Veesevenexx3's Journals

How's everybody holding up?

I think most of us got through the night. I know I did. Barely, but it still counts.

The tears won't stop. They just keep coming. It might have something to do with being reminded of him everywhere.

The media bar to the right of buzznet is COMPLETELY filled with RIP journals. The picture links are ALL our beloved Jimmy. I assume the videos are, too, but I don't even want to check at this point.

Myspace is a little different, since not all of my friends are into the band.

Twitter is terrible, though. If you haven't gone there yet, keep it that way. It's basically a shrine and a lot of the OC boys are, well, broken up about it.

Kay and I are hanging out today. Days like this need to be spent with a friend. In Sugar Land, it's gray outside. It looks like all the color just got sucked from the world, or that's what Kay said. But you know, I guess in a sense, it really did.

I thought it was bad when Casey from Hawthorne Heights died. It was all over the place. People were having a shit fit and I even cried, but this,... this is just.. God, now I feel so sorry for those Hawthorne kids. Now I know what it really felt like.

It feels like part of your soul just got ripped from your body.

I wasn't even this upset when my uncle passed away. I almost feel guilty, but my uncle wasn't the most positive person and he never influenced me. Jimmy on the other hand... God, Jimmy influenced everybody. He was the best.

And now he's gone, and I don't know what to do.

Good luck, guys. A giant hug goes out to the entire Avenged Sevenfold family. The fans, the techs, the record companies, and especially the boys. I can only imagine what they're going through right now.

James Owen Sullivan.

God, where do I even begin with this guy?

He was... Amazing. Nobody was quite like Jimmy. He was one hell of a drummer and probably the craziest man I knew of. I looked up to him in one way or another. I guess I always will. All those guys have had such a big impact on me. I just wish the rumors weren't true.

Yeah, I regret being upset with the band for the last year and a half, or however long. I always loved them, though.

And, I don't even know. I don't know what to do with myself. I thought those boys were all indestructible. I mean, I know people pass away, but I've never been one of those kids, the ones who are affected by it.

God, I'm going to miss him so much. We all will.

It's been a sad day.

Rest In Peace, you crazy fucker. I'll never forget you.

You were always the best, no matter what I said, no matter what I thought, no one could equal up to you in certain aspects.

I love you, Jimmy.

February 10, 1981 - December 28, 2009

Forever in our hearts, you'll stay.

Sweet 666 ~ Part One

Okay guys, this is it. I've been working in this for a couple of days and I mean, I like it, but I'm still not sure about posting it. Sure, I always worry over posting my darker stuff, but this is bad. Like, it's extremely graphic, goes into a lot f detail. I post the warnings in a minute, but I'm warning you, this is VERY MATURE CONTENT. I can't even begin to stress it. But hey, here goes nothing.

Title: Sweet 666

Pairing: James Hart/Pet (Surprised? You shouldn't be.)

Rating: NC- 17/XXX/Adult

Warnings: Swearing, graphic sex, BDSM, bloodplay, abuse

Summary: This will be our little sweet 666. Be still my love, for we can not be seen.

Disclaimer: Not real. Didn't happen. God, this didn't happen. If it did, I don't even know, but it didn't!

Author's Note: While editing this, I realized how much I really don't like the word 'dick'. I'm fine with 'cock', but 'dick' bothers me for some reason. Also, I really want this to go somewhere if you guys like it, which there's actually a chance that you won't. Anyway, I have a plan for it and will probably still write in it even if you guys don't like it, but it's a matter of if I'll post it or not.

Second Author's Note: THIS IS REALLY BAD.

The streets of New York City were filled with hustling bodies, screams and shouts, and many, many cars that were contributing to the area's already alarming pollution problem. It was around three o' clock on a rather pleasant November afternoon. The temperature outside was chilling but familiar and most people found ways to ignore the bite of the weather and move on with their lives.

