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01 April 2009 @ 07:33 pm
Dear LJ:

Okay so, I said "In and Out of Time" was going to have a sequel. I'm giving you a sneak peak. It's a rough draft and I'm still working on the end to "In and Out of Time", but I figured I had to get this written and give myself and idea of how to begin PART TWO. I have NO idea what I am going to call In and Out of Time's sequel though. So, it'll probably have soemthing to do with Angels&Airwaves as they are my muses for anything Kyle XY.


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29 March 2009 @ 05:33 pm

Here's a pretty picture that I stumbled onto, and I found the gallery that it belongs to and can I just say: I AM Freckin BLOWN AWAY! These people are amazing and this photography is so surreal. It all seems so magical, but alien at the same time and the concept is phenomenal. The link to the rest of this great artwork can be found here, and the name of it is called "Lightmark", and ALL of it is amamzing. This is just my favorite out of them because it reminds me of that old TV show Roswell, about the alien teens and there were three alien teens. Hence those three lights. Whatever. It's just awesome! go check it out!

*bustles off*
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Dear LJ:

Okay...an update. The day that I've been dreading has come to pass and the universe has not shrivelled in on itself and collapsed. Trust me. It's a good thing. What is this dreaded day, you may ask? Well, my ex-boyfriend got married to the chick he cheated on me with nearly a year and some months ago. I was dreading it: 1) because, despite my current boyfriend, I still care about that [expletive] boy that I gave my heart to that long while ago and 2) I hate/dislike the chick that he married because...well...a little voice in my head wanted to cry "she stole him from me!" But how can you steal something that was so readily given? The first one to join is usually the first one to back out, and he was the first one to back out of the relationship.

now, don't get me wrong. I care about him, but I'm not in-love with him or love him anymore. I know that if he ever approached me in any way, shape or form in a way that wouls suggest "hey-let's-you-and-me...da da da la-ta-da" I'd probably kill him. But, if we were able to become friends, I'd be cool with that. It's hard to not feel something that a person that you gave that much of your heart to and trusted almost implicitly for a while. But, meeting him was a good lesson for me in the long run, and it teaches to not...well, let's just say that it taught me a lot of things.

I mean, when I was told by a few friends that he was getting married, I kind of got a 'WTF?' look on my face because I was all like "hang on, neither one of them has a decent place to stay, she's the only one who has a job and neither one of their parents have the money to afford a wedding...WTF is this?" But then I stopped myself and said: "does it matter?" I had to stop myself from marching up to Art Institute of Atlanta and say, "Nick, have you lost your cotton-pickin mind?! How the hell are you going to afford a ring?! You've NEVER held down a job, balanced your own checking account and YOU DON'T HAVE A JOB! Neither one of you has a REAL place to stay except AiA student Housing? Did you get her knocked-up?!!" But, that wasn't my place and he ALWAYS hated it when I pointed out the flaws in any situation (matter of fact, a lot of people hate that. It's not like I say, "Hey, don't do it because this-this-this-and-this could happen. I'm more like: Here's the details. NOW, do you really want to take that course of action?" I'm a Libra; I can't help it). So, I left it alone.

So, I'm at Sutra Lounge last night with my girls Laila and Shari, and Laila's boyfriend, Marcus, and my boyfriend, Shawn, and when La La and Shawn went to put some stuff in the car, Marcus pulls me aside to first discuss a fighting tournament that's coming up in a few weeks (Am SOOOO going! <3!) and then to discuss Nick and Blasina (that's the chick's name)'s wedding. I wasn't attempting to listen. Okay, I'm lying...I was, but only because Shari was indignant that she didn't get invited and Marcus went onto say that no one came except her family and a few of Nick's family, but the key people that were supposed to come abandoned him (ie his groomsmen and the rest of the groom's wedding party), and that Marcus himself didn't really go, but heard about it from another friend who had gone. The rumor was that because no one at AiA really liked Blasina that they didn't show up because they didn't agree with him, Nick, marrying her.

And I was a little shocked because when I'd heard about it from La La that she wouldn't go unless Marcus went (and Marcus didn't go), I was a little ticked because I knew that while Nick, Marcus and Blasina had had a falling-out last year, I knew La La was still at least on speaking terms with Nick (then again, she too had had a falling out this year with Blasina over some inappropriate comments that the former had made about Marcus) and that if they had felt that they wanted to invite her, then she should've gone to support her friends and been apart of their day (I don't know if it makes me a chump for wanting Nick to have a happy life even if it is with her or if it somehow gives me some extra Karma points for my next life...I know! *Announcer voice*: "Now YOU can win Karma POINTS and apply them to our GRAND PRIZE SWEEPSTAKES...should you die in this life, you'll be reborn as a PRINCESS!!! *applause track rolls*)

Like I said, I still care about the knuckle head, no matter what happened (even though I felt a little vindication that he had a crappy wedding...it's bad, I know, but when you have a heavy influence of Venus-in-Scorpio, it makes you a little bitter, a little vindictive and a mite bit happy at your enemies' suffering...I try to balance it out though, with my insanely neurotic nature).

