Bunny Dreamer

Update?

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 13:46:20 GMT

I do indeed still exist. Have not posted here much because there's only one or two of you on my friends list I regularly talk to. Recent life updates and naughty fiction can be found at my Fur Affinity site http://www.furaffinity.net/user/pookarabbit/

Recent news... School is normal. Graduation in May. No job, looking for one once I graduate. Willing to go anywhere in the country, would like something that pays well enough I can get a nice multiple bedroom apartment and force some friends to live with me.

I recently had a story purchased and published in a legitimate magazine with a F/M spanking theme.

I have for the first time begun serious work on a novel, the genre is cyberpunk. A genre that is so awesome, it must be written in bold.

Gaming time is still most regularly spent in City of Heroes / City of Villains, though I haven't been able to devote much time to it lately.

Hmm...

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 15:16:18 GMT

Babyfurs have been making me feel weird lately. I love the cuddly little scamps, but I'm not one of them. And they always travel in packs.... Seriously, the roaming gangs of babyfurs scare me a little.

I suppose when I see an adult fur, there are so many possibilities that I just don't make any stereotype judgments. When I see a babyfur... well, I assume they want to be treated like a little kid. But then they don't act like a baby, so I change my mind... then I find out they like being treated like a baby even through they don't act like one.... That just gets confusing. Plus lately I've been using an old character that's about 95% my true fursona... I don't really like having to explain that I was a pooka long before I ever heard of the famous Softpaw duo, and they only embrace one version of the pooka legend. Also, I hate to say it, but males are just treated differently. I mean heck, Jill Singer is the star of her own cub yiff series, but on SecondLife no one ever questioned that her main desire was to make little ones just feel happy and safe. Anyone who has been with Jill that way knows they had to practically (often literally) beg for it! Yet just being male seems to make people think I'm after something I'm not. And then you got those babyfurs who are mommy and grandma, and mistress to several other babyfurs, all the while still being a babyfur themselves. How the heck is a sane adult supposed to treat that? "Do as I say! ... oh.. but it contradicts what your 3-year old mistress told you to do? uh... well... nevermind.... I'll go stand over here." Seriously, babyfurs. I love you. But WTF?! Maybe I should just force myself to hang out at the Conclave until it all makes sense again.

Oh well... That concludes this post. If you're wondering why I haven't updated this journal in forever, it's because I've been busy, other places, etc. etc. Even got a FurAffinity account finally set up.

I'm Overdue for an Update

Thu, 31 May 2007 23:56:04 GMT

Biggest news is that I got a job. Nothing fancy, just a minimum wage gig working at the local dollar store. Which as it turns out is pretty awesome. I've had two occurances already that some of you might find interesting. The first being that I saw Santa Claus. Seriously. I was at register and a jolly fat man with a big scraggily white beard and a big red t-shirt came through my line buying a bunch of toys. I don't care what anyone says, he was Santa.

Second event of interest... Dollar stores have some very interesting and awesome items. Right next to the register we have a display of children's gas masks. Real functional military gas masks. There are three crates, so that's eighty or so masks, and I think I'm going to end up buying most of them.

Started up City of Heroes again... still toying with my Villians on the Virtue server, but started some heroes on Justice because I've got some friends there.

Other than that, just the normal fun happy stuff. Don't talk to some people as much as I'd like to... Kanji. And tomorrow is the first of the month, so everyone remember that if the very first words you say are "Rabbit, rabbit" you'll have good luck for thirty days

I did this for my Writing Class

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 18:03:16 GMT

The Boy Who Cried Emo

Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away; there lived a young prince. The Prince had everything a young lad could want, but he was very unhappy. So like any unhappy young man, he started a LiveJournal in which he made a post every single day explaining just how unhappy he was. At first the people were very sad to learn that their beloved young Prince lived such a depressing life. They endeavored to cheer him up, and sent him all sorts of marvelous presents. Entertainers, jesters, and musicians were summoned from the entire kingdom just to try to cheer up the Prince. Yet for all their efforts the Prince never smiled once, and soon began to wear dark eyeliner. Eventually the people realized they could do nothing to cheer up the Prince and so they stopped sending gifts, and the entertainers returned to their homes. The Prince wrote in his LiveJournal about how everyone left him and nobody loved him, but by this point everyone stopped caring. The Prince began to do more and more drastic things to try and gain the attention and sympathy of his people. He pierced himself in odd places, and got a tattoo of a skull on his left butt cheek. Then one day his sister; the Princess came up to him and said "You're emo and nobody likes you." Then proceeded to kick her brother in the head. The people were glad to see the Prince kicked in the head, and the Prince decided he liked being emo, though he would never admit it; so they all lived happily ever after.

