A few quotes from my father of late:

"What are you, a bottomless pit?"
"You can't possibly eat all that."
"I'd go out there in the morning. That's what I'd do."
And countless instances of him going "You know who that is?", when we're wathing a TV show, and then lauching into a short biography of the person which I don't really give a shit about anyway, and me consequently missing, like, two minutes of important dialogue. Which is exactly why I watch TV shows alone now. Between him doing that, Taylor and his inane, irrelevant and altogether ignorant narratives, and my mother asking "What does that mean?", or "Who is he?" every five seconds, I can't really stand it.
Bloody effing HELL, Somebody hire me. You'd be saving a life, here.

Not that anybody gives a shit, really.

Yeah. This is really pissing me off. T_T

I don't think it's fair of people to criticize Palin for using 150 grand for her wardrobe when, at the democratic convention, Obama was delivering a speech on an enormous set that resembled the Parthenon, like he was preaching to the people. If anybody should be accused of vanity, it's them.

And about all this 'experience' crap? It amuses me to no end that left-leaning voters and politicians are criticizing Palin for her 'lack of experience, when Obama has less experience than she does. And remember, he's campaigning for president. That right there makes the whole argument moot, really. It's hypocrisy, plain and simple.

And does anybody else notice that some of Obama's follwers are starting to get a little cultish? It worries me. I'm reminded of Hitler's supporters. No, I am not saying Obama is the next Hitler, I'm just saying that it's a bit worrisome that they're acting that way.

Also, somebody start picking on Biden. He really seems to like how his feet taste, because he's constantly sticking them in his mouth. What an idiot.

Ugh.

God

Is not the answer to all. Sometimes you have to take things into your own hands.

Life

I won't preach. I won't tell people they're going to hell because they don't believe what I believe. I read a book once, about a woman who died and was sent back to earth because it wasn't her time yet. I found the book in a Goodwill, of all places, and I don't believe it was coincidence.

In this book (she wrote it herself), she outlines what she remembers of heaven, and gives us a bit of insight to life's real purpose. They way I understand it, is that in our 'pre-life', we choose our own challenges and obstacles, and in life, we face and overcome them. What happens if one doesn't, I don't know. I found this book in a bit of a down point of my life, and I think it gave me a resolve to perservere past my own shortcomings and weaknesses, and become a better person. If I can't face up to challenges I chose for myself, how will I be able to deal with it in the afterlife?

Knowing this, I made up my mind to chase my own dreams, and leave my brother behind. He does nothing but hold me back. I swear right now, I will never take a step backwards again. If he tries to drag me down, I'll break his hold and leave him in the dust. I hold no love for him anymore. I doubt I'd cry or even be upset if he died. I know it sounds horrible, but it's the truth. That's who I am now. Deal with it.

I'm not saying 'to hell with my family'. I appreciate my parents and all they've done for me, but some of their selfish desires have held me back. Like my mother sheltering me. If not for my Aunt, who is more lenient with her children, I would still be a child, in mentality. I can't see why she feels the need to shelter me so much.

As for my father... I used to like spending time with him, but not anymore. He overanalyzes, is anal about everything, and gets pissed if I have a problem with him. That's why I'm so timid and softspoken. I'm so afraid that he'll get angry and start yelling. That's what I remember from my childhood: yelling. Fighting. Animosity. He can't stand the thought that he might be wrong about something. He harps on things. And I refuse to take it anymore. I'm done.

Once December comes, I'm out. I can make it on my own if I put my mind to it.

Dream diary post.

Las night I dreamt of Fullmetal Alchemist, but not in the way you'd think. I get the feeling this is a recurring dream, because some of it felt familiar.

It's like a profile of Ed's family, being done by a TV station. I see Rose sitting at a table and smiling at the camera, and there's some announcer prattling on and on in the background about 'Mrs Elric.' Then their son steps out of the corner, and sets a coffee mug on the table for his mom. I forget the name.

Things get blurry for a moment, and then I get to see Ed, except he looks like Hohenheim now. He's sitting on a bench facing away from the camera, and the camera itself is shaking like one of those reality shows where they jostle the camera to 'make it look more real'. His young daughter bounds over to him, and he half turns around and smiles at her. The camera switches to a close up of his head. He's ignoring the camera, by the way.

Here's the weirdest part: Other than the announcer, who's shut up by now, Ed is the only one to talk in this dream. AND HE SPEAKS IN SCOTT MCNEIL'S VOICE. AKA Hohenheim. He still has bangs, but also has a beard. No glasses, I think.

