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Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

November 16, 2013 Saturday My brain has exploded for the day. But on the bright side, I GOT AN 88 ON MY ORGANIC CHEM TEST! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Cough But um...yeah...I usually am very good about posting on the weekends but my mind is all fuzzy. I can't get down -good- writing that I'm proud of. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. But still...though my muse is away, I wish to write -something-. The following bit isn't particularly clear or concise but, well, I love to write, even if it's just a mess. ----- Today is apparently my ex-fiance's birthday. She called me to ask if I wanted to come out with her and her wife earlier. We're weird people, I know. I know most ex's don't talk to eachother, hell, probably -shouldn't- talk to eachother, but somehow, we make it work. Don't get me wrong, there was a time where I did want to strangle her, to yell at her, to push her down the stairs and pretend it was an accident. But I didn't, I got over it, and somehow I survived heartbreak. We broke up when I was...hmmm...22 I think. I was a senior in college, it was a week before finals, and she just broke up with me. Poof! Gone! 4 years of dating 2 years of engagement just up in flames. When we broke up yanno what I did? I prayed to God for him to just kill me since it hurt so bad. I thought my life was over. And you know what God did? Sent an entire fucking herd of deer into my car while I was speeding down the highway. Not just one deer. THE WHOLE DAMN HERD! And since I love life so much, I swerved and missed all of them, since they surely would have really fucked up my tiny lil Honda Civic. God has a sick sense of humor. Do I truly believe in God? Eh...sometimes... I don't like the idea of an afterlife, but I like the idea that there is something bigger than us. So I guess I'm not particularly religious but I suppose I am spiritual... Geeze, I lost my train of though, where was I... Oh yeah, today is my ex's birthday. No, I'm not going to hang out with her like she asked. I'm going to sit here, and vegetate. Maybe play some League of Legends. And today I have no muse. But I wanted to write...so I just sorta wrote that lil snippet up there. Ever get one of those days where you really want to just get something down on paper but your brain is just...not there? You have all this energy and this will...but the muse is not there, and so you are stuck feeling restless. That is what I am right now, restless.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

ITS THE HOLIDAYS! IM BUSY! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! On a brighter note...I might buy myself a sweet new laptop . We'll see.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

So I call my girlfriend every night, and the last couple of times we've visited we've talked about incorporating a strap-on into the bedroom. We're kinda vanilla. We don't use toys which I'm ecstatic for, since the Bzzzzzz... of a vibrator makes me feel inefficient. Stupid battery powered demons!!, and we don't do anything fetishy like bondage or discipline which I also enjoy...because I'm too stubborn to use a safeword and end up getting hurt, and tying people up is very energy consuming for me. So yeah...we're vanilla. Or to borrow a phrase from her, our sex life is like a 'turkey sandwich' because I guess she loves turkey sandwiches, they're not complicated, and she can eat it them all the time. XD So um, yeah. It's Black Friday weekend, everyone's got their sales going on. Even those crazy adult toy stores. And because I am a poor college student I was like SWEET! Cheap things! So, here's how your vagina works When you aren't aroused, the vagina is about 3-4inches deep. What does that mean?!?!?! Well it means the distance from the entrance of your vagina to your cervix is about 3-4 inches. But when you are aroused, the vaginal canal elongates. Coolies huh?! So that 3-4 inches ---- to like...6-9 inches I think? So anyways, yeah. She's been like YEAH! Let's strap on. And then sometimes she's like NO! No strap on... And I'm usually screaming COME ON! I'm like, throwing my virginity at you. You could pretend to be a little more excited. Yeah, I talk about my virginity like it's a football. And this further proves that as much of a doof as I am online an in RPs, I'm pretty much -exactly- the same person in real life XD. Well...minus the crazy sexual experiences... I have a couple ones...but they're much more tame than the ones I write about. And this post is not done because I hafta go...so...yeah...gonna go do homework. Maybe I'll come back later and finish this lil snippet and do some posting.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

