We were writing sonnets in school. The Petrarchan ones didn't go so well. The teacher said that they were usually about love. So, I wrote one about love, and gave my very honest opinion.

I do not wish for raindrops on roses,
Nor do I wish for pure-sugar lyrics
So pointless and blatantly satiric.
I do not want a voice which opposes.
I do not want a ring that proposes.
Why do I not want verses so Pyrrhic?
To not float beyond all stratospheric?
I’d rather face what’s under our noses.
You call it love, but I’ll stick to my words
Of non-fairytales, and soft, nuanced verbs;
Remove from me, all your clichéd feelings!
Not for the lovesick and strung-out lovebirds;
Not for emotion which breaks and perturbs!
Spare me your banal and irksome dealings!

Mr. Glasspell thought I was being 'cryptic' and wrote on my page that my future husband will probably have a difficult time pleasing me. I don't think he liked my sonnet very much, even though I did get 95%. >8D

I am not a stereotype, I am a human being with a name. I am not a cliche or something you can label, I am an individual with an opinion and a mind. I am not a doll that you can dress up on a whim and shove into any role you want.

I am not "the acting girl." I am not the "English geek." I am not the "writing girl" that you look to for an idea, a synonym, or a three-syllable adjective because your brain lacks the capacity to conjure one yourself. Maybe if you'd actually look past all of your stupidity for a moment, you'd see that I am actually not okay with you just assuming that I'll agree with whatever you say or do whatever you ask of me. I am not an idiot; I can see you're just manipulating me, trying to make me into your puppet. Well, manipulation can work two ways, and a puppet's strings can always tangle.

Just open your eyes for once and pay attention. Maybe then, you'd catch the hints I keep throwing so obviously in front of you. Since when was everyone so stupid? I'm not even trying to be subtle anymore, because you still don't see it no matter how completely evident it is. I hate this. And believe me, that's nothing small. It takes a lot to make me hate something.

TL;DR I'm not your puppet. Deal with it.

So I joined NaNoWriMo on a whim. Joined on the day it started.

...I think I'm losing it, and I'm not even finished the first week.

My characters are devouring my soul. The words don't even make sense anymore. My math homework is collecting dust. I am laughing at nothing in particular.

...How that's different from what I'm usually like, I don't know.

Is this slightly Remembrance-day like? I think it's called Veterans Day over in America.

I have to write a Shakespearean sonnet for English. The topic is remembrance. I know I screwed up the 10-syllable thing in the second line, but you know. ~ARTISTIC LEEWAY~

Butterflies whisper on a broken breeze,
Rustling wings of scarlet, bathed in crimson dreams.
Will we remember this cold black disease?
Can we recall all your blood-tortured screams?
War is a grim and dark occupation;
How long can we remain in denial?
Filled with the shrieks of stale expectation,
When will we break past sordid Belial?
Love is a dream that knows not suppression
And war is a nightmare, only knows hate.
Hold for my country, pain and succession;
Kill for the peace of a rust-coated fate.
A history still remembered today,
Lives crushed and lost, gunshots clearing the way.

 GLEE.
CAN YOU GET ANY MORE EPIC?
namely, Kurt. DID YOU SEE THAT TAMBOURINE? HOT DAMN
KURT IS SERIOUSLY THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER.

except for maybe Break. Can Kurt literally disappear into a cupboard? NO I DON'T THINK SO.
But it would be epic if he could
omg omg omg you guys
what would you think of Break x Kurt?

 Bloodstained souls on your frail fingertips,
Moon obscured in your naive-blackened bliss,
And it all looks grim from here,
Darling, it all looks aspirate-and-asphyxiate from here.
Inhale softly
And drink from the cup
Of bitterness, envy,
Eye sockets empty, virgin heart corrupt.
Soothe a silken siren in a bloodbath
Of scarlet,
Trembling through touch-frozen hands.

Burn all the evidence
Before it burns you,
Don't let them see you're
Afraid.
Bones will burn in the flames
And ashes will drown in the rain.

A tall, dark stranger with a handsome smile;
"Won't you stay for a while?"
Daylight will break soon,
And so will you.
Darkness is fading away,
Oh, please, won't you stay?

A tall, dark stranger with a golden eye,
Enchanting me with your goodbye.
Night is dissolving
Into poison-tipped tongues;
Ashes and blood-blackened lungs.

 

VERY SERIOUS BUSINESS

Sorry, guys. It's that time of month, if you know what I mean, so my moods are fluctuating like a mother cow on Easter morning. (What that has to do with anything, I don't even...)

That is all, really.


(Today I found out that I will have to participate in the annual school musical next semester. That sucks. It's always one of those things that you can laugh about once it's done, but when you're actually participating, it's like LIVING HELL.)

I want to rant, but there's nothing to rant about,
I want to scream, but have nothing to scream.
I want to cry, but cannot find the tears.
I want to write, but cannot find the words.

I want to stop being a failure, but it's all I've ever known.

Don't read this. Seriously. It's one of the strangest ideas I've had. It's here for Sarah, and Sarah only. O___o



( graviora manent )

 

 I would totally ship C.C. and Lloyd. 
THEY NEED FANART.

 OMG YOU GUYS
I FINISHED AXIS POWERS HETALIA ALL IN ONE DAY. LIKE, A DAY AGO.
I want mooooorreeeee. 

It's just so goddamn addicting, isn't it?

Title: Fin.
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Angst/Introspection
Word Count: 1,861
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji anime
Characters: Ciel, Sebastian, mentions of other characters
Summary: It’s such a strange way to end things, he notes bitterly, and yet... There’s no sense that he’s losing anything.
Warnings: Major spoilers for the end. Second fanfiction ever... So I'm still learning kthx.

( Fin )

RARAR Photoshop will be the death of me one of these days. It took me at least 100 years just to create this:

And it's still not exactly how I want it.

Anyways. Have a meme.

( because apparently I have nothing better to do. )

My reaction when I realize that pretty much every fucking character in ANYTHING that is awesome dies in the end:

 a) I'm looking for more. Tell me about any fandom you're into that you enjoy, whether it be anime, manga, live action TV shows, movies, I don't care. I need something to take my mind off the fact that I'm going back to school in a week. 

b) I just started watching Nabari No Ou. To be completely honest, my first reaction was: SDFKL THAT LOOKS LIKE CIEL. Cue spazzing. Next reaction: OMG THAT LOOKS LIKE SEBASTIAN. Cue MORE spazzing. However, Miharu-kun has proved to be different from Ciel in some ways, and epic in the differences. I definitely adore him. And don't get me started on cute kicked-puppy Yoite.

That's about it. I felt like I needed to say something... My mind is whirring at 100 miles an hour, and I'm supposed to be sleeping. Shit. I have to start getting up at 6 again... My grades are not going to survive if my sleeping patterns don't smarten up.

I make icons, on occasion. And I have been on an icon-making rampage recently, simply because I could. If you do look at them, feel free to use any you fancy, credit is nice but not necessary. Just don't claim them as your own.

In this particular batch, I have:

• 35 Code Geass
• 7 Kuroshitsuji

Yes, I have become accustomed to making slightly different versions of the same icon, as you see with the Spinzaku ones. Sorry if that bothers you, but people don't always like one or two things about a single icon, I've found, and by doing this, it makes more people happy. =D

( erm... )

Your result for The LONG Scientific Personality Test...

INFP - the Healer

You scored 36% I to E, 21% N to S, 48% F to T, and 63% J to P!

Take The LONG Scientific Personality Test at HelloQuizzy

It's strangely accurate. :/