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I promise to try to be more interesting from here on in

10 years ago I...
1. Was 10
2. Was probably either reading Watership Down or The Silver Brumby series.
3. Looked a little bit like a goose.

5 years ago I...
1. can't remember if I was living in the same place, but probably not
2. Was in high-school, being unpopular
3. Tried to draw Angel a lot.

3 years ago I...
1. Was doing Year 12
2. Was reading Brave New World
3. Played dungeons and dragons, as well as a variety of other nerdly persuits.

1 year ago I...
1. Wasn't really doing much
2. Joined Deviantart
3. Was in a good relationship and not working as hard at Uni as she should haev been.

So far this year I...
1. Have been on holidays
2. Have done very little
3. Am still in a good relationship.

Yesterday I...
1. Ate out
2. Finished a Picture
3. Slept later then I should have

Today I...
1. Bought foldrs for Uni
2. Went to Uni
3. Spent a ridiculous ammount of time online

Tomorrow I will...
1. Go to Uni
2. Print out notes for Uni
3. Go to my Thursday game (complete with major stress out beforehand)


I'm starting to seriously suspect I get panic attacks. I think I'm having one right now - or just had one, I should say. I dont' want to jump to any conclusions, since I don't always feel 'panicked' to my definition - mostly I feel afraid or embarrased. But the overall effect is the same. Still, they are minor and as yet are only a minor interfearance.

And I'm done.

Dalton: "Hey! Those were MY demons!"

Marshal: "If you want them back, we can always loft their bodies back up to you. Some assembly may be required however."

~ Jerm

- posted by Washi @ 9:52 pm 0 comments

 
Into the Boom
Mah groove! Where's mah groove! Ahve lost mah groooove!!

Okay, done now. It's all hot here, and Uni has started up again. Still can't make an assesment on how this semester will be, although I'm going with 'exhausting' right now. There are ants everywhere. EVERYWHERE! it's horrific. They're all over the computer desk, lapping at the glass marks. And methinks this bag of trash needs to be changed - I'll do that later though. Otherwise there will be no bag, and the rubish will pile up even further. I have a brother incapable of taking things back inside with him.

On the bright side, he tkes the focus off of me. Today was the first time in a while Mm's suggested I get a part time job, and she even put in the extension - over the holidays - that puts it in the rather distant future.

Which reminds me, I forgot to give the material to Ri-chan. Dude, remind me I'm supposed to do that.

Too hot to stay out here... okay, back in I go.
- posted by Washi @ 6:44 pm 0 comments

 
All Naked and Pink
[Basics]
{Name: Washi
{Height...of your calf: From ankle to knee, I'd guess about a foot.
{Weight...of your pet: Dont't have one here to weigh, and my boyfriend migh protest me posting his weight.
{Hair color: currently copper blonde, normally mousy brown.
{Eye color in one word that is NOT a color: nuclear storm
{Any siblings: Ya.

[Favorite]
{Mythical animal: Kitsune, Lion dogs, Dragons, Demons, Angels, Yadda...
{Television ad: The Bugga dog is still a fan favorite.
{Brand of crackers: That very long name that has the wafer crackers in the yellow and black box.
{Field trip you've ever been on: Melba's Chocolate Factory. Like almost every other school kids ^^
{Random Emblem: Piping Shrike. That's our state's emblem.
{Fabric: Microfiber. Failing that, cotton elastine.
{Wildflower: I like lots of them. Snapping dragons are nice.
{Jelly Bean Flavor: bubblegum. Or Watermellon.
{Album cover: Dark Side Of The Moon. That prism is iconic now.

[Do..]
you like wool stockings?: itchy -_-
mystery books frighten you?: Mystery, no. Horror, yes.

[Which one]
{Moon or sun: Moon is prettier, 'cause you can look at it directly.
{Stars or none: Stars, duh.
{Clear or cloudy: Cloudy. I love overcast skies.
{Moose or elk: Dunno... Moose are funny, but Elk are cool. Elk I guess.
{Tornado or flood: Flood. You get some amusing pictures out of a flood.
{Pen or pencil: Both.
{Bloodthirsty wolfhounds or cute little white kittens: Wolfhounds.
{Tentacles or extra hands: I'd prefer a tail, but I gues I could go a few extra hands.
{Death by bottomless pit or fire: Bottomless pit = dying of starvation. So fire would be better.

