Down the Rabbit Hole

crazywriterchic — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 23:20:26 GMT

Sorry to all the Twilight fans out there, but I just had to share this post, if you haven't seen it already.

community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/48385596.html

To be honest, though, I haven't even read or seen Twilight. It just doesn't really appeal to me outside of wanting to know what all the hype is about. It's just that, once you've read grown-up vampire novels, I don't really want to go back to blah-teen-angst. For those of you who never were into sci-fantacy or horror before Twilight, I'm glad that it's opened up the genre the way HP did for fantacy. Now I beg you--GO PICK UP A LAURELL K. HAMILTON BOOK!!!!!! You will not regret it. There's a sexy-smexy vampire, real villains, real blood and gore, and a whole lot better vampire mythology. Like, a real one. That makes sense and is consistant rather than convenient.

Mother Day

crazywriterchic — Sun, 09 May 2010 13:16:00 GMT

I wanted to thank everyone for their support when my grandma died. It was comforting to hear all of your condolences. It's been a few months, so the pain isn't as new. But when my mom suggested that we go visit both grandma's today for Mother's Day, for a minute I forgot. Then I realized that she meant going to visit the graveyard. I didn't cry of anything, it just surprised me. I'd forgotten for a second.

Anyway, for those of you who are mom's, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! And for the rest of you, I hope you all go tell your moms that you love them and how you appriciate how much they've done for you over the years. My mom is one of the most amazing women in the world, and I cannot imagine where I'd be without her. (Besides non-existant :D) She puts up with drama, hypochondria, whining, and hauling my non-driving ass around on the weekends. She deserves diamonds, but since I can't afford diamonds, I'm baking her cookies.

And to all of the women who have influenced my life (Gail, you too!) I'm blessed for having known you and for having your care.

Only 2 Sure Things

crazywriterchic — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 02:44:28 GMT

Dude.

Taxes.

T__T

That's all i'm saying.

crazywriterchic — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 01:49:26 GMT

Did I mention that 2010 is the Year of Crap?

My grandmother died on Wednesday. The funeral is Monday.

The weird thing is (and for those of you who don't have an active belief in any sort of afterlife, this will seem really weird) I think she's okay now. I mean, there she was, in Kroger's (grocery store here in Cincy, OH), and then she was hit by a sudden pain, a WTF moment, then boom, she's standing outside her body going, "Huh..." in a Mal Reynolds-type fashion. No more bills to pay (and we didn't know until my Dad and Aunt started going through her paperwork trying to sort things out on Wednesday afternoon that she'd taken out a loan that she was trying to repay and had several credit card bills they didn't know about, not to mention that she'd had to cancel part of her life insurance because she couldn't afford it anymore) and no more worry over...anything else.

I think my Grandpa was there to meet her. He was so handsome when he was young. I've seen their wedding picture, and seriously... he was movie-star handsome. I think he was young and sober and waiting for her. At least I hope so. And her sister, my Great Aunt Marleen who everyone called Bubbles was there, too. She died when I was in 5th grade. And my Aunt Debbie who died of lukemia when she was only 13...my dad was 9. I'm sure she was there. And my Great-Grandma. She'd be waiting too. So it's just us left behind that are unhappy and dealing with this. (My aunt and my cousin Stephen are taking this the hardest. My grandma lived with them since my grandpa died almost 10 years ago, and even before that, she practically helped my aunt raise Stephen when his dad left.)

Anyway, I think she's okay. I think she can relax now and be happy. Until next time around. Hopefully she takes a nice long break between incarnations, though. I don't think she was very happy in this one. She needs a little R&R before heading back into the fray.

crazywriterchic — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 15:45:45 GMT

2010 already seems to be the Year of Poo, not just in the world, but personally. I've had family members in and out of the hospital in the last 3 weeks, though thankfully nothing serious. I discovered I have bedbugs, and let me tell you how icky and loathsome this exeriance is turning out to be. EW! Plus Haiti and surely a bunch of other things I'm frankly too insular to know about.

*sigh*

I'm beginning to think 2012 might actually be the end of the world as we know it. Come let's all break into REM, shall we?

It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's the end)
It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's the end)
And I feel fine!

