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GFuess Guess [old old old old old]

[Prsn#1 comes running out of the bathroom, screaming. His hair is now orange]
Prsn#1: Prsn#2! You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you've done to my hair! Look!
Old Prsn#2: What a pretty color.
Prsn#1: It's hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!
Old Prsn#2: I just organized things, Prsn#1. Nothing's ruined.
Prsn#1: Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!
[tragically]
Prsn#1: Now I'm repulsive.
[slumps into a chair]
Prsn#1: I can't live like this.
[starts sobbing, head in hands]
Old Prsn#2: Come on, it's not that bad.
[Prsn#1's hair changes color to purple, then black]
Old Prsn#2: You should look at it now, its shade is even better.
Prsn#1: [inconsolable] I give up. I see not point in living if I can't be beautiful.


Guess Guess Guess You should ALL know!!!

GS Meeting

no worries Phee... cookies next week!!!

[in reply to messegae]
Yes we shall. Can you ask spike for both to borrow, because she hasn't entered my email yet, and I can't email her. What kind of muffins... I was thinkin' banana and some vanilla... Not chocolate... we always use chocolate. OK: let's dye the vanila bater to vibrant blue, yellow, and orange. I have the dyes. Do you know if we have to pitch in with the money, or does it come from the cookie money? So muffins it is and Amanda says: "Let's make muffins and stick little arms and legs in them!" That's a good idea for some. I waqs also thinking we make extra for people in the Remington Home. What do you guys say? I just want to do something easy like this. Sadly, I have no time for my other plans that I was going to do... Please answere you guys... Gotta know if there's something in there. And Spike, EMAIL ME...!

Docter Docter [Old old old]

Don't you just love being poked and prodded with those fun little needles? Guess what I did today...
Got some blood work done today, then went to this one plaza... Marukai. Quite a fun place. Got some seaweed, those rolls Ha Rammie likes, and some blueberry Pocky. Then we went to the market right there and picked up some erasers... The ones I stole from Sunni Sophia (those scented fruit ones... there's two banana ones...) and those little hamster things that are either cheerful, mad, or sad... wonder what happened to revengeful. Anyways, with the blood work... I now have my hands unable to write... guess the keyboard is the exception. My feet are wrapped up and will be like that for another 24+ hours... Lucky Megan/Jordan.

Update On My Life So Far [old bloggie too] 1/11/09

When bored: Blog

Last Sunday was filled with pitiful screams for Help and blood splatters. So, I got locked in a bathroom with a 7-yr-old named Sarah in the church we go to. Apparently, the lock was broken, and someone locked it, which never happens, and that's how we got locked in. For, like, an hour or so. I scratched up the door a bit, each time murmuring they're gonna have to get a new door. I used any thing I could find. When I realized we were locked in, it was like it wasn't me who was standing there. It wasn't my face turning from a chipity smile to a frown; it wasn't my eyes that had had flecks of gold in before turn to cold and gray. I was lost, and there was no way out.

When we realized we were stuck, I pounded on the door, calling for help and I told Sarah to scream every last bit out of her. I told her not to break down and cry, to be optimistic, to please don't hold this against me. And for the two pure minutes we were in there, our legs up on the couch, laughing about how there's probably loads of money between the cushions, and then smirking when what we found was some Starburst rappers and a sharpened pencil.

She tried unscrewing the nails in the light switch, until I told her we wouldn't be able to stick our hands through, what with all the wires and forms of execution waiting for us inside. She balled her self up on the couch and started to whimper and cry a bit. So, I looked around for something I could hit the door with. I was in a desperate state, and thought the thick, steel-like door would open if I just kept banging. I looked desperately around for something, anything to use. My eyes scanned the walls, mirror, the sinks, and the couch. My eyes stopped on the trash bin. I took out the trash bag and put it on the floor and looked inside the metal trash box. Inside were a roll of paper towels and cleaner. I tried taking the metal trash box off the wall, with no luck, so I took out the paper towels and started to hand one to her, but thought better of it. I turned water on and dampened it a bit, talking to myself and handing her the wet towel. She reached for it, and asked me, 'What if we don't get out? What if they don't find us? What if they don't bother searching for us? What if we stay here... forever?' I told her they will search for us and Thomas and them will find us. I sad we have enough water to last us, what with the room being a bathroom.

Of course, we were in a sort of lounge. The bathrooms were on the other side f the door by the couch, which was one you swung, no lock or key. I scanned the room once more, and wondered why there wasn't a fire pull-thing in here. Only fire alarms. Odd. I thought if I broke one 1: It wouldn't work. Well I would anyways, and we would have to pay for another one (Well I would anyways) or 2: It would work, but it would be ear-peircing, and I didn't want her to have to listen to that for an hour or more. So I looked for something else. I got up from the couch and started to pace. My eyes fell on the coat hooks. They were hard, metal and with the hook part easy to grab onto. It also had an orb of some kind, but I payed no attention to that. As I went to the door, I reassured her the best I could that we wouldn't die in God's house.

