That is it.

God damn German websites and their comments! May I get rid of all bog commentary for EVER! ARGH! I'm sick of ignoring the comp, then coming back and spending twenty fucking minutes sifting through guestbook entries. off we go to find a new blog.

 

 

...or mario could just realize that she never has to actually read the guestbook entries and move on. which sounds good cuz i don't wanna find a new blog. mostly cuz i'm lazy

 

anyways, i'm going to give all my xmas presents tomorrow. if i forget anyone, sorry, but i've been taking meds all day and am kinda out of it. but i'm pretty sure i got everyone.

I also got to leave school two hours early. nifty, eh? gotta go see if i missed anything in nutrition, though. blegh.

 

other than that, there's not much to report on. life's alright. not sick. nobody died (as far as i know) and  all's pretty normal...

 

but we did get a wii. that could be important. haven't played it much, but i will. just as soon as tos 2 comes out. i wait for the day...

 

 

1 Kommentar 12.12.07 02:44, kommentieren

AH the short stories

They keep bombarding me. No - I'm not kidding. I was taking a shower a couple weeks ago and this one about a music box dancer hit me (did i post that one here yet?) and then two mornings ago, I got this one about fairy-dust. But that one i can blame on the pretty silver-looking bubbles. The music box dancer, well, i dunno.

I earned forty bucks this month. That's exciting. Can't wait till i get a real job. But then i'll have to go EVERY night, and get hours, and ... ick. nevermind. babysitting works. flexible hours, nice clients, i'm good. little einstien's is just a bad side effect.

BTw - i taught a three-year-old to be a drive-by shooter. well, me and his parents. he had this water gun, and he wanted to shoot me (in the car) but we told him to shoot the people outside. so, he rolled down his window and, yeah, shoot some cars. intense, eh?

 

That's all for now. my stomach hurts. later. 

1 Kommentar 27.9.07 04:09, kommentieren

ARR!

Pija!

 

if you don't get it, look at pirates and ninjas. *shifty eyes*

 

Today was ... today-ish.

I feel SO bad, though. I had to ignore this one kid for certain reasons, and i feel AWFUL about it. i'll apologize tomorrow - i just can't do this whole 'mean' thing. (don't laugh - it's true)

 

And i tried to continue the story from the first couple of entries, but i only remembered alicia's name. I gave her a life/friends, but i couldn't remember anything about what i'd written for the other chick. But, i had two people read it over, and both of them liked what i'd written. i'll edit it and put it on here when i've done four pages in a spiral. It'll probably still look short on a computer, though.

my eye itches...

..

 

..

 

..

 

homecoming game is in a week, dance in two weeks. i'll probably just go with a group. the guy i'd simply love to ask has a gf. i sure know how to pick 'em, eh? i could go with micheal again, i suppose. only we didn't really go 'together' last year. i just drove him cuz he couldn't.

 

kay, well, i'm gonna go find something fun and amusing to do with my life. and print off the other stuff on that story from earlier. toodles! 

1 Kommentar 13.9.07 03:34, kommentieren

Well, look who's back!

Yeah! Isa Mario.

...

What? Not exciting enough?! What do you want... Mickey Mouse???

...

OH. I see how it is. Mickey gets ALL the cool-ness. Well... you suck.

...

...?

...

...*walks off*

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Remember that very first story I wrote in here? About the girl with two lives? I spent the last twenty minutes of my essay time writing some more of that, only to mix up some of the facts. Go figure. Good thing i spent 1/2 that time doodling.

Doodling, i've found, is very relaxing. I bet it cures something. like, The Common Cold. Yeah...

 

Well, I bet you are wondering how my day went. that's what blog-thingies are for, right? Well, even i don't care too much about my day. Just the important stuff. LIke that i'm not watching finding nemo right now. and i should be. but SOMEBODY came home and SOMEBODY was mad at a certain brother of mine, so SOMEBODY made ME stop watching MY movie. It's not like nobody's ever seen finding nemo. geez... T.T

 

Oh, yeah, right, day. Uhh...

So there's one girl who I want to be swallowed up by the earth and to never appear in my life again. ever. she just needs to go. away. forever.

There's also two guys i want gone. one is david kelly (kelley?) He gives off this scary stalker vibe that, need-less-to-say, scares me. what else do scary stalker vibes do? And the other one? He's nice, but he follows me around and i really hate to be mean, but i don't like him, and i don't want another 'jeff' predicament. that was SO awkward. in my defense, though, he WAS the only guy in my class. literally. there was us two, and the teacher. it was forced, i swear.