Oh, it is love...

crazywriterchic — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 02:07:17 GMT

I want you to know, that as of tonights episode of Dollhouse...

I AM IN LOVE WITH TOPHER BRINK!!!

Music is Love

crazywriterchic — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 01:17:13 GMT

I have ganked 3 Whedon-inspired fan-mixes from curi_o . You can find them, and some more lovely mixes she made, here: http://curi-o.livejournal.com/50693.html

I LOVE YOU!!!!!

crazywriterchic — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 15:44:17 GMT

Okay, so I've been a huge lazy-ass lately! LOL! I know, I know, I'm sorries! I haven't posted in forever, but I just feel like...belgh! What's been going on in my life that's so exciting? You know? I get up, I go to work, (I think I'm getting carpal in my wrist, elbow, and shoulder--or tendinitis, whatever, cuz they alternately hurt and feel tingly numb. We don't have arm rests on our chairs, and our desks are situated funny so my right arm--dominant hand, and all--is constantly hanging off my shoulder very unhealthfully and...ow.), I then come home, occasionally watch some boob-tube, read, read on ff.net, and go to beddies just so I can get up and do it again. I don't DO anything. I have no car, and the Cincy metro is kinda the suck in terms of routes and destinations. Plus...I IS ALL ALOOOOONE!!!! My peeps have all left me and gotten real lives. (Not that I blame y'alls. I just...am lonely. I don't make friends easily, not real ones, and don't get me wrong, I like my solitude, but I miss you guys who used to be here.

Which is a nice segue into this little bit of me-ness: I'm thinking of joining Geek2Geek, that internet dating, chat place for, well, geeks, obviuosly. I mean, where else am I going to find someone who gets the reference "If you can't run, you crawl, and if you can't do that, you find someone to carry you"? Or who knows how to read manga correctly, and understands Buffy references, and won't think I'm a total freak if I squee about fanfiction and icons and wallpapers featuring my ship-of-the-year? And, even better, someone who won't think it's weird when I crack out my tarot cards and do a quick celtic cross or when I HAVE to stop in the bookstore before I leave the mall and spend an hour and a half ogling the pretties.

See, the problem with me, I'll admit, is that I'm a hypocrite. Let me explain: I'm rather chubby. I'd call myself fat, though there are definitely those who are larger than me. I'm also not particularly pretty. I clean up okay, and I'm even...cute, I guess, when I put my mind to it. But my face is kind of squished together (true-- I had someone at Lenscrafters a few years ago helping me pick out new frames and she mentioned that my facial features were all centered very close together) and plus with the extra poundage, I'm not classically pretty. It's not low self-esteem, it's owning a mirror and knowing what I look like. But...I like hot guys. I'd like someone who's interested in me to be thinnish and handsome. Well kept, well groomed, and yummy. And those guys??? Are never going to look twice at me. I know this. It's an evolutionary perogative--good-looking people end up with good-looking people, the smart to the smart, the wealthy with the wealthy...like attacts like in all things except physics. But when some...troll gives me what he clearly thinks is a charming smirk (usually just creepy) and says (INVARIABLY! EVERY FRIGGIN' TIME!!!) "Hey, baby, what's yo' name?" (Uh, Not Interested.) all I can think is, why do cute guys never flirt with me.

See? Hypocrite.

Also, snob. I know. It's a failing, but I'm not sure it's one I'm willing to give up. I mean, is it snobbery or standards? Probably a bit of both.

Okay, I've burdened you all with my pathos enough for one post. As always, I'll try to update more often. LOVE YOU ALL!
CWC

Mama Mia!

crazywriterchic — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 22:30:07 GMT

Took me all bloody week to post this, but YAY! I took my sister to see Mama Mia! (stage show) on Saturday last. It was so fun. We got all dolled up and went downtown to catch an afternoon matinee, then caught the bus back to my humble abode. We went to the College Hill Coffee Company for dinner, then watched Dodgeball. (Then, unfortunately, I had the mother of all sinus headaches thanks to the bloody soggy weather we had that day) so I had to go to bed. She slept over on the floor. And scared the crap out of me in the middle of the night when she got up to go to the bathroom. Sheesh! 'Bout gave her sissy a heart attack!