Snow

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 00:20:06 GMT

There was two or three feet of snow this morning.

Man I love this city!

Easter

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 18:17:49 GMT

Just because it is Easter and I am a bunny, does not make me the Easter Bunny. I am also not made of candy, so please do not try biting off my ears.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPb0po2jzfg

NSFW but Cute!

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 20:41:55 GMT

I was looking at a few old files and came across this. It's a story I wrote on a message board a couple years back because someone said she was bored, so I decided to tell a story! It's cute, moderatly kinky, and not to be taken seriously at all. It is rated naughty though, so any cubs caught reading it are in big trouble!

MITTENS
Pixie Hunter

Patience... that was the key... Patience and stealth... there were two keys... a spool of mint flavored dental floss and a butterfly net... four keys... four keys to success... Four keys possessed by our heroine Mittens; the world famous pixie hunter.

It was a day like any other in the Enchanted Meadow, where little pixies come out to play. It was in this thick grass Mittens had hidden herself, waiting for the magical twilight that would lure pixies out from their hidden groves. Her fur was dyed green and brown to help her blend in the tall grass. Her tail was poised and ready, her triangular ears twitching as her kitty senses alerted her to the first fairy's approach...

Ginger, the poor little pixie was on her way to invite her best friends to a game of Fairyball. She was even wearing her brand new running shorts, the kind that hugged her curves just the right amount. She was caught totally unaware by the sudden battle-purr, the swing of the net, and the feeling of being lifted upside down and carried away.

Mittens purred with glee, she had a successful catch on her very first pounce of the night! Only an expert pixie hunter with all four keys to success could pull that off! Fairies and magical critters scattered in all directions, chased off from their spots in the grass as the catling bounded away with her catch, carrying the helpless pixie off to her Hidden Catcave of Secret Molestation...

The Hidden Catcave of Secret Molestation was a state of the art mysterious cavern equipped with all the new tools and toys a pixie hunter needs to extract the precious pixie juice. To Mittens, they were just everyday tools of the trade. But to poor frightened Ginger, every bench looked like a torture table, and ever instrument seemed like a horrific device meant to skin her alive and craft her skin into a pair of gloves, rather than just harmlessly extract her precious pixie juice.

"Meow" Mittens said, opening the conversation in a very typical feline way. "You're a pretty fairy, mywwaaaa. Smooth and athletic, mew, you're pixie juice will fetch a great price!" And with that, she reached her furry paw into the net and lifted Ginger up by her legs.

"No! No! Let me go! I'll do anything! Don't eat me! Look there's a dog, you hide, I'll distract it! Honest! No! Let me go!" Ginger wiggled and squirmed, pleading to be let go, frantically calling upon her pixie powers to spark the catling with a jolt of electricity. But of course, being a professional pixie hunter, Mitten's fur was shock resistant and she didn't even notice the attempt.

She was ignoring the pleas for mercy entirely, and didn't even notice them stop when she flashed her kitty claws. She pulled the pixie onto her special workbench underneath the big magnifying glass, holding Ginger down she slipped a single claw under the elastic waistband of her shorts, letting her cold claw brush against the crevice of Ginger's ass and tore the cloth in one quick motion. A second paw swipe and the pixie was left in nothing but a tattered shirt that slipped down to expose one perky green breast.

Ginger looked up at the big menacing kitty face, desperately clinging to the tatters of her clothing. Her jaw dropped, her whole body quivering with fear as she saw what was coming next... Mittens stood above her, the mint dental floss in her paws, her lips curled up in a cruel chesire grin....

The adventures of....

MITTENS
Pixie Hunter
Part 2

(Warning, contains adult content. Rated M for molestation.)

Ginger found herself helpless and completely at the catling's mercy. Her arms were bound behind her back with the dental floss, wrapping around again and again, mummifying her from wrists to elbows. Then she felt a pinch on her left wing, then her right. Mittens was attaching small clamps, and anchoring them on little chains connected to the work desk, pinning her like a butterfly.

The sound of snapping rubber cut through the sudden silence. Mittens dressed herself in her white lab coat, safety goggles, and a pair of disposable latex gloves to cover her fuzzy wuzzy paws. She adjusted the magnifying glass, lowering it into position to give her an exploded view of the little pixie's squirming legs.

