Jindal needs to be taught the facts of life. Also, remember remember.

Also, he needs to SHUT UP BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO WRITE A NOVEL HERE, but mostly he needs to be taught the facts of life.

Word count: 13779

Two things happened today. Well, more than two things, I suppose.
First of all, it was the fifth. As is fitting I wore black. Yuck. Remember remember, the fifth of November... did you know we the L fans adopted that? Yes, I am fairly certain that we did.
It was the first day of the new quarter. I am now in R.G.'s English class! Also in Elements and Principles of Design. Gah. Can we get to the DRAWING bit already? This is boring!
ALSO WHITE THINGS FELL FROM THE SKY. NOT VERY MANY WHITE THINGS, BUT DEFINITELY WHITE THINGS. It is only the fifth of November. T_____T Why should snow fall from the sky now?
Finally, Jindal and his Twili history are preying on my mind. Jindal revealed to me yesterday that he is very fond of Dawdon. Very fond. In fact he's saying that Dawdon is his beloved. This is a problem; Dawdon is male. Jindal is male. Midna is supposed to be Jindal's greatgreatgreatgreat etc granddaughter.
SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE.
Several times I have told Jindal that in order for this all to work out, he has to express interest in someone who HAS A WOMB. *shakes head wearily* Look, I know that Dawdon is dear to you, but... this just doesn't work, darling.
Anyway, here's what I have so far, continuing from an earlier entry, I think... Twilight Princess spoilers, of course.
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Consciousness came back to me slowly. You… have never felt being a spirit, correct? We all did that day. It was like being only half-there, like having pieces of your soul break off and disintegrate. I was unwilling to move, even when I had regained full consciousness, and instead I stayed lying where I was. I, the prince of my people. I didn’t yet know I would soon be their ruler, but still, I could have been stronger.

I did not get up until a man came running up to me.

I had seen him before. He was one of the strongest warriors of our tribe, and father had commended him once or twice.

“Prince,” he said to me, looking anxiously into my face, “there is something I must show you. Come with me.”

He offered me his hand to help me up, and I stared at it for a moment. Pathetically, I did not want to get up. I just wanted to lie around until I felt better, and if I never felt better then I was fine with staying where I was until I died.

But he said “Prince, please,” and grasped my arm, half-forcing me to stand. So I went with him.

Around me, things looked strange. The light seemed… uncertain of itself, if that makes any sense at all. It seemed dirty, hazy. The sky was a strange color. When I looked around, it seemed that the land we stood on was an island, floating in… nothingness.

All in all, it made me feel sick to my stomach.

The man led me down a narrow stretch of land; and after we had walked for a few moments, I saw my mother and father. It could only be them, but there was no way for me to actually recognize them. Their bodies had been burnt—charred black in punishment for setting foot into the Sacred Realm. They no longer looked human. I fell to my knees in front of them as tears began to pour from my eyes. I tried to shut my eyes to keep the tears in—but then the warrior gasped. “Prince!”

I opened my eyes again, and through my tears I watched as my parents began to emit a strange, white-greenish glow and floated several feet off the ground. I watched in confusion and horror. The light emanating from their bodies grew brighter, brighter, too bright; I looked away. Then suddenly there was a rushing noise, and I looked back to my mother and father—but they were gone, and in their places floated two orbs of light.

Curiously, the light from these orbs refreshed and strengthened me.

By now you have figured out, of course, that these were the Sols, our version of the sun, which give energy to the world we now call Twilight. Very few of my people know of the origin of the Sols. It would be best that you did not tell my Princess.

The Sols, these orbs of light that had only moments before been my parents, floated higher and higher until they shed light on all of us.

“My king…” said the warrior, still next to me. His voice sounded stronger than it had before.

I pretended—or maybe it really didn’t even register, I don’t remember—not to know that he was talking to me; I looked towards the orb that had been my father.

“My king,” he said again, touching my shoulder. I shook my head.

“He’s your king,” I said, pointing. “I am the prince.”

“No, Jindal, you are king now,” he said, his voice softer on my name as if he feared I would be offended by his using it. “You are our king now.”

“My father—” I began, but I knew it was useless. The Sols shone and strengthened me. I swallowed the rest of my sentence. “I will rule, but I will always be the prince,” I said. “We must never forget what happened to my parents.”

And we never have, of course. My Princess said as much. The shame and horror and pain that result from rising against the goddesses are burned into every Twili soul. If a Twili were to think of defying the goddesses—it would be an anomaly in itself, but the Twili would be terrified of the idea. It’s part of who we are.

But I get ahead of myself again. I had no way of understanding any of that on the first day, or even at any time during my natural lifespan. Not until the goddesses infused me with the light of the moon, the sun’s inconsistent, muted cousin, could I step back from what I felt well enough to understand what had happened to us.

Back then, I tried to act kingly. “Warrior,” I addressed the man who had brought me to my parents, “you have shown great strength in bringing me here; I am impressed. What is your name?”

“Dawdon, my prince,” he replied with a bow.

“You show the potential to serve our tribe very well. Will you lead my royal guard?”

“I will, my prince.” He looked so noble and proud.

“Dawdon…” I whispered, my kingly attitude suddenly evaporating. “Will you support me?”

He knew I was not referring to my political ideas or my rule. I meant like a crutch. I was asking if he would hold me up, and he knew it.

“I will, my prince,” he said kindly, and he offered me his hand so I could stand.

So-far soundtrack to Hieronymus Bisby:

Hieronymus Bisby: It’s a Holiday Tomorrow (?), Rustle
Yeah, Right:
*Calli: You Mean, During the Break?
Miranda: Supper of the Old Days (?)
Miranda’s Irritation: Hello, Kitty Girl
A Heroic Quest: Brave Willing & TP Medly
Crazy School: Of All Circumstances, Hang On
Penguin Stampede: Miss Yukari Goes Wild 1&2
Once More, With (Sky) Pirates!: Naval Affair
Meeting the Author: Pone, Refrain of Memory, Family Portrait (lain)
Reaction to a Dare: …Well, It’s a Tightrope,
>>Also used for discovering what WallofIllusion writes
Class Discussion: What Are You Talking About?
Jindal (if they meet him): Misty, Strange Dimension

Mostly Azumanga Daioh and Last Exile stuff, with a few others. I need to go through the Azu again to find out which one will work for "Yeah, Right" (I have the tune in mind, but I don't remember what it's called), and Calli's theme is uncertain. She's the one I'm having the most trouble with... I sort of want to make it some indie-pop song, but lyrics would distract me, and unless they're exactly fitted to her personality, it'll just be impossible. So at the moment she gets one of the upbeat break themes.
...Yeah, it really doesn't fit. *headdesk* Back to the... listening board? A DJ Tsar song, perhaps... and I want to be high-pitched and fairly bouncy... No, I know most of those already! Maybe something J-pop-ish? *walks off muttering*
I do rather like "Hello, Kitty Girl" for "Miranda's Irritation."

