Four Day Weekend, Yo

Oh what, boyeee!!

At least for me. Friday's a senior skip day--well, an "unoffical" skip day, so the people who can't get their parents to get them off will probably be there. Fortunately mine have agreed to call me in sick, woot!

Absolutely PHEMONENAL artist I keep meaning to tell my billions of readers about:
http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/i/o/iowabarbi/iowabarbi.html

Man, is she ever good. She's a master of portraying emotion through facial expressions. It's a cartoony style, because she and this guy are working on a comic. Posatively spectacular.

Mr. Campbell (VP) showed up in SJ today. Apparently the administration is in damage control. I only heard about this thing, I didn't know the whole story, but Mr. Campbell explained all. Evidently last Thursday Mr. C and some guy working for the super got a confidential, anonymous note with pictures of girls playing mud football or something at some park--obviously drunk and/or stoned. Then on Friday some anoymous person sent pictures of some other girls getting drunk at a party. The school couldn't punish said people because it wasn't on school hours or school grounds, but they did call the kids to the office and notified their parents. There was a minor uproar because a lot of people saw it as an invasion of privacy, and that the admins had no right interfering when it had nothing to do with the school except for the fact that the girls went to Foothill.

But here's the killer: said anonymous "good Samaritan" actually posted these pictures online, under some caption like "Is this how you want Foothill represented?"

Who the fuck does that? I mean, the girls were stupid to get their idiot pictures taken while drunk and all, but who the FUCK narcs like that? It was surprising that no one was questioning about the little rat who started the whole thing. Everyone turned their attention to the admins instead. Frankly, I want to know who has the right and who has the balls to pull a fucking narc job like that. Jackasses. If they had never posted those pictures online or sent them to the admins, the admins wouldn't have been put on the spot like that. That's the real invasion of privacy. Serious, what people do on their own time is there own goddamn business, unless it's hurting someone or something, and getting drunk isn't hurting anyone. I mean, if they had tried to drive or were setting stuff on fire or whatever, then yeah, even I'd narc, but you don't report people for something teenagers do every goddamn weekend on their own goddamn time.

*huff*

OK, that's my two or ten cents. Some people are such prudes.

Anyway, in the meantime I've started reading Malcom X's autobiography, which I think I've said already. It's supposed to be really good. Malcom X is officially on my list of Dead People I Want to Talk To.

And now for no reason at all, here's that list.
Constantine, Mary Magdalene, Gandhi, MLK, Siddhartha Gautama (Buddha), and Malcom X.

I wouldn't mind talking to Jesus, either, but he's on everyone's list.

Pentagram

I suppose I should offer an explanation of my latest "psycho muse acid-trip" ideas.

*sigh*

It's the future, right, after the apocalypse in some fantasy world. The cause of the apocalypse? Magic. So, incidentally, people don't much like people with magic anymore--so they're called heretics and heathens and shipped off to islands for extermination. The mastermind behind this? The omnipresent, and seemingly omnipotent Hierarch Orin Kahval. The guy has been preaching a return to the "singular god," Drianth--whereas in magic, there's multiple gods and such jazz. (Shades of the Christian takeover of pagan relgions, anyone?) As a demonstration of his power and how much magic pisses him off, or whatever, he broke a sacred magical artifact of incredible power called--yeah--the pentagram. Which is exactly what the name states, complete with the elemental goings on.

So now a bunch of "heathens", specifically a bunch of shape-changers, decide to escape their island prison, track down the five stones of the elements and restore this happy little pentagram. Obviously, this will not be easy because it's all post-apocalypse, the five stones are scattered across what's left of the world, and people don't like magic. The Hierarch, you can bet, will be on their tails the whole way.

The characters? All main characters. Mostly told (third person) from one guy's point of view--Scarrow, who's main purpose for now is "observer." Then there's Roga, leader-figure, his jerk of a brother Aidan, a shy girl with a cursed pendant thingy called Rin, a blue-haired punk girl Triss, an uptight bitch Starsong, and, of course, my nutjob half-vampire Kazriel who delights in terrorizing the hell out of the rest of them.

Fun bunch of characters, and I've already fallen in love with Kaz. Him and Fell, man, I should just write a story with the two of them in it. Why is it I always fall in love with the guys who, if you hang out with them too long, usually end up getting you killed? All my best characters are these totally dark guys with extremely questionable pasts and personalities. Whee! Every good story should have a fun psychopath or a rogue demon. Or both.

Woot.

Debating whether to dust off my Elfwood account and actually post something there, like the prologue to this story, which doesn't even feature the characters. The first two chapters are slow, and they jump around a bit, and they're just generally...uninteresting. Except for the Kaz parts, which were hard to write because the only guy who comes close to Kaz is Fell, and even Fell's a far cry from my "let's scare the shit out of guys by talking to them like they're prison bitches and trying to suck their blood" little Kaz. Still, Kaz is fun, and I like the parts where he shows up. And I liked how I introduced him. Unfortunately, that's about all I like about the chapters. Scarrow's coming off as kind of a wimp, Roga as boring, Aidan as too much of an asshole, and the others I introduced too rapidly so even I barely know them.

*sigh* The woes of writing without fully understanding what the hell you're doing.