The show was awesome! I'd seen the movie before, and it follows the stage version very closely. There were a few differences, obviously, but it was truly adorable. The curtain call took forever, but it was fun. Everybody in the theater was up and dancing at the end. It was a lot of fun! I think Kate had a lot of fun, but she's not very communicative. But she said she had fun. And so did I. :D

Meme

crazywriterchic — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 13:46:30 GMT

totally stole from Toxic Corn!

1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother & father's middle name): Christina James
2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad & father's dad): Al Robert
3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name): Blaca
4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal): Burgundy Dragon (shut up! It is a real animal!)
5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born): Elizabeth Clifton (It's part of Cincy! And it sounds better)
6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning): The Green Mojito (...*!snort!*)
7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name): Cack (to quote Toxinc "...the fuck?")
8. GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie): Mint Chip Sandies (it frightens me that that sounds almost possible)
9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pets name, current street name): Cloe Hamilton (had to use sister's pet, but still, cool!)
10. STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume/cologne, fav candy): Sweet Honesty Twizzlers (homydeargods!!!!!)

BEWARE OF "FREE TRIALS"

crazywriterchic — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 00:50:52 GMT

Nothing is ever free. Remember that.

I'm sure you guys have seen the banners and web ads for the Rachel Ray, "as seen on CNN", Acai Berry diet coupled with the colonic supplements. It's the one with the fresh-faced blonde with glasses. Out of curiosity and no little amount of annoyance when yet another pair of jeans didn't quite button, I clicked on the ad, read the real life shpeal of the perky blonde, and decided--hell, it's a free trial. It if doesn't work, I'm out a couple bucks shipping and handling, and what's that compared to a pair of cute jeans I bought in August not fitting me in February? It's not like I was expecting miracles. I'm on the dumpy side of curvey, and my goal weight is 140; in my wildest dreams I'm a size 8, but I was pretty much hoping for a size 10 or even a consistant size 12 would be better than jumping between 14 and 16. So, I get the free trials of both.

Now, here's what they don't tell you. You're not just signing up for the free trail, you're signing up for membership, and when you give them your credit card number, they retain it in their system. This week I was contacted by my credit union, where I get my debit/credit card through, with two charges of over $75 dollars each to Acai Berry and Colon Medic. I had no idea where they came from, as I'm not done with my free trail yet, and I certainly did not order more of either. They just sent me stuff and billed me. Surprise!

So, life lesson learned. I've canceled both accounts and am trying to get a refund, but not holding my breath. For anyone who might be tempted to be as gullible as I was---DON'T FALL FOR FREE TRIALS!!!

independence!

crazywriterchic — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 18:58:57 GMT

I am now, officially, in my new apartment!!!!!

I've been here a week today. The move was tiring, of course, and I think my Dad was about to disown me at one point, LOL! But most of my stuff is put a way, and I have things mostly where I want them. I still need at least one more lamp for my living room since there's no over-head light in that room, and I need a table in my dining room. Yeah, that room is pretty much bare at this point.... But my kitchen is all in order, and so is my bathroom. I'm getting used to all the noises and quirks of the place, and I'm sleeping more-or-less through the night. The only thing that seems to be consistantly waking me up is temperature change. I'm on radiator heat, so when the water is on, it gets warm fast. When it's off, it gets chilly. So during the night, the heat will turn on and I'll get hot and kick off my blankets, then when it turns off, I get cold and wake up to pull them back on. But that's not so horrible. There's no air conditioning (the building is at least 80 years old) so we'll see how I do in the summer, huh?

I'm so ridiculously happy, though! Being on my own has, so far, been good for me. Relaxing, and quiet and freeing.

Happy Winter Holiday

crazywriterchic — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 17:27:56 GMT

To everyone who celebrates anything in the month of December, Happy Winter Holiday! I hope everyone had a peaceful day/week/fortnight of their choice. And, if you get presents, then I hope you got what you wanted.

