I have these two Star Wars characters, Salek Craye and Talis Thades. Talis is a Jedi Knight, and Salek is a Sith Lord. Er, Lady.

They were both trained under the same master and grew up together as children. They were both (consecutively) offered a choice, and Salek took it, rising through the Imperial Remnants through smiles and backstabbery. She is extraordinarily talented at manipulating the Force, and it is rumored that she has discovered the secret to immortality. (basically she can respawn. =D)
Talis went on to become a Jedi Knight and goes about the galaxy performing random acts of goodness.

There's another character I'm coming up with, and she's Talis's girlfriend. Right now she's just a plot character and temporarily named Jesse, so she's REALLY shallow at the moment--one of those characters who dissapear when they turn sideways.

That's not really all that important. What's fun is their conversations. They've been best friends since they were small and they were lovers for the longest time, up until the decision, so being on opposite sides is really awkward for them. I've done some dialogues between them, and they're a lot of fun. I'll post a few. =D

(dream sequence.)
Talis: Y'know, for a moment I almost forgot who you were. Who I am.
Salek: What stopped you?
Talis: It would be wrong.
Salek: Right and wrong is so relative. I've forgotten my mortality; surely something short a letter can be just as easily misplaced.

---

(Memory/Dream flashback.)
Salek: Well, you took your time.
Talis: Where are we?
Salek: Coruscant plaza. We're "keeping the peace." What a stupid term. (shouting at a passerby) Hey, you! Do you have any peace? Good. Keep it to yourself.
Talis: That's not what the term means.
Salek: Oh, Talis, you stiffshirt. I'm bored. Let's hit a cantina.
Talis: We're not on vacation, Salek. Master Katarn stationed us here to safeguard the welfare of society.
Salek: Well, I see a cantina not far from here who's welfare desperately needs safeguarding. Oh, come on!

---

(Dream sequence.)
Jesse: What does she want?
Talis: I'm not sure.
Jesse: Does she want to turn you to the Dark Side?
Talis: Could be.
Jesse: ..She's going to kill you, isn't she?
Talis: It's possible. I don't know, Jesse.
Jesse: Well, what do you know?
Talis: She wants me on Tatooine.
Jesse: You don't have to go, you know. You can't live at her beck and call all of your life. It's wrong.
Talis: I have to if I want to be free.
Jesse: You do want to be free...don't you?
Talis: ...I don't know.
(everything flickers like on a bad TV and flicks to an overexposed image of a lush green feild. Salek turns in a gorgeous summer outfit.)
Salek: Don't know what?
Talis: I don't know what to think.
Salek: (laughs.) Oh, Talis, you always overthink things. Trying to solve something logically doesn't always work. Remember your training? Master Katarn was constantly riding your back about doubting your feelings.
Talis: (grins.) I couldn't forget that even if I wanted to.
Salek: Although you're very good at ignoring it.

I swear I'm developing a phobia for fish hooks. they're meathooks on thread!

I had a very frightening nightmare where I was a guy and I went to this amusement park thingy for a band that was like Linkin Park or Insane Clown Posse or Korn, it was definitely angsty. So I'm with a bunch of girls, high school age, blonde haired, others brunettes, just girls, y'know? So we get in and look around for the rides, and there aren't any.

what there is is these torture devices, a mix between an iron maiden and a cat-o-nine tails. a blonde girl gets caught first, this jagged rope lashing out around her waist and pulling her back against the back of the torture device, tying her there, and these hooks on these threads dig into her skin--her eyes, her cheeks, her throat, her arms, her breasts, anything it can catch on to. Then the horrible thing lifts up into the air and turns her downwards so that she's suspended on the fish hooks.

By the time the fish hooks finish attaching themselves the rest of the girls have gotten caught, and I run like bloody hell, but they catch me too and they dig into my skin and they hang me and embed themselves into my flesh and it's only a matter of time before it rips through my arms and legs and belly and brings muscle and intestines with it--

--and I wake up.

It's safe to assume that these aren't wire fishing hooks. these are like the hook that you slide down when you attach a trailer or something only sharpened to a point.

Meat hooks on thread, I swear.

my favorite part of the female body is the back. Specifically shoulderblades.

