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Julie Lynn Hayes' InsaneJournal:
| Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 | |
| 7:06 pm | Of Motorcycles and Men ( Here's to good friends... ) |
| Wednesday, May 27th, 2009 | |
| 2:59 pm | More Nocturnal Emissions, Chapter 13 ( Journey's End ) |
| Sunday, April 19th, 2009 | |
| 7:23 am | My Nederlandse naam is Paulien de Brouwer (the brewer). |
| Saturday, February 21st, 2009 | |
| 4:28 pm | It has been brought to my attention that I've not posted in a while, so I'll try to do some of that now while I have a moment. I've been sick this week, having been made that way by my charming son, but I think I shall live, and perhaps I can plot my vengeance for another time. Tax season is well in swing, and driving me crazy, as usual. Too much Greg! LOL! I need a break (and no, I don't count the two days I took to be ill). I recently entered the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest, if I make the first cut March 16th, I'll post again, and let everyone know so they can vote for me lol In other news, I've opened two Cafe Press stores - here are the links: http://www.cafepress.com/tothemaxst Sarah turns 19 this months, and Katie will be 23 next month. How time flies! I just finished Sarah's Doctor Who scarf, so it's either a late Christmas gift or an early birthday! Mike is doing well in Hawaii, and Chris is still working at Bigfoot, but he won't be when summer comes. My eldest has disowned me - I think she has issues which I cannot even address, but there is also nothing I can do, she is too old for this (she is 33) and needs to sort herself out. I am thinking of ways to supplement my income, as I will lose disability when Chris graduates, considering crocheting and selling it, if there is anything to be made there. Other than that, still not seeing anyone. Still in love with Gary. And still rping. Some things never change! lol |
| Thursday, August 28th, 2008 | |
| 11:21 am | ( OK Cupid test ) |
| Saturday, August 9th, 2008 | |
| 7:32 pm | I know I haven't updated in forever, so here's a little bit of catchup with what is going on with me. On August 1, Katie married Michael Nelson, in Lafayette, Indiana. Present at the ceremony were her parents, her sister Sarah, her brother Chris and Chris' fiance Sarah, Michael's parents, his sister Jill, and two friends of the bride and groom, Rose and Erin. The ceremony was performed by Judge Wang, in his courtroom at the courthouse there, and was very nice. I video'd it with my camera, hopefully I can post it t some time, once I figure out how. Katie's sister Sarah stayed on after our departure that Sunday, and will be retrieved by me on October 3, as she is visiting the couple til that time. On August 4th, Michael turned 21 - he is currently at school in Pensacola, Florida, naval training, that is, and will be shipping out shortly, stopping home first for about three weeks. Poor Michael, my heart goes out to him - he has to suffer for the next three years in Hawaii. Let's everyone give a big awwwwwwwwwwwww for him! Chris starts school next Monday. He just got a job recently, his first, and is working at Bigfoot - no, not the legendary monster, but the monster truck place. Doing what, you wonder? Working the register for the gift shop, answering the phone, stock, whatever - and when he isn't busy he is allowed to use the computer. Sweet, eh? He is making plans to attend Washington University next year if he can get in and get the scholarships - that place ain't cheap! As for me, nothing much new. I've started writing fanfic again, and hope to get to my original stuff soon, as well as open up a Cafe Press store, and sell things on Ebay through my corporation. Still seeking an agent. We saw The Dark Knight twice, it's fabulous, and Gary was amazing, as was Heath, of course, whom I expect to garner at least an Oscar nomination. Sarah and I also saw Mama Mia, that was fun. Not really doing any rping. I've been playing Pokemon Pearl on my new Nintendo DS, and battling with Kitty over our wifi connections. I've been playing Diablo 2 also, and Moraff's World. Still not dating, but most of the time I don't care, cause men are major pains in the asses and who willingly accepts more pain in their life? I'm trying not to. That's about it for me, signing out now, cause I gotta catch 'em all, you know. Later! |
