Saturday, April 6, 2002
04:39 p.m.
My ears are all super feeling considering I had them pierced yesterday. I have had them pierced before, but I let them heal up...which isn't going to happen with this set. I like them. I can't feel them most of the time. Still, I have this dislike of things being inserted into my body...gonna be a real problem when it comes to sex.
I'm moving blog-address. Watch this space.

Sunday, March 31, 2002
09:41 p.m.
Shoi: "He has been seen giving the 'evil eye' to Hilary Clinton, but upon approaching threateningly, was apparently confused by the fact that she was, in actuality, female."
THAT WAS TOO GOOD TO LEAVE OUT! *FUCKING DIES*

Sunday, March 31, 2002
09:35 p.m.
Snicker. Shoi-chan sent me this just now.
Warning: The following conversation is extremely unpatriotic, so if you have a bee up your butt about America's prez, fuck off.

Seishichi: CHIMP-PRESIDENT!
*FUCKING DIES*
Think of the CONSPIRACIES you could DO! XD
"Yes...the president has been reported to be making 'oo-oo' noises and scratching his bum. Nothing new... However, he also stole all the bananas in the White House and insisted on trying to nitpick Mrs.Bush"
Shoi: "The First Lady, when asked for comment, said only that she is "relieved to at last be seeing some action"."
Shoi: *DIES*
Rae: "Even if it does consist of chasing down any other potential 'alpha' males and sitting on their heads until security pulls him off. So far Harrison Ford, Tony Blair, and Arnold Schwartzenegger have all been attacked -- in the case of Arnie, we had to waitn for Mr. President to find a step-ladder."
Shoi: *FUCKING KEELS OVER*
Shoi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Sunday, March 31, 2002
09:07 p.m.
Happily immersing myself in the fandom world of Tokyo Babylon, wherein lie the wonders that be Seishirou and Subaru. ^^
Easter. Chocolate. Quite a lot of chocolate. UNNATURAL AMOUNTS OF CHOCOLATE.
But it makes Rae happy, oh yes it does.
My friends are all so pretty. Emzi is all strawberry and genki and fresh looking; Lily is kitsch and stripy and banana; Imogen is elegant and refined and she's those tiny little crystallised fruits those very posh people eat. I think I'm the mould that grows on the sides.

Saturday, March 30, 2002
07:09 p.m.
My parents are both tipsy. I'm fighting a very homicidal urge to DAMAGE THEM. Nick isn't being serious, and as for my mother...
Fuck the pair of them. *scowls*
At least I get the opportunity to get some writing done.

Friday, March 29, 2002
04:13 p.m.
Em-chan, I'm as unhappy about that thing as you are - I didn't arrange it. Mom did. I got pretty snippy with her about it. Love you. Miss you. See you when you get back.
I did haul myself together, albeit belatedly, and I'm writing some DARK backstuff right now.
Can't wait till my compy arrives...BLISS. XD

Tuesday, March 26, 2002
07:33 p.m.
Rachel.
Rachel.
Rachel.
--You are going to close down all your browser windows, and settle into word. You are going to get to grips with the characters holding sway over your brain, and pull them out onto paper. You are going to work out all the finicky little details of the DARK Project. You are going to get to work.
First, however, you are going to have to eat something. Possibly from the toast genre.
But then, my dear, you are going to write. Write like fuckaroo.

Saturday, March 23, 2002
09:47 p.m.

What FFVII character are you?? Find out here!!! by !!

Fuck yeah. I'm EEEEEEVIL. And Reno is a SEKZAY BITCH-ASS. XD
Second choice was Rufus-sama, then Sephy-poo...I seem to get a high priority with the EVIL people. XD Although I sorta ruined that by then getting Cid, Tifa, Vincent (Augh!), Yuffie, Barret, Cloud, Aeris, Cait Sith, and Nanaki. BWAH!
Hear, hear, Em-san. Fights should stay out of guestbooks entirely, let alone OTHER PEOPLE'S guestbooks.
I woke up at one-thirty pm, ate some food, and went back to bed again to sleep until four. ZOMBIE RAE.
I got a reply from Finn, even though I didn't expect one. I hadn't emailed him for ages, so...*pleased*