There's this girl who has dance when I have PE and she's utterly gorgeous. She has like minimal body fat so the bones in her back are vaguely defined--you can see some of her ribs and her spine is definitely there. and her shoulderblades are so utterly delicate.

it's just like, wow.


It's a delicate beauty. Like a fragile flower dancing in the wind. Just too damn graceful for its own good.

I REEEALLY want to draw her but I'm scared that she'll freak over it and say no.

I just wanted to make an update because I'm rather proud of this.

I have lost ten pounds since september. woo!


Also that I have gained back a pound or two because of my leg (we all think it's a shin splint, but it hurts ALL THE TIME now, even when I'm not using it) and it's so hard to do the sports I love without using my legs, so my diet thingy has pretty much slid to a stop. I need to see a doctor for this thing.

my plan for the next two years:


turn fifteen. get my learner's permit. Get my comic on track. Keep up my grades. Keep drawing. Make new friends. Get out more. Become more active in my youth group at church. Invite people to it. get into a play. Get better at the bass. Play the cello occasionally. Learn that every guy I see is, in fact, not a prime candidate for a boyfriend like I like to think they are. Learn the difference between flirting and getting to know someone better. Treat my friends better.

Turn sixteen. have a sweet sixteen. finally get kissed for the first time. keep up my comic and never forget my old friends. get a job. Finally pay back all the horrible debts I have with my friends and family. (I hate owing money.) find out whether motorcycles take less gas than cars do. Help my mom with her finances. Pay my section of the rent. Grow closer in my walk with God. Keep up with my bass practice. Maybe find a guitarist and drummer and start a christian rock band(there aren't nearly enough of those these days). Explore my faults, and find out who I am. Buy a python or a kitten. Possibly both.

And someday, find the love of my life, settle down with him, and get married with the satisfaction that I waited until then to lose my virginity. Until then, it's pledged to Christian Bale. *mrowr.*

I just saw Interview With The Vampire.



Good movie. Fully recommend it.


Rather violent, though. Many hickies.

And a bit of nudity.


But, y'know, that doesn't bother me much.


The only thing that really scares me is when Louis gets put in the box.

AUGH. *SHUDDER*

Creeped the hell outta me.

Also rather scary that's the only thing I found frightening in the least about that movie.


....Eugh.


Also, Tom Cruise makes an excellent Lestat. Much love.

Hmm.


Just saw Advent Children.



BEAUTIFUL.



Can't wait until I can watch it without subtitles.


Will need to see it again.


Movie ate my brain.

I think I've changed over the summer.



I don't think it's a good change.

I'm sorry, folks, for whoever was planning on hearing something coherent and thought-provoking and entirely unrelated to Orson Scott Card and Donald Mustard's Advent Rising for the next few weeks, you'd best be off ignoring me until I shut up about it. Which is no time soon, lemme tell ya.



Haven't played Advent Rising? What's wrong with you? Go buy it! It is WELL WORTH the thirty bucks I spent on it. Haven't heard of Advent Rising? You poor bastard. check out http://www.adventtrilogy.com/ to find out more about it.


It has to be my favorite game. All the others pale in comparison. Never have I had this much fun in killing aliens. Never have I had such an arsenal of options in said killing! The powers are well-thought out and the leveling of abilities is simple and doesn't get in the way of gameplay; if anything it improves it. The combinations of powers that you can use is endless.

And it doesn't stop there! The storyline is GORGEOUS and it doesn't get in the way of gameplay; it adds to it, builds it up. It is just a gorgeous game.

I..just...love this game. The review I would write would not give it justice. just go to the website for it and wonder in its glory.



SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!

I am RESTLESS.


Strange Genetics is going nowhere. I want to play Syberia but the demo is SLOW AS ASS HELL. I already finished the demo for Syberia 2.


I HAVE NOTHING TO DO.

HOKAY.

Since I graduated (June 24, roughly) I have done pretty much nothing but vegetate in front of this monitor. I sparred with my brother and my best friend once, each. I went to the beach and walked along the beach for a good solid two hours. I just got back from messing around with my friends. That is the total amount of excersise I have gotten in the past two months. I have eaten sparsely every day, but mostly fatty foods since I graduated. I started the summer with a total of 190 pounds.



