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I had a super!emo post typed up earlier today, but I didn't feel like posting it. Have a meme instead! :D
1. Reply to this meme by yelling "Hey, Y-O-U", and I will give you five words that remind me of you.
2. Then post them in your journal and explain what they mean to you.
3. Keep in mind that if I don't know you that well, your words might end up kind of odd or weird.
(from jasj )
1. Ryo/Shige
Well, uh, what do I say here? It's my favorite pairing, so it means ~lots~ to me. I think it was the pairing first JE fic I read a really, really long time ago, even though I... had no idea which one was Shige at the time. .___. Quite regardless, I'm happy when signs of it show up, like if one of them mentions the other in an interview or, er, if they interact at all. /lame (I'm allowed to have my fantasies.) It's one of the pairings I write most, and I need to get out of it and stop it from ninja-ing into my fic. D:
2. Kobayashi Ryoko
I love her. No kidding. She is one of my favorite actresses and is gorgeous and means that I'm not entirely focused on JE all the time. XD;; No, but I saw her first in Hinokio, though I didn't know who she was at the time. After she became Juliet opposite Ueda, it sort of blossomed into "lakjgdlsd she is so pretty *___*" and then "I LOVE HER, NO JOKE". Or something. I have all the pictures of her I can find, and own plenty of KERA because of her. <3
I also made her a pimp post, which you can find here.
3. Baking/Cooking
I believe this falls under the category of food, so I'll talk about food first. I love food. Food to me is one of the most important things in life, because you only really get about twenty-one meals a week, so in the end, you really don't end up eating a ton of different foods in your lifetime. It's what keeps you alive and hey, a lot of the time it just tastes good.
On that note, my mother always taught me that the things that taste the best in life are things you've made yourself. So far, this has held true. *___* I love baking for some reason, even if I'm not a fan of candy. Baked goods for me are good because a lot of the time they're not as sweet as just plain chocolate or candy, and plus it's fun to bake and decorate.
Cooking, on the other hand, is relaxing for me. It sounds weird because I hate heat, but chopping vegetables and washing rice are just sort of things to help me get into a zone without as much stress as usual. I'm not a bad cook either (I think I'm pretty darn good) and I'm good at improvising. Everything just sort of works out that way.
The things I make may not be the most beautiful or delicious things in the world, but they're usually my own creations and god darn it, I love it.
4. Badminton
AKA THE ONLY SPORT I PLAY. .____. But, uh, really, I can only skillfully play badminton. Everything else I sort of fail at. *can't catch anything*
I started when I was in junior high, in the sixth grade. It's been a while since then, but I've learned a lot. Being who I am, short, stout, and not athletic at all, it seems amazing that I could come so far at all. Granted, a lot of people would have major ~skills~ if they've been playing as long as I have, but since I'm not good at sports in general, it's important that I've kept with it and have gotten this good.
It also eats my time, saps my energy, and makes me frustrated. But I'm okay with that. It keeps me healthy and happy and it's fun.
5. Degler
Degler means long nights, a lot of reading, frustration, B pluses, and procrastination. It's not a terrible book, really, but it is lengthy and difficult and refuses to cooperate with me. A lot.
On the other hand, it means getting better at reading, doing better in college classes, and understanding American history more. So I'll take it for now.
Oh, and! I haven't written in a while, so tonight (while procrastinating), I opened up a document and scribbled something short down. It's not amazing, but I like it. (it might be a little cliche, but I'm okay with that.)
She looks at him curiously. And then she smiles, laughing and shaking her head. "You're kidding, right?" she says, that voice he is so used to sounding more astonished and amused than he's ever heard from her before. "Right?"
Forcing a laugh to his mouth, the sound harsh to him, he nods too. "Yeah," he replies. "Just kidding. What did you think?"
She lets out a soft little sigh (it might be wistful but he's probably imagining it) and looks at her hands, where they rest smooth and pale against the table they share. "You're too obvious," she replies vaguely, turning to look at the golden-blue sky they sit under. He figures the sun has to start setting soon, but gets distracted by the way the light shimmers over her hair.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he chuckles, hoping it sounds like he's joking. His voice probably tells her what he really wants to know.
She shrugs, not revealing any emotion at all. "Nothing."
He pauses, opening his mouth in an attempt to say something in reply. All that comes out is what he said the first time.
"I'm in love with you."
This time, when she smiles, it is soft and kind, like butterflies turning the corners of her lips up. "You're kidding, right?" she says again, and this time, he shakes his head.
"Nah, this time I'm serious."
She nods, simply, and picks up her iced tea. "Then I'm in love with you too," she says, and starts sipping her drink without another word. He thinks about reaching for her hand when she sets it down on the table, tapping nails idly against the wood, her gaze settled upon a waitress with a delicious looking desert walking by. He decides that he doesn't need to.
He waves the waitress over. "Can I get one of those desserts you just had?"
Her eyes light up and she grins at him, happy.
It's enough.
Wheeeeee, fluff.
