FRIENDS ONLY, COMMENT TO BE ADDED.

--But accepting applications. ♥ I love meeting new people, whether you're in one of my fandoms or not (though that would make it much easier to strike up a conversation). Take a look around for my interests--they can be found mostly in the userinfo, but my icons and public posts will show you a lot, too. If we share some of those, that would be great.

And if you do friend me, please drop a line here so I know! :D

On the other hand, if you're here for the fic, it's all public and can be found either at my writing journal, singability, or in the archives at ladydreamer.org.

Happy travels?

I don't even have a proper preface to this entry. Nothing would properly introduce how I felt on Wednesday night, so as for what I did: some of you already know this, but on the evening of the 29th I attended my first Jason Mraz concert. I've wanted to see him live for years, ever since 2005 when I really started getting into his music and who he was and how he sang. This was the first time he played near me, and I was able--finally--to snag tickets to go see him.

And I still can't believe it.

So. What follows is an account of Wednesday, July 29th, 2009.

( oh, kiss me with your eyelashes tonight )

All pictures can be found here! There are no captions, though, so if you didn't read this you may wonder why there's a photo of an envelope that says 'Are you Toca? Yes, No' and also a picture of a man hula-hooping in a yellow jumpsuit. Just sayin'.

Emo post aside, I MADE CHERRY BUTTER TODAY! ♥



I basically removed the seeds from about fifteen cherries, squashed them up and mixed it with a ton o' butter, then added a teaspoon of sugar. I let it sit in the fridge for about fifteen minutes and then spread some over a warm brownie, mmmmm. Admittedly it wasn't as sweet as I wanted it to be. Maybe I'll add more sugar (maaaaybe). But it was good enough, especially with the bits of cherry! Or perhaps that's just because I had it on a brownie. Anyway. It was good. End of story. :)

I love Hawaii. Every place I go to here feels like someplace I've already been (Okinawa, the Philippines, Singapore, Korea) and I feel that if all of those countries got together and had a baby (all four of them, because that is totally possible) then that love child would be Hawaii. I am having a wonderful time doing absolutely nothing just because my brother and his wife like to keep all the screen doors in the house open and there is a constant island breeze--not too warm, just right--floating through the house. And there's so many windows, and so much sunshine, and even on the cloudy days it feels absolutely amazing.

Oahu is big. It's full of cliffs and valleys and the greenest mountains, and in between the rocky shores are bursts of heavy, sparkly city light. The sunsets here are smears of hot pink and lavender and puffy, fat clouds. So far, I've been to the North and South shores (so! many! beaches!) and eaten garlic shrimp from a truck and gone paddle surfing and eaten Matsumoto's shaved ice and bought the shortest shorts on the planet. I have gotten beat up by the fiercest of waves and it's not like the sun is any kinder, but I tan. :) 

One week down. Three more to go.



Kapolei. (I think.) 

Happy late America day!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MRAZMAN. ♥

You are 32 now and still freaking hot, at least in my book. Don't ever stop being who you are, because you're amazing. I love every single bit of you, from the way your voice swirls like melted butter on a plate to the way you are so in love with the earth. I honestly would not be the person I am today, thinking the way I do, without the words you write and sing. And yes, Ms. Jackson. I am for real.

Here's to you, and you and I both on July 29th, okay? I don't know what I'm going to do if I get to actually meet you that night (or any other night), but I'll try to be some kind of normal. No promises, though! :)

In music, if I’m truly committed to letting go – to being completely open to the power of sound – surrendering to the love supreme of spirit – and acknowledging how (to me) success thrives in the instability of spontaneity – if I’m committed to any or all of those things, then I can transcend this world entirely, getting as close to or even being whatever God (or love, or happiness) might actually be. If the performance of a song goes absolutely well, it won’t even feel like a performance. In many cases, I won’t even remember singing the song. It becomes more like time-travel, because in that moment, I’m so not caught up in society’s game. My attention rests in a space where time and space cease to exist. That’s the state where infinity lies, and it’s the most intensely rewarding experience I’ve ever known. - Jason Mraz

eta: singability updated, this time with something original!

