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Let's see here...
My dad has cancer for the second time. He just had knee surgery. He's falling apart. I don't think he's going to make it much longer. He decided to tell me this on Christmas eve. Real cool, right?! Right.
My grandmother is intensive care. Lung cancer. Chemo hit her hard. She's not doing to hot. Again, I'm not sure she's going to make it much longer. Which... sucks. She's the only grandparent I have left. And the only one I kinda slightly got to know. I'm kinda bummed about it. 'Cause, I only really had one set of grandparents to begin with... (it's a long story, don't ask) and... my grandfather died when I was in fourth grade. My great-grandmother died shortly after. So, yeah. Suckage.
My brother just got out of the hospital. Nothing big, but, jeebus! Will it never end?! It's crazy. My entire family is going nuts.
My sister-in-law is pregnant. I'm going to have a nephew come Mayish. And, that's all fine and dandy. I'm cool with being an aunt. But... Shelby has told me that she's not going to allow her children to have predominate un-christian influences. Guess what?! I'm not christian. There's no doubt in my mind that they're going to deny me the opportunity to really get to know my nephew. After all the times they've tried to convert me... And... that tears me apart. It really does. I mean, for ******** sake, I'm the kid's aunt!
And then, Kyle wants me to move to Australia with him. I love him, god do I... but... My family is nuts. Completely nuts. And, falling apart... and... god, I can't be that far away from my friends. And... I know I can't keep the relationship going if he's that far away. It's tough. It's really tough. I don't know what I'm going to do...
 Medi Rishi-Miku · Sun Jan 14, 2007 @ 03:38am · 1 Comments |
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You make it so hard.
So hard.
Sometimes, I can't stand you.
Sometimes, it hurts me that I can't be there with you.
But, I love you.
Sometimes, I want so much to give up.
Sometimes, I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
Sometimes, you make me think you don't care anymore.
But, I love you.
Sometimes, you hold me so close to you.
Sometimes, you push me away.
But, I love you.
Sometimes, I wonder if you love me too.
Medi Rishi-Miku · Sat Jan 06, 2007 @ 02:12am · 0 Comments |
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Nicole made an uh oh
A big one.
s**t.
Medi Rishi-Miku · Wed Nov 22, 2006 @ 04:54am · 1 Comments |
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My new RP character's debut |
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She's awesome. So I figured I'd post her first entrance here.
A young woman proceeded up the stairs to the Accursed headquaters. Let's have a description, shall we? We'll go top to bottom. Her orange/red hair was cropped short. Cut in a messy fashion. Holding it back from her very pretty face was a blue and black headband. Her eyes were a beautiful green-gray and she had them covered in bright pink aviator sunglasses. She had them lined lightly in black eyeliner with bright colors surrounding the round eyes. A dark red lipstick graced her lips. On her neck was an assortment of necklaces. Big round beads, held close to her throat and long chains. Moving down. She had on a pink and black bustier that was covered up by a black pinstripe vest. Wrapped around her waist was a bright blue belt, held closed by a white heart. Over this she wore a green wool jacket. On her hands were pink and black fishnet gloves.A grey mini skirt ran down her legs, but only slightly. Under this she wore an orange and black striped thigh high stocking on her right leg. On top of that stocking was a lime green fishnet stocking. Her left leg was bedecked in a turquoise and black striped thigh high. On top of that was a red fishnet stocking. Covering her ankles were black pinstriped legwarmers. Her turquoise heels clicked against the cement in a wonderful resonating sound. Conceeled on her body was an assortment of weapons. There were daggers, guns, even pepperspray. Whatever she could use to incapictate her opponent. On her back was a large backpack, of the camping variety. Needless to say, it looked very out of place on her person.Okay, enough description, moving on.
Ophelia cautiously swung the front door open with a slam. She winced at the noise. Great. Now I've given away my position. She studied the entrance, sensing a fight. "Wow. This one's new. Very recent. But, this is my home. God dammit." Noticing that there was no one in the immediate vicinity, she shrugged, and held a hand over the gun strapped to her thigh. Just be quiet, girly. Be quiet and go straight to your room. She nodded in agreement to her thoughts and stepped over the threshold. She moved quickly and quietly, even avoiding the clicking of her heels on the tile floor. She smiled as she ascended the staircase. In a fluid movement, she removed the gun from her thigh, opened the door to her old room and turned on the light. Seeing no one inside, she rushed in and closed the door, locking it. She laughed at herself. She was usually never this cautious. But not being cautious had lost them the headquarters once before, she didn't want that again. She dropped her bag on the floor and collapsed on her bed. Home at last.
Medi Rishi-Miku · Sat Nov 18, 2006 @ 06:50am · 2 Comments |
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I became a princess because my knight-in-shining-armor didn't want me. Having come to the conclusion (after seeing him again) that I will never have him again, a princess I'll remain.
Medi Rishi-Miku · Mon Nov 13, 2006 @ 01:37am · 2 Comments |
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Really, I am.
I'm ridiculously happy.
Ask me why.
I'll tell you.
Medi Rishi-Miku · Tue Nov 07, 2006 @ 08:47pm · 0 Comments |
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