Okay, time to pack up my schoolwork and head off to bed. I hate getting off of daylight savings time; there are only 23 hours in the day. D:
1. Reply to this meme by yelling "Hey, Y-O-U", and I will give you five words that remind me of you.
2. Then post them in your journal and explain what they mean to you.
3. Keep in mind that if I don't know you that well, your words might end up kind of odd or weird.
(from jasj )
1. Ryo/Shige
Well, uh, what do I say here? It's my favorite pairing, so it means ~lots~ to me. I think it was the pairing first JE fic I read a really, really long time ago, even though I... had no idea which one was Shige at the time. .___. Quite regardless, I'm happy when signs of it show up, like if one of them mentions the other in an interview or, er, if they interact at all. /lame (I'm allowed to have my fantasies.) It's one of the pairings I write most, and I need to get out of it and stop it from ninja-ing into my fic. D:
2. Kobayashi Ryoko
I love her. No kidding. She is one of my favorite actresses and is gorgeous and means that I'm not entirely focused on JE all the time. XD;; No, but I saw her first in Hinokio, though I didn't know who she was at the time. After she became Juliet opposite Ueda, it sort of blossomed into "lakjgdlsd she is so pretty *___*" and then "I LOVE HER, NO JOKE". Or something. I have all the pictures of her I can find, and own plenty of KERA because of her. <3
I also made her a pimp post, which you can find here.
3. Baking/Cooking
I believe this falls under the category of food, so I'll talk about food first. I love food. Food to me is one of the most important things in life, because you only really get about twenty-one meals a week, so in the end, you really don't end up eating a ton of different foods in your lifetime. It's what keeps you alive and hey, a lot of the time it just tastes good.
On that note, my mother always taught me that the things that taste the best in life are things you've made yourself. So far, this has held true. *___* I love baking for some reason, even if I'm not a fan of candy. Baked goods for me are good because a lot of the time they're not as sweet as just plain chocolate or candy, and plus it's fun to bake and decorate.
Cooking, on the other hand, is relaxing for me. It sounds weird because I hate heat, but chopping vegetables and washing rice are just sort of things to help me get into a zone without as much stress as usual. I'm not a bad cook either (I think I'm pretty darn good) and I'm good at improvising. Everything just sort of works out that way.
The things I make may not be the most beautiful or delicious things in the world, but they're usually my own creations and god darn it, I love it.
4. Badminton
AKA THE ONLY SPORT I PLAY. .____. But, uh, really, I can only skillfully play badminton. Everything else I sort of fail at. *can't catch anything*
I started when I was in junior high, in the sixth grade. It's been a while since then, but I've learned a lot. Being who I am, short, stout, and not athletic at all, it seems amazing that I could come so far at all. Granted, a lot of people would have major ~skills~ if they've been playing as long as I have, but since I'm not good at sports in general, it's important that I've kept with it and have gotten this good.
It also eats my time, saps my energy, and makes me frustrated. But I'm okay with that. It keeps me healthy and happy and it's fun.
5. Degler
Degler means long nights, a lot of reading, frustration, B pluses, and procrastination. It's not a terrible book, really, but it is lengthy and difficult and refuses to cooperate with me. A lot.
On the other hand, it means getting better at reading, doing better in college classes, and understanding American history more. So I'll take it for now.
Oh, and! I haven't written in a while, so tonight (while procrastinating), I opened up a document and scribbled something short down. It's not amazing, but I like it. (it might be a little cliche, but I'm okay with that.)
She looks at him curiously. And then she smiles, laughing and shaking her head. "You're kidding, right?" she says, that voice he is so used to sounding more astonished and amused than he's ever heard from her before. "Right?"
Forcing a laugh to his mouth, the sound harsh to him, he nods too. "Yeah," he replies. "Just kidding. What did you think?"
She lets out a soft little sigh (it might be wistful but he's probably imagining it) and looks at her hands, where they rest smooth and pale against the table they share. "You're too obvious," she replies vaguely, turning to look at the golden-blue sky they sit under. He figures the sun has to start setting soon, but gets distracted by the way the light shimmers over her hair.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he chuckles, hoping it sounds like he's joking. His voice probably tells her what he really wants to know.
She shrugs, not revealing any emotion at all. "Nothing."
He pauses, opening his mouth in an attempt to say something in reply. All that comes out is what he said the first time.
"I'm in love with you."
This time, when she smiles, it is soft and kind, like butterflies turning the corners of her lips up. "You're kidding, right?" she says again, and this time, he shakes his head.
"Nah, this time I'm serious."
She nods, simply, and picks up her iced tea. "Then I'm in love with you too," she says, and starts sipping her drink without another word. He thinks about reaching for her hand when she sets it down on the table, tapping nails idly against the wood, her gaze settled upon a waitress with a delicious looking desert walking by. He decides that he doesn't need to.
He waves the waitress over. "Can I get one of those desserts you just had?"
Her eyes light up and she grins at him, happy.
It's enough.
Wheeeeee, fluff.
Okay, time to pack up my schoolwork and head off to bed. I hate getting off of daylight savings time; there are only 23 hours in the day. D: