Abstract Abyss

Life's a bitch.

- Tuesday, April 29, 2003 -- 08:44 p.m. -

I'm so smart, one day I'll rule the world! ^_^

Whoop-Dee!!!

I'm from Ravenclaw!
Hogwart's Sorting Hat Quiz
made by The Genki Gang

- Wednesday, April 23, 2003 -- 10:05 p.m. -

If it doesn't fit, force it; if it breaks, it needed replacement anyway.

I'm recklessly happy!

Well, sort of. I have an essay due on Friday, but I have to finish it by tomorrow night if I'm going to have it checked by the university writing center. It's a requirement to have our essays checked by the writing center. And since the center doesn't open until 10:00 am, and my English class is at 8:30, there is no way I can finish the essay last minute on Thursday and still go to the writing center... blah, blah, blah...

Sucks. I used to be so happy just writing a bunch of BS and then turning it in, hoping for the best.

But anyway, let's get to why I'm so recklessly happy. ^_^

I've, on my own, defeated two of the bosses in Zelda: Windwaker. I got the three pearls and I'm on my way into the Tower of the Gods now. Then I can go and fight Ganon... and end up getting my butt kicked again and have it explained that I have to assemble the Triforce shards... We already finished the game, but I'm playing my own file now and I've been doing everything on my own.

Aside from that, I've developed a love and interest for Duel Monsters, courtesy of Yugi-Oh! Dueling cards. I have the Joey Starter deck which is probably the weakest deck available. Big Brother, Coolblue has the Yugi Starter deck and Bodyguard has the Pegasus Starter deck (the strongest, undefeatable deck). Guess what? I defeated him with my weak deck.

^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^

I'm really getting into the game. So... it's a good thing that Bodyguard called it quits or I'd still be playing and I wouldn't be able to get any of my homework done, ie, write my essay.

I also have to start my research paper, read the chapters over evolution for Biology... and do something for Psychology. As for Chemistry, since the professor screwed up on our exam on Friday, we're retaking a similar exam tomorrow. No need to worry since the questions will be fairly the same.

Only another three weeks left and I'll be free... until June 9th, cause I'm taking summer class. Public Speaking... bleh... ick... yuck... -_-

- Tuesday, April 22, 2003 -- 07:06 p.m. -

An Assault on the Senses
by akscully
Category: Harry Potter
Rate: PG
Genre: Romance/Humor
Ron was sick and tired of them dancing around. He was going to end it by any means necessary. Poor Harry and Hermione.

One of the best H/H fics I've read so far. Notice, it's not the best Harry Potter fic I've read, just the best Harry/Hermione fic I've read.

Anyway, the summary doesn't do it justice, no offense to the author, since I know how hard it is to write a summary in few words. But anyway, what this all comes up to is, Ron plays matchmaker and teams up with so dubbed "The Team" consisting of our favorite Gryffindors: Lavender, Parvati, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Neville... (I soooo wished that the Weasley twins would be in this, it would have been sooooooo good!! But they weren't so... eh, what can you do?)

This fic was humorous, very humorous. Watch out for maniacal!Ron and not so innocent!Ginny. It actually gets kind of draggy toward the end, but that's because the whole declaration-of-love-sappy-romance-scenes are a pain to write. I understand that so well.

The greatest triumph of the day, however, came when, upon returning to the Tower after dinner, Hermione gave the password, the painting swung towards them and Harry put his hand on the small of her back to usher her forward. The Team watched in amazement as Harry’s fingers gripped the bottom of Hermione’s jumper, pulled it up a bit and then trailed quickly across her exposed skin. Hermione stiffened a bit, but neither made any comment and both went into the common room.

There was a sort of collective strangled gasp that came from the Team, who stopped dead at the entrance. They stared at the spot Hermione and Harry had just occupied. No one said a word for a few moments. Lavender made an incoherent noise. Parvati whimpered softly. “Did…did he just…Harry pulled…he touched…what…what just happened?” Seamus finally managed.

“Harry just felt her up,” Dean whispered, awed by what he had just witnessed.

“It’s like my world just turned upside down,” Ginny muttered. “Right and wrong have no meaning. Black is white and white is black. Harry just groped Hermione!”

“Well, honestly, he hardly groped her,” Lavender pointed out. “He just--”

“Hiked up her sweater and deliberately touched her skin,” Parvati interrupted. “He didn’t grope, but he definitely felt her up. Stop trying to ruin the moment.”

“I’m just saying we shouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves!” Lavender retorted hotly. “He touched her back; he didn’t grab her and shag in the middle of the Great Hall!”

Seamus shook his head. “If I tried that with Hermione, she would have hexed me into next year, if she could get her wand out before Harry. That’s of course assuming he had decided to not bypass the magical option completely and just beat me with his bare hands. No, that was a clear-cut move that Harry made and Hermione didn’t mind it at all,” he said definitively.

