"Wow, Sarutobi-Sensei...You're a perv." ~Little!Jiraiya

Forgot to post this.

I had sex with a boy for the first time.

Hmm...

I'm just unbelievably frustrated right now. I just got out of a voice lesson, and I don't think anyone has ever infuriated me that much. If it wasn't a shitty enough day already, I walk in the room and she starts up with "Now, why were you late to the workshop this morning?"
Well, my alarm didn't go off, and I was about 15 minutes late, but I wasn't the only one.
And then as snarky as humanly possible, she says "Mh-hm. Well you'll want to be careful because they take attendance and you were marked absent today.
Okay fine. It's not that big a deal, I can take a snarky comment.
But we get started on the music, and it's like she's cutting me down over every tiny thing, not to mention that I'm not allowed to sing arias, I can't sing in anything but English or Italian, and when I mentioned singing Der Erlkonig for an audition, she said, "Well that song is good for richer voices in lower registers. It's a good song, but YOU just wouldn't be able to sing it well."
So now I'm really starting to get pissed, and I'm waiting for this stupid lesson to just be over. And we start talking about an Italian book that I'll need, and I politely tell her that I don't have the money to go out and buy anything right now, I'll have to wait until things aren't so tight.
Her response:
"Oh. Don't you have a credit card?"
Yes. Yes, fabulous idea. Let's suggest that a broke 18 year old girl who is completely unsupported by her parents, who occasionally has money for FOOD only by the grace of the woman she lives with right now, let's suggest with that air of snobby, out-of-touch, over-indulged bullshit, that she get a credit card and start putting herself in debt, all because she's a freshman, and she's not allowed to sing the music (well over 200 songs, and $100 spent that I didn't have, by the way) that she has.
And it's this fake, uptight, snobbish personality that really just makes me completely unable to even talk candidly to, let alone relate to, this woman. I tried, honestly, I tried really hard to like her.
But I don't. And I don't know what to do. But I just dread going to my lessons, I hate them, I hate that I'm not allowed to sing what I want to sing, I hate that she acts as if an aria would be beyond my skill level, when I've been singing them fairly well for four years. I hate that she can't play the piano well enough to accompany me, so I'll have to start paying an accompanist to come to my lessons. It's money I don't have, and if it keeps up, I'm going to have to change my major.
Or study music somewhere else.
But I love the rest of my classes, I love the rest of my teachers, especially in opera. I just wish I'd had him for private lessons, because I relate to him, he's laid back and cool, and I feel like he could really teach me something without holding me back. I hear his students singing in their lessons, and they actually get around to singing. Listening to the recordings of my lessons, I realized that ninety percent of the time is her talking at me. Not even to me. At me.
It's so utterly infuriating that I considered walking out today.
I need to do something, whether that's talk to my advisor and find a new private voice teacher or just grin and bear it or what, I'm not sure.
I just can't wait to start work and finally have something to do that's not related to school.

Oh my god...

I might die...

But it's cool. I'm learning more in the first couple of weeks than I ever have.

Loving it.

I may have to take a lighter schedule next semester, though.

So, karmically speaking, a friend of mine and I have done something a bit iffy.
This girl has been basically fucking up my life and the lives of everyone she's come in contact with for a few years now. The sad thing is, a lot of people who she thinks are her friends have sided with us behind her back. In fact, the friend who helped me with this is a person that she considers herself close to. I'd normally feel sorry for her, but what she does to people is absolutely monstrous.
Anyway, she finally just went too far.
We had tried simple bindings before that would make her unable to do harm to others, and they would work for a while, but then fade.
So a little while back, after everything came to a head, my friend and I went down to our place where we do rituals and did a full bind/trap of all of her spiritual power.
Karmically speaking, it's iffy.
But I believe that everything has a reason and a purpose, and the crux of the matter is, she was hurting people worse and worse.
I'm not going into specifics in case she's lurking on here (entirely possible, as most of my things, facebook, email, etc have a link or two between them), but it seems to have already started working.
What's more, we believe she made a last attempt to lash out at me the night I hurt my ankle. We were afraid that the Law of Three had finally gotten to us, but nothing has happened to my friend, who was an equal participant in the ritual. She knew I might do something of the sort, but not him, so that's what we think happened there.
Anyway, since the effects seem to be setting in, I thought it would be okay to post this here.
Not only has her life been hellish since, it's removed her from mine, which I am eternally thankful for.
I'm just glad this phase of my life is over.
It's about damn time I had an opportunity to settle down with the person I love and concentrate on building a life for ourselves.

And just a note, it you think it's you, it's not. Don't flatter yourself. Your brand of psychic vampirism is a little easier to handle, trust me.

Because if you hadn't done what you did, we wouldn't have been where we were when we were.
And things wouldn't be how they are.
But that's okay.
Because if something were meant to happen it would.
And maybe she'll grow up.
And maybe I'll get a clue.
And maybe you'll stop creating drama.
Maybe.

Title: Cake
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: R (this chapter rated PG)
Pairings (*=in this chapter): *Iruka/Naruto, Jiraiya/Naruto, Kakashi/Naruto, Naruto/Sasuke, Kakashi/Sasuke, Lee/Gaara, Shikamaru/Neji...many more implied, possibly more with devoted chapters, if I feel like it.
Summary: Naruto knows what he wants. But, as with everything, he ends up taking a little too much. Eventually, he finds himself in a love dodecahedron that engulfs much of the village. SLASH with too many pairings to list. Each pairing will get at least a chapter with IruNaru, KakaNaru, and JirNaru getting at least two or three.

