Hello All

tired and stressed today. everyone seems to think i can multitask like superman-well I can't! yesterday I acidentally nicked mself pretty good. Twice. Had blood sreaming down my leg while hobbled across the house for bandaids and tissue (to press on before the bandaids). My dad kept following me to tell me things he wanted me to do-stupid stuff like burning his CD, putting it in a special box, making sure so-and-sos dishes were in the sink, etc. WHILE I"M BLEEDING. Mom  helped me patch up a rather nasty blood spot I didn't see and he's still going on and getting mad cause he thinks I'n ignoring him.

Jesus christ man! I mean love him and I know if I was in any real danger he'd help me but I was kinda bleeding and that's a bit more important at the moment thatn a damn CD. Then tonight I'm all stressed over finals, I'm tired, my heads hurts,I've had people screamin inmy ear all da, it's almost ten and he asks me-tells me-to do his laundry and THEN gets ansy when it's in five minutes to long. Next he wants me to bring it up and fold it. I'd half a mind to be a smart-ass and say "Should I iron it too you're majesty?" but that might have been a little too smart. I know my life's not hard, I'm jst stressed and he can't seem to be able to see that. Then he got mad cause I'm irriatble. No duh Sherlock.

Ah well....how are yu all? haven't written here in a while.

On a lighter note, I found this cute picture. CHIBI SANZO!!!!

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hi peeps! sorry i haven't updated in awhile. everyone's sick and i'm comming down with a cold...again...soo...how y'all doin? someone told me if i answered all these questins i'd get a prize so here we go

Hi again! As you can see, I've got a new banner! Ain't it lovely? all colorfulls and shonen-ai-ish...anywhos...what is new in my life? I joined GSA (Gay-Straight Aliance) for those of you who don't know. hmm...oh yeah! I'm also posting a few of my works on fanfiction.net nd deviantart tonight. I'll create a new entry later on to post the links for those if anyone's interested.  Today in AP Euro (AP European History for those who don't know the accademic slang terms), we did an in class essay on the Reformation, which was a bitch. Then we read this depressing paper on how bird flu is going to decimate the world. Nice way to end theday, huh? I also got to take off the ace wrap because the doctor sys my wrist is just a little strained, but not broken or anything. Weeooh! Lets see..uhh...being the geek I am, I've been reading my text book before bed!^^; ...can't help it...I LOVE history! Soo...how have you all been?

those fanfic links i just posted...here it is! plz check them out whenever you have time. thnx!    http://www.fanfiction.net/u/818003/

hiya peeps. I'm starting a story and i want to know if this a good start or if I should chuck it. It's a Da Vinci code fanfic. Plz critic me, i need it!

He had always been a shadow; he was born that way. The albino known as Silas.

            His mom was a normal enough woman. Brown hair with warm brown eyes. A soft voice. Tanned skin that always smelled of almonds and brown sugar. As far back as he could remember, she always held him close when she could, always trying to protect him. His father was a drunkard, mean and vicious. He had short black hair and dark eyes that always seemed filled to the brim with hatred for the poor child.

            Every morning his mom would wake him up for breakfast. “Morning honey,” his mother’s voice would coo. He and his mother would creep quietly so as not to wake his father. Together they would eat and she would send him off to school. He loved their mornings together; every one was filled a quiet warm comfort. It was the nights he hated.

             Every night he would come home, remove his shoes, and hang his coat and knapsack, the usual. As he stepped closer to the kitchen he would always peer in first. Always. And nearly every time his father would glare at him with the utmost contempt. Scorning his pale skin, snowy hair, blood red eyes. And he always looked away, always, both with shame and a burning hate for this man, his own father. His mother would come in behind him and try pleadingly to get him to stop drinking all that beer. Ten cans she said once. Ten cans.  Wasn’t that enough? He would slap her and tell him that it wasn’t enough. He would curse her and beat her, blaming her for his bad temper, his bad life, and his abominable albino child.

            She would cry and apologize, take the blame, reason with him. Anything to get him to stop. And her young son would often get in the way to help her, taking a beating himself. One day Silas came home and the beatings had started early. His mother was back against the counter, her hands raised to her face. His father’s drunken wailing was slurred and more like wails than words. He saw the knife before his mother. His father raised the knife above his head and slashed down. Again and again he plunged the knife, blood splattering him, the floor, everything. She fell to the floor and still he kept on until Silas began screaming behind him.

            He then limped upstairs in his drunken state covered in blood. Silas knelt next to his mother trying in vain to stop all the bleeding. His eyes were wide with fear and his hands trembled for what seemed like forever. All the boy could do was tremble beside his mother’s limp body. He looked slowly toward the knife and he suddenly became filled with rage.