For anyone who still reads this, I guess a hacker did some hacking yesterday? I'm pretty confused by it myself. From what I can tell, all they did was make a post telling people to go to a website. (I didn't go to it, so I'm sorry if it was offensive to anyone.)

So yeah. That was weird. With all the things a hacker could potentially do with hacking abilities, they decided to plug a website. OKAY...whatever. I guess I'm not going to question the inner workings of crazy people. They could have at least used good grammar... that's tha part that offends me.

Anyway, yeah. I really am almost done with Four or Five. At least that part of the silly post was right.

I was going to be an asshole and make a post about how I'm too tired to post this tonight and I'll do it in the morning... but then I was like, "If I'm going to make a post, I might as well just go all the way because lord knows I rarely do!"

So here you go. Go to my fanfiction.net profile in order to vote for the winner (which I might not pay attention to). Two chapters to go, only 2,000 words from being an even 100,000 word entry, and I don't think the fourth wall exists anymore.

Title: Four or Five- Chapter LIII
Chapter Title: "It's Product Placement!"
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Everyone in the world
Rating: PG
Summary: The fourth wall goes home crying, there are riots in the streets, and the conclusion might not surprise you.
Disclaimer: I own the Prince of Tennis.
Fanfiction.net link: here.

This is horrible.


Title: Tenesis
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Seigaku
Rating: G
Summary: On the eighth day, God created Ryoma, the Prince of Tennis, and he saw it was good.
Disclaimer: I own the Prince of Tennis.
Fanfiction.net link: here

SOMEONE MADE THIS:
OMFG

I found that and I was like OMFG, in case you can't tell. It's mostly just a timeline of my online/fanfiction life OMFG. I kind of want someone to start filling in all that other stuff that has thus far been left blank. I wonder what would be put under my "general information."

GOOSEBUMPS. OMFG

ps, I'm like halfway done with one of the chapters of Four or Five and it's horrible but I'm trying. FOR REALZ

I KNOW I'VE SAID THIS A TRILLION TIMES BEFORE BUT I REALLY WANT TO FINISH "FOUR OR FIVE" AND "REMOTE 2"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I checked my email after 2 months of not checking it (mostly because I felt so guilty about not updating) and there were so many people giving me such kind words and AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGMENT I am going to try to come back. I know that would mean more if I actually had something to show for this attempt, but just know I'm thinking about all of you.

OK OK OK OK OK I'M TRYING. I have to get back into the mind set. I mean, Four or Five literally has 2 more chapters I have to write since I've already written the last chapter about a year ago. WOULD YOU READ THESE STORIES AFTER THEY'VE TAKEN FOREVER AND A DAY TO FINISH???

Omfg someone please convince me this is a bad choice.

OK so I'm submitting 'Sasuke' onto fanfiction.net so I don't have to think about it anymore! YAY!! BE HAPPY!!!

read me!!!

I had to think up a real name for it because I didn't want people to think it was about Sasuke. The name is really stupid because I thought about it for about two seconds. If you have any less stupid suggestions, then I wouldn't mind hearing them.

I feel like I had something else to say but I can't think of it right now. OH WELL!

I'm sorry for that very unprofessional post in the early hours of the morning.

I KNOW RIGHT??? WHERE THE HELL DID THIS COME FROM???

I'm trying really hard to at least finish this shitfest of a story. Again, fanfiction.net confuses me with all its new features.

PS this chapter is horrible in every way.

Title: Four or Five- Chapter LII
Chapter Title: "I Do Like the Idea of Not Doing Work."
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Everyone in the world
Rating: PG
Summary: The Geniuses take out a mafia hit on Choutarou while Renji develops telepathic powers, Yuuta turns Emo and Hiyoshi finally gets a little glory, but not really.
Disclaimer: I own the Prince of Tennis.
Fanfiction.net link: here.

( “I )

Against my better judgment, I've made myself a beta reader again. siiiiigh we'll see what happens. Maybe my betas will instill in me the desire to write stuff again!

YAY!!! It's amazing how like one email can turn everything around.