Dec 1 - Jan 1 REALLY SLOW POSTING! So yeah, it's that time of year where I'm trying to pass my classes . Finals is rapidly approaching and I will be dead!!! So! Happy Holidays to everyone! And Good luck on Finals to all the other college students!
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

Hooollllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Busy!!! ...definitely going to be still horribly slow with posting. ---- December 10, 2013 Yesterday, I crashed my car! It was a monday and early in the morning at like 9am. I was coming home from my girlfriend's. FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! Well...I suppose sending my car into a guard rail on a slippery highway has been an even that has been a long time coming. I drive a Honda Civic, really not the best car if you're driving on snowy roads. Couple that with a fear of SUVs coming to eat my face and, well, 2 inches of snowplow mush that you hit while trying to hug the line before the shoulder and avoid Mr. SUV apparently will just go on and pull your car right off the road and straight into a guard rail! Woo! I'm fine, I was by myself, no passengers. It was...totally something else though. I've never hit something before. I remember my last thought being 'This is going to be really fucking expensive.' Then the car went sideways, hit the right side of the front end, went perpendicular with the guard rail and dragged for a little bit, then spun right around. It smelled like metal being ground with a grinder... Windshield was all spiderwebbed. And the passenger side airbag went off. It was a very ugly sort of pale salmon color. I guess this is what insurance is for stupid fucking accidents you wish never had happened because you loved your first car . I like to fancy myself as a pretty good winter driver. I've been going through really bad snowstorms with that car for 7 years now and this one just...I dunno. Gonna miss that car And this really blows since I'm a commuter student. Awesome. Just rub some salt in the wound.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

December 17, 2013 Tomorrow Wednesday, I will be taking my last two finals Organic Chemistry and Human Evolution. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Ahem...I mean...aw...shucks...I'm going to miss learning Fuck you Chemistry I hope you explode . But, anyways! I'll be running around filling posts . My muse has been all over the place, but once I get a good night's rest, I should be able to focus and write anything! Thank you to all my partners who have been so patiently waiting. I'll still be kinda spotty
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

This is how I study Step 1 If I am super tired ---- Noz If I am sorta functioning ---- Monster If I feel like being pretentious and am pretty awake ---- Tea Step 2 Twizzlers Step 3 Pick Awesome Playlist How did I Graduate the First time? Lonely Island Parry Gripp Earth Wind and Fire Beyonce Classical Music Stimulates the Brain But has no definitive long-term effects when it comes to learning...or some such nonsense. Piano Guys Bach Chopin Bizet ME3 OST ME3 OST Sometimes, Learning is Epic AudioMachine O Fortuna Blackmill Step 4 Have slight nervous break down Step 5 Eat Twizzler Step 6 Remember that I'm slightly smarter than 50 of my class, therefore I sit on the C grade on the normal curve, therefore I just need to know 60 of the material to get a B or B- Step 7 Wonder why the fuck anyone goes to a BIG research school, because they don't care about how much you learn. As long as you are smarter than the dumbest people in your class, you win. Unfortunately that means you only need to know 50 of the information to pass. Come to the conclusion that the US's school system sucks. I'm a patriot as much as the next girl. I love the United States. But for reals, our education system is garbage. Step 8 Take test, somehow pull a B out of my butt.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

January 7, 2014 Happy New Year! Well, belated Happy New Year anyways. I'm still a little slow...I've been working doubles because I'm on break from school. Working doubles sucks...it usually involves me screaming I'VE BEEN HERE FOR FOOUURRTTEEENNN HOOOUURRRSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Yeah, I fucking lose my marbles at work. But, I suppose it's better than everyone else, that just loses their temper. Working in a shipping warehouse is stressful. There's just boxes. All the time. Boxes. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

