3.
English
Spanish
Japanese.
I speak a little French, German, Italian, and Chinese but not enough to carry a conversation.

Gee whiz, what a wonderful question. So thought provoking!

Title: Ambush
Author: jenriv89 aka JLRivera
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied violence

The underground fight club buzzed with excitement as the most popular fighters, Jack and Casey, stepped within the boundaries of the crowd. Tonight their ring was oblong; he pungent smell of sweat reminded them that they were here to put on a show.
Simon sat removed from the crowd, at the bar, and a blond beauty ordered him a drink. She winked at the bartender. He drank without a care and seconds later, the same smell intruded upon his senses. Simon put his fists up to protect his face as the gong sounded and the other two came toward him.

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Lizzie (the lovable one as opposed to the "teen" one) wants me to turn this into an ALL-DRABBLE series. The thing about that is that since I wrote this drabble specifically for the 100 word contest on TMB, I'd be tempted to write all of the drabbles based on the prompts that Zenny dishes out. If I did THAT, I'd also be tempted to time jump/skip. Which would mean that in order to make this series have plot and characterization, I'd have to sit down and map out a whole timeline. Usually my timelines stay in my head, but that would be kind of impossible to keep track of when you are only writing 100 word chapters that have to communicate a WHOLE HEAP in little little little bits of actual text
In any case... I'm thinking about it. I'd have to get really Hemingway-ian, dontcha think?

I've never read the DaVinci Code, Angels and Demons, or anything else this man has written... And yet he still follows me everywhere! All through The Code Years, I avoided talking about it, but no! Water polo teammates, English classes, even my father (who doesn't read anything but computer manuals) talked incessantly about the damn book. I have absolutely no interest in reading it. I don't know why, otherwise I'd be able to explain, in any case, after The Code Years, Angels and Demons came out. Then it was: water polo teammates, English classes, my father, my mother, my cousin who came to vist from Australia.... all of THEM chasing me around with their ceaseless rambling and raving (u c wut ai did dere?) And I still had no interest. Finally the hype died down and I thought I'd FINALLY lived Dan Brown down, but I was wrong. Now my email is chasing me with Dan Brown crap. Apparently he has a new book coming out... and Barnes and Noble wants to tell me all about it because somehow, I've purchased books that are similar................. I sincerely doubt it. Unless you count Dan Brown books as actual history... Barnes and Noble must be dumb.

So this is a message to Dan Brown: stop following me please. I don't appreciate it very much. I mean no disrespect to you, because you see, I think you gave historical fiction a new twist. And that's rather wonderful. But I still don't want to read your books. Sorry.

Just kidding. When the roommate handed me this month's issue of Vogue that she'd gotten in the mail earlier, I grabbed at it immediately, already hungry for fashion. Can you imagine my surprise when I saw the cover? "You're Fired!: Surviving and Thriving after the Pink Slip" (We'll leave "The Real Lives of Models" for later) I nearly had a coronary I was so excited to see that Vogue was actually starting to care about something other than fashion. Something that actually mattered. Don't get me wrong, I love fashion - those of you who have talked to me or seen my shoe blog don't have any doubts about that - but it makes me really happy to see some fashion magazines take their subjects to the next level. Seventeen was a decent example for awhile: it had your regular teen girl fashion crap, but it also had some serious articles about self-image, drug use, etc. Then, when it became really superficial, I shook my head when my dad asked me if I wanted him to renew the subscription.

So I read the article.

I was so disappointed. Yeah, it was about someone who had been laid off. Lynn Yadegar, a former columnist for Village Voice, got laid off right before 2009 began. This is, of course, extremely sad because not only is it another American losing her job, it's also another sign that newspapers and non-internet media forms are on the decline. But I was so disappointed to see that Yadegar is not your regular columnist living on a regular salary... Nope. Yadegar starts off the article with: "The last thing I bought before I was laid off was a Victorian diamond-and-sapphire snake ring." Are you kidding me? You have the kind of salary to buy antique jewelry? The last thing I purchased was a reindeer man-sweater for myself at a thrift shoppe for $3 (it's a LOT cuter than it sounds, trust me). How could I possibly feel sorry for someone who buys those kinds of things? More importantly, how could I possibly empathize with her when she "thought $900 was a typical price for a sweater"? That's just disgusting. I understand that she's probably exaggerating her ridiculous airhead ways, but honestly, can you blame me for being upset? The article was all about how she couldn't stop shopping (yes, she made references to Confessions of a Shopaholic), thanks Bloomswood, I stopped reading your books once you got married to Luke Brandon. Let me compare our experiences, granted I still rely a lot on my parents, the second I knew I would be living in my apartment, I started buying $0.75 shampoo instead of the salon shampoo I liked so much. She couldn't limit her spending to $50/day and giving up her ridiculous "Rene Futerer Okara" shampoo.... whatever the hell that is.