So tell me: How the HELL have I lost ten pounds in two months?


My metabolism is..odd.

Wow. I rant a lot.


Well, the good thing about Weblogs is that things change and one can launch into a hissy fit and either she'll get yelled at or she'll get sympathy.


Unneeded sympathy, by now.

My mom did the amazing and turned everything around and got tickets. We went. It was SO FREAKING COOL.


I'm going again next year. And we're getting a hotel room and staying longer.

^^

Y'know that oath I made at New Year's, that I would stop cussing?

Aheh.


Consider it NULL AND VOID.

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! WHY!? WHY?!!?!? THE ONLY FUCKING TIME I GET TO GO SEE SOME OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS AND I GET TO HAVE A CHANCE TO AND I HAD A CHANCE THEY CLOSE THE FUCKING QUEUES!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

San Diego Comic Con--consider it SHIT. I CAN'T FUCKING GO. Not like either of my parents care. My mom is just happy she doesn't have to be a choffeur for 5 hours straight. My dad is twice as happy.

Fucking hell.

FUCKING

HELL.

SAN DIEGO COMIC CON! SAN DIEGO COMIC CON! SAN DIEGO COMIC CON! SAN DIEGO COMIC CON! SAN DIEGO COMIC CON!

heheheheheh. Today was a good day for fighting.

My friend got a brand new sword for her birthday-- European fantasy, rather sharp. I wanted to bring my brother's katana to fight her with, but none of my family approved, so I had to make do with my own broken boken. It's beautiful wood; it just got hit too hard and snapped right down the middle of the blade, so we took it to sidewalk hard and it


VAPORIZED.

It was hella tight, man. You shoulda seen.

ANYWAY. So here I am with half of what was left of a splintering katana, and I'm fighting against this heavy-arsed weapon that my friend got YESTERDAY, so she has some reasonable problems adapting. The handle's BARELY long enough for two hands, and the pommel gives your hands blisters if you're not used to them. The blade is also not QUITE seated in the handle, so it slips slightly, but not enough that it inebriates combat. Still, it's not much of a weapon.
ANYWAY.
So I've got a splintering half-katana and an entirely not sharp dagger that was meant as a display peice against this heavy as hell sword that is actually sharpened. Needless to say, my hand got diced up--my left one, to be precise. That's normal. My left hand always gets the worst of it in duels; it's the hand I use.

So I finally get a stance I like, and we get gloves for my hands so that I don't get TOO badly messed up, and then my finger(which was the first to get diced up) started bleeding pretty damn profusely. Which is an awesome word that gets no love.

heh. Profusely.

Anyway. So we go and we patch it up and I put the gloves back on and we spar some more, and I find the blood has soaked the cheap-arsed bandaid to the bone, and a wary strike blows the thing off. So we get a better bandaid and I put the gloves back on and we fight a lil more, and then I find the blood's seeped through the glove, so we stop.

Y'know, if I wasn't holding back so she could learn how to weild the thing, I won.

^^

Our Father, who 0wnz heaven, j00 r0ck!
May all 0ur base someday be belong to you!
May j00 pwn earth just like j00 0wnz0r heaven.
Give us this day our warez, mp3z, and pr0n through a phat pipe.
And cut us some slack when we act like n00b lamerz, just as we teach n00bz
when they act lame on us.
Please don't give us root access on some poor d00d'z box when we're too
pissed off to think about what's right and wrong, and if you could keep the
fbi off our backs, we'd appreciate it.
For j00 0wnz r00t on all our b0x3s 4ever and ever, 4m3n.

Batman Begins was amazing.

not many people remember this, but I entered a list of sexay men I wanted. Erik has proved his mettle and is now added.

I have an odd taste in men.


Sexay beasts:

Darth Vader (forever and always, the ultimate sexy)
Erik (the Phantom of the Opera)
Aoshi Shinomori
Makoto Shishio
Spike
Nicolas D. Wolfwood
Number 47


Sexay actors:
Christian Bale
Jean Reno

ATTENTION