The Captain’s Log.

Bye.

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:52:16 GMT

Hey all.
Moving.
Kay, thanks.
http://topknot-forever.livejournal.com/

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 03:14:43 GMT

So anyway.......

WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO THIS WEEKEND?!

-Topknot =3

Brother Bashing........

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 03:11:44 GMT

[REPOSTED FOR ERROR]

I am liking Daniel less and less as the days go by.

What was once a simple brother/sister augments and general dislike has grown into a deep seeded resentment.

Why does he have to fucksing over my music? Chant and scream? Even after I ask him nice, and he fucks with me all afternoon/day. Then Mom is there, or worse still Dad, and its “Calm down Kristin!” “He DID NOT say it like that!”

And all this fucking money spent on this retarded BMX thing he’s suddenly into. It’ll be just like the guitar, and the rock climbing. He’ll lose interest. So what if he made nationals? To be perfectly honest, I don’t really care. And I really DON’T want to go all the way to fucking Reno on Labor Day weekend to watch him ride that loathful bicycle around and around in circles. FUCK THAT. Im going to try and talk Mom out of it. Maybe I can stay with someone. Any one wanna deal with me for three days?

FUCK.

Just…. Fuck.

More later, I’m on a vent rampage it seems.

3=

-Topknot
T..T

Well then.......=3

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 04:16:58 GMT

Haha.......
=3

Almost time to go to bed again.

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 03:10:17 GMT

The house smells [smelt] like Axe.

Am I the only girl who hates that shit?

FrindOnly.

Mon, 14 May 2007 00:53:51 GMT

From here on out this journal is:

Add me, I'll add ya back. COme in to see all the fop- er... Doddles, art, and other updates.

Part of GF.

Sun, 13 May 2007 23:11:29 GMT

Well Wiggles. You wanted to know how Shinta comes into the story.
Here's part of how it happens, the basics.

