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LiveJournal for fallan_phantem.
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| Thursday, October 19th, 2006 |
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Dear people who stalk me (Last count: 0) and people who I stalk (Last count: 2), I just spelled the word poeple, when I tried to spell people. But, ignoring that, I will be off the internet for a week or two. Like I have been all this week. ...'Cause of stuff. Yeah... That's all. |
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| Saturday, October 14th, 2006 |
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Happy Belated Friday The Thirteenth! I tried to get on the computer in time, but the damn little bastard (brother) wouldn't get off the damn thing! [swears loudly at her pencil] So I'm about thirty-two minutes late to wishing you a Happy Friday The Thirteenth. DAMN IT! Thirteen used to be my lucky number, now it's pissing me off. ANYWAYS... I haven't seen "Urban Jungle" yet, but from what I understand, Danny is really a girl. Or has been severely castrated. But earlier, as I was cooking dinner, I mentioned this to little bastard, and he made some unintentional perverted jokes! Vlad/Danny jokes, nonetheless! Here, I quote him as best I can (And yeah, he used the word weewee): "Maybe Vlad took danny's weewee! Maybe Vlad collects weewees! "Vlad: Ooh, let's try this one out! Aim in the hole, and fire! No, this one's not good... Ooh, this one's full of juice!" I swear, he said that! XD Jeez, he had no idea about the mental images I was getting! I don't really feel like babbling about the other junk in my life, so... yeah. That's all. |
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| Tuesday, September 5th, 2006 |
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I've been fandom hopping for a while (Kingdom Hearts, Fullmetal Alchemist, Harry Potter, Naruto, Danny Phantom, South Park, Xiaolin Showdown, Pokemon, and Invader Zim), and have yet to get any ideas for fics. Plenty of doodles (and even an interesting, slashy, Xiaolin Showdown dream which will be posted later), but nne all to great. Anyways, while cruising through random journals, I found this:
From Go-Quiz.com That's right, fucker! I got a mouth like a fuckin' sailor, and you better not piss me off, dammit! |
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| Monday, September 4th, 2006 |
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Apparently, Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, died today. Here, I found this on wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Irwin#Death That's so... wow. A stingray? I'm surprised it wasn't a, you know, crocodile. Or alligator. And he had a son and a daughter. This is just... shit, man, I don't know. Depressing. |
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| Tuesday, August 29th, 2006 |
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| Sunday, August 27th, 2006 |
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"Troublesome." he muttered, tugging on the tie he was wearing. He didn't really like ties. It would be so easy for an enemy ninja to come up and choke you with one. "What's the point of a wedding if I don't even get to see my bride?" "You do get to see her, but not right now! It's considered bad luck for the groom to see his bride before the wedding." TenTen said, slapping his hand away from his tie. "And leave that alone; you're messing it up!" She fixed it back in place, but when she turned her back, Shikamaru continued to tug on it. Damn tie. "So troublesome." But later, as he saw Temari coming up the isle (With Gaara escorting her), dressed in a beautiful sand colored wedding gown with her village's symbol woven into the back, he couldn't help but think that it was worth it. ~ Birthday present for  kimurasato. I could have done better, I think. [pokes the drabble, unsatisfied]
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| Saturday, August 19th, 2006 |
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My brother, as I type, is trying to convince me to play Kingdom Hearts II. Problem? Insectophobia. Assuming roaches are insects. But that doesn't really matter, because I'm scared of all kinds of bugs and insects anyways. He's yelling, crying, kicking, and just generally trying to force me into my room (Where incidentaly, the PS2 is located). But also located within the confines of that chaos is... A roach! [gasp] And me, being the fucked up little psycho I am, am deathly afraid of the little buggers (Crappy pun intended to ease my mind). I wish I could say this stemmed from the OCD, but no, it's the phobia. I know the fear is irrational, because the things are smaller than me, and it's not like they can drop on my face and start nawing it off! But that's part of it being a phobia. An irrational fear of something you know is harmless. But just because I know it's harmless doesn't make me feel any better. The fear is still there. Dammit, what was the point of this post!? [slams head against desk repeatedly] Later (Tommorow or a week from now or never), I may do a pointless post on OCD, cause I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Just warning you, before you end up with this long ass post about OCD showing up on your Friends Page thing. Feel free to ignore it. And this post. |