For a pixie, Ginger was well stacked. Her firm breasts seemed constrained under the tattered remains of her shirt, one green nipple exposed, rising and falling with her rapid breaths. Her tummy was flat and well defined. Long slender sexy legs with a beautiful little mound between them.

Our heroine made a few quick knots and loops with the dental floss, and soon had the pixie's legs lifted up in the air and spread to show her smooth round ass and tiny fairy sex. "No! Stop! What are you doing?"

Mittens didn't bother to respond to Ginger. She was just a pixie after all, not like a real person. Besides, it should be obvious to anyone that she was getting ready to extract the precious pixie juice.

Ginger looked up, her eyes wide with fear, struggling against her bonds to no avail. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and couldn't help herself from wondering what the catgirl was going to do with that long thin metal pole...

This was the part Mittens loved the most! Her fuzzy little ears twitched in anticipation of that special little noise. She moved the probe forward nice and slow, letting the round metal tip just barely brush against the pixie's slit. "EEEEEEEK!" Some pixie hunters like to warm their pixie juice extractors before putting them to use, but our heroine liked to keep hers in ice water, just to hear that special little noise pixies make.

Ginger flexed and wiggled as much as she could manage with her bonds; arching her back, twisting her hips to try and avoid the freezing metal touch on her most sensitive of parts. It was no use, and her humiliating treatment was only just beginning. Her lungs filled with a sharp gasp of air as she felt another cold touch, a pair of tweezers pressing against her, sneaking into her slit, and spreading out her pussy lips, exposing the delicious green folds of her love flower.

Mittens adjusted the glass, giving her a magnified view of the pixie's folds. This was the tricky part, a pixie hunter had to be very careful when extracting the precious pixie juice. The end of the probe was smooth and round, but fairys are soft squishy creatures, if she slipped and moved too hard, too fast, she'd be left with a useless pixie-ka-bob. So she moved very gently with practiced hands. The round end of the probe slowly circling the fairy's entrance, getting her to relax so she could extract her pixie juice. Patience is key to a successful pixie hunter.

The little green fey bit her lower lip, her eyes still open with shock. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. One minute she was floating over a path she'd crossed a hundred times before, off to play pixieball with her friends. The next minute she was kidnapped and strapped to a table, her most private and special spot reduced to a catoy for some fuzzy creature's twisted desires.... and it felt so good!

The catling flexed the tweezers slowly, making them close and open the pixie's nether lips, nice and stretchy. She moved the probe down between them, the cool metal warming against Ginger's body heat. She very slowly pressed it inside her folds, patiently testing for any resistance before slipping it in deeper.

Ginger tried to resist, did her best to wiggle against the oral hygienic product that kept her bound to the table. Despite her best efforts, a tiny moan escaped her lips, and her body gave in. Letting herself fall limp, her eyes half-closed, one breast still exposed to the catlings malicious gaze. She forced herself to one final act of defiance, lifting her head to stare straight down between her legs, the metal probe easing it's way deeper into her love canal. "Traitor!" She screamed at her own sex, then laid back and let out another moan. The blame safely placed, she could enjoy it now. That's how horny pixie minds work!

Mittens worked the probe inside the delicate little pixie cunt. Feeling it get more slick around the metal pole; that was a good sign. She twisted it in her fingers, twirling it around again and again, making the little bulb at the tip roll inside Ginger's honey pot, massaging her inner walls as it began to move in and out, pumping like a cock inside her.

The fairy screamed out, letting the lust overtake her. She arched her hips, lifting her shapely ass into the air, pushing herself against the probe as it moved inside her. Feeling it deeper inside her moist inner walls than any normal pixie appendage could go. She felt a sudden ease on her nether lips as the tweezers pulled away, no longer stretching her wide open. Ginger breathed a little gasp, trying to free her arms again, wishing she could rub her own breasts. Her green nipples were already hard, and it felt almost painful as the tattered cloth of her shirt brushed against her exposed tender flesh.

The catling adjusted her safety goggles, watching the magnified image of the little pixie rocking her hips against the probe. It was going well, with a bit of luck this would be a real quick one. Mittens decided to speed up the process. She touched the end of the tweezers just above the probe, lightly pokeing at the soft flesh until she found what she was looking for. A few gentle caresses of the warming metal against her hood, and Ginger's clit was standing out, ready for attention.