[Best..]
{Prank phone call you've ever made: Can't remember.
{meal in the world: The one I had last night was pretty sweet. But pobably the gnocci at Fasta.
{drawing you've ever done: Not sure. There are some I really like... Probably my Cheetah on the Field picture.
{magazine article you've ever read: It was looking at this type of artifical sweetner. It sounded interesting, sort of sweet and bitter all at once.

[Last...]
{item you've sewed together: I hemmed my pants, eventually. Before that, Ouka costume.
{dejavu you've experienced: Don't remember. About a week ago, I think.
{dream you've had involving a toilet: My dreams rarely involve aa toilet.
{incredibly scary piece of lingerie you've worn: It was light blue and felt like a mosquito net.
{time you did air guitar: Prolly about a month ago.
{thing you blew up: A rock, ages ago.
{time you wished you were somewhere far, far away: Last week. I often wish that.
- posted by Washi @ 9:49 am 0 comments

 
You spin me, baby.
Feel better at this very moment. But you know how it is, it's up and down right now. tHere's a lot of it going around.

I feel very stupid. Humble apologies. Of course, there will be no deletes. This is a life chronicle, I don't want to delete any posts.

That is all. Love you.
- posted by Washi @ 1:31 am 0 comments

 
It's 5am.
I suppose I should go to bed. But it's 5am. I'm only fucking up my sleep pattern more. And more then that, I dont' want to go to bed. For some very silly, strange reasons that I would like to think will seem less valid tomorrow, but more then likely will seem just as valid and make me feel even more messed up then I do right now. Although mostly I think it's me being purely malicious. I feel very much like I need to hurt someone now. And I'll regret it later, I know that, because I don't LIKE hurting people. I feel guilty. But I feel really, really malicious at this moment, and I just can't face the bed. Something inside me is stopping me from going there. I'd sleep down here, but I'd be woken up again in a few hours. I could sleep upstairs somewhere else, but again - I know it's just me being malicious. I shouldnt' sleep anywhere else. I just can't go up there right now, for the supremely stupid reason of he's already been there for an hour. So I'm gonna sit here and procrastinate.

I can't stand to be touched at the moment. My jumper is too much contact. I'd take it off, but I'd be cold.

I drew today. Nothing I was meant to draw really - mostly just crap. Lots and lots of crap. I drew something I didn't mind, but it had to be scrapped because it was horifically inacurate. That didn't make me feel good - actually munted me up pretty badly, because the next thing I tried didn't work in the slightest. So it will have to be scrapped, and I guess I'll try again. Except knowing me each subsequent attempt will get progressively worse and in turn mess me up just that little bit more. My sense of worth is far too closely tied in with my ability to draw - when I feel I've lost one, I've lost the other. Simple. Which is stupid, because it's not as though I'm some awesome artist. I'm not hopeless, but I sure as hell ain't great. But then I'm a kinda stupid gal, no?

I am worthy because I have something to offer.

Lovely. The flickering lights of the computer chases away tiredness. A little.

-_- What the hell is wrong with me? I'm terrified at the thought of going upstairs and sleeping in that bed. No, terrified isn't the right word... but I can't face it. I'm getting stressed out for such a fucking stupid reason! Maybe it's just too late. I've been awake too long, and I've been emotional and stressed all day. I'm not sure how I should be at the moment. Except I didn't get up untill 1 this morning anyway, so I've only been up for a total of 15 hours. That's hardly anything - it's not even the 16 hours awake we're supposed to have in that joke of an 8 hour day. So it's not that I've ben up too long. I wish I had tallons. That's a constant dream of mine - I'd love claws.

I need to break something.
Look, that's enough. There's just gonna be piles and piles of the same mixed in. only with increasing numbers of swearwords. Shit!Damn!Fuck!Crap!Ho. Yo mamma sleeps with fishes, and yo fadda be teachin Chopper to tango. Or somesuch.

Please note: not bitching for the sake of it. I'm clarifying my thoughts. It's supposed to be good for you. Why the fuck are YOU reading this anyway? Can we say pages and pages of whining?