 

The rest of my day was spent mostly doing work and stuff.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wonder how many spaces that is... probably like a hundred. but - who cares?

1 Kommentar 12.9.07 04:32, kommentieren

If I were a cereal, I'd be....

...fruit loops. totally. i'm NOT special k. ick. no. bad.

 

 

Tiny Dancer


Elsie rummaged through the pile of boxes, looking for the odd pieces of knick-knack she so ovd and that her grandfather had just given her. She pulled out various things – a small bronze dog, costume jewelry, etc – before Grandfather emerged from the stairwell.

“Hullo,” she said, returning to the box, and sneezing as vast quantities of dust burst from it.

“Find anythink yet, enkelin?”

“Oh, yes, there are some wonderful things here. Thank you so much for letting me have them.”

“Nine nine, it vas nothink. Dey only serve to gather dust now.”

From the bottom of the box, Elsie pulled out a tiny music box. It was intricately carved, and inlaid with mother-of-pearl. There were two words inscribed on the top - 'Моя любовь.' Her grandfather chuckled as he look at it.

“Ah, I vas vondering when dat would show up again,” He took the box, and gazed at it, as if looking at a dear friend.

“What is it?” Elsie was intrigued by the strange greeting he'd given the box.

“An old friend,” he replied. “Vant to hear a story about this little mädchen here?”

She turned around and made herself comfortable. “There's a story with that one?”

“Of course. She is a very special tänzer, you see...”

*

“Klaus! Klaus! Come quickly!” The woman's shouts were barely audible over the sounds of the blizzard outside.

“Emiline? What are you doing outside? And during such a storm. Come inside this instant!”

The woman obeyed, but brought the tiny basket inside with her. A sleeping infant lay within, sound asleep despite the storm outside.

“Look at what God has given us, Klaus! A baby girl, the very thing we wanted.” Her faced was snowcoved, but shone with a glow he hadn't seen since they'd gotten married and run off to join the ballet. “Isn't she beautiful, Klaus?”

Klaus leaned over and looked into the basket. The infant girl was beautiful, her features looked as though they belonged on a porcelain doll rather than a human baby. Wisps of black hair, as fine as spun silver, covered her head.

While his wife took the child out of the basket, he pulled out the blankets, and discovered a note and a small, wooden box.

The child is yours to keep,

But 'ware – open the box,

And child and dreams both

Will be gone.


Klaus studied the note for a few moments, and then slipped it into his pocket along with the box, deciding to show it to Emiline once the baby was settled.

He took out his pipe, and puffed for only a few moments, before becoming restless, and getting up to prowl the small front room of their apartment. Outside, the snow was beginning to settle, and the winds were dying down. Dawn's light was seeping over the horizon, lighting everything it touched with the pale light of morning. The room opened to the east, but the curtains were drawn so only faint traces slid inside. Klaus, still uneasy, continued to pace, but stopped when his wife re-entered.

“What's wrong, love?” Her English accent brought a slight smile to his lips, and he silently gave her the note and box. She studied it for a moment, before replying. “Where should we hide it?”

“Somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will ever think of looking for it.”

“And where, Klaus, is such a place?”

“I have no idea. I was hoping you would help me figure that out.”
“Hmm... for now, until we know or can tell her, perhaps, we should keep it safe. It should always be with one of us, or hidden where a child can never get to it.”

Klaus pocketed the box, extinguished his pipe, then hugged her. “What would I do without you?”

“Get along somehow, with a different girl, perhaps.”

“There's no girl for me but you.”

She laughed. “Come, we should practice before today's performance.”

 

 

I love writing stuff, but i hate that i can never finish it. just once, i would like to write something all the way through without deciding that it needs major changes. Por que yo no estoy contenta con este???


I'll see if i can find any more stuff... ah! here we go. this one's alright. however, it's un-editted, so it's probably worse than that one up there...

 

 

Stories say that, in the beginning, there were only two - the Light and the Dark. It was only much later that the five others came, although some earlier than others. It's said that the first two were at, not exactly war, but a kind-of war. A mental one. They created the first beings – Demons and Angels, and in doing so, summoned up the other five. With these two warring peoples, they needed Time, and Earth and Fire and Wind, and so on. But then something changed. The Dark and Light developed relationships with the others, and became less so. They became just a little more grey, until they re-defined themselves. Sun and Moon. The hatred transformed into a strange kind of love. While their people continued to fight, none-the-less, the two were less eager to help spread the fight. And, while all that was happening, the other five established their own peoples. Earth had her humans, and elves and so on. Fire created worlds and realities with great, fiery beings. Wind created Dragons, and others who would survive in her cloudy, wind-swept worlds. Time kept everything together. But Water... Water kept all of their people alive, and she created no children of her own until much later. But, because she was the youngest, and the least corrupt by the elder two's ancient arguments, and wars, she was given yet another power to help keep their current worlds together and safe – she was given responsibility over the dimensions. She was put in charge of making sure everything was stable, a difficult thing for a Goddess so young. She created three worlds – Atlantis, Cael and Vespai, and a shadow realm that bound all three together, and was only as large as the imaginations of those who travelled there. A dream world, some might say. But it allowed that all dimensions should meet in those three worlds, and that any who travelled worlds must, even if it is wasn't even noticed, pass through them.

