Portrait for Jessica!

Me and Jess ^.^
Can you name all the references?
Are you a total nerd like us?

The Most Awesomest Chibi Comic To Date!

This is way cool and I think I have a kitten in my pants. Please excuse me.

How to Combat Karate Chops

This really happened. He karate chopped at my face so I licked him.
Just in case you ever want to know, he may smell spiffy, but he tastes BAD!

Oh! I have a Gaia account now, if someone reads this and wants to be my buddy. I'm "psychoslaphead" there too. I can give you chibi avi arts!

---With your mind made up and your confident smile.

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Look! I'm being punctual!

OMG!
I'm such a nerd!
Aren't you proud of me? (I know you and Brady are, Evan.)
I'm sitting here blogging with Fuze fruit drink in hand and stack composed of my sketchpad (acid and lignin(sp) free because I'm anal about the yellowing!), my new copies of EGM, Flight vol.4, and Trinity Blood II, and my Koh-I-Noor pencil encased with a clicky eraser in it's own little box listening to Left of Center on Sirius radio, watching my Wii pulse blue because it has another new message for me, and seriously considering writing either some fan fiction about Abel and Tres or an irate letter to EGM about where you can live that it's impossible to get broadband. (e.g.: here)
I wonder who the Wii messkage is from.

Oh! Now my mother made me change the channel and I'm listening to the much less nerdy Alt. Nation. I had the perfect situation.
I suppose I could move my base of operations downstairs and listen to my new Peter Bjorn and John CD, but I don't think I can carry all my nerd gear and the laptop at the same time. >_<

Does anyone have a good idea for a story? Evan gave me one yesterday, but I've still not got an idea good enough for it. (Did you read that? You better have read that?) It's a format more than an actual story--- the problem, you could say, is that I have no problem for my wonderfully imaginative main character to face.

I'm beginning to loathe the mainstream. I'm going to be a hermit living behind a Borders in a cardboard box with a laptop, a stack of manga and magazines, and an expensive pencil.

I've revamped the main character of what I think is going to be my next story longer than fifty pages, but there's still something wrong with the way I drew her. The lines are wrong. Maybe her legs are too short? If I posted it here would you tell me what's wrong?
I need a visit counter or YOU need to leave me a comment, dear reader. I need to count because by my evidence my closest friends and family only read this on occasion so they're not terribly dependable for this sort of thing.

Need a Chibi. No Chibis on this computer . . . *grr*

My mother dose not like Bjork. Now I must have her new CD! >U<
That's a face btw. Not some failed HTML.

I think I need an anime fix. Yes . . . I believe I have some Bleach on the DVR . . . hmm . . .

<(o . o)>

KIRBY'S BEEN HIT!

--- Negative. It is not a issue because I am not human. *^*
*MUHAHAHAHAHA!
"I R BAD!"
^v^

today is a sigh

This entire day has been one big sigh. I ache all over and I'm refusing to put on clothes. It was a great effort to put on some pants. I didn't even brush my teeth. I've eaten a poptart, popcorn . . . and some pasta salad. All P foods. Wonder why that is?
I have 52 stars on Mario64 that I recently downloaded on my Wii and I haven't even gone through the door at the top of the stairs in the foyer.
Aren't I good?
I deserve a dancing Kirby for that. ^(^.^)>
Yeah.
Been watching Dead Like Me that SciFi Channel show about grim reapers all day and doing a wicked puzzle that's sound waves of someone's ninth in C major turned to light waves in friggin circles. It's evil, but absorbing.
Puzzles, Poptarts, and cult TV. *sigh*

Speaking of cult media, watched Carnival of Souls the other day before watching Francis Ford Cupola's version of Bram Stoker's Dracula. I don't know why they bothered to make it BRAM STOKER'S in big letters because they took a few liberties with Mina, but I've heard that theory before. I thought it was cool that Tom Waits was Reinfield, but I like the Reinfield: Slave of Dracula version of him the best. That's a good book.
The only reason I'm glad I read Dracula was because all the side stories people have wrote about it. Bloodline and Dracula and . . . that Richard Matheson story about the boy and the bat at the zoo. I think it was Richard Matheson that wrote that story anyway.

Have you heard that in the new Will Smith movie of I Am Legend there are no vampires? !!! That's dumb! I was disappointed with their choice of Will Smith, but to take out the vampires that haunt all his nights with there jeers and calls that they're his neighbors and to come out and let them eat him! That's ludicrous! I so can't spell that word without spellcheck. Spellcheck doesn't like the word spellcheck.

Add some strawberry delight to the list of things I ate. Would strawberry delight be capitalized? Are the names of desserts capitalized? Apple pie isn't, but would Apple Brown Betty?

If anyone read this they could tell me. (oh wait! ADDY! Do you know if desserts are capitalized?)

--- Singer is a crook oh-ai-oh kitchen is for cook oh-ai-oh scissors at the barber's . . .