It was a good Christmas Eve for me, which, in my family, is when the true festivities are held. Two of my cousins are pregnant, so it was a night of pregnacy stories, baby names, and general squealing. (A little bittersweet for me.) Plus, there were lots of cookies (I am such a cow!) and fudge and, of course, the inevitable family stories. Now that's always fun, although a bit of a broken record. Still, very funny. I feel sorry for the new additions to the family (the in-flux of in-laws we've gotten the last year and a half) who have to get used to the combined Lenzer-Knapke brand of insanity. We're pretty odd.

How was your holiday?

Long lost crushes should sometimes stay lost...and sometimes not

crazywriterchic — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 01:57:43 GMT

Tonight was my sister's first school band concert. She started the clarinet in October, and by the middle of December, she can play a passable "Good King Wensecslause". Brava for her.

And who should be at said 6th grade band concert than the guy I had the most violent crush on at the end of high school. He was accompanying another alum, Callie, who had a younger sibling in the middle school band. I can assume they're dating. Neither came out and said so, but he did mention that he'd been dragged along by her.

The attraction was still there. He is not classically handsome by any means, but he is one of those people who, the more you are around him, the more attractive he becomes. And he has the greenest eyes of anyone I've ever met. Wicked sense of humor. Enjoys pointing out the obvious.

But I'm wondering if the hurt I'm feeling is more my obsessing over it--quite possible, as it didn't hurt this bad upon first realization--or if there is part of me that is still crushing on him. Hell, I think he was the closest I ever came to first love. I still regret not making a move when I had the chance. So now I sit alone and lonely, poking at this thing like a cancker sore or a mostly (but not quite completely) healed scab. All I'm doing is making it worse.

"I want, I want," I keep thinking. No more "wants". I'm done. I lost my chance. Somewhere out there I'll find the person I'm right for and who is right for me. Hopefully. But, damnit, I'm 23, I've never had a boyfriend, and I'm fucking lonely. He or she better get here quick or I'm taking the veil!

crazywriterchic — Sat, 13 Dec 2008 20:56:48 GMT

The last two weekends I've been buying supplies for moving out. (*SQUEE*) Today I bought a broom and dustpan, a coffee maker, a toaster, a cookie sheet, a toilet bowl brush, a baking pan, two mixing bowls, a shower curtin, some washcloths, and a paring knife! Last weekend I bought a shower liner, a bathroom rug, two pans, a skillet, three towels, a plunger, and a can opener!

I know it's silly, but I love them all! Why? Cuz they're MIIIIIIINE!!!!!!

I am so excited about finally moving out, though it will mean giving up the internet for a while. I'm not sure how bad the bills will be, so it will be a while before I try to get hooked up. Luckily, my apartment is right over a coffee shop that offers free wi-fi, so on the weekends I can go down, snag lunch or just some java, and hook up to the internet. Woot!

My poor mom, though. She's freaking out a little--her first baby moving away from home. A whole 5 minutes from home. Seriously, it's not that far away. But she's dealing. She worries. Seriously, she's the best there is, so I can't complain.

BTW/FYI/PS
In case anybody else has those icky bugs in their basement that look like some freakish mutation between a cricket and a spider, I did some research, cuz we have them too. They are crickets, not spiders. They don't bite or sting. They eat mold and mildew and like cool dark places--thus, basements and garages. They do also eat fibers, so that means clothes and books. They leave holes that look like moth holes. Also, cats apparently are quite fond of chasing and eating them. Of course, so are mice and rats, so one infestation can lead to another.

So, in case you wanted to know, there you go. Not as scary when you know they're crickets, even though they are disgusting and creepy!

crazywriterchic — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 23:08:57 GMT

Am I insane?!?!?!?!?!?

Am I smoking crack?!?!?!?!

Tell me the truth: "Ludicrousy"--it's a word, no? I might not be spelling it right, but it's a real word! As in, "That is sheer ludicrousy!" or "That statement was blatant ludicrousy."

I'm right, right? I'm not crazy?

If I'm not spelling it right, could someone tell me how to spell it? My spell-check is angry at me, and I can't find it in any dictionary I look in.

I'm not crazy. I swear I'm not.

Life Update

crazywriterchic — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 23:24:50 GMT

Wow, it's been insanely long since I updated. So, what's new?