One particular building that lined one of these busy streets was a living space to many. From the outside the structure looked like that of any other beaten and battered New York shelter, but it was so much more than that. With two stories, it was home to more than twenty runaway teenagers, though the ground level was the main housing area. The top story was a haven only to the being who created the shelter and a couple of others.

James Hart peered down at all of the scuttling humans below him, scoffing once before turning back to to what he had been doing prior to. Filling up the small glass with water, he mumbled to himself, something along the lines of, "Rodents. Pushy little rodents," then took a tiny sip from the glassware.

Known as a generous man to most, James Hart was actually the exact opposite. Though he had single handedly set up the shelter below him, he had done it for his own unique purposes. He was not a man, but a hybrid of of beasts. The majority of humans that James came in contact with were aware of the slightly strange vibe he gave off, too charming and handsome to be just anybody, too intelligent and sharp to be a male of only twenty- three, and too dark to be pure, but most chose to wave it off, opting not to think about how this apparently caring and giving man may not be just that. The beast could keep his secret well, and the only others who knew about it were those of his kind and a handful of trustworthy humans.

These were the few who saw James at his best and worst. They were who saw everything that he tried so hard to hide from everybody else.

Two men were seated in James' living area at that time, both of them chatting quietly amongst themselves as they waited for the owner of the apartment to return, which he did moments later. Walking into the room, water in hand, the pair were not surprised to see the magnificent, dark wings that jutted out from his shoulderblades, black as night with traces of ocean blue. They extended from their origin in his back to the top of his achilles tendon, brushing his heels and ankles as he sauntered over to the chair he had previously been sitting in.

"So James, when are the next couple of kids coming in?" A brunette by the name of Matt Tuck questioned, a thick welsh accent drowning his words.

"Yeah, I'm in need of some fresh meat," Wes Borland, the hybrid sitting next to him added in.

James rolled his eyes and set the glass of water down in front of him, then placed a hand on the head of a small girl who was sitting on the ground next to him. The girl turned her face up a bit and rubbed against his palm, causing James to stroke her hair as she leaned against his chair.

With a small frame, the girl sat with her legs bent at the knee and off to her right side. Pale, smooth skin was exposed almost enirely, the only articles covering her at all being black, lace underwear, a matching bra, and a leather collar that had eight metal rings hanging from it. Black hair fell over her shoulders and contrasted with the translucent skin. She glanced around the room with big, brown eyes that were ringed in black. Full pink lips parted in a whimper as one of the dark headed creature across from her smirked and made a slight but sudden movement toward her, a threatening gesture. This tiny, pethetic girl was named Pet and belonged to James and only James.

"Wes, quit scaring her," the winged demon chastised his friend before looking down and seeing his beloved companion bury her face into the arm of the chair he was sitting in, "Just because you treat Slave like shit doesn't mean you can treat Pet the same way." James let his fingers trail down from the crown of Pet's head to her cheek and finally her chin, which he lifted and scratched gently under. The girl let out a sound of content and let a very small smile curl onto her face before she bent down and nipped at her owner's hand. He chuckled and wagged a finger in her face before murmuring quietly to her, "Save the biting for later, my dear." She just looked up at him and grinned mischievously before nodding slightly.

The two demons on the couch both sneered and muttered disapprovingly, "I don't understand why you treat her like that. She's just a human, James. We treat Slave the way those fuckin' rats are supposed to be treated."

James didn't argue with them, only shrugged, having had this discussion with the two many times before. Though heagree with his companions that the majority of humans were disgusting, vile, selfish creatures, there were a few who weren't. He wasn't exactly in the mood to go over it again. Wes and Matt had their opinions while James had his own. Why the pair couldn't get it through their heads was beyond him.

"It doesn't matter. Now, to answer your previous question, I've sent Schieppati and Bell out to fetch more of their sorry- ass friends, so in the next day or two, we'll have some new, uh, initiates."

