a deep-sea diver who is swimming with a raincoat

Finally I figured out
But it took a long, long time
Now there's a turnabout
Maybe 'cause I'm trying

There's been times, I'm so confused
All my roads, they lead to you
I just can't turn and walk away

It's hard to say what it is I see in you
Wonder if I'll always be with you?
But words can't say and I can't do
Enough to prove it's all for you

I thought I'd seen it all
'Cause it's been a long, long time
But then we'll trip and fall
Wondering if I'm blind

There's been times, I'm so confused
All my roads, they lead to you
I just can't turn and walk away

It's hard to say what it is I see in you
Wonder if I'll always be with you?
But words can't say and I can't do
Enough to prove it's all for you

Rain comes pouring down
Falling from blue skies
Words without a sound
Coming from your eyes

Finally I figured out
But it took a long, long time
But now there's a turnabout
Maybe 'cause I'm trying

There's been times, I'm so confused
All my roads, they lead to you
I just can't turn and walk away

It's hard to say what it is I see in you
Wonder if I'll always be with you?
But words can't say and I can't do
Enough to prove it's all for you

It's hard to say
It's hard to say
It's all for you

Let me catch my breath
This is really hard
If I starts to look like I'm sweating, well
That's 'cause I am
I'm not good with words
But that's nothing new
Still I have to try
To explain what I want to do
With you
Run away with me

Let me be your ride out of town
Let me be the place that you hide
We can make our lives on the go
Run away with me

Texas in the summer is cool
We'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac
Looking back
Sam you're ready, let's go anywhere
Get the car packed and throw me the key
Run away with me

Sam, I know it's fast
I'm in love with you
Sam, it's crazy but
Sam, I'm crazier for you
I have these plans, Sam, I have these plans
Of a house that we build on a bay when we run away

Let me be your ride out of town
Let me be the place that you hide
We can make our lives on the go
Run away with me

Alabama heat, sign me up
We'll be on the road like some country song
Won't be long
Sam, we're ready, let's go anywhere
Get the car packed and throw me the key

I'm not trying to make you a wife here
I'm not trying to tie you down
I'm just saying there might be a life here
A new one as soon as we run
Just as soon as we run
Run away

Let me be your ride out of town
Let me be the place that you hide
We can make our lives on the go
Run away with me

Mississippi mud, watch me slide
We'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac
Looking back
Sam, you're ready, Sam

Let me be your ride
Run away with me
California dreams here we come
Romeo is coming for Juliet
Ready set
Sam we're ready, let's go anywhere
Say the word and I'm already there

Run away with me

Here's Myrrh (Resinsoul Song, light tan) helping me celebrate my new job at DISNEY WORLD by waving around my badge a little for me.






/shows badge to everyone

I had to buy a dress shirt tonight. I wanted a blue one. They had a lovely bright blue color but none in my size. I had to get magenta instead.

I think the gods of dress shirts were laughing at my expense. What good is a Phoenix in an Edgeworth colored shirt? D;

Title: Begin Again
Characters/Pairings: Phoenix/Edgeworth, Trucy
Rating: PG/PG-13
Warnings: Serious character injury.
Summary: When an accident leaves Edgeworth wheelchair-bound for life, he's left relying on a certain scruffy ex-lawyer and little girl to help him recover. AU.
This fic is my baby, my pride and joy, and sadly still not finished FINALLY FINISHED!

( Chapter One - Extremely Advanced Magic Tricks For Pros )

( Chapter Two - I'm not carrying a wheelchair down four flights of stairs. )

( Chapter Three - Eat breakfast and like each other again! )

( Chapter Four - You don't wear pink boxers. My fantasy is ruined. )

Title: Miss Ninja
Characters/Pairings: Phoenix/Edgeworth (kids)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Miles Edgeworth really wants the grand prize at the high school beauty pageant. AU; kink meme fill.

( He wouldn't kill for the tickets, but dressing in drag was another story. )

It's been almost a year since I made this journal and I STILL HAVE NO FRIENDS.

