Writer's Block: Message in a bottle
An olive green crayon, a mirror and a pack of cigs.
Because I'm ignored or at least I feel like I am, I'm narcissistic and, well... I smoke.
Deep.
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And also, a picspam, because he was adorable. :)
I was walking down the street today, and a man walked towards me, and I literally jumped about 3 metres sideways away from him. I don't really know why, I think he just shocked me. He started laughing at me anyway, and he went--
'Sorry love, I didn't mean to scare you, I only wanted the time.' Real apologetic, like.
I felt like a right prick.
Anyway. Picspam, because I love Richey Edwards <3
I like having friends who are naive in some areas, because I can give them advice. No one gave me advice when I was naive did they? Oh no, I had to learn the HARD way that mixng lager with about 200ml vodka in the same cup was a BAD idea.
it's always the oldest who gets into that sort of shit, because they don't have anyone to tell them otherwise. :)
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gave me:
David Bowie
Axl Rose
Adrian Veidt
Richey Edwards
So, here are all my previous fics. All of them are Watchmen currently, because of how obsessed with it I was when I first created my Livejournal account earlier this year, but I'm looking to change that. I might go all teenage girl on your asses and write some bandfic. :) I'd really appreciate some criticism and reviews for these, seriously. Make me love you forever. =]
P.S - I really was fond of Adrian, wasn't I?
Alone In The Dark - Dan/Adrian
Laurie's death prompts Dan to pay Adrian a visit. Gloomy stuff, you have been warned.
Human - Doc. Manhattan/Adrian
In sleep, he was nothing more than a frightened child.
He Shot Me Down -Comedian/Ozy
Ozymandias' first and only defeat came at the hands of the Comedian.
Words Won't Save You Now -Adrian
Adrian considers the world he's changed, his childhood, and how he became the way he is.
And the yet to be Watchmen/Bowie Crossover Series:
Saints & Sinners -Bowie/Adrian
The first in the series, and also the end of the story. A gun, a chair, and an unoccupied room.
Red Lights & The White Lady -Bowie/Adrian/Eddie
Sex, Drugs, and Sarcastic Jokes.
Me and my best friend went out last night and bought a load of scented Blunt wraps and Weed Lollies. You'd think nothing would happen, but you really do get an effect off them. Not the same as smoking it obviously, but still.
We went to the fair and went on about 5 different waltzers before we found the hardcore strobe lightning ones that go on for about 10 minutes at 100 mph. They're just the best. Oh, and some boy went flying out of one of those G-Force rides, and my mate was on it when it happened. He hit the barrier outside the road about 2 inches below his spine. Lucky bastard.
I'm really missing my fic writing, so any prompts or anything would be nice. I really just ramble on in these posts about nothing now. I'm going to get a list of my previous fics up later on I think. =]
Oh god, lust is a terrible thing.
Especially when it's for someone that's off limits, and you never thought you had a chance with anyway. And then that someone starts flirting with you really badly and invites you to a party with them. Tut.
And this isn't the one I usually go on about, this is a new one. And it's a lot more about shallow lust than anything else. GET OUT OF MY HEAD BRAIN.
I'm a whore.
I wish I wasn't sooo obsessed with guys. I need an actual boyfriend, so I can stay focused. Seriously.
Here is a reason why people on drugs are hilarious.
Me and my friend were sat in her front room getting high whilst watching this weird programme that was just basically fish swimming around in a tank. Her parents were away so we were just trying to do as much as we could get away with in that time.
Anyway, yeah.
There was this crash coming from outside, and the pair of us get really paranoid when we're high, and her parents have all these antiques in their front room, including a sword.
Yes, a sword.
So we decided it'd be a good idea to go into the bag garden with this sword to see who was outside. And my friend was like holding it out in the air and swiping it so it made that SHWWWWWIIIING noise, and I was going--
'YEAH! Bet you wish you chose next door now!'
And that's when her cat jumped off the top of her shed, and we both ran inside screaming.
It was the cat. :(
Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.
bipolar_brit gave me:
12oz mouse, lambert and butler, the electric chair, guns n' roses, southern accents, ginger hair, 80's highschool movies
Fuck college. It's bollocks.
And fuck him for standing me up today.
I was stood there for like an hour.
Today has been a very bad day. Just like yesterday.
I'm thinking of quitting college also.
I don't know what i'd do, but I just know I hate it and it isn't worth it to me at the moment.
I might just go for a walk in a straight line and see where I go.