Both creatures across from James smiled and high fived, their eyes growing darker and darker until they were entirely black, a sign that the demons were excited and already plotting ahead. James sat back, remembering when the mere thought of new humans used to have the same effect on him. It was all different now, though. "You two are so easily pleased," he mused, sitting back and continuing to stroke Pet's hair.

"No, we just scheme in advance," Matt countered, smiling sadistically.

"Fuck, this calls for celebration! James, we need some whiskey," Wes basically yelled, throwing his hands up in the air and giving the creature he just addressed an almost bashful look. James eyed the now ecstatic demon skeptically before sighing and nudging Pet slightly with his hand.

She looked up at him expectantly, eyes wide and waiting, "D' you wanna get the Jack from the cabinet for me?" Though posed as a question, Pet knew that this was a command more than anything. Her owner just liked to make things friendlier than they really were. The man liked his euphamisms.

Making no noise at all save for the jingling of her collar, Pet stood up and walked gracefully into the kitchen area of the apartment. James' eyes never left her form as he watched her bend over to retrieve the bottle of alcohol from the lower cupboard.

Wes and Matt busied themselves, talking about what the new runaways would have to go through to "prove themselves". The three hybrids in the room had thought up tests and punishments a while back that would satisfy their needs while being disguised as some sick, cruel, and very immoral initiation tradition. It usually involved sex of some sort and a large amount of blood no matter the gender or age of the newbie.

James paid their excited ramblings no attention as he let his eyes wander up and down his little plaything's body. She poured the whiskey into two glasses before looking up to meet her owner's gaze in question. Once realizing that the man had been admiring her, Pet looked back down, a pink flush surfacing on her cheeks. She stood still for a moment, debating over whether or not she should pour some of the amber liquid for the creature who could be blamed for her whole body heating up, deciding that it would be best to just give him some. She didn't want to get in trouble for assuming he didn't want any of the celebration toxin just because he had a cup of water.

After capping the bottle, sticking it back in the cabinet, and doing her best to ignore the dark eyes she could feel burning into her, Pet grabbed the three cups, holding them between dainty fingers and each other, then proceeded to make her way over to the three men still sitting down. Her attention all on the glasses and not spilling them, and James' attention only on her, neither of them noticed the snicker that escaped from Wes' mouth as he moved his right foot a tad bit forward, sticking it out just enough for the poor, human girl to trip over. With a small yelp, Pet let go of the drinks and hurdled forward and toward the ground.

A familiar arm full of tattoos belonging to James shot out to catch his beloved after getting up in a flash. The other arm was busy catching the glass that had gone flying, instinct kicking in full force as he caught them all, one after the other, each landing inside another. The brown liquid sloshed over the sides, but was disregarded as the owner of the home set all of the cups down on the table.

All of it happened in a matter of seconds, proving just how in tune with his senses James really was. Dark eyes turned black and shimmered with anger as he snarled at the two on the couch, "I think it's time for you to leave."

Wes rolled his eyes, "Aw, come on, James. I was just fuckin' around. Wasn't I, Pet?" The name rolled off of his tongue as if it were acidic. Pet didn't respond to him at all, only moved closer to James, who was now glaring daggers at the laughing demons.

"Yeah, loosen up a bit, dude. We're just, uh, keeping you on your toes," Matt chimed in, though the smile he showed didn't convince the now growling creature.

Wings erect and by his sides, James huffed and reiterated, "Did I sound like I was joking? Get the fuck out of my apartment."

The pair stared at him for a minute before sighing loudly and standing up, "Fine, fine. We'll be downstairs if you need us." Both hybrids walked to the door, not pausing to look back to get another word in, and left the danger zone.

Shutting his eyes, James inhaled deeply before breathing out through his mouth and fell back into his chair. He rubbed at his temples for a few short seconds, trying to rid himself of the sudden headache he had aquired. Matt and Wes were probably his best friends, but fuck, did they get on his nerves sometimes. At least James had some manners left over from his lighter days. Those two had nothing but cruelty, brutality, and a little too much arrogance.

