Sophisticated Lady

One-Word Answers

2009-02-11T05:21:43Z

Tagged by the_sweet .

Answer the questions USING ONLY ONE WORD! (It's not as easy as you might think!) Type the first word that comes into your mind.

Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers. Be sure to tag the person you received it from!

1. Where is your cell phone?
nonexistence

2. Description of the person who sent this to you?
epicwin

3. Your hair?
long

4. Your mother?
teacher

5. Your father?
musical

6. Your favorite thing?
satisfaction

7. Your dream last night?
lost

8. Your favorite drink?
OJ

9. A current goal?
knowledge

10. What room you are in?
mine

11. Your hobby?
helping

12. Your fear?
embarrassment

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?
finished

14. Where were you last night?
home

15. Your significant other?
somewhere

16. Muffins?
chocolate

17. Wish list item?
Ghibli

18. Where you grew up?
Midwest

19. Last thing you did?
studied

20. What are you wearing?
PJs

21. Your TV?
downstairs

22. Your pets?
opposites

23. Friends?
everywhere

24. Your life?
stressful

25. Your mood?
pensive

26. Missing someone?
Lamar

27. Car?
Honda

28. Something you're not wearing?
socks

29. Your favorite store?
Borders

30. Your favorite color?
green

33. When is the last time you laughed?
today

34. Last time you cried?
afternoon

35. Who will resend this?
dunno

36. One place that I go to over and over?
bed

37. One person who emails me regularly?
Cracked

38. My favorite place to eat?
Panera's

39. Why you participated in this survey?
waiting

40. What are you doing tonight?
sleeping

Tagging cynchick , korinacaffeine , ivyadrena .

Oh my gosh a journal entry get in the car

2009-01-11T23:26:57Z

Make one of these! All the accomplished experts say that writing things down vastly increases your chances of going through with it! List will no doubt be added onto in the extreme as I find more things I want to do. Make one of your own and link me to it, babes!

Aelibia's Life List

Accomplishments

Publish a book of short stories
Raise a baby bird from an egg
Purchase a large parrot
Have a cat who gives birth to kittens
Learn how to knit like a pro
Operate a fully functional rehabilitation center and shelter for abandoned exotic animal pets
Have tea with someone from every inhabitable continent in the world
Write a novel that wins an award
Become a well-known dessert chef
Make homemade chocolate bars
Read every work published by a famous, deceased writer
Have an article of clothing worn only in an isolated area of the world
Visit every country in at least one continent (Australia doesn’t count for this one, that’s cheating)
Become an expert horseback rider
Climb to the top of an ancient tree
Do not have sex until I get married
Give a seminar on endometriosis; discover the cure
Be present at a major environmental disaster and survive
Visit every state in the United States
Unwittingly fool a foreign someone in a foreign country into thinking I’m a native as a by product of a flawless accent
Save someone’s life
Assist in a birthing (doesn’t have to be human)
Train a search and rescue falcon
Become fluent in a third language
Create an original cake or pie recipe
Write a song for piano
Illustrate a children’s book
See a musical featuring the original cast
Wear a boa around my shoulders in public, act as if nothing is unusual
Go on an international road trip with my friend
Marry a Renaissance Man
Milk a cow
Buy a work of art personally from the artist in every country I visit

Explore in detail…

Denali National Park
A vineyard in Mendoza
Auschwitz Camp
A seaside town in Greece
The Great Wall of China
Siberia
The Museum of Natural History in NYC (every exhibit, every floor)
A Holocaust Memorial in Europe
Yellowstone National Park
An archeological dig
At least one ancient tomb
An art show in every inhabitable continent
9 de Julio Avenue in Buenos Aires (widest avenue in the world)
Red Square
Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum
Barrow, AK
Paris
London
Mexico City
Voronezh (and visit my parents’ friends there)
Berlin

Taste…

Ostrich
Swallow’s Nest Soup
Frog
Duck
Horse
Haggis
Borsht (while in Russia)
Tongue
Scorpion
Snake
Cooked insects
Whale
Turtle
Rabbit
Peacock
Pigeon
Crocodile or alligator

See in its natural habitat…

Penguin
Black Mamba
Walrus
Lion
Kangaroo
Bison
Shark
Sequoia
Camel
Cockatiel
Elephant
Anaconda
Galapagos tortoise
Giraffe
Snowy owl
Miniature donkey
Jaguar

Must-visit countries and territories in general

Russia
Germany
Greece
Italy
China
Japan
Australia
South Africa
Morocco
Vietnam
Spain
Portugal
Chile
Ireland
United Kingdom (England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland)
India
Canada
Mexico
Turkey
Egypt
Israel

I should've eaten the dang thing. You can get these at the Dallas Int. Airport. Also notice the tequila worm pops right next door.

