So yeah, I know I've been basically NON EXISTENT for two months, but I have returned! (Blame college, yeah, that's right, blame college! They're always to blame. :P)

I have been so. SO. SOOOOO. fucking busy. I swear, my professors think I don't sleep, eat, bathe, or a single other thing but do homework, because that is obviously as much TIME as they're expecting me to have. Thankfully, it's all over! ALL OVER! (For three months anyway.) Finals are just about done and I am FREE, bitches! : D

What else? I have decided actively looking for a guy (or girl) for my life partner is rather useless and a waste of time, so if they find me, hey, beautiful! But I don't have time to keep getting my heart broken.

My music taste has majorly revamped. I've been huge into the crooners and divas lately (but don't worry! I'm still huge into HIM and all the rest!).

I'm working on a license this summer, and possibly a job. 

And because I finally have TIME, I'll probably be writing a lot...look to the boards, 'cause there might be some posts in store!

I have missed LJ so. fucking. much.

 Ahem. Y'know me, and my strange dreams? (I didn't tell you about the one where I decapitated Screech but hey...)

Well this one was CRAZY. I had a dream I was on Maury (Povich) today, competing in an ATHLETIC competition, with my sister and some other chick named Jessica. (That's laughable enough, trust me!)

On top of that, the contest consisted of three events (the first of which I've forgotten). A treadmill that's way too thin with a piece of plastic to rest on in the middle was the second event, and you had to see who could run the longest without having to rest. My sister won that one.

The third one was a bunch of treadmills that you had to dance with (ala OK Go video). There were a bunch of different styles, some with things you could hang on, others with things you could do the Running Man on...and I won this. I WON AN ATHLETIC COMPETITION.

Adding to the strangeness, despite the fact that there were NO CATS INVOLVED, the prize you won for winning this competition was a bright red plastic can about the size of a huge trashcan, full of all kinds of kitty goodies (catnip, toys, etc.). At one point, I asked Maury "What if I don't have a cat?" ('cause I don't) and he pointed me to a stack of cards where you could write your name, number, and whether or not you had a cat. I checked NO instead of YES, but I woke up before I could see what I won instead.

More of the strange! This competition was not only on NATIONAL TELEVISION, but it was the night of my senior prom! I don't remember much about the prom part, but I remember there was applause, and I was wearing a pretty cream colored dress with blue trim. I remember looking fuckin' awesome too.

So I won and went to prom. Great dream, right? Yeah, 'cept the fact that it's TOTALLY FUCKING CRACKED! O.O

Oi.

Set in an Empire State Building esque place



That ^ Giant Alien Bitch sized up and blew up the roof, debris shattering and raining down on us. My sister and I were, for some reason, staying in the building, like a hotel, almost, and we narrowly escaped the first and second time.

Yeah, this scene repeated. And the third time, a piece of debris knocked me out of the building. I ended up pulling an action movie stunt, and grabbing a tarp that was on a nearby building, using it to slow my descent. I lived. All three times, and so did my sister.

Now this is where it gets weird. After that, /scene.

Start a scene with the Jonas brothers in my own house. Regular, normal one story house. My sister's chillin' with Nick and Kevin in the next room, and I...I am wrestling (playfully) with Joe.

From there it turned into serious sexual tension, and he seemed to try and back away from it. He kissed my forehead in a brotherly manner, and then...down. Between my eyebrows, my nose...and he stopped before my lips.

Gets weirder. While I was waiting for my kiss, he (and the other Jo Bros) turned into little babies, and I pressed my lips very chastely to Baby Joe's lips. (No pedo, NO PEDO) "I wanted a real kiss", I said.

Then, I woke up. Christina woke me up and I realized that I had been dreaming, and yet the dream was still lingering.

O.O This is one of my stranger dreams. O.O

Read THIS first. :)

( Read, BonBon! )

ERASE MY ANSWERS, ENTER YOURS, and TAG 10 PEOPLE IF YOU WANT TO.

USE THE 1ST LETTER OF YOUR NAME TO ANSWER EACH OF THE FOLLOWING
QUESTIONS.

THEY HAVE TO BE REAL PLACES, NAMES, AND THINGS.

NOTHING MADE UP!

TRY TO USE DIFFERENT ANSWERS IF THE PERSON WHO OF YOU HAD

THE SAME 1ST INITIAL.

YOU CAN'T USE YOUR NAME FOR THE BOY/GIRL NAME QUESTION.