EDIT: Okay, I've got a more solid list now.

Hieronymus Bisby: Of All Circumstances
Yeah, Right: Somehow
Calliope: Forest Cake
Miranda: 期待
Miranda’s Indignation: Hello, Kitty Girl
A Heroic Quest: Brave Willing & TP Medly
Crazy School: Hang On
Penguin Stampede: Miss Yukari Goes Wild 1&2
Once More, With (Sky) Pirates!: Naval Affair
Meeting the Author: Pone, Refrain of Memory, Family Portrait (lain)
Reaction to a Dare: …Well, It’s a Tightrope,
>Also used for discovering what WallofIllusion writes
Class Discussion: What Are You Talking About?
Jindal (if they meet him): Misty, Strange Dimension

What else I did today: I started writing a history of the Twili from the perspective of Jindal, as told to Anachron. I guess you wouldn't mind seeing that, huh? ("You" tte dare nan da yo.) I'll type it up at the end of the entry, spoilers as usual...
We also went and got passports today. That was long... and after that we went shopping. First at TJ Maxx--I got knit armwarmers with removable gloves. How much does that ROCK? Oh, and I got a shirt. Then Barnes&Noble, where I got Reborn 5. Ranking Futa for the win! You know, this author really can create lovely characters. And then off to Kohl's, where I got several long-sleeved shirts. Stocking up for the winter.

And then I came home and did ^that. :3
Okay, so the Twili history dealio. The spoilers start here.
...Oh, and by the way, I don't own the Legend of Zelda franchise. I don't think I've been disclaiming anything in here. Sorry for misleading you.
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We were not kind people.
You know enough to know that, right? We tried to take over the world. But even before we tried to force our way into the Sacred Realm, we were warlike, ruthless. Little better than a tribe of wandering raiders.
For example: I learned to use a knife when I was three and was a master by the time I was five. It wasn't an uncommon thing. Everyone in the tribe could fight.
And then there was the magic.
You've seen our destructive magic--utilized it. My Princess has remembered it, though generation upon generation has forgotten. I don't know how she remembered it... I can't know. There are things I can't do despite the divinity I've been granted. Semi-divinity, I suppose. But I'll get to that later.
Do you understand? All of us, even the children, made our living by killing and stealing. We were cruel, immoral. And power-hungry, as you know.
I became the prince of the tribe. Became. I wasn't born into the role, just as my father wasn't born into the role of king. Father took that position when I was six--murdered the former king of our tribe. And Mother and I helped finish off the royal family.
...You are disgusted. Would it calm you at all to know that I am, too? What my parents and I did was despicable. A few thousand years in the light of the Sols has ground that knowledge into my mind.
But I said am, not was--I was not disgustedwith my actions at the time. I was... vicious. Energized.
You look rather ill; shall we move on?
I apologize. The history of my tribe is not pleasant.
My father--we--did not exterminate the previous royalty without... reason. He had an idea for our tribe to gain more power--yes. It was my father who came up with the plan to break into the Sacred Realm. The previous ruler wouldn't allow it--but don't assume it was out of wisdom that he refused. He was unambitious, yes, but obsessed with his own power. Miserly--despicable.
But then, my father was despicable as well, and I.
We're pathetic people.
As for how we [intended to get? got? I forget] into the Sacred Realm, I can't really tell you. I don't remember--the goddesses made sure to wipe that particular memory from our minds, along with our ambition and cruelty. In their mercy.
All I know is that it involved combining* our power in support of Mother and Father, who were the ones to actually trespass in the Secred Realm.
And of course you know the outcome of that attempt.
I do remember some things--most thoroughly, pain. That has always bothered me the most. I don't remember what it felt like to be as focused as I was, but occasionally, back when I could still sleep, I would remember in dreams the pain of that focus being broken. It was like a knife going through my forehead. The pain drove everyone to unconsciouness.
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*This turned into a nanoism when I was handwriting it: combing, rather than combining.
Please note that when Jindal refers to things as "my," he's not really being loving/respectful like Gen saying "My Queen." Think more along the lines of Gollum's myyyy preciousssssssss.

I had a brilliant idea for a title earlier today.

It left.

And I don't... really feel like blogging right now. I'll try to muster something.
Here, see what I wrote this morning. The NaNo forums are open!

Dear Michelle,
Look, I'm sorry I never drew you, and I'm sorry I've been focusing on the other characters' characterization more, but really. That was no reason to turn evil. Seriously. I thought you and Myra got along, and now this.
Sincerely,
WallofIllusion

Dear Muse,
I'm going to take a leap of faith here and assume you exist, because ideas are appearing in my head with charming regularity. However, I would like to be able to speak directly to you, so if you could appear and possibly name yourself, that'd be lovely.
If naming yourself is too much trouble, could you at least please HELP ME NAME MY NOVEL?!
Sincerely,
WallofIllusion

Umm... remember those TP fanfictions that were going? This is the first one, the one that's set shortly after the series itself.
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Anachron furrowed his brow. A thought was flitting on the edge of his mind; if he could just hold onto it for a second--
Oh.
"Jindal," he said abruptly, turning to the Twilight god, who tweaked an eyebrow in reply. Slowly, Anachron asked, "How much of this did you plan?"
Jindal's face took on an inquisitive air. "Plan? How much of what? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, my Beast."
Anachron shook his head. "I think you do, though," he said. "Your intention in granting that higher potential was to restore the Twili to their former potential, wasn't it?"
"Of course."
"How could one person in a generation help that?"
~
When I started thinking about this part of the scene more, Anachron abruptly informed me that he was the one to realize this. (Or at least, to point it out. Din and probably Farore and Nayru already noticed, but they haven't said anything. Well, Din said a little.) I was surprised.

Which contains much babbling about Attolia.