| 7:16 am | More Nocturnal Emissions, Chapter 11 ( Calvary Resplendent ) |
| Thursday, July 10th, 2008 | |
| 11:10 am | a little bitty update It feels like forever since I posted here, so I'll try to talk a little bit about what's going on in my life. Katie is getting married on August 1, at 4 pm, at the courthouse in Lafayette, but I still can't get any sort of commitment about the reception from her. Michael, her fiance, is supposed to ask his parents if they will take us all to some sort of dinner thing (it's not a large wedding, maybe a dozen at most), but barring that, Katie and I will undoubtedly cook something, just need to know. Insert eye rolling here. Michael is currently in Pensacola, Florida, at his training school for the navy. He graduates early September I think, and hopefully then will come home before he goes to his first posting. He has listed his first three choices, if he can get them, which are Japan, San Diego and Italy - he really would like Japan. He got his own cell phone, and laptop and internet - my little boy is a young man now! And he told me to tell Katie that he kicks ass in the calling Mom department - lol! Which is quite true, he does call me a lot, and now he has AIM. Sarah is going to stay with Katie and visit after the wedding, probably for a couple of months. She graduated in June, and is taking a year off to decide what she wants to do. Chris is wanting to apply at Wash U, with his fiance Sarah, and they are currently unable to get together cause Sarah's mom is having surgery next week, so it might be August til they get back together again. I can use the rest, believe me. I sent out more agent queries, no luck yet. I still need to get my Percy website up and running, if anyone is good at that sort of thing, please give me a pm, will you? I have started watching a little tv - on Tuesdays there is Flipping Out, on Bravo, and sometimes Wednesday there is Ghost Hunter. I still do Netflix and am currently watching all the Sharpe films. I just saw Juno, with Chris, it was really cute. Into the Wild was good too. Other than that, nothing new with me - still alone, and haven't managed to snare Mr. Oldman yet. TTFN! |
| Thursday, May 15th, 2008 | |
| 7:36 pm | ( A little bit emo ) Tomorrow night Sarah and I are going to see the St. Louis Symphony play. We have front row tickets and are going to ogle the shit out of David Robertson's tush! I haven't been around much, I know. Life is difficult at the moment, and very busy. So many things to try to do - Sarah graduates from high school, Mike graduates from the navy, Katie is getting married, and all the trips to see Chris' fiance. Do I have a life in there somewhere? |
| Saturday, April 19th, 2008 | |
| 9:01 am | One Night In the Asylum TITLE: One Night In The Asylum AUTHOR: Lady Sirius PAIRING: n/a RATING: NC17 (for brief bad language) FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Hannibal Lecter & co belong to Thomas Harris, I am just playing with the good doctor for a little bit. It had not been difficult to persuade Miggs to commit suicide, even though the method of his death was both unusual and difficult to achieve. But Hannibal Lecter had a silver tongue, and he had a way with words that transcended the ability of most people to withstand - albeit his jailers seemed to think that they were immune from his capacity for slick speech. But even they kept a biting mask upon him when they drew too near. They understood, whether they were willing to admit to it or not. Although Dr. Chilton did not understand nearly well enough. But he would pay the price for that misunderstanding. Hannibal's motivation had been most simple - Miggs had disrespected Clarice. And more than anything in this world, Hannibal Lecter could not abide disrespectfulness. Rudeness. It was simply unendurable, and he would not tolerate it, not when he could do something to change it. Which he did. As the last strangling gasps of Miggs' final breaths faded from his hearing, Hannibal smiled to himself, a very self-satisfied and smug smile, tightlipped as ever, but greatly pleased. He closed his eyes to allow his olfactory senses a chance to take in and enjoy the smell of death which wafted from Migg's cell even now. And he stored the experience in his Memory Palace, as the night continued to wind down around him. He became aware by slow degrees of a subtle change in the atmosphere, and not merely because of the posthumous odours