Wednesday, November 30, 2005  

I doubt you're reading this. You never could remember my website's address. *weak smile*

I never said it. Well, never to your face. Which is horrible because I'm the way I am now because of you. That's how much you've impacted my life. It used to be that not a day went by that I thought of you, how you would act in my situation, and I would try to act accordingly. You laid the guidelines for my change. The foundations for my ethics today. I do my best now to act in a way that would make you proud of me.

I remember your threat, still. I haven't joined the police force.

I no longer get hysterical a potentially dangerous situation arises -- like when a dvd or vhs gets jammed.

I don't try to force anime and games on people that have no interest in it.

I'm still planning to dedicate my first book to you, not Quincy.

And I still have no idea why you wanted to know my shirt size.

But, I'm sorry, 'nee-san.

   [ posted by Kristin @ 9:37 PM ] [ ]

Second Addendum

I think I'm burnt out on Wow.

Again.

Gale may be 49 for a while... *sighs*

   [ posted by Kristin @ 7:31 PM ] [ ]

Oh, Addendum:

I've also recently revived Jesse. Since I think I'm the only one that remembers who Jesse is, I'm not entirely sure why I'm mentioning it. *grins*

I guess I'm just happy to be back in the pen and paper RPG scene. WoW's cool and all but... I like having more freedom over what my character does. And acts. And kills.

And Lord knows I missed having lavender-colored text when I type.

Ooo... now I wanna run a game again. A super-hero game...

Maybe I'll take some time and finish writing up my Second Adolescence universe and see if people wanna play in it.

   [ posted by Kristin @ 7:19 PM ] [ ]

Now Playing: Well, let's see... My iPod stopped on... I don't know. *shrugs*

I'm not a morning person.

This should surprise no one.

And yet it does. Because it surprises me.

Every day for the past two and a half weeks, I've diligently awoken at a eye blistering 5:30am CST. This may mean nothing to you people, but when your body naturally doesn't get sleepy until 3am, going to bed early and getting up after what feels like, to you, has only been two hours can be sorta tiring.

And yet I do it. Every morning. My corpse rouses itself, stumbles into the shower, and I emerge roughly half an hour later dressed, clean, and competent. I don't doze off on the train. I don't sleep on my lunch break. I don't pass out when I get home. Physically, I'm dead to the world.

Mentally, once I open my eyes and become self-aware again, my brain kickstarts like a ferret on meth AND crack. It's irritating, really.

So, no matter how much I feel like crap when I go to bed, I'll continue to wake up with a brain whirling ten thousand miles a minute and a body going two miles an eon.

*stretches*

Well, in other news, Galerunner is now 49. 11 more levels until she becomes my second 60 and I finally start the raiding scene in earnest. I'm not too worried about the usual Hunter overpopulating that usually occurs, as Galerunner is fun enough (and I'm competent enough) to make myself well-known to the higher (read: more "leet") raider guilds. Between Mabri (Galbedir), Raab, Raeth, Morgrah, Ashala, Jannice, and Noram, I should find groups relatively easily. I'm actually looking forward to it.

Helluva lot more than I look forward to raiding with Lia, at any rate. Man, I despise tanking...

I miss Tophar Grace on That 70's Show.

And, wow... Robin Williams is getting old...

Well, in other news, for the past two and a half weeks, I've been working more consistently on "Force of Nature" (tentative title for my new Sailor Moon giant-fic) than ever before. This story will answer a lot of questions that I might've created with "Life's Lessons." (Namely, where's Mamoru. *grins*) Maybe I'll post the prologue when I get it done. It starts with Chibi-Usa. *waggles eyebrows and grins*

This is gonna be a long, strange trip, kiddies. A long... strange... trip...

   [ posted by Kristin @ 7:14 PM ] [ ]

They considered each other, hunter and hunted.

For long moments, neither moved, poised on the edge of eternity. The swirling mists of the forest surrounded them, obscuring all sight save theirs.

She spoke first. "You know you cannot defeat me."

Her opponent said nothing.

"Your efforts are futile; surrender now before you are killed."

In the distance, the faint and steady whump-whump of a helicopter. The piercing beam of a searchlight appeared like a glimmer through the fog. They were searching.

She pointed towards that distant spar of light. "Look. Even now they hunt for you, as you have hunted for me. They will catch you and they will destroy you.  They will be merciless!"

Finally, finally... her opponent spoke. "Then I suppose we shall simply have to end this." The soft hissing rustle of wings, pure black feathers glossy in the luminescent fog. The mist stirred in the currents of those wings.

She stepped back, startled. "You cannot... you must not..."

Two points of emerald fire burned as her opponent stepped forward.

"You were supposed to be my savior!" She screamed.

"This is not a fairy tale," Aya Brea said as she advanced on her sister, dark wings spread behind her. "And I am not your prince." She stretched out a hand and called fire.

Maya Brea shrieked as her body burst into flames.

Drawn to the screams of the dying, the helicopters converged like a flock of vultures. Bright lights illuminated the charred patch of ground; the single drifting feather, black as midnight.

Unseen and unfelt, Aya hovered above them, her gaze turned to the distant glow of the City of Angels.

It was time to return home.

***

I just had an idea for a new Parasite Eve fanfic. *grin*

   [ posted by Kristin @ 6:31 PM ] [ ]