Today I finished re-reading Queen of Attolia. I still have no idea what kind of picture to draw for them. T_T Why do all of their best scenes occur when Gen is HURT? It's so annoying! I would fail miserably at drawing hurt people! Gah! *rantrantrave*

Umm... after that, I... What on earth did I do all morning? Oh, I watched some of Howl's Moving Castle. Only up to the green slime. Beyond that I have a hard time bearing it. It's just so... different from the book. Completely different. :X Also Miyazaki clearly despises war with all his heart. Oh well. At least it's pretty and Howl is still funny. (Though I wish I hadn't seen it in English first. I keep getting the English voices in my head, especially Calcifer's.) Gen reminds me of Howl sometimes. "My insides may become my outsides..." xD

In the afternoon I went to my sisters' soccer game. They won. It was cold. I started drawing a Lolita girl before the game and added to it during. Also I started shading that one picture of Midna... currently trying to figure out if her hair or her skin should get a darker tone. Will have to re-beat Ganondorf AGAIN to try to do the details on the crown... again... Then there was a potluck. Delicious. Then we came home; everyone but me watched The Office and I came on the internet. Sakeko and Snuffles were on! But then Snuffles disappeared without alerting me. XD Then later I ran off, ate popcorn, and watched a bit of Office until Michael got too painful (didn't take long!). Following that I went downstairs to start a new TP file. Again. Eheheh. I'm trying to do a "speed run." Either that or I'm trying to do a "three-heart challenge." Either that or I'm just trying to validate replaying it by calling it something special. Take your pick.

...I want to write something for them, or I want to draw something for them. The dancing scene... perhaps... mrrrrr. Marglebop. That's my new random noise.

Would you like me to teach you a game? It's called Bop-Bop-Biddily-Bop.
Everyone stands in a circle, but there's one person in the middle. That one person meanders about, and, at random, he/she goes up to someone and says "Bop-Bop-Biddily-Bop!" Before he/she finishes, the person he/she went up to has to say "Bop!" in return. If that person doesn't manage, that person is now in the middle and the first person is part of the circle.

Isn't it pretty?

Wheeee! I messed with the layout. Details:
->Based on the basic "Minima" layout
->Picture by my sisters... I think? Taken at the Del Mar Fair several years ago. It was almost deleted, but I saw this and a few like it and was like, "PRETTY. I KEEP. Sooner or later I'll find a use for them." And I did!
->+background image and +opacity were learned from layouts found at pyzam.com
->I've still got more to do.

Other than that... Well, I went to my sisters' soccer game today. They're on varsity now, and T.'s the starting keeper! *oozes pride* And they won, 4-2, against the team that took second place in the state last year~ *oozes more pride*
My parents finally got furniture into the front room of our house. It looks really pretty!
Lots of Neopets time today, mostly spent stuffing things into my Safety Deposit Box for the packrat avatar (1000 unique items in SDB DX). Then someone's shop had a link to lookup help ->looking at Neopets lookups -> wondering how to edit my blogger -> looking at blog layouts ->editing!

So anyway guess what.
Twilight Princess time. Man, this thing needs a name...
Spoilers as always. And lots of speculation in this one... though I could very easily argue in support of my speculation. But really this is just so much elaborate nonsense.
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The goddesses were silent for a moment. Farore was the first to speak.
"You are still fairly young. Where does your level of sentience fall, compared to your people?"
Midna blinked. "I--"
"She is an outlier," Jindal interrupted smoothly, "and I can explain that. For generations, I have watched with dismay as the Twili degenerate. I knew there had to be something I could do--but with my power, all I could do was bless one person each generation with greater potential
than the others had and hope that that helped. Midna was my choice this time."
"And Zant before me?" There was a hint of accusation to Midna's voice.
Jindal gave a rueful smile. "I granted him intelligence when you were born, hoping that he would be a good tutor for you. Apparently the sudden change did not agree with him, though. It was a bad choice on my part. I owe apologies to everyone here."
~
Mmmrf. I'm having trouble.

How about a new entry rather than that abominable system?

...That's the second time I've said "abominable system" today. The other time referred to the Shop Wizard. Grar.
Nothing has really been happening, so I haven't really be writing entries. On Sunday I started a blog for Mel, and I think I'll try to update that once per week, though more time than that will pass in her "world." Snuffles has come home! Yay! Cody has gotten louder. We are reading twelve books in College English. Today I worked on lace_and_gears's pet page a lot. (http://neopets.com/~lace_and_gears) The newspaper article (generated by the same place that produces that ridiculous ninja text and other annoyings on Gaia XD) and the paragraph above the marquee are what I wrote. More to come. Hey, maybe if I learn enough of that html stuff I can customize this more!
Oh yeah, and Target turned down my app. :C See if I buy Twilight Princess from you again! *snub*

Also we have been walking nearly every day. It's lovely, but this morning I was tired and had a headache. D:

More TP. Spoilers for... I don't even know. If you haven't finished the game, don't read it.
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"Incidentally, elder sisters," Jindal said, addressing the goddesses, "which plight would that be?"
Din gave a rather sarcastic smile and replied, "I have a strange feeling that you already know which plight, Jindal."
Before Anachron could figure out what Din meant, Midna gasped suddenly in realization and turned towards him. "Wait, Anachron, did you...?"
Anachron answered with a soft smile. "Your heart was breaking for your people, Midna. I had to see if there was something I could do."
"But to ask the goddesses directly..." Midna's eyes shone with admiration and gratitude. "You didn't have to do that."
"Well, nothing else he could do would really have an effect," Din pointed out. "In any case, I would like to hear your side of the story before any decisions are made, Twilight Princess. It concerns you more than him, after all."
~
That wasn't very much, was it? More tomorrow.

Lakes are slimy. D:

Double entry to-day. Double, not really delayed, because yesterday we went to Aunt J.'s cabin at the lake (they all say the lake despite the fact that there are proverbially ten thousand of them) and did not return home 'till 'round (I don't know. I really don't know. Feeling random) ten. So there was no entry yesterday.
On the way to the lake, I drew Jindal and started to write something starring Mel. At the lake, I went innertubing (intertubing? it was a big round thing) and I believe I stayed in the tube only through sheer force of will. At one point Uncle D. intentionally made a very sharp turn to throw Z. and me off, and he only succeeded with Z. Ha! But I nearly fell out. Goodness the water was deep though. The thought of falling into water in the center of the lake, even with a life jacket on, terrified me. Hence the force of will.