Pet stood in front of him awkwardly, fidgeting slightly with her fingers as she looked down at her feet until a larger hand enveloped hers. The winged man pulled her down on him so that she straddled his legs. She rested her forehead againt his as he murmured lowly, "It's about time those fuckheads left. I wouldn't have been able to wait much longer with you making trips to get drinks and everything," he let out a laugh, holding Pet by the hips.

Her hands were on his bare chest, the only clothing chosen for use that day being a pair of black, low rise jeans. She traced over the ink on his torso lightly, smiling inwardly whenever she felt the muscles in James' stomach contract. Her fingers danced over his skin skillfully, scratching gently down his sides slowly so the creature's lips parted and he exhaled sharply, gripping her tighter. James smirked before pressing his thumbs into the hollows of Pet's hips, a soft mewl escaping the confines of her throat. She bucked and ground herself down onto him. The man chuckled, letting his hands make their way down the girl's thighs, barely touching her at all. Pet took her bottom lip into her mouth, feeling her owner's fingers making their way up the inside of her leg. James watched her closely, knowing her body almost better than his own, and eyed her as he teased her. Slowly, he reached the junction where her thigh met her pelvis and slipped a finger under the skimpy undergarment that covered her.

James smiled darkly, knowing well that moments like this were what he lived for. Something about having his Pet waiting and craving his touch, his teasing, everything about him really appealed to him. He enjoyed pleasuring her and getting off in return, knowing that sooner rather than later, she'd be begging for it again.

The demon dragged a finger over Pet's clit, relishing the sound it brought forth. He bit his own lip while he pushed the tiny limb into the girl's body. Her mouth opened a little wider and her nails dug into James' sides. Twisting his wrist slightly, he began to pull the finger from her, watching as she lifted her hips for him and waited. Before the small appendage was completely removed, he slid it back in quickly. Pet gasped, her chest heaving a bit as she aided the pattern, lifting herself once more and basking in the sensations washing over her. The two continued with the rhythm, James adding another finger when he felt necessary as the human on top of him let out a quiet moan. She let her head loll backward, eyes closing as her body began to tremble.

The man below her observed the way Pet's dark lashes fell over her cheeks, looking as black as black could be against her flesh. He took notice of how she would let her jaw hang slack for one moment then close her mouth all the way the next. He keyed in on the way her hips were moving against him, and he definitely noticed the way he was rock hard and trapped in his jeans. This being a problem for him, James quickly removed Pet's source of ecstacy, smirking at the whine that fell from her lips, then examined his fingers, lips turning up in a pleased smile. Bringing his hand to his mouth, the creature quickly licked the fluid from his fingers, feeling his lover's eyes on him the whole time.

"Come on, Pet. It's time to take things to the bedroom," he tapped her hip and shifted under her, making the girl get up. James stood up after her and grabbed her by the wrist, leading her into the mentioned room quickly. He shut the door and nodded toward the king sized bed, urging her to go to it.

Pet knew the routine and made her way over to the large piece of furniture, hopping onto it and laying down. She raised her arms above her head and spread her legs before preparing herself mentally for what was about to happen.

James walked over to the bed, climbing over Pet, his lips pulled back from his teeth in an animalistic snarl. He straddled her hips for a moment, making quick work of ridding his playmate of the two pieces of clothing she wore, then took a few seconds to admire her body.

Though the two did this quite often, James was still blown away by just how stunning the girl below him was. Her skin was smooth as marble but as soft as silk, pale and free of any blemishes. Ebony hair fanned out around her face as now dark brown eyes stared up at him wantonly. Pale pink lips were parted and enticing, almost luring him in. She could move for him in just the right ways, twisting herself and arching to get the man off like no other. The sounds that would come from her drove him wild and brought out the beast inside of him.