What I did today:

--> Go to the cupcake shop with Kristine and her sister, Kate. I bought a box of four: one red velvet with cream cheese frosting, two strawberry with strawberry buttercream frosting, and one coconut. So, so yummy.

--> Follow Kristine to "her" antique shop, which turned out to be three stories of art exhibits, random stuff from the 80's, old magazines, funky knickknacks and donated clothing. Best find ever: 7 for All Mankind jeans at 24 dollars. In my size! Oh, happy day.

--> BOUGHT A TICKET TO HAWAII. After 349948398 phone calls and a rabid search through cheaptickets.com, I'm off to Oahu in about three weeks! I can't wait. My brother keeps calling me to tell me about all the Japanese food he has eaten that day ("Dude. I went to a ramen house. And there's CURRY IN THE FOOD COURT"). Also, there will be surfing lessons. Holy shit. Well, we'll see how that goes.

--> Did this photo meme, which I've seen floating around my flist for awhile now. It looked fun, and it was. It also reminded me that I have a lot of pictures that are really horrible, and yet my friends decide that they should be put up right away on Facebook. Yeah...they love me.

( meme meme meme  )

Status:

GRADUATED.

Four years ago I made an entry for my first day of high school. I was trying to hide from Anthony Cruz, because I hadn't seen him in so many years and he had gone through puberty--it was scary. Sophomore year was the best, and also consisted of that snappy one liner "Is it porn?" Junior year was crazy and I met a boy. He has his own tag on this journal (enough said). Senior year, things were just as crazy. But calmer, kind of. And now we're done.

This morning I stuffed my head in an itchy cap, put on the hottest robe ever (and I don't mean sexy), and walked across the stage in Meymandi Concert Hall to get a high school diploma. (Somebody even yelled out my name!) I turned my tassel to the other side. I was kind of fail at throwing the cap, but that's because I was caught off guard. I sat through some boring speeches. I sat through some okay speeches. I sat through a speech wherein the speaker forgot what class we were and what year it was, so he said, "I want to congratulate you, class of two thousand and...............nine." I sat through 260-something names until they got to the T's. I almost fell asleep.

But. But, I'm done.

BYE-BYE, HIGH SCHOOL. ♥

p.s. All pictures can be found here! :) 

Prom prom prom prom prom.

It was crazy. I had a great time, but it was really crazy.

( you taste just like glitter mixed with rock and roll )

Yes, of course there are pictures! Once I gather the rest of them from the 19 other people that were in our limo party, I will sort the good ones out and throw them here. Maybe in some organized fashion, who knows.

What I did today:

Sat in my car with the iPod in the speakers while my mother was buying plants and sang Arashi songs really really loudly.

With the windows cracked.

There was a lady next to me reading a magazine and her dog kept staring at me. It was really tiny, and ugly, with beady eyes, but I guess it liked Arashi? How can you not. So I sang to it. I sang, "RABU SO SWEET, PUPPY." 

It liked that, I think.

In other news, I am still kind of sick, but no fever (it went away the day it came back). I don't know. I'm all fatigued and have a very teeny appetite and shit. I would go to my doctor, but she is on vacation. WAY TO GO, DR. TANG. So again, I am in bed, writing fic and refreshing the same web pages over and over again and downloading Kokuritsu. My spring break is so much fail. Hopefully I'm better by Saturday (and I should be, because I really think all of this is being caused by that little red bitch that comes by every month), because there are picnic and photoshoot plans at Pullen Park! No, I kid you not.

