We have the next DuVista/Cerano story in the works so never fear, beloved audience we will keep it rolling.

There will also be DuVista stories without the Ceranos coming up as well, so look forward to those from Sinjenkai.We all know how amazing she is on the keyboard!!!!!

We have also, as a joint production, much like the Choices series, being doing another joint fanfic production.
So far it's called Bloodlust and concerns a three thousand year old vampire warlord who falls in love with a young virginal maiden. Details will be given in exchange for severe flattery. We are writers after all, and I for one am quite swayed by it!


We've been toying around with calling ourselves Complete Sin Productions. Tell us what you think we do love feed back!

My philosophy paper is due in... an hour. FUCK.. It's supposed to be about how the mind is more than just a grey lump in my skull. I mean my class is full of beautiful women (its a theme in all my classes... fuck if know why). Nobody ever talks, I'm always off in la la land, or texting because lets face it, my teacher doesn't make enough sense to take notes let alone write them neat enough for me to read. I swear it's like drunken heriglypics mixed with mayan, he must have anna nicoles doctor.


That or I got really good shit. ;-) So in all this time stalling I've done to post this entry in a journal no one reads, I have just made myself late for class. This paper is SUPPOSED to be 7 pages, it's 4 1/2, I should get credit for how insane this paper jumps from one thing to another, because I had better ace the crap out of my finals.


Back out into the world yet again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

O m F GGGGGGG week from hell! So after going a week without my medication and going to the doctors office to figure out what the eff is going on with my stomch, she responds with you need a specialist.

*face palm*

So i get to go see a gastrointestinial specialist. Their going to put a camera down my throat and look at my stomach. I'm so excited.




Thats sarcasm ladies and gents

FYI i'm upset i was not at work yesterday b/c someone made my boss cry and i did NOT get to witness it. But on the up and up I made her walk away from today shaking her head.


In your face flying v in your face.




Bong hits 4 jesus

Firstly I agree Sir Rober Frost. Fire and Ice would be my two guess's. If the world ends in a meteroite, global warming, nuclear warfare, it's fate, because we can't escape it, what's done is done.

The superflu... would be like a plague that would wipe the world clean. God how horrific.

BUT not as fucking horrific/fitting/awesome as a damn zombie apocalypse. I already have plans, blue prints, meeting places, weapons, radios, you name it i'm READY. Secretly I want it to happen.

Possibly because my brother and I have watched one too many zombie flicks. We want the world to go to shit in a handbasket simply because we want to go run around and pillage and just be retarted.

sorry i'll get back to writing my fic soon

but i have the flu right now boooo

I'll be writing alot of these, because i write fan fic and random every day shit too. I'm a writter and a blogger though i'm not badass at either. I just find lfe hilarious and i have an over active imagination. Anyways, come with me on this one folks.

I Soul Caged am a self proclaimed optimist. If it's depressing count me out. I'm a sunshine no rainy clouds glass half full kind of girl if your catching my flow my fellow compatriots. Sadly, I dont look it with jet black hair, black eyes and deep tan skin, i look like vampire b/c i haven't aged a day since i was 15. I'm serious, no really, i got pulled over for not looking old enough to drive.



So back to the journey at hand. I am sitting in my college english class being my regular self, laughing with the girl that sits next to me (i'm such a flirt). My teacher walks up to the board and is rambling about metaphors and similies. I love both. She simply writes "Love is ______". I got this right? So i think about for a good 2 minutes and write this:


Love is an ocean, constantly moving, changing, always different every day but still a constant force in human life. We spend our whole lives dreaming of it and once we find it, we are in awe of the shear depth and size of it. Our minds can never compare to the real thing.

So the kid next to me looks at me like I'm covered in dirt and my teacher makes a gun with her hand, sticks her fingers in her mouth and pretends to pull the trigger. I just smile and shrug. Then listen to how she tells me "Your too happy, but it's a great example of a metaphor and excellent description."


Then she asked me when my friends were going to start hugging everybody and passing out flowers... I told her they're stuck in traffic but they say Pick Flowers not Fights. (my personal motto)