geeks writing

just a quick blurb cause i'm bored, 

update:

kind of over writers block

my cat is anoying me, 

spilt tea on my keyboard thus it is sticky  

took a quiz the results

well apparantly i'm sort of emo, how can you be sort of emo when your a goth? confused 

hey guys who ever is reading and all that jazz i am not dead, just lost intrest for a while doing other things. like ummm other things.

anyways i'm back still with writers block, oh yeah that's what i have been doing in my leave of absence so long that i forgot my username and password, writing my book. YAY!!!

anyway hit up my facebook account sofia mercel and be my friend

signing off now to try and write my book 

hey taking 5 minutes from preparing my baby's maden voyage, lets pray to the gods of speed that she doesn't do a titanic and sink, or blow up in her case. 

If all goes to plan today, and everything is working and nothing goes wrong, i will get behind the wheel and drive 70km from where our baby was made to her new home.

If your confused, my baby is actually the car i've been buildng along with my hubby, closest thing were going to get to having a real child for a very long time, i've even got my parents who bug me nearly every single day are you preggers yet? Isn't ment to be you better not be preggers if you know whats good for you" calling her there granddaughter. 

so just finishing burning the cd that will be played in both cars, on her maden drive, most likely it'll be at 2 in the morning, when there isn't too many people on the road, so if something goes wrong and she errups in a massive fire ball, not to many innocent bistanders will be killed. 

I'm optimistic, i mean the tests we've done went well, but that was sitting in first gear, 10 meters down the road. even then i was shitting myself, mostly because there was no powersteering back then, and it didn't idle, and it was only running on 3 of the four cylinders, and the list went on and on and on and on, after that fist drive, it was, prittly much re write the list and were going to need a bigger harddrive. sort of situation. that was one week ago now. 

well better get back to it my baby is spluttering and threatenig to stall on hubby.

hey all, 

just finished watching fast and the furious 3, for like the millionth time, what can i say, i like my cars like that, cute and jap, thought before hubby gets home i'll update. I actually feel like going fast, really really fast, and i wouldn't mind learning how to drift... once my baby is done. 

yeah, so still got writers block, and quite content waiting at home for hubby, so we can go down to the pub and get din dins, there is nothing like a pub parma, all you aussies would know, yeah pub parma, yum. 

ok well still craving sushi, but wil have to settle for a plate of chicken layered in tomato sause, ham and cheese, resting on a bed of fries.

hey all

this poped into my head, in a sick twisted little moment. its kinda short and crappy but what the hell:

I love Rodney McKay

I love ripping him to shreds

Peeling his skin back

Making him scream,

I love watching him cry

Begging me why

I love the control I feel

When he is on his knees

I’m a sick little bastard

I should be shot

And sent to hell

What can is say

I love Rodney Mckay…

Hey all, 

This is my first entry, my therapis recommended that i write in a journal to clear my mind.... 

just kidding no therapist, just me, and my overstuffed under-stimulated hyperactive mind, needing to vent. 

here is my delema, i am trying to write a book, and every time i sit down with the mother of all ideas, i got while at the pup getting sloshed, no really sloshed, but having a beer, to make my mind be quiet, it disapeares, into thin air, it's like when i'm trying to download the file becomes corrupted and comes out like gibberish. Not good when i'm trying to make myself know as the next dan brown...

ok not really dan brown, but more dan brown meets john marsden meets i don't know who else is floating around inside my mind, so back to moaning about my writers block. 

so the fact is that yeah i'm going to be ranting, but i am also going to be posting my art, (yes i do dabble in the relm of CG art) fanfiction, yes i am 20 i know, why am i still torturing lex luthor is beyond me, (oh yeah he is pretty when he screams, and cursed, and i'm all about truth justice and the american way( no really it says it on my t shirt, though i find that a little contradictory))

See i love writing and moaning about all that is wrong in my life, as much as i like hanging out the window of my second story apartment, with a keyboard/notepad/laptop in my hand writing/ typing away. 

ok got a little side tracked, there art fanfiction, oh and little snippetsof my book. yes those who are lucky enough or unlucky enough to stumble across this dismal lj will get the undue honor of reading my dismal attempt at writing a book, full length novel, something that wont take 8sec to read process and make a decisionabout, i've been saying that for 2 years now. god i'm pathetic.