• 21:46 rest in peace randy rivera. <3 いつもありがとうね。 #

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Happy birthday, my darling Junnosuke. Sometimes I wish the term 'Jun-baited' applied to my personal fandom situation, but I used to think you were A Total Girly Man, mainly because I first saw you on the reverse side of a Yamapi poster. And you were wearing sparkly eyeshadow and your hair looked like it was jealous of Shirley Temple's, and the background was lilac and you were wearing fluffy cashmere. So yeah, I didn't give you a second thought. I went back to the Pi side.

But that's all in the past (even though every time I see that poster I still laugh), and now I love you, alot, even though your hair is in a constant state of metamorphasis. I think I love you the most when you are Miss Bitch, because your eyebrows go funny and you get this look on your face that screams, "Girl, oh NO you diiiiiiiiin't!" and that makes me laugh, or I think maybe I love you the most when you're with Aiba, because it's very cute when you think he's stupid. Or your 'MAJI DE?' moments, or your giggles, or your 'I-can't-believe-I'm-doing-this' faces, or your 'Girl, I am SO HOT, I am a SEX GOD' faces, because those are hilarious. I love them all.

And, okay, sometimes you look hot. But most of the time I just wanna pinch your cheeks really hard until you throw me across the room and give you an A- for effort.

So instead of going on about how you are a special boy in my heart, I channeled it through Aiba by writing ~fic~. I know it's supposed to be porn because I initially promised (who? answer: myself) that I would write birthday porn for each of Arashi on their special days, but the PWP I was writing and planning to use today-- the Sho/Jun used-to-be-my-math-notes one--has spiraled out of my control. Instead, I wrote something else that is not sexy, but sappy. OH WELL. So you get your cake here, but you have to eat it somewhere else.

There's no title, and it's sort of Aiba/Jun, Jun/Arashi, Aiba/Arashi and Arashi/Arashi all in one, however vague each one may turn out to be in the fic. Whatever it really is, it's definitely sappy enough to melt all 32 (or if you got four pulled like I did, then 28) of your teeth. :D  :D More summary: late-night voicemails, Aiba is probably crying, mention of Jun's 20th birthday, and Ohno says inappropriate things to the cheese.

( eat the cheese, don't throw it at me--hey! )

Tomorrow I'll be in Charlotte until Sunday night, so when I get back maybe I'll have recuperated enough to talk about school and life and the horrible college application process--and my new friend who is a sweetie, and also Jack McFarland. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

Firstly, I thought this wasn't happening until Wednesday, but no, it's the 17th, not the 18th, and as my computer clock tells me it is Tuesday in Japan already. (Yeah, my computer is still on Japan time.) So, because I am a complete dork and have no shame, here we go:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the now 25-year-old Kazunari "I Like Hamburger--Gyoza, What's That?" Ninomiya, EVEN THOUGH HE STILL LOOKS NOT A DAY OVER SIXTEEN. But I love love love love LOVE him anyway--let no one deny that I like my boys just a little on the skinny side. (Say it with me: tall and lanky, TALL AND LANKY. Or at least fairly tall and lanky.)

And just in case you're feeling a little like a pedophile, have some medicinal Ohmiya to counterbalance: one, two, three, four.

MORE LOVE: this is what I like waking up to, shake it!; not only did he write this song, he also committed a mass burglary of hearts at the end; OKOGE NO SUUU-PUUU, supu de okoge! and manly Nino kissin' boys and frocliking on a pretend beach.

I am not good at finding links. My stamina level is very low, even for my favorite JE boy. Oh, life.

BUT ACTUALLY, there is more than just self-gratuitous picspam--there is fic. To be more precise, there is porn. Oh my. I was really intending to finish the monstrous Ohmiya fic by--well, by the time Nino's birthday rolled around, but obviously so much for that. So, to fix this situation, I wrote porn instead. No, really, it was that easy!