I guess that's okay though, because that means I can start posting up my fanfics like a boss and I won't have to worry about anyone's reading list getting spammed. COMMENCE THE POSTING... SOON.

To anyone who knows me, it's no secret that I love The Sims 2. It's also no secret that I do whatever I can to download suitable skins and custom content to make Sims versions of characters from whatever my fandom is at any given time. I think, mayhaps, that it's no secret that the vast majority of Sims fans do this too. :P Anyhow!

Without further ado, I present to you DL-6, in Sims 2 form.

( I wish I was joking. )

Credits:
-Phoenix and Miles skins, Gregory's fedora, and Franziska's hair were NOT made by me. I don't know how to make custom Sims content, only how to use it. :P All of the skins and custom content pieces used were downloaded from various creators from ModTheSims.info.
-I put the Manfred Sim together using in-game items only. I know he's not perfect (much to his chagrin, I'm sure), but that's the best I could manage with limited items!
-All my extremely wasted free time belongs to me. Or it did, before I spent an entire afternoon on this. >>

A lot of times, it's difficult to grasp disasters when they happen in other countries. They feel kind of surreal; it's like watching a scary movie instead of watching video of real lives and real people being destroyed like almost nothing. I'm guilty of this kind of mindset just as much as anyone else in the world is; I'm human, too, and we're all egocentric (in the psychological sense, not in the insulting sense, of the word). We all have a hard time empathizing with people half a world away.

When something happens to your own country, though, things are hugely different. Suddenly it matters more. Suddenly you want to do more than just mutter "oh my God, how terrible," at the television, and then move on with your life. These people are -your- people--heck, they could've been -you-. It's an entirely different feeling simply because of human nature.

Today I'm experiencing something unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I wish, for the sake of Japan, that I didn't have to know what it felt like. Japan isn't my home country, but in 2008 I lived there for six weeks. I spent a week being humbled in Hiroshima and going shopping in Tokyo, and for the rest of the time, I divided time between living in a dormitory in Tenri, a hotel in Kyoto, and with a host family in the Nara area (mine was in Sakurai). I learned how to navigate the bullet trains and subways, the regular trains and walking the streets. I communicated with shopkeepers in Hondori shopping arcades, I sung karaoke with Japanese college boys I never saw again, and I got myself from point A to point B by reading street signs and maps on my own (and politely asking for directions a few times). I ate okonomiyaki and drank sake. I had pickled radishes for breakfast. I learned. And even though it was only six weeks, Japan was home--and it felt more like "home" than anywhere else I've ever lived, too.

So today I regrettably learned what it feels like to watch the devastation of another country that still feels like home. It's a very strange sensation and it puts all of my own problems into perspective, to be sure. I feel like I've been walking in a daze since a friend called to tell me about the news early this morning. I want to do anything I can to help; I wish I had the ability (financially, mentally, realistically) to hop on a plane and go over there and -really help-, but at least I'm going to donate to relief efforts and keep praying.

I take comfort in knowing that, as long as they were at home, my host family should be fine. Sakurai is considerably south of the farthest reach of the earthquake, and far enough inland that the tsunami shouldn't have affected them. I have such lovely memories of playing Mario Kart with nine year old Aoba and five year old Hiyori (who stubbornly told me to call her "Hi-chan"), my "sisters," and playing winner sticks with an entire box of popsicles with them and "Mama-san," as she told me to call her. I didn't spend much time with "Papa-san," as he was a businessman who worked very long hours, but he seemed like a kind person and a bit of a dork, since he woke up early to watch One Piece with me on Sunday morning. I came to love the Hara family, and I and Mama-san both cried and hugged and cried some more when we had to say goodbye.

I've sadly fallen out of touch with them, but they're in my thoughts often and my memories always. I'm so glad to know that they are most likely alright during all of this... but I realize that they are four people out of thousands upon thousands. My heart cries for Japan tonight--for "home."

I know this has been long and convoluted but I needed to say it, so thank you, anybody who read it. <3

NEED MORE OF YOU IN MY LIFE ACE ATTORNEY

I swear this journal will have real entries someday




maybe