Now I don't often get a chance to see my cousins from Melbourne, especially since they stopped coming to Sydney for Christmas or we stopped going to Melbourne, but seriously I love them to bits. The last time I saw them, and my aunt, was for a much sadder occasion and it was good to see them for a happier one this time around, along with my second cousin John.
They're an interesting bunch of people my family. You have My cousin Rebecca is about 6'2", maybe 6'3", basically this giant of a girl who towers in height over everyone in the family, including all our male relatives. She's just finished studying Agricultural science, which
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emsconverse is doing this year, but Rebecca's always seemed posh so it's strange to hear she's been sheering sheep. Which is not to say that there's anything wrong with that but she's a very city sort of seeming girl. Of course it makes more sense when you find out that she's doing it to become a wine... person...Then there's my cousin Rachel, Rebecca's sister, who is not as tall as Rebecca. I actually think she's shorter then me. Anyway she's training to be a cop... I think that's right. Not really a strange career choice, I mean I could picture her in a uniform and everything. Of course it's a little scarier in Victoria. I mean I'm sure that hole in that window I saw while I was down there was a bullet hole. It was the right size!
Their mother, and my aunt, Luise is this fabulous woman. Everytime I see her I just wish I got a chance to see her more. I don't know why but I love the sound of her voice.
Anyway, it was a great party and I went around with my dad's camera and took about 250 photos, well I took about 150 maybe. my parents took the rest.
So bye for now
Caly
- Location:HOME
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:Rock DJ by Robbie Williams
Title: Learning To Breathe Alone
Author: Profiler Charlee
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not so much to say I don’t own anything but this story is connected to my Numb3rs fanfic. So anyway I don’t own Numb3rs or any of the songs used.
Summary: Nothing in life is every that easy, and as hard as it is to say goodbye sometimes you just have to, even if you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with that person.
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Learning to Breathe Alone
( Part 5: You Just Have To Learn To Move On )
- Location:Home
Title: Learning To Breathe Alone
Author: Profiler Charlee
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not so much to say I don’t own anything but this story is connected to my Numb3rs fanfic. So anyway I don’t own Numb3rs or any of the songs used.
Summary: Nothing in life is every that easy, and as hard as it is to say goodbye sometimes you just have to, even if you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with that person.
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Learning to Breathe Alone
( Part 4: Some Things Are Just Hard To Forget )
- Location:Home
- Music:Tell Me Why by Taylor Swift
Title: Learning To Breathe Alone
Author: Profiler Charlee
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not so much to say I don’t own anything but this story is connected to my Numb3rs fanfic. So anyway I don’t own Numb3rs or any of the songs used.
Summary: Nothing in life is every that easy, and as hard as it is to say goodbye sometimes you just have to, even if you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with that person.
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Learning to Breathe Alone
( Part 3: I Really Do Wish You the Best In All You Do )
- Location:Home
- Music:Breathe by Taylor Swift ft Colbie Caillat
Title: Learning To Breathe Alone
Author: Profiler Charlee
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not so much to say I don’t own anything but this story is connected to my Numb3rs fanfic. So anyway I don’t own Numb3rs or any of the songs used.
Summary: Nothing in life is every that easy, and as hard as it is to say goodbye sometimes you just have to, even if you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with that person.
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Learning to Breathe Alone
- Location:Home
- Music:You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift
Title: Learning To Breathe Alone
Author: Profiler Charlee
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Not so much to say I don’t own anything but this story is connected to my Numb3rs fanfic. So anyway I don’t own Numb3rs or any of the songs used.
Summary: Nothing in life is every that easy, and as hard as it is to say goodbye sometimes you just have to, even if you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with that person.
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Learning to Breathe Alone
( Part 1: The Hardest Thing to Do Is Say Goodbye )
- Location:Home
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:There Are Worse Things I Could Do from Grease
On September 29th this year my computer shut down and erased everything - icons, pictures, music, stories, my own song lyrics, microsoft word... Which was okay, I guess... I mean what could I do about it, right?
I still had most of my music on my ipod, and i'd printed out a lot of songs and stories and some of my icons were in photobucket. Of course I did lose all this unfinished, work-in-progress stuff, my list of passwords, and an essay I wrote in school that I rather liked... and I think this book I pretty much wrote on Caesar (I was bored one night).
So all in all it was a dent, a bit upsetting but nothing major and my mother said she'd call the computer guy to look at it.