With all of this in mind, James set to work, placing a soft kiss on Pet's collar bone, followed by a nip. His teeth grazed over the sensitive area of her lower neck as his hands traced up her sides. He felt the girl shiver a bit and smiled as he licked down the valley of her breasts. Pet bit into her lip harshly, her hands locking above her head. The hybrid continued on with this, kissing, biting, and licking his way down her body, taking special care to suck at the hollows of her hips. The younger arched off of the bed, her toes curling as she tried to ignore the painful cramping of her stomach muscles. Lifting her right leg, James brushed his lips against Pet's inner thigh, spreading her legs even further and knowing that anticipation was killing the poor girl. Deciding to tease her just a little more, he leaned down and swiped his tongue once over her exposed and dripping clitoris. A loud whine ripped from Pet's mouth as her whole body seemed to seize up and relax again entirely. James smirked, rolling his tongue in his mouth to taste her.

Without further hesitation, he stood up and undid his pants, shoving them down his toned legs and stepping out of them. With nothing else to cover him, Pet eyed him hungrily, her eyes immediately being drawn to his very sizable arousal. James smiled before crawling on top of her once again, uttering a lustful, "All for you." The girl whimpered and reached out to touch him, but he shook his head, catching her hand and placing it back above her head. Pet groaned in protest, but didn't fight back. James nodded approvingly and grasped his lover's other wrist as well. The girl lifted her hips, digging her heels into the mattress as she watched her owner. He leaned forward, the tip of his erection brushing against Pet's entrance so that she mewled in delight. Knowing he was in the right position, James began pushing into her tiny body with out any more preperation.

Below him, the girl scrunched up her face, a look of pain contorting her features as the impressive appendage was shoved into the most sensitive part of her body. Still, the burning sensation felt good in a strange way. It was familiar to Pet and she loved it just as much as she loathed it.

James' grip on Pet's wrists tightened as he began to pull out. He began a series of small thrusts, giving the girl a little bit of time to ready herself. A loud moan slipped through raw lips and Pet nodded her head, the signal that she was most definitely ready for James. He grinned and pulled out all the way, the head of his still throbbing cock just barely staying in her body, before he thrusted into her deeply. A scream of pleasure ripped from Pet's throat, her head getting thrown back as she immediately wrapped her legs around the demon's waist. James pulled himself from her slowly before repeating himself, impaling the girl over and over as his speed slowly built.

His eyes were black and wide open, lips parted as he watched the human's expression change. Her jaw hung open, mouth forming an 'O' shape that was very sensual. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't frowning. Above her, Pet's dainty hands clawed at the headboard, though she knew James wouldn't let go of her. Heels dug into his lower back, toes curling as she groaned and shook. It was truly a sight to see.

Pet was moaning shamelessly, the feeling of her owner's swollen erection being slammed into her mercilessly making her writhe and scream. She brought him closer to her, legs tightening around his thin waist. James laughed darkly, leaning down so that his mouth was right next to her ear, "Want something?" He slowed his movements, listening to her whine. Her eyes opened, revealing desperate brown orbs. Staying still for a moment, James watched his lover's chest heave. She was covered in a thin film of perspiration, as was he. His grip loosened on Pet's wrists and in a sudden movement, he flipped them over, landing on his back as the girl fell hard onto his cock. Both of them groaned, the human on top now smiling. James watched her and waited as she searched for his permission. He just grabbed her by the hips and lifted her easily before slamming her petit body down onto him.

Pet seemed to gyrate on top of the creature, biting her lip and groaning as he rubbed against her walls. James threw his head back and basked in the feeling, the heat that enveloped him being almost too much. His body trembled as the girl continued to grind down on him, never actually lifting herself. His hypersensitive tip was being brushed up against repeatedly, and once he couldn't take it anymore, he lifted Pet himself, pounding into her as he thrust upward while pulling her down on him again and again.