which were being emitted by the late Mr. Miggs. No, this was a much more pleasant aroma - a wafting of soft oriental breezes, of mystery, of respect - and of desire. Slowly Hannibal opened his maroon eyes, because as greatly as he wished to savor the scent, he longed to possess the visual. A soft silhouette, a grey gradient in the darkness of the hallway - no longer illuminated, it had been returned to dark after Clarice's rushed departure - the quiescent blackness of the night, which held no sway over Hannibal Lecter for he needed very little sleep. Lithe and graceful - how could he forget? He could never forget, no matter how many years had intervened in between. Gone, but never forgotten. Lady Murasaki. She did not seem surprised to find him here. In this condition. The man, no longer the boy. She blinked up at him with those almond eyes, enigmatically dark, regarding him for a few moments without speaking. He did not disturb the silence, waited for her to speak. The polite thing to do. "This is not what I would wish for you, Hannibal......" How familiar the lilting voice, echoes of a lost youth embedded in the vibrations of the past. But no, if he were to be strictly truthful, that youth had been lost long before, with Mischa. The boy had ceased to exist when his sister was taken from him and..... He pushed that thought away, he invariably stopped at the point at which she screamed his name. "'Anniba! 'Anniba!" There was no need to pursue the pain. He returned instead to the present. "Perhaps if I had stayed....." the voice continued, almost disembodied, disconnected. Hannibal knew that feeling well. "You could not have known," he replied graciously, ever the soul of discretion. "Perhaps I should have," the voice filled with self-abnegation, "I knew you very well, what you were capable of. I should have stayed, perhaps this would not be, Hannibal...." Although there was nothing she could have done to prevented it, truth be told. "This is but a moment in time," he demurred, "nothing more, nothing less, my dear Lady Murasaki, and as such is endurable. Nothing lasts forever, as well you know." "I know....." A soft sigh, a susurration wafting on the air. He closed his eyes, inhaling her anew, drinking deep of the fragrance of her being. "Will there be an end to this, Hannibal?" He was not sure if she referred to his incarceration, which he considered to be a temporary inconvenience, or to the way in which he chose to live his life when not a guest of the government. He decided to ignore both questions. "That girl......she is not like the others...." A simple statement. Starling? That he already knew, but he gently nodded his head in acquiescence, not speaking, feeling there was more that she wished to say. And there was. "She has mysteries of her own... secrets which only you may unravel....." Hannibal made no response to this. None was called for. Obviously. "I did love you, you know........" Regret lingered in her voice, promises unfulfilled. Hopes strangled at birth. But history once surrendered cannot be resuscitated to the new life. That always ended badly. "I know......" His acknowledgement of her words, his own feelings buried deep inside. But she understood. "You were meant for better things, Hannibal," she said at last, following what seemed like a long silence, but was actually only minutes. "Please take care of yourself...." "I always do....." His smile was self-satisfied, but it did not reach his eyes, wide open and staring into the gloom. Large and maroon and inscrutable. Footsteps echoed down the otherwise silent corridor. Keys jingled. A deep voice could be heard, muttering to itself, as if discoursing on something the outside world was not privy to, the tenor of which suddenly changed, as oaths littered the air. "Miggs, what the fuck?" A light suddenly thrown, illuminating the hall suddenly, flooding it with unwelcome brightness. But no one else was there. And as the hullaballoo began, Hannibal Lecter closed his eyes, distancing himself from it all, and retreated to his Memory Palace to add another entry. |
| Thursday, March 27th, 2008 | |
| 7:50 pm | |
| Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 | |
| 6:15 pm | |
| Wednesday, March 19th, 2008 | |
| 10:08 am | More Nocturnal Emissions, Chapter 10 ( An Unexpected Ally ) |
| Wednesday, March 5th, 2008 | |
| 10:15 am | I, Sirius Chapter 12 ( Of Conundrums and Relativity ) |