Anyways, Making this short. When I started banging on the door and knob, the orb, which I now just found out was glass, broke and went a bit deep into by hand. I realized there was red liquid on the knob and little droplets splashed onto the door with each blow. The hook dropped from my hands, and I clutched the glass in my hand. I was loosing a bit of blood, and the oxygen wasn't too good, and it was starting to warm up, so I grabbed my Coca-Cola sweatshirt and held it around my hand, and watched as it soaked it up. I stopped that, as I remembered it could get infected, so I washed my hands with water. It wouldn't stop bleeding, so I ignored it.

30 minutes later: Ok, so I thought I heard someone, so I raced up to the door and started calling for 'HELP! WE ARE LOCKED IN AND CAN NOT GET OUT.PLEASE, PLEASE HELP US.PLEASE!' 10 minutes later: I hear more noise... scream for another 7 minutes and finally, I plain out start screaming Thomas. With that, the door is swung open, and who is it but Mr. Geek in the flesh. Sarah runs out to find her parents, and I run and hug Thomas...
So, yeah. I found my writing right hand had a really deep gash on the thumb and index, with smaller ones on the pinkie, ring finger. The middle is the only pure. My leg got a deep gash, and my nails are torn from digging through wood... guess I deserve it... After all I AM evil, right. RIGHT?

Ok, for movies, I was thinking
Mirrormask and/or Labyrinth, but I want
13 going on 30... too bad it's PG-13, right...
What are ya'll's favorites?

Band sSorta Sucks Now [old bloggie again]

But it’s all-good...
So Miss L was like, telling us the rules and junk and freakish Devon looks over his left shoulder and stares at Danny S. and Tammy A. What a freak. So he starts staring, and ducking his head low, and giggles, and waves at them. Thank goodness they were oblivious. Tammy would've screamed, and Miss. L would yell and stuff...
But then we could burn his eyes out with Nikisha's laser pointer... Fun.

Well, that's what we did in Science. Some sub who taught science in HS, was subbin' for Mrs. L and what a fun time we had. Nikisha/Drew/Mark were using laser pointers to:

1. Laser the board while Mr. Mayer was facing us/talking
2. Point it at Stanley's shirt
3. Burn Mark's eyes out
4. Ceiling
5. Whatever the H-E- double-hockey-stick they wanted too

Disneyland this year sucks mucho. (Is that right Taylor?)

1. We leave at 7:30
2. No groups with Orch. (or if in Orch., no group with band)
3. Science Olympiad next day (was last year, so James ditched *suprise, suprise* 'cause we got back at 11:00 and Sci Oly starts at 8:00 and you have to get there 30+ minutes before)
4. Because of SciOly, we leave at 6:30 to arrive at 8:00
6. Went up $10.00 ($80.00 to $90.00)
7. Because of these rules: Half of class not going

What a fun time at D-Land... raining... fun fun fun... i think i was the only 1 with a blog that went...?

Listing [old bloggie]

So... where to start... A list will do!

1). I have taken it upon myself that I need to stop reading all this junk that all the prissy/extremely talented [besides Margaret] peoples are reading, and start to read the classics. War and Peace, The Grapes of Wrath, The Catcher in the Rye. W and P will take me awhile... It has 1480 something pages... With tiny print. Evil.

2) To clear it up to you all *cough, cough* [] I am not Emotionally Challenged anymore. It was a stage... Well, at least that's what I will call it.

3) Schools better. Mr. C got mad at us today. Lockdown Drill: which means you must not speak... Or sing [Mark] So he decided to put more HW up. Apparently, if we get 5 slash-thingies, we have to do it. We finished at two [2]

4) Coach S [Female] Has been calling us losers since our paddleball skills aren't up to speed. Ugh... Second time this year doing that... Wonder what we'll do next. Let's see: *thinks* Whiffleball, Lacrosse, Badminton, Paddleball, ... oh: basketball... OK then. Now it's time for thank-yours!!


Taylor:

<3 Thanks for the Gloves. OMGees! too cool dude. I'll return them to you before Val Day so you can where them... Then me steal again...

Nargis:

Helpful during lunch when me was sad. *laughs at threats* Thank you nargei!!! :3 Thanks for Fruits Basket as well... I am on 15 ... Must find 11/16/18/19/20/21/22 Thanks for being called Emo for me... Ha Ha Ha [James]At least we have Yuki... Just as long as she doesn't try to put bows in my hair like [Sharon][Dana] did, I'll be ok... But imagine: Bows in twig's BLONDE hair...! Thanks for being there when me wants to talk about stuvves! Like on Tuesday... 6_6

Boomie:

Thanks for being evil... You were the one who let me take all my anger out on evilness and v-girls. You da best Boomie! meh <3 href="http://mnafga.deviantart.com/">

CLARA:

where to start... nowhere I suppose... we all end up there eventually!

Nikki:

You just plain rock...See ya at the lie-brair-ee

Sidlak:

Thanks for listening to me pout all the time... and for reading Evil Poem... [which you will READ once I send it, right?]

Matt:

Thanks for letting me steal your planner over the weekend... Oh, and thanks for not being entirely perverted... You and Seb. But really, when someone sees you with binoculars and you're starring at some houses/such, you really do need to be more careful... That blonde might think you a Peeping Matt...!

