It's Always the One's with the Most Going for Them that the World Hates

A girl at my school, Laura, is currently in the hospital with a brain tumor, located in her cerebellum. The doctors are hopeful based on the fact that it's located in the cerebellum and not on the brain stem, but currently she's in ICU after a bad reaction to pain medication and severe head and neck pain which required a spinal tap.

It's all so surreal. I know Laura from middle school, and she's an amazing, smart, funny, and genuinely kind person. She gets straight As and is an honors student involved with school activities. We got the message during 3rd hour yesterday but it really didn't hit me till about 4th hour, while watching my English teacher trying to not break down during our class.

All I ask is even though you may not know her, could you please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

~Mii-chan

Evolution

Gah, life is so hectic and busy @_@ I've been busy juggling school work, art, a new boyfriend (I <3 u Chris!!), and my mom getting sick.

I really need to get my scanner working again so I can post some new pieces and get the tutorial I promised AvariceTears. It's been about a month, time to start bugging me daily to get my ass in gear and get it finished, lol. ^_^;

For my Drawing & Design I class I had to draw a self portrait and I'm really proud of how it turned out. If my art teacher can send me a digital picture of it (the ones she liked and planned on using as examples for other classes were photographed x3) I'll post it up. I was amazed at how quickly I managed to finish it- roughly 2 hours- and considering the amount of ebony and shading... good lord. It doesn't surprise me that my shoulder and arm were killing me the next day.

On a completely unrelated note, if you are in any way a fan of Tim Berton or stop-motion animation, go see Coraline. I saw it today and LOVED IT!! Very dark and eerie, but a lot of fun. Next on my "To-See" movie list is PUSH. Looks cliche as hell, but for some reason I can't seem to understand I'm dying to see it, haha. Then I get to go see the one movie that has been pissing me off ever since the trailer was first released...

The Uninvited

Not only is it a godawful remake of an amazing Korean horror movie, A Tale of Two Sisters, that I completely and utterly adore, THEY ONLY DO HALF OF THE ORIGINAL MIND-EFF TWIST OF THE ORIGINAL MOVIE!!! GAHHHH!!!

Just goes to show you that you can't expect dumb American directors to understand the more intellectual foreign films... That's nothing to say of the director of Funny Games though. The guy directed both versions, so if the American one sucked that's his fault.

Immature 30 year old? Nani?

Well that'll learn me to have a snarky sense of humor.

Lordy, I sometimes wonder why I have a facebook or why I even use/update it. Seriously, there are some people at my school who'd I'd rather not talk to, but like to harrass me when I'm trying to chat with a friend over the new chat feature. It basicly started with this comment on a photo of a girl (that I do not enjoy being around) of a bananna in her mouth:

*rolls her eyes at peoples' blatant attention seeking behavior*

After that, all hell was supposed to break loose...I guess... See, this girl (lets call her Shelby) has a friend (Jami), and if you don't like Shelby, she'll cuss you out or try and tear your reputation to shreds... Or something...

Yeah, they're really that immature. Oh the joys of highschool.

So anyways, they find the first picture of me and my {ex}boyfriend and start trying to stir "shit" up. And somehow this got into a onesided arguement about how I can't act my age. O_o' And then in the spirit of conradictions, she then said the way I type makes me sound like I'm 30.

Anyone else confused yet? I know I am.

I'm the kind of person who thinks replies out and doesn't type whatever comes to mind or my initial thoughts on the matter. Yeah, that might make me kinda anal, but the way you act and type online says a lot about you, something both Jami and Shelby don't believe. Ah, well, no convincing them to see it my way.

Though I will admit it was funny when Shelby called me the biggest freak she'd ever known and then said she wasn't gonna talk to me any more. I was like "Finally!". It took at least 10 PMs of snarky comebacks and, surpisingly enough, no namecalling (on myside anyway).

If she's what's considered "normal" than by god as my witness, I'm glad I'm a "freak". Now if you'll excuse me, I have some "gay ass anime drawings" to work on. (lol)

~Mii-chan

Quick Thoughts

As part of my world, I'll be cross posting certain posts from my regular blog (Heliwood to here. To read all posts, both good and bad, important and complete drivel, click the link above.