The girl shrieked, scratching down James' chest as she rode him hard and fast. The two weren't quiet, nor were they gentle. Both bodies were close to being spent and as their moans grew louder and their climaxes approached, they watched each other. Both pairs of eyes were hazy but wide, a clash of black and a lustful brown. Mouths remained open and only grew wider as the awaited burning in the pits of their stomach turned to a white hot explosion. James let out a scream that grew in both pitch and volume as his orgasm washed over him, Pet moaning in short bursts over and over again until she gasped and gripped at any flesh she could find harshly.

Once the pinnacle of their escapade was over, Pet rolled off of James and lay beside him. Both of them breathed heavily and for a while, though the male recovered faster, as he always did.

As he sat up, the tiny girl next to him looked at him with doe eyes, tears immediately welling up in them. James sighed and shook his head, "Don't give me that look, Pet. You know what it's time for and there's nothing you can do about it." She whimpered and scuttled up to the headboard quickly, pulling her knees to her chest and shaking her head vehemenently.

It was a fmiliar routine and Pet should have been used to it by now, but she wasn't. There was no way to become accustomed to it, and she never really wanted to. Still, James set his jaw and cleared his throat as he leaned over, opening a drawer and sifting through it's contents.

In the short time he was distracted, Pet leaped off of the bed and made a dash for the door. A low growl sounded and before she got even halfway across the room, James was in front of her and had her arm in a vice grip. Pet's heart plummeted in her chest and she struggled for a moment, doing her best to get away from the now angry demon. This didn't phase the creature in the least and he only grabbed her other arm and ushered her back to the bed, tossing her on it and quickly moving over her. Familiar handcuffs that had been hanging behind the headboard during their session were brought forth and clasped around her wrists. She pulled at them, twisting back in forth only for the metal to rub against her skin, slowly peeling it off. James used thin but trustworthy chains to bind her feet. His hand took hold of Pet's jaw, prying at it as she tried to yank her face away from his. He peered down at her, eyes wide and shining in a threatening way. She stopped in her exertions, stilling her body save for the overall quivering.

"Shh, baby, it's okay," James tried, brushing a piece of hair out of her face as he motioned for Pet to open her mouth. She did, biting down on the red rubber ball that was placed in it. The hybrid clasped the straps together in the back, then leaned down and placed his lips on the girl's damp forehead.

Reaching over once again, James retrieved the object he had been searching for when Pet tried to run: a small, silver switchblade. Pet regarded it with fear evident in her swimming eyes. James did his best not to meet her watery gaze and pressed the small button that released the menacing blade with a resonating shink. Pet whimpered again and squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to watch the mutilation take place.

James looked over the pale body beneath him, fingers brushing over the skin softly until he stopped at the area in between Pet's hips. Now sitting on her legs, he put a hand on the girl's stomach as he lightly pressed the knife to her tender flesh. She was crying now, not trying to hide it as she choked on the ball in her mouth and the fluid that was building up. Pet shook as she worked herself up into hysterics, James grunting and pressed down on her harder while he began to drag the blade across her pelvis slowly.

A muffled but loud scream rang throughout the room, the girl thrashing and coughing, yanking at her chains. By this time, though, James didn't mind. He paid no attention to her as he focused in on the crimson liquid that dripped from the cut he had just made. Without even pausing, he bent down and placed his mouth over part of the wound, sucking on it and moaning as the blood filled his mouth. He licked at the clean slice until it disappeared entirely.

Pet's movements and shrieking died down for a short while and she breathed deeply through her nose, coughing a bit as her eyes opened only to see James pick the switchblade up again and move down on her body, kneeling over her feet. He pressed the knife to one of her inner thighs and smiled, pleased as his drug began to pour from from her. The girl, feeling the sharp, stinging pain began screaming again, moving her body back and forth. This only dug the knife in deeper and the creature groaned as he watched it seep from her.

