Hooooeeee, Jaydubya! Who's your spontaneously appearing/disappearing ladyfriend you got there!
...nice purse, dude.

I'm not posting my Nano in my journal this year but later I might throw up a paragraph or two.

I hope everybody's having a good November!

I wrote a story in the spirit of creepypasta just for you! Click if you dare!
( THE PIT )

I'm making a page on my website about my fursona and where it came from and ran across this random start of a story, written on a sheet of notebook paper with no explanation or drawings:

Boop stepped out of the palace and scowled at the morning sun. it was almost coronation day and he had ten brothers and sisters to bump off.

and that was it.

I managed to get a little more written on my Stupid Vampire Novel this week! I'm proud!

Had a pretty good day today! We woke up really early to go to Walmart and get a couple things to make chicken and dressing with. I also got a lawn chair to use at David's place. I ALMOST got this little kid share I could barely fit my butt in because it was ten bucks but Tina eventually got me to go five dollars more and get a normal chair. It was a lot more comfortable.

We whipped by Burger King to get some breakfast food and it was fnasty. Naturally XD That store is so gross. The drive-through window is halfway broken and your shoes stick to the floor when yo ugo inside. The hashbrown tot thingies tasted like an ashtray.

Then, Tina, Dad, and I went over to David's to FISH. For once, I actually caught the most fish. They were little tiny brim and crappe but I had more fun reeling them in and taking them off when I wasn't caring how big they were. Robbie, David's new gal, politley wandered down tot he pond's edge and caught three big catfish. Tina got a catfish and dad got a little baby fish like me.

Truthfully, the babies I caught probably added up to Tina's one catfish XD

Yesterday I devoted some time to TOTALLY ORGANIZE my LJ scrapbook. On my journal frontpage, you can find a link to it. It's got photos and some sketches that haven't made it to DA.

I'm also re-working my personal website. I love freewebs because it's got a few tools I like and a shorter, easier to give out URL. Googlepages, however, have no ads, are WAAAY easier to edit on my kind of connection, and with a little know-how, can look about how you want them to. I'm ALSO using it to host my writing. It will be public so there won't be anymore friending foolishness with LJ's stuff. If I decide I have something I want to keep in a closed circle, I will keep it in a google doc and note that emails must be sent in order to see it. I don't plan on posting anything like that though for some time.

It'll be nice to keep almost everything in one pot.

It's a cool clear night
and the moon is bright
it's the first, true night of summer.

But this lovely sight
must give way to light
so the day may come. What a bummer.
-The Wolfy

I found some neat questions on therp_discuss  community and thought I'd spend the hour and some it takes for furcadia to re-download answering them!

( STUPID DUMB QUIZ )

So, it's Saturday morning. Spring Break is more or less over. It wasn't terribly eventful and I'm a-okay with that! I ended up getting kind of sick towards the middle with a cold because the weather keeps yo-yoing. I finally finished reading Common and Precious by Tim Sussman and loved it! I've subscribed to Sofawolf's LJ updates and they mentioned that they were accepting submissions for the fourth issue of their short story anthrology "New Fables". I think I'm going to try and write one to submit! I can illustrate it myself too maybe.


BUY MEEEEEE

I got my copy in today and I read the whole thing! I really liked the stories and the one poem about skunks. I'd reccomend it. It's got one of my favorite authors and one author of a book I was concidering buying. I didn't know it was him until I finished the story and really enjoyed it. I'll be buying his book next.

 I'm also thinking about trying to send something in to Furplanet. My only beef there is that 80% of it is like...porn. 8I OH WELL. THATS FURRIES FOR YOU. OH, FURRIES. I'm not going to bother with it until I get some of my schoolwork out of the way.

My grades aren't so hot. If I have to repeat something, it isn't the end of the world.  And I'd be a little ahead maybe. JUST A LITTLE. I'm also thinking about taking three classes instead of just two but I'm not sure yet. I've got all the time I need. I'm already aware that I'll probably bein college until my 30's hit.  Only two more months left in this semester. I missed pre-reg so I'll just have to scrape the barrel when normal registration rollsa round. Wolfy, you loser!

Hhhguuhhhh sleepy. Going to bednow. Have to pick up sticks later

STOLEN FROM floorlamps .