*Have Fun!*

1. What is your name: Andrea.

2. A 4 Letter Word: Alas.

3. A Boys Name: Alexander.

4. A Girls Name: Annabelle.

5. An Occupation: Art Dealer.

6. A Color: Amber.

7. A Flower: Anemone.

8. Something You Wear: Adios.

9. A Food: Amaretto

10. Something found in the bathroom: Ants.

11. A place: Amherst.

12. A Reason for being late: Accident.

13. Something you shout: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

*adds a couple*

14. Song: Are You Gonna Go My Way (Lenny Kravitz)

15: Movie: Anastasia
 

***
 

After seeing this on elterriblefizzy 's page, I tag ten people.

melindajane 
musicophiliamidge62680 
myforgottenpain 
bittersweetaria 
nodaybuttoday
lillithvalo 
silvermoon_fic 
jinjeru 
sadeinightshade 

 

Which creature of the night are you? Your Result: Vampire   You are a social pragmatist, as likely to kiss as to bite. Your sensuality and social pragmatism is the counter-balance to your existential angst and your tendency toward depression.
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Incubus/Succubus
Werewolf
Ghost
Demon
Cthulu Spawn
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Thank you, nidirasmask !

So, um. I've been using it mostly every day. I wash my face with the wash in the morning, pat it dry (like it says), and then apply the gel stuff. Later, usually after my first class, I apply the spot stuff and the lotion. This is how it's working so far.

( Day Nine. )

( PICTURE )

I want this as my desktop, but there are words on it...

...I can't do removal and stuff 'cause Paint fails.

Perhaps one of you could help me?

I'm a real person. K? I'm not a fucking advertisement, I'm not a liar, I fucking HATE acne and I hate those who lie to me about it. So I've got Murad Acne Complex, bought it just today, and I'm gonna see myself if there's a difference. Feel free to watch and hey, if it works? Maybe you should buy it.

( Day One pics. )

I need help! I need helllllllp!

Which Radio Bam was it where Bam was talking about kicking Missy out because they were too different?

I wrote a fic that rocks about it, and I can't remember which one it was! ><.

Title: Impact (If Only)
Author: slasher48 / bad_bad_books 
Rating: R for swearing and general violent sadness.
Pairing: Vam...if you want to see it.
Disclaimer: All of this is truth, but not for these characters.
Summary: ...If only you hadn't died on impact.
Warning: If you think the world is all happy daisies and unicorns, do not read. If you wish to see the gritty reality of what real life is, do.
AN: When Desiree forces me to turn down the screaming Evanescence...this is what results. (Desiree's my oblivious roommate.)

Dedicated to jezebel1386 , merely for the reason that our story, our role-play, broke the dam that has held this back for so, so long, the dam that has kept it in pretty words and gut-wrenching storylines. This is long, long overdue, and I thank her for putting me in the mood to write it. I love you, sweetheart.

Glass of cold, creamy milk.

Crumbly graham cracker topped with rich chocolate mousse, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles...

Tell me after hearing that you don't want it.

(I want it...and I have it actually.)

All quiet on the college front for now. Nothing interesting, nothing super bad, nothing super good.

It's kind of like highschool...only you don't leave.

I find that my scholarly friends from Universities around the country are also correct when they say it's not the real world.

(Real world: You pay for food, board, and everything, not to mention you have to carefully choose yourself a job. This world: You pay sixteen grand and get to eat all you can eat twice a day, sleep in a bed they provide, and go to classes chosen for you.)

The pie is their covert plan to fatten us all up...which is weird because with my (and most others') meal plan...you only get two meals a day.

So they're trying to make us go on a diet and make us fat? WTF.

Oh, and the bed...UH. Don't get me started. Today was the first time I fell asleep and got up within an hour, actually feeling rested. Those beds are heaven.

Pretty fond of my classes. English was awesome, Science even better (The Oceans, and the teacher rules), even Math was bearable.

Social Studies bored me almost to snores...but hey, that's nothing new. (Always been my worst and least favorite. ALWAYS.)

Psych was wicked cool. We already learnt stuff, and I actually found it almost simple to take notes on Maia (my laptop.)

I'm definitely enjoying the freedom. I mean yeah, I miss my friends and family...actually, no. I really don't. Not as much as I thought I would.

I've never had the chance to be my own person before. Mom, then Dad, then Grandma, then my friends were always pressuring me to be somebody else.

*Small break to take bite of what they call funfetti cake here...(should be called funfatti cake)...*

Here, I can. Shirley's already shown me that she won't be around enough to pressure me in any way, my roommate spends most of her time glued to her computer screen. (She's the Chinese stereotype--computer-savvy and twice as nerdy as any other compu-nerd.)

My soph suitemates are cool. They leave me to my own mostly, but when they talk to me, it's really relaxed and kind, never pressuring me for anything.

I spend most of my time on this thing. My dear Maia. *pets the laptop* She goes everywhere with me...(I tried by the fountain but she got sprayed and I feared for her life so I had to rush her back and do some emergency damage control so I'd feel safe about her well being.)

You do not know how cool it is to be able to be caught instant messaging in class on your own  computer...or to take notes on the screen almost at the same speed the professor talks. (Or actually, perhaps most of you do?)

