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Jan. 22nd, 2012 12:56 pm
zfreelance: (We Find Wildness)
Pick up the nearest book to you.

Turn to page 45.

The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.


She had always been good at biding her time.

(The Stand by Stephen King)


... appropriate, I think.

...

Jan. 1st, 2012 12:06 am
zfreelance: (Peace!)
It is now 2012 and I greet the new year with a dead laptop and absolutely no booze in hand.

First Post of the Month Meme )


Long Ass 2011 Meme )

Fuck, I'm tired.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Boom)
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Wizards
Ao
Aliens
Car Soul
Evil bastard story
Final Fantasy Ripoff
Firefly AU Fic OMGWTF
Four Temples
High Fantasy Post
Idek
Mad Jeremy Matthews
messenger
Noel
Poisoner's Journal
Psychics
random bard
Skyrunner
The Legend of the Nullsmith
thefour
Three's a Crowd
Two thieves
Wings For Marie
Wolf
wolves
Yet another werewolf story


Genres span from urban fantasy to modern fiction to epic Firefly fic that I will never write, because I fail.
Some of these are so old, I can't remember when I started working on them. Some I just pounded out over the course of an hour and promptly abandoned.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Fix Cars and Kiss Girls)
Two years till the end of the world!


First Post of the Month Meme )


Long-Ass 2010 Meme )

LEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEENKIIIIIIIIINS.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Fix Cars and Kiss Girls)
My life according to Buffy...

Describe yourself: Prophecy Girl
How do you feel: Where The Wild Things Are
Describe where you currently live: Welcome to the Hellmouth
If you could go anywhere where would you go?: Out Of My Mind
Your favorite form of transportation: Lover's Walk
Your best friend is: The Pack
What's the weather like: New Moon Rising
Favourite time of day: Bring On The Night
If your life was a TV show, it would be called: Some Assembly Required
What is life to you: Conversations With Dead People
Your fear: Normal Again
What is the best advice you have to give: Never Kill a Boy on the First Date
Thought for the day: Bad Eggs
How I would like to die: Killed By Death
My soul's present condition: Wild at Heart
My motto: Go Fish


How to do this meme: Using only EPISODE names from ONE TV SHOW, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat an episode title. It’s a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My life according to (show)".


Yes, I do have a paper I should be writing, so clever of you to notice.

...

Nov. 10th, 2010 03:48 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Fuck Decaf)
Let's all pretend I didn't slack off for an entire weekend, kay? Kay.

Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.

I hope I never become normal.

Normal, to me, is having that thought/action brain barrier that will whisper, No, don't do that! What will the neighbors think? and you actually listening to it. Normal is never having that wildly inappropriate thought in the first place. Normal is not speaking the truth, because it might offend someone. Normal is just trying to get by, no waves and no red flags, thank you.

And, hey. I'm sure it works for some people. But I hope and pray to all kinds of questionable deities that I will never be one of them.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Don't Blink)
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.

To tell the truth, I just hope that I don't settle.

I'm not ruling out a white picket fence and 2.5 rugrats, because that's just tempting fate, but it's not what I really want, right now. What I really want from my life is to be free from unnecessary fetters and the urge to just take the easy path. I want to go the hard way, the way that may end up making me broken, bitter, and poor. I want to see things and do things that everyone is afraid of, because I might just learn something. I want to make waves and kick sand in the face of convention. I want to go as many places as I can and learn as much as I can, because to do anything else is to break down and give up. I want to make a difference by being different.

Basically, I want to hitch a ride on the TARDIS.

...

Nov. 6th, 2010 02:16 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (It was more fun in hell)
Day 04 → Something for which you need to forgive someone else.

... Nah.

I have a lot of people who I do not like for how they've treated me, and as far as I'm concerned, they can go to hell. I've forgiven the people I think are worth it and the rest can just deal.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Fix Cars and Kiss Girls)
Day 03 → Something for which you need to forgive yourself.

I am in the process of forgiving myself for my childhood. I was a brat, plain and simple, and it is only now that I can look back and realize why I acted that way.

When I was younger, I was very energetic but didn't have a lot of social skills beyond the rough-and-tumble 'use your fists to settle your problems' approach I learned from my siblings and my male friends. I practically flunked elementary school and got in arguments with my teachers. A kid like me, today, would probably be diagnosed with oppositional-defiance and dosed to the gills just so their caregivers could deal with them.

But I realize now that my real issue was that I was pretty smart for my age and I had no one who really got that. I didn't learn how to read until I was almost six; not because I was dumb, but because the reading material they gave me was so mind-numbingly boring, I didn't want anything to do with it. I called out my kindergarten teacher, in the middle of class, because she was teaching us that a bat was a bird, which I knew was wrong. I even went to the school library to find a book that would prove it. Yeah, you can bet that I was the class favorite after that little episode.

