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[green_queen]

Y'know, I'm still in a pretty bad mood.

But hey, party tomorrow. Bought a mask today. Tom and Nina didn't show today, again, and it was all rather ridiculous, but hey, I saw Phoebe and Anna and Chris, which was fun. I also saw Nikki and her boyfriend...um, Mitchell, I think....and their little friends. Actually they're pretty cool. All Bundah people. It was cold, my lecture was boring, and I got either a high credit or a low distinction on my Film Studies essay--not sure which. Couldn't get my Asian Studies essay back *pouts incessantly* I bumped into Lauren. Seems *everybody's* going to this party tomorrow night. I'm pondering what to wear. I'm going to see Singing in the Rain with Phoebe tomorrow, I'm gonna call around and see if anyone else is also interested.

Link of the day is Buffy.nu because it's cool.

Pics of the day...eh, I haven't decided yet. I'll get to it in a second. I wrote a new fic for the contrelamontre no dialogue challenge. I hope it's up to scratch. Some very weird analogies in it. Clexfic. And there's another new survey thing down there, please don't feel obliged to read it. Gacked from ladyjp. Okay, I don't think I've used this yet, so here's a funny Dom pic, a funny Lij pic (his sister Hannah's the girl), Dan in drag, Rupert in drag.



Straight? I don't think so.




1. Full name. Wouldn't You Like To Know. Katie will suffice.
>2. Nicknames: Green Queen
>3. Eyes: green, blue and yellow
>4. Height: 5'5" ish
>5. Hair: yellow with brown roots
>6. Siblings: Clare
>7. Do u like to sing in the shower? Yes, but only when I'm actually awake
>9. Birthday: 15 November 1983
>10. Sign: Scorpio
>11. Address: Earth
>12. Sex: Female
>13. Righty or lefty: Righty
>14. What's the most important thing that every relationship should have? Handcuffs. Well, from what I've heard. Haven't had one myself. *ponders* Wait, make that handcuffs and humour.
>15. Have u ever cheated? Not on anyone, but on a couple homework/tests
>16. Marital status: No marriage! Or boyfriend.
>18. What kinda car do you have/want: A green one

>FAVORITE QUESTIONS:
>19. Movie: Sentimental: Harry Potter For Quality: Lord of the Rings
>20. Song: Green by Alex Lloyd
>21. Band/singer: Matchbox Twenty
>22. TV Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
>23. Actor: I don't know anymore. Dom, Sir Ian, Alan Rickman, Elijah Wood, Seth Green, you get the picture.
>24. Actress: *ponders* Aly Hannigan's pretty cool
>26. Number: 506627
>27. Cartoon: The Simpsons
>28. Disney Character : Kronk
>29. Colour: green

>LOVE LIFE ETC:
>30. Do you plan on having children: Don't know
>31. Do you want to get married: Probably
>33. How old do you wanna be when you're married? Older than now
>34. Would you have kids before marriage: No plans
>35. Do u have a b/f or g/f (who): nope.

>EITHER-OR (PICK WHICH ONE YOU PREFER)
>38. Music/TV: TV
>39. Guys/Girls: Guys (no offence ladies)
>40. Green/Blue: Green
>41. Pink/Purple: Pink
>42. Summer/Winter: Summer
>43. Night/Day: Night
>44. Hangin Out/Chillin: Hanging out
>45. Dopey/Funny: Funny
>46. You know I'm around when you hear: the words Harry Potter
>47. What school do u go to? ANU
>48. Have you ever taken drugs? Yes
>50. How far would you go on a first date? Haven't had any experience. Playing by ear.

>FRIENDS: WHO-IS?
>Most blonde: Nikki
>Nicest: Fishsticks
>Funniest: Nina
>52. Which 5 people do you trust the most? This question again? Um...*picks random sample of friends* Tom, Nina, Nutty, Yuka, Adam
>53. what do you think of soul mates? I think they're out there for some.
>54. is it ok to flirt if u have a b/f or g/f? If they're good, you shouldn't need to.
>55. What was the last thing you cried over or got teary about? End of Buffy
>56. What's something about guys/girls you don't get? Size matters
>57. Are you happy?: Comes and goes
>58. Why?: I'm an odd, moody individual and odd things with different emotional fallout have been occuring
>59. What's an object you can't live without? Internet
>60. love or lust: Love
>61. Silver or gold: Silver
>62. Diamond or pearl: Diamonds
>64. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping: No
>65. Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Yes
>66. Do you have any piercing: Ears
>67. What colour underpants are you wearing right now: green
>68. What song are u listening to rite now? Sleeping with Ghosts, Placebo
>69: wats the last 4 digits of your mobile number: 0194
>70. Where would you want to go on your honeymoon? Somewhere nice
>71. Who do u want to spend the rest of your life with: those close to me
>72. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex: Mouth
>74. What makes you happy? Harry Potter
>75. What's the next c.d/s you're gonna get? *ponders* don't know.
>76. Do u wear contacts or glasses? Glasses
>77. What's the best advice given to you? You're weird anyway, don't worry about what other people think of you.
>78. Have u ever won any special awards? Lots of writing awards.
>79. What are your future goals: Live for a while.
>81. Do you like Funny or Scary movies better? Depends on my mood.
>82. On the phone or in person? In person
>83. hugs or kisses? Hugs
>84. What song seems to reflect you the most? Green, I suppose
>85. If you died tomorrow who would you leave everything you own to? I'd give my Harry Potter stuff to a Harry Potter fan, Fishsticks to Justin, my jewellery and pretty much anything else she wanted to Clare, my leather jacket to Nikki, let people take something they really wanted, and give the rest to my parents, I suppose.
>86. Do u have any enemies? The Evil Bitch Teacher from Hell and the evilg girlfriends. Not really enemies. Except maybe the teacher.
>87. Greatest fear? Bugs. I'm not kidding.
>89. what time is it now? 1:03 am
>90. Have you ever been in love? No
>91. Have you met santa? Yes
>92. If E.T. knocked on your door holdin a peace sign and askin to use your phone what would you do? Poke him
>93. Last time you talked to a person that you like?: Talking to Yuka and Cham right now
>94. do you have any pets: Fishsticks the fish and Cedric, the budgie
>95: wot is your email address: green_queen_jp@hotmail.com
>96: when was the last time you were depressed? Yesterday
>97: are you an alcoholic? No
>98: who sent u this? LadyJP
>99: Wot do you think of this person (truthfully!)? Don't know her very well
>100: do you want your friends to send it back? shmeh