I'm just...happy that I didn't get depressed. I usually do when the subject of Nick is brought up, but this time, I was good. I could look at his picture without thinking, "I wonder if I could cook up a spell to ruin his face, DAMN THE CONSEQUNCES!!!" Instead, I look at it and think, "I hope you have a wonderful life with you new wife and that you both get what you want and need and that you both are successful in your chosen careers and, if you should want to go the route of parenting, that you don't have retarded babies" (look, I'm not the most articulate being out there. Sometimes, I say some pretty rude and offensive stuff. Sue me!......................
Wait, don't sue me. I can't afford it. All I've got is a few thousands books, a busted jackass computer and a few pipe dreams. Please, tread softly. You're treading on my dreams.)

Anyway, that same night, Marcus tells me about the tournament, he also tells me that his "worst enemy is going to be there". Now, he has a long list of enemies, and I know that Blasina ranks as one of them, so I'm on my guard, but he says some other dude is going to be there, and in my head I'm all like, "Good because that bitch don't want me to throw down! NYAR!"

It's juvenile, I know.

It's immature, I know.

And disliking the girl won't get me the dreams that I want to achieve, but sometimes...just sometimes...I really just....UGH! (somehow, I think I missed the point of them post so instead I will show you the beautiful Rachel Brice:

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Current Music: Rachel Brice's Drum Solo Preformance

 This was a story I had done some time ago for a class assignment back in Senior Year of Highschool in 2005 (God, it was THAT long ago. I'm getting old). Anyway, it was something about an experience we had that was significant. So, I did one that was significant AND ironic.


By Erica G 

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Current Music: Me humming an Ol'Dixie tune
18 March 2009 @ 08:27 pm
Dear LJ:

I remember what it was like to be a kid. Trust me, I remember the boredom and the need to do crazy things just to alleviate boredom. However, now I'm an adult and I realize the error of my ways when it came to certain aspects of childhood and how annoying and costly certain things done could've been. Case in point, the neighbor kids. There are maybe a good dozen or so kids that live over there in that house next door, and they're all outside playing. It's Spring; it's great weather; here in the ATL you don't often get great weather because GA's climate is so f*** up that it can be warm one day and freezing the next. Whatever.

So, my boyfriend lets my pup out because she's been cooped up due to the rain and she needs the space to run and stretch her legs. AND, a bored Lady means crap in the garage gets eaten up, chewed on or destroyed (CD player, pool table, the cat's brush, for example). So, she's out and about. I get home in the afternoon after work and when I check-up on her...she's no-frickin-where in the yard. NO WHERE and there's not a clue as to how she could've gotten out. Until I call her. Then you can see her figure through the small cracks in the fence bounding to get back into the yard where she knows she's supposed to be. I retrieve the dog; it's cool, I'm not too mad. I just put her in the garage and take away her Tasmanian Devil teddy because hey! I'm the mommy and she's on punishment. You gets no toys or priviledges when you're on punishment and she knows I mean business when the toys are taken away. Then she knows I'm spittin mad.

Anyway, I'm sitting in the bedroom (the bedroom's windows face the side of the house and the backyard) and I all of a sudden hear the sound of a little kid's voice saying, "Here, doggy, doggy. C'mere, doggy, doggy. Come over here, doggy." This sets me to a-frownin'. So, I get up to look and hear this little kid knocking on the fence and calling my dog. I look out the window and I see this little kid climbing up on this tree that overlooks the yard, and I'm immediately pissed. I go out to the kitchen, ready to chastise this little kid and my boyfriend's mom sees me with a thundercloud on my brow and asks me what's wrong. I tell her and she's just as spittin' mad and goes outside, fussing at the kid herself. Then she comes inside and tells me that she's going to talk to the kids' mothers because there's more than one family there and there's more than enough kids that are causing this issue. I, however, beat her to the punch.

Now, I'm not saying I'm mean, and I genuinely feel sorry for fussing a bit. I know the kid that I spoke to was not the ringleader and certainly was involved by just the look of annoyance on his face when I described to him the kid tha HAD done the action and then HE had to go and explain it to his mom and translate why I was coming over there to talk to them. So, I do apologize to that kid. He seemed like the older brother type who was probably taking care of the little ones while his mom and dad worked and what have you. Then again, he's inspired me to write a short piece on an older brother that has so much responsibility heaped on him and the trials and tribulations that he has to go through, growing up in that type of environment and what he grows up to become (A very heartfelt-piece, let me tell ya...it's pulling at my heartstrings and I haven't even written it yet). EITHER WAY, I remember what it was like at that age, but it just gets me peeved because now I know the responsibilities that adults have to go through when someone makes a stupid mistake.