The tiny pixie body quivered on the table, shaking her shimmering glittery dust all over. Feeling the bulbous head of the probe moving in and out of her in long strokes, and then the sudden pinch on her delicate little love button pushing her over the edge. Ginger's hips bucked wildly, moaning and writhing with pleasure as her pixie juice began to leak out in a gentle trickle.

Mittens was right there, the probe replaced with a little collection disc, scooping up the precious pixie juice. Her teeth showed in a wide kitty grin, lifting the shimmering liquid to the light so she could inspect it. It was a good quality, and would certainly fetch a good price. "Another job well done! Myaaaa."

Once the pixie juice was properly bottled and stored, Mittens cut Ginger free and casually tossed her out the window. Adhering to the strict catch and release program that kept pixies healthy and happy to be caught another day.

Epilogue

Mittens sold the pixie juice extracted for the day and made a big wad of cash. Which she used to impress other catgirls and lure them into her bed for cute fuzzy sex.

Ginger never got to play pixieball that night. She spent the rest of the day in the comfort of her own fairy home, masturbating furiously to lewd images of catlings she found on the internet.

Update

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 18:54:44 GMT

Yay, an update!

Yet I have nothing to say.

Been thinking about hanging out in the Ventrillo chat again. Does everyone still talk about nothing but WoW there?

Verbal Seduction

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 00:23:36 GMT

It's that time again! A magazine at my university called Verbal Seduction is accepting submissions again. They mostly do crappy poems and emo photography, but there's a few short pieces of fiction too. I'm thinking of writing something for it, but not drawing a lot of inspiration just now. I have until March 9th to come up with something if I decide I want to. I did submit a story last year, but they turned it down even though I did my best to make it lame and semi-poetic. I'll post that one here if anyone is bored enough to read it.

Devil's Dance Floor

It wasn't like me to be at a club like this. The lights flashed, the music blared, and the tequila didn't help my headache. I'd never been to this club before. I wasn't twenty-one, and didn't have one of those classy fake IDs. So I always turned them down when the guys invited me. They only invited me out of pity anyway. They were all younger than me. I thought it was supposed to be hard to drink while underage? Weren't the newspapers full of stories about police raiding bars and arresting college students by the dozen?

Maybe it's just an excuse. I've been told I'm anti-social. I don't think so, but it might be true. I just didn't want to start drinking until I turned twenty-one. I would never do drugs. Between you and me, maybe I always thought I was a little better than everyone else. I obeyed the rules when they didn't. I never fell into peer pressure. I follow the rules; that makes me the rebel, doesn't it?

I saw my brother drunk once. It was at one of the few parties I'd ever been to, and as the tagalong little brother I wasn't exactly fitting in. You hear about kids cracking their heads open by diving in the shallow end of the pool, but no one thinks that ever really happens. I'll never forget the sight of that red fog in the chlorine waters. His drunken friends didn't know what to do, but somehow medical science patched him back together. Nearly drowned and he still drinks. Moron.

Everyone needs to escape. Maybe I wanted to fit in. But I couldn't compromise my ideals. Not in front of someone I knew, anyway. So I went to a club with flashing lights and blaring music. I ordered a drink even though I was only twenty. I thought tequila tasted bad, and cost far too much.

I watched the other people dance. I wasn't a good dancer. At least, that's what I said. The truth is; I'd never danced at all. In high school I said school dances were just a ploy for the school to rake in overpriced ticket money from the students. I never had a date. I was never brave enough to ask anyone.

I was dressed in an old leather jacket, and new leather sneakers. She was dressed in leather shorts and a top that would make Britney Spears blush. I looked at her; she smiled at me.

She smiled at me. Her lips were painted black to match the darkness in her eyes. I saw knowledge in her features. Not knowledge of science and computers and modern art; she had a knowledge I was unfamiliar with, but I recognized it all the same.

"Dance with me."

I told her I didn't know how. She said learn. I was pulled to my feet and whisked to another world. The lights flashed, the music blared, I danced. I danced like I never danced before. I had never danced before. Under her dark gaze I learned to convulse my limbs to a rhythm I had never known.

Her body was next to mine. I could feel the heat of her flesh as she worked her moves. All eyes were on her. Her eyes were only on me. I followed her movements with a grace I never knew I possessed. The wild thrashing, the pounding, the stomping; it was a barbaric display of purified nature.

Did my ancestors dance ten thousand years ago as I danced now? Was it a part of my genes? I had found my muse, and she was the devil herself. We made love to the music, and made love to each other. It was not a love I had ever known. It was lust, pure and untempered. A bestial and savage passion, not the romance I had always imagined it would be.