To-day... what did I do in the morning? Comics, shower, Piece of Heart search, cleaned room, decided to deal with the unfortunate fact that that un-wise hero put the Master Sword back by bringing that obnoxious Skull Kid back into it, drew a card for my grandfather whose birthday party it was today, tried to avoid dealing with relatives (I'm sorry, but I'm not big with outer-family), etc. When they had gone, I took a walk and came back to find the final two Pieces of Heart, but then something really alarming happened. Fanadi is telling me that I can't reach the last P.o.H. Ridiculous! I have all items! I obtained it in Anachron! Where on earth... -mumbles-

So which do you want, the Mel thing or the revised opening to the TP fanfiction? Not that it matters asking you, since by the time you read this I have decided. In fact, by the time I wrote that I had decided. It was a very simple decision to make. You see, the new intro is already on the computer.
Spoilers, naturally.
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Her hands trembling with eagerness, Midna delicately took the Sol and gazed into it, just as she had in the dreams she’d been having all week. Normally she didn’t really believe in dreams; however, normally she didn’t remember them either, and she remembered every last detail of these dreams, and they felt so real. Solid, almost.
And—she wanted them to be true.
Would it work? Midna held her breath in anticipation.
Just as she was about to turn away—while not as potent as the sunlight, Sol light still could be damaging if one spent too much time staring into it—when an image began to form inside the orb. Midna found herself gazing at the ruins of a once-graceful building, arches and columns and worn-away stone.
But where was…? Midna turned her head back and forth slightly, and obediently the scene shifted accordingly, allowing her to look around. He wasn’t there? But that didn’t make sense—this was his—
And then suddenly Midna recognized the place she was seeing. She groaned.
“He... he put it back!”
~
Anachron’s pleasant sleep was shattered by a scream.
Alarmed, he leapt out of bed, grabbed his sword and shield, and dashed outside. He gasped as he saw the source of the scream. It was Ilia—and she was surrounded by four of the Skull Kid’s puppets!
No time to wonder why they were here. “Ilia, duck!” Anachron shouted, and he flew at the puppets with a hasty jump strike. They halted, as if surprised, and then collapsed to the ground. Anachron sighed with relief, but he kept his sword out in case more should materialize. “Are you all right, Ilia?”
Ilia nodded, looking shaking. “Anachron, what were those things?” she asked in a small voice.
“Puppets,” Anachron replied, looking grimly at them. “They’re controlled by a Skull Kid from afar, and generally they come back until the Skull Kid is defeated. Maybe you should—”
Ilia gave a shuddering gasp. One of the puppets had gotten back up!
“Ilia, get inside my house!” Anachron commanded, leaping between her and the puppet. “I’ll take care of these!” He crouched, ready to strike the puppet if it tried to attack Ilia as she scrambled up his ladder. But it didn’t try to go after her—nor did it advance towards him. It just floated there, twitching-creaking-clicking at him expectantly.
There was something very strange going on. Usually the puppets came in groups of four, but this one’s companions had not risen… And it shouldn’t have risen in the first place… And why wasn’t it attacking him?
Experimentally, Anachron thrust his sword at the puppet—and it calmly floated backwards, away from the attack. He tried again with the same result. This didn’t make any sense. The puppets had never been intelligent enough to avoid his attacks, nor had he ever seen one retreat. Now it was cocking its head at him again, hovering near the path to the Ordon Woods as if waiting for him. Holding his sword at the ready, Anachron cautiously walked towards the puppet; it floated away from him at a pace that matched his own.
It wanted him to follow it.
He could ignore it, of course, but there was a chance that the Skull Kid would send more puppets after Ilia or someone else in the village. And it had never caused him real harm before, only irritation. So with a feeling of resignation, Anachron followed the puppet.

Lack of motivation.

First of all, Cheese, if you're reading this, I really really appreciated your return call and I'm so sorry I missed it. D: Stupid pieces of heart! I should have at least thought to bring my phone downstairs.

Anyway. Today I was most thoroughly lacking in motivation. I mean it. It was bad.
Went for a short walk with Mom&Dad&Cody in the morning, but then Mom's shoe threatened to give her a blister and hold her hostage (but mostly the blister), so we went home. Then I... spent the rest of the day re-reading the Xanth books I own. The first two. Then I took a shower. Then I tried to find something to make myself feel better for wasting my whole day, came online, found no one, called Cheese, and then missed her return call because I didn't think to bring my phone down on my quest for Pieces of Heart for BLAH. I am missing five, now... they are... Let's think... One still in Lakebed Temple. One in the Goron Mines. ...But I guess that's all I remember. Pity. Oh wait... one in the ranch, I think, and THAT's all I can remember.

At least, I really hope it was the lack of motivation that was depressing me earlier. Otherwise it was Twilight Princess withdrawal. That would be really bad.
I am now going to attempt to draw human-form Jindal.
*is yelled at*
ALL RIGHT, all right. After I think about the gun thing from Kino.
But I feel silly. In half of the stories, it's only one or two sentences long. I've been blowing it out of proportion the whole time, just because I've foolishly only been looking at the first chapter. Of course it would be longer there! All I need to write is:

She did her habitual cleaning and practice with her Persuaders, and then she had a light breakfast.

And then adjust the following sentence.

Okay. NOW I'm going to draw Jindal. If I can figure out a pose for him.

Taxidermy.

There is a point to that title, but I don't think I'll explain it just yet.

Today, pretty much the first thing I did was go for a long, long walk with Mother and Father and Cody. It was lovely. I listened to Fair to Midland the whole time and held Cody's leash for part of the time. At one point he went on a path that was not actually a path. I didn't really appreciate that.

Other than that, when C&T and K., who is visiting us, all finally woke up, I went downstairs and beat Ganondorf on BLAH. Later I gathered the last five heart pieces on Anachron. He has two full heart bars now! Hurray. The only thing really remaining is fishing. I have no interest in going fishing. So I suppose that'll be a reference file.

I watched two episodes of Haibane Renmei without subtitles today. Decent comprehension, though judging by my failed attempt to then watch Bleach without subtitles, I'd say that that was mostly grounded in the knowledge of what was going on. Oh well.

Oh, and I went to Barnes and Noble. I was hoping to find the new FMA and Furuba, as well as D.Gray-Man 6 in Japanese for Zac (since I bought it in Japanese for myself), but all they had was D.GM 6. So I wandered over to the children's section. (Oh yes, WOI is SOOOOO mature.) Therein there was a book called Skulduggery Pleasant. Now first of all, the word skulduggery is tied with anachronism (and related words) for "WOI's FAVORITE WORD IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE!!!!", so of course I had to look. It's about a skeleton-detective-mage-besutodoressaa named Skulduggery Pleasant and a girl named Stephanie who have to defeat evil things called Faceless Ones. Sounded like dark humor. Therefore, it sounded like my kind of book. Unfortunately it was in hardcover and I'm trying to cut back on impulse buys, at least until I get a job again.
Also I saw a book called Vampirates: Demons of the Seas. This made me sad. I had to leave the row, shaking my head to clear the horrible thought. How foolish...

There is something I may try to write involving an inheritance scramble and the four children of a billionaire widow. Perhaps.


Other than that, guess what?
Twilight Princess spoilers.