As for what he says to his daughter, it's something like "Hello, my love. Do you have a ____ for me?" (I think it's kiss, but I can't remember). And then he picks her up and kisses her on the nose.

And then? My dad woke me up. Dammit, dad.

Anyway, this has been Inside Sarah's Twisted Mind.
Until my next bizarre dream! *waves*

Fandom: FMA
Rating: PG? *shrugs*
Theme: Somewhat of Papa!Roy, general Elric angst/comedy.
Notes: Minor OOC, TWT, although I did have an idea of it being later in the manga storyline. Even though Hughes is in it. >.> Let's just say AU, then.
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Had this chapter done for awhile, but forgot to post it. Woopsie.
XD

Gonna forgo the header thing, because LJ is being an ass tonight.

So. I spilled a bottle of crazy glue all over my hand, which I only got to fix my desk which I broke while moving it in my room. There goes twenty minutes of soaking my hand in warm water. I have a 600$ insurance bill due in August, AND NO JOB DAMMIT SOMEBODY CALL ME BACK WUUDBJMLSKJHUF.

So yeah.

Lief sucks @ the mo. srsly.

Title: Still don't know.
Fandom: FMA, and another... read to find ouuuut... >:D
Rating: Probably an overall R, just to be safe. Language. And other stuff in coming chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these series. Dammit.
A/N:This is purely experimental. If you guys like it I'll continue. I may even if you don't XD
( Ed suppressed a laugh. This was actually turning out to be pretty fun. )

Of the crossover.

Title: Still don't know.
Fandom: FMA, and another... read to find ouuuut... >:D
Rating: Probably an overall R, just to be safe. Language. And other stuff in coming chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these series. Dammit.
A/N:This is purely experimental. If you guys like it I'll continue. I may even if you don't XD
( But if he was such a great man, then how did he find himself now, a penniless nobody, losing his breakfast over the side of a Swansea-bound passenger ship? )

Title: ...I don't know yet. XD
Fandom: FMA, and another... read to find ouuuut... >:D
Rating: Probably an overall R, just to be safe. Language.
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these series. Dammit.
A/N:This is purely experimental. If you guys like it I'll continue. I may even if you don't XD
( More A/Ns behind the cut. )

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

I will force myself to finish this if I have to. I've been meaning to for a while but keep making up excuses. *scampers off to brainstorm*

Title:Teammates, prompt 026
Author:Fennecfoxie
Rating:Er... PG-13 or R for one bad word.
Pairings:A bit of NejixTenten crush!love.
Genre:Fluff. Angst. Fluffy angst!
Summary: Well, it started out as my take on what happened to Neji in episode 135, as we only get passing glances of his condition. Then it mutated into a NejiTen fic, with Shikamaru feeling guilty for what went down. NOTE: NOT NEJISHIKA. AUGH.

( Enjoy. )

Title: Always there.
Warnings: CROSSOVAH. Kinda. And, mention of character death.
Characters: Roy Mustang, anime!verse.
Rating: Uhhhh... PG, I guess?
( They were never touchy creatures, always docile and sweet, Roy found himself comparing them to dogs on more than one occasion. )

Okies. I 'm still alive, just over at deviantART. I post there a lot more often than I do here for some reason. Hmm.
I think this and dA are the only accounts I'm gonna keep. I have a few others, but I'm never there, and I've realized now that my passions lie in drawing and the occasional FMA drabble. Also, now that summer's coming, I'll have a lot more free time, so expect to see more of me here. :D I have a few drabbles/ FMAcrack and stuff in the workls, so that will come along eventually.. never XD;;; kidding.

Alright. Some info to those of you who wish to friend me:
* I don't care what your political, religious, or sexual preferences are as long as you don't force them on me, or discriminate against mine, especially to my face. As for myself, I am a (slightly) Conservative Independent, Christian, and I like GUYS. And I'm a girl. I'm not a compulsive evangelist, and I won't try to shove my beliefs down your throat. I don't like Yaoi or Yuri, but I do have gay friends. I (obviously) like Anime, Manga and Japanese culture. I'm not prejudiced pertaining to skincolor or nationality. (fyi: I'm White, SKINNY, and from the USA.)
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...Good LORD, why did I never post here? I can't even remember how long I've had this thing...that's sad o_o;;. Well, right now I am in a inspiration!rut, maybe a little surfing will perk me up (consciense: How about some SLEEP, dumbass?!?!?)...yeah... well, maybe if Tokyopop released Furuba in a timely manner instead of every THREE MONTHS (which is why I go to sites such as ZOMGFTA.com now), I might get an image or two to pop into my head *yawns*...off to bed with me.