Well.
It's been a while, hasn't it? Over a year, at least... My mind fails when it comes to memory, that much is true, I suppose.
Well, where to begin?
I am a graduate from my highschool, with honors, and am now trying to find work.
Tough luck in this economy.
I am getting into Sims 3 like I have never simmed before.
Playing with life, much?
there are a bunch of things going on, i'm feeling strange right now (oh yay, I'm getting sick :p), and I'm likely gonna re-purpose this into a blog separate from Tumblr, where I can put my rough drafts for you all to see.
Except him. He's not allowed to see any more of my stories until they're in print.
Anyway...I'll get off of here and let you all return to your normal programs. Later!
(Nightmother bless!)
~Ji'ka

Whisper

Whisper, whisper, in the dark.
The daily world is rendered stark.
The sun is gone, the cold descends
With a yawn, their sleep begins.
Whisper, whisper, in the dark
Winding through the barren park.
The barren trees, the fallen snow,
The quiet holds, both high and low.
Whisper, whisper, in the dark
All my world is rendered stark.
Winter's here, the blanketing snow,
The quiet falls, and all will know.

JOB!!!!

I am officially a member of the working force, having gotten a job at the local corn maze/haunted maze near my school. I will be haunting, scaring all kinds of people (I hope...)... that's my job anyway.
I will be recycling my costume from last year, adding some bits and removing others. I will hopefully be able to share pictures with those of you who have my email, and who have given me permission to email you, once the season is going and if I can get pictures. :)
*happy dance*

School

I start tomorrow.
Why tomorrow and not today?
Paperwork.
Anyways. I have my binder(s), backpack, lunchbox, lunch (not made yet), pencils, ruler, paper, combination lock (for my locker), School map, Graph paper, etc, etc.
Wait...
I kinda... need my calm, level head too, don't I.
<sarcasm> Jooooy.</sarcasm>
Well, We'll see. Maybe I'll do well, maybe I'll be overwhelmed. All I know is, I'm in for a culture shock.

How

How can i speak without anger or dread
How can i say what needs to be said
How can i not cause fear or blame
How can i stay and remain the same
Your eye is shut
Your ear is closed
What ever luck
Was it that you chose
I scream and i shout
I weep and i fear
How can you doubt
What i say here
You say there is choice
While i find there is none
When i try it to voice
I can only to one
Do not what you say
But say that you do
There is not a way
That i can be you
Hear my scream
Hear my cry
Where is the beam
To aid me to fly

Story begun last night at 9:30 ish...

Then continued this morning at 3

The sight that greeted him in his... no, their room, made him smile gently. She was sprawled out on top of the covers (in a peach, velveteen sleep shirt, with her purple sheer tank and a pair of magenta panties underneath), apparently trying to grip the last threads of slumber as her body began "booting up", as she called it. He called her name quietly, and snorted as she reached out to smack their alarm clock. She rolled to her knees; scanning the room, she squinted at him long enough to roughly identify him, then went hunting for her glasses on her side of the king-sized bed.
"Should I even bother trying to talk to you right now? Or do I wait until you've had your shower and some coffee?" He asked, purely to hear what nonsense-word she would grumble at him.
"Ih..." she proceeded to grumble at him, increasingly so when her glasses slid off of the nightstand and into the dark world under their bed. Chuckling, he walked over to where she was fumbling around, reached back to the normal spot, and withdrew with her glasses in hand.
"Go shower. I'll put on coffee and set out some cereal." He purred into her ear, sliding her glasses up her nose and into their rightful place.
"Rrrrt..." she purred in reply, smiling gently before going to do as she was told.

She came downstairs in jeans and a camisole, pulling her hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face.
"How long had you been home?" She asked sweetly, going to kiss his cheek before grabbing a cereal box and the skim milk.
"About ten minutes. My travel buddy drove so I could sleep. You want coffee, or tea?" He answered, smiling at her.
"This early in the day? Coffee, please. So, how did the meeting go?" She gratefully accepted the mug of piping hot liquid, and proceeded to add several spoonfuls of creamer and sugar.
"Well enough. They're convinced that dividing into smaller businesses is the way to go... more earnings all around and all that... but... well, I'm gonna miss coming home to the sight I saw this morning."
She blushed now, her pale skin flushing to a rosy pink usually only seen in the chill of winter.
"W.. I... am not going to try to retort." She stammered, sending a half-hearted glare at him.
"What~? You look cute when you're still half-asleep." He teased, causing her to blush further. She grumbled at him again, before sticking a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, followed by a sip of her toothache-in-a-mug coffee.

[Note: I do actually make random noises like that, usually as a reaction to something or when I just really don't have anything to say. I really didn't mean for her to sound like a catgirl or something...]

Child of Insomnia

Sleepless
Hopeless
Lost not found
Seeking
Looking
All around
Light gone
Dark song
Waking
Shaking
Want to dream