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November 21, 2011, 2:31 PM

Title: This sucks something fierce

Date: November 21, 2011

Time: 2:31 PM

Subjects: What is going on

This…this is going to suck to say. That’s all I have to say about this. And this will had a rant about womans time.

I am sick. To be precise, I have a damn cold that is sucking the fucking life out of me. I haven’t been able to really sleep in the last few days and it’s taking its toll on me and I’m about to actually take cold medicine if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m taking Midol on top of that.

I haven’t had a proper fucking period on top of that for the last 3 months. No, I’m not preggy! I just stopped taking my birth control pills because I was messing up on it. Now that I’m actually having a damn period, I’m a hormonal mess to say the least.

I’m up, down, left, right and fucking sideways. It’s starting to drag me down in a way that no period should drag a person down. It doesn’t help that I had a cramp, a cramp, drag me down to my fucking knees last night. It was a bitch and a half and I had to crawl to my recliner with my ice pack.

And of course, I’m trying not to insult anybody. Which is amazingly hard when all you want to do is tear a persons head off.

On top of that, I’m starting to feel all het’ed out in RPs. Which is a bad thing considering I have a single het rp going with the lovely Xanny. *sighs* I just…I’m just tired I guess. I think I’m going to just ignore most people for the moment, play a bit of with Xanny tomorrow while at class and just write for the week, for the most part.

Jewelry for Sale Over $10

Turquoise Black bead - 13 Dollars Plus sending tax (somewhere between 2 to 8 dollars)

Tuquoise Cross - 14 dollars plus tax (3 to 8 dollars to send)

Turquoise Necklace - 12 dollars (plus 2 to 8 dollars to send)

Gold and Turquoise necklace - 12 dollars (2 to 8 dollars to send)
-Gold parts are butterfly's

Turqoise Stones - 14 dollars (2 to 8 dollars to send)

Ugh...

First of all: I am in a happy world where ramen is cheap and I have a nice pile sitting in my kitchen. I just had some since I don't have any actual...soup. Seriously. No soup at all. Anyways!

1) I should be forbidden from starting stories. I should. Why? Because I have several stories in the works...and I started plotting for another one! This one a Naruto fic that begged me to write it. Naruto as a desk jockey. The bunny kinda spawned after I read a one shot where you got a deeper insight to their world. It's not based off of it but off the idea that there is more to those nins who work the mission desks and the such.

2) I am tired. So very tired. I haven't been sleeping very well due to my nose not being as open as it should be. Which sucks nuts.

3) I have a new printer! Kodak printer actually. 70 dollars for the printer, which included a black ink cartridge and a color ink cartridge, then another 20 for a second set of ink cartridges and paper. I also got a new mouse since my last one was rolling over and doing the death twitch on me. I like my new mouse. Next month I spend 10 bucks on a new keyboard so I can stop taking apart my current one and making sure my backspace is still in place.

A note on setting up the Kodak printers: if you're gonna use a hard line to connect it to your computer instead of the wifi ability that it has, make sure you have 5 minutes for the computer to read said hard line. Seriously. When you're setting the damn thing up, wait 5 minutes before doing the last step in trying to detect the damn printer.

Took me three hours to get it all set and up and happy.

4) Life should take a flying leap, really.

5) I am down to one last Tales of a Broken Society story that I had written a while ago. Finally. Once I finish typing it up, I plan on posting new chapters of Finding a Bit of Trust and A Shifting of Life in an alternating posting schedule. I think. Depends on how things go in the long run.

6) I'm still working on various Bits and Pieces, still working on the requests. People, this shit takes me time, especially since I'm working on editing other stories that I have sitting here, looking pretty and waiting for me. Especially since I had to go back over all 11 written chapters of Finding a Bit of Trust just to smooth out inconsistencies of the story. I hope that I don't have to do this with A Shifting of Life. That would annoy me.

7) A note on my writing style: i can read long ass chapters, but only to a point. Alas, for me, I don't write chapters so much as I write scenes. They are, as much as I possibly can do so, under 1,000 words. Why am I like this? Well, it's more of a personal thing. I can write long ass chapters but that would take me a shit load of time and I don't want to be doing that to my readers. So deal with the scenes people. Otherwise, you ain't getting shit.

8) Mom also picked up a movie, a late birthday gift. Way late considering my birthday is in March here people. I now own 1408. Twisted movie. But I like.

9) I have several other stories stewing in my mind that I must try to ignore. I said try. It might not last. 

Thoughts.

So, this is rather random since in the last month or so, I've written somewhere around 16,155 words, by hand. My wrist can attest to this. People...this is my mind telling me to think about things.

1) I...plot a bit to much for my muses happiness when I'm online and talking with friends. T.T They are making it hard for me to plot. Bitches.

2) I really, really need to write things. Edit things to death to. This means, that when I'm not editing, I will be writing for about an hour everyday. I never really know when I will be writing, but I will be doing it.

3) I will also be typing up my stories that I have written. I need to. They're behind.