Also, I'll be posting FanFic here before it goes up on my account at fanfic.net. If you notice gramatical mistakes, have comments, or suggestions go ahead and leave a comment. I can't get better if you don't help me!

That's about it.

~Mii-chan

May Angels Lead You In

The following FanFic contains major spoilers for the series Now and Then, Here and There. You have been warned.

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May Angels Lead You In
Because ten billion years' time is so fragile,
So ephemeral...
It arouses such a bittersweet,
Almost heartbreaking fondness…

“I’m tried of listening to your pointless drivel.” In a second, my entire world I thought I knew shattered to pieces. There was a cock of a gun and an explosion molten metal tearing through my insides. Never, in the ten years I had served under King Hamdo had I ever experienced a gun shot wound, more or less by someone I’d considered a comrade in arms. I gripped the railing for support as the solid earth underneath me began to careen out of control. Tabul was mocking me, but I couldn’t hear a single word he said. All I could think about was the pain; the blood seeping through my uniform and the god awful feeling of what I knew would hunt me down one day. I lost my grip on the railing and tumbled forward, down into one of the shafts, Tabul’s cynical laugh following me into the darkness.

When I finally hit the bottom, I managed to get to my knees before vomiting blood all over the sleek interior of the shaft. I fell back, burning fire moving up and down my abdomen, while a cold numbness started working its way into the tips of my fingers.

“Nabuca…Nabuca…”

“Boo…”

I rubbed at the corner of my eye as they began to water and sting. I would have kicked my own ass if I’d caught myself crying like this. Tears were a sign of weakness, and weakness in Helliwood was not tolerated. And all this over what? Soldiers close to death supposedly heard the voices of those they’d killed in combat, or at least that’s what I’d been told. Was it really my fault Boo had died? God, I was pathetic.

“Nabuca…don’t die yet.”

I groaned, gingerly clutching my abdomen.

“Find Shu…”

“And why the hell would I do that Boo?” I gasped, blood running down the side of my mouth. I knew that I was probably just going mad, but in some small way it was comforting.

“You wanted to go home too, right?”

I lay there in stunned silence. He was right. I would never make it home. I’d never see my mother again or act the way any normal fourteen year old boy should. If I didn’t convince Shu to leave, I’d died here in this godforsaken hell hole without reason. I almost laughed at the irony, but my breathing was becoming shallow, depriving me of valuable oxygen.

“Thank you Boo.” I managed to gasp before I began to haul myself through the shaft, hand over hand, leaving splashes of red streaks and hand prints the entire way.

What seemed like an eternity later, I managed to find the vent that lead to the barracks, letting my near lifeless body fall through the vent and onto the floor. By this point I barely even felt the impact. The pain working its way into my chest was doing its job as a damn good distraction. I dragged my limp legs to bars of the single prison holding the one person I needed for closure. I grasped the bars pulling myself into an upright position.

“Nabuca!” Before I even heard him, he was kneeling on the other side of the bars, trying to hold me up.

“Thought you could…use your stick.” I heaved, passing the thick piece of wood to Shu. Before he could speak, I took a shaky breath as more blood traveled up my throat.

“Listen to me.” I managed to gag, my own blood beginning to choke me, “You need to go back…” I paused, coughing blood onto the floor, black rimming the corner of my vision, “you need to…go…back to your own world.” I grasped his coat sleeve, praying he could save me. I prayed that this could be just a horrible nightmare and that I’d wake up to see my mother out in the garden picking fresh food for breakfast.

“That’s…where…you…” I took one last breath as the darkness tightened its final grasp on me, “…belong…”

Some how, before I lost consciousness and my heart stopped beating I knew, deep in my heart, that wherever I ended up, Boo, my mother, and everyone else I cared about would be waiting for me.

And that single thought deeply, truly scared me.

“…May angels lead you in, hear you me my friend…
…On sleepless roads the sleepless go…
…May angels lead you in…”