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| Sunday, August 13th, 2006 |
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Lately (For three to four weeks) I've been obsessed with KH and KH2. So obsessed, that I decided to make Organization XIII members out of my sims in Sims 2 (For PS2). It's four members to a household. In one household, I have Demyx, Axel, Zexion, and Marluxia. In the other, I have Larxene, Luxord, Vexen, and Roxas. It sucks, though, because the house with Roxas and the others got deleted. Oh, well. Anyways, I've been letting Little Bastard control the Uber Gay House (The one with Axel). And he's been killing them, really. They're poor and depressed, and going hungry. And despite there being four seperate beds, they've been falling asleep in a puddle of their own pee (Little Bastard sold the toilets). But Axel's pissed off. As of five minutes ago, Axel (Who, in the game, controls fire) has set the house alight. Twice. But we still have Demyx's pool (For his element is water)! I am amused. |
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| Friday, August 11th, 2006 |
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A Kuwabara (YYH) drabble for Miss Scribe (scribe_protra). Here is your birthday present. I hope you like it! How many people had called him useless? A lot, actually. It was almost routine. It bothered him. Was he useless? Really? Sitting on a bench in the park, he mused, watching two little girls and a boy play hide and seek. He wasn't as strong as Yusuke. Couldn't pull any fancy moves like Hiei. And wasn't smart like Kurama (Who had an almost 500 year headstart). What could he do? What, that wouldn't be completely useless? Nothing came to mind. "Hey, Kuwabara!" Yusuke said loudly--scaring the children--while plopping down beside him. "Agh, don't sneak up on me like that!" Kuwabara yelled, pretending to be surprised, punching the other lightly in the arm. "What are you doing here?" "I got bored and went for a walk. Pacifier Breath hasn't given us a mission to do in weeks." Yusuke grinned, probably enjoying the time off more than he let on. "So, what were you thinking so deeply about? I've never seen you like that." "Nothing." Kuwabara turned his head away, staring instead at the playing children. "It couldn't have been nothing," Yusuke said, poking him. "You looked so serious!" Sighing, Kuwabara said, "Am I useless?" Yusuke stared at him, serious now. "No." Kuwabara looked at him disbelievingly. "You're not! You're kind, loyal, strong willed, you can easily control spirit energy." Ticking them off on his fingers, Yusuke glared at him. "Don't ever think of yourself as useless! Do it again, and I'll smash you're face into the pavement!" Staring at him, feeling a little better, Kuwabara smiled slightly. "Thanks." "For what?" "Nothin'." Kuwabara muttered, grinning, knowing the routine. Personally, I think it sucked. But, think what you will. |
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| Friday, July 28th, 2006 |
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You zap Insomniac Jaki with the Wand of Dashxdanny. Insomniac Jaki looks a little healthier. See what you do, Jaki? I zap you with the wand of your favorite Danny Phantom pairing and you heal! Insomniac Jaki attacks you, but your armour protects you. But everytime we attack each other, my Armour of Femmeslash protects me! ...But then a few seconds later my armour seems to stop working and you hit me for 10 HP. When I finally kill you, I got 13 gold peices. Our lucky number! I escaped from the Dungeon of Fallan Phantem!I killed Insomniac Jaki the owlbear. I looted the Wand of Dashxdanny, the Sceptre of Royxed, a Figurine of Tavalya Ra, the Sword of Yaoi, the Armour of Femmeslash, the Dagger of Vladxdanny, the Armour of Royed and 13 gold pieces. Score: 88 Explore the Dungeon of Fallan Phantem and try to beat this score,or enter your username to generate and explore your own dungeon... Eventually, I realize that I suck and nothing else resides in my dungeon, so I escape. ...But I'm still amused. |
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I escaped from the Dungeon of Fallan Phantem!I looted the Sceptre of Royxed, the Dagger of Vladxdanny, the Sword of Yaoi, the Armour of Femmeslash, the Armour of Royed and 0 gold pieces. Score: 25 Explore the Dungeon of Fallan Phantem and try to beat this score,or enter your username to generate and explore your own dungeon... Ah, how amused I am! |
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| Sunday, July 23rd, 2006 |
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Okay, I've been back for a little over two days now. I see. Hey, if anyone saw me bouncing around the internet, one any account under any name at the time of my absence, that wasn't really me (Except for what I've done on deviantart. That was me. And there were a few occasions where I managed to get on.). I gave my best friend, insomniac_jaki permission to manage all my accounts and actually impersonate me for the while I was out, while she kept me updated about the communities I'm in and so on. Don't freak out, it's no big deal, I just wanted you to know. But, I'm finally back and my being back won't change anything, really. [shrugs] That's all. |