CAKE, a Naruto Fic

Chapter One

Iruka turned over, barely awake. Something felt off. When he opened his eyes, he realized why. Naruto was perched on the edge of the bed, his knees drawn up to his chin.
“Naruto?” he slurred drowsily. “What’re you doing here?”
The boy shrugged. “Just...felt like it.”
His voice was flat and quiet, his usual growl gone. Something was very, very wrong.
Iruka sat up, slinging an arm around Naruto’s shoulders. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”
Naruto sniffled pathetically. “Nothing...it’s just...okay, it’s like if someone baked you a cake for your birthday. And it was huge and awesome and you couldn’t wait to eat it. And they put it down in front of you, and you’re about to stick your fork in, and they say you can’t have any.”
Iruka stifled a laugh. “So who did you try to stick your fork in?”
Naruto blushed, burying his face in his hands. “Nobody! It’s just an anachronism!”
“You mean an analogy?” Iruka asked coolly, pulling Naruto to his chest anyway.
“Whatever.” The kid’s tone was angry, but a little scratching behind the ears and he melted into Iruka’s arms.
“So who’s your cake?” Iruka laughed, kissing the top of Naruto’s head, smelling his hair. He smelled sweet, like...
Cake...he thought. That’s exactly what it is, isn’t it?
“I don’t wanna say.”
“Well,” said Iruka mischievously. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”
Naruto’s ears perked up. “You have a crush on somebody?” he asked, “No way! Aren’t you a little old for that?”
“Naruto, I’m only twenty five.”
Naruto giggled. “Oh, yeah. Sorry...Wait a minute!” Suddenly, yelling, Naruto sounded a little more like his usual self. “You have a crush on somebody? Who is it? Tell me! Come on, Iruka Sensei!”
Naruto had climbed Iruka, and was apparently trying to physically squeeze the answer out of him.
“Alright, alright,” Iruka laughed, rolling out from under the kid and righting himself. “You first, though.”
Naruto paled suddenly, remembering why he had come to Iruka in the first place.
“No way,” he said flatly. “I’m not telling, and anyway, you probably don’t even know hi--this person.”
This time, it was Iruka’s ears that perked up. “Naruto...” he said softly, the scar across his face crinkling with concern.
“What?” the boy snapped defensively.
Iruka smiled, rubbing a palm up Naruto’s back. “You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t judge you, and I won’t tell anyone else.”
Naruto shrugged. “I just don’t wanna tell anybody. Nothing personal.”
Iruka sighed sadly and squeezed Naruto’s shoulder. “Okay...So are you staying the night, or do you want me to walk you home?”
“I can really stay here? Awesome!” said Naruto, pulling off his jacket and pants and tossing them to the floor. Iruka nearly passed out, but kept his cool as the boy -- now wearing only his t-shirt and boxers -- burrowed under the covers. He scratched his head and turned out the light. He considered going to sleep on the couch, but decided against it. He trusted himself not to take advantage of Naruto, and besides, if he slept on the couch, he couldn’t watch Naruto sleep.

So, I'm not even going to go into the details of last night. It sucked. Royally, in every way, except for the part where I went to the river with my gay pagan protege and his protege and did religious stuff. But then I slipped and seriously sprained my ankle. As in, the sound the cartilage made was so loud that I thought I had broken it. I spent most of last night with an ice-pack strapped to it, which hurt way more than the actual damage. I couldn't sleep, so I took nyquil and slept for 13 hours. I can't walk on it, so I'll be on crutches for a while. Although, our house has stairs on either way out, so I won't be leaving the house for a couple of weeks. I can't even leave the bedroom very often because the crutches hurt and our hallways are really narrow. My ankle was swollen to the size of a tennis ball last night, and now it's down by about half, but just about every blood vessel in it is broken and the entire area is one big bruise. It's stiff, too, so it really hurts to move it. I'll be alright, but I've never been hurt more than a cut or bruise here and there, so I'm definitely not used to it. At least it gives me time to think about things, and more importantly, give myself some space from certain people. I'm pretty disgusted with a lot of people right now, and with the drama. I really thought I missed my high school friends, but...I dunno. I don't miss everybody being upset when they'd be fine if they didn't get hung up over stupid shit. 

Sara and I are working on putting it together. So far we have a few guitar lines and the line for the vocalization.
This is vaguely...okay, yeah, it's pretty much fanfiction for Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's Good Omens.

OUR SONG

Call me your angel
I’ll be waiting on the grass
By the lake
For your shaded eyes
In the night

Your voice is bread on the water
Your laugh is like a stone
In the stomach of a swan
We go to dine and a nightingale hums
Our song

(hum-y vocalized line)

Call me the devil
I’ll tell you I’m not quite
And reach out
For your painted hand
In the dark

Your voice is a light in the lane
Your laugh is like a dance
On the head of a silver pin
We go to dine and a nightingale hums
Our song

(vocalization)

Because when she sings
She sings for us
Wallflowers
Angels dressed in black and white

Your voice is bleeding yellow and blue
Your laugh is like Vivaldi
Left in the car too long
We go to dine and a nightingale hums
Our song

(vocalization)

Because I'm having a Jiraiya-obsessed moment.

I punched her in the face.
Great.