keys can't talk back. So if you're looking for a committed relationship I wouldn't look to them."
I feel like crap.
Woozy, dizzy head, pounding headache, sore throat, stomach ache, and that damned lethargy. Loff me for I am tired, hungry, sick and I want my Mommy *sniff*.
In other news, two more days till vacation. Sweet, sweet vacation.
Cannot decide if I want to write or draw right now. Both involve very important projects I really want to spend time on. *Sigh* am torn in my decisions.
In also other news, I bought this mondo-cool book today that's an anthology of mythology and folk tales with female heros (because heroine denotes a woman of lesser status than the always important male hero - gag me). I also wanted this other female-centric dictionary of mythology, folk lore and general superstitions. And another about the Goddess in different forms within societies and cultures.
Then mother made fun of me because I refuse to learn how to paint from a book. Crap man I already know how to paint. I'm having a hard enough time disciplining myself to learn HTML from a book.
Okay, I think I'll stop now.
Next time This new fangled "journal" thing.