4) I will be writing and posting ALL of my Bits and Pieces as I get through them. I promise. After that, I will occasionally take a request. If I don't take it, don't be insulted. I'm just a bit busy and trying to get ahead.

5) The only thing that will be posted every week will be Crimson Shadows and my Bits and Pieces stories. Finding a Bit of Trust and A Shifting of Life will be posted every two weeks until I actually finish them. When that happens, they will be posted ever week.

6) I will not post any story until I'm complete with them. Seriously. I will hand write them if I have to, but damn it! I hate making my people wait for my posts!

7) I...really, really need to work on A Butterfly's Dream. Really. Along with A Butterfly's Dance and A Butterfly's Flight...oh and Merry Fucking Christmas. Along with a new supernatural yakuza bunny that is nomming my brain. I've already started the damn Bleach AU that spawned that bunny!

8) I really have very active muses. And they need to shove it up their asses.

9) Need to RP more often. Going to do that now. :3

Gallbladder Stones

Okay, so yesterday, Sunday morning at 2 or so, my body decided to do it's thing. My back and side was, once more, screaming and making me sick.

Except this time...I know what the fuck is wrong with me!

Yeah, I called 911 (again), went to the nice ER, got a nice IV stuck in my hand (which hurt), was placed in a room with a nice bed (not that I could enjoy the damn thing), and a bag of sailine being shoved into my body because I was nauseous like you wouldn't believe. *gags*

Around 4 that morning I was sent off to get an X-Ray and following that at 6, I was sent off to get an ultrasound. Which...by the by, it hurt liked a bitch. Getting a frickin' wand thing shoved into your side is not what I call fun! I was ready to gut (or denut) the poor tech by the end.

I urked in the hall. Nasty shit.

Then I went and...went back to my room where I spent until about 9 writing and not feeling much.

Got told I have gallbladder stones.

Great. Surgery.

Lovely.

Gallbladder Stones
Gallstones

Screaming Skulls

Title: Essays for My Muses

Chapter: 2

Subject: Screaming Skulls

Word count: 1,791

AN: People, don’t let the name of the haunting put you off. It’s a haunting connected to skulls. That’s it.

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Finishing with her reading, Sunny looked at Cherry who was staring at her with wide eyes. Tilting her head to the side, the young woman blinked at her muse and shifted uncomfortably, not used to being the focus of such attention from someone.

“What?” she finally snapped, knocking Cherry from his thoughts.

“Nothing. I just didn’t know that boring articles could be turned into something so interesting,” Cherry replied, blushing lightly as he sat up and crossed his legs on Sunny’s bed, tail flicking lightly as his ears twitched lightly. “So, that’s the Axe Man of New Orleans story huh?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, like I said, the story and facts have become muddled, not really clear on shit. It really kinda sucks really since it is such an interesting case but the details aren’t…clear I suppose you can say,” Sunny replied, putting her binder to the side and stretching slowly, eyeing the cat. “Do you mind disappearing so I can go take a hot bath and relax my back?” she asked finally, who jerked lightly.

“Yeah, no problem. I want to mull over the information anyways,” Cherry replied, waving before disappearing from the bed. Sunny shook her head and stood up from her desk chair. Gathering a book, she padded into her bathroom, closing the door behind her. She was going to relax after working so damn hard on the stupid research.

And she had barely started.

The groan she let loose echoed lightly in her bathroom followed by the sound of rushing water. Light snickering echoed in her bedroom, going unnoticed by the writer who was more intent on her bath.

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The next day found Sunny lounging in her bed after going food shopping and killing herself trying to get everything put away once she had gotten home.

She hated Wal-Mart.

It was so spread out that just to get her cold stuff last she had to walk towards one end of the store before heading towards the electronics to get her bread, before heading back down the same path to get everything else! It was annoying and killer on her rather sore ankle.

She was contemplating a hot bath or an ice pack when Cherry dropped down next to her and started playing with a bit of his hair.

“Can I help you pussy cat?” she drawled, not moving from her spot as she continued to watch his television. Something was on about the dead and it fascinated him to a point. Stretching out her leg, she hissed as her ankle protested quietly.

“You have another story to tell me?” Cherry cooed softly, petting Sunnys’ hair with his long fingers, watching the contrast between brown hair and purple claws.

“Yes. Hand me my binders. I can tell you about the Screaming Skulls this time,” she hummed, pointing at her binder on the desk. Cherry shifted onto his knees and leant over Sunny, reaching over and grabbing said item. Shifting Cherrys’ hair out of her face, she continued to watch the show as the cat sat back with a bounce. Taking the binder, Sunny sighed and sat up, flipping the item open. “Okay, the screaming skulls. They usually including hauntings of some kind when said skulls are moved, but we’ll get into that in a bit,” she started, finding the page he wanted. Cherry settled in for another interesting story.

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What would you do if you expressed a wish to be buried in the walls of your home and you weren’t?

Would you come back from the dead to cause havoc and make your wishes to be followed through?

That is what several people did after they died and their remains were removed from their homes. A majority of the tales came from England, and belong to the victims of religious prosecution during the Reformation started by King Henry VIII, or Oliver Cromwell’s Rounheads during the English Civil War or from vicious murders where they lost their heads.