Still, she created no children of her own. She waited until almost 2 milenia had passed, before she made her final perfections. She was wary of having her children come out as the early elves and humans had, but also not wanting them to be too peaceful. The Daemons came first, and of that we are very proud. She created us at first to merely be Shape shifters, skin changers, etc, but when certain tribes of us formed bonds with certain creatures, she allowed us to split our souls and bind them with that of an animals, a bond we are fiercely proud of. Atlatians came next – the 'mer-people' who only took on their near-human form in their domed, underwater cities. The last were a strange people, a people whose home would have been Vespai but for an accident. They were left stranded in every other world – great behemoths of the Sea, created to protect and guard her most sacred treasure. To this day, those to manage to travel to Vespai find it not a wonderful place, but a barren wasteland. It is rumored that the treasure the creatures were designed to protect was her heart – the most pure part of her that she took from herself, and hid carefully and safely, to prevent herself from corrupting it. Only a small portion is said to still beat within her, enough that she can still feel it, but not enough for her to influence it beyond just her purest emotions. “

Excerpt from “History of our Goddess, Volume Two”

 

Meh. It needs work.

 

Toodles!

 

 

 

11.9.07 13:59, kommentieren

Close but no cigar

That's such a weird saying. but i'm not continuing.

 

but - tonight i'm gonna lay down a few of my basic guy rules.

First up - men. boys, really. I will start by saying that if i like a guy, i will probably check him out a little first. see if he has a gf, if he hangs out with weirdos/cool people, if he does drugs, ect. if i don't like you, i won't do this. that's how it is. if i still think he's okay after all that, i might consider actually asking him out/talking to him (depends on the intimidation factor) Those are, generally, my guy rules.

There are some don'ts, of course. NEVER stalk me. ever ever ever. *cough* ian *cough* not cute, guys, it's scary. also, i like my guys to have some looks. a little vain, but if he's not cute and has no personality (or just lacks both/either) then it's no for sure.

also, i try SUPER hard to be nice. if i know you like me, and i don't like you back, i'm gonna try the subtle hints first. after that, i might actually have to drop a few bigger ones. then, of course, i'm just gonna have to say it outright so that you stop. and don't go hating me for it - i'll try the hints for as long as i'm able.

next up - my advice from a former close male friend. i've made it a little more user friendly, but these are some tips i got from his pov, so please take it into consideration that this isn't exactly me talking. i just liked most of his advice.

 

From a guys point of view:

We don't care if you talk to other guys.

We don't care if you're friends with other guys.

But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.

Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.

Don't tell us we're wrong.

We'll stop trying to convince you.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.

Push us down on the couch and make a move once in a while. We like that aggressiveness about you and we like the unexpected. When we know you're really happy, it makes us happy too.

Don't be mad when we hold the door open.
Take Advantage of the mood im in.

LET US PAY FOR YOU!

DON'T "FEEL BAD"

We enjoy doing it (Paying for you).

It's expected.

Smile and say "thank you."

Kiss us when no one's watching.

If you kiss us when you know nobody's looking we'll be more impressed.

You don't have to get dressed up for us.

If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.

We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.

honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up

Don't take everything we say seriously.

Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Don't get angry easily.

Stop using magazines/media as your bible.

***Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartny is in front of us.

***It's boring, and we don't care.
You have girlfriends for that.

Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"

I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey
handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.

If we ask you if you're alright, it's a genuine concern.
The only reason we ask is because we care.
Or if we ask what's wrong and you say "Nothing" with or without a smile, we know something is wrong.
Just tell us what it is. We're the boyfriend, we're here to listen because we care."

 

and that's that. good night all! ^.^ 

1 Kommentar 11.9.07 04:48, kommentieren

Perhaps, yes

I dunno if i'm gonna continue. The letters represent names, obviously, but i haven't quite decided on them yet. Still in the process of that. part two shall be tomorrow. or maybe it'll be something different. i dunno. i usually don't stay with one subject for too long.

5.9.07 14:07, kommentieren