I know my pup is a sweet girl. I know she wouldn't hurt anyone and is funloving, but I'm not stupid. I know that there is the potential for her to become a danger. She's a pitbull after all, and while not all pits are dangerous, killing machines bred for fighting, there is always that potential. She's funloving, but she's powerful and what she considers playing may NOT be what a human considers playing, and she could potentially harm someone without knowing. I'm not sayig she will, but with every animal there is that possibility. PLUS, these kids aren't going to be responsible if she runs out in the middle of the street while theyir playing because she doesn't understand the concept of cars being dangerous and life threatening to her and she ends up getting hit. Who's going to be responsible then?

We keep her fenced in OUR yard for a reason, and I get that she wants t play a lot and that those kids present a perfect opportunity, but I don't know them. I don't know their parents and if something does go wrong, the responsibility falls on our heads. Not theirs. So, LEAVE MY GODDAMNED DOG ALONE!!!!!!
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Current Music: A Heater - Because I'm Cold-Natured
17 March 2009 @ 05:26 pm
Contined from here

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AFTERWARD: For some god-awful reason, this chapter was so hard to write. So, on top of getting over a cold and constantly looking after a demon-hybrid pit bull-hyena dog from hell (who I oh so love with all my heart), it took me so long to get this baby out. But I made it pretty long so I hope that helps.


PS: How BS was that damn Finale? Kyle’s brother?! Seriously, ABCfam do better.


ANYWAY, I’d like to dedicate this fic to my peeps on my LJ, who encouraged me to continue with this fic even though I wasn’t sure if I should. Thanks, guys, you rock!

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Title: In and Out of Time (6/?)
Author: wonderbread9
Rating: PG-13 - R
Characters: The Cast of Kyle XY, OCs here and there
Pairings: Kyle/Amanda, Kyle/Jessi, implied Jessi/Josh
Warnings: See previous chapters

Disclaimer: If I owned Kyle XY, there would be no discussion: Season 4 would be on the menu.

Author's Note: I’m trying to perfect my ‘show-not-tell’ method of writing. So, um…if any of yous guys would be so kind, can you tell me if I’m doing a good job? Thank ‘ees so much!

Summary: “Mark,” he whispered in genuine disappointment. “Such a pity.”

The younger man drew back in fear and opened his mouth to scream, but the exclamation of terror never resounded. Cassidy pounced on him, like a seasoned predator, subduing Mark’s flailing, panic-stricken attempts to flee.


“Can’t have you ruining the game before it even gets started,” Cassidy whispered with a silken purr, taking hold of the flailing young man’s neck in a choke hold.

Previous Chapters Here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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Current Music: Everything's Magic - Angels & Airwaves


Dear LJ:

I have been AWOL, yes, yes, I know, for the last few weeks, but honestly, there's a reason for that. Several actually, but I don't want to go into that just yet. I am having a bit of a conundrum. You see, I have a partially completed Chapter Six of my current fic of Kyle XY; however! My brain has been hi-jacked by the project that I am currently working on (two projects actually, and why didn't anyone EVER tall me that writing a book would be hard? Much less one book that pertains to creating an entirely new world...ugh *iz brain ded*), plus I am going through this conundrum: the series is going to end by tonight. How many loyal fans are still going to be sticking around after the fact? And, is it even worth it to continue the fic afterwards?

I'd like to, heaven knows I would, and I probably should. After all, part two to the fic is pretty imaginative, in my opinion, and introduces some pretty decent OCs and expands on characters that only had a bit part in the original Canon (can safely say that the psychic from Episode 3x02 shows up again and actually gets a name...and guess what? She's a probability machine. Marinate on that for a second). Anyway, that's just the issue I'm having and it's probably affecting my ability to write this fic plus the other two projects that have wracked my brain.

Oh, and the untimely death of my boyfriend's 14-year-old Perkinese-Pugh, ChinChin. It was very sad actually and everybody wanted to blame MY pup (red-nosed pitbull) for a complete and utter ACCIDENT, and tried to sell or may still be trying. I don't know, but I can honestly say that I will be heartbroken if they do. After all, I'm not a dog person...after my first dog died when I was a kid, I stopped liking them. I am a fully fledged cat person, but I've taken to this pup, I really have. She's got the energy of a four-year-old on speed and she's adorkable when she calms down. Plus, she is the QUIETEST dog you've ever seen. She won't whine or woof or anything until she knows that her territory is being threatened. Then she's giving off this Rebel Yell that you can hear throughout the house. She's stubborn as hell, but she always greets you with exurburance as if each time she sees you be it within the same span of a minute is the first time that she's seen you ALL day.