They all share the singular want of being buried within the walls of their homes. Otherwise they would come back and cause havoc until their wishes were met. When the wishes weren’t met, the hauntings started. The experiences usually included strange happenings, bangs, crashes, moans and other paranormal experiences.

The most famous skulls through history are the Wardly skull, the Bettiscombe skull, the Burton Agnes skull and the Tunstead Farm skull.

The first story starts in Wardly Hall near Manchester, England. With this skull there are two stories that are associated with it, one more likely to have happened and one that is more than likely a tall tale. It dates back to the reign of Edward VI.

The first story includes a man named Roger Downes and a vow made while he was drunk. The vow was that he would kill the first person who walked through the door; a tailor walked through said door and Downes attacked, killing him. He was set free due to his influence with the courts.

His freedom didn’t last long when he once more became drunk and attacked a night watch man. The night watch man fought back and cut his head off during the fight. The head of Downes was sent back, and at a later date the skull was placed in an aperture in a wall above the main staircase.

This story is more likely to be a tall tale due to the fact that the only Roger Downes was buried with his head still attached to his body.

It is more likely to be the head of Dom Edward Ambrose Barlow.

Another person in this legend was a man named Francis Downes, and he owned the home with his wife before the English Civil war. They were both devout Catholics and allowed Mass to be held in the Hall’s chapel.

Barlow had been a Benedictine monk during his life and had eluded arrest for 24 years until Easter Sunday in 1641 when he was caught. He was condemned to be hanged and drawn and quartered before his head was impaled either at Manchester Church or Lancaster Castle.

Downes supposedly then removed the head in secret and took it back to Wardley where he hid it and where it became lost until the mid-18th century. At that time a man named Matthew Moreton owned Wardley and was the one who found the skull in a box that had fallen from a ruined wall. A servant, thinking it was the skull of an animal, tossed it into a moat. A storm struck that night and Moreton hypothesized it was because the skull wasn’t there anymore.

The moat was drained the next day and the skull retrieved.

The Bettiscombe skull resides some where near Lyme Regis, Dorset, England. A local legend surrounds this skull, even when one Professor Gilber Causey of Royal College of Surgeons stated that the skull was that of a prehistoric woman in her early twenties. She’s thought to have been a sacrifice to bring luck and prosperity to an earlier home.

The skull is still there, just in case it isn’t.

The legend itself about this skull starts out with a slave who lived in the 17th century and served a man named Azariah Piney.

When he was on his deathbed, he requested that he be buried in his homeland otherwise he would not rest and would haunt Bettiscombe. His request was not fulfilled and he was buried in the graveyard. Soon after, screaming started to come from the grave area while unexplained noises came from the farmhouse.

The body was dug up and reburied, only for the screams and noises to restart quickly afterwards. This happened so often that the skeleton was finally lost and the skull was stuck on the winding staircase leading up to the roof of the house.

The Burton Agnes skull also has a rather interesting name and history associated with it.

Ann Griffith was one of three sisters that had been part of the family that had built the home in Yorkshire in 1598.

One night, highway robbers attacked her on a road near her home and when she refused to give over her mothers ring, she was beaten and left for dead. Villagers heard her cries as she was attacked and took her home where she lingered for five days. During those five days she made it known that she wanted to be buried in the walls of her home, which was called Burton Agnes.

Her last wish was ignored and she was buried near Norman church on the grounds. Strange noises started to be heard soon after, coming from under the house. Her sisters thought it was Ann wanting to come home.

When the coffin was finally unburied they got a surprise in the form of her body being completely intact while her head had come off, the skull grinning up at them. The priest then told them to take the skull and take it to the home, and it was there that it stayed until the Boynton family inherited the home and removed the skull.

Ann once more made her wishes well known and didn’t stop until the skull was placed onto a table in the hall. After the house passed to someone new, the skull was bricked up behind some paneling and still hasn’t been found.

Ann still comes around in her ghostly form around her death anniversary.

The Tunstead farm skull is deformed but well known as ‘Dickie’. In the room that it’s kept there are some well known legends attached to it.

One such legend says a girl was killed and her skull was kept, while another says that Ned Dixon, ancestor of the family, was killed there. The house itself has a ghost of a woman haunting it, who appeared to warn the tenants of their daughters’ death in the 19th century.

Dickie itself is said to be a supernatural or other worldly guardian of the home; noises and knocks are said to happen when strangers are approaching the house. The help have fled before when disturbances have gotten really bad. Birth and deaths of animals have been announced with sounds while deaths are warned of.

Like all other skulls, it hates relocation and makes its opinion well known. The one time it was stolen, it raised a racket at its home and where it was located until it was returned to the home. The same thing happened when it was buried in holy ground.

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“Wow,” Cherry hummed, watching Sunny flip through her pages before settling on a new page.

“Yeah, seriously. I suppose I can read you another one if you want,” Sunny offered, raising an eyebrow at the cat who sat up looking interested.