Disclaimer: Not mine, I made it up, blah blah biddy blah, I'm so stuffy give me a scone.

World of Men

Even before he comes into sight Clark can hear Lex approaching; it’s a new car, a Porsche maybe, by the sound of it. Clark sighs, wondering what the billionaire did to his last Porsche in order to warrant the purchase of a new one. He sighs again, wondering what Lex is coming for. More drama, questions, arguments semi-shrouded in lust and affection. He hears the car door slam. It’s been a terrible week, what with Lana’s moping, Chloe’s cold distance, and his father’s slave-driving. He just wanted to curl up in the sun on the ancient couch in the barn, read something unchallenging, maybe sleep a little. A pair of shiny black shoes appears in front of him, and he runs his eyes up the grey slacks and tight purple shirt before hitting the grey-blue eyes he knows so well. He hurries to stand up, to speak, but soft fingers on his lips stop his voice dead in his throat. Lex reaches for the book in Clark’s hand, raises a non-existent eyebrow in mock disdain as he observes the cover. A smirk plays over his lips and he allows it to reach his eyes, a phenomenon which only really occurs when Clark’s around. Lex replaces the book with his own hand and starts to pull Clark down the stairs. He’s beaming, excited and playful and childlike and everything Clark never associates with Lex Luthor, the junior billionaire with the weight of a business empire on his shoulders, the workaholic, the sleek former bad boy. Damaged goods.

Lex opens the car door for Clark before running—Lex Luthor, running—around the other side to start the car. Clark tries to speak again but is once again stopped by a sharp glance from Lex. Lex’s eyes are dancing like the sky during a storm; Zeus playing with his hapless worshippers as he casually tosses lightning bolts across the sky. Lex loves to play games with Clark, but there’s an innocence in his eyes now; instead of the smiting Greek god, there’s a child peering through. Clark can just make out Lex’s boyface in the windows of his eyes. Clark smiles into his thoughts and relaxes against the soft leather of the seat, admiring the car, watching corn fields race past them in a vague yellow blur. If he squints and whips his head back reallysuperfast he can just make out one stalk, alone amongst the masses. He gives the stalks he picks out names and personalities, like the people whose faces he manages to see when Lex speeds through the streets of Metropolis. Blending in, alone amongst the crowd. Clark loses himself in Metropolis every time they visit, wandering alone, enjoying the anonymity and knowing that at some point Lex will find him. Lex stops suddenly, and Clark’s heart jumps. Lex is looking right at him, through him. Could Lex see the corn stalks’ names in Clark’s head? Lex gets out, and gestures for Clark to follow him. They make their own path through the field.

Clark’s eyes go wide when they reach their destination. The endless rows of corn drop away only to continue in new unbroken lines at the bottom of a steep, rocky hill, almost as though they walked off the cliff and hit the ground running, letting nothing stop them in their quest to take over the world. Or, well, Kansas anyway. The sky stretches for miles ahead of him until blue meets yellow in a perfectly straight, sharp line, almost as if the gods had taken a ruler and drawn it themselves. Lex’s hand on his arm shakes Clark out of his reverie and he pulls his eyes off the gorgeous view to see a picnic neatly laid out on the ground. It was typical Lex—everything in sterile containers with clear blue plastic lids that showed the rich tastes of the food inside, and one of those shiny silver mats that trap the heat and can be easily cleaned. Out of place in the middle of the mat sat a basket, traditional down to the plaid covering, which Lex whipped off majestically to reveal Martha Kent’s very own banana bread, complete with pale pink, sickeningly sweet strawberry icing that makes Clark think instinctively of Lana. Lex is sitting by the basket, cross-legged and shoeless, trying to hide his pride beneath a cool exterior. Clark grins and rubs Lex’s bald head, kisses him, scoops up a fingerful of strawberry icing off the cake and smudging it on a slightly shocked Lex’s nose.

They sit together, legs stretched out in front of them, stockinged feet entwined and hands at their backs crossing, supporting them. All of Lex’s left side is pressed into Clark’s right, and they lean their heads together gently. Lex is still twitchy like a watchdog sleeping with one eye open, if dogs had to worry about paparazzi. Lex’s cellphone is lying by his side, open and switched on, and every so often Lex gives it a nervous glance. Clark knows Lex is just visiting his world, and rubs his knee against Lex’s leg in a gesture of appreciation. Someday soon he’ll repay the favour; dress up and play nice at a function, eat caviar and drink champagne and talk to rich blonde snobs in blue dresses until his fake smile feels like it’s falling off, and maybe he and Lex will rendez-vous in a closet as they usually do. But for now they’re comfortable, and the sky’s alight with red, pink and purple, clashing hideously with the yellow fields, the muted words of sunset whispering to the young lovers to leave the world behind.

You think you know, who you are, what's to come? You haven't even begun...
Green Queen