Regarding Jindal, I forgot to mention last night that one of the main reasons I'm allowing myself to go so far in developing this OC is that his characterization is actually coming. I'm not very good at coming up with characters. I'm just not. It's the sad and pitiful truth. But Jindal is going wonderfully so embrace it as practice, I suppose.

Would you like to see this narration, then?
I've actually decided that it may make its way into that fic. Maybe.
I'll write it normally for you. In my notebook, I decided to write it starting from the bottom line and working up. (Did I mention that?) Yes, I know I'm insane.
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With effort, I can recall that time. Only with effort, though; the goddesses willed that we woudl remember little of the circumstances that brought us here, with few specifics and absolutely no recollection of how to perform our fateful magic. Most thoroughly did they impress the shame of failure upon our minds, however, along with their lesson about the dangers of ambition and hubris. Ingenious of them, if insensitive.
But far be it from me to criticize the goddesses.
What I can remember, I will tell you.
We were not a peaceful tribe and we made no effort to be so. We were ambitious to the point of being cold-hearted. We desired the power housed in the Sacred Realm so we spent years, almost a decade, honing our magic. Finally the day came; every person in the tribe, save only the youngest children, applied his or her own magical energy to the effort. I can't say what the magic was supposed to do, of course, but I remember that we all knew immediately that we had incurred the goddesses' wrath. A wrenching pain in our bodies shattered our concentration and brought many to their knees. Then came the feeling that parts of our minds were being ripped away. Later we would realize that this feeling equated to the death of our king and queen, whom we had been supplying our energy to so that they could trespass in the Sacred Realm.
Our king and queen--my parents.
When consciousness could again conquer pain, we found ourselves bathed in an eerie, dim glow. Still stunned, we could only sit up and stare around us in an attempt to figure out what had happened to us. With absurd clarity, I remember thinking that the sky looked strange.
It shames me to say that I, the prince of our people, was not among the first to rise and try to discover where we were, instead electing to lounge pathetically on the ground. I only stood when one of those courageous men ran back to me, saying something about the king and queen. I followed the man for some distance, and I saw my mother and father.
As the ones who had actually trespassed in the Sacred Realm, their punishment was severe. Their bodies were mangled, burnt black, almost beyond recognition.
And they glowed with a strange light, greenish, more intense than the one from the black-clouded sky.
I fell to my knees beside them (quite an impressive picture I'm painting of myself, isn't it?) and--to my shock--my parents slowly floated several feet off the gorund and hovered there! As I watched, the light emanating from their bodies grew brighter, brighter, too bright; I lookeod away. Then suddenly there was a rushing noise, and I looked back to my mother and father--but they were gone, and in their places floated two orbs of light. I stared in awe.
Curiously, the light from these orbs refreshed and strengthened me.
By now you have figured out, of course, that these were the Sols, our version of the sun, which give energy to the world we now call Twilight. Very few of my people know of the origin of the Sols. It would be best that you did not tell the Princess.
--
&And there's more to that, but it's not actually written yet.

Not delayed!

That's right! WOI is writing a journal entry on time! It's shocking.

Today, I had an orthodontist appointment at which I was supposed to be told that I may wear my retainer only at night from now on. Instead I was told that I should keep wearing it all the time and come back in December. Drat.

Beyond that, I've spent a lot of time today working on that narration thing I mentioned. Want some explanation? I'll give it a little bit down, but first I'd better describe the rest of my day because it'll contain Twilight Princess spoilers, probably. Yes. Definitely.

This evening I went to an orientation at SCSU for the PSEO program. Post-Secondary Enrollment Opportunity tte ne. Basically it's a way to take more challenging classes through a college while still in high school. For me, of course, it means Japanese. Though in this situation the phrase "more challenging" might be misleading. (苦笑い/bitter laugh) It'll be 201--most likely the first half of Genki II... In other words, stuff I already know. Again. You know, all that stuff I took the final on in CA. And finished first. Despite the fact that I hadn't been in that class for months. This is insanely frustrating... I mean, seriously. I've already done one of those "senior project" things. LABB. Granted, I'm sure that that needs a lot of work--if I did it again, I'd probably find a lot of things that I got wrong--but I mean geez.
Well, it's not like SCSU offers a class on keigo. Or a conversation class. Gosh, I'd love to be in a conversation class... Well no. Let me rephrase that. It would be so thoroughly beneficial for me to be in a conversation class. Most likely I would not love it and it would make me asplode with nervousness.

Goodness, that was longer than expected.

Here start TP spoilers, as well as a ridiculous and バカッテ amount of speculation and--GASP!--an OC. I know. This is ridiculously out of character from me, and possibly a little hypocritical... I mean, I hate OCs! I bash them! Especially that Shiori girl! [now the spoilers really start]

But this OC... he was developed along the same cheating lines that "Dead Future," my massively angsty if-Isis-had-won-against-Seto fic, was based along. Jindal, whom I mentioned yesterday, is the name of this OC, and he is the main god--or should I say "guardian deity"?--of Twilight as created by me. I gave myself rein to create Jindal because--well, first of all, he will be needed in my other fanfiction, and second of all because Midna said that the Twili had different gods. Guardian deities, to be exact. So, they must exist. So I may as well design one as long as he fits and is reasonable. (About the "-ies" part--I've got another called Dawdon in mind. Was going to be Dawdin originally but decided to avoid the Din dealybob.)

And I've been doing my best to make Jindal fit reasonably. It was shocking yesterday, because it appears that I had subconscious memory of the line, "Did you think we'd forgotten that our ancestors lost their king to that greed?" (Probably paraphrased, but quoted to the best of my memory.) I had already planned to kill off Jindal's dad decided that the king of the-tribe-that-became-the-Twili probably died because he led the storm into the Sacred Realm, and then it appears that that is most likely what really happened... odd.

An overview: Jindal was the (fully mortal) prince of the tribe skilled in magic, those who trespassed into the Sacred Realm. Upon his parents' death and his tribe's abrupt relocation to the Realm of Twilight, he became the boy king. Though he was initially inexperienced and uncertain, he became a noble and well-liked king, and he ruled for many years. Upon his death, Twilight went into deep mourning, and some Twili came forward believing that Jindal had spoken to them in dreams and such, as a god. At this point, it was not actually Jindal speaking to them, but their own subconscious wish to see their king again. However, it soon became legend that Jindal had become the god of Twilight, and this legend reached the goddesses' ears. Still caring for their fallen children, the goddesses revived Jindal and indeed gave him the powers of a god, to preside over the Twilight as they presided over Hyrule and the world of light.

That was a strange writing style, wasn't it?
I thought I might type up what I have of his narration so far, but no matter how optimistically I estimate, it doesn't look like I'll have enough time to type that up. (Quit it!) Good night.