Oh, and for those who beg (because in my case, beggars can be choosers...), what would you like me to post? I've got tons of little one shots (my forte, in my opinion), a couple of chapters of Repent (Prince's son Valo and bratty servant Bam), a really shitty chapter of Tearing Apart because I just don't have time to make it its original greatness anymore...(my first story ever posted)...and even a story with some Dugera in it...(*gasp*)

My cake is gone and my milk and my chocolate (pie, it was, for those of you who don't know)...all gone. So I think I'll head back to my dorm and drown out the weird China-town ditty coming from Hongwei's computer with some good old-fashioned rock 'n' roll.

What else am I really good for, anyway? (*wink*)

1. My username is _____ because ____.
     My username is Slasher48 because I am a slasher, it's what I do. (And not to mention serial killers are slanged as slashers, and my former schoolmates thought I was one.)

And 48 is the number of my favorite hockey player to slash, Daniel Briere. Check him out. (He's the first one, with Briere on his jersey.)


2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
   My journal is titled Huggler's Domain because my dear Stephie (lvr_girl616 ) termed me the "huggler" and this site, more than any other, is my domain.


3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
   My subtitle is "I am me, nothing more, nothing less." because I'm a "what you see is what you get" type of girl and I am me. No more. No less.


4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
     My friends page is called Darlings because they are my darlings. I am the type of overly affectionate person who names every single person they know with a nickname and calls pet names uberly.

5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.
My default userpic is Maxim Afinogenov of the Buffalo Sabres (NHL) because he is my Maxi and I slash him overly much. :) (Plus, no one will let me change it. :()
    
Stole from crashervam ...sorry love, but I LOVED it and I wanna do it too. :D

I request, if just for pure entertainment, that everyone who wants to and can do this and reads my list...does it. :)

I TAG:

nidirasmask 
jezebel1386 
myforgottenpain 
dragonblk17 
sweetchild85 
violet_rose616 
emotionallysick 
maria_d_edwards 
gal8028 
poisongirlfawn 

Recent developments:

Orientation on Thursday and Friday and classes to pick today.

I own The Girl Next Door, Alpha Dog, The Lost Boys, and V For Vendetta.

I just ate kick-ass KFC.

No grad party as of yet.

Fizzy rocks.

Ina rocks. (Credit for my layout goes to her: sweetchild85 / poisonedlayouts)

Maria rocks.

Fuck man, I love LJ.

I own all the HIM shirts my mall has to offer now. :)

I own all the Jackasses and an amazing movie called Must Love Dogs! (Diane Lane is the best!)

I have a Regents on Wednesday, Graduation Sunday, and then I'm out of HS for good! :D

College is next...*gulps*

Bam just said he'd be stoked if Ville said yes to French kissing him. Oh, yeah, he tried to say he meant he'd be stoked for Missy's sister to get to kiss him, but it's clear what he meant, and didn't mean to say. :)

I've been accepted to SUNY Albany, and am going there in the Fall.

I have two prom dresses. Pictures to be taken soon.

KFC is the fucking shit.

My writing and reading is progressing beautifully.

Missy left for two days and Bam did not notice.

I kicked ass in Physics today.

I'm passing things.

And damnit, I really fucking love my friends. Bowling on Friday when I was bummed over mom's birthday was fun as hell.

(Insert Andrea looking for a certain hand towel to dry her newly cut and curly hair the way the salon people do it)

Grandmother: What are you looking for?

Andrea: A hand towel. My hair's short now so I don't need a big towel to dry it.

Grandmother: Come here for a second.

Andrea: (thinking) No, this is too thin. It won't soak the water up like I need it to.

Grandmother: Come here.

Andrea: I'm busy getting a towel.

Grandmother: I'm GIVING YOU A TOWEL! (ridiculously annoyed already)

Andrea: Take a chill pill. I'm coming.

Grandmother: (points to towels in chair next to her with cane) Take that pink one. No, not that one, that one.

Andrea: (grimaces) This is too thin. I need a thick one to sop up all the water.

Grandmother: (pissed) That one's fine!

Andrea: (sees green towel that has been working well thus far in pile and picks it up) This one is what I usually use.

Grandmother: That's the hand towel! I bought it to dry your hands!

Andrea: So? I've been using it for a week. It does nothing to it to dry my hair with it.

Grandmother: (angry) But I bought that towel for handwashing purposes!

Andrea: And you can still use it! But I need it for my hair right now!

Grandmother: Bring it back here right now!

Andrea: NO!

Grandmother: That's for your hands!

Andrea: Like the water's different from your hair than from your hands! (rolls eyes)

Grandmother: I think I'll hide it from you for now on so you can't do this again.

Andrea: Go ahead and be a petty bitch like that.

Grandmother: (as Andrea shuts the door on her yelling) I'm not the petty bitch! You are!

Andrea: (sigh) It's a fucking hand towel. It's not even like...the Queen's hand towel or anything. Just a damn hand towel. Ridiculous.

(Andrea has to actually LOCK the door to the bathroom while she showers so her grandmother won't come take the stupid towel while she showers.)

Pretty damn dumb, eh? That's my grandmother for you.