When I was ten, I shocked my parents and teachers alike when I told them that I wanted to enter the Gifted program in school. One teacher informed me that if I wasn't in the program already, it was because I didn't belong in it. But I insisted, and the school humored me and had me tested. My mother told me, later, that the man administering the test was amazed that I hadn't been tested before, because I was clearly qualified.

So I was placed in gifted classes and met my peer group for the very first time and made my first real friends. And then, somewhere in there, I actually managed to grow into a reasonable human being.

I know now that I was yet another child left behind, but its hard to look my old acquaintances and teachers in the eye, knowing that they had to deal with my bitch-ass. But I also know that, in a lot of ways, my behavior stemmed from frustration and resentment of the 'talking down' attitude of the people around me. So I'm transitioning from the horrified, "Why did I do that?!" to, "You know, that could have been avoided if someone paid attention."

And then there's just the fact that kids are a pain in the ass and the people who have to deal with them deserve sainthood.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Boom)
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.

Hunh. See, this one's hard.

I like myself. I like my personality. I have always been 'that weird kid', because of my upbringing and my natural personality. I very quickly realized that I was not going to fit into society's mold of propriety, so I did not try. And in doing so, I accidentally became the person I'd always secretly hoped to be: the one your parents warned you about.

I'm loud, I'm crass, I have no manners. I don't give a damn about the holes in my jeans or the fact that my hair stands on end. I act like an idiot and I don't care if people think I have an IQ nearing room temperature. I jump in puddles and write graffiti on walls. I drive too fast, drink too much, and play my music too loud. I have piercings, I'm getting a tattoo, and I believe in premarital sex. I don't go to church and I break rules without a second thought, if I don't think there's a point to them. I have a sick, morbid sense of humor and a temper to match. I fight dirty and would probably lose, anyway.

In short, I'm a goddamn train wreck and try not to take myself too seriously.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Asexual)
Because even if I don't have the time or energy for NaNoWriMo, it doesn't mean I won't flistspam with the best of them.

The 30 Days of Truth Meme
brought to you by everything, everywhere


Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.

And let's start this off on a positive note, shall we?

I don't actually hate that much about myself. I try to locate and fix aspects of my personality or attitude that strike me as unproductive or useless. I've even come to accept the vast majority of my physical characteristics as something I can't really change, so why bother worrying?

I do, however, hate my breasts.

I am asexual, which means that I have no sexual desire for anyone or anything. But on top of that, I am not feminine. I have never felt like a girl and I have never felt compelled to act like one. I don't even like dressing like one. But I look very feminine, with all of the swoops and curves that people assure me is healthy for a woman like me. But I don't feel the way I look.

I feel like a sexless creature trapped in a curvy woman's body.

I do not feel masculine enough to believe that I am a man trapped in a woman's body. I don't feel like anything. There is no role model to compare myself to. I am just here, self-contained and content. But no matter what I do or how hard I try to hide them, my breasts just announce to anyone who has eyes, "I'm a girl! Treat me like one!"

People assume things about a big-breasted woman. They assume that your brains are inversely proportional to your cup size. They assume that you want attention. They assume that you're whoring yourself out to the eyes of the world because you're just a slut like that. And some of them even assume that, after they reach a certain size, breasts become public domain.

Having become mature enough to understand the power behind big-breasts, I'm sure I could learn to harness their might and even come to love their situational benefits. But I have no use for them, ever. They are just large, painful, attention-grabbing intrusions upon the rest of my life, and I hate them for it.

So, internet. I hate my boobs, and I fully intend on lopping them off, one of these days.



NOW GO WATCH THE KITTEN

zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Default)
::IS LATE TO THIS HERE PARTY::

30 Days of Writing Meme! Let's do this!

1. Tell us about your favorite writing project/universe that you've worked with and why.

Oh, Lordy, that would have to be my baby that I have come to call Sinners and Truck-Stop Coffee. I started it years ago and it is pretty much my most developed universe to date.
As the title suggests, its about sinners, namely people who have sold their souls to the devil. A one-armed woman who sold her soul at a young age is ordered by her demon overlord to secure and protect a young boy who is demonstrating astonishing demonic power at an extremely young age. There are poltergeists, evangelists, zombies, strippers, and things get lit on fire.

Believe it or not, I both created and wrote this story before I even saw a single episode of Supernatural, so imagine my surprise when someone had a similar idea. XD I still love my story and my characters, but the story is mostly written in my head and no place else.

Oh well...

D'aww.

Dec. 9th, 2009 10:55 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Dunkin Donuts)

There must be an angel playing with my zfreelance.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics:


AHAHAHA, I DOUBT THAT.

And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large roflcopter.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics:


ASLKFD

A little less dutch rudder, a little more action please.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics:


SOMEBODY STOP ME.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Shenanigans)
I slung my jaw out of joint eating Mini Wheaties. I can now only open my mouth fully if I press on the joint. idek.

Memes... )
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Chillin')
In which I waste monumental amounts of time. )
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Leaping Through the Fields)
What is the most physically painful thing you've ever experienced?:
Probably when I fell off the trampoline at 14, tearing the ACL and MCL in my left knee.
I'm not entirely sure, as I've had several other experiences that I don't remember correctly. But that one was the most dramatic.

Do you know any German words?:
Guten Tag, Guten Nacht, Ja, Nighn (sp?), Danke, Bitte... yeah.

Do you have a passport?:
I look like a terrorist in the fricken picture. I was sick when they took it.

What should the drinking age be?:
21, so long as our boys in the armed forces can continue to drink. If you are old enough to go to war and get shot at, you deserve a fricken beer. My contemporaries can shut up and wait.

Do you know anyone who everyone thinks is gay, but is not out?:
Am I a mind reader? No.

Are your teeth straight?:
I endured enough pain, I better have good teeth!

Vegtables: Better raw or cooked?:
Raw. I love raw veggies and will eat them by the ton.

Have you ever smoked?:
(I have ranted on this subject so bloody much, its not even funny.)
Yes, I have smoked. I do not any more as I chose not to spend money on the habit, but while I did, I enjoyed the experience for what it was. An experience that gave me perspective as a member of a group of social pariahs.

What is the best store to buy clothes?:
Consignment stores. You get the name brand for a literal fraction of the price. For real, guys. I wear Abercrombie jeans as we speak, and I paid maybe five dollars for them.

Are you on Facebook?:
Yes, and as a tool for keeping tabs on people you would normally lose track of, its a wonderful tool. But as an instant social networking system, it sucks and I hate it. Too much superficial communication makes me twitch.

Would you ever paint your house an unusual color?:
Hell yes! If you're my future neighbor, prepare to have your property value plummet!

Would you rather eat half a stick of butter or a bowl of ketchup?:
The butter. I despise ketchup.

Would you mind dating someone significantly shorter than you?:
Yes. Don't get offended, though. I wouldn't date anyone taller, either. They must be my exact height before I will even entertain the tinniest inkling of consideration of them as a potential mate.

Can you quote the movie "Mean Girls?":
Yes. One quote, as I have not and will not see the film: "He is almost too gay to function."

How sick and tired of Twilight are you?:
It's rather epic, how much I hate the concept.

What is your favorite movie?:
I have none. I have a list, but no one movie.
They are: Fight Club, The Big Easy, Angel Heart, Serenity, and Watchmen.

Have you seen the Statue of Liberty?:
From a distance.

What about the Effiel Tower?
Several times. I have climbed to the second story. That's right. Climbed.

Can you make yourself cry?:
Having never tried, I can only say maybe.

How much older is your best friend than you?:
-3 months.

Peanut butter or chocolate?:
Both, yo.

Have you ever held a starfish?:
Indeed.

Can you run a mile?:
I can, so long as I'm not too keen on the idea of being able to walk the next day.

What would happen if you suddenly lost 25 lbs?:
I would probably have a severe sugar crash and not be able to move until I gained them back. I'm not made to be skinny.

Can you do CPR?:
In theory. I'm not certified, even if I know the principles.

Do you live in the state you were born in?:
Nope. Far from it.

Would you rather live in Hawaii or Alaska?:
... Alaska.

What color are your eyes?:
Brown.

Don't you just hate biting your tongue?:
What, and you don't?

Could you use a haircut?:
I just had one, so I'm good for now.

Ice cream in a cup or a cone?:
A cone. Eating the cone is probably the best part.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Chillin')
[Error: unknown template qotd]The Enneagram test rated me as a Seven with a sexual subtype, meaning that I am a thrill seeker, constantly searching for the zest in life. But when bored, my ADD will kick in and I will wander off to find something more interesting.

Okay, I cheated. I kept getting a bloody Nine as a personality type, which I consider total bull, and worked around to being a Seven. Which, if you think about it, proves my point. A true Nine would have accepted their results without question. And, for lack of there being a self-serving-bitch category, I hereby declare myself a Seven. A lazy Seven, but a Seven nonetheless.

The test I took is here, the Wikipedia overview of the Enneagram of Personality test is here (which includes descriptions of generalized character traits of the results), and a more in-depth result analysis is found here.

I took this with a grain of salt, you guys, but as a tool for giving you a good idea of what to do next, this one is better than most.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Sunrise City)
2008, you're fired.
2009, you're hired!

And here are my New Years memes!

First Line of the First Post, The Monthly Edition! )


Long-Ass 2008 Meme )



'09, bitches. Bring it.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (TADAA!)
XD

01. Open Paint
02. Close your eyes.
03. Draw a cat.


Photobucket


PFT. LOLZ.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Leaping Through the Fields)
The "Be Pete Wentz" Poetry Meme:

01. Put your music player on shuffle.
02. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
03. And if you're me, shamelessly edit them.

In which I :AM: Pete Wentz )


01. Answer each of the questions below the cut using the [Flickr] search engine.
02. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
03. Copy the URL of your favorite photos [here].
04. Then share with the world.

[here we go...] )

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