They're taking the hobbits to Isengard! D:

Delayed again.

Have not done much over the past few days. Well, Saturday we went to visit my grandparents, Dad's side, and on Sunday we went to visit Dad's sister before picking C&T up from the airport, but it's not like I actually really did anything with any of those things, so...
Can't figure out how to start the next section of my fanfiction, so that kind of sat on hold for a bit. Yesterday I decided to just skip the beginning and go straight to the conversation where the real plot starts. Unnnnnfortunately I'm running into awkward phrasing and my replay of the Palace of Twilight informed me that Midna doesn't really mind, thanks. The question then becomes whether or not Zant was right when he said that the people regressed. They can still be pure and gentle, but wouldn't it be better if they were smart too? (Or does that make it totally impossible?)
Perspective is everything, and as much as I'm all saying that Jindal supports him I would really prefer not to take Zant's perspective.

In any case, I'm taking a slight break on that and writing Jindal's narration on how exactly they got there, and it's very nice because I can just say that the goddesses addled their memories a little bit if I can't figure something out, for example how one would even begin trying to access the Sacred Realm. Ingenious, if insensitive. Got it memorized?


...Because most of that (okay, all of it) was nonsense, have a youtube video.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Tin6NJqQQsM

Voicing a voiceless character makes my head spin.

Yesterday I went to see The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged). It was quite funny. We got home at 10:30. That is why there was no journal entry yesterday.

Today, again, I spent much of my time working on the TP fanfiction. I think I mentioned--though maybe I didn't--that it decided to expand without my permission. Not that that really matters, a I am still making my way through the first section. It is very difficult to make a conversation sound natural when you are equally concerned with including a set number of ideas. Oh! And geez! It's so hard to get a characterization set for Anachron. Link doesn't speak! Ever! I read today that he said two lines in a game once. This was a very old game. They stopped that.
(Incidentally, the wikipedia article poo-pooed the fact that Link spoke in a manga adaptation or something. This is ridiculous. Obviously Link speaks--we simply aren't told what he says. Otherwise no one would ever know his name.)

Oh, by the way, this contains funnies: http://www.rinkworks.com/said/
I was there because the site also had a fantasy name generator, which I needed desperately for the god of the Twilight that I'm going to need later, except that I'm pretty sure Midna said godS, so that's an issue. In any case creating one and developing characterization for three is enough of a headache. They get one god.


So, I'll let you read some more of my fanfic. Yes, it contains spoilers.
Resuming where I left off--
--
Of course he couldn't imagine this Midna rolling her eyes; he was remarkably unadjusted to this version of her, to the point that seeing her was still a shock. The contours of her face were severe and her eyes almost unbearabling discerning. But despite those disconcerting qualities--because of them?--this Midna had an inhuman beauty that stole Anachron's breath every time. All he could do for a few moments was stare in wonder, and when he found his voice again, he could only stutter, "M-Midna... How in the world..."
"Which world?" she asked teasingly.
"Either," Anachron replied, too mystified to take part in the joke. "Yours or mine. Midna, this is incredible..."
Though the image was tiny, limited by the dimensions of the Master Sword, somehow it wrapped around Anachron's mind like a vision, and Anachron felt as if he were standing near Midna having a normal conversation, rather than staring into a sword.
"Isn't it amazing?" Midna nodded. "I never would have imagined that a Sol could do this... But the god of Twilight whispered hints to me in a dream... It's twilight there, isn't it?"
Anachron nodded.
"That's the only time this'll work... which means we don't have a lot of time left tonight." She raised her eyebrows pointedly. "Was it really that hard to figure out?"
"I didn't know what I was looking for," Anachron defended himself. "I thought that maybe--"
"That maybe I was there?" Midna asked shrewdly. She shook her head. "That's impossible. With the Mirror of Twilight broken, there shouldn't be any possibility of contact between my world and yours. This is highly irregular--What?"
The remnants of Anachron's bitterness had surfaced when Midna mentioned the Mirror, and it must have shown on his face.
"You knew all that, of course, when you broke the Mirror," he said evenly.
"Naturally," Midna answered, obviously not sure what Anachron was getting at. "That was the point. Light and Shadow aren't supposed to--"
"So when you said, 'See you later'?"
He saw her comprehend, saw her expression shift.
"We see each other right now, don't we?" she asked evasively.
"You had no idea we could do this. You just said that, Midna."
Finally, for the first time in Anachron's experience, Midna had no response ready.
Bitterness laced through Anachron's voice. "You only said that to deceive me."
Midna sighed. "Yes," she admitted. "I did. I didn't want you to to realize what I was doing." She looked dejectedly at Anachron. "You're angry at me."
"Your parting words to me--your last words to me, as we both thought--were a lie, Midna! What did you expect?"
"I expected it not to matter." Midna looked away from him. "I never expected anything like this to happen, Anachron, and I couldn't have interference. If I hadn't broken the Mirror, the conection would have brought chaos to both worlds. It was the only way."
"You could have said that," Anachron protested. "If you'd said as much, if you'd explained rather than misleading me, I would have accepted it with--less trouble, at least. But I can't help but resent that you tried to fool me!"
"You weren't the only one I had to fool, Anachron!" She turned towards hims suddenly, her eyes flashing.
Anachron didn't understand. "Then who--Princess Zelda?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Why should it matter to her?"
"Then..." There was only one possibility left, but it didn't make any sense. "You had to fool yourself?"
"Yes. I did." The fire seeped out of Midna's eyes and she gave a weak, unconvincing chuckle. "What? Did you think the Mirror could only be shattered by my tears?"
--
That's a good stopping point. I've got a bit more written but I haven't finished off the night yet. Also it's nearly 10:30 here. Good night.

Anachron says that he likes his liver, thank you very much.

Today I did a lot of relaxing. I wrote a bit more of the TP fanfiction, but it's trying to expand itself, and the problem with Prometheus is that he made the gods very, very angry, and I'm not entirely sure what Hylian goddesses do when ticked off. Also I'm not entirely sure what this fire would be. But I think it's undeniable that they need some... Midna and, strangely, Zant excluded.

Also! A Shonen Jump came! This is strange, because I have not received a Shonen Jump for three months, and no one in my family has switched the address on the website. But it came, addressed--not a "notify sender of address change" sticker, but the address printed on the plastic--to our new house. So odd. And it contained Itachi and the Akatsuki! Itachi is really rather pretty. @_@ My goodness. It was shocking to actually see Itachi and the Akatsuki in something I own, rather than in peoples' signatures. How odd.

I also mowed the lawn. That was not a lot of fun.