Dean sniffed and wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “Our Harry’s growing up and becoming a man!”

Parvati looked crossly at him. “And what would you know about becoming a man?”

After standing stock still for the entire duration of the conversation, Ron’s eye twitched. Then he began to cackle. And cackle. And cackle. The rest of the Team looked on in concern and a bit of terror as Ron laughed and rubbed his hands together, but he paid them no mind. Everything was falling into place. They were finally giving into their hormones. Declarations of true love were not far behind, he was sure of it.

He was going to be free. Gloriously free!

- Monday, April 14, 2003 -- 02:19 p.m. -

I'm really starting to drive myself crazy.

We just beat the newest Zelda game and I decided that it was easy as hell! That was when I decided I wanted to write a fanfiction about it. Lots, and I mean A LOT of ideas flew through my head at top speed. Only two ideas remained and then finally one. The first idea was dismissed very quickly. I wanted to retell the whole game from the moment that Links sister wakes him up on the watchtower at the beginning before the journey begins, all the way to when Ganon acquires all three pieces of the Triforce, but ends up losing to Link and Zelda in a last battle (the battle was awesome). However, when I retell anything, I have to have all of the details and I usually end up butchering the storyline really badly. So... I decided that I wouldn't retell the game in words, because to do so I would need to play the whole game over again and THAT is just too much work for a fanfic.

Thus, I decided on writing my own Legend of Zelda adventure for the near future. But that's as far as my idea goes and the next thing I know, I'll completely forget about it. So... let's just forget I mentioned that at all, okay? ^_~

Aside from that, I've also begun brainstorming ideas for a Lily/James fic. It's supposed to be two parts romance, one part humor, and one part stupid. I figure it's going to be stupid. So... let's forget I mentioned this one too. Okay? Heh... ^^'

I'm pathetic.

I got pissed at my brother because he wouldn't take his homework seriously. I'll call him Infect, cause that's what his Bodyguard (my other brother- the comp genius one- calls him). I should be so worked up about Infect not doing his homework, but the fact remains that when he doesn't finish his homework, Ani gets in trouble.

So I tried everything I could to help him. Taught him two strategies. Both times, all he said was "I don't know." I was finally fed up with him and started going crazy. I was shrieking, I know I was. But when you're frustrated...

Besides, I don't understand what he didn't get about what I was teaching him. Then again, I AM in college. Maybe I should clear up what I say.

On the other hand, the whole time, all he would do is stare at the paper. And I've seen that look he had. I know that look! It's the same look I have on my face. The same faraway look that I have when I'm either lazy or frustrated to the point that I just don't want to do the homework. Then I'll just stare at the paper, getting even more furious with it because the answers aren't popping up on command. The only thoughts going through your head at that moment are, "I don't know how to do this stupid stuff!" Then the rest is just a bunch of gibberish because you can't think straight.

I always end up slamming my book shut and chucking it across the room, hoping it would shatter when it made contact with the wall... or better yet, hit someone in the face. I always have malicious desires when I'm overly frustrated with something.

- Sunday, April 13, 2003 -- 10:37 p.m. -

I just checked my email today and actually received two reviews for fanfiction that I haven't updated for over a year. Actually, one of them, I hadn't updated, but the other is already completed.

The first was Pride and Love of which I specifically posted on my author's page that I would not be completing. The other was my short and sappy Henry/Rika romance for the New Years thing. I enjoy receiving good reviews-- they make me happy, and that is why I've been working hard to figure out how to finish Midnight Fox so the rest of the world can see what I've got planned for them. I apologize for the delay-- college is very tiring.

As for the other review I recieved, I found very amusing. It was for Pride and Love and apparently, this person found it necessary to swear at me for being a "Koumi hater." Whatever he/she meant by that. I found that review rather amusing, because:

1) It was an anonymous review given on chapter one.
2) I am not a Koumi hater.
3) I have never mentioned that I am a Koumi hater.
4) What the hell?!! I never dis on anyone else for preferring certain couples over the other. For instance, litecrystal is in love with the Harry/Draco combination while I'm strictly Harry/Hermione. It doesn't bother me and I don't make crude comments about it because everyone has their own opinions and likes and dislikes. I do not mind a fair bit of criticism... when it comes to my writing NOT my preferences.
5) I haven't even updated in a year!! I don't want the very first review I receive after I've been absent from FF.Net for so long to be a stupid comment about me being a "Koumi hater" just because I don't write about them.

Okay. My apologies because that was overreaction to something stupid. I've received horrible reviews before, but today, I just wasn't in the mood. It's only ten thirty in the morning and I'm already pooped, tired out and I want to go home. It's drizzling outside, it's colder than hell frozen over and I have tons of homework I should be doing. Receiving the stupidest bit of criticism I've ever gotten was probably the worst to happen to me today.

I'll be better once lunch rolls around and I've had my chocolate.

