Sleep is Impossible

Alright, I first wanted to say that I am sorry if my replies on here are a bit short or are delayed. A friend of mine passed away last Tuesday, I was finally getting him to open up to me and he was sort of like a sensei to when it came to anime and/or manga in general. He will be missed dearly, and I wish I was able to visit him one last time in the ICU before he left.

In his honor I am going to attempt to sketch out a beautiful picture of “Haruhi from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya”, as that was one of his favorites. I think it’s the least I can do for him.

My stories will be put again on hiatus as I don’t think I can write anything too great right now…for those of my readers who actually visit my LJ, which I’m assuming is none of you (no offense intended there if you do happen to see this).

You know, I have been a bit slow on the uptake about Toonami and its demise, since I wasn’t paying attention to it since Naruto was in "filler mode" and I just read the manga. And I don’t care if you like the Japanese version better, I like both, but that’s off subject (anime version).

Anyway, I don’t understand why they made Steve Blum—one of my many idols—say, "Bang." As a farewell to Toonami and that they went out with a bang (I guess). o_O Kids who are watching this—not me, lol only on the inside—would know nothing of Cowboy Bebop and why the hell "Tom" said bang. Not too mention they might not even know who that lovely voice actor is. Does anyone else find that just a bit odd? I don’t mind him saying bang or anything, it’s just a little bit weird. >_<

Also, what the bloody hell happened there anyway? I know it wasn’t money thanks to Naruto and various other shows, but I can only come up with the reasoning behind this was that Cartoon Network liked the more comedic shows compared to action (i.e. Ben 10, Naruto etc etc)…which is oddly reminiscent of Adult Swim…god how I hate Tim and Eric and I’ve only watched that garbage once. Hell Naruto isn’t even licensed by Geneon—who went belly up—but by Viz. Said licensing company said that Naruto: Shippuden would premiere this year, not too sure what they mean but I trust them :P

Now I know a lot of people are going to bitch and moan about the fact that I like English dubbing, and I’ll tell you why if you ask. Those people that look at me funny if I so much as mention dubbing need to know that my brother is dyslexic, so bite me. Plus I seem to have a very fucking weird talent when it comes to recognizing any voice and I mean ANY voice, they can gasp in the anime first and chances are good that I'll know them easily.

Damn, I wonder what is going to happen to Naruto here though….

Well…it’s been about six months since I started typing up a new chapter and I can’t help but wonder if it was a good idea to start up any fanfiction when I don’t have it all written out and I’m just going with the flow of things (i.e. whatever comes out of my head at that current moment). No one really gives me any feedback on my stories (not my friends at least), though one of my teachers knew my story xD. That was interesting and slightly embarrassing. People ask for me to continue it right away, but it’s not always that easy, is it?

Especially the way I’m doing it, I just wonder if anyone else spontaneously comes up with a plot and starts to write without first thinking about the whole story? I’ve seen a lot of authors on fanfiction.net, MM.org, and AFF.net all say that they’ve written it out…but then I notice that they never update (some of them), I don’t know, it’s all very confusing to me I guess. I’d still consider my authoress life very new, which is why I call myself newbie complex.

The stress of my life has a lot to do with my lack of fanfiction writing, and that’s an everyday occurrence, so there’s not much I can there except meditate. Meditating is really hard to do though; well I just suck at it. :P  so, what to do…I’m lacking in inspiration, and it really, well sort of hurts. I used to read Hellsing and be inspired to write like mad, and now I read it and feel as if I don’t want to write. Or perhaps I just don’t know what to write.

I really hope that my readers understand. ;_;

A reddish circle formed around the full moon that hung lowly in the sky, the police girl wondered why exactly vampires loved the full moons. Was it because their power was in full force, or did they just enjoy the sight? ‘A good question for Master.’ The young vampire thought as she closed her azure eyes and bathed in the moonlight. Even she felt happier in the glow of the white orb.

It was freezing out, not that she minded of course, it felt kind of good against her undead skin. Despite the cold dry weather, perspiration still formed on her forehead and she wiped it away countless times with back of her gloved hand. And again she would stubbornly dry her heated flesh with her hand.

“Ey girl, I zink we got zem all, let’s ‘ead back now.” Came the voice of the French captain, who looked just as exhausted as her.

Seras didn’t try to use her voice, her throat felt so dry and she might sound strange in front of the brunette man with one golden eye, which would be very embarrassing. So she nodded her blonde head instead.

So, packing up and leaving the crime scene to Integra’s cleaners wasn’t too difficult, at least all she had to really do was grab her oversized gun and load it into the truck. However the little kitten inside of her felt bad for just sitting there watching at the mercenaries pack all their equipment up with much difficulty, so being the kind hearted Draculina she was, Seras helped the men put everything back. This would take awhile if she didn’t help and by the time everything was all ready to go, she noticed that it was nearing dawn…

No one noticed that it was her birthday, well her human birthday that was. But she didn’t really think that they would really notice such a thing, since no one really knew anything about her past. Alucard might, but that was a big assumption even though he ingested her blood.