Magnetized Chapter 3

2008-05-10T22:09:42Z

Title: Magnetized
Authors: korinacaffeine and aelibia
Pairing: Sakura x Akatsuki
Genre: Pimptastic
Rating: MA
Chapter: Madara, or maybe Tobi

DeiSaku - Two to Tango

2008-04-28T23:30:23Z

Title: Two to Tango
Pairing: Deidara x Sakura
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: When Deidara and Sakura enroll in a dance class to learn the Merengue, neither of them quite expect what happens next. Or after that. In fact, the whole thing was just plain random.

A/N: All the cool kids have crack pairing minifics. Now I do, too! Aren’t you all thrilled?

They would never know why they were there, but both of them knew that their lives would never be the same. Yet they stood at the counter, filing out the papers, both of them, choosing their own fate rather than vesting it in the whims of others. Finally, Sakura got her wish. The one she’d been holding in since the beginning of them.

Finally.

Finally, she and Deidara would learn how to dance. Properly.

“I can’t breathe in this damn outfit, yeah.”

Deidara picked at the buttons on his dress shirt vengefully, pulled his shirt up and smoothed out the wrinkles, and stared hatefully at his shiny black shoes.

Sakura turned from the counter, handing the completed forms to the woman behind the glass, and pursed her lips at the blond.

“Deidara,” she sighed, re-buttoning the top buttons tediously while he scowled, “I know you don’t like these clothes, but just deal with it. The couple teaching this class is very skilled. I’ve always wanted to learn the Merengue.” She undid his belt and stuffed the suffocating shirt back into the depths.

“Well,” he mumbled. “You’re not exactly comfortable either, Miss Pointy Shoes. That dress makes you look like a freaking ghost, yeah.”

Sakura giggled and swirled the can-can skirt. It was a simple dance getup: a white dress and a layered skirt with a different color trim on each layer, and rainbow-striped dance heels. She thought it was cute and sexy. He thought it make her look like a tramp.

“Don’t be silly,” she jokingly admonished. “I love this dress. And you look so cutesy-wootsy in those slacks. They make your butt look good.”

“Don’t call me that, yeah. It’s Dei—wait, where are you going now?”

“Dance floor,” she called over her shoulder as she click-clacked down the linoleum hallway. “It’s time to start! Come on, sexy!”

“Oh, God,” he muttered to himself. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

“From who?”

“I dunno, yeah. People.”

“Oh, just stop complaining and come on.”

Skirt flying and heels clicking, Sakura snatched Deidara’s hand and yanked him down the hallway, fluorescent shadows flashing over them rapidly in her haste to reach the ballroom floor, or, as Deidara would rename it in the future, ‘OhshitIhatebeinghere.’

The doors flew open and the breathless couple burst into the room with mixed expressions of glee and absolute abandonment of all dignity.

Somewhere, a part of Deidara died inside. There were Naruto and Anko. Right there in the dance room. Why? Why?

“Hey, assface,” Naruto called out to the ex-Stone-nin-Akatsuki-bang-boy-go-boom. “You taking lessons, too? Don’t step on her feet or I’ll kill you.”

Several months ago, Deidara had been accepted and pardoned by the Hokage Tsunade for all crimes, during one of her more serious bouts of drunkenness, and for no adequately explored reason. And this dance class, she explained, would rid him of all his evil doings. Especially if Sakura were his dance partner.

Sakura ignored the subtle suggestions, relented, and vowed to have fun; Deidara nearly committed suicide by ingesting fertilizer, and Tsunade got drunk again and forced them to sign up. Unfortunately, she forgot to mention that she also forced Naruto and Anko to take the class, also for no adequately explored reason.

Wasn’t life just wonderful?

Deidara groaned and swayed from side to side. Well, this was better than running from killer ninja twenty-four-seven. Just a bit.