Damian knocked softly on Topknot’s office door. There was no response, and he knocked a little louder. After a few minutes of silences he walked down the hall, past her study, and to her quarter’s door.
He knocked here too, but this time he got an immediate response. “Come in.” Topknot called, and the door creaked open slowly.
He walked into her room, and realized that her great bookshelf, all the items on her desk, and her many baubles and ornaments she had collected on her world travels, where all packed up in boxes, which she had stacked under her desk. Her bed was stripped and on it lay a well used leather traveling pack that might have once been black.
He looked to his captain, running his hand over his close cropped hair. “Captain, are you leaving?”
“No,” she answered, smiling to reveal ivory teeth. “I thought I’d pack up all my things and live on the deck.”
He shook his head at her playful answer, and received another wave of shock. The woman standing before him was dressed in a way he wouldn’t have thought possible. She had traded her corset and envelope shirt for a black wrap around top that bared much more of her light skin than he had ever seen at one time. The usual men’s trousers where gone, traded for a knee length green skirt, embroidered with silver threads. Her feet where completely bare, and she wore large gold bangles on each ankle. Her mass of braids had been undone and pulled into a high horse tail. She even more slight makeup.
“Captain, where are you going?” he asked, indicating the pack.
“Well…” she hoisted the pack. “I got a message from an old companion. There’s a gathering to be held, and he has requested my presence.” Damian quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at her. “Oh don’t be silly,” she chided. “You know I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t important. Have the ship pull up port, and tell the crew I am on a mission.” She paused to think then added, “I think Wolf should have a go at running the ship.”
She walked to the still open door and blew out the lamp, and the dark walls of the room and sudden lack of light, seemed to make the room pitch black. Damian hurried out after his captain, and saw black ink on her skin under the pack straps. He had to trot to keep up with her long strides. “Captain I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” He said.
She looked down at him, as she fished in her pocket for something, fixing him with an amethyst eye. At Damian’s height of four feet the captain could be pretty intimidating. “I don’t have a tattoo.”
“But I just saw…”
She just watched him waiting for him to come to the proper answer.
“Oh!” he piped, “you have more than one?”
“I am surprised you never noticed.”
“How many do you have?”
She stopped walking, looking into the distance. He frowned; the captain had always been a bit eccentric.
“Between four and six.” She concluded, climbing the stairs to the deck. “It depends on whether or not you count a set of tattoos as two or one.”
When they came out topside, it was already dark. The sea was so gloomy; the fog concealed anything further than a few steps away. She turned to him and handed him a sealed envelope. “This is for Wolf. Do not bother waking her up, shell just bite your head off. Wait until tomaro morning.”
He nodded. “Yes captain.”
She smiled. “Good man.” She murmured, looking off into the fog. “Stay safe.” She whispered.
Damian watched her, and wondered whether she meant him, or the boat. “Aye,” he said.
She walked into the fog. Damian’s ears perked up the sound of a long, low whistle somewhere in the fog, high above him. He frowned, and began to fallow the captain. But by the time he got to the edge of the boat she was lost in the fog. It took him several minutes to realize that they where several miles from the nearest land source. Deciding not to think about it, he shook his head. The captain had always been a bit eccentric.
…….
Topknot strode along a dusty path, her feet padding silently on the reddish dirt beneath her.
Keeping her ears peeled for any noise out of the ordinary, she walked slowly, with short strides. Within the hour she would reach a village she knew, and from there it was only half a day’s walk to the place she was headed.
Somewhere in the distance a hawk cried out suddenly. She bit her lip, that noise had always made her nervous. She paused, looking along at the tall trees with dark leaves, the low lying fog, and the reddish path.
Carefully she reached into her pocket and drew out a fat gold watch. It rested comfortably in her palm, and the heavy, cold a comfort. Letting the gold link chain dangle, she began to walk again.
After about another ten minutes she heard the hawk again closer, and stopped in her tracks. She bit her bottom lip and whistled through her front teeth. She knew that a wild hawk wouldn’t come closer to her, nor was it likely to let her get close to it. Her whistle was met by a short sharp cry, and she saw a huge hawk loom towards her through the gloom. She waited and it swooped past her, and landed carefully on her pack.
She shudderd and said quietly, “Smart bird.” Normally a trained bird made straight for a shoulder, or an arm, but since she had protection on neither it had chosen to land on her pack, sparing her skin its talons. It cooed quietly at her compliment, and resettled its weight. She had only ever seen a bird this big once, and it had been an ancient raven. She didn’t much care for birds and the sheer size of this one made her edgy. If it sat on her back and spread its wings, and she spread her arms, she doubted that she could have touched its wing tips. Even with her impressive height of six feet one inch, her arms reach would still have been dwarfed b y them immensity of the bird.
“So.” She said, speaking to the bird as if it could understand her perfectly, “what brings you here this gloomy after noon, hmm?”
The bird held out a leg, stretching it out over her right shoulder. She reached up and a tiny glass phial, in which a role of parchment lay, dropped inter her empty palm. She tucked the watch away again, and uncorked the wax sealed phial. Letting the note slither from the bottle into her hand, she glanced back at the bird. Apparently it expected an immediate reply. She unrolled the black paper, and Witten on it in long, slanting letters was written in white ink:
‘You missed your appointment today. I do not appreciate tardiness, as it cuts into my valuable time. Please refrain from repeating the infraction.’
She scoffed and shoved the bottle angrily into her pocket, along with the note. She shrugged her shoulders, startling the bird off her pack. “He warned me if I didn’t hurry…” she muttered angrily. “I take it this is from my opponent?” She asked furiously, spinning to face the bird as it hovered over the path. It squawked at her indignantly, and then flew off.
Topknot called after it, “Yeah!? Tell him I said I would take my dear sweet time!”