It's now November, almost two months later and I'm still waiting for that to actually happen, and while I'm waiting I'm using my father's old computer which is driving me BATTY. The thing is completely shit, good for small amounts of use but my god there is hardly any file space on it.
Anyway on the 9th, I think it was, of October I go out on a Friday night to have dinner with my friends in the city, which is not part of my usual Friday routine at all, and my wallet and my gameboy DS get stolen right out of my bag!
And then this month on the 13th of November I press the wrong button on itunes and it's bye bye to my music collection, which if you know me at all is amazingly large and like most of my life. So I've spent the past few hours trying to remember every single song and artist I had on my ipod and where I can possibly find these things.
The funny thing about all this is how sort of unperturbed I am by it. I mean if this had happened back when I was in school I would have curled up into a ball and cried for hours. I don't know, maybe it means that I'm growing up or just more Zen then I was before.
I don't know, whatever the reason I'm glad I still have my friends and my parents... Oh and my pets, of course.
- Location:Bed
- Music:Breathe by Taylor Swift ft Colbie Caillat
How I wish you would go,
though every time you leave,
I alway miss you so,
heehee a small poem written in one minute. I wrote another little verse but i didn't like it, so you won't get to see it.
Hello to all those people who actually bother to read anything that I have to say, and have missed me for not writing anything at all in the past months.
I am currently working on an essay at the moment (that's due tomorrow) and as my dear friend Emma keeps telling me at certain intervals 'I don't want to do this essay.' Of course I'll do it because I have to, though i suppose I could chose not to even though I know I won't because it's stupid idea not to.
Oh, sweet distraction!
how you send me on a tangent,
make me think of things.
i don't have time to do yet,
ha, another verse, now I feel creative... goodo.
Oh, sweet distraction!
how you leave me craving,
I know if I'm not careful,
you will make me cave in,
Oh, sweet distraction!
You're sort of like the rain,
you make the thoughts of procastination,
Grow within my brain,
Oh, sweet distraction,
How I wish you'd go away,
and come, come again,
another day,
:P anyway, back to work.
Caly
- Location:lounge room
- Mood: chipper
- Music:One Of These Days - Michelle Branch
I found a number of the textures and brushes on Deviant Art but a couple of them came from sites and live journal.
Currently I have not made any textures myself, so I'd just like to state quite clearly that none of the textures belong to me, and I don't really know how to make brushes.
( We Have the resources )
- Mood:
frustrated - Music:Make Believe by Kari Kimmel
There are more coming later... but this is what I've got now.
Preview:
- Location:Living Room
- Mood:accomplished
- Music:My Manic and I by Laura Marling
I'm back, sorry but this entry is only going to be really short.
I'd like to say a hey-de-ho to all my friends that bother to read this and hope you're all doing well.
Alright ta ta
Caly
Title: His Perfect Woman
Author: Profiler Charlee
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Smallville, or any of its characters. If I did I’d probably be writing for the show instead of coming up with fanfics, so please don’t sue me.
Summary: The thought of someone like Lois had never even crossed his mind but looking at her in his arms now he couldn’t see how she couldn’t be.
- Location:my bean bag
- Mood:accomplished
- Music:Konstantine by Something Corporate
Title: Running Away From Home
Author: ProfilerCharlee
Rating: PG-13
Categories: General/Romance
Spoilers: Rose
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who it belongs to the BBC. The last part is the ending of the Rose episode.
Summary: Pre-series and beginning of the Series story about Rose Tyler before the Doctor. It also shows a little bit of her afterwards
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- Mood: satisfied
- Music:Seconds Away by Amy Studt
Congrats, you got Harry (The Hero).
Background - You were sorted into Slytherin. At first the hat wasn't sure where to put you, but then it saw how much Ambition you have so that's where you end up. You become best friends with Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, becuase you don't share the same views on muggleborns as other Slytherins do.
Even though Hermione was a friend of yours you rather disliked Harry Potter, becuase you thought he was arrogant and too full of himself. He didn't seem to like you much either, which was fine with you.
Love Story - You stayed after in Transfiguration to help Professor McGonagall with some things. After you finished in there you started to leave the classroom but someone bumped into you. You and all your books fell onto the floor. You didn't bother to look up and see who it was, so you just started to pick your things up.
