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Oct. 3rd, 2013




(For the most part. All personal entries will be friends-only, while other things may be public. We'll see.)

Oct. 18th, 2011

oscar ; serious

Nonfiction Snippet: Middle School

Another assignment for Creative Nonfic. This time it's a memory from adolescence.

Middle School

I was sitting the school cafeteria with my classmates, waiting for the bell to ring so I could scurry off to band class. Everyone was talking, but I wasn’t really paying attention. They were probably talking about celebrities or reality TV or some other nonsense. Whatever it was, it didn’t concern me. Then someone asked me if I’d watched last night’s episode of Degrassi. Sorry, I said, but I don’t like that show. Someone else, a girl one grade below me, asked why. He voice was chock full of frantic disbelief. I told her I didn’t like the drama. I thought it was shallow. But life is drama, she insisted as she slammed her open palms down on the table, and if you can’t handle drama you can’t handle life!

That afternoon I went home and flipped the TV to Cartoon Network’s Toonami block. Yu Yu Hakusho was on first, and I watched in eager anticipation as my favorite heroes took down demon after demon, protecting a world that was far more interesting than my own. During a commercial my thoughts drifted back to the events at the lunch table. I rolled my eyes. When the show came back on it sucked me straight into the action, banishing the girl’s drama to the farthest corners of my mind.

And my classmates wondered why I preferred anime.

Nonfiction Snippet: Sick

I wrote this for my Creative Nonfiction course, based on events that occurred this past summer.


It’s 5 am and I’m coughing up blood.

Meg and Katie are asleep on either side of me. Allie and Andy are snuggling in the other bed. Suitcases litter the floor. Costumes are overflowing onto the carpet. It’s 5 am in a Baltimore hotel room and I’m coughing up blood.

It’s only a little bit, just specks on a tissue. Besides, I’ve been hacking up a lung for nearly a week. It sucks, but it hasn’t gotten any worse. I’m going to be fine. I should just go back to sleep. It’s not smart to walk around an Anime convention when you’re sleep deprived. I close my eyes and try to settle back in, but it’s 5 am and I’m coughing up blood.

I should tell someone. I need to go to a doctor. But it’s 5 am in Baltimore during Otakon. I’ve been saving all summer for this trip. I haven’t seen Allie since we came here last year. I can’t ruin Meg’s first big convention. But I’m scared. My chest is tight and tears are welling up in my eyes. I sit up in bed and look at Allie. Then I look at her boyfriend. They look so cute together. I can’t bear to wake either of them up. I swallow nervously (it hurts!) and turn to Meg. Gently, I shake her shoulder. I hope she’s awake and can hear when I whisper her name.

It’s 5:30 am and Meg is sitting with me in a shuttle on the way to Johns Hopkins. I’m going to be okay. It doesn’t matter that I’m coughing up blood. Meg is with me and I’m going to the hospital. I’m going to be okay.

Oct. 3rd, 2011

Zoicite fail

Not Dead Yet

Only mostly dead, if you'll forgive me for referencing one of the most quoted movies in existence. I'm still alive and up to the same things as usual. I'm doing a lot more writing this semester, so I'll probably be posting a lot of that in here. Expect a fun mix of short fiction and personal essays. And pictures of my hand-made Loli outfits. Can't forget those.

Peace out,

Jun. 19th, 2010


On Cosplay

So I completed my first 100% hand-made cosplay today. It's Ken Ichijouji, from Digimon. Everything save the wig I have yet to acquire was made from scratch by me. This includes:

- 1 Leafmon Plush Doll
- 1 Dark Digivice (molded from sculpey)
- 1 Pair Gray Pants
- 1 Gray High Collared Jacket

I am quite proud of myself. Pictures will probably be posted later, once I find out which drawer my camera got stuffed in. Also, as I was putting away my supplies, I realized I've managed to scrounge up quite a few costumes. I don't consider myself a prolific cosplayer in any respect, but I was surprised by the amount I at least have partially complete. I have:

- Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney - needs a new wig)
- Kurapika (Hunter x Hunter)
- Near (Death Note)
- Mello (Death Note)
- Mana (Malice Mizer, Garnet Music Video - needs a wig and gloves)
- Maraich (Patalliro - needs a pair of shorts)
- Lithuania (Hetalia)
- Christmas Poland (Hetalia - needs a wig)
- Ken (Digimon - needs a wig)

Also, though I don't necessarily consider them cosplay items, Lolita fashion is costume-y enough that I think I can include them with the rest of my convention wear:

- 1 Green plaid skirt and belt set
- 1 Red and black lace-pattern dress
- 1 Strawberry print dress

Of course this isn't counting my ever-growing collection of random costuming assets. I'm kinda proud of how much my collection has grown since I started cosplaying. I can't wait to add more to it!

