A Safe Space for Moogles

I ARE DONE.

*turns stereo up and dances around in underwear*

I swear this last couple of weeks I've become a misanthrope.

( Just bleeding out some aggression before I explode. )

Basically, aside from a certain group of people (all of whom are on my flist), all who approach the moogledragon are at risk of getting torched. *grumbles* *huffs smoke* *retreats to cave and curls up in a scalyglowering moogledragonheap*

I just want this to be over, dammit. I don't mind the work, I just hate everything that goes with it. Why can't I just stay in my cave and make pretty things without having to deal with people?

Kingdom Hearts/Beast Wars, gen, no real point except for Cute.

( The dark portal opened... )

One more project.*










*And fixing up a few other things, but don't ruin my moment here.

And I even got my parents a card for their anniversary. :D ...of course, I ran into them on the way to the bookstore, so it's not as if I could play it off like I'd had it for weeks. Dammit. ;P Anyway, I wrote in the card that I'd take them out to breakfast one day, so there you have it. Instant present, no guilt. ;)

Also, I may be insane. But it's for a good cause! :D

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I shall go collapse.

Dear Flash, my computer's OS, and anything else in the entire world that might be considering acting up,

I am graduating in a week. I do not have time for your shit. I swear to any gods/devils/avatars/forces that might be listening that if I get another crash, I will go stark raving mad. And possibly beat the hell out of this damn machine with a baseball bat.

Love and kisses,
Pepper

(Also, my parents' anniversary is today. Guess who doesn't have anything for them. :D... oh my god i can't take much more of this.)

Limp by Fiona Apple has a piano bit during the verses that sounds a lot like the unsettling music you hear when you're in the Shinra Tower. Just five notes, minor key (I think).

That's all. Carry on.

Today in therapy my psychologist took me through some simple meditation.

I'd done stuff like it before, during Renfest rehearsals specifically, but it was mostly visualization techniques and anyway that's a place I don't want to go back to right now. This was very basic: focusing on the breath. It's... surprisingly difficult. It doesn't feel natural to me to focus on how I'm breathing, because I keep wanting to try to breathe deeper, slower, more in the belly, and trying to force your breath to do that kind of hurts after a while. My psychologist said that's normal, and that I'd get better with practice, which was encouraging.

While doing this, I also started noticing how tense my body was in places. My legs, then my arms where I had my elbows on the armrests - like I was straining to hold myself up even though the chair had a back. I managed to relax them with some effort - not, I admit, the point of the exercise, but it felt like the thing to do - and toward the end of the meditation, I actually felt something. Like om. That's the best I can explain it. I know it sounds weird, but I wasn't even looking for it, it just came to me.

...This is going to be an interesting journey.

In other news, my parents have officially bought a house. It's in northern Virginia, I don't remember exactly where, but it's close enough to Washington to make little difference. (I would've preferred Maryland, given my druthers, but it's their house.) I've seen pictures of it. It's very nice, quite huge (vacuuming is going to be a pain in the butt), and the backyard has an honest-to-goodness koi pond. With actual koi in it. :O

There's also two guests rooms which Mom is making noises about putting me in, and a finished basement with a projector screen. It all sounds lovely, but... I dunno how much I'm going to enjoy it. I'll be too focused on finally moving out of my parents.

Lastly, a memething from (lj)lighttomoyo:

( I'm afraid of 19 out of 72 common fears. )

So I've been very firmly Not Allowed to angst about all the fic I should be writing until after I graduate, but I had some time and thinkyness left to spare today so I decided to sit down and do this one. And I'm alarmed at how quickly it poured out - maybe I've gotten to used to my OT4. XD

...Post about real-world stuff coming up, I promise. I just wanted to get this out there first.

Title: Three Scenes from a Mental Hospital
Wordcount: 1028
Content Warning: Sex, violence and other silliness. Galvatron/Rodimus, implied Galvatron/Cyclonus. Definitely NSFW.
Author's Notes: With her permission, a continuation of The 10th Sex by lookingforsigns.

( The mighty leader... )

The last steps of my journey to graduation seem to involve a mess of corporate bullshit. I have to write a 'marketing statement' and pimp myself out to a panel next week. I'm not fluent in marketing speak and I don't want to be. If I ever am, I'd appreciate you all shooting me.

*glares at requirements again*

...I may be violently ill. -_-

Well, I stayed at school until nearly six today to do it, but my portfolio - is - DONE. *collapses* I just have to put various things in folders and it'll be ready to hand in. And my professors have okayed everything so I know it'll at least pass. You have no idea how much of a weight off my back this is, people. I still have a couple hurdles to get over, but this was The Big One, the one that has been sucking up most of my time for the past month and a half or so. I am so freaking relieved.

...I meant to do some drabbles tonight but my brain has hit its limit for the day. -_- *collapses in nearest lap and snoozes*

- During in-class critique, concerning a video game interface I had designed:
Classmate: The buttons are very... touchable.
Me: *.....................*
Classmate: ...sorry.

