THE DAY IS JUST SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL I HAD TO SAY IT SOMEWHERE!!!!!!!! 
WAH! THE AIR! THE BIT OF CLOUD! THE LIGHT BREEZE!! BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!

This is really old! I worte it just over a year ago while i was still into bleach XD, I go back every once in a while :D
Written: Sept 2007
Oneshot
Fandom: Bleach
Paring: Ichigo/Uryuu
rating: R
originally posted at fanfiction.net under my name there Blessed Obsession

( this way to the ishi/ichi XD )

I got tagged by emdaand figured i'd do it, something light hearted i guess!
I won't tag anyone, simply cuz my f-list is....really short, so whomever feels lke it who hasn't done it already feel free! 
1. Open a music player.
2. Go to 'all music'/'library'.
3. Hit shuffle/repeat/randomise.
4. Find photos of the first 15 artists/bands that come up (no repeats and no cheating).
5. Have people guess who the artists/bands are.

Oo! These took longer than i thought they woould to gather up, interesting which artists popped up, I'm surprised I didn't get more than one..err, nvm!

 I knew someone once, her name was Lynn.  She was my best friend.  We spoke of everything, and sometimes just spent quiet nights in my parents living room watching old reruns and never saying a word.  We were in college when she told me she had met someone, I was happy for her and thought of the day it would be my turn.  I had never seen a couple so happy, so in love like they were.  But everything was not as bright as it had seemed.  She showed up at my doorstep in the middle of the night and told me a story.  

She was walking home when a car nearly hit her, the person driving it got out to see if she was alright.  Their eyes met, and something in her shifted.  Shaken from her close call she went home and forgot about it, forgot almost everything right down to the way he looked.  We went out shopping one day, even though we had no money so we stayed close to the bargain bins, and sale racks.  He was at the counter ringing up sales and their eyes met again.  I did not notice.  She said she wished I had.  He smiled at her and she smiled back, though he could have been fired he slipped her his phone number on a blank receipt stub.  Through all this she said she had never considered leaving the one she was with to be with the stranger who nearly ran her over.  

She was about to be engaged, and she did not know it, her boyfriend had come to me asking what I thought she would like, if she had ever given me any clues, of course, I had the whole lot. He had the ring, he was waiting for the right moment.  Their moment never came, he found out what she did, she never intended to tell him.  When she showed up at my place, he had just broken up with her.  It started, she said, when he had given her his number, and she did not throw it away.  


NOTE: This is NOT a true story, I made it up in response to the question, it is very short, yes but it was not intended to be long.  I'm showing where I define cheating, sort of.  Since the idea of doing it myself never occured to me so I wondered if this is how I would and where I would maybe begin considering it. Excuse grammatical and punctuation errors, I tend to just let my fingers fly across the keyboard when I start something.

I did this thing and wasn't expecting it to actually get a couple things right, nothing i didn't already know and things know i need to work on.

Your Personality Is

Artisan (SP) You are both grounded and flexible. You adapt well to new situations. You are playful and free spirited - but you are also dependable and never flaky. You don't do well in conservative, stuffy situations. It's probably very hard for you to keep a normal job or stay in school. You are always up for fun and adventure. Most people are too boring for you. You take risks and bend the rules. And if things don't work out, you chock it up to life experience. In love, you tend to take things quickly - but you have a huge problem with commitment. At work, you need to make your own rules. You're best suited to be an entrepreneur. With others, you are animated and physical. You prefer doing something with friends to just hanging out. As far as your looks go, you tend to be buff and in good shape. Your spend more time on your body than your clothes. On weekends, you need to keep active. From cooking up a storm to running a 5K, you wear yourself out.

 Original short fiction(kind of because some parts are true), simply because I can.  Very spur of the moment very first draft type. 

It was cold out, though it was not unusual for the time of year, midwinter had a tendency to do that.  She stared up at the sky not really seeing it but not having anything else to look at.  It was sad really, she knew perfectly well why she was sitting in this particular spot, in this particular town.  She didn't really belong here but there was nowhere else to go.  And headed nowhere she was, is, will be.  Go nowhere, be nothing because life sucked, she came to that decision on her own after chasing dream after failed dream.  She lost count of them all.  The young girl in high school, dreamed of the one boy just out of reach even though he stood right in front of her like something out of a cheap romance novel, she hated those things, even then when she still held on to those childhood fairytales simply because they were fun.  This novel never got a chance to start, a sob story, a pathetic one. It was wonderful.  Don't give up, they, whoever the hell 'they' are, said.  She believed that for a long while, remembered it for years.  one failed dream after another.  

He was a dream never come true, She thought she loved him, of course she never got passed "hello" and shy smiles when they passed in the hallways.  But he was always kind, more kind then anyone she had ever met and to this day never met anyone like that again.  They all seemed to only want one thing from her, she never gave it to them because doing so would have compromised everything she was taught, believed and stood for.  She was glad she didn't, if anything she hated it, wanted nothing to do with it, being looked at the wrong way made her feel violated.  she hated that, hated being touched as well she was happy as she was. She didn't care for it.  It wasn't that she was an innocently scared girl either.  she had lovers, three of them.  it was not that they ended badly at all, but she never loved them, and they never loved her, that was how she wanted it and so she had it.  The three happened before him.  if she met him when she was fourteen, just when did these three happen? She is laughing now wondering what you will think.  They happened before she turned twelve, one after the other, they all knew each other.  but they didn't know what they did together in the dark when the lights were out and everyone was asleep. they were girls too.  



hmmmm...okay i'm going to stop there, simply because it's late, i'm tired, and i have a lot to do before monday rears its vindictive head.  I feel that i've said way too much in terms of, well everything, mostly in that i've told too much, and showed too little.
parts of it are true, and parts are made up with more parts unwritten that are both true and false.  the parts that you think are made up may very well be true.  If anyone comes across this tell me what you think please. i'm currently trying to move forward with my writing and finish things i've started over the years and improve on obvious shortcomings that occur with being out of practice for so long. thank you.

okay, i've been working on a few things and playing with a bunch of ideas bot old and new ones and still i have not much to show for it.  i have put off writing for along time and now i start things but i very rarely get past the opening paragraph, it's rather frustrating and i can't help but wonder what happend to that young imaginative girl who always had a story, be they the ones i made up to get out of trouble or the actual stories,  that i used to start and finish in no time at all.  I thought about this for a short amount of time and realized she grew up, dealt with losses and inevitable goodbyes and life happened and is still happening.  Time, how short it is.