Oh, and costumes that are definitely coming to Otakon with me are Ken, Liet, and Mello. :3

Jun. 13th, 2010


On Friendship

Prompt: How do you view online relationships?
Notes: This is was written for a thread on a forum I frequent, so references to said forum are made. It shouldn't confuse anyone, but I figured I'd include a disclaimer just in case.


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Jun. 6th, 2010

dice ; glitter

On Fiction

So I'd like to consider myself a writer. The one problem with this is that I haven't written anything substantial that was also nonacademic in quite a while. It's been over two years, I believe, since I attempted any sort of prolonged storytelling. It's not that I don't have anything to write about. The stories are still there in my mind, lining up as the wait to be told. The problem is the words. I'll be all set to get my ideas down- my laptop is on, word processor open, and winamp is streaming one of my many character-inspired playlists. My fingers will hit the keyboard, ready to type away... and the words don't come. The scene is there in my head, clear as day. I could reach out and grab it if I wanted, and yet I can't fin the language to desrcibe it. It's like there's a short circuit in the wiring between my brain and my fingers. I hate it. There's nothing I want more than to share my stories with those who will listen, but I can't do that if I'm not producing anything. It's not just fiction that seems to get gobbed up, either. I even have trouble getting journal posts done. I want to write about something worthwhile, but usually the most I can manage is a few short rants when I'm feeling particularly emotional.

This didn't happen to me in high school. I may not have been the best writer, but at least I was putting words to paper. Junior year was the best time for me. I didn't actually get a story complete, but I was role playing all the time. This wasn't just casual, either- my posts averaged three to four long paragraphs of meaningful description and dialogue. I even had a fair amount of people I played with praise me for this; they loved the fact that I could pop out such detailed responses to our games. I miss those days. If only I had the logs from back then... maybe then I'd pick up something of what I seem to have lost.

May. 28th, 2010


A Rant

Dear [_____] High School Student Body,

Grow up. Our school feeds you with a silver spoon and all you can do is moan, groan, and complain. You don't deserve to be there. You are all damn lucky to have a school that really cares about you, you know. If any of you went to school anywhere else you'd get your asses beaten into the floor and then handed back to you in a gift-wrapped box with a tag that says "We don't need you here." The real world is gonna chew you up and spit you back out after you graduate, and your parents won't be there to lick your wounds. Of course, this is assuming you graduate, which is looking less and less likely for some of you. Oh well. Karma's a bitch, kids, and yours is going to hit you HARD.

I hope I never have to see you again, you embarrassments.

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May. 25th, 2010


Crossroads: An IC Reflection

Wow. Hey look guys, I produced some writing that isn't academic. How many months has it been since I did that? Not since I've had this journal, that's for sure.

Anyways, this will have no relevance to anyone not involved in the D&D game I participated in this past semester. Even then, I'm sure people who were involved aren't really interested. Ah well. I still wrote it. Here goes~

Title: Crossroads
Summary: After fleeing the final battle with the villain's daughter in tow, my character tries to make sense of what his life has become and where it is headed. Expect no real plot, only the somewhat incoherent ramblings of one really confused, stressed out elf.


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May. 20th, 2010



I will be there! SOON! I'm sad to leave my friends behind, but at least finals are over. Friend drama is at a minimum, too, so all is well. Let us raise our glasses to a lucrative, stress-free summer!8D

Oh wait. I have to get a job and my driver's license. Good luck with that. *sigh*


Hey look. The journal is somewhat public now. So my friends from school can keep tabs on me. Ultra-personal things will still be locked, though.

And now to catch up on lost sleep. See you all when I'm lucid again.

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