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| Wednesday, June 21st, 2006 |
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I'm sorry, anyone who happens to be stalking me (Cause I sure as hell don't actually have any friends), but I won't be able to get on the internet for an indefinite amount of time. It may be just a few weeks or till summer ends. I may be able to get on for very brief stretches of time, but I'm not positive. In the meantime, insomniac_jaki has agreed to take care of my journal and such, checking my e-mail, etc. She may also be posting the stories I send for her to post. Otherwise, I'll have no contact with the internet.This internet hiatus starts Friday, so if you have a message for me, send it to me now. I can be contacted at fallan_phantem@yahoo.com or just leave a comment. That's all. P.S. I'll probably make a goodbye post on Friday. |
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| Friday, June 9th, 2006 |
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This has made me laugh: http://cnn.netscape.cnn.com/news/story.jsp?idq=/ff/story/0001/20060609/0757790178.htm&sc=1333&photoid=20060606AMS201 Not only because video games have become a real problem, but because apparently the addiction's just as bad as being addicted to drugs. |
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| Sunday, June 4th, 2006 |
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Apparently, I had a Mexican guy checking me out last night. Which is really odd because I look like a boy. He's gay/bi, perhaps? |
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| Friday, May 26th, 2006 |
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There's this image Jaki keeps putting in my head. It's from the Danny Phantom teaser in which Danny transforms in front of an assload of people (Probably the entire teen population of Amity Park) and Danny says "Uuhh... Nobody saw that, right?" Except, when Jaki talks about it, she insists that Butch really meant for Danny to say, "Oh, FUCK no!" I don't know why, but I like this image. It entertains me. |
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| Wednesday, May 24th, 2006 |
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Heheheh... [grins stupidly] This speaking, ladies and gentlemen, is insomniac_jaki! I snuck here and Fallan's gonna be pissed, but not too much! (I hope...) Anyways, Fallan told me I got an honorable mention in tavalya_ra's journal! How cool is that, bitches!? Hell yes! Sorry, this is pointless and I just couldn't resist. Uh oh, I gotta go! Fallan's coming! Well, bye!
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| Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006 |
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It seems Ja (Aw, fuck it, she's insomniac_jaki) and I have been involved in some wank. Not really in it like tavalya_ra is, but still following along and making comments. Well, Jaki is. I'm really just watching her and giving advice on the sidelines. Oh, erm, Jaki says "HI!" Anyways... here's this famous discussion that I'm talking about: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/33303836/ Okay, Tabalya left, but the wank is still going on. That's all. |
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| Friday, May 5th, 2006 |
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Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, goth Fallan. Happy birthday to me. Oh, and what a pleasure it was seeing that dead dog on the morning of my birthday. *sarcasm* The birthday goth is feeling pissy! That would be me. Today is my birthday, as you now know. I just had a party. A little one, with just close family, Ja, and G. It was a little depressing. My day at school sucked. But I got to talk to C, at least, at the end of the day. It doesn’t make up for the bad day, but it was still good. We hardly ever see each other any more. The other day he gave me an A.F.I. mix CD he made. It had a few songs I’ve never heard by A.F.I., and the song “99 Red Balloons” by Goldfinger. Oh, and I got to see Jo today! I think I may have a little crush on him, but I’m not sure. He’s cute, and funny as hell. Not to mention, incredibly smart. But he can crack a joke, and I laugh till my stomach hurts if funny enough. And they usually are. He’s a former drug addict. But still cool. But, anyways, I want to type about my presents. For my birthday, I got a guitar from my slightly ecstatic uncle. From Mom, H, and little bastard (brother), I got two books by Stephen King; The Green Mile; The Complete Novel and Cell, which I have pined for ever since it came out; I also acquired the movie Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, which was a better movie than I had first anticipated. I thought that it would fuck with the book, and it did, a little, but not