Reaching down, James took his now hardening cock in his right hand, pumping it slowly until it was completely erect. He licked at the trails of blood on Pet's leg, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he swiped his thumb over his slit. Pressing his mouth to the actual cut, he applied suction to it, letting the elixir take over his senses. Without even thinking, he made another incision, hearing screams somewhere in the background of it all. Primal sounds made their way out of his throat as he sucked blood from the girl's body, his hand moving fast over his length, taking special care to squeeze at the engorged head.

James moved to the newer cut, tracing his tongue over it slowly before repeating the same pattern as before, his groaning growing louder and louder, hips now thrusting into his hand as he was taken away completely. He bit at the flesh below him, getting carried away as he felt the skin break in his mouth. He didn't even hear Pet's shrill cry as the taste of iron flowed into his open mouth. He was eager now, sucking at it as he roughly yanked at his cock. Toes curling, his mouth opened, blood pouring from it and drenching his chin as he came all too soon, a viscid stream of white shooting from him while he continued to pump himself until he was dry.

The satisfied creature fell forward onto Pet, panting now. He lay there for a while before scooting up and unlocking her. The cuts on her body had all closed up, but she still cried, reaching up to unclasp the gag. James loosened the chains around her ankles, rubbing the raw skin there, but before he could really make progress, Pet moved away from him, slipping off the bed and walking over to a corner in the room where the only window was. Her owner sighed as he watched her kneel down, small arms wrapping around herself as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, body shaking while she sobbed quietly.

It wasn't always like this. The two had a history and there were reasons for why things were the way they were now.

Why does it seem like we have to work to see this man?

Halo's coming back to Houston on the 6th. Kay and I have known about it for a while, and for a while, we were fine with not going. I mean, we've seen them twice, talked to James, all that good stuff. Since Motionless was our first priority, it was just supposed to get blown off. As the date gets nearer and nearer (Is nearer a word?) I find that I want to go more and more, and now I'm to the point of shaking and gagging all over the place because I see what day it is already and that we have a very slight chance of still seeing them. It's slim, but it's not nothin'.

It's the second day back to school, so that makes it a tough case to sell, but those guys are worth the fight. Seriously, no other band, well man, to be honest, has this effect on me. The anticipation KILLS me. It's ridiculous. I think that we have a lot of reasons to go, a lot of valid points, and I know that once we get word that it's a deal, if we ever do get it, I'll probably immediately throw up all over the place.

It's painful anticipation. This shit hurts, man.

Anyway, I just got finished writing a begging letter to my other mother, basically trying to get her permission. I think it has potential, but who knows. Both our moms had this crazy idea to not let Kay and I go to concerts during the school year. Hah, look how that turned out. They really have no clue how persisten and just completely manipulative both of us are.

Still, I usually don't have to work this hard.

This will happen. We've got a plan and we're determined, or well, I know I am. I want to go to this show so bad. >.>

It would be a lot easier to just let it go, though, if James didn't go guilt trip us. Thanks James, thanks.
<3

Well, it's definitely Christmas.

Typing this on my new HP Mini, which will take some getting used to. The keyboard is so different. I'm going to be making so many typos for a while. >_>

Anyway, it was all good this year. Got a season of House, my love, and a season of Bones, some pajama shorts, a charm for my bracelet, some shirts and this, of course. As I get older, the holidays aren't a big thing any more. Heh.

Anyway, I hope everyone has a good Christmas.

Amy, I'm going to read that one shot you posted once I go into my room, cause I'm like, in the family room right now and I don't want anyone walking over like, "Hey, WOAH, what the fuck is WRONG with you?!" Hahah, cause I can already tell that it's probably going to be one of those fics. (:

Also, I've been plotting and scheming and have come up with something quite wonderful in the darkest of ways. It's a ficlet, of course, but it's going to be terrible, like just bad. As I plan it, I'm really questioning whether or not I should post it. James, Wes, and Tuck are the main guys. Sage and I, the girls. Duh. But I mean, it's gonna be bad.

Sex, bloodplay, kink, loss of identity, ball gags, and so much more.

