Premeditated Misconduct

For that drabble-meme:

For tsukiguujin, who wanted her OT3:
(Fullmetal Alchemist; Al/Ed/Roy; fluff, WAFF)

( Set As A Seal Upon The Heart )

For anoyo, who wanted some Goku/Gojyo lovin':
(Saiyuki; Goku/Gojyo; humor)

( Last Time )


And for dreadnot, who requested something themed "Sleepless":
(Hellsing; Walter-centric; drama, angstish)

( Haunted )

There we are! I hope this was something like what you were looking for. ^_^

This is for dreadnot who requested something in the vein of "The Second Time".
My brain spat this out (ok, this, and that really bad pun in the last sentence).

( Deja vu )

I'm going to anyway though.

Wow, it turned autumn in like, three days! I love it! (Although, I'd have liked a little more transition between 60 degree nights and 20 degree nights; that's a little bit too much, too fast.)

I'm feeling exhasperated with my life again. This grocery store crap is not my slice of the pie. I really wish I could find something more fulfilling.

On a completely unrelated note-- heh, heh...heheheh... --I felt crafty last night and started my first project (despite the fact that I have never used a pattern or a sewing machine before). My Anderson plushie has arms, gloves (yep, with the writing), and eyes. He is definately being made with more enthusiasm and love than skill, but that's OK.
Tom thinks I've taken a short dive off a long platform.
Oh, and if anyone has any suggestions on how in the hell to do plushie stubble, please feel free to share, 'cause I'm stumped.

Damn, I want to write more, but I need to catch my freakin' bus.

Oh, and I got my first paper back. The writing on it is just as completely illegible as Michele Small's. Grr... I can only make out two-thirds of each comment.

Had today off and had to run around like crazy, and still didn't get everything done the way I really wanted to.

I had to run down to uptown to Scout's (of Manitiou Mischief Rattery) to pick up three new girls, got lost on the way there, had to wait for my bus, decided to pick up a bus card while I was waiting, trying to figure out how I'm going to time everything right to drop off the rats and go up to the seminary to talk to the financial aid person and visit the internet. Decided not to drop off the rats, and here I sit 'cause the financial aid lady wasn't in-- or course. I'd really like to have been able to pick up and deposit my paycheck today, but that will have to wait until tomorrow; and I'd really like to be able to hit the downtown library, but I probably shouldn't for time reasons (if I'm going the library, I don't want to feel pressured into hurrying through).

My three new ratties are in a box next to the computer, and I think I'm going to name them Hitotsu, Futatsu, and Mittsu. :) I give my pets such fancy names in Japanese, ne?



So Angela knows, but just to reiterate for the crowds...
When I went to talk to Judith about how to work a budget and stay on top of my finances, she insisted (for about forty-five minutes, until I caved) on giving me the money to pay back Northland. (Now I have to pay back Judith instead, but that's OK, 'cause she's not holding my diploma and transcripts over my head.)
And the more I think about Northland, the angrier I get.
Jenny's pay-gap and sexist treatment at work; Judith finally leaving because she was being sat on and discriminated against; the continual construction that violated EPA noise pollution standards; the pesticides on the lawns; the financial aid office that treats its students like imbiciles...etc, etc, etc. And I have a diploma from there that means nothing, and is barely worth the paper it's printed on. Hells, besides the 1,500 directly to Northland, I have another 30,000 in loans that I hope will be deferred before I have to start paying on them.
Yeah, it's tempting to go in there and raise some hell.



And now journalling I did earlier this week:

( Contemplating the divinity within )
( Random factiods I learned )

Contemplating the storyline of my not-quite sketched out pseudo comic Blessed Be (temporary name). You know, the one with the assassin werewolf Gabriel(le) Kobayashi who is the special secret agent of the Dragon, the ex-priest Antichrist Lucas (name derived from the same root word as "Lucifer"...how's that for cool attention to detail?), the nature demigod that likes to evangelize on streetcorners, and the retired angel Ophelia that runs a magick and fortune-telling shop. I think much of the plot depends on several random ideas that Jenny, Angela, and I have tossed around... for example, I'm pretty such I'm gonna make Christ a vampire, and that God is the bad-guy who just got to write history in His favor. I'll possibly even follow that Persian story of Lucifer loving God so much that he refused to serve mankind. I need to figure out what the Dragon and the Beast are and what they are doing; same with the horsemen (maybe I'll take a page out of my capstone on that one though...I am fairly lazy). I also need to really reread Revelations again and see how much I want to steal-- I mean, borrow.

MMMmmm... I need to start writing my wonderful, spiffy AionxSheda smut, which will be weird beyond most human comprehension. (Hey wait! I'm writing non-yaoi smut! I didn't think I was capable of such a thing.)
And I need to drive out the wicked temptation to attempt to write AlucardxAnderson smut... I blame that one on too much damned Stuart Davis music, which contains lyrics about God and sex and how "even the Devil is God." *smacks self*
Mayhap I will distract myself by writing EnvyxEd smut instead. There's just not enough of that in the world.

...

Whoa. I'm being more perverse than normal. What happened in my head?
*shrugs*
YAY FANFICTION!

Eh... I have to get working on my Human Conflict homework. Maybe this will teach me how to work with my mother without wanting to throttle her.

( Jenny-chan... *grin* )

"I think there are some people wondering where Father Anderson hides all those bayonets. Anderson is actually fourth dimensional, so there." ~Kohta Hiraino

o.O

Jenny was right!
Hammer space... literally!

*blink, blink*

Does that make Anderson un-human? (Er... more so than just being a regenerator does?)

( BWAHAHAHA! )