"Boo-HooLet me wipe away the tears with my plastic hand!"-Lindsey McDonald

ok... So... wht to put down... Let's see. An old post should do... *tries to find one*

Not much to sayThanks to amanda for the brush penAnd Taylor for the gloves... hope ya got them back today... me loved them!Thanks to Clara for actually being home so I could give the gloves to Alex to give to TaylorOh: right: Happy V- day!Oh... thts right Omg for friday the 13th!!! Ms. L gave us exta creddit for know what today was evil for [band/orch., not sci and math teach.]Me better go submitt stuvves then...

Oh: right:

I gotta go watch a ton of stuff...if, at all, any1 cares:

1] Mister Ang
2]BN
3] Mister Ang- modern times
4] 13gngon30

Flamewing

So: I decided to put up that one poem I probably should not put up. Ah, well.

Flamewing
By:
Moonstone Angelfire
(Names are by Jessica Day George)




Sun-golden and glinting scales
Prodigiously bright, everlastingly shinning
Hoping, wondering, hoping, wondering
If Azure-wing is still a-flight

Hovering, soaring above the clouds
A-dancing, a-dancing wishing to feel
The pain upon her chest always there
Shall it ever go away?

Cousin of the Gold, always green
Is he smitten with the freed one?
She who is ruby and he who is emerald
Who knows…but he is expecting hatchlings

Claret; heart of bullion
Loves Ruli as if her own
Sweet on jade flier
Has freed nine including bronze

Hatchlings clutch her tail, wrapped around
Her bronze head held high, she perches
Right alongside her love Amacarin,
She tilts her horns to the left to think

Blue-gray flyer swooping high
He flies, he dives, he thinks
Protects hatchlings for bronze mother
Treats as own, willing and loving

Shoe covering ground and floor, walls and sides
Collector has deceased, but friends remain
Fell from sky, heart of arrows
Grudges held, especially by the blue-gray one

With her sunlight horns, she appears brilliantly bright
Swooping, sailing from the conflagration
Green glinting as she skimmes the water
With Leontes and her four hatchlings by her side

And now…the last
Forlornly, unforgotten
Due to the excruciating pain
He has heeded

Polished silver bleached to white due to alchemy
Abhorrence alienated him from Gold
In love with Azure-wing, forever more
Killed so many and yet could still subsist without atonement

But the Gold fought him to the demise
Crying in pain, he crashed in the light upon the wall
The Golden King ripped his throat…so close to death
Velika Azure-wing whispers and all is tacit

Hell of a Time

Hm...Well, today was...somewhat not really enjoyable. Climbed the hill behind our house which is still property (natural rights), and tried climbing further, but slipped on some raw {dirt} and fell, which resulted in banging into this huge tree which, by the way, is old. And by telling you this, I want you to be able to picture a large trunk with many branches. Envision those many branches with many, many branches of its own. Then think about those many, many branches from the many branches on that large trunk having many, many, many branches; and so forth. So as one may ponder about this for hours at hand, I on the part, will continue. Getting snagged on a tree with so very many points, is not as bad as one may think. It is worse. Being thrown backwards and then being smothered with dull green leaves is...no fun. Unless, of course, you enjoy being thrusted from your original stance to hanging limp in a oversized tree, dangling to your death of sores and pains. One must choose and see if he would rather go the way of pain or the way of joyous fun. Choose quickly now. Getting to the point, while I was being cut buy twigs, I was thinking about my friend's reactions to me being supposedly {emo}. Something to tell you all. While one may think of {emo} as cutting yourself up because you feel so sorry for your self and you may just let all the pain out cause the one you {love} doesn't {love} you anymore and thinks you are some rotten [insert fowl language here], others oppose. I for instance, believe being {emo} does not exists except for two things. One: {emo} means emotional. Meaning you may be emotional about your lover breaking up with you and then going off with someone else. And usually that someone else is someone else you hate, and would love to see them in a shredder (no names). So, you would be {emo}tional about how that lover tore you apart and now you feel so alone and hated. Which may be of course why some {emo}tional people feel the need to express that hatred on themselves or another thing (i.e., a person, place, or thing). That second thing is emotional. As in music. It is but a genre. But a word used to express a type of sound made when one: either singing or two: playing some type of musical object. Could be anywhere from the piano to a broken beer bottle. You could also express yourself with these objects. So to conclude this awfully boring but evil little blog, I will say this: Although you all may think you are normal to this life, I disagree. You are not normal; far from it. You are dangerous. So dangerous that you can kill. Kill, kill, kill. All day long in you happy, care-free world. But I will also tell you this. It will not stay care-free for long. You will drown in those words. You will drown and never know what hit you. Or sank you.

What to write?

Yes, hello there? Um...not sure what to do here. Just thought I would pop in and type something. I guess. Well, some of you are probably wondering why I chose Wicked Fine... And if you're not... lucky you. If you really truly want to know, just ask dearie Sophia. Or not. it is more of those {inside joke} things. Ah, well. And Bananaphobia comes from, well, Bananaphobia.