This is unbeta'd, even though I read it through once or twice (whilst blushing all the while) for grammar and spelling errors, and also things that make me cringe, although there still may be alot of those.

title: clockwork (or, the untitled nino birthday fic PWP)
pairing: Ohmiya
summary: There's a clock on Ohno's wall, right across from his bed. (Also in this one, Ohno is a machine, Nino doesn't know the limits of his own body, and there are puppies and Aiba/Jun. Who's on crack, now?)
rating: R

( how long--?  )
And that concludes my spastic birthday post for Nino--if you never come back to my journal, I completely understand. :D REAL POST TOMORROW.

eta: OH MY GOD I HATE RICH TEXT SO MUCH

I seem to have written fic.

It's been a LOONG time, folks, but I suppose now that it's summer my writing gland wants to partay it up. Not only do I have two fics in the making (one in planning stages (a collab) and the other, an Ohmiya, a whopping 13 pages already), but I'm writing a short story that's not even close to being done at 20 pages. This is all Word, folks, 12 pt Times. And it's not like I started them in March and am picking them up again--I started the Ohmiya yesterday and the short story a few weeks ago. I never write thirteen pages in two days. I usually don't even write things that are thirteen pages, let alone twenty, single-spaced.

I have officially exploded.

Anyhow, I know you all came here for the fic, but since you're going to read that anyway I decided to ramble a bit. :)



title: Charmed (NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE TV SHOW. I wanted to name it 'Third Time's the Charm,' but whyjennifer  already has a fic named that, and I know it doesn't really matter but IT DOES TO ME. D:)
pairing: Koyato, a touch of RyoPi
genre: Y'all are mature. PG.
summary: It might have begun with a game of spin the bottle mixed with truth or dare--Shige doesn't really remember.
notes: This is, first and foremost, REALLY LATE ~*~*BIRTHDAY FIC*~*~ fic for saturnial  , who had requested, on her birthday spam post, comment spam and/or comment fic. But I was super duper late so I decided to make up for it by writing her this monstrous thing (that includes, on her vague request, 'Koyato fluff, awkward and inefficient, with Pi and Ryo on the side') that may merge on badfic (not kidding). However it is love- and fun-filled, I assure you of that. <333

ENJOY THE RIDE.

LAST ONE. This baby is actually slowing down my computer. Oi.


And, from November 1st - 30th, 2006, this is what I made of National Novel Writing Month.

TO BE CONTINUED?

....

Yes. Promise. :)))

WHAT. There is actually a word limit to LJ entries? Oh, the things I don't know!


:O

On to Part III, then.

(A happy late birthday to Tegonyan. You're twenty, baby, and legal, I guess--but in my heart you'll always be a fresh nineteen. Purr!)

On NaNo 2006:

I just realized that I did promise one or two of you that I would post my NaNo novel up. And seeing that it is a year later and I still haven't done it, I suppose now would be a good time. :) I thought I'd lost it, actually--it was on my thumb drive, and I left that in school last year, never to be found again--but it just showed up in My Documents and bam. It happened to be the updated version, the one last left on my late USB.

I love life.

This beast managed to reach 24,880 words and 43 pages, 12pt font, Times New Roman. Reading back on some bits, I think I'll finish it, just for the sake of the lovely whore I have created within its pages. Purchase is a doll. I'd be her best friend.

And so, the monster sleeps under the cut.

Yeah, I did just say 'the monster sleeps under the cut.'

(All typos, grammatical errors, and weird plot devices so mine. Also, all italics have gone missing in the transition from Word to LJ. Sorry about that, but please guess where they would go. *bows*)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY gun_powder_tea !
Well I didn't think I'd be able to call you today, and I knew you'd get on LJ sometime so HERE IT IS. I DID NOT FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY! (Incidentally it coincides with my friend's boyfriend's birthday, as well.) We can watch Ratasd;lfkds;lk if you want but we have to figure out when. AND THEN WE CAN WATCH HARRY POTTER EEEEEEEE!! But that is not until...well seven days from now. A WEEK FROM NOW OH GOD!

I have a pressie for you! But you won't be able to get it until we see each other. (The suspense!)

I'LL CALL BABY. WE'LL GO TO BORDERS.

KLATER.