Why not have a real person instead? She had to buy a printer (she didn't have one before) because she just couldn't see herself standing in line with Plain Jane and Normal Norman in line at the copy shop. Why not get someone who was relatively successful, but couldnn't afford constant luxury like Yadegar? I understand that Vogue is marketed towards wealthy women, but there's definitely a not-filthy-stinking-rich demographic (aka the roommate and I) that Vogue could try and appeal to.

Also... Vogue is taking itself too seriously.

Boldize the things you've done.
Italicize the things you want to do.

I blame you Tara and Zenny....




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 And boys... I have brilliant news. 

I have started yet another blog. Another serious blog. But this one is in English! And that means all of you can read ittttt! Not only that, but... since the majority (if not all) of my F-list consists of females, this is one blog that all of you can/will enjoy.

I present to you: May They Take You Somewhere Special...

It's a blog all about shoes. Here's where I will post all good things, bad things, and exciting news about shoes. I do plan on getting some men's shoes posts in there, but the majority will be about women's shoes. 

Please go take a look! And tell your friends!!!! please please~!!

 And Rush Limbaugh is retarded. Please view the following:

Fake cut!

 Bucket List by JLRivera

I have a bucket
in which I put all of my lists.
Lists of favorites,
Of things to do,
And people too.

People to kill,
People to love,
People to be.

I have a bucket,
For when ideas hit.
And when I'm feeling in the pits,
I grab my bucket and I sit.



Knitting Needles by JLRivera

Knitting needles made of wood,
You make me smile so.
With your smooth aesthetic,
You easily double as refined chopsticks.

Knitting needles made of metal,
You are not so much fun.
I like to gnaw on many things,
But you always hurt my teeth.

Knitting needles made of plastic,
Your bright colors bring me joy.
Every time I knit with you,
Your warmth kindles my heart.

Knitting needles of all kinds,
You serve your purpose well.
But while circulars confuse me so,
"In the round" becomes my new friend.
Knitting needles you always stay with me,
Until I reach the end.



~~~ End of Silliness~~~

Feel free to comment on the ridiculousness! I like doing silly things like this from time to time. And it was time again. ^_^.

Title: The Job Offer

Author: JLRivera aka jenriv89

Fandom: Yellow

Rating/Genre: M; General, Angst, Romance

Word Count: 5,833

Warnings: Spoilers for manga and EX; smut

Summary: When Taki receives some news about Goh, he can’t help but keep secrets. Post-canon.

Notes: Betaed by compli_cait. Thanks for putting up with me! ^_^

 

 

( The Job Offer )

 

Yes, the weather has taken a turn for the winter, so it was TIME to CHAAAANNNNNGE the LJ theme. Besides... awwww the winter one is so much cuter. Don't even try to deny it.

So I'm currently awake. Obviously. And I needed a break from Japanese SUPER BIG PROJECT... So I did a Google search on my PenName: JLRivera. HAHAHA SO MUCH FUN. First I searched: JLRivera and all of my pages were within the first 30, my LJ page and FF.net within the first 5. Then I was like, wow there are a lot of other J.L. Riveras and JLRiveras... So I searched: "JLRivera" and all of my stuff came up within the first 2. That was AWESOME. Even Ironic Bliss That was awesome.

I have turned full fangirl of Metalocalypse. I have as of a few hours ago, started my VERY FIRST Metalocalypse fanfic. *shakes a fist at roommate* damn you for turning me towards yet another thing that I love to fangirl/fap about. I will threaten you with a trip to the moon, as I always do, in reference to that one sitcom that I can never remember the name of. It'll happen the second I get back to IV. I will walk up to you and say, "Do you wanna go to tha moon, Kori? Do ya wanna go to tha moon?!" And then I'll shake my Fist at  you. And then we will quote Toki and Skwisgaar endlessly until your boyfriend that I hate shows up and then we'll add Murderface to the mix. Then if Lauren comes over, we'll add her as Nathan... even though she can't really do any impressions of any of the characters yet. Then all of us will switch in and out of Pickles for awhile until we all fall onto the floor laughing in a heap (figuratively) and decide to try and decode Toki vs Skwisgaar differences beyond these following observations: Toki just has a weird phrasing method, whereas Skwisgaar just can't formulate a proper sentence.

/ramble




I really hope I don't mangle their speech patterns too horribly.

Title: The Job Offer
Author: jenriv89  aka JLRivera
Fandom: Yellow
Rating: M
Warning: Sexual situations; as of yet, still a draft.
Summary: currently unavailable (i.e. I still have to write a decent one)

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Ganked from my friend on Facebook. She shall remain nameless since this is a public entry.

 Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence along with these instructions in a note to your wall, and post your sentence in a comment here as well.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

The verbs used in such qualifier sentences are in their short forms, either in the present (as in examples 3 and 4) or the past tense (1 and 2), and either in the affirmative (1-3) or in the negative (4).

seriously.

 Yes, yes. I have done it... I have joined the craze... crap. BUT I WILL NOT SUBMIT TO IT'S ALLURING POWERS FOR I MUST GET GOOD GRADES.
*runs off to bed to get at least 9 hours of sleep*