A note-taking timeline of the fandom persuasion.

[shirozora]

So I re-found my pocket/purse-sized notebooks going back to 2007...no, wait, I'm still missing one. Goddamn it. But I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere...unless Mom somehow got into my things.

ANYWAY.

Let's type up the first and last page of each notebook, because I'm cleaning my room.

Notebook #1:

Passion's Killing Floor
What Does It Feel Like To Be A Ghost?
Who We Are
First Time
What I've Done
The Boys of Summer
Retina & The Sky
Before It's Too Late
Second to None
Makes Me Wonder
Let Love In
The Kill

(okay the last page is in freaking hangul so let's skip that)

I'm not saying you're stupid but I'm thinking it.

I'm just one big freakin' ray of sunshine.

It's cute how you think I'm listening.

Notebook #2:

Student Activities vs. Reslife
UPS/FedEx vs. U.S. Postal

mailbox <-- Wed. inventory list to RA

[You do not want to piss off the cleaning lady.]

Lingo --> figure out how they communicate/act together.

Sun-Thurs: 11PM-7AM
Fri-Sat: 1AM-7AM

534-HELP
534-WALK

Fish: Less than 30 gal
--> 50 gal

(so....first day of college, anyone?)

"I'm 'Nudes On Ice'!" ~ Stewie

chicory

Digimon Avengers X-Men Star Wars Biyomon Ms. Marvel Rogue Darth Vader
Spiderman (wtf)

yay ceramics!

MIKA

Notebook #3:

653

Old Man Frank & Allison

Fred: Jennifer?
Jenny: Yeah, old man? (wait, then who's Allison?)
F: I got you a horse.
J: Oh really? Where? When?
F: Fasig-Tipton. Just now.
J: You never buy at an auction.
F: I know. I just couldn't pass this one up.
J: Yeah? What d'you get me?
F: A yearling filly. Big, ugly black thing. Got a temper, too.
J: Always the cranky ones. What's so ugly about her?
F: She's coarse, overgrown. She's gonna be a big one. Got a nice walk, though. Like a wh-re. (fyi - this is a reference to a quote by real life TB racehorse trainer Lukas and how he picks his fillies)
J: Stealing from Lukas now, old man?
F: I'm older; I'm entitled.
J: Ha, ha. All right. Any other reasons?
F: Got a nice pedigree. Bit outside the market though. Nice distance sire, and sound. She'll be with us for a while.
J: That's great, Frank! Who's her parents?
F: Tiznow and Concertina.
J: ...you bought a Concertina?
F: No one was bidding so I thought I'd try-
J: Jesus, Frank! A Concertina? Are you crazy? Ever since Pirate Lord won the Belmont her foals have been selling like crazy! Last Symphony was 2.1 mil, remember?
F: I was there; I was the one who said she'd top the sales. And she turned into a nice runner, too-

His eyes are blue. Not blue but blue. Like stormy blue, sky blue, sea blue, sapphire blue, neon blue, chemical fire blue, denim blue, baby blue, iridescent blue-
"Uh, Dean? You with us?
Shit.

"Likes them books too much," Uriel says with a snort. "Always been the family bookworm."
Watching Castiel reorganize the books with loving care, Dean couldn't agree more.

Chuck Shirley is a novelist living in a backroom at The Bookshop b/c a palm tree fell on his house.

Ruby: How's Uncle Jimmy?
Uriel: Sane.
Castiel: Uriel!

Nick & Lucy

Notebook #4:

NaNiWriMo 2009 11/2009

Fireflies and Empty Skies
- 50k word Supernatural fanfic

• time is different in Heaven.
  
• when Castiel finally fights his way back to earth he finds an old, bitter Sam, and learns that Dean died decades earlier - he faded away, then one night went to sleep and never woke up. His soul had died, meaning he no longer exists. Enraged he turns on Heaven, forcing them to go back in time to stop the angel. Parallels 5.04.
  
• ultimate reason why they send Castiel back to earth, but sync it so that Sam thinks he's the one who saved Dean
  
• Heaven realizes like Hell that they can't ignore the Winchesters: they know too much and can turn their knowledge + experience against them

OST

• Flesh For Bones = Terra Naomi
  
• Unfold = Marie Digby


1/2011

Tron: User.
Sam: No. I thought you died-
Tron: I didn't. I am... I am...
Sam: Dad called you Tron.

why is there plot omfg fml

Sam is first mistaken as a neutral program, then as either a weapon or a threat. As a User he has immense power; as the mythical Creator's son - and therefore a Creator himself - he is the ultimate weapon in the civil war.

plot: get Sam to Kevin's house in the Outlands and then to the portal across the Sea of Simulation.

29.63
530.00

Notebook #5:


• The Destroyer and the Lamb - Mohr Siebeck
  
• The Combat Myth in the Book of Revelation - Adela Yarbro Collins
  
• The Case for Angels - Peter S. Williams


• steal Zuse's cane
  
• go back to the club and give it to Crystal
  
• she tells them to rest in the back room while she finds them a light runner
  
• sam wakes up to find that Tron's octopussed himself around him and he's purring like Rinzler. Crystal is sitting in the bubble chair, watching the club through the transparent barrier
  
• she asks Sam about Quorra (no she didn't) - mp3s vs MP3s (she didn't either, and what does that even mean) - and gives him a light runner baton (no she didn't) - larger than the lightcycle baton (no it isn't) - and tells him the real reason why she's helping them is because she believes they can save the Grid
  
• Tron has a purpose/function again>


Christmas
home
kitchen set
babysitting
baby/expecting
toys/spoiled rotten
red bounce ball/play things

studio m 1M06L29 black
84228

maxstudio.com
AN #58822

sick of Monday? k-pop
- 2ne1?

"His voice is completely gone...slides all the way in (?)"
"The grip... <-- fix what follow ...a second ago."

LONG SENTENCE

"he scrapes his teeth...(,)<-- delete hard enough to make him flinch."
(so I was writing porn then)

Notebook #6:

A notebook full of fanfic plottery. Excellent waste of $20.

Mind the porn.

(last completely filled page at the moment; notebook isn't finished yet)

for the both of us. It has nothing to do w/ you being a program on the Grid or where someone belongs. You'll be giving up everything that you know, everything that you are, if you stay. have you really thought about it? It can't be about me. it has to be about you,because if you end up regretting this decision..."

This...this is hilarious shit. I didn't change anything. This is exactly what's on the pages of these notebooks. God, what was I on?