The person who also bumped into you did the same, finally there was one book left. Your hands touched and you noticed the mystery person was a guy. Your eyes met and you both pulled away in disgust. It was Harry Potter.
"I can get it myself." You snap after pulling away.
"Didn't look that way to me." Harry said standing back up.
"Just stay away from me Potter!" You bend down and pick your books back up. He holds out your books that he picked up. You quickly grab them from his arms and start to walk out of the room.
"You know you COULD say Thank You!" He called after you
"Yeah Right!" You answer back laughing silently to yourself. Later that day you decided to study in the library with Hermione. You told her about how you ran into Harry earlier that day.
"Honestly I don't see why you two try and hate eachother!" Hermione said when you finished.
"What do you mean? I do hate him. We hate eachother." You were confused by what she had just said.
"Oh please, _____, you and Harry would be per-"
"Don't even say it." You mumbled before Hermione even finished.
"Fine. If you don't want to see it." She said picking up her things.
"Where are you going?"
"I told Pavarti I'd help her with her DADA homework."
"Bye!" You call to her when she started to leave. She waved back. You sat there considering what Hermione had said. Me... not hate Potter? No, I don't think that's possible. Although he is kinda cute... but completly full of himself. No way! I'd facy Draco before Potter! You were so consumed by your thoughts you didn't notice that someone had left a note in front of you.
You quickly opened it up and scribbled across the paper were the words 'Meet me at the lake tomorrow afternoon'. You shrugged and went up to your dorm. You spent the rest of your day as you normally did; hanging out with your friends, practicing Quidditch, eating whichever meals and making fun of Potter.
The next day at noon you went down the the lake.<i>This better be important, I'm wasting my lunch for this</i> You thought to yourself. When you got there you noticed that no one was even at the lake.
"Oh I knew this was just a joke!" You said outloud to yourself.
"No. I don't think it is." You turned around and saw.. Potter? Now you were confused.
"YOU?" You asked pointing at him. He slowly came up to you.
"Me." He said slyly.
"But... wh-" Before you could finish you felt his lips on yours. You were kissing him more passionatly then you had ever kissed anyone before. You were passionatly kissing the guy you had always hated, and you loved it.
"I don't hate you. I love you ____" You leaned closer into him, if that were possible.
"I love you too."You both spent the rest of your time at Hogwarts dating. You had a very hot and cold relationship, or love hate. Some days you would be all 'love-dovey' and other days you would be arguing. But when you were hot... you definetly were hot. You ended up getting married to Harry after he defeated Lord Voldemort. You also had 3 kids; Lily, James and Rose Anne.
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Title: As Long As She Smiles
Author: Profiler Charlee
Rating: K+
Category: Romance/Angst
Fandom: CSI
Spoilers: End of Season 6 “Way to Go”
Pairing: One-sided Nick/Sara, Sara/Grissom
Disclaimer: If I own CSI, do you think Grissom and Sara would seriously still be together? No-offence meant to GSR fans… I also don’t own the song “It’s Too Late” which is by Hope Partlow
Summary: My take on what might be Nick and Sara’s first conversation about her new relationship with Grissom.
( ‘So I heard about you and Grissom.’ He says casually bringing it into the conversation as their getting ready to leave now that their shifts are over. )
Title: The Butterfly Dreamer
Author: ProfilerCharlee
Rating: M
Category: Horror, Action/Adventure, Romance and Tragedy
Characters or Pairing: Dean/OC, Sam/OC, and John
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, it belongs to Warner Brothers. If I did own Supernatural, well I could think of much more interesting things to be “doing” then writing fanfiction.
Summary: A strange phone call connected with an age old myth doesn’t seem that out of the ordinary for the
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( Chapter 1 )
Title: The Butterfly Dreamer
Author: ProfilerCharlee
Rating: M
Category: Horror, Action/Adventure, Romance and Tragedy
Characters or Pairing: Dean/OC, Sam/OC, and John
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, it belongs to Warner Brothers. If I did own Supernatural, well I could think of much more interesting things to be “doing” then writing fanfiction. I also don’t own The Simpsons.
Summary: A strange phone call connected with an age old myth doesn’t seem that out of the ordinary for the
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Prologue
Jeanne let out a sigh of relief. She’d had to put Caleb and Gemma to bed after Mr and Mrs Harris had called to say they were staying a bit longer at the party they had gone to. Jeanne had been glad because it had given her enough time to clean up the kitchen before they got back.