Suddenly, the lights went off and the speakers began to play a rapid, jarring beat. A couple charged through the doors in a full tango stride, and the woman yelled at the bemused four over the pulsing of the bass.

“Hola, niños! Are yous ready to party? My nombre is Señora Maria Florida la Chica Bonita, and thees is my hussbant, Tad. We teach you dance now. Boys, put your hand on thee girlss waists, yes, even with thee lower back, now. Keep clasp-ed hands in upward position like these, yes. Less talk, more dance. Go!”

The unlikely pairs watched the passionate couple grind, twist, flick, and spin their way across the marble, wincing every time something that should’ve been physically impossible was pulled off with aplomb.

“Ooh,” Sakura whispered. “I want to do that. Don’t you, Deidara?”

“I can’t hear you,” he yelled.

“I said I want to do that! Don’t you?” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Exposure to these kinds of decibels wasn’t healthy, that was for damn certain.

“No!”

“You’re an ass!”

“I know!”

“Into poseetion, you lazy idiots!” The woman screeched on the other side of the room.

Growling, Deidara grabbed Sakura’s lace-clad waist and dragged her towards the middle.

“Okay, what the hell are we supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, really, I’m just as much a beginner as—wait, this isn’t right. This is the tango. We can’t dance the tango. Especially not you.”

“Yeah, so we should both leave and never come—whoa, why am I so special about not being able?”

“You never seemed that graceful,” Sakura snapped. “And you hate being here anyway. You said so a million times when Tsunade told you that you were coming.”

“Well, I changed my mind,” Deidara spat back. “We’re dancing. And I mean it.”

“Fine!” Sakura shrieked.

So they danced, and danced some more, and eventually they got so good that they ended up hosting classes of their own, which never make it more than halfway before they got in a heated argument that would ultimately end in wild sex by the end of the day.

And for some reason, they never did learn the Merengue.

MY GOD IT'S HIDANSAKU GET IN THE CAR

2008-03-22T22:57:13Z

That's right! I have returned to my rarely-updated journal to give you this!

Miriam's Well

Give me reviews! Lots of them! They make me feel like people actually read it.

KKK

2008-03-02T21:48:38Z

Oh, my God. I was looking up 'kkk' on Google because no one I've ever asked has been able to tell me what 'Ku Klux Klan' literally means, and I found these things.

They're little, light-up, ceramic lamps. Holy mother of God. What are people coming to? The KKK has a TV Show, for crying out loud!

GAH!

In other news, I finally posted that dang chapter of Abendrot.

MY DEAR SWEET GOD THIS IS OVERDUE

2007-12-20T02:36:13Z

Sorry, guys. Life caught up to me, and here it is catching up again just like the pretentious bitch it is. Have major exams (IB) now, and so I won't write until Christmas Break is here, which is verah verah soon. In the meantime, have a look at this here.

An Extremely Beneficial Organization to the Children

The Horror

2007-11-04T20:17:01Z

Gah...sorry, guys. My computer is being funky and not letting me update. Anyways, I have an extremely overdue clip for ye.

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Sakura stood stock still for about four seconds before she screamed
and held her hands up to her face in terror. This was it. After
surviving endless weeks on battlefields here and there, she was doomed
to die by a rogue hand grenade dropped from a plane. She closed her
eyes. That had to be what it was. Maybe they disguised them to look
like birds now to throw people off.

But hand grenades don't bleed, do they? Pull yourself together, girl.
Sakura slowly opened her eyes and let her arms drop down to her sides,
relieved when she felt the blood flowing back into them after being
held up for so long. Peering at the pot and trying to ascertain as
many facts as she could based on appearance alone, Sakura stood on
tiptoe to ogle the star-crossed kitchenware from several yards away
where she had thrown herself in fear. She couldn't see directly
inside, but the top of the pot was smeared with the gossamer blood
often ascribed to fowl decent, and the snow around the base was
permeated with the blood and littered with primaries.

Sakura inched towards the unfortunately inscrutable pot, resituating
her hands in front of her face, wanting to at least get a look at the
pigeon. I'm sure it's just a normal pigeon. They're everywhere around
here. And maybe I can find out what happened to it. It could mean bad
news for Deidara and me. Finding herself at the brink of the circular
array of carnage, Sakura stood on her tiptoes again and leaned as far
forward as she dared without falling. What she saw had her forcing her
tea back down. Oh, gross. Dropping to a crouch, Sakura hop-walked on
the balls of her feet in an attempt to keep her hands from the
freezing earth as she braved the final inches to her goal. The frigid
air was already beginning to work on the blood, which began to ice
over and sparkle gaily.