1. Have job. Making decent money, more or less. Tedious, but hey, it's work, right?
2. Working on first possible publiciable work with

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Wow, it's been insanely long since I updated. So, what's new?

1. Have job. Making decent money, more or less. Tedious, but hey, it's work, right?
2. Working on first possible publiciable work with <lj-user="felsong">. May have totally dominated the fictional world, as I have many more ideas than I have shared with Fel... >P
3. Have been accepted to lease first apartment!!!!! I move the first weekend of January. It will undoubtably snow and be disgusting that weekend, but I seriously need to move out. It's so pretty! 4 rooms--5 if you count the bathroom. One bedroom, cuz hello, there's just me. Cats and small animals allowed. Need to go find a fluffy, purring friend.
4. Dyed my hair last night. It is now a pretty black-cherry color.

Not much else. How are all of you?

crazywriterchic — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 21:27:57 GMT

It's been more than a month since my last post. Bad me. I dont even have an excuse this time. I could blame my sister (stupid, Disney Channel-watching...getting me all involved in silly teen dramadies that manage to hit all my shipper buttons... but seriously! Derek and Casey are the Canadian, teen versions of River and Jayne, only without the spaceships and guns and government conspiricies and age difference and crazy, mind-reading ability...but otherwise, it's so them, and I love the angst and competition and the hatred and loathing that's just waiting to tip over into undying love and unquenchable lust. It's a sickness... I know.</b>) but really, it's my fault. I've just been so lazy lately. I keep occassionally working on projects, but mostly I just read fic and go to sleep.

I did get the job at the law firm. My job is to withdraw any forclosure sales that take place in Ohio. All 80 counties. Luckily I don't have to deal with Kentucky, though. More counties to deal with. Thanks, 80 is enough, and there are a couple up north that just make the process difficult. They're so persnickety! And it never ceases to amaze me how tiring it is to sit in front of a computer all day.

On the bright side, I get a regular paycheck--weekly, while still going through the staffing agency--and when/if they decide to hire me on full time, then I'll get paid bi-weekly. I'm saving up for an apartment. I already have the complex I hope to find a vacancy in picked out. It's the Tudor Court Apartments--although after reading some of the former resident reviews, maybe not. Perhaps the Roanoke would be the better choise, if they have an opening.

crazywriterchic — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:50:36 GMT

Welp, had my job interview today at Lerner, Sampson, and Rothfuss, attorneys at law. There was a bus issue--my fault; I was reading the wrong day on the schedual--saturday, not Monday-Friday (GRAAAAA!) But I got it straightened out, had my interview, and I was asked back for a second interview on Thrusday! Woot! This one's at 9AM. I usually have better luck in the mornings, so that's good.

I may actually be working by next week! Woot!

Picture

crazywriterchic — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 22:44:04 GMT

I wanted to show off this wallpaper I made. The original picture was one I took last year at Blarney Castle in Ireland. I tweaked it in Photoshop to make it look like a night scene. The fireflies I found on the internet, cropped out the backgrounds, and plopped into the picture with diffused smaller lights all around for depth.

And the little fairy girl is my sister! She let me dress her up and take a bunch of pictures of her. They look completely awesome, and she fits so well here.

GAAAAHHH!!! I CAN'T LIE!!!

crazywriterchic — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 19:51:17 GMT

I blame my parents. If they hadn't raised me to be such a good person, I wouldn't be in this position. But nooooo! They had to raise me so that my first impulse, when asked a question, is to tell the truth. Since when did telling the truth ever do anyone any good?

And puppies! Who said they should be so cute? Irrisistable, actually.

So there I was, walking along, minding my own business, and some guy was walking along in the other direction, coming toward me. He had a little puppy with him, and come on! Who can resist puppies? He asked if I wanted to pet Ghost, the puppy, so I stopped and pet the damn puppy.

So what happens? Questions. The usual. (Why are they always the same questions? Do guys just not know any others? Why are they always so pushy?) "How old are you? Oh, you look younger. Are you married? Boyfriend? Can I call you? Oh, come on."

And then when I pause, "You know you want to. You're pausing because on some level, you want to give me your number."

No. What I'm thinking is, I should never have fallen for the old puppy ruse, damnit.