- Tuesday, April 8, 2003 -- 09:19 a.m. -

We have enough youth, how about a fountain of SMART?

James Potter and the Year of Chasing
by Ashfae
Category: Harry Potter
Rate: PG-13
Genre: General/Romance
James Potter has just started his sixth year at Hogwarts. He's looking forward to exploring the school, playing Quidditch, and causing as much trouble as humanly (or inhumanly) possible. But Lily Evans might be more trouble than he's bargained for...

Very good Marauder interaction here, although it does seem as if James is a little shallow at points. Aside from that, very good fic:

James whirled about to see Sirius pounding down the hallway, grinning broadly. “Took you long enough,” he said reproachfully.

“That’s gratitude. Next time you can brew your own distraction. Let me watch; I’d love to see you melt your cauldron through the table again.”

James glowered. “That was four years ago!”

“Your point?”

“Sod off, Sirius, and hand it over. Time’s running short.”

“Take it easy, Prongs.” Sirius handed a small bottle to James. “Here. Just pour it on the ground. There’ll be smoke enough to attract a dragon, and after a few seconds it’ll mesmerize anyone in the area.” He looked smug. “Invented that bit over the summer; been dying for a chance to try it out.”

“It sounds excellent, but are you sure it’ll work? If those Slytherins aren’t good and distracted--“

“They will be. Have I ever let you down?”

“No.” James grinned suddenly, and clasped his friend’s arm. “Thanks, Padfoot. How long will the mesmer last?”

“About ten minutes. It has a range of about ten metres, so be sure you’re away before it starts, and don’t look at the smoke even if you are out of range. Here, use this bit of wire here to attach the bottle to Peter. You’ll have to open it for him, though.”

“That’s not a problem.” James held up the small bottle. The liquid inside was clear; it could easily have been water. “You’re not having me on, are you?” he said with sudden suspicion. “It’d be quite the trick, to leave me and Peter surrounded by Slytherins.”

Sirius grinned. “It would, but I’m not about to give Snape the satisfaction of catching you breaking rules. It’d make him far too happy. If you ever decide to raid the Hufflepuff dorms, then you should worry about sabotage. That’s really it, James. It’ll start reacting when it comes into contact with the air, so keep the bottle shut until you're ready.”

“Right.” James pocketed the bottle and looked around the Great Hall. It was filled nearly to bursting; each of the giant tables was crowded with students. Dinner was at its high point; this would be his best chance. “We’ll meet you and Remus in the tower afterwards. Save some food for us.”

“Marauding is a hungry business,” Sirius said solemnly.

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Bane of the MacBoons proved sufficiently interesting to distract James, and it certainly made the Quintaped essay a breeze to write. By the time his stomach had given up gentle suggestion and started demanding dinner outright, James was two feet into his own essay and feeling quite cheerful. He and Remus exited the library arguing over whether it was possible to capture a Quintaped, and what one would look like if it were transformed back into a human.

But metaphysical speculation takes a poor second place to fried chicken when you’re sixteen, and the discussion was forgotten as soon as they entered the Great Hall. Sirius and Peter were already seated at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly. “What’s happening, lads?” James asked as he flung himself onto the bench beside them and attacked a plate of drumsticks. He glanced casually at the other end of the table; Lily was sitting where she’d been that morning. She was talking to a third-year James didn’t recognize, and looked amused.

“Peter and I,” Sirius announced solemnly, “have had a brilliant idea.”

“Oh Merlin, not another one,” Remus groaned, reaching for the potatoes.

“No, listen, this is good,” Peter said excitedly. “We’re going to hold a poker tournament. A massive one, in the Gryffindor common room, on Hallowe’en. We want everyone involved.”

“Count me out,” James said around a mouth full of chicken.

Peter looked surprised. “Why?”

“Because you, my dear Doctor Wormtail, can count cards, while Sirius can outwit even the most sneaky anti-cheating spell. I’ve played poker with you before, remember? I like my money where it is, thanks all the same.”

“Ah, but that’s one of the good bits,” Sirius smirked. “We won’t be playing for money.”

“What then?”

Peter held up a hand and started counting down fingers. “Dragon Snaps, Licorice Wands, Fudge Flies, Choc-O-Balls…”

Remus eyed at the pair of them shrewdly. “In short, your brilliant plan is to use a poker tournament to steal everyone’s Hallowe’en sweets.”

“That’s it,” Sirius confirmed. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s sneaky, unscrupulous, and devilish, and the whole of Gryffindor House will be out for your blood if they realize your true motives.” Remus grinned broadly. “Sounds fun. After the Hallowe’en Feast, then?”

Also, Wolfsbane and Silver has been updated and apparently Mop Head will be changing to Elwing Alcyone or something like that. Keep an eye out for the switch. I'm going to.

- Sunday, April 6, 2003 -- 12:32 a.m. -