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Sorry for taking so long! I'm going to go work on it...right...NOW. I wish I had some horrible event in my life as an excuse, but I don't, really, other than IB. Don't know what IB is? Good. You honestly don't want to.

ALSO!

Super Amazing Fanart Gallery! I hope she isn't pissed that I'm putting it on here. I just love it so much. It's mucho spoilerific, so beware.

FighterPlaneSex <--Contains glorious sex. Don't look if you fear for your virgin eyes.

Poor babeh. He has a cold.

One more! Just one more!

I can't BELIEVE she put it into scraps. Yes, it looks like a blond guy in a suit, but so does every other blond guy wearing a suit. ...Or something. XD

So I really am working on that chapter. Really. o__________o

Sing A Song of Sixpence

2007-10-17T02:00:38Z

And a pocketful of tuna salad on rye!

Everyone party! Chapter 2 FINALLY got written! With an evil cliffhanger to boot!

And now I will torture you.

One person in particular.

FIGHTERPLANESEX.....you want it SO bad, don't you? But it's not coming for a while.

*malicious laughter*

I love you, hun. *smooch*

Insert Sobbing Here

2007-10-13T20:15:20Z

deviantART hates me so. They delete my illegal images. So I give you The One.

It blossomed from a late-night snippit of Chapter Whatsit from Found where Deidara shaves, and I had to go off and make it. I had to. Oh, and Abendrot's coming along, I promise.

Sort of.

Abendrot 2

2007-10-08T23:26:23Z

I just realized that I didn't name my chapter, so there's another thing I have to do. Things are getting better, though. I actually sat down and thought of a plot instead of writing myself in circles. Here's a clip from the beginning of Chapter 2, which is a journal entry from Sakura. I know it seems boring, but I researched nurses' journals from wars, especially WWI and WWII, and most of them were dry and informational. For them, the important thing was recording as much as possible in as little time possible in order to provide sufficient imformation for anyone who read it on their side. But it's okay for me. I do really good in my history essays, so boring is one of my talents. x_x

Also, I found a plane for Deidara FINALLY, even though it's kind of ugly. I still would like to find a sexier plane, though. She was right. WWI planes are prettier. Maybe someone can find me a sexy plane? Please? And it has to have good performance. No sucky planes for Dei.

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17.12.1944

Snow, Overcast, 21 Degrees Fahrenheit

All of the available troops and nurses have left the tent, only I remain. The Germans have launched a surprise attack, something Mr. Kakashi—Captain is his formal title—suspected was a ploy to separate the Americans (us) from the British and force us to surrender to the Axis powers. That would not ever happen, though. General Bradley would never let the Americans surrender, not when we are so close to winning this war.

I am worried about the nurses as well, mainly Megan and Stephanie. We went through the very early stages of the Battle of Hurtgen Forest together before being repositioned here in Ardennes, and Megan still hadn’t recovered from that ghastly head wound she received while digging up one of our men after the first round of fighting. It was a shell from the other side, I believe, and she most likely has artillery shrapnel lodged in her brain; the entry point was the left temple...

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Well, there you have it, folks. It's not long, I promise. What do you think?

Oh, Great, Another One

2007-10-06T03:19:25Z

Okay. No more rain KisaSaku. Instead, I'm doing a oneshot KisaSaku (still ivyadrena) with the theme "shotgun wedding," and...oh, my. Well, this certainly evolved. It's called Roora, and that's your clue! And heeeere's your clip.

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It could be said plain and simply that everyone was considering calling the whole thing off, even Kisame and Sakura. But Kisame was in too deep, and Sakura would never let the guys back off now. A congregation had assembled in the living room of the nearest Benefactor to The Cause in event of The Emergency, and so far, Kisame, Tobi, Deidara and Hidan had showed up. Zetsu apparently didn’t mind letting his house being used as a temporary meeting spot, provided he wasn’t let in on the plans. The first inklings he had of the rumors he heard told him in big, bold letters to go far, far away, besides. Itachi had disappeared on some strange mission the night before the conference gathered, but, wisely, no one felt like asking any questions, and Kakuzu just seemed to morph in and out of the meeting area at regular intervals. Sakura adamantly refused to show up for the meeting, and mentioned flippantly over her shoulder that she just might follow Itachi after “if this thing gets any more nuts than it is right now, for crying out loud, Kisame.” She then announced that Kisame would have to deal with this all by his manly lonesome. It was tradition, after all, on her mother’s side of the family, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. It was also natural for Kisame to employ the help of close friends, however, she said, so Kisame had drafted as many as possible to aid him in his struggle. Well, if you wanted to call them friends.

