In case there's still anyone about who wanders by this page, I've grown rather silent. I still lurk on DA, commenting and reading and viewing, but I find it unlikely that I will be continuing to submit pieces of my writing here. I've put almost everything in storage, just leaving up the crappy fanfiction, for the most part.

If anyone wants to get in touch with me or read anything I write, I can be found at LiveJournal. [link]

Anyway, I hope all of you are doing well.

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It's been a while since I updated this, huh? There really isn't that much to update about, I suppose. I probably won't use this much once in the future, anyway. My LiveJournal absorbs most of my random drabbling. ^^'

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Appropriate, I think that the song 'It's the end of the world as we know it' came on just as I logged onto DA today.

The only pro I can find for the new layout is it gives you the option to take something off your favourites list, if you accidentally fave it, or something.

But they fucked with the writing deviations. I hope they iron out the fact that on some of them, part of the writing is covered by the little buttons on the left.

That's all I have to say.

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*points above* Yeah, just what I said. I'm taking on a rather large Howl's Moving Castle fanfiction that attacked me in my sleep. Info: It's going to be twenty chapters long, and I do intend to finish this one, believe it or not. I'm picking my way through the twenty chapters all over the place, since they happen to correspond with the lines of a certain poem.

Having read the book or seen the movie is not required, for example, if you just want something to read and have some odd desire to edit my writing in one of its most horrible first stages, but it would be a great boon if you had. Particularly if you've read the book, seeing as it's in book!verse.

Also, if you plan on reading the book, and even seeing the movie, then I wouldn't suggest taking this on, because you will be spoilered. But if you're willing, then, by all means, please let me know. I need an editor, badly. I've got the inspiration, but the words don't seem to be flowing as smoothly as I had hoped, and I'm trying to work up the quality of my work.

Or, if you only want to edit one chapter, or something, don't hesitate to let me know. And I'm not against having more than one editor, either. More sets of eyes/brain(s) is better than only one or two.

(And spare hearts, provided there are some lying around. )

In any case, thanks in advance. *bows*

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Akabane-san!! ^_^


Yeah, I'm going back and reading all my old Get Backers manga volumes now that I've got the ninth one. Which means I now have 3-9. Since my mom probably doesn't want me buying as many as I plan on, I'm going to buy them in slow, short increments, and once I get up to the number the volumes are up to, then I'll go back and buy one and two. Yeah. More Akabane and Ban and Kazuki! And others, but mainly those three!

Anyway, I'm taking the time to submit all or a lot of my poems from English class to DeviantArt. I've decided I can't write limericks very well. At least not with a little practice.

Godsdammit, I want to see the Get Backers anime so bad! But they don't have it on adult swim. >_< In any case, if they're on, I'm going to go and watch Cowboy Bebop and Trigun and possibly some other stuff tonight.

And I'm going to go back and read my Hellsing and Desert Coral mangas, too. Does anyone know if the DC volume three is out, yet? I've been getting them really cheap at the middle school bookfairs, we just had the last one that I'm ever going to see, and they only had volume two, which I already have. *frown* Anyway...





The road officially ends on June 7th, 2006.

What am I talking about, I can hear you ask. Well, to be perfectly frank, that's the day life as I know it is going to end. That's the day I graduate from eigth grade, and leave the middle school, this time for good. I cried last year, when last years eigth graders graduated! It's going to be worse this year, I can already tell. I've constantly got Nickelback's 'Photograph', and Michelle Branche's 'Goodbye to You' running through my head or in my CD player, and I feel like I'm going to burst into tears every time I see anyone.

I hate the middle school, because it holds a lot of bad memories for me, but I also love it, for the good memories and times it has within its walls. It feels like home, and, oddly enough, the Elementary never felt that way, and I was there for just as many years, (since I moved here in third grade).

I have no idea how I'm going to survive. I'm going to miss everything. Everything. My teachers, the lockers I've had over the years, the way people were now, the computer lab, the classrooms, everything.

Shit, I'm getting teary-eyed just sitting here thinking about it.

Ever since sixth grade, I've wanted to stay here forever. I don't want to graduate this place. Because when I do, it means there's only four years left, and I know those years are going to go by so fast. So fast. I'm not ready to make all the desicioins that I'm going to have to make. I'm not ready for the responsibility.

I wrote this last year, aimed at everyone who I was going to miss, all the memories, and at one special person who moved, and who I wish I could have gotten to know better.

I miss you, Richard LeCoultre.

Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow...
Will be the day...
Maybe tomorrow...
Will be the day...
Not today...
Never ended yesterday...
Might see the sun shining down...
Might hear the laughter on the air...
Might cry some tears for memory's sake...
Might smile through it all...
Might sing into the wind...
Might laugh in the valley of the shadow of doubt...
Might hug someone, and say goodbye...
Don't go no where, I'll be back.
See you someday.
Don't get eaten over the summer.
Just let me wipe away my tears,
and gaze on you again.
I'll see you again, not to worry.
Don't die alone,
and promise me that you won't lose it.
Don't get arrested, or, if you do, not for nothing big.
And if you get arrested, I'll be there with you,
next to you.
'Damn, that was fun.'
And then someone'll come and bail us out,
won't ever let us live it down.
Don' wanna go, please don't leave.
Wanna have you here right next to me.
Wanna be able to smile at you,
and laugh at old times.
Do something insane.
I'll cause havoc if you do.
Please don' forget me.
If you don't, you might save my life someday.
Come on, let those tears flow, just smile right through 'em,
no one'll think less of you.
This time has been so beautiful, so fun, so memorable.
Can't put it to words.
Let the words, memories, be your lullaby.
Remember the good times, and the bad,
and the tired days, the boring days.
Wanna laugh and live and learn with you here beside me.
But if that's not possible, that's okay,
I'll be with you anyway.
You've got a piece of me, and you'll have it the rest of your life.
Don't let it blow away, don't forget about me.
It's been really fun.
Hope to see you again.
G'bye, and remember, as I'll remember you.

~*~
Also, this is the journal I wrote on DA last year after the last band concert of the year. I don't remember if I posted it here last year. I'm going to do a similar one this year, write after the concert on Monday.

Another rant... Please don't be mad... please...

It is difficult for me to describe just how much I hate the end of school years. It's the same story every year at least for me. Towards the end of the year, I always think, man, this was the best year, I want to be in this grade forever, and I always get depressed, or at least really sad, near the end.

Tomorrow is the last day, and being only a seventh grader, there's a lot of eighth graders that I'm gonig to miss next year, when they move up to the highschool. I mean, it's not like I'm not going to see them in a couple years, and it's not like I'm not going to see my friends again, but I always feel really sad at the end of the year.

Maybe it's because I feel like I lose a part of myself with each advancing grade, a little bit of my childhood that I won't ever get back. And it makes me wonder, 'If this year went fast, what about next year? And highschool? And college?'

And now, whenever I hear a Michelle Branch song, I think I'm going to start crying, because they were playing them when the eight grade section of the publications class ran a video of the eight grade collected from all year, and them saying goodbye to everybody. I so hate time.

So many people have become my friends, and I fear that they won't be who they are when I see them next.

There are no words to describe this feeling. I swear I'm going to start crying tomorrow, and on the last day of eight grade, next year.

So, *raises glass* here's to all the eight graders that I hope do well next year. I love you guys.

Jeremy Shawver, Austin Bedwell, (Baby-eater!), Rob Cook, Andrew Bates,('Kiss ma loosaness, loosa!'), James Beckstrom, Emily Bailey, Preston Boyd, Jade Fletcher, Alayason Mitchell, Kenny Gingras, and Shelbie Linnemeyer.

And to all the seventh graders that have become my friends.

Richard LeCoultre, (who, sadly, is moving to Silver Valley, and won't be coming back, I think), Bryant Appel, Josh Cox, Ricky Avalos,(who can appreciate anime), Shelby Branvold, Molli Darden and Daunie Duke, Troy Duncan, (Cyanide Kid), Jenny Ettinger, Michael Garvin, Courtney Irelan, (Jimmy-kins), Ashlee and Tedi Johnson, Megan Krebs, (Moon-man) Michellebea Lyons, Doug Mcgee, Michael Mullins, Sam Reamer, Vierra Reid, Courtney Wear, Marcus Witten, Michael Yearout, Jake Willard, and lastly, but definitely not least, Sarah Felix, who I would have sworn would never be my best friend 2 or 3 years ago.

And the teachers, whom I love to joke around with.

Mr. Bifford, (the best English and Publications teacher, and whom I am one of the only ones who appreciates his jokes), Mr. Shaw, (the Science teacher who still remembers what it was like to be young and less wise), Mrs. Kirts, (the best and kindest librarian ever to live), Mr. Vesey, (the aweseome Geography teacher who appreciates my insanity), Mr. Pentland, (who I had last year, as my home and Geography teacher. Thank you, even though I'm a year late! ^^' ), Mr. DePew, (the band teacher that can squeeze good music out of us ), and Mr. Noyes, (who I also had last year, as my band teacher. Forgive me for being so late!).

I hope all of you guys do well, have a great summer, you don't change much, and that I see you again!

-Zap
(Sara Hendricks)

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These songs so accuratley describe this. Particularly the last one, with the 'three years' bit.

Photograph - Nickelback


Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must’ve done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye


Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops seen us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down


We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we’d know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on the bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can't erase it
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me...

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Goodbye to You - Michelle Branch

Of all the things I believed in
I just want to get it over with
tears from behind my eyes
but I do not cry
Counting the days that past me by

I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
Looks like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend and I said

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I love
The one thing that I tried to hold on to

I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes till you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
but it's not right

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to

Ohhh yeah
And it hurts to want everything & nothing at the same time
I want whats yours and I want whats mine
I want you but I'm not giving in this time

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to

And when the stars fall I lie will awake
Your my shooting star



Goodbye to everything I thought I knew...

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