- I got complimented on my shoes the other day. From a complete stranger. That always takes me by surprise.

- 'Nother dream: I had to rescue an old friend of mine from Alabama from a capricious faerie who'd turned her into a small fluffy dog, via faerie-style trickery/manners/wordplay. I had gotten in very close with the faerie, and was just running away with my dog-shaped friend when I woke up. *baps alarm with pillow*

- Saw Kung Fu Panda today. I include this in the 'strange and odd' category because it is a Jack Black movie, and everything Jack Black touches turns to WTF. ( Spoilers herein. )

- Lastly, I don't mean to bring anybody's hopes up since it's all still two weeks and a metric buttload of work away, but, um... I actually think I might graduate. I mean, I think I've started to let myself believe it. ...Okay, look, I wasn't going to do this graduation ceremony, right? My high school graduation was a complete load of horseshit. The highlight was when I stuck my tongue out at the camera right as Dad was taking a picture. But today someone from The Office called because I haven't gotten back to them about buying a cap and gown, and when Mom told me this I pictured it and pictured my name on the announcement and something... just snapped into focus for me, I guess. I've worked my ass off for this, I thought, why shouldn't I stand up there with everyone else? Why shouldn't I be proud? And that's when I started to believe. Despite myself, I started to believe.

My latest interesting dream: ( behind here. )

*thinks* I'd really like to do another porn_battle prompt tonight. Last time I did two, and I've done two this round so far, so I'd like to do at least one more by the time it closes... but it doesn't close 'til Wednesday, and I have FFXII calling my name. Hmm.

This was supposed to be a little longer, but I got tired of dawdling.

Title: On Broken Wings
Rating: PG, gen for now, though I make no promises as to later chapters
Word Count: 4378
Previous Chapter: Prologue

( He didn't know what he was doing here. )

I don't know how this happened, okay? I live on a base, for heaven's sake. It's supposed to be safe here. One minute I was enjoying my evening constitutional, the next some rancid asshole's taking a chunk out of my arm. It's a damn good thing he didn't have any legs, or I wouldn't be posting this at all.

The irony is, if I'd stayed home and taken a nap like I'd wanted to, this never would've happened.

Everything I'm reading online tells me I've got about eight hours, so here's my plan: I'm going to upload all my unfinished stories in the hope that someday, after the crisis, someone will pick them up and finish them (I'm putting a lot of hope in you, blogosphere! You better still be here after the world ends!), then I'm going to load my Zen with thrash metal and run out and kick some zombie ass. Dad's got a sword in his den; I can use that until I find something better. I'm going to take as many of them with me as I can.

My life may have left something to be desired, but I swear that my death will be one for the record books.

(And yes, I'll do the responsible thing before the virus takes me. I don't particularly want to die, but being a zombie appeals even less.)

See you on the other side, folks...

Yep, I was right. Steaming pile of horseshit.

Well, I got my portfolio finished today. All cut out, glued, assembled, mounted and everything. All that's left is to turn it in.

I fully expect to be told that it's a giant steaming pile of horseshit, but considering a week ago I was certain I wouldn't be able to get to this point, I consider it a job well done. In any case, I'll still have about three weeks to work on whatever needs fixing. And tomorrow I can use my lab time to work on all the stuff I've been slacking on in order to get this done.

Who knows? I might actually not crash and burn.

EDIT: You'd think I'd be sick of Making Stuff right now.



...I'm going to hell for this, aren't I?

I just beat Kingdom Hearts II! *boomshakaboomshakaboomshaka*

It seems to be becoming a tradition - I stay up waaaaay too late to beat games on nights where I have to get up early. XD

Also, I need the opening/ending songs. Homigod. *flail*

Also, will probably be drawing a self-insert at some point, just because I really do adore this world. *sigh*

16 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

But...

95 As a 1930s husband, I am Very Superior Take the test!

This explains so much. XD

Also, 'Boots? I've been playing the Lion King section of Kingdom Hearts II and now I have lions on the brain again... XD

From wrongly_amused:

Comment with a sentence from one of my fanfictions. Without looking, I have to try and guess which fic of mine the sentence is from. If I fail, the challenger wins a drabble request. Post this in your own journal and let me challenge you!

Also, a bit of Fluffiroth, because he's been making cow eyes at me. ( In which Seph has been told that he has chocobo pox. )

EDIT: I caught part of a documentary on the evolution of sex in humans, and at the end credits it showed (of course, how else do you end these things) a sperm fertilizing an egg. "Thus begins a nine-month-long odyssey that ends in a miracle..." said the narrator. ...And then we cut to How It's Made, which basically takes you inside factories. AT FIRST I WAS LIEK o_O - AND THEN I LOL'D. Oh, Discovery Channel. I swear you do these ironic juxtapositions on purpose.