Seriously, I might post the first part once it's written and see what you guys think, but it's gonna be bad. Why am I in such a dark mood around Christmas? I don't really know, but whatever. At least I can have fun with it. Pyscho James just makes me squee. Some may think it'd be kinda hard to make him all crazy, but seriously, go read over old Visions lyrics and you'll see why I get possessed to do shit like this.

Anyway, Merry Christmas! :D Kay, I shall be waiting. (;

My family.

Star Wars is playing in the living room while no one is there.

My dad is doing laundry in gross little briefs. Ew.

My brother is complaining about genies influencing the weather while he slams doors then warns people about being too loud.

And last but not least, my mother is baking cookies while talking about getting a gun for Christmas so that she can blow up people's ball sacks.

God, I love the holidays.

♥

Well, you know what?

You're not a saint either.

Why don't you try shutting your fucking trap for once and quit picking at other people's flaws.

We all miss Eighteen Visions, but maybe it's time to move on with your God damned life.

For a while, I tried to belive in you, but now it's pretty easy to see that you're just an asshole.

Go fuck yourself, Mick Morris.

Oh God, I love Motionless.

Motionless and Tim Burton.

Just had a realization that got me so excited, I started shaking. ♥

What a bunch of nerds.

Now, writing? I hope so. I had a good idea, but now I'm second guessing it because Chris kinda like, roundhouse kicked his way back into... everything. *sigh*

Oh, Mr. Cerulli.

"Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker."

Hah, Pat Benatar. >_>

Interesting day, it was. Two exams, English and Music Theory. Highest in English *cheers* but that doesn't mean much because it was only thirty- one out of fifty. Good thing she's givin us a ten point curve, eh? Music theory was ONE PAGE long. Mr. Brown is a strange man. After we were all finished, we had to go across the school to the band hall to chill there. I got to spend an hour and a half with a kid I'm really not too fond of. Ugh.

Broke up with Kale today. I feel kind of bad, but it needed to be done before this two week break. Gives us time away from each other, too. It just... wasn't working out.

Went to Kay's after school, chilled, watched 40 Year Old Virgin, ate Chinese, fangirled, opened present(s) early, which is still kind of trippin' me out. That's one person I hadn't planned on shopping for. Hurrumph.(;

Now I'm at home and about to sleep for a while, I think. I have two weeks off, so I should get a considerable amount of writing done, and if I don't, well then, there's something wrong with me.

I'd be a liar if I said I was telling the truth half the time. (Update)

Firstly, Tides of Man.. Love those guys so much. ♥

Secondly, finals this week. WootWoot. All of them should be fairly easy, have been pretty easy. Tuesday I had World History. Easy shit. Today I had Debate and Bio. I had to do a giant oratory in Debate. It was a little too long, but I owned that shit, got the loudest claps and Princess Mason was all freakin' out. It made me smile. Bio was just... Easy. Tomorrow I have Health and Geometry, then Friday is English and Music Theory, both half days.

On a more somber note, I figured you all might want to know that I'm ending it with Kale. He's being really reckless and doing some stupid things. We can't ever see each other outside of school cause he's always grounded and doesn't seem to care, yet he finds ways to hang out with other people, and I've come to realize that he's really fuckin' clingy. I thought this would work for a while...

Then I started doing that whole thinking thing that I tend to do. >_> Yeah, yeah, I'm cryptic, blah blah. Anyway, I'm not enjoying myself, so I've gotta do that before Winter break.

Back to happy news, though. Skeletons. I've been planning more and I've decided that the only male who gets his own point of view, which could quite possibly be every other chapter now, is Christopher. (: Why? Cause I don't like writing in like, seventy peoples' point of views and because I feel like I don't know some of the other guys well enough. Girls still get views, but not the guys. Anyway, hopefully that will come along nicely.
(:

Uhm, that's about it for now. Tomorrow should be... interesting.