Thursday, March 21, 2002
10:07 a.m.
I swear, if someone describes Duo's eyes as 'violet' or his face as 'heart-shaped' one more time, DEATH, DEATH WILL HAPPEN. IT WILL COME TO YOUR DOOR WITH A POLITE SMILE AND AN ID CARD, AND IT WILL SAY 'HI, I'M DEATH' RIGHT BEFORE IT BLOWS YOUR FRIGGING HEAD OFF WITH THE SHOTGUN IN ITS OTHER HAND.
Thank you.
And like Mooncalf said, 'koi' is a fish. My nose is sore from choking out whatever liquid it was I was drinking at the time, when I read 'he ran his hand down the bare body of his koi'
And like Setsuna said, 'FISH LOVE, BAYBEE'
Also, Duo is American. It is HIGHLY unlikely he would be thinking/talking in Japanese, although maybe it does happen. BUT IT PROBABLY DOESN'T.

Amazingly, I didn't actually come on here to rant - although it IS funny how many people DRAG their arguments into OTHER PEOPLE'S guestbooks and do immature things such as 'IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou, you stupid idiot/cocksucking bitch/immature brat/slut/whore/whatever term of abuse is most popular at the moment'

Tuesday, March 19, 2002
11:14 a.m.
We've moved. Go us. Hence lack of updates. That, and Rae is too gosh durn lazy to update.

Saturday, March 16, 2002
10:52 a.m.
I'm going to go for a walk outside today, once I've restored my face to some semblance of humanity. No chocolate though, because I feel...funky-assed.
Ky: Your sins are beyond the grace of God.
Sol: God? I don't want ANYTHING with him. *snorts*
KITSUNE-CHAN! Bunny-kun! *excited glomping*
Slept in SE-room. Was woken up by Em-chan pounding on the window, so she could bring me breakfast. I love that girl.

Saturday, March 16, 2002
12:59 a.m.
Rae is starting to feel slightly cold. Rae wants the fire in the stove to magically get VERY HOT. But not to burn up the room. Rae wants to be warm.
Most of all, Rae wants a box of matches. And some firelighters.
Oh, and some SolxKy and RenxHoro doujinshi would be spiffy too.
Yes, and Rae would like the snotty little brat who is TRYING to take up residence in her head to kindly bugger off, as she needs all her available headspace to fill with YAOI GOODNESS.
Matchesmatchesmatchesmatches.
Gawd dammit.

Friday, March 15, 2002
10:22 a.m.
Em-chan, I didn't sleep over in the SE-room in the end. Too cold, too manky, and I wanted my lurvely bed. But thanks for the offer to bunk in with you - I'll probably sleep in here tonight. XD Aikido and everything, plus a late-night RPing with Shoi-chan (hopefully)
So if you wake up, feel free to haul yer ass down and join me.
In other news, I really need to kick my ass into gear with that TsengxRufus I'm writing. Yaoi owns me.
And now, off to check FFnet for new yaoi/shounen-ai.
Oh, and I'm going to stick my new layout up. I really, really don't like this one anymore.

Thursday, March 14, 2002
03:49 p.m.
I actually feel the compulsive need to spew forth horrifyingly graphic yaoi sex and shounen-ai fluff. Rather than finish packing the last of the crap from my room. Did I mention that moving the shelves yielded a whole widdle nest o' wasp-corpses.
Here, Toby, Sulia. Enjoy.
Anyway, I'm going to either hoover my room obsessively, or else sleep in here with the computer. I'm hoping for the latter, but my parents will probably insist that I sleep in my room, as otherwise I'll spend all night on the compy.
They would be right.

Thursday, March 14, 2002
11:47 a.m.
The move is underway.
I wonder if it would make it more dramatic if I did that in all CAPS: The Move Is Underway. Probably not.
Em-chan is not blogging. BLOG, dammit.
*scary looks*
I want to stick my new layout up...but I have to wait until April. Em-chan - shin'yuu - wishes to see it. But no. She must wait.

Wednesday, March 13, 2002
06:43 p.m.
I have a gorgeous new layout in the works, but I intend to not put it up until we're in our new unit - as a result of the community splitting up - which will happen on Sunday. I may as well wait until the beginning of April, actually.
Suffice to say that it is white and purple and black, and I actually like it.
Hovering on AIM, in the hopes that Shoi, Setsuna, or Emzi will pop on. Admittedly, I'm nervous of seeing Setsu-san on there as I've never seen her there before, and I admire her incredibly much (much incredibly? actually, that doesn't work no matter how I phrase it) and so I'd probably just ramble on for hours until signing off in a fit of paranoia over the little green men.
Damn, Heero Yui is so fucking lovely. *starry eyes* I really should make a layout featuring him some day.

