I have become so addicted to Tumblr.

Yes, that's right. I am addicted to Tumblr. My account is like a more in-depth extension of this one.

THEREFORE.
Please go to my TUMBLR ACCOUNT for more frequent updates on my life, my works, and etc.

I'll be back to update here as soon as I can.

My Post-Potter-Depression has really kicked in.

I'm suffering.

I'm sleeping with my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows under my pillow (or at least vaguely close to me) tonight, just because I don't want the phenomenon to end. Even though my love affair with the Boy Who Lived lasted only 5 years, compared to the 10 that most of my contemporaries shared, it was still a huge part of my childhood. All that considering, I'm highly unwilling to let it go.

I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 at 4:30 on July 16th, 2011. & yes, before you ask, it's VERY important to remember the exact date and time I saw this series come to the REAL close. Because, you know, after the last book came out, everyone was like, "oh, we still have the movies, so no worries." Well now it's the movies that are ending. Some may be able to say, "but Rowling might write about their kids," but it will never be the same. EVER.

I've read so much fanfiction today. Lots & lots of it. It's like my sick, twisted way of keeping it alive. Not as twisted as sleeping with the book beside me, but you get the point. <33 I love Harry Potter so much, & I never want to see it end.

In additional news, my super-cute lolita dress came in from China today. 8D It's so comfortable and totally adorable. So now I'm ready to be a bridesmaid in a very gothic-style wedding. <33

Also, I've laid the groundwork for my first anthology. It's centered mostly around perception, and themes mentioned are schizophrenia, paranoia, bitterness, and sleepwalking. The anthology itself is titled Monster, and the stories contained within are visceral & psychological horror delving around the unspeakable crimes that a human can commit under the right set of psychological circumstances.

"Broken" is my award-winning piece about a schizophrenic girl recounting her story to a psychologist who is to diagnose her.

"Telephone" is about a girl's struggle against her paranoid, violent boyfriend.

"Jagged" is about a girl trying to uncover the secrets behind her nightmares and repressed memories.

"Howl" is about a girl who commits horrendous crimes because her perception is warped by bitterness.

The first short story mentioned will have a sequel that leads to a happy ending, most likely. Other than this, "Telephone" is the only other story that would be a candidate to have a sequel. Most of these stories are centered around an isolated thought and will not stretch further than that.

Now that my rambling for the day has been done, I should probably get some sleep. Maybe I won't try to sit up all night and read Harry Potter.


LONG LIVE THE CHOSEN ONE! >o<
Peace!

Shipping costs are too freaking high.

Earlier this morning, I was looking around at online Asian food markets, since I've been craving some Hana no Kuchizuke & Ramune lately. Eventually, I gave up on trying to find smaller quantities (AKA - not 320-piece boxes & 12-packs) of my treats of choice and decided to look on Amazon. That place has just about everything, & even if its Japanese imports are kind of pricey, it's still worth it. So I went to the site, and looked up Ramune first. I was able to find a single bottle for about $2.00. Not that bad for a foreign soda. Planning on buying it eventually, I decided to take a look at the shipping cost so I would know how much it would cost exactly. I swear to god, I almost died of a heart attack. SHIPPING WAS $6.10! D; 

Is it just me, or is it totally lame when the price of shipping is three times more expensive than the product itself? Is it a clever marketing ploy to convince you to buy more so the shipping won't seem as through-the-roof? All I know is that it pisses me off. I am NOT going to pay $8.10 for a soda--even if it is that nummy Japanese Ramune. No. way. in. hell.

Then my friend decides to rub it in my face because she can run out to the Asian market near her house and buy both Hana no Kuchizuke & Ramune WITHOUT the hella-crazy shipping fees. Darn her. D; I suppose this is what I get for living in the most mono-cultural part of the freaking country.

FML. D;


Additionally, I began guard camp this week. :D I LOVE color guard & marching band with every fiber of my being. Every. single. fiber. So the sore muscles, burning my hands on hot steering wheels, 8-hour camp days, and the inability to lift my shirt over my heat without excruciating pain is worth it. <3 Fantasmic! is going to be a great show, & this is going to be a great year. I can feel it.


<3


ILY.


This is all.
Laters!

Christina Perri is gorgeous, among other things.

Yes, I am addicted to "Jar of Hearts."

I feel like I've gotten on this train a little late, especially since it seems as though the quote "you're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul" has been floating around forever. u.u But I guess it needs to be said that I catch up on trends a little late; I'm one of those pop culture inept people that would, let's say...wear bell-bottoms in the 80's. (Heck, I'd wear bell-bottoms now.)