Caleb and Gemma had wanted to make a cake and inevitably the cake mix had ended up everywhere except in the actual cake tin. Jeanne had gotten them both to help clean up the mess they had made before sending them off to have a shower and then to bed.
Now, at nine thirty, Jeanne was ready to just kick back and relax. She turned on the TV, flicking through the channels before settling on a rerun of The Simpsons. She settled on the lounge chair, completely exhausted.
Caleb and Gemma could be a real handful sometimes, but out of all the kids she baby-sited they were probably her favourite. They were such loveable kids and the fact that Mr and Mrs Harris were both really nice people and paid extremely well was just an added bonus.
She was having a few issues at home and at school and her mum kept nagging her about how high her mobile phone bills had gotten recently. So when they had called to ask her if she’d like to baby sit Caleb and Gemma, she’d been glad to accept them.
On the TV show, Bart was running from a bunch of Australian officials towards the American embassy. Jeanne laughed quietly as Bart pulled down his shorts to reveal the words he had written there.
*Ring* *Ring*
Jeanne glared at the phone slightly, unhappy at the interruption, but walked over to the phone anyway supposing it was probably her boyfriend, whom she had told to call her here when he got the chance. She laughed again as Homer said something that seemed completely ludicrous. She was still laughing when she picked the phone up.
‘Hello, Harris Residence.’ Jeanne said cheerfully.
‘Soon.’ The voice on the other end said before hanging up, the dial tone ringing in her ears. Jeanne frowned a little before dismissing it as one of her boyfriend’s friend’s idea of a practical joke. If it was she had to say that it wasn’t very funny.
She’d begun to walk back to the lounge room, in a hurry to return to her show and forget all about the voice she had just heard on the other end. She’d reached the lounge room door, when…
*Ring* *Ring*
Jeanne frowned and returned to answer the phone. She could hear someone breathing heavily into the phone and suddenly Jeanne felt a shiver run down her spine.
‘Hello, Harris Residence.’ Jeanne said but nobody replied even though she could still hear them breathing. ‘Grant, is that you?’ still no one answered. ‘Seriously Grant, if that’s you, this isn’t funny.’ Again she got no answer. ‘I’m not joking!’ This time she heard the person on the other end laugh, a cold and terrifying sound.
‘I’m closer then you think.’ The voice said before hanging up once again. Jeanne was now officially freaked and once she found out who was making these calls she was seriously going to give them a talking to.
*Ring* *Ring*
‘Who is this?’ Jeanne demanded.
‘Why don’t you come and see?’ The voice said before Jeanne slammed the phone down.
*Ring* *Ring*
Jeanne jumped as the phone rang again, her hand pausing over the phone before deciding, instead, to ignore it and return to her show.
*Ring* *Ring*
Jeanne continued to ignore the phone, but it kept ringing and it was starting to get on Jeanne’s nerves. The minute that it stopped she called the police, who agreed to put a trace on the phone call. They called her back a few minutes later.
‘Ms Winter?’ The Officer asked. ‘I would advise you to grab the children and get out of that house as soon as possible. Whoever is calling you is already in the house.’
‘Caleb and Gemma!’ Jeanne whispered in a panicked tone before hanging up and rushing up the stairs to where Caleb and Gemma were sleeping.
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Mr and Mrs Harris arrived home, slightly tipsy from the amount of wine they’d consumed at the party. It was probably the one reason why they hadn’t actually noticed that the door was open. It wasn’t until they made it upstairs that they knew something was wrong.
The Neighbours next door woke to the sound of Mrs Harris’ screams echoing in the silence of the night as she looked upon the mangled and shredded bodies of her two children and their babysitter.
- Mood: content
- Music:If She Wants Me By Belle and Sebastian
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- Mood: content
- Music:I Dream By Billie Piper
Title: Travelling with a broken man
Author: ProfilerCharlee
Rating: PG
Characters or Pairing: OC, Tenth – hints of Tenth/Rose, if you read between the lines
Spoilers: Slightly Doomsday
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor who or any of its characters, they belong to the BBC.
Summary: Post-Doomsday. The Doctor has a new companion and he finds himself remembering and comparing her to Rose.
Author Note: The companion isn’t Martha Jones; my assumption is that this is after Martha Jones or instead of.
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( She's travelling with a broken man... )
- Mood:accomplished
- Music:Everything for Free by K's Choice
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