Wednesday, March 13, 2002
08:54 a.m.
Ouch. Morning shouldn't be allowed to start until sometime after ten, methinks. And parents certainly shouldn't be allowed to knock on your door and ask if you want to eat pancakes this early.
I mean, I like pancakes, but this early? Feh. Tis an abomination type thing.
I need to upload something new to FFnet. Go and review me, people! Don't worry, there's no yaoi up there...yet. XD Give me time....
However, there is a hint of Faith/Buffy in 'The Beat To Which We Move'
I need to get to work on my May layout - go see her layout - which is either going to be Bishounen, or something else to do with anime.
Heheheheh. 'Justin N'Sync was seen out on the walks with a busty blonde...who is apparently the reason Britney and the N'syncer broke up.' Uh. Guys. Britney IS that busty blonde. Duh!

Sunday, March 10, 2002
04:32 p.m.
Waking up this late makes Rae-chan feel weird. I got to bed at about six am...woke up at twelve, slept, woke up at half one, napped until half two, had a shower at half three.
I liked it.

Saturday, March 9, 2002
04:03 p.m.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
-- Click Here To Take The Test --

Saturday, March 9, 2002
03:45 p.m.
Here. It's nice to see Kat-chan back in the game, after all this with her diary being found by her parents. She's a wonderful writer.
I was going through my email, and Michael from camp has sent so MANY GODDAMN FRIENDSHIP CHAINS...what is the fucking POINT?! Because I click forward, suddenly you're my friend? I don't fucking think so. If you're my friend, trust me, you'd know. I wouldn't spam your email with a load of shit like that, for one thing. If I care, I'll do something to show it that actually MEANS something. Those friendship chains are just a pathetic load of crap.
Toying with a story idea. Letting it grow. Not DARK stuff, Zi-chan, but I've got an Electric ficlet seeping into my head slowly.

Saturday, March 9, 2002
01:07 p.m.

Well...BUGGER!

I was sitting on my bedroom floor, wrapping various breakable things in bubble wrap, when this feeling of loss just hit me suddenly. Missing someone. And I have no idea who - I don't think I've ever met them. But there's this tugging inside that makes me feel I should and soon...and that I'll know when I do.
How corny does that sound? About as bad as 'true love at first sight'. Or 'true love's first kiss'. *makes retching noises*

Friday, March 8, 2002
03:24 p.m.
"Aaaa...Tseng..." his fingers jerk at my hair pleadingly, as I prop my chin on both fists, elbows brushing against the inner skin of his thighs, and smile up at him. His eyes are heavy-lidded with desire, a smouldering blue that I recognise all too well. "Yes?" I reply, moving one hand to trace tiny circles along his skin with my finger, pausing to wet its tip before I trace back up to his stomach, and down again. "What do you want, Rufus?"
That's part of my little TsengxRufus yaoi-fic. I'm well aware I haven't written for awhile, so rather than overstrain my blogging muscles, I'm giving you snippets of my sex fic. Feel overjoyed. XD

Monday, March 4, 2002
05:47 p.m.
I'm ill. Temperature and bad throat. 'Nuff said.
The more I read my review by Dork Reviews (for my private diary) the more pissed off I feel. Let's look at why: a) I made my layout, and if the stupid bitch even looked anywhere through my entry, she would've known that. b) don't tell me what the fuck to write about; just be glad you didn't stumble upon a very explicit 'yaoi-rific' entry, cause it probably woulda caused your brains to explode out of the back of your head.
And, dear reviewers, you try DOING A MARTIAL ART AND GETTING THROWN ONTO YOUR WRIST BECAUSE THE DUMB ASS CAN'T DO THE MOVE. Then we'll talk. Better yet, come to my dojo.
Oh yeah, and take a look at the males I live with. Every fuckin' one of them stinks ass, 'cept maybe babba Looey, and that's cause he's too young to register on Rae's Radar.
And I want a boyfriend who is a vampire. Or if I can't have that, cause of reality and all, I'd like a load of subtitled Gundam Wing videos so I can watch Heero Yui. Not only does that boy have a sexy voice, but he likes cheese.
And before I forget...*waves madly* HEY SETSU!