January 19, 2014 In a weird mood...it's been hard for me to write lately... --- I once had a professor tell me There are only two story lines in all of literature. One is 'a stranger came to town and this is what happened.' And the other one is 'I went on this amazing adventure, and this is what happened.' We were comparing humm...I think it was Cold Sassy Tree and The Voyage of the Narwhal. I can barely remember the story line for Cold Sassy Tree, but I do remember a young man coming into a sleepy little southern town and rattling things up. And then there's The Voyage of the Narwhal, which I remember a lot better. It's about an older scientist that goes on an expedition to the North Pole with a young adventurer. I really liked that book...it's still one of my favorites, mostly because of how the characters are portrayed. They're just so realistic...and just...-human-... They're portrayed with all their faults Now where was I... Oh yeah, the two plots in all of great literature.... I guess I've been thinking about that so much because my life is currently stuck in 'a stranger came to town and this is what happened.' Only...there's no stranger in town. And my life is still just boring. And I dunno...I'll be 27 soon, 3 more days, and I wish I had a story under my sleeve of 'I went on this amazing adventure and this is what happened.' But I don't have any cool adventures, because I'm responsible. Well...really because I'm terrified, but I like to say that I'm responsible. Adventuring is expensive and let's face it I'm broke. But that's besides the point...Let's get to the part where I'm terrified going into the great big unknown world is fucking scary. Home is safe. I'm scared of living in a place that's completely new. I'm terrified of not making it... But I know that I can always come home. No matter how badly I fuck up. So what the hell am I afraid of?
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

January 26, 2014 Posting will be very slow! Because of school, and stuff. --- Annndddd posting is mostly slow I guess because I'm a little conflicted. I told my girlfriend that I roleplay...diiiiiddddnnn'tttt go over well, not at all.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

January 30, 2014 I will be totally unable to post from Friday-probably Monday? My girlfriend is visiting, and if I write, she will stab me in the eye and probably cut off my hands. ...Well...maybe not anything -that- extreme. But she's definitely not going to be happy. --- Sometimes I wonder if my girlfriend will strangle me for roleplaying even after she yelled at me. But when she was yelling, it was mostly 'YOU DIRTY CHEATING BITCH AHHH I HATE YOU!!!' And in nowhere in her yelling did she tell me I -couldn't-... Soooooo... Yeah... In my defense, I am a very sexual person, and this is my only sexual outlet at the moment. But I also see it from her side I'm writing very intimate, highly sexual stories with strangers over the internet. Strangers that may share the same fantasies and interests that I do. My characters are roughly based on parts of me, how I see myself, or how I would like others to see me. And so she feels a little threatened that she will lose me to some pixels on the screen that get to see a slightly depraved side that I'm more than happy to hide. And yet, I keep writing. Because half the time I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't dispose of all this stupid sexual energy somehow. It's -frustrating-, beyond frustrating to crave touch and the only person that can give it to you attends a college that is 4 hours away from your own. 4 hours may same like nothing. But if you're like me and go to school in the morning, work nights, do homework, and in the spare scraps of time you have find a hobby in erotica writing, then 4 hours is a lot of time.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

Febuary 3, 2014 Back! Kinda... I have a lot of errands and homework to do. Trying to slowly churn out replies in my free time though --- I'm having RP ADD or something... It's hard for me to focus on any of them and I'm tempted to start a new one which is bad, because I already have so many. Don't get me wrong, I love my stories and my partners are fantastic. I just...I dunno. I feel like I'm missing a story that just has that -connection-. The one where I really can relate to the character. And maybe some forces that are trying to pull the two apart... Liiiikkkeee...I dunno... My favorite RP that I've done so far was Girl's Fun in the Sun . In it the two girls struggle for a loonnngggg time with their feelings for one another. But it's fun. It's not full or drama and self-loathing. Blargh...and now I have to go to class and can't finish this thought . Anatomy and Physiology is evil.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

