So, New Year's has approached at last. 2012... it's time for the apocalypse, isn't it? Sounds nice...No, honestly, I'm looking forward to the new year. 2011 was quite nice, though I didn't get to do half of what I intended to. Writing a novel, starting a BJD-clothing shop (and sculpting my first BJD, no less), finishing off all of "KazeKi" and "Zankoku na Kami ga Shihai Suru" (with my crappy Japanese? It'll take some more time, you bet), reading all of Murasaki's books, sewing a ton of cosplay outfits, writing a good couple of articles about scientific phenomenons and acing school... I CAN see now that there's a good reason why I didn't have enough time to do all of it; it's just too much. Soo, I'll try finishing much of it this new year. Yay for lots of new opportunities.
I've also been pondering over my New Year resolutions, or rather, possible New Year resolutions. None of them are very good. Basically, so far, I only have some that are pretty much without any real meaning, like:
1. I'll not read fanfics unless they're really crude, really dark, really funny or really sad
2. I'll not eat candy all the time, except for when I'm awake
3. I'll definitely sew some of those pretty dresses worn by cross-dressing boys in anime unless I don't want to
4. I'll not write fanfics unless it's something I want to write about
And yeah... you get the gist of it.
In other words, I guess this'll just be another year of me doing exactly what I want: radiating morality, pointlessness and complaining to my friends about how much of a sickness the human race is to the world and pondering over the ultimate question; When are we going to destroy the world. Okay, so I know perfectly well already that the answer to that is 42, I'll just have to figure out 42 what-exactly XP
Umm, yeah, so what more? Happy New Year's to everyone. May you have fun, and eat lots of stuffing that looks like half digested vomit and comes from up the turkey's ass. Ahh, sounds lovely.
Oh, and yeah, I have a draft for you. the characters are original, and I've had them for quite a while: Cael came into life about... 3 years ago, I think (2nd part of 8th grade), while Seb came into life about one year later, I think, but this is actually my first written story about them. Maybe I'll write about their encounter later... but that one will be quite long, so we'll see if I get the time or if I want to at all. You'll all be seeing more to them though.
Eh, and I kinda had to censor my language quite a bit... last night I was reading this:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5593834/2/Fire_Crotch_and_the_Friend_Zone_Virgins
...so it affected me quite a bit (you've got to read it, BTW, it's absolutely awesome).
Okay, but enough small talk. Here comes my draft, which is pretty crappy because I try pressing in too much information in too short a story and used way to short time writing it. Enjoy!! XP
“Hey, are you finished soon?”
Sebastian was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, face turned towards the dinner table in the living room, while he riskily balanced a lot more on his arms than he logically should be able to.
“Ahh, soon, but hey, let me enjoy the food! It’s not my fault that I’m such a splendid cook. Currently, you’re only cleaning the table anyway.” Cael stifled a laugh and nodded towards his spikey-black-haired boyfriend’s overloaded arms.
“Yeah, right. Hadn’t it been for me being too busy already, I’d have kicked your ass.”
Seb showed the maple-haired boy the finger, causing a casserole on his upper left arm to buckle and almost fall to the floor, throwing the whole rest of the load out of balance too. He decided it was time he freed his arms again, stumbled out into the kitchen, and threw his whole batch of pans, plates and cutlery into the sink, which for the moment also served as a thrash bin. Their former plastic thrash bin had suddenly become a jigsaw of a thousand pieces last week when Seb had managed the feat of placing it behind the door, and Cael suddenly had slammed the door open at full force. It had yet to be replaced.
When Seb had finished placing the tableware into the sink, making sure that the little heap towering far over the edge of it was steady and not about to crash down onto the floor, he sauntered out of the kitchen into the living room, situating himself on an inverted chair and watching his boyfriend who was still busy stuffing his face with turkey, gravied potatoes and unidentifiable pieces of stuffing which actually tasted quite heavenly compared to the fact that it looked like half-digested vomit and was stuffed in and now coming out of the turkey’s ass. Seb looked at him in amusement. He was quite amazed at how someone as dignified as Cael could turn into such a beast while eating – only in private, of course -, and also eat so much but still keep his scrawny, lanky build. Nature’s ways are weird, he concluded, and continued to watch his boyfriend for just a little while longer.
The silence was quite nice and amusingly enjoyable, but he suddenly felt the need to smother it by opening his mouth.
“You do know that it’s eleven thirty, right? The fireworks downtown starts in about half an hour, and we have to walk. The traffic is probably at a standstill, and I really do not wish to get stuck…”
“Shit, it’s that late?”
“Mhm.”
Cael finished off the rest of his food - which was now starting to turn cold - in about the time you’d need to explain Einstein’s Theory of Relativity to a person who’d long since majorly failed physics – or science in general, depending on how good a teacher you were-, and threw his plate and cutlery at the top of the tableware heap in the kitchen, almost causing it to tumble over the edge and leaving their floor in a state of utter chaos.
“I think it’s time we did the dishes,” he snickered, but walked out and proceeded to making himself presentable for the less than formal, yet oddly pompous New Year’s celebration.
At ten to eleven, the both of them were ready and finally sprinting down the slope from their less than amazing – and less than clean, no less – apartment, to the New Year’s celebration being held every year at the heart of the quite small town. Considering the size of the place, it shouldn’t have taken too long getting to the place of the celebration, but this was an event involving the whole of the town’s population, and the streets were, to put it mildly, crowded.
“Fuck, in this crowd, I seriously feel like a certain something forced into a place that’s far too narrow for it to fit at all,” Seb hissed, while trying to find some little space where he’d actually be able to see something over the crowd and actually able to move something other than his feet.
“Yeah, you’d know, alright,” Cael giggled like a little girl, while throwing his boyfriend a teasing glance.
“Perv.”
Seb tried to keep serious, but at last cracked up into a small smile, giving his maple-haired, quite-a-bit-higher-than-himself boyfriend a playful sock in the arm.
“Look, it’s starting!” Cael exclaimed, giddy as a little kid. They hadn’t had a chance in hell of reaching the center of the town, but even from here, far off, they could see the sparks of green, red, blue, white, violet and a million other colours and shades which lighted up the sky and made the whole night at least three notches lighter. The sparks engulfed each other, sprawling itself into beautiful patterns up high. Somewhere, twelve deep “gongs” sounded.
“Happy New Year!” Cael smiled warmly.
“Happy New Year!” sounded Seb’s answer. “May it be as good as the last one.”
For a long time, they just stood there, watching the fireworks, hearing all the echoes of people wishing their loved ones a happy new year. They just stood there, in silence, watching the last of the fireworks dying down, joining in on a singsong of Auld Lang Syne. At last, they heard the last of the good-luck wishes and singing die down and watched how people started to disperse and walk for home, each to their own.
“It’s over,” Cael melancholy sighed. He always became melancholic at the end of the festive mood.
“Well, then, let’s continue the celebration at home, shall we?” Seb softly murmured, placing a teasing kiss at the nape of his boyfriend’s neck. He softly tugged him with him towards their home, leaving the streets dead and dark, leading the festivity home with them, to enjoy it alone between four solid walls of their entirely private space.
And there it stops. I'm such an evil fangirl, who're especially evil to fangirls. Though if I'd continued, no way I'd post it here, so it's all well, I s'pose XD
Okay, I'm fired up, so I'd better finish now. Happy New Year everyone, and kudos to everyone who've actually bothered to read this quite amazingly long blog-post. I can't write anything short, it seems XP
Bye, and see you next year (who knows, maybe tomorrow) XP