She huffed, and wrenched the watch back out of her pocket. She ran her fingers over the gem on the front and walked down the path, trying to sooth her boiling anger. She loathed being ordered about.
She carefully measured her steps and took deep breaths. Her fingers worked carefully over the carvings on the watch.
After a few moments she carefully tucked the watch away again and drew out the tiny roll of paper. She unfurled it and scanned the paper.
She was still headed for the place that her friend had contacted her from. Thinking again she reached onto her back pocket and pulled a tan envelope from the folds of the soft green fabric. She opened it, holding the black paper between her first and middle fingers. Reading over the message from her friend again she looked past the simple words printed in the paper:
‘Dearest Topknot,
There is trouble brewing in my homeland.
A tournament is to be held, and I am to enter for the glory of my family. Topknot, the man they matched me against first is the G.O.D. I fear for my life.
-Your companion,
Kyoshro Silvermoon.’
He certainly was worried, she thought. Kyoshro had impeccable handwriting, and the letters scrawled across the page where of uneven thickness, and she knew that it must have been written in haste. The paper was also puckerd in the middle. She doubted this had been composed on a writing desk.
She looked back at the black note and looked closer at it as well. What information could she gather from this that was not written in the words? The writing was tiny and perfectly straight. It was written on expensive black paper, with white ink. She hadn’t ever seen white ink used outside of music composure or art. She tilted the paper said ways, and then flipped it completely over. She ran the back of her left hand over the back, and could feel the letters on the backside. He had a hard hand.
She put both letters away, and looked back up the path, frowning. This all seemed pieces of a puzzle…and she hadn’t the slightest clue as to what the picture would be in the end.
She knew this letter and Kyoshro’s opponent where somehow linked. Could the black note be from the G.O.D.? Just because Kyoshro’s first opponent was the infamous assassin, didn’t mean the G.O.D. wasn’t set to fight someone before.
Perhaps she was set to fight him first?
She shuddered. The rumors of the G.O.D where all vague, and of course most of them where likely to be lies. The part that bothered her most about them was that it was said that no one had ever escaped him. That was bad news, she knew. IT meant that the G.O.D was after blood as opposed to money. After all, with most assassin when they came to take you, if you offered them more money than their commissioner, then they will refrain from killing you. More than once she herself had been lucky enough to catch assassins in the act of trying to take one of her crew members while on land, and had been able to pay them off.
Topknot shook her head. Perhaps this was the reason the man was called The God Of Death.
…….
She reached the small town a little later than she had anticipated. The sun was setting over the trees than surrounded the town; witch was built in a huge clearing.
They do call these nests after all. She mused.
It was unmistakably a vampuric town. Places such as these where built to cater to the pleasures of man. She walked into the town, down the main street, and saw that her assumption had been correct. A Brothel disguised as a stately country inn was situated at the end of the main street, and the windows of most houses and shops had the curtains drawn. Doors where left opened, inviting passersby into smoky musty rooms. Women stood on corners, smiling at men as they passed, flicking short skirts over their knees. On one side of the brothel was a three level house, lit up with colored lanterns. Loud talking issued from the neon painted building, and as she got closer, she saw through the huge bay windows men sitting at huge round tables, flipping cards and shuffling clay disks across the tables. She stopped a few steps away from the building, and saw luck charms painted along the frame of the door, and the sign hanging over it had a huge pair of red dice on it. She chuckled, and looked to the other side of the ‘inn’. There was a pub, also painted garish colors. She grinned and headed that way. It had been a while since she had been in a proper pub.
…….
When she entered through the orange painted door, and was delighted at the size of the pub. Repositioning her yellow tinted glasses, she walked into the expansive room. Not only where there tables of various sizes, but a bar at witch fifty men could sit stretched across two walls, curving around a corner into a darkened hall.
As she made her way to the bar she noted that the only woman here wore tight fitting clothes that glittered in the dim light, carrying treys to the tables. Men leered at them from across the room. They held their heads high and merely smiled as the men called out invitations to them.
Topknot sat at the bar, and smiled at the bar keep as he eyed her from a few stations away. E walked to her, swiping out an already dirty glass with a filthy rag.
“We haven’t any room here for more table maids.” He grunted, fixing her with a red eye, that glowed dimly in the poorly lit room.
Vampire, Topknot thought ruefully. Their spices had two kinds. Extremely polite, and extremely rude. She decided that acting herself was the best way to talk to this man. She smiled at him, allowing her glasses to slip to the end of her nose. She saw that he watched her with more interest now. “Good maro barkeep.” She purred. “I am in need of an inn.” She continued as he opened his mouth, “And not a brothel.” She allowed her pirate swagger to enter her voice, “Might there be a room here that I could persuade you to surrender for the night?”
“What’s your name, miss?” he asked, and she saw a small smile creep across his face.
She had a hunch he already knew. It seemed as if her reputation proceed her in many places, thus her idea to dress as a simple wood elf. She tiled her head and the glasses slipped back into place. “Well, it seems as if you all ready know that.”
He nodded. “Ar. Well, there are a few nicer rooms to be had, but not here.” He chuckled darkly. “Not for a woman such as yourself, at any rate.”
She nodded. “So? Where be these ‘nicer rooms’?”
He stood up straight and resumed pushing the grime around the inside of the glass again. “There’s a small building behind the Brothel. It’s owned by the same man, but meant to…er, cater to people who wish for a quiet night.”
Topknot nodded slowly, her eyes straying to the back wall, where thousands of bottles were shelved, lit from above so that they each glowed a different warm color. She said, “All right. But there’s still a while before it would be acceptable to turn in…” Her eyes trailed along a line of bottles with clear fluid. She grinned at the bartender, pushing her glasses to the bride of her nose. “I suppose there’s time for a drink.”
.......