The dark eyed goddess was a whole world in of herself. I wanted to worship her, to stand in fear and awe of her powers of the flesh. I saw all their drunken leers and envious glares. I could not worship her as the others did. The devil had chosen me above all others, and all others were jealous. I embraced the sin.

Her hips ground against mine, her black fingernails trailing down my spine. Her spirit intoxicated my own and gave fuel to my movements. Our bodies convulsed together in an electric embrace. We were bound in the boundless; reality was replaced by the surreal. Her dark eyes met mine blue. Our lips touched. I tasted the blackness and reveled in it.

Our bodies connected and moved as one, our souls connected in the same bestial passion. My hands found her hips, her lips found my neck. The temptress, the seductress, the Goddess of Lust had chosen me. I savored her choice as she savored the flesh of my throat. I felt her white teeth, but not the pinch. There was no pain; there could never be pain with the dark eyed goddess.

Red met white and black. My life's blood; not stolen but freely given. She feasted ravenously devouring my essence, but I felt no weaker. My former self was no more. I had tasted the fruits of passion and offered myself in exchange. The vixen pulled away, her lips painted red with my own blood. There was a great cheer. I was one of them now; a creature of the night, a being of passion, a monster of sin and flesh. At last, I had found humanity.

Thank you, my dark eyed Goddess.

Somnus

Mon, 08 Jan 2007 20:53:32 GMT

So normally I make it a point not to dream about people I know. It makes things ackward sometimes. But this one was kinda cute, so I thought I'd share.

It started off with a typical group of villians, the corporate Lex Luther types, and for some reason they figured out bombing the city would make them a whole bunch of money. I'm just kind of walking down the street when the bombing starts, so I hop into the nearest building, which happens to be the basement of some old lady's house. There are three people there, but two are just shapeless blobs at this point, placeholders while I focus on the third figure, who naturally is the old lady. She's out of groceries, so I offer to go pick some up for her. At this point, the two shapeless blobs turn into noneother than Kahncub and BabySaya. So the three of us march off to a grand adventure, and all seems well until I cross a street and realize I'm alone. Back on the other side of the street is Kahn shouting "Wait! I'm not brave enough to cross the street yet!" Super cute. So I make her brave. I'm not sure how exactly. But the dream did point out if a cub made of rubber happened to be hit by a car, she'd just bounce around a lot and be fine. So she crosses the street, and then BabySaya is about to come over too, when a big scary steamroller comes rolling up the street. It's one of those giant scary cartoonish things too, totally an evil vehicle. Obviously sent by the villians to prevent us from getting groceries for Granny. So my response is to wonder what the heck a steamroller is doing on an obviously already paved and well maintained street. In my sensible dream state, I figure it really isn't that much of an obstacle, since we just have to wait for it to pass and then all of us can come to the same side of the street and be on our way. Instead, BabySaya attacks it.

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing with the image stuck in my head of a rubberform BabySaya lunging at the front windshield of a huge gothic steamroller, claws and fangs bared, and the most feral look in her eyes I've ever seen.

Yay!

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 19:03:05 GMT

Checked my grades... I passed everything! Yay!

Tease.

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 19:32:54 GMT

My snow is gone.

Just Stuff

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 09:41:43 GMT

Moved Friday to spend Winter Break with my parents. I'd like to get a job while I've got the time off, but I don't really see that happening, and I haven't been very motivated. I was actually off to a fairly nice start at the begining of the semster, but now with finals and everything over, I'm still waiting for my grades, but I'm expecting lots of D's. As long as I pass, good enough... if I fail math again... that's big time suck.

Lately my mind has been scattered. I just can't seem to focus on one thought consistantly. So I've kind of been cocooning up in solitude and acomplishing nothing the last week or so. I've got a month before the next semester starts, I really should force myself to write. I sure could use someone to cuddle with right now.

In more cheerful news, it snowed today! I was really worried I might have to suffer through my first non-white Christmas. Evem the year I was visiting relatives in the desert, there was a random blizard just in time for the holiday. I've always loved snow. Maybe I'll find an excuse to go outside and play in it.

I had to post it

Sat, 02 Dec 2006 01:01:33 GMT

Isn't it fun when a webquiz gets it dead on?

Update!

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 19:47:25 GMT

I'm back online for anyone who didn't notice yet. Pretty darn busy though. There's only one week of classes left before finals. That leaves me at one math test, four history essays, one english essay... actually I guess that's it. Not so bad. Need to do a lot of studying for finals though.