February 12, 2014 Running some errands oil change, paperwork, groceries, job fair, blargh...hopefully I can write afterwards. This week has been a little stressful and my brain feels like soup. It's nice to break up the technical sciencey crap I do everyday with something creative like writing. Oh and I need to work on my costume for a convention...maybe I won't write and that'll be my creative outlet instead? I'm going to be Commander Shepard. Don't laugh. My old sculpture professor would be so proud . ---- Today is Job Expo day, which means today I go through the complex ritual of selling myself to a company for the sake of finding a career. Not a job, but a career. What's the difference? I have a job now I work at UPS I hate it well...'hate' is a strong word. I dislike it severely because I do the same menial labor every day. I love the stress it puts on my body and actively doing something. But I want a career, one that hopefully stimulates my mind. Annndddd one that'll hopefully make use of one of the 4 degrees I have. Seriously. Four. FOUR. Seven years of college and four degrees later, I work at a shipping company loading trailers or sorting packages. Part of it is my fault, I love the area I live in and my job gives me awesome benefits medical, dental and eyecare! You can't find jobs that give you all that stuff for 40 bucks a month anymore! So yeah, I shoot myself in the foot by not opening myself up to other locations. But not anymore! No sir! I'm going to fucking move! ...Hopefully to a state that allows gay marriage . But anyways... Where was I... You know what? I -hate- selling myself. It's not that I'm shy or unconfident I'll talk the ears off of strangers and I know I'm a hard worker, smart, adaptable, etc. It's just that I hate going through this stupid ass routine of applying make-up, shining my shoes, ironing my pants where the hell is this crease supposed to go anyways?! You know how to use bronzer? Cause I sure as hell don't. ...I -probably- should've paid closer attention to my friend when he was showing me how to use it. But I was drunk drunken lesbian make-over parties yaaayyyy. And now that I'm sober, I can't fricken remember. Something about putting it where the sun touches my face...but if I put it on it makes my neck look ridiculously light. Oh gestaltism...how I hate you. Is it weird that I choose to wear sexy feminine underwear and cologne at the same time? Maybe I have the urge to feel that sort of masculine power, then mix it around with some feminine wiles to get what I want.
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

Blargh! Posting will be non-existent this week. I have exams. ...And I'm working on my Commander Shepard costume. Studying?! O.O What's that? --- February 24, 2014 I had an art professor tell my class that the reason we work sooooooo hoorrriibbllyyyy slloooowwwwlllyyyy is because we're afraid to make decisions. We're afraid to be wrong. We're afraid to start over. We trace over the same lines. When we're supposed to be checking our marks, we'll subconsciously move our measurements back to how we sketched them out the first time, rather than how we actually see them. We spend days and days and days just tracing the same lines, afraid to make marks that are too dark because there is no going back to pure white once you smear black all over the paper. I have until Friday to get my armor ready to be painted. I also have a hailstorm of exams. I don't have time to hesitate and question my choices. I only have time to make decisions and dive in head first. Ready! Set! Go!!
Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

More exams. I don't have time for posts. But Thursday! Maybe! Hopefully! Aghh...maybe not, my girlfriend is coming this weekend... Crraaaapppp... I do want to write, truly I do. I have many wonderful partners and love the stories that I'm involved in. But as much as I enjoy this hobby, I have to do stupid school work . 3 more months, then no school D 2 more weeks and then spring break. I may be totally off BMR and dead til spring break hits. I never understood how college students manage to just go off on crazy vacations during spring break. Where the hell does all that money come from? I've never ever had a thousand dollars just hanging out somewhere that I can go 'oh yeah! I'm gonna light this money on fire via airfare, hotels, and booze'.
Thread: Twin Attraction (riverrust & xanaphia)