Contains: dreams; LoZ:TP spoilers&sap

(This is 7/27 entry #2. See below for explanation.) I almost forgot--I had really odd dreams last night.
One of them was vaguely based on that Halloween movie, Hocus-Pocus (great movie. xD). At least, there were three witches who wanted to kill people to remain young. But they were at my house. Which was unfortunate. Oh, and it wasn't Halloween. It was quite creepy, but then the movie ended with them dying because there were these orbs--I called them paintballs, but I've never... seen a paintball, so I don't know where I got that from--crazy dream logic--and those "paintballs" contained their souls, and at 9:00 A.M. light shone on them and made the witches explode. And then, I think, we went shopping.
Yeah. That was weird.
The other dream that I remember was much nicer. I dreamt that when the N.'s came back to get J.-the-younger's hat, they stayed for like, another day. That was lovely. But my brain was a little screwed up... In my dream, they "stayed till Sunday"... that was Sunday. Oh well. It was nice. And then a whole bunch of people from California showed up. It was a very odd dream, all in all. But odd in a very nice way.
--TWILIGHT PRINCESS SPOILERS START HERE--





Okay. So here's the fanfiction.
It takes a few months after the end of the game (totally wanted to say "series" there. oO)
It grows out of my frustration with Midna at the end of the game, since I could totally tell that Midna and Link or Anachron or whatever liked each other by the end of the game. (She's hanging off his shoulder like that one Celebrity Date on Gaia! The glitzy one!) And then she's just like "See you later... but not really." (She doesn't actually say "but not really." She just acts that way.) And besides, I think Link--and if not Link, at least Anachron!--is rather irritated with her whole attitude there. But hopefully that will come in later.
Babbling aside.
Here we go. Oh, and I say Anachron because I have a sneaky suspicion that this is quite バカッテ。(If you're really interested, that's a word that combines the Japanese word for "stupid" with that for "selfish." It's a lovely word to use to degrade my less canon-based fanfition. I made it up. It is precious to me.)
--

Anachron sat, his feet dangling over the ladder to his loft, and watched as the light from the window gradually turned the white pages of his book a dirty yellow. Dusk had come--twilight.
For a few days after everything had ended, twilight had been a hopeful time for him. Rusl had once said that then and only then could spirits who had left this world contact the people here. Anachron had believed that--or wanted to believe that--for a short time, and he'd waited and watched for some sort of sign.
But it was a fairy tale, and it hardly suited the chosen hero to believe such a thing. So twilight had instead become a time of resentment for him.
Not that he missed the dim, dirty light of Twilight over Hyrule, or the grit of unholy insects between his beast jaws, or the feeling that everything--scenery and souls alike--was slowing disintigrating. There was only thing he missed about Twilight; that was its Princess, and the feeling did not come without bitterness.
Anachron closed the book and dropped down a level to put it back on his shelf. It had been difficult, ever since he'd returned to Ordon Village, for him to focus on any one thing for long. Feeling duty-bound, he'd gone back to helping [needtocheckthisguy'sname] at the ranch, but herding goats was laughably tame compared to outriding Bulbins.
Not that he had any real desire to go adventuring again. Once or twice, he'd thought about taking Epona and visiting the people he'd met on his journey, but he could never work up the motivation. The Master Sword lay, unused, by his bed. It was as if saving the world had bled dry his life's supply of excitement. Anachron wondered if it were possible for apathy to drive a man mad.
"H--Hello? Anachron?"
Aha. Apparently it was possible, because he'd just thought he heard Midna's voice.
Of course, he woudl only be truly mad if he answered.
"Anachron?--Isn't this working?--Anachron, can you hear me?"
"Yeah."
It popped out of him instinctively.
Oh, well. If he was mad, he was mad, and at least it was a pleasant sort of madness.
"I can hear you Midna, but where...?" Out of habit, he turned his head, as if he were in wolf form and she were on his back.
"Where's my voice coming from?" Midna's voice finished his question. "Not the inside of your head, if that's what you're wondering. Other than that, I think I'll let you figure it out." And she gave a giggle that Anachron recognized very well.
That was the real Midna, all right.
Anachron scanned his home, peering carefully into the shadows cast by the dying light. He checked his own shadow. He climbed up to look out the window.
He didn't see Midna anywhere.
"It's very dark in here," Midna said in a voice that suggested that her words were a hint.
So Anachron checked his cupboards and his chests. He grabbed a lantern and swung it around in his cellar. Still no sign of Midna.
Finally Midna gave a sigh. Anachron could imagine her--the impish her, that is, not the graceful being he'd seen after Ganondorf's defeat--rolling her eyes. "Think, Anachron," she instructed. "What do you own that might possibly be connected to the Twilight Realm?"
...Was she talking about the Master Sword? Nonplussed, Anachron looked toward the sword; he saw nothing unusual about it. But it was sheathed--could that be why she'd said it was "dark in here"?
Anachron reached for the sword and unsheathed it, and what he saw made him blink in amazement.
First of all, the blade was glittering as it did in the Twilight Realm. This should have been bizarre enough in itself, but it was nothing compared to what Anachron saw in the blade.
Where he should have seen his reflection, he saw an image--the image of a room made of stones and laced with gleaming lines of aquamarine--so obviously a room from the Twilight Realm--and sitting in that room, smiling at him--
"Hello, Anachron."
--was Midna.

There is a problem.

The problem is that this is my fifty-eighth journal entry. For that reason I think I shall split this entry into two. I apologize for the fact that that's probably a little obnoxious.

However, today I fixed a problem! The problem had to do with my desire to write a Twilight Princess fanfiction. I will now be able to write that fanfiction! It's not what I had originally planned, but that's okay because what I had originally planned was pretty nonsensical. This is a bit more sane. I think. Maybe. If you squint hard enough.

I spent a lot of time thinking about and planning that today. Oh, and I also read Count Karlstein. Not sure on the spelling there, but I'm too lazy to go check.

To flesh out this entry, have some freaking amazing music.
It's from the battle with the king--the guy who calls himself the king of Twilight. So, obviously, it contains spoilers for late in the Twilight Princess game, but if you minimize it you don't even have to see what's going on. The music is amazing.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=tOf0LHzeq9Q
Enjoy. That little bit at the beginning isn't as much fun, so try to start at about :25. And then at around 5:50 it goes into a cutscene, so you don't have to listen to that either. It's just the battle that's amazing.
Also that's the Wii version, so it's all backwards. Pssh.

Entry the fifty-ninth will be what I have of the fanfiction so far. It will contain spoilers for the entire game. I don't know why I'm saying this here, because it'll be above this... hmm... maybe I'll switch the two around... No... this is fine.
(I babble.)