So they broke a gas main on campus today. Right next to my dad's office, I ran into him on the street as they were evacuating the building, so I got the whole story. Pretty cool. They actually still have the area evacuated as of my writing this, and I am safely at my apartment about a mile or so away. Haven't heard an explosion yet though, so I think it'll be okay.

Tomorrow is December 1st! Remember that if the very first thing you say at the start of the new month is "rabbit rabbit" you'll have good luck for the entire month!

Crud...

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 00:36:52 GMT

So I came home from class tonight and turned on my computer. Noticed it was taking a while for my IM services to connect... So I clicked around a bit and realized I wasn't connecting to the internet... Opened up my web browser and got redirected to the university's security page. Aparantly my machine has been quarantined from accessing the web because some copyright infringment was detected in the distribution of certain files...

Anyway, I'm at a computer lab now but I won't really get to be online for a little bit. Tomorrow evening at the earliest. Now if something like this were brought up to a court of law, a first time offender could face up to 5 years in prison and/or a fine of $250,000 per file transferred... Just mentioning that in case I'm not heard from for a while.

I'm not worried though, I know exactly how it actually works. I just need to go to the help desk and sign a paper saying I was a naughty bunny and will never do it again. My only worry from this is that the incident was timestamped as occuring on October 22nd... Now I'm not saying another incident did or did not occur, but it'd be a real pain if they decided to mark me for a second offence that occured before they gave the first warning.

Do as I say, not as I do!

Thanksgiving

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 05:49:39 GMT

Yup, at parents' house for Thanksgiving. One of my brothers lives in Arizona, the other was visiting some place out of state, so it was just me, mom, dad, and two doggies. I forgot to bring home my empty peanutbutter jars for the doggies too.. oh well, next time.

Had a pretty small dinner actually. Turky, potatoes, corn, ice cream. Was yummy.

High point of the day was I actually got some writing done! Yay! I haven't done that in a while. Cute little story about a muse personified as a furry. I'll try to get it finished fairly soon.

I am thankful.... for all the basics; life, family, friends, love, the internet, porn, individuality, creativity, television, puppies, corruption, Kanji, cookies and milk, MMORPGs, music, magic, twizlers, self gratification, Microsoft, plushies, RPGs, webcomics, pirates, etc.

School

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 18:37:05 GMT

Started to look into picking my classes for next semester. The only thing on my list that even looked vaguely interesting was ETS Reading Gender and Sexuality.. So of course the class is full already and I can't get in. I sent an email to the professor requesting admission to the advanced fiction workshop class, but I'm probably too late for that too since only a few seats are reserved for full time students. Even the sociology class I was going to sign up for is full. And this is the first time I actually tried signing up for classes the first week I was able too!

Oh well. Guess I can look forward to a boring semester of math, geology, and introduction to speech and hearing disorder. Yuck.

Speaking of geology and math, I think I failed my last test in both those classes. Go me!

Weekend

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 22:49:48 GMT

So I got to have some fun over the weekend. Saturday was the Vampire LARP I ST for. We decided to bring in the sire of the most powerful Malkavian NPC in game, so the new one is naturally the most scary crazy powerful vampire NPC ever seen in six years of game, and I get to play him! Used mental powers to make a lot of people crazy, and did quite a bit to advance the plot, I won't get into it though unless asked. I'm proud of the players too, they're really starting to be devious manipulative pricks, and that's what the game is all about! I just wish more of them would send in character histories so we can gear more personalized plots towards them.

Sunday I kind of chilled out and watched a bunch of movies. Finally got to see Fun with Dick and Jane, which I've wanted to since the previews came out. Didn't do any of the studying I meant to, so I'm gonna sit here with my math book open until I fall asleep.

Sleep Good.

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 06:50:21 GMT

1:30 in the morning... barely done any studying at all for my test tomorrow... today... Guess I'll get started on that in a minute. So tomorrow gonna do that test, then go to my parent's house to dogsit for the weekend, so probably won't be online much. Gotta prepare some plot for the LARP and then focus on homework.

Isn't it odd that I never get anything done because I'm so busy?

Ninja Journal!

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 02:44:39 GMT

Salutations!

This is my seceret ninja journal. Mostly for my furry friends I know almost exclusivly from the internet who won't judge no matter what. So I'll do all the crazy random stuff you see on every journal, give a deep meaningful rant now and then, maybe an emo post or two, and I'm thinking I might even stick up some of my short stories here.

Okay, that's the mission statement, now it's time to play with my journal appearance!