Jared sat in a window box and stared out into the rainy autumn day with a faraway look in his intelligent eyes. He was thinking...thinking of someone in that way so typical of the healthy male. He could envision her easily, in many scenarios, in many places, in many positions. When an exciting scene popped into his head, he turned and gazed briefly at his twin brother, who was stretched out on the couch texting someone. Jared turned back to the window feeling a sort of discomfort, and a not-so-pleasant mood crept up on him. As his thoughts returned to his musings about what he longed for - the sensual and erotic activities he would one day, so he thought, experience with this girl he was infatuated with - he drew his lip up in a bit of disgust, and exhaled a deep breath. But into his musings sneaked visions of his brother with a riding crop, or a chain, or whatever seemed apropos to his nature, and Jared grimaced. Again he glanced back at his sibling, but this time he was startled to find Jason staring back at him with a slight sneer curling up the corner of his mouth. Jared furrowed his brows. What?! he asked, irritated. You tell me, was Jasons snide reply. Jared shook his head, and got up from the window box. He began to pace the room, shaking his head occasionally, and making a tssk sound now and again. He halted suddenly and stared blankly. What the hell are we going to do, then? he asked his brother in exasperation. Are you serious about her...like I am...or is it just another opportunity for you? Jason turned back to his phone casually. Why do you care, he said, do you think she's some kind of angel? Get real, man! Jason concluded. And Jared, gritting his teeth, walked out of the living room.
Thread: Twin Attraction (riverrust & xanaphia)

Veronica, checked her phone every few minutes, disappointed when it had the same display as the last time she checked. 0 NEW MESSAGES, taunting her. She couldn't focus on her studying, organic chemistry seemed dull compared to the texts she was receiving from Jason. She wished she had gotten Jared's number too, maybe he would be more consistent in answering her texts. She almost asked Jason, but she thought she might offend, if he thought she wasn't interested in him alone. bzzz She picked it up before the message tone could even come on. 1 NEW MESSAGE it read, lifting her heart. Jason was asking her out for drinks. She replied quickly with a yes, not even a minute after receiving it. She agonized over it for a couple minutes and sent a second text, asking if Jared would be there. She received a reply, but she could tell he hadn't received the second text yet, or he was ignoring her question. The Red Door it read, and she knew where he meant. She picked out a cute blue dress, knee length and showing just a hint of cleavage. He paired it like black heels, 2, rather subtle actually. She applied some lip gloss and mascara, not trying to look like she was trying hard. She sent off one more text before tossing her phone in her purse and heading out the door.
Thread: lit+ 1x1 - mxm fxf mxf

well this is a new idea I was thinking of, I am working on a slave rp that has an interesting arc to it, but plenty of smut and lust driven action. basically a noble is rotting in a lovely passionless marriage to a very nasty woman. he is pressured by his families to produce and heir with her, but understandably doesn't want to. one night while drunk with this friends, they decide to cheer him up and take him to visit a high end slave shop. he end up falling lust with and unforgivably sexy, neko and has passionate sex with her. the next day he realizes the the answer to his dilemma... who says his wife needs to bare this heir....
Thread: lit+ 1x1 - mxm fxf mxf

how are you with men playing females? Some are okay while others are not.
Thread: Last of the Dark Elves (Me & Gavlois)

Theora was a dark elf with long white hair and skin as black as night. She was about 5'4 12 weighting 100lbs. Her eyes were pure white with no pupils and she could see well in the dark. She was a Princess, the last surviving royal of her blood line. Her family had been slaughtered by Orcs when she was a baby, for the past years she had been raised by Elrond and his whelp. Theora was just getting back from a journey when she noticed horses, elven horses and men gathered in Rivendale. She raised her eyebrow and sent her horse into a gallop. She wondered why Elrond had not told her about the company they were having, she wondered which type of elves these were, that she saw now. Once she was home she jumped form her horse pulling her helmet off she ran inside. Where is Elrond, where is everyone? she sputtered out. One of her servants came over to her trying to calm the Princess down. Lord Elrond is in a meeting right now. Please calm yourself Princess. the elf spoke to her. Theora raised her eyebrow then nodded. Forgive me, its been a long journey, I haven't seen Elrond and the other's for half a year though. she said and let the servant take her to the kitchens. She sat down on a stool, her helmet put back on her head and she ate a little snack as she waited for Elrond and who ever he had been talking to, by now Lord Elrond would know she was back.