Tales From The Recesses of my Mind

Title: Morsel
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spaceworm
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: Written for the st_xi_kink meme here.
Summary: Kirk is eaten whole and alive by a spaceworm.
Warnings: Vore (I am so going to hell)

( an inconsequential lump of rock... )

Title: In Which Kirk Is, For Once, (Almost) Blameless
Rating: PG, I guess.
Pairing: K/S sorta
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: Fuck yeah kinkmeme fic! here
Summary: After Spock inadvertently insults a new species, he and Kirk are forced to get married.
Warnings: None

( just a misunderstanding )

Title: Like A Supernova
Rating: R for themes. Also, my smut button seems to be broken.
Pairing: None... Kirk/Bones implied, sort of.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: Another for the kinkmeme (prompt here)
Summary: NuKirk sees a recording his Prime-self made and freaks out about getting old.
Warnings: Angst. Dark. Not a happy ending.

( wasn't that unsettling? )

Title: the memories scarred and the vision is blurred
Rating: R for themes. No smut (sorry)
Pairing: K/S, sort of
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: So for the last week and a half, this kinkmeme prompt has been eating my brain: HERE. The title is from the Joy Division song From Safety to Where?
Summary: The prompt was Kirk/Spock, domestic discipline and service with added Aliens Made Them Do It and lots and lots of awkwardness.
Warnings: Domestic D/s. Spanking. There’s no smut (I tried, it wasn’t working).

( you know you could make it an order )

Last year, for my second semester of my senior year of high school, I took a Multicultural Literature course. One of the books we read was Memoirs of a Geisha. One of the assignments was to rewrite a scene from the POV of a different character.

This is the scene where the perspective character catches the awesome bitchy older girl with her boyfriend. Written from the boyfriend's perspective.

Most of the dialogue is from the book. Some isn't. I don't really remember which is which, but I think the last couple lines are me and everything else isn't. (Which was part of the assignment.)

(And yes, I totally turned this in. Got full marks, too. And managed to stun the class into silence, which never happens.)

( Until your heart stops beating... )

I may as well start posting fic here, since I've managed to stop writing RPS. (Well, mostly.)

Title: Can't Use It For That
Rating: PG?
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Pairings: Kirk/Spock implied, Kirk/McCoy mentioned, McCoy/Eomer
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: On shore leave, Kirk picks a station that has a new holographic projector installed in one of its rec rooms. McCoy plans.

( He probably should have expected that Jim would pick this particular station for shore leave )

I'm betting by tomorrow all your flists shall be spammed with this.

Don't care.










I believe this has changed my life. Not sure how yet. But it has.

Holy shit.

Ooh, I was discussing this with people... at some point in the past week... my memory's a bit shot.

I'd like to be cremated--on a funeral pyre, none of that stupid funeral home oven crap, thank you--and have my ashes launched into space. Ridiculously expensive, and possibly illegal, I know, but that's what I want.

So if I ever have enough money to do it, I will. Otherwise... yeah. Probably normal funeral. Although my ghost will HUNT YOUR ASSES DOWN if I even get a WHIFF of someone in a black mourning gown and veil. Seriously, people. Neon and glitter--is that so hard?

SO I ALREADY POSTED THIS ON rahmbamarama BUT IT NEEDS TO BE HERE TOO. IT NEEDS TO BE EVERYWHERE GODDAMN.



Parts 1-6 here

(Thanks to the person who posted this on my Facebook wall!)

SERIOUSLY DON'T CARE HE'S ALMOST GONE :D :D :D :D

WHOOOOOO *DANCES*

*apologies to people's flists*

IN 12 HOURS BARACK OBAMA WILL BE OUR PRESIDENT

ALL I CAN SAY IS

HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU GUYS :D

First snow yesterday.

Which means ice today.

Me and Ice do not go well together.

I slipped on the stairs coming out of the student commons. And fell. And now my laptop screen is all cracked. The computer itself works fine; the screen is just messed up. I'm taking it into the tech place after I finish breakfast.

Fucking. Hate. Winter.

Update: Called their help desk. Am hoping "slipped on ice" is covered by warranty/insurance. Unfortunately, repairs will apparently take 5-7 business days. Can't go that long without computer. Am next to incapable of taking notes by hand.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

So, I'm done.

Sort of.

I'm probably going to go in later and give everybody last names that they are always referred to by, just to get my wordcount up, because I am so freaking sick of this story. Seriously. It's become deathly dull and mostly consists of people walking around and thinking. I threw some zombies into the story in an attempt to make something happen, but half the characters decided they couldn't be bothered and decided to run away.

Which wasn't so difficult, because they were on horses and the zombies were of the slow variety.

Ah well.

And also, because I'm mental, I've ordered a Rahm Emanuel t-shirt off the internets.

And I'm back at school. What fun.

Today, my friend insisted we see Twilight.

Now, I have a question. Why is it that people, after taking someone to see a film they really aren't into, are surprised when said person starts laughing hysterically at inappropriate moments?

Hmm.

Anyway. It wasn't actually THAT bad. The colouring was nice. It was very nice, visually. Plotwise, well... it's Twilight. And the acting wasn't too horrible. Robert Pattinson was pretty good, and I liked his portrayal of Edward.

Unfortunately, my complete enjoyment was hampered by this comic:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v409/Shirozora/political%20fanart/RahmvsEdwardCullen.jpg

in which Rahm Emanuel >>>>>>>>> Edward.

My friend didn't appreciate that one very much...

In other news, it's nearly Thanksgiving in the States. Which means having to put up with my grandparents--which is basically a horror story that's getting worse.

For one, my grandmother likes to criticise me. Me and my mother. EVERY SINGLE LITTLE THING SHE DOESN'T LIKE. She went off on a tirade about how I use the word "like" too much (I use it less than most kids my age). She recently has been bugging me about getting a boyfriend.