But other than "Jar of Hearts," I haven't really listened to anything else by Christina Perri. In fact, the only reason I listened to the song to begin with was because a friend and fellow band member of mine wanted us to cover it. So here we are, with a cover as a work in progress.

Now let me make a random observation: I swear to god that I thought the frog croaking outside my window was really someone screaming. I had to listen to it about three times before I could discern the origin of the noise, and whether or not to get out my handy non-firearm self-defense weapon.

Working on a new song! 8D
It's called Unique, and is written as a song of guidance to those who are in the early teenage years and are struggling with self-image and identity. I know that when I was 12 - 13, it was a hard fight to determine who I was. But when I reached high school, I was so busy trying to keep my grades up and my social life balance that I stopped worrying about my image--therefore, my true self began to shine, and I became unique.

The song idea was spawned at a point in time in life when I felt like a total bitch (yes, this point in time was three days ago) and was having a problem understanding why some of my friends who were three years my junior. I didn't understand why they were trying to put so much effort into being "unique" when all it did was make them fit the stereotypes they whined about hating. It took me most of the day to make the connection that, when I was there age, I did the same thing; now I've changed drastically. I know that I can't tell them that they won't be the same person in three years that they are now, but I can at least write a song about it. If it never gets sung off the page, at least it'll still exist as a letter to remind them that the moment they're in won't be the rest of their lives.

This is all.
Peace out!

She's not guilty, people. Stop being awful about it. My faith in humanity is gone, gone, gone.

Today, Casey Anthony was confirmed NOT GUILTY by a Florida court in the death of her daughter, Caylee. To me, a person who never believed that she was guilty of the murder in the first place, this was such a good call. Her confirmed innocence in this situation has most likely saved her from the death penalty, and saved another life from being lost.

But why aren't people happy that one less person is going to die? Apparently they're not. With comments such as "I think you're sorry for KILLING your daughter; I don't care what they've decided to do with you, but I honestly think you should be killed too" and "let's hope she doesn't have anymore children--she'll kill them too," I swear to God that my faith in humanity has been totally lost. People are so UGLY about this--it's like they WANT her to have been the one who killed her child. & how in the HELL can people want that? It drives me up the wall. She's a human being, too, and she deserves the right to be innocent--but no, you believed that she had to be the one who did it, since there was really nobody else who stuck out like a sore thumb as a killer. How sad is that?

I think it was justice that Casey Anthony was deemed innocent, and I'm sure that the death of Casey Anthony will be looked into more and will be further inspected. It may come back too actually pinpoint Casey Anthony as the killer, and it may find someone else entirely. It breaks my heart to know that people just refuse to believe that a mother wouldn't hurt her own kid.

That is all.

Inspiration overload.

Yeah. You know you're too inspired as a musician and a writer if you have to pull multiple all-nighters just to pen down the thoughts flowing through your mind. I've written FIVE--count them, FIVE--sets of lyrics in the last three days, and laid the groundwork for a new Naruto-based fanfiction.

Recently, after foraying into the local music scene and jamming out with a few other musicians, I'm an official co-founder of a new band. We're called In Your Face, and are currently a four-piece three-female one-male band.

So far, I've written a few songs for the band, all based on a particular boy who ripped out my heart. This Is How It Comes Back To You depicts my feelings about the backing track of the song--one that he and I wrote together, that he wanted me to dedicate to his girlfriend. Vulnerable is about how he made me feel when he broke down my barriers, and how much he was able to hurt me. You Say tells of how hypocritical he was, saying that we could only be friends in a certain way when he flirted his head off with me. Let It Reach (Love Never Fades) explains how I so desperately wanted to tell him that I loved him and was never able to. Crazy (Sharpie Syndrome) describes the sleepless nights I spent writing songs about him.

Yeah, you can tell he's on my mind a bit. -.-

My newest untitled fanfiction is Naruto-based, and takes place a year after where it currently is in Shippuden. The war is over, Madara is dead, the Akatsuki eradicated, and everyone's polishing up to become better shinobi to protect future generations. Kakashi Hatake, however, is mourning...

It's set to be epic.

Peace out, loverlies!
-AliseLien

No kidding? I'm like everywhere.

I kid you not, I have an account on sooo many sites. So I'm going to give you a link to where I am so you can find me there. Some of them are just names for you to look up.

GaiaOnline: AliseLien
YouTube: ChrysalisCatastrophe
FanFiction.net: AishiteSubete
Inkpop: Alise Lien Vann
Quizilla: AliseLien
Photobucket: _as-known-as_
Twitter: PrettyboyAlise
Formspring: PrettyboyAlise

Enjoy, kiddos!