Sunday, March 3, 2002
11:27 a.m.
My throat is itching and I'm trying to write out the Dark Rider 'storyline', which makes my head hurt. I know what it is, and I've tried to explain to Emzi what it is, but I need it all cohesively written up. I'm going to get dad to sign us up for another freeserve account, for the DR site, which she has kindly made the layout for.
I also need to work on the Artemis Project, another story I'm creating, which comes from a similar storyline to the Dark Riders, with more of a magick twist to it. In case you haven't already guessed, The Artemis Project is (c) solely to me, the Dark Riders is (c) to both me and Emzi. She may not sue if you steal our stuff, but I'll hunt you down and rip your kneecaps off to beat you to a bloody death with. *g* Just so we're clear.
And dammit, but I want someone to snuggle with and watch movies and eat popcorn with. Someone who'll fight me back for my hogging the sofa. Unfortunately being a reclusive vampiress with the ability to turn into a panther at will doesn't do much for your social life - and neither does being a yaoi-worshipping computer-geek who adores writing, which would be me.
GAWD DAMMIT ALL TO HECK! I want POOOOOOPCORN! I will be strong. I vill not crave the stronk stuffink.

Saturday, March 2, 2002
07:24 p.m.
"...Tseng?" he sounds sleepy, still at rest, snapping me out of my thoughts to meet his pale blue gaze with my own dark one. A hint of a smile ghosts around his mouth as he laces his fingers through the ones of my other hand, turning his cheek into my touch. "Couldn't sleep?"
I hitch a shoulder in a reply, dragging in an unwanted breath as he presses his bare body against mine under the crisp straightness of the sheets. "...Rufus, you should really be sleep--"I cut myself off as he kisses me lightly, the merest brush of lips, then I bring our clasped hands to my mouth to gently kiss his knuckles. "Really. You have a board-meeting at eleven am."
He flicks a lazy eye to the bedside clock. "Tseng, it's three am now." he sounds amused, trailing his forefinger along my jawline. "Stop babying me." I open my mouth to argue, and he rests that caressing forefinger against my lips in warning. "That was an order, Tseng." then he kisses me again, and I give in to the warmth of his lips and the urge to explore his mouth with my tongue.

.....That would be part of a TsengxRufus fic I'm writing.

Saturday, March 2, 2002
06:00 p.m.
A conversation on ICQ:
Random Person: hey.
Rae: Hi?
RP: want to see my site?
Rae: Uh...if this about sex, please go away.
RP: Oh cool! It's .com
Rae: Sex. I thought so. No thanks.
RP: I'm feeling horny baby, lets have fun!
Rae: If I ask you nicely, will you leave me alone?
RP: Alright baby, how big're you?
Rae: Okay. Nice won't work. I'm going to beat you to death with a bloody limb if you don't leave me alone.
RP: Oh cool! We're going to have so much fun!
Rae:.....well, I know /I/ am.
Random Person: Alright honey, let me know what you're doing.
Rae: Reloading my double-barrelled shot gun. Hiding the dead bodies. Killing my martian.
Random Person has signed off.

Well, that was just...fun.

Friday, March 1, 2002
06:36 p.m.
The majority of teenagers out there can easily be divided by Rae's Slash Clause; the happy, everything is perfect people/the angsty, everything sucks people. I'm a happy mix of both. There's shit in the world, of course there is. There are freaky psychos out there; I'm one of them. Both sides of the clause irritate me. There's no good in stuffing your head under your pillow and praying the monster will go away - that kinda stuff gets you killed. And there's no good dramatising every single little flaw in your life and yourself till that's all you talk about; I really don't give a fuck. And then when something bad finally happens, you've gotten so used to blowing stuff out of proportion that it breaks you.
Really, I'm sorry that your hunky all-American boyfriend ditched you for the other leggy blonde...it's just, I can't seem to find the time to give a shit. But really, I'm sure what's left of your heart is broken, but do you really think howling in your diary and wondering what's wrong with you is going to do wonders for your self-esteem?
Now, I know what I would do. Stop whingeing, pull myself together, apply the eyeliner, go and kick his ass verbally and physically if he tries to lay the shit on me.

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