Pick ANY character of mine and I will tell you their:
01. Full name
02. Best friend
03. Sexuality
04. Favorite color
05. Relationship status
06. Ideal mate
07. Odd Skills/Skills in general
08. Last Amusing Escapade
09. Favorite food
10. Crushes
11. Favorite music
12. Biggest fear
13. Biggest fantasy
14. Quirks
15. Bad habits
16. Biggest regret
17. Best kept secrets
18. Last thought
19. Worst sexual/romantic experience
20. Biggest insecurity

I blabber in here about my Stupid Vampire Novel (tm) once in a while so here I go again. The Dogtrot Murder (previously Fangs n' Fords) has reached 100 PAGES! It's grown larger than any other story I've worked on! Here's a little sample towards the end of what I've gotten so far. Maurice has JUST been introduced to a gang of other vampires by Horas.

“Who’s yer friend there?” she grinned and her voice made him think of how an ex-country music singer would sound. He didn’t know why. “You fellas been on a scout run?” Her eyebrows bounced a little. Maurice felt the hairs on his arms go up and not in a good way.

            “Naaah!” Horas draped himself over Maurice’s shoulders like an ugly shawl. “Even if he’s cute as a budd’on,” Horas pinched one of Maurice’s cheeks hard and made him hiss out loud. “We just met. This is him, guys. This is that guy I told you about who I thought was passing through? He lives here. He’s just turned. Somebody broke their oath.” Then Horas screamed.

            Maurice usually made it a habit to keep his mouth to himself. Spit and other bodily fluids were not among his favorite things and considering the confusion his mother had a week ago, he wasn’t too keen on having much physical contact with other men but some things just called for action. Horas’s thumb and first three fingers had disappeared into the void that was the fledgling’s mouth and blood was swelling at the site.

            The dark-skinned woman allowed her expression to change, but only for a moment as she smirked at Horas’s misfortune. “And was that somebody you?” She got to her feet and approached them.

            “Fuck!”

            “Is that a yes?”
            “FUCK!” Horas pounded a fist against Maurice’s skull—the only part of the man that wasn’t vulnerable. Horas tried to pull his hand away but Maurice bent his knees and was simply dragged like a dog.

Situation: Folks are roleplaying and I'm watching while writing on my book. A thought strikes me and the following happens-->

You say, "[Is licking a car battery any different than licking a AA battery?]"
Dominic Saragin: [...No, Wolfy. Don't even try it.]
The Gryphon: [.... Should I be worried, Wolfy?]
Jeimes Maddoc: [uh, we like our wolfy alive.]
Meilyn Saragin: [*snickerfits*]

“No, I mean why d’you want my address?”
“I got my reasons.”
“Momma,” warned Maurice. He loved his mother with all his heart and then some– so much that he’d put her name on his upper arm but he didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her when it came to some things. You couldn’t throw Margret Rose very far even if you were a vampire.
His mother let out a huff. “I found a book on that internet I think might help with your–, that problem.”


A project I've been working on for a few years now and lovingly call my Stupid Vampire Novel (aka Fangs n' Fords-- working title) has reached 80 pages. Go Wolfy! Once I reach 100, a tiny party will be thrown.

About two pages of bla bla.
( Doorknob Trial )

These are three short story bits that can go together like they were widely spaced chapters. Also because I don't want to flood people's friend pages with them. THAT WOULD BE ANNOYING.


spaaaace


spaaaaace

I made up a song on the spot one day when I was like...in sixth or seventh grade.
It was about a chair I used to sit in when we took music class in the fifth grade.
I sang it and put it to music.
I put it on a CD.

This is that song.

Prudence!
Prudence, is that you?
Is that you, Prudence?
I guess not...

Prudence will I ever see you again?
I guess not...
If I could, I would only say this, I miss you Prudence.

Oh, as I sit here thinking of the fifth grade,
I think of you.

You’re the only inanimate object I could see who was true!

Please answer me, Prudence!
Please...

Prudence! Prudence!

As I sit here all alone with no chair below my butt,
I think of the best friend I ever had who had no face!

I think I hear the faint call of a small green chair!
And I miss you, Prudence, and I hope you think of me!

I really hope I get to see you again some day!
And I always will be with you in a way...

Oh brave little dear green chair!
Come to me, green chair!

I miss you, Prudence! Come back to me!

After having MASSIVE creative block, I think the dam that is artistic constipation sprung a leak.

I may or may not include this in the final draft of Fangs and Fords (working title). Horas takes Maurice on his first proper 'hunt'.

MOAR DAVID AND CASEY LIEK WOAH!

Not much sleep. Four hours tops maybe. More than yesterday though. I made some skettios for myself this morning and walking back to my room, a scene came to mind. It may be from Hawksaw and the man in it may be JW, but as for the other, I'm not so sure.



Thoughts?