Hello, I'm scratchmist. You might also know me as Isa, or mellish.

I'm nineteen. I like to write. I also like sugar and stationery characters.

This is my personal journal, where I post sporadically about fandom and rl. A lot of entries are friendslocked; if you would like to friend me, you're very much welcome to do so. Please leave a comment, so that I can add you back.

If you're looking for fic, most of my writings are posted at etceteralish. There is some old fic in this journal, but I will be posting there from now on. Comments and concrit are always appreciated.

Thanks for visiting!

( The finer points of this week. )

Now, on a completely unrelated note - can anyone tell me how exactly springkink works? Like how do you sign up and claim prompts? 8D Not that I'm...inclined to kinkfic, but they have gen stuff in there too, right? Right?

I don't expect to write much for the next six months, but if I can survive July, I think hope I'll be okay.

Have a poem.

Swine Flu
I have never had to wash my hands
so frequently.

...Somebody let me go back to school, please. I have an Accounting test on July 2 and have only attended a grand total of ONE lecture for that class. Basically I've been reading my textbooks and taking notes like crazy (except for stat, stat is still out of stock) and doing what I can for Recweek. I am demoralized. I have not missed so much school in a long time.

Never go to a public hospital to get testing for the virus. That is all.

And now I will leave you guys this beautiful thing I found last December. It is a HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL FANFIC about Chad and Ryan. Written by rageprufrock. Yeah, you read that right. Fic. About High School Musical. Where Ryan is awesome and Chad is sweaty. Ryan is the only person I could really stand to watch in those movies (still haven't seen the third). I know, I couldn't believe I was actually reading it, either, but it's beautifully written and makes you feel GAY RYAN LOVE, so there. 8D

EDIT: Actually. I still don't know if it's swine flu or not. One minute they're telling me positive, the next they're saying results aren't out yet. Blah blah faxing faxing, whatever it was, I'm recovered. Please, RITM and Lung Center, get your acts together.

This Week.

Random sickness: Hey beb 8D
Me: DO NOT WANT. D:
Everyone: OMG AH1N1!
Lung Center: Sorry, testing results not out yet.
MVP Book Center: Btw, yer stat book is out of stock.
Schoolwork: *Joyfully piles up*
Fics: We shall be stubborn and difficult!
Thermometer: Surprise, still 38.7 degrees!

Uh, what else. Totally loving Sappho's poetry, recently. I love the gut-quality of it, for example:

because I prayed
this word:
I want

ISN'T IT GORGEOUS.

Also, while lolling about feverishly on the bed, I finished Robin McKinley's Spindle's End. I haven't read too many books this year (I know, there's something wrong with me, okay, I have forgotten how to read), but I was deeply impressed with this one. If I could spin a magic story as neatly as that, I would be happy. Then again I am a sucker for fairytale retellings. And a part of the ending totally made me go 'no, she wouldn't do that -- OMG SHE DID!'

( Bizzare trend I've noticed in Fantasy books. )

( Britain's Got Talent linkspam )


( Also. I never knew - Star Trek is kind of like Harry Potter, but in space! Cut for spoilers. )

...for Dinosaur Porn.

Yes, you read that right. You can submit prose, poetry, and non-fiction relating to terrestrial reptiles doing sexually explicit things! Send submissions to pornsaurus@gmail.com.

Found it in a publishing website recommended by one of my workshop co-fellows. I think it is all kinds of awesome. Kind of like legit tentacle porn? I mean. I know I will probably never be possessed to write one, but, you know. Perhaps there is a bone in me capable of Pterodactyl/T-rex love? OT3 with Triceratops? Imagine the lashing tails! Roaring! Violence! The ravished landscape afterwards!

...okay, sorry. I just find it highly amusing. You have to click on the link to read their hilarious definitions, but it isn't a joke.

On a less, uh, voyeuristic note. Philippine Speculative Fiction V is now open to contributions. If you have a local fantasy/horror/sci-fi story written, you might want to give it a shot. There's nothing to lose. And you do not need any literary credentials at all to submit. Not sure if I will be submitting this year, since everyone knows how old The Dance of the Storm is, also, the only new thing I can seem to think of is MAGICAL PAN DE SAL, but who knows. 8D

( Submission details here. )

Aaaand now I shall go back to studying. Yes.

99.9% of what I can read is still really conjecture (and sound effects!), but that doesn't stop me from trying. I can actually make some sense of the raws. It's amazing. *weeps*

( Re: Kuroshitsuji Chapter 33. Spoilers, obviously. )

In other news: have totally forgotten how to study. Help me. Freaking hell, it will be so embarrassing when I take the SAT in June and my score will be no different from my high school score. *cries* Why do I always fail at the essays? Ugh. And I forgot high school math already. Angles? Composite numbers? What does it all meaaaan. D:

From Wild Mind, by Natalie Goldberg:

I met a doctor the other night who told me he had always wanted to be a writer.

I nodded. People always tell me that. Then I paused. A doctor? There have been several doctors who have said the same thing to me. The way I was brought up, a doctor was it! They had money, prestige. They were helping humanity.

Then I thought to myself, "You know, I've never met a writer who wanted to be anything else. They might bitch about something they're writing or their poverty, but they never say they want to quit. They might stop for a few months, but those who have bitten down on the true root do not abandon it, and if they do abandon it they become crazy, drunk, or suicidal."

( Writing is elemental. )

I have half a mind to steal this book from the library. Really.

Thank you, yahoo homepage, for distracting me yet again.

I think this kid is much better than Susan Boyle. I mean, I liked Susan Boyle, especially because of her lady-under-the-stairs look, but I thought Paul Potts was much better. Or maybe I just couldn't hear her so well because the audience was so noisy. And apparently they've also discovered an amazing fake!ballerina singer girl. I thought her whole 'I'm going to be dancing' thing was really off, considering how she was obviously there to sing.

In other words, go Shaheen, I hope you win! I will be sad if ever the day comes when he loses his voice (like the kid in The House of the Scorpion, who couldn't sing like an angel anymore once he hit puberty. The idea of that makes me so sad). Also, you know I like to watch dancing children. Apparently I also like to watch them sing. *u*

( Now click for something REALLY REALLY SCARY. I kid you not. It will give you nightmares, and make you cry. )

I warned you. 8D

From Two Poems About Poetry, by Nico Alvarado-Greenwood:

That we can only write
the poems we can write
is tautological but true.

But I don't want to!
I want to write the poems
I can't write.

---

I love Google's definition search thing.
Tautological: using repetition or excessive wordiness; redundant use of words.

Other news: I am letting two stories simmer. Another two are sitting in my inbox blinking at me. I have no idea how I end up writing these things in the CTC CompLab, especially when I'm so paranoid that someone's going to look over my shoulder and point a finger at it. I end up typing in Yahoo Mail in the smallest Garamond font. x_x

Also, I now know how to do T-statements and Trial Balances. And, uh, how to do a lot of fancy commands on MSWord that I will probably still never use, but. At least I know them.