On the way back to HQ otherwise known as ‘The Hellsing Mansion’, Seras tried her best not to frown but also tried not to look too uppity either otherwise Pip would notice something was wrong. She supposed that was what made him such a good captain, he had this sixth sense about his men and even her, and he could tell when there was a problem. And it didn’t matter what type of problem it was, beneath his dark knight exterior he seemed to be a very kind man that would take his own life before his men were wounded. 

Seras smiled at the idea of him rushing in and shooting down the bad guys just to save her life, chances were that she would be the person to save the his life instead though. At that moment the said human switched his one-eyed gaze over to his only female subordinate, she wasn’t staring at him like he’d hoped but she was smiling and that seemed to be good enough. The captain grinned to himself as he saw the look on her face, for some reason, whenever she smiled everyone else in the room would…well, that was if they weren’t talking about killing people. Which was usually the case.

Hours passed and the police girl found herself alone once again within the eerie depths known as her and Alucard’s chambers, or the basement if you will. Though her master’s bedroom was deeper within the cellar and she never really wanted to venture to his room. There was always a crimson—and sometimes purple—mist that followed along the path towards his room (or what she thought what his quarters.) As if it were trying to lure prey into its tempting trap, the idea reminded the police girl of a Venus Fly Trap. Seras chuckled at the idea, but could definitely see such an analogy fitting the vampire very well.

The Draculina made her way through the wooden portal that was her door, and instantly noticed a little cupcake with a tiny lit candle on it, the frosting was a deep shade of red and the cupcake itself had food dye to make it appear completely black. A girlish grin appeared on her face and she nearly squealed but remembered that everyone was most likely sleeping.

Instead she pulled her lone chair out from under the dainty table and sat down; upon doing so she noticed a small little black card carefully hidden next to the lovely looking dessert. Perhaps it would indicate as to whom it came from.

“Dear Miss Victoria,

Not many people know of your past as I do, but to be able to become a Hellsing member I have to look up your history and of course found out your human birthday. I know that this isn’t much and I’m sure Lord Alucard would loathe idea of you celebrating your human existence, but he doesn’t have to know, but I hope you enjoy the red velvet cupcake…don’t ask how we managed that either. Well, I do wish you a Happy Birthday—even though this is a very late gift and for that I apologize, not to mention small—please don’t let Lord Alucard get to you tonight, or anyone else for that matter.

Until tomorrow Miss Victoria.”

“Even his hand writing is amazingly graceful, thank you Walter.” Seras set the card down carefully onto the table and wiped the tears away from her eyes and put on a big smile.

Just as the vampire was about to bite into the delicious looking cupcake she heard a velvety voice coming from her left wall. “I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.”

Seras put down the cake and glared at the master vampire, “and why not?” She asked defiantly and a small pout adoring her features.

“Because it will make you sick and your stomach will not be able to handle the materials within that.” Alucard said matter-of-factly, but he wasn’t actually chastising her but just talking.

“Fine…I’m going to bed Master, and I need to change. Please leave or at least turn around while I do so.” Seras suddenly stood up, feeling the sadness well up in her stomach. Oh how she wanted to try that food, something she’d never tried (and never would) and couldn’t imagine a cook making that into a cupcake.

The No-Life King just smirked devilishly at the innocent girl but complied nonetheless, he started to walk through the wall but said something as he was leaving, “Walter was wrong; I don’t mind you celebrating something such as that…Happy Birthday, police girl.” With that the elder vampire was gone, leaving a very confused Draculina, who also happened to be without a shirt.

Seras pulled the shirt in her hand over her head and chuckled at his strange comment, he almost sounded like he was perplexed as to why he was saying it.

“Now that was waaaaay out of character…though it was nice of him.” The police girl finished redressing as she talked to herself, and prepared herself for bed and the long day that would come…wait, the long night that would come. With that last thought Seras was out like a lightbulb.

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You know, it’s been about a year since I first wrote that about the house across the street (“haunted house”) and the kids are still doing all this childish stuff. Now I wouldn’t be so angry if these so called “kids” hadn’t cut my cat in half and left him in the front yard of that house. Which by the way had really long grass, it was so long it broke the city fire code, but whatever right? He was my Cheshire cat, and I would even call him Schrödinger once in a while. Anyway, I have just got back from NY last night, around 11:31 pm, ten hour traveling time. O_O;; Kids were going crazy there!

Wait let me back up here.

To make things easier (that is if you’re reading this), my family likes to call those “kids” the Scooby Doo Gang, so I’ll call them that. Anyway, the Scooby Doo Gang are kind of like flies, they buzz around your face (or your house in this case) like complete morons and do nothing but break apart the abandoned piece of junk. However flies cannot help their lower intelligence, these kids can help it they just don’t…I don’t even know how to describe them to you guys! Let’s just say they’re a little more than irritating, evil little bastards.  