My heinously crazy teacher sent me an email about how wonderful my final paper was and asked if she could use it as an example for future students. And this is the email I wrote back to her:

Professor,
Thank you! I spent a long time writing that paper and even sacrificed watching several more episodes of Project Runway on Youtube, which is what I usually do when I'm supposed to be doing homework for your class. I'll have you know that you single handedly made my term very difficult to manage, and I'm fairly certain you're aware of this after our three-way discussion with the Dean. However, I would very much like it if you used my paper for future classes, assuming they keep you around for another year after this ridiculous excuse for a semester, because the entire concept of the paper was totally chaotic and utterly confusing so we had to pretty much make things up as we went along. So, if I can help any future students you are torturing, that would be peachy keen. (As long as they don't plagerize any of my work.)

Thank you for the B+.

It was liberating. All she sent back was, I choose not to discuss this type of matter over email. When you return to school after break, we'll talk face to face. And I was like, NOT LIKELY, BITCH.

I mean, this woman is CRAZY. We all know who I'm talking about, right? That crazy teacher who firmly believes I am a plagerizing whore. WELL SHE'S THE WHORE. BWA HA HA HA HA!! And the paper was total bullshit, too. I don't know how I got a B+ for the class, though, considering a got a C on my midterm (for "plagerising") and failed three homeworks (also for "plagerising") and she would give us bullshit reading quizzes too. We would read a book for the class, A WHOLE BOOK, and then we'd come in and her quiz would be like, "In chapter 4, a character said, 'every race must have a color, just like every location must have a _______'" AND WE WOULD HAVE TO FILL IN THE BLANK. And that would be the only questio on the test. It's like: ARGH!!! I READ THIS BUT I DIDN'T MEMORIZE IT!!! We had no other grading criteria.

I work in dining services at the school, too, so whenever she comes in there, I've got the entiring cafeteria staff conspiring against her to give her smaller portions and charge her for extra stuff. AND when I handed in my paper, I stapled it on the wrong side just to show her how much I hate her!!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!

Also, I straightened out the problem with that guy who was suing me. I paid the company directly so the collection agency wouldn't get any profit. And I called the guy to tell him outright that I did it out of spite and that if he ever called me again I would drive to his house and smother him with a pillow. But not really. I just told him not to call me again. But I WISH I had said that second part.

Also...it's my birthday! YAY!!! TWENTY-ONE!!!

(See that insanely happy picture of Inui from the live action movie I'm using as my icon? That's what my face looks like right now.)

On April Fool's Day, I got a phonecall from a lawfirm, which is apparently suing me for 106 dollars in the name of a hospital that I've never been to and is located 3 hours away from anywhere I've ever been (I mapquested it).

I IMMEDIATELY ASSUMED IT WAS A JOKE. I asked to speak to the guy with the biggest desk and he assured me (in his horrible Yankees-loving New York accent) it was not a joke and I was, in fact, being sued, and if I didn't address the problem right away then it was going to destroy my credit, which would follow me around for the next seven years and I won't be able to ever buy things because this 106 dollar thing would be all over my credit.

I was like: I'm twenty years old. Why are you acting like I know what's going on?

AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh-as if things weren't stressful enough right now with finals week and people asking me to put up a new chapter...I sort of wish I hadn't put that other one up because then no one would have expectations of me.

On a less crazy-inducing note, my birthday is in 9 days. My TWENTY FIRST birthday. Unfortunately, it's sandwiched between the last day of finals and Easter. Ah well. I'm not letting THAT stop me!!

Anyway, I have to get my fugitive-being-sued-arse into gear if I plan on passing this semester. I would make a list of what I have to do, but that will be more time consuming then actually getting something done. Rest assured that I did some simple addition and I have 22 pages worth of paper-writing I have to do by Wednesday, 8 pages of which were due yesterday and I just didn't do it because I'm being sued. Yeah, I'm going to use that as an excuse for basically everything now. There's no new chapter because... I'm being sued. Yeah, that sounds good.

(And because I just can't resist, anyone notice the amazing run-on sentence in this post?)

Whew. Good news. My teacher realized the err of her ways and everything is A-OK.

Well no. I still hate her. But whatever.

GOOD NEWS!!!!! Four or Five is featured here!! YIPEEEEEEE!!! This gives me extra incentive to finish it.

Also, I am currently rereading that story. I forgot how hilarious the WTF team is. There were a LOT of spelling and gramatical errors. OOPS. Oh well.