My excuse died.

My excuse to get back in was that I'm the hero of Twilight too. But I've already done them a great service, besides beating Zant.
I made their princess much less annoying. XD

This realization is broctued (don't ask) by the fact that I started a new file on Twilight Princess to replay the game. This time I am called BLAH. This is my general Zelda name, but I had completely forgotten when I started my Anachron file. But that's okay, because it was nice having a serious-sounding name. It sounds just a little ridiculous when the light spirit calls me Heroic BLAH.

Other than that.
I am slowly losing interest/patience with Project: PLAY EVERY NOTE OF "DON'T WANT YOU NO MORE"!!!1!!111one!. Still I adore the song, and I have most of the notes now. All that remains is to play ad nauseum infinitum until my fingers know all of it. Haha. Boredom with practicing is why I gave up piano in the first place...
Today, my sisters were supposed to leave for California, but due to a mix-up, one ticket was for today and the other for tomorrow... so they're leaving tomorrow, and today we went to a Mexican place for dinner. It was yummy.
And we watched Rat Race. I can do anything, I'm eccentric!

One, two, do the kung fu; three, four, on the dance floor

I have Bus Stop's version of "Kung Fu Fighting" in my head. XP

So today I pretty much finished cleaning my room. Amazingly, I have a FLOOR. Wow. I thought my floor was made of paper and clothes and other miscellany. Also that is a funny word. Miscellany.

Other than that, Palace of Twilight is a really SHORT dungeon. My goodness. And Zant is a freaking weirdo! I was expecting him to be a dignified villian--and I was even expecting him to be semi-handsome after the dealybob with his lips when he was talking to Midna after Lakebed--but he was very much neither. oO; In fact he was quite creepy. And strange. But the music while battling him was amazing. I think I mentioned that when I'm done I'm going to go collect cutscenes from Youtube; well, I'm going looking for that battle, too, just for the music. It was stellar. And he was not difficult, just long. And the dungeon was not difficult, nor was it long. But now I'm in the castle which is looking more like a dungeon every second. NINE dungeons? It does not make sense!

Other than that... Yeah. I spent too much time staring at screens today. Now I am working on my picture of Misa as episodes 1-5 download in preparation for tomorrow. I don't think I've mentioned this, but R.G. kindly agreed to subject herself to a conversion attempt, so she's coming over tomorrow to watch episodes 1-8. R.B. may also come, but we're having trouble contacting him because he just got back from a cruise.
Scratch that, it doesn't seem that R.B. is coming. Too bad. ;;

Now, I did say I was drawing Misa, but in case that's not good enough for you, here's the Oocca I drew today on my flashgear board. Oocca are odd. They look like chickens with deformed heads, yet they are noble or special or something.
...At least, I'll be able to show you once my computer stops lagging.
...*waits*
.......*waits*
......So, I heard you like Mudkips.
Okay, it's huge because it wouldn't load on my gaia page, so I had to go to my account and take the link from there. I might do that in the future; it' s a nice size.

Which contains a blatant diversionary tactic

Today I did little. As predicted I read Silver Chair and Last Battle. Played a tiny bit of Twilight Princess but I am rather stuck in this City in the Sky... Then had lunch, napped, drew. I'm still working on that Matt.Mello picture. And I started a picture of Show from Alice Nine as well.

Someone in PG has received her AP scores already. Just when I had managed to forget for a few days that they were coming. *deep steadying breaths*

Anyway, now for something more lighthearted, a phrase which means, "the blatant diversionary tactic, which should hopefully distract you from the fact that this entry, like too many recent ones, contains neither art nor writing."
I made the questions for this survey myself.


What's happening next week?
Song: Angels of Mercy
Artist: The Bobs
Comments: I will either nearly choke or save someone who is choking. In Arizona.

What do my friends say about me behind my back?
Song: Jack's Obsession
Artist: Danny Elfman
Comments: ...Who's Jack..?!

What is usually a person's first impression of me?
Song: What's This?
Artist: Danny Elfman
Comments: Yes, I bet so.

What is my current theme song?
Song: Lのテーマ
Artist:タニウチヒデキ
Comments: HECK YES. I LOVE THIS GAME. <3

Where will I meet my soul mate?
Song: Frozen Ray
Artist: dj TAKA, if I remember correctly.
Comments: Up north. Oh, gosh, not in MN?!

What will my honeymoon be like?
Song: 遠い叫び
Artist: I'm pretty sure this is Chikai Konaka.
Comments: oO; Not very happy.

What is my true calling?
Song: Lose Loose Bounds
Artist: Whoever wrote the Texhnolyze OST.
Comments: Um. Okay. I'll keep that in mind.

Will I lead a happy life?
Song: The New Wild West
Artist: Jewel
Comments: That's not a happy song. D:

Will I have children?
Song: Naming the Band
Artist: The Bobs
Comments: "My parents were wrong; they named me 'Tree.'" So I will. And I will name him/her "Tree." Actually it would have to be her, because I have plans already for a he. I just have to pick which plan...

How will I die?
Song: Fleur de Saison
Artist: Emilie Simon
Comments: I will wilt after my time is up...

What song will they play at my funeral?
Song: A Dark Congregation
Artist: The Hush Sound
Comments: This song is about a funeral. B) This one's working well.

What is/will be my greatest accomplishment?
Song: Snow Coast
Artist: Yoshihiro Sawa[somethingcutoff]
Comments: Um? Maybe... meeting my soul mate will be my greatest accomplishment?

What will my last words be?
Song: Dirge
Artist: The DN guy with kanji.
Comments: I will sing my own funeral song... (This is one of the creepies... DX)


That's right. L's theme is my current theme song. You have my permission to turn green with jealousy. B)

Now I'm crawling towards the sun

So today I finished coloring the picture... I suppose it didn't turn out too bad. I wish I'd blended the shading on Link a little better... oh well. Water under the bridge.
I also made it into Snowpeak in the game... tracking the beast at the moment via reekfish. >__>
Other than that... I read a lot of HunterxHunter. Haven't done that in a while.

Also! Dinner was hot dogs grilled over our firepit. Then we set off more fireworks! Hurray for things that burn!

Yeah, I'm failing, huh?

I seriously meant to blog yesterday, but the internet was being slooowwwwww.

So pretty much all I've done the past few days is play Twilight Princess and other things which I can't remember. >___>; Yesterday we had a bonfire. Oh! And we set off a small firework! That's legal here!

I managed to color Wolf Link but am dilly-dallying on Midna's helmet and the Twilight coloring effects.

Today I cleaned my room. And in TP I got a beyblade to float around on. Yup.