That one doesn't make much sense. I'm only 19, and she has a 9-year-old granddaughter, so why on earth my grandmother wants me to get married and have great-grandchildren for her is beyond me. At least my mother isn't like that--I told her I probably wasn't ever going to have kids, and if for some reason I did, I'd adopt. Her response?

"Whatever."

My grandmother also dislikes the fact that I hate dressing up. HATE IT. I feel dead uncomfortable if I'm not in jeans, and the only reason I wear heels is because I'm under five feet tall. But she seems to think I should love dressing up. It baffles me.

My friend (the one I went to see Twilight with) suggested I tell my grandmother to basically shove off. Which I can't do. I don't give a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut if she gets mad at me--but being anything but perfect would set her on my mother and start lecturing my mother about how she's a failure--and I would NEVER do that to her. Also, they're supposedly rich, but just lost half their retirement money in the stock market because my grandfather's an idiot.

This Thanksgiving is going to be a nightmare. Not only have they lost a lot of money, but they're diehard Repubs, and apparently have been unbearable since the election.

FUN TIMES.

I got home from school for Thanksgiving Friday night. Or last night. Whichever. 

Anyway, I went to go see the film Changeling with a friend from tae kwon do. And as she was getting her ticket and I was waiting for her, Albert Pujols shows up and gets tickets to the Madagascar movie.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Pujols

He's kind of a big deal around these parts.

My friend kind of mutters his name to him, he smiles at her and says hi, and I'm standing there like OMG DON'T CARE. And she obsesses about him the rest of the night. Told my dad about it and he was jealous and wondered why I didn't make a huge deal of it. (Umm, because he's a human being who deserves to see a movie with his kids in peace without getting mobbed by crazy people?)

And... I don't really care.

Maybe I just don't like sports. Or maybe the idea of meeting somebody famous has no effect on me. For the last five years, to me, the idea of going batshit over meeting someone doesn't really make sense. (Except for when I was super-jealous of the fact that the cousin of a friend from college got to meet and talk to and take pictures with Obama, but... that totally doesn't count. Course not.)

So then I thought about it. There are literally no actors who I would kill to see, who I would fangirl over. None. Means nothing.

I do have a slightly long list of politicians and journalists though. 

I wonder what that says about the state of my head?

(In other news: I tried to download a Rahm Emanuel moodtheme before remembering I have a free account and it won't let me or something. It makes me sad.)

Yay procrastination!

From ryttu3k's lj. Because the only thing else I have to do is... er... NaNo...

Demographics

Age: 19
Location: Born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri, USA. Currently about two hours from there, mid-Missouri, at university. But a ton of St. Louisans are here.

Heritage: European. Um... Off the top of my head, English, Scottish, Northern Irish, Hungarian, my dad's adoptive father came here from Sweden. I have no idea how long they've been in the US.

What do you call or how do you do the following things?

1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks.
Creek

2. What the thing you push around the grocery store is called.
Shopping cart, or just cart.

3. A metal container to carry a meal in.
Lunchbox

4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in.
Pan or Skillet, depending on the sort of pan.

5. The piece of furniture that seats three people.
Sofa

6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof.
Gutter

7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening.
Depends mostly on where it's located. I'm assuming this means it's at the front of the house, open air, with a bit of roof covering it. Then it's a porch. If it wraps around the house, it's a veranda. Or a porch if you're lazy I suppose.

8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages.
Soda, or the name of it.

9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup.
Pancake.

10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself.
Sub

11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach.
Trunks

12. Shoes worn for sports.
Sneakers or tennis shoes, depending on the style

13. Putting a room in order.
Cleaning

14. A flying insect that glows in the dark.
Firefly

15. The little insect that curls up into a ball.
Roly-poly

16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down.
See-saw

17. How do you eat your pizza?
I'm weird. I rip the crust off and eat that and then eat the rest, pointy end first.

18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff?
Garage sale, usually. Occasionally yard sale, but that's pretty rare.

19. What's the evening meal called?
Dinner

20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are?
Basement

21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places?
Drinking fountain, water fountain, or just fountain

So I'm just south of 35k, and am definitely not going to make my goal for the weekend. So what do I do?

( Procrastinate. )

/ end pointless entry.

So over the past week, since the Rally, the Election has pretty much been devouring my soul.

And now it's over. Holy crap.

( November 4, 2008, 11:00pm EST. Do you remember where you were? )

So earlier today there was an Obama rally at my school. And it was AMAZING. And I took photos.

Sort of.

See, I'm kind of a shit photographer and I was still getting used to my new digital camera. Not to mention it was at night and I was standing on the other side of the street from the rally.

But no matter. If you want to see high-quality images and video, there are plenty of news-sites. But if you want to see crappy amateur photos from someone who decided she didn't really want to stand in a massively huge long line (seriously, that thing was ASTOUNDING), this is the place.

( Here be my handiwork... )

All in all, it was an awesome night. And I'm probably going to fail my government exam tomorrow because I haven't studied, but I don't care. It was well worth it.

And apparently I was situated in the Diversity Section. There were College Boys (probably fratboys but I don't want to generalise) in front of me. To my right was the lovely and helpful Irish man. Behind me were a pair of Chinese girls who apparently have been in this country for only three years. They talked in Chinese to each other. And to my left were an "All-American" grandparent-y couple, maybe in their 60s. And then me.

Awesome.

This afternoon, my family had to put our dog down.

She had been sick for a long time, and though for a while it looked as though she was getting better, she took a turn for the worse these past couple weeks, and my family knew it was the end.

My dad will come pick me up from school in about half an hour.

Rest in peace, Lucy. We miss you.