badly. Also, from them, they gave me a new TV with a built in DVD player, since little bastard has my old one. It’s very nice. But, above all, my favorite presents come from Sister, Je, and Niece. They gave me a BEAUTIFUL tiger statue, about six inches high and a foot long, made in India and of real leather! Once again, BEAUTIFUL! From them I also got a grey shirt that’s only one size smaller than I like my shirts. It has Popeye the Sailor Man on the front. He’s holding a guitar and written below him in brown are the words “Popeye Rock.” Niece gave me my present from her early. Yesterday, in fact. It was a gold chain necklace from one of those vending machines. She and Sister also gave me, yesterday, a beautiful wooden box with a brown and green flowery design on the top. It held a dragon key chain inside, which I also loved. I loved those presents most in their simplicity and the love and thought which went into them. Perhaps those three people are the only ones in my life who will ever really hold my love and admiration. (Them and maybe Jo.) But there it is. My day. I really never got excited today. Nothing at all made my heart speed up in anticipation or anything. Despite it being my birthday. (Except for seeing Jo.) That’s all. ~Fallan Phantem |
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| Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006 |
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On Friday, April 28 of 2006, Mom, G, J, Ja, and I went to a concert featuring Hurt as the opening act, followed by Three Days Grace, and then, the stars of the Staind concert, STAIND! They had a security check thing. I had to stand, arms and legs spread apart, as some guy waved this rectangular metal detector around my body. The guy doing this thought I was male. I didn’t correct him, because I knew I looked the part. I admit, Hurt was much better than I at first thought they would be. One guy played a fiddle. It was a good addition. Though, I must remind you, this was my first concert, and, despite my eye makeup and black lipstick, spiked hair that would have gouged out an eye, very wild appearance in general, I was very stoic. But when Three Days Grace came out, I loosened up enough to cheer and pump my fists and such. The light show they put on the adjacent wall and that one behind us and across from us was very nice. It was a display of interchanging patterns that I couldn’t name. When Staind came out, I stood and cheered, pumping my fist and such. Screaming ‘till my just barely healed throat hurt some. Not much. I screamed my head off and during one of the songs I was unfamiliar with, Mom bought my brother (Who was not with us or at the concert) and I Staind shirts. Near the end of the concert, we got closer to the stage, I cheered louder than I had all night then. The light show they put on was fabulous; I enjoyed it immensely. During the break, in between band performances, whilst the crew was expanding the size of the stage, I pulled out my book, Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King, and read some. Not really good concert conduct, as my mother kindly informed me, but I didn’t really give a shit. Later on, as we left, I remarked loudly at the greatness of the concert. *** I’ve noticed lately that kids at my school have been carrying around boxes of cereal. My thoughts: What the hell? *** Monday, April something (Two weeks before the concert) of 2006, I had a tonsillectomy. When I awoke from the operation, I cried and thrashed, which hurt my throat, but at the time I didn’t give a damn. When Mom tried to give me water, I couldn’t tell if I was swallowing it or pouring it into my mouth and drooling it back out. I did a lot of spitting and drooling during that week, because actually swallowing hurt. When I got home from the hospital, I went to sleep and woke up at short intervals for liquids and medicine. The next day was the same. I consumed no food on either day. On the third day, I watched Mirror Mask, which my sister let me borrow, and ate mashed potatoes. Only soft foods for me. The fourth day was the worst, but I found that a great relief was pudding and Icees. I hated the ice cream, despite what I heard of people loving to eat it after a tonsillectomy. I took one bite and avoided it like the plague from then on. I got an extra week out of school, though, and am now back. During that time, I hated Mom immensely. *** We’ve been playing softball for a week. I’m a decent batter, but when it comes to fielding, I downright suck and embarrass myself. I hate this. *** My most important notebook got stolen. It had my poem, Fallen Phantom, in it. I haven’t seen it since. I’ve been trying to recreate it from memory, as my only copy was in that notebook, but so far I still have chunks of it I can’t quite recall. Suffice to say, this is a sore subject for me. *** And so ends this extremely long report on my life during the past few weeks. That’s all. |
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LiveJournal for fallan_phantem.
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annoyed.
perverted.
depressed.
blah.
accomplished.
a little freaked out.