Spent over 250 bucks on my new room decoration...

Sun, 13 May 2007 05:23:18 GMT

"Is looks like india and a pirate had a basterd child, and the child puked in my room!"

From a convo with Link. I shall reveal my new room when its complete.

FINALY got my Sweet Sixteen photos. Shall scan tomaro, if anyone still cares to see?

Off to continue working on my room and eat...watch my shows.

Still Bored.

Fri, 11 May 2007 04:56:55 GMT

http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=23306

Fri, 11 May 2007 04:43:39 GMT

Ah yes.

I actualy SURFED THE NET today.

Somthing I Dont normaly do.

And I founf some pretty cool stuff.

Ever been playing a video game and had to pee? Try this one: http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=23305

Ever wonderd what it would be like the play that old astorid game on drugs? Meet my new pall: http://www.yogames.net/yogames/luminara_game.html

I bet youl find this entertaining: http://www.gottabet.com/

Pics.

Thu, 10 May 2007 00:54:20 GMT

So um…yeah.

Pilgrim. She wont leave me be!

Haha. While my PE class dances the Swing I sit in the office and draw.

Some of the ladies of LTT… except for Topknot, Kitt, and Garish. Man Id love to put her in there though. Whoever can name the most gets a prize!

Ah… old. Yes quite…

And… Pilgrim again!!!!!!! This is how most of my humans end up… Part of a bigger pic.

Wed, 09 May 2007 01:33:11 GMT

The nightmares come back.
I'm afraid to sleep sometimes.
These images…

I actually fell asleep at lunch today.

Thanks btw Cyn.

Rant,Vent...

Tue, 08 May 2007 04:21:25 GMT

This is so strange.
Happy.
Sad.
Love.
Excitement.
Anger.
Pain.
Jealousy.
Lust.
Anxiety.

Not necessarily in that order but…

I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry!

What ever I did, just love me like you used to…
And no, you who think I’m talking about you, its someone else.

I want to pull you closer,
But I’m pretty sure I’m just pushing you away.

I FEEL SO FUCKING FAKE.
Wake up.
FEEL ANXIOUS,
Pee and stuff,
Shower if need be,
Get dressed,
Load myself with baubles, and jewelry.
FEEL ANXIOUS
Did I do everything in the right order?
Eat breakfast [or more likely take it with me]
Get in the car.
FEEL ANXIOUS.
Giggle about whatever Sarah and Noname have to say.
Feel slightly more optimistic.
Add up numbers on license plates and addresses.
FEEL ANXIOUS.
Pull up in front of school.
FEEL ANXIOUS.
Walk to first period.
FEEL ANXIOUS.
In class
Distracted,
Chipper even.
Walk to second…
FEEL ANXIOUS!!!!!!!

The whole fucking day.

Then when school is over,
If I get asked to go somewhere,
I’m usually to ANXIOUS to go!

But on a less vague note.
I need a bigger memory card for the Canon.

Oh and of course…there’s this:

Someone, tell me when I get to be the normal one. The one who doesn’t obsess over things.

Please.

Sun, 06 May 2007 20:58:27 GMT

Well. That was interesting.

And now, as I sit and eat my lunch and drink my drink, my parents have informed me that I spend to much time on the comp. Witch I do. So they're taking it away.

Shit.

What the fuck else am I supposed to do? This hick town...
I rarly get invited to go places.
And when i do, 80 percent of the time Mom or Dad come up with a reason for me not to go.
"Your not old enough."
"Your not alowed to ride in cars witout an adult."
"No parents? No way."

10 Percent of the time... anxiety.
For a while there, it was getting better.
But noe all these thing i obsess over are atking over my life!
SHITFUCK i need to talk to Jennifer.

...Yeah.
I might not be on for a while.

Fri, 04 May 2007 00:52:05 GMT

Out of reach
but not to far...

DREAD.......

Talk tonight...

Fri, 04 May 2007 00:27:32 GMT

Im so not happy.

Dont
know
how
this
will
all

go

down.

I dont uderstand,
what she thinks
we will acomplish with this.

Wed, 02 May 2007 22:02:16 GMT

Ok. Please disregard my last entry and let me make it a little more clear.

There are certain people at my school that are causing problems. And I’m sure some of them are doing it on propose and some aren’t. I'm just very stressed right now… case in point, last night I got so upset, I but through my bottom lip. Sounds stupid I know. Just punctured the lining on the inside with my eyetooth, an extra bit of skin I have there from a previous mouth injury.

I just really need someone who I can reveal myself completely to, lay out all my bits and pieces, even the broken ones, and have that person be OK with every bit of me.

Hopefully it will all be resolved soon, so please don’t worry about me. I really am fine.

I just need a little love right now.

Tue, 01 May 2007 03:50:13 GMT

Am I ticking you all off
as much as some of you are ticking me off?

Don’t worry if its you, you know who you are.

Have I gone through some dramatic change that I can’t see?
Do you see what it is I’m trying to hide from all of you?

Why do I feel so...different?
Isolated?