And that's how I got suckered into giving a complete stranger my cell phone number. Now I need to fall into a hole and hide. Grrr.

Long Time, No Type

crazywriterchic — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 00:10:19 GMT

I AM NOT DEAD!!!

I'm just not very interesting lately, either.

Since graduation, I've been looking for/applying for jobs, but no one wants to hire me. Yet. So most of my days are spent lolling about the house, walking to the library, and occassionally typing.

I'm working on converting fanfiction novella, Pirate Princess I co-wrote with felsong (which can be found over on ff.net under her screenname) into an original. So that means a lot of research as well as typing. Thank goodness for THE COMPLETE IDIOT'S GUIDE TO PIRATES or I would never have been able to pull the first encounter with the crew of the Fearless off. And a couple of people got recast in the rewrite which was hard work. Lots of little notes fill the margins of the pages.

I also ready Sun-Tzu's THE ART OF WAR for PP. It was really short, and a lot of it was sort of common sense stuff, but there were some things that were interesting and that it helped to just have put down into words to better understand or realize consciously what I was writting instinctively. But it wasn't really that illuminating. I'm thinking about reading Machiavelli's ART OF WAR next. THE PRINCE was interesting. I think I still have it...no, I sold it back to the campus book store. But anyway, Machiavelli!

Plus, maps. Lots of maps. I have a whole world dynamic figured out now. It's fun creating worlds. I'm a god. When people in my world use someone's name in vain, they're using mine! It's great! Okay, I'm a big dork, but seriously, you should try it.

Well, I just wanted to update and let you guys know I'm still here. I am. I'm just...restricted to one hour of internet time at the library because we STILL don't have the internet at home. I really need to get my own place. And as soon as someone hires me and I have money for rent I'll go get one. I love my family, but seriously? At almost 23, I am not having fun sharing a pink, Hello Kitty room with teeny-bopper magazine photos of Disney Channel cookie-cutter stars staring at me from every available surface. Help! Please! Anybody need a roommate?

Oh, What a Spaz am I?

crazywriterchic — Mon, 19 May 2008 15:52:31 GMT

I'm clearly insane. Let me tell you why:

On the day of my graduation (Saturday, May 10th) I was all set to get ready, be pretty, and go. Had a nice dress all picked out. Had my cap and gown hung and near at hand, it was all good.

10:20 AM--I can't find the little instruction thingy that had my place number in line on it. I looked for oven an hour, checked through the trash and recycling bins, called upon the powers of lost items, but to no avail. Now, a sane person would shrug and go, "Oh well. It happens. No big deal." *goes to get ready* But do I do this?

No.

I am convinced--morally, ethically, spiritually convinced--that they will not let me walk at graduation if I do not have this stupid piece of blue paper that says my place in line and what gate I am supposed to enter at. There are tears and panicked text messages to my mother. The graduates are supposed to be at the stadium and in line by 12:30. At 12:00 I am dressed in jeans and a tee, my curly hair that I thought to straighten now dried into unruly spirals, and I'm lying face-down on my bed in despair. Then I decide to just suck it up, get dressed, and even if they don't let me walk, I can at least be there to support my friends, right?

Of course, you know what happened, right? I get there, cap and gown in hand, miserable and penitant, go to one of the coordinating professors, and present myself, fully prepared to grovel and cry. With a blithe smile, he directs me to my place in line and promptly leaves. I'm safe. Of course I was. I'm an idiot. *face...palm*

So, all went well. I'm a bachelor of fine arts with a degree in creative writing, I'm looking for a job, and I have a cold. Well, nothing's perfect.

crazywriterchic — Sat, 10 May 2008 03:56:58 GMT

I graduate tomorrow at 1:30.

O.O

okay. I can do this.

Anita Blake-Vampire Hunter

crazywriterchic — Wed, 07 May 2008 02:59:16 GMT

Anita Blake + crazywriterchic = happy girl

Book 16 comes out the 27th!!!!!!!

Plus:

I want the comics soooooooooooooooooo bad!!!!!!!!! Esp. FIRST DEATH. Me want! Me want!!!

http://www.laurellkhamilton.org/Comic/AnitaBlakeFirstDeathHC.jpg