Maybe another chapter will come soon.......

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IF I COULD DIGIVOLVE INTO IKKAKUMON AND FIRE A HARPOON TORPEDO AT SOMEONE, I WOULD TOTALLY FIRE ONE AT ONE OF MY ENGLISH PROFESSORS!!! RAGE!!!

She accused me of PLAGERISM! WHAT?!?!?!?!??! I am so ABOVE plagerism and I cannot believe the words fell out of her mouth.

Okay, fellow English majors out there. There's Sylvia Plath. What do we know about her? She is crazy and she is a drama queen. Also, there is controversy surrounding her use of Nazi metaphors to describe her own personal suffering. WTF. But everyone knows she did that. RIGHT?!?!?!

So I used it in my paper. This is what I stated: "The metaphor may seem, at times, a bit extreme. Over the years, certain poems have become more popular simply because of the controversy that surrounds her imagry with the notion that her suffering rivaled that of the people sent to concentration camps."

And THAT, my friend, is her basis for accusing me of plagerism. Apparently someone else thoguht of this idea before me (DUH) and I didn not give proper credit. Well, let's see, I've been an English fanatic ever since Middle School and i have taken English classes and Sylvia Plath no doubt popped up in all of these classes. Our classes undoubtably discussed the overuse of Nazi metaphor. So excuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me for not knowing I had to actually go back in time and cite every single class discussion we've had about Sylvia Plath while we're writing our timed inclass midterm.

As you can see, I am so frustrated that i am just flying by this entry, hardly even paying attention to mistakes and prepositional phrases and everything else that elludes proper grammar. I am angry! I AM ANGRY!!!! I didn't do anything wrong and now there's a chance I will be put in front of the school board for my so called plagerism and I might even get kicked out of school if this psycho teacher sees fit.

Cry with me. Cry with me a little.

Many people have inquired as to what was all about the recent chapter released after renouncing fanfiction a bit ago. Well, I was some reason possessed to read In Which There Is No Tennis (which is much much worse than I remember it) and, after reading that one, I wanted to read Four or Five. But then I remembered it wasn't finished and that got me sad. There was no way I was going to read something UNFINISHED!!!! But I still wanted to read it in all of its horrible glory.

Considering it was about 2 in the morning, I obviously didn't have anything better to do so I guess I was just possessed and that chapter was the lovechild of that twenty-five minutes. Who knows if I will continue it? It was pretty much just pulled out of nowhere because I didn't even really read the previous chapters recently. Ah, c'est la vie. Fortunately, since I'm hyper OCD, I have very well organized all the material that has been untouched since last year. The remaining five or so chapters have already been carefully plotted and planned out (and the last chapter actually already written) so I can actually theoretically complete this with very minimal effort. What will come of it all? Aw, who knows!

But am I allowed to celebrate my 8th birthday on fanfiction.net if I spent 8 months in a coma?

LI. Chapter LI. As in 51, for those of you who do not follow Roman Numerals. Yes, that's right. There is a new chapter in Four or Five! OMFGGGGGGGGGG.

I don't know why I did it. I was just sitting here and then all of a sudden was like, "Hey, that story only had a couple of chapters to go. I'm sure I can finish it!" So I wrote this dribble and hopefully it's good. I didn't read what came before it so it might be a little out of place, but I tried my best. Please enjoy it. I will make absolutely no promises about coming out with more, but for now, just have this one.

(PS WOAH. I haven't been to fanfiction.net for almost a year and it is so revamped with all these new special features that I am wicked confused. ahhhh!)

Title: Four or Five- Chapter LI
Chapter Title: "Oishi! It's Not What It Looks Like!"
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Everyone in the world
Rating: PG
Summary: Picked up right from where it died.
Disclaimer: I own the Prince of Tennis.
Fanfiction.net link: here.

( “Oishi! )

In spite of myself, I don't feel confident enough to publish my original work, even on fiction website. Something about it is so embarrassing! I'm just afraid that it's all imperfect, cause I have always recieved positive remarks about how well I portray characters (even if it is to the extreme) so if you take all those comments away, I don't know what will be left.

Frankly, I'm nervous. I don't know if I'm ready and I don't think I will ever really be ready. ALAS.