Even telling my problems isn’t working right now.
Maybe I’m just not telling the right people.

Or because I'm holding back,
afraid my feelings might make you hate and shun me...
more than some of you all ready have.

Or maybe its because I need less flaky friends.

The kind that are concerned about you in something other than a school setting.

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 05:17:44 GMT

Its just a jump to the left.
And then a step to the right.
Put your hands on your hips.
And put your knees inside.

THEN DO THE PELVIC THRUST!

Lets do the Time Warp again!

Ignore this please! Lol.

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:56:51 GMT

The Other Side.
Chapter one: Who is this?

He sat high above a city, inches away from a huge fall. Wind swirled around him, blowing a soft smell of wood smoke past him. A black cloak billowed darkly around him, rippling in the breeze. His left hand was sticky.

He leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the city. The sun was setting and it glittered with hundreds of tiny lights. It was so inviting. Yet, he couldn’t go down there, he wasn’t allowed.

He felt a tiny flutter of fear as he continued to lean forward, and realized he couldn’t lean back. He fell forward, and in a final attempt to save himself threw his arm up. Why did he still clutch that stupid popsicle?

‘Roxas!’

He looked up desperately, a flash of red and black, and then all was dark.

“Roxas…”

He grunted, unwilling to leave sleep behind. Rolling he took the checkered covers with him.

“Roxas. Get up.”

“Butidoonwana!” Roxas moaned, thumping to the floor.

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:29:47 GMT

Well Sam was supposed to be here an hour and five minutes ago.

This weekend was cool so far.

Friday Mom got me from school early cause Daniel got to miss school to turkey hunt. We went to lunch with Sam and Cris. First time I've gotten to be around him for more than a few minutes. We got Chinese food.

Then we went to Pizzrea Travene [After taking Sam and Criss back to town...] for dinner for Marcella's birthday. Her Dad gave us a credit card and told us to go wild. And we did indeed. It was cool cause it was the original gang, the kids from RLS that I learned a now fading love of anime from and my hobby of RPG. We orderd Meat Ball Sliders, Garlic Bread, Two plates of Calamari, One fairly big ceazer salad, and a Large Pizza for dinner. And this other thing I cant really remember what it was. So we ate, caught up, and goofed off. Its strange to see how much we have all changed over the last two years, but still get along like we used to. Then came desert in many forms, for me it was a chocolate gallatto. Oh my goodness. Hyper? More like drunk. So, then Chelsea made Stephanie and me go out side and we spazzed near a big pretty fountain they have over there.

Then after Marcella took care of the check, she walked away with this girl that was sorta a tag along. They totally ditched us.

Chelsea's Dad came and got us, and she Stephanie and I drove to Marcella's house, got her and her friend, and went to Chelsea's house.

Where the real fun began.

See, Chelsea has this digital camera with a ton of memory. Enough to FILM 10 minutes of hilarity before needing to be stored. Chelsea is also an amazing photographer. So she took pictures, and filmed. Problem was, with all the sugar, loud music, the pool, dancing, stripping, grinding, singing, joking, falling, and posing, we had no idea she was filming.

So she has several videos of me, dancing to shit music i hated. Also, doing the time warp [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDCcb3zRl8U]. Haha.

Also vids of Marcella educating the extremely white Stephanie on how to "Shake her ass", me talking about a padded bra I have, me doing the "To the Wall" dance, the girl who's name I cant remember, Marcella, and Stephanie doing the "Snap Yo Finngas" dance, and a few others.

There where of course a shit load of awesome pictures.

Any one want to see those videos?

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 15:54:47 GMT

Have you ever listened to Queen's “Bohemian Rhapsody” with only one head phone? Dude.

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 20:38:06 GMT

Ahhhh... The Web Desighn teacher isnt here...a whole class of whatever I want...

To bad though, we're learining fireworks, and what comes next? FLASH!

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 23:06:05 GMT

This is one of those times,
You grab your self hard by the shoulders,
And give yourself a good shake.

This is one of those times,
You grab yourself by the scruf of your neck,
And pick yourself up.

This is one of those times,
You fuck the fuckers,
And thank God for the great friends you where blessed with.

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 22:05:18 GMT

Funny,
it always seems like the sadder I am, the more happy I act. It’s strange and makes me feel fake. But I’m so tired of EMO bulshit. I know how it is to have it crammed down your thought, and I don’t want to lave a bad taste in anyone's mouth. I have a meeting with Jennifer today. Perhaps that will help?

I just need to learn to let these things go.
Even though this week sucked balls,
and last week sucked ass,
what’s to say this weekend wont be great,
and that next week wont be amazing?

There’s some logix in there, right?