Well, that killed half an hour.
- posted by Washi @ 3:57 am 0 comments

 
But it isn't Raining.
The day was bright and clear, bitten by cold winds that swept along the streets. They got caught in a tight circle and moved past Tokyo, picking at her clothing in an appropriately dramatic manner before moving past her to her companion, Kyoto. She stood tense but unthreatening, expecting some sort of trouble and unwilling to be the one to cause it.

“You have become foolish in your age, Kyoto. To show yourself here at this time.” Tokyo said loudly across the space between them. “Your honor is gone, you have no place here.”

“This is my home as much as it is yours, Tokyo.” Kyoto replied tensely, not taking her eyes from the woman who stood challenging her. “It is my right to return to it.”

“You lost that right when you deserted us and your code!” Tokyo spat back. “You were once first among us. But now… Now you are an honorless, homeless paid killer. Your penalty for your crime is death.”

With those words spoken, Tokyo drew her sword. “And I will exact that punishment. This is the sword of Tokyo. Its kiss is addictive, and those who survive long to again feel its edge.”

“If that is as you will have it, then there is no choice.” Kyoto sighed and drew her own sword. “This is the sword of Kyoto, the sword of my home. It’s final blow strips not life, but anger and vengeance. And so with this sword, I will force you to let me pass and pay my respects.” Her voice rose to a yell at the last.

“You will not pass me!” Tokyo bit back and launched into her attack. Her blade came down across Kyoto’s chest, but was hastily deflected. Kyoto countered by lunging forwards while her enemy’s blade had been knocked aside, but Tokyo recovered enough to sidestep and bring her own blade down into the fluidly erected defense of Kyoto. Their swords met with a dull ‘clunk’.

“Once, we were sisters.” Kyoto said in the momentary still. “Why can we not put aside this animosity for now? I come here only as another mourner.”

With a hiss, Tokyo flung her back. “Because, you are no longer welcome here.” She replied with malice, again stepping into another attack. For a while, Kyoto was left on the defensive, just barely managing to avoid being struck by Tokyo’s onslaught. Once she was hit, she new the desire for more would take her, and that would be the end. It would not end here. And then, at last – a mistake! Tokyo had over extended herself trying to knock her blade aside. Taking advantage of this chance, Kyoto bought her sword down onto Tokyo’s back.

Tokyo stumbled forwards a step before falling to her knees. The blow should have killed her, but no mark marred her back.

“Have I earned the right to pass?” Kyoto asked. Tokyo sat up and looked back over her shoulder.

Then, she smiled.

“Very well. For today then, you are not the deserter. For today, you are one of us. Our sister returned to farewell another.” She responded, rising to her feet.

* * *

Rain tucked its sword back into its belt and reached out for To’s hand. The occasional passer-by hand stopped to watch the fight, but most people walked on.

“Then shall we go together, Tokyo?” Rain asked. To looked at the offered hand for a moment.

“No. Not today, Kyoto. I cannot yet bend that much.” To replied, getting up unassisted. “I will not stop you. But I cannot accompany you. Besides, I was supposed to be home five minute ago, and I have to pick up some stuff for dinner on my way back.” She tucked the wooden sword into her backpack and swung it up onto her shoulders, stumbling slightly under the weight.

“Jesus To, what have you got in there?” Rain asked, poking the stuffed backpack.

“Motor parts, textbooks, videos… the usual stuff.” To replied with a grin. “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, okay? I have a new video I think you’ll like.”

“Cool, I’ll warn my brother to be out of the house.” Rain replied with a grin. It picked up it’s own bag and hooked it over its shoulder. “See you then.”
Waving, both turned and walked their separate ways.

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Okay, thankyou for tolerating that. I just got the urge to write something short. Enjoy.
- posted by Washi @ 1:43 pm 0 comments

 
Them's marryin' demons.
Okay, can't paste all of the mem-gen. Pisses me off.

Long story short, I got Tanuki for Washi + earth. I got Kitsune for WashiPuppy + wind. I think the first is more accurate.

Go here to play yourself: http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074655709

- posted by Washi @ 2:52 pm 0 comments