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8D

Abendrot

2007-09-30T22:24:55Z

Well, the DeiSaku is going along like a speedy bullet. Hurrah-on-a-stick! And yes, there will be sex. Wartentsex. All right.

Also, Dei's hair gets chopped off. You don't think they'd let him keep it, do you? Don't kill me just yet, though, because I have a sneakity peakity for y'all. I should have the first chapter posted within ten or twenty years. Hooray for deadlines! I'm on the ninth page, people. Lemme alone.

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The legends and myths of Molly Pitcher both intrigued and inspired Sakura Haruno.

That explained a lot right now.

It explained why she was wearing the pants of a suddenly recalled soldier, why the helmet she stole from Captain Kakashi looked so lopsided on her head, why she was fearlessly defending her home camp from death, hell, and the grave… It didn’t quite explain, however, why that strange person had come out of nowhere and started shooting her with a really big gun.

Sure, people got shot with guns all the time. The axis powers were as ruthless as every other enlisted man on the Ardennes front was. Nevertheless, they were not supposed to shoot a nurse. It was inconceivable!

Sakura just couldn’t shake the feeling that she had always wanted this to happen, though. Her wounded friends fallen around her, and a gun clutched in her remaining arm, shooting the daylights out of at least sixty opposing soldiers while she bled out of every cut in her body profusely and the snow fell gracefully all around.

Well, no one was on the ground—no one was around to be on the ground—she had both arms completely attached, but she was shooting the daylights out of…well, one soldier. As for her skin, it was mostly unbroken—the exception being a rather nasty paper cut on the back of her hand—and the clouds had recently exhausted themselves of snow and decided to move on, making way for the next batch of nimbostratus to dump their two cents of snow on every damn thing in sight.

There was still a reason to celebrate, however. The thrilling presence of a swastika on Mr. Crazy Soldier’s left arm.

‘One German soldier. Score.’ One German soldier who wasn’t looking too good. Showing signs of dehydration and acute delirium, which probably explained the sudden, random shooting. One German soldier who was falling on the ground, thereby causing the shooting to stop and his helmet to fly off, revealing some obnoxiously blond hair.

Oh, great. A poster Nazi boy. Tally one up for the lady in green. Wait’ll the guys hear about this one!

Sakura reluctantly threw the gun aside—shooting was fun—and ran towards the fallen enemy. Cautiously peering out of the riverside first aid canopy tent—it looked like a circus tent, for crying out loud—Sakura scanned the immediate area for more Nazi boys. You never knew where those bastards were hiding nowadays. Darting across the shallowest part of the rushing water, Sakura reached the small, icy hill where she knew the body was, readying the medical, rational part of her mind for anything she was about to see…

…except for a live body. Darn it. Sakura scowled down at the man’s groaning, bleeding form. Just when I get a break, I get more work thrown on me. This is going to be so much fun...

OMG New Fanfiction

2007-09-29T00:22:09Z

Well, I got a double-request from ivyadrena and korinacaffeine. Goodness.

Looks like I'm going to be popping out a KisaSaku and a DeiSaku here pretty soon, and I'm going to try my darndest to make both of them multi-chapters, so bear with me.

The KisaSaku is kind of hanging in the air while I think of where I want it to go, although I have some things planned for it, and the DeiSaku is pretty much there in my head, I think....and it's an AU. A World War II AU. Aparently korinacaffeine has a secret weakness for them, which I am happy to exploit, because it's fun writing it.

Well. I'm going to go write it now.

Everyone Please Take a Moment to Dance With Me, Please

2007-09-28T19:13:31Z

Oh, my God, sweet holy earl grey tea on a crumpet sandwich.

Finally.

After two hours of rummaging around the site to find out how to DO crap, I got the damn thing up. Go party while I think of something to post.