The cops finally told us that because technically the house is the victim (yes the coppers had a laugh at that), that they can’t do anything even if they were to find the kids partying in the yard. So again, that wouldn’t bother me so much except I miss my Stewart terribly and so do his brothers, and I sometimes feel like punching the kids in the face…I want my own vampire or even my own Dark Walter ~+drools+~ mmmmmm….err, they even go as far as to threaten my mom when she just asks them if she can help them. The last time my brother’s friend asked if he could help the Scoobies they took off out of nowhere and came back to throw big rocks at him. =( I wish the cops could do something (I remember when they personally asked me to join their academy xD.)

Oh yeah, I remember when the detective came back and told my mum about what the vet. thought happened just by the pictures of Stewart’s mangled body, he said that it looked as if a predator did it. Now, I believe that most cops are not native to Arizona because I’ve seen what predators do to cats and rabbits, and if they were native they would know too. There would be fur everywhere, not too mention there would’ve been blood around the body when there wasn’t any. -_-;; There was very little fur around the body (besides what was on him) and he was placed in the center of the yard and there wasn’t any blood anywhere else, and if it’d been an animal to attack him there would have been blood in other spots (indicating a struggle between the animals). I didn’t know a vet can tell what killed him just by looking at two-three pictures of a chopped up cat.

Also, today (September 28^th) I was walking around my living room and talking to my family, our window was open all the way so I could see outside and watch the kitties play (some of our cats are rescue cats and they need areas outside to play >_<). Well, I’d just gotten out of the shower and I was in my PJs, after about ten minutes I notice there is a car just sitting in front of our house and about four teenage girls were watching me move about the house for about five minutes or so. o_O I gave ‘em the good ol’ bird and sat on the couch to watch their reaction (and I swear to god that it looked as if one of the girls was about to drool they were so fascinated in me! Also, they didn’t really react at all o_O.) Finally my mum got so irritated that she took off out of the house, chased their car and looked at their license plate, they let out this fake girlish scream (I hope everyone knows what I mean by that) and took off like a cat on crack. It’s illegal to drag race anywhere, but you must be really fucking stupid to race down a RESIDENTIAL street.

I still don’t understand what the obsession is with this house across the street, but I want it gone already.

Anyhoo people, this is mainly the reason I have yet to write again and why I have been having trouble writing in general. After the murder of my beloved cat, I couldn’t eat too well; I was having problems sleeping and couldn’t stop crying for about a week.

Man I always write negative things on here, huh? ;_;

So I moved into this house a year ago, but when my family moved into it we didn't know that the house across the street was 'haunted'... Well after only spending three days in this new house, some dumb teenagers came along and broke into this 'haunted' house. Now let me tell you I do actually believe in ghosts, but not this one and there's a reason... See, 35 years ago there was a little girl named Terri, my mom knew her from middle school. Actually they were just classmates, but my mom's boyfriend dated the girl beforehand. So they were friends, much to my mom's dismay... no, she was not jealous but everyone assumed so, which as she tells me was aggravating.

Back to the point, a year has passed and my mom learned from the neighbors that the little girl that died was in fact Terri, but these teens think that a girl was murdered/raped inside that house and she's now haunting it, as well as her blood smeared on the curtains... Blood doesn't last 35 years -_-. Well, when Terri died it wasn't because she was murdered or anything... When Arizona has huge thunderstorms our ditches fill up and become extremely dangerous. Terri used a short cut home, part of the short cut was to cross a ditch (a very large ditch at that), it's one of the most dangerous ones out here. The name escapes me now, but that's not in important. Terri thought she could cross it; my uncle was with her, he told that it would be too dangerous to cross. He noticed that a tiny bit of water was running down the ditch, which means that a huge flood will come soon afterwards. But Terri said that her mom would be mad if she didn't get home on time, and she crossed anyways...Now you might think ill of my uncle for leaving her, but he thought if she could cross it quickly enough she would make it, so he left...She didn't make it. A huge search party looked for her body; it took three days to actually find it. The body was way down the canal and she was stuck in a pipe... She drowned.

But the point of this little entry is the retarded teens. So, I learned from my friend what the kids in school thought of what happened to the girl. There's a light inside the house that remains on, but that is because the parents are still having problems letting go of their little girl. All kinds of things from their life remain in that house as well, but that doesn't mean the house is haunted...They just pay the bills for the house to this day.

So tonight these dumb kids return to test this theory, and the cops get called every time... but tonight were a bit different from most nights. The cops actually did something! They usually just sit in their cars and do nothing, but tonight they actually got out and chased the kids in the ally way! The cops got a helicopter out to help find the kids because of the darkness from the night. But I saw them tackle some kid in the ally, which I found funny because I detest those little rapper ingrates, and they're always the ones to do it...I wouldn't usually laugh, but recently we had our neighbors who had kids (16/17 year olds) drive in the middle of the night blasting their stupid music, shaking the windows of our house! I don't know I just found it funny to watch one of those irritating teens get tackled to the ground; I wish they would stop that stupid rumor! (And that stupid freakin' music!)

Oh and yes, I'm a teenager myself, but I don't act like the others... I hate parties (Because of the alcohol, the retards there), I don't like talking about boys all the time, I hate drugs and well you get the point.