And I lost my watch. I feel inadequet not knowing what time it is.

The word of the day is "Magnamious" which means to be free of evil thoughts.

The reason why this entry is so retarded and fragmented is because it is my roommates 21st birthday party and I have retreated into my room for a moment to make this post. Something about my current state of mind just COMMANDED me to do this. Anyway, back to the party-making! PEACE.

You guys are sincerely awesome. My previous post was intended to be my last, but I've decided I will keep communications open, and start with this story of an obnoxious ex-roommate.

So she lived with me last term but moved out before the start of this term. Now, since our beds suck, she bought a board to put under her mattress so she didn't sink into the bed. However, she accidentally left it in my room when she moved out. Today she came and picked it up and, in the process, left my room in chaos. Since I'm OCD, I put sheets and blankets on the bed so it wouldn't be ugly. She tore the board out and left all the blankets on the floor and even knocked a few things over on her way out. She also had to move a desk but that was only like a foot so it doesn't really matter. BUT STILL!! WTF!!! And it's not like we parted on bad terms. I sent her a passive aggressive text message. > |

Allo?

Is this thing on?

Ah yes.

To all of you who are still paying attention after all this time, I'm going to give this little announcement. As you may have noticed, I have not updated in a very long time and I feel as though I must comment about this simply because I have recieved many concerned letters asking if I am dead or contracted some kind of horrible disease.

As it would happen, neither of those things have occurred. To put it simply, I have basically decided to cease in the fanfiction writing department. Frankly, it was energy depleting and I couldn't focus on my own creative writing--you know, with characters that weren't created by someone else. I do hope you all understand and I appreciate everyone who has supported me up to this point and I certainly apologize about the abrupt ending, but I suppose you may have sensed it building up to this point.

Thank you thank you. If you still want to email back and forth about writing or something I know a little about, I wouldn't mind putting your name in my inbox and having a go at it.

Peace!! <3

Funniest story ever.

Okay, so for one of my classes I took an entire year ago, my group and I made a video about Anna Nicole Smith analyzing her personality using several different theories. Out of nowhere this guy gets my instant messaging address somehow and starts chatting with me. He basically wants to know more information.

Now, it has been a year since I've taken this class so I pretty much don't remember anything. And, at the time he is speaking with me, I happen to be having a small partizzle with my friends so I tell him to message me another time.

Well, yesterday he did so. And it was very amusing. Under the cut, you can read our conversation, but I can give you the short version right here if you don't want to read the whole thing. (I think you should, though, because it's fucking hilarious.)

1) He messages me and tries to make small talk, but I am tutoring in the library and don't feel very much like talking to this creeper who somehow got my instant messaging address.

2) He whores out his myspace page and starts to drop subtle hints that he wants me to write his paper for him.

3) He asks straight out if I would write his paper for him.

4) I say no. He sorta acts like a jerk, so I call him a jerk. He flips out.

5) No like seriously. He FLIPS OUT. WTF. He starts calling himself part of a royal family and a doctor and whores out his myspace page again and all this random stuff that makes no sense whatsoever.

6) Just as he's about to leave, I decide I want to play around some more. So I start to apologize so he'll talk to me more and be outrageous again.

7) I pretend to write a paper for him. It's twenty-five pages of the word "douchebag."

8) When I send it to him, he flips out again and then signs off, only after I mock him for failing to use the word "outsmarted."

( I have a few problems with this. If he is graduating as a doctor in a few weeks then why is he taking such a basic psychology course? And why does he need ME to write a lousy three page paper for him? I mean, he even says it! Whatever. )

YAY!! CHAPTER L!! I love Roman Numerals.

Anyway, REMOTE 2: Rerun gleefully welcomes Four or Five into middle agedness.

The next chapter will be especially difficult to write because, addmittedly, Team Tall and Team Doubles are my two favorite teams. Eliminating one of them will be heartbreaking.

Title: Four or Five- Chapter L
Chapter Title: "It's Like One Big Crazy Rokkaku Match!"
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Everyone in the world
Rating: PG
Summary: Just look at the title. It says it all.
Disclaimer: I own the Prince of Tennis.
Fanfiction.net link: here.

( It's Like One Big Crazy Rokkaku Match! )