See? I really like this dog. She's sweet and kind and wouldn't hurt a fly unless it looked edible (LOL).

So, yeah...and being sick....again...because somehow my boytoy caught a whole new strain of sickness and passed it onto me when we thought he was getting better AND then the big baby broke out in a rash because of the antibiotics that he was taking, and STILL refuses to go to the hospital because he's a manly-man *rolls eyes*.

Anyway, I've got chapter six...which seems to running into an insanely LONG ass chapter because I have so much I want to cram into because this particular fic is only supposed to run up to about ten to eleven chapters. I may have to do some pruning.

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25 February 2009 @ 08:48 pm
Okay, so I got sick. No seriously! This is a new one for me because, you know, I hardly ever get sick...from ANYTHING. This was one of those flukes, you know? Like when a white squall suddenly erupts over the water of an otherwise clear, peaceful ocean. Yeah, that's it. I only got the flu once. Once, I tell you! Years ago and my body had gone through such an ordeal that it made a pact with me. It said, "hey there, boss. So, uh...we're not going to do this again, okay? Okay. Great." My body went back on its pact. Seriously! I only get hit with those huge sicknesses at the most random times, and it was usually when I was a kid (flu, stomach virus, chicken pox)...I never get sick when I'm older, save maybe a mild throat ache, but that's usually when I'm smoking and I take a drag and it doesn't go down right. AND, I don't smoke all that much ('ceptin black n milds, and ONLY when I'm uber stressed out, mind you). So, what the f*** was this?

I blame my boyfriend's dog. I mean, I love mi bella Lady, but seriously...she's the freakish, demon possessed half-breed of a dog and a hyena. And I know, I know..."Demon possessed half-breed dog/hyenas don't eixst." Oh yeah, well have a go at Lady. And when she gnaws your face off, I'll promptly tell you I told you so.

Seriously, she runs up to you and does a backflip off you gut. This is a 10-month old pit bull terrier. She's not tiny by any means. Gah.

But I love her though.
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Dear LJ:

Ella es la puthamadre! Okay, so...I am LIVID. LIVID, I tell you! And I know I shouldn't be letting this woman/girl/child get to me, but she did. After all, what is spoken on cyperspace has no bearing on the reall world unless it affects a job or something important like that, BUT...

Let me tell you, getting onto ABCfamily.com boards is like walking into a field of explosive mines and I suggest that NO ONE in their right minds go there unless you're willing to be pissed off a great deal of the time. Okay, so...I was happy about thirty minutes ago when I got online to go to ABCfamily just to check out the spoilers that are written by leo1234j (thanks for those btw) and generally just peruse the forum for some topics to discuss and for the comments on the discussions that I made and see if anyone commented on them. Alright, so...I go to this thread where a member named Cnith posted a question summarized as such: 'Would Jessi choose Kyle or family if she got put up to the test?' Cnith argued that she would choose family...I argued that Jessi could have both (as you can see from my insanely long ass post), while simultaneously addressing the issues that these people keep bringing up that Kyle and Jessi are somehow engaging in acts of incest because of something so flippant as their hair color matching, them being born in the same way, blah blah blah and that that somehow makes them siblings.

So, I get on to see what her response is and whether or not she maintained a level of maturity in her post. Sadly to say, intelligence and maturity on that board is hard to come by. She dragged my parents and their parental skills into the argument, implying a WHOLE HELLUVA a lot with her comment as well as comparing my home life to "Secret Life of An American Teenager".


So, since when did chick come to know me personally enough to determine whether or not I got knocked up at sixteen? Which, btw, I did not, have skirted or flirted with the idea nor will I have kids in the near future. I am a 22 year old college student. I'm attempting to do big things with my life and while my parents weren't perfect they raised me to the best of their abilities and the experiences thus made me out to be the person that I am today. I'm not stupid, a hoodrat nor am I the stereotype of my people that media likes to portray: I'm not a vidoe-vixen looking to f**k the next rap-superstar. So, she pissed me off, and I have now lost any and all respect for her and many of the people on that board that support her and her wacked out crazy, morally uptight views of EVERYTHING. And if she had been standing in front of me when she made those comments I'd've punched her right in her god-damned mouth.

Now, that's what my parents taught me: a good damn right hook and the ability to stomp you to the ground if you don't come correct.

SOOOOOOO, needless to say, I won't be frequenting those boards nearly as much as I do anymore(I was getting worried at myself there a little anyway because I ALWAYS seem to go to them. However, it'll pass...I usually burn hot for a while on a subject and then I go cold and get bored with it and stop if it no longer holds magic...sucks to be a Libra sometimes). It makes people degenerate into idiotic, juvenile nincompoops with no common decency to speak of.
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