Scroll, monkey! SCROLL!

























































Now, because I forgot yesterday, I'll give you a great comic I drew in two parts. It's another one of those character ones, but it's funny even if you don't know who the guy is. Only about four people know who he is anyway. XD

I drew this pic of the perfect guy for Addy.
Tah-dah!
(Not my best work, but . . . it's on the back of Earth Science notes, so cut me some slack.)

--- Hang me up to dry! I'm pearly like the wh-wh-whites of your eyes!

Two Months? Jeez.

This is a part of a pair of comix I wrote, but my photo editor appears to be malfunctioning and I cannot find the second half. That's okay because they're funny by themselves.

It just annoys me because I did the whole text box thing and the lines and cleaning up the wrinkles and spots which takes an hour and a half . . . X<

I can't believe it's been . . . approximately two months since I last posted. It's excusable in part because I didn't have internet for a while. XP that was torture. When we got it back we downloaded ONE GIG within a ten hour period! We're on satillite so we thought we were gonna get FAP'ed (Fair Acess P-something) and get our internet taken away for downloading too much.

Okay in three months . . . I stopped in April so . . .

I now have a Wii. YAY!
I have a puddle of kittens. Names of Brave Sir Robin, Ichabod, the Frik Frak Twins, and Darth Vader.
Vader is an adorable black long-haired kitten and he will crush the rebel forces.
Brave Sir Robin is the most adorable sweet kitten ever.
Frik and Frak are everywhere all the time.
Icahbod is a kitten that could tear your hand off if he put his mind to it. Rawr.
Kittens . . . ^_^

I'm out of school, but I'm in summer school because I'm not taking a science credit next year and that's a no-no. But I'm really taking nine classes next year because I managed to get Chemistry and Latin online. I'm gonna be soooo stressed out.
I'm a SOPHOMORE! No longer a wee freshman I have moved up a level! Yay! ^(^.^)^
Addy and Cody are with me in Earth Science (my summer class). We basically cover an entire week of stuff in a day because we're in the same class FIVE HOURS A DAY. It's almost excruciatingly boring at times.
It's rocks.

I got the new Battles's Mirrored, Cold War Kids' Robbers and Cowards, Arctic Monkeys' Favourite Worst Nightmare, Tim Hecker's Harmony in Ultraviolet, um, and countless CD's from Smit.
I've hung out with Evan, become better aquainted with Jared (not like that) and Ben, gotten a subscription to Electronic Gaming Monthly, been camping, and made a rap video out of FDR's New Deal (with Evan, Brady, and Ben). Evan had to come up with so many things that rhymed with '-ation' (all those administrations and organizations).
That was only a few highlights.

I was with Evan yesterday, actually. We made sushi. Considering we only had about five different things to put in the rolls they weren't half bad. That's the first time I've ever made sushi. Mine would never stick together. XP
^-^ I have a Brave Sir Robin in my lap! She's so cute! (Never been terribly gender specific with pet names.)

--- What did you expect, romantic Isle of Wight? Just empty desert life.

Art . . .

Does anyone get this one? I've had to explain it several times.

Yesterday I went to KC with the Art Club. It was really cool after I threw up twice. I called my dad when I did and he came up later to take me home, but I felt better. He was a little annoyed but he got to go to the art museums with us. I liked the Kemper better than the Nelson-Atkins myself. But the Nelson-Atkins didn't have it's contemporary art on display because of construction so . . . My favorite part of that museum was the big Chinese exhibit where they had a piece of a wall with paintings on it preserved for . . . a long time. There were some original temple pillars and things with it. There were these huge dragons carved into the temple ceiling an this statue of Quan Yin in front of the wall. I bought a poster of that statue. I just love the serene look on her face and her eyes.
It was a great trip except for the bus ride up there. XP
Then today I went with Smit (new name and color for Mr.S) to the art show today to do a still life competition and be do sticky tack monkey work with Jaci. We helped him put up the art and did that still life thing. I was in there for two hours and I got first place! Yay! I got third on that group project which was the only other thing of mine Smit entered. Jaci got first in one category and maybe second in another. She had a bunch of stuff in the contest.
We didn't win a whole lot but the judges were really conservative and they picked the lamest stuff in most cases. The Best in Show for high school was this picture of these skull with water oil pastels and newspaper. It wasn't that great.
But I've spent most of this weekend with Smit. Had to be at school super early on Friday and early on Saturday, too. Ah, the sacrifices one must make for one's art . . .

---Here-is-your-ro-bot-mu-sic.

This one is sort of an inside joke. Or did I post that in this blog? hmm . . .

Snotbubbles

Now I'm at home again. I wasn't at school yesterday cause I felt like poopy. I'm home again today because my mommy thinks the school is poopy.
I may not be going back.
I'm gonna miss the Art Club trip to the KC Art Museum! *sniffle*
And Taylor's supposed to be coming to school tomorrow. Maybe I'll be going back maybe I won't.
*sigh*

Arguments and Referrals

This is us.

Okay, my mom just called to inform me that she got a letter about a referral (badness) I got at school. A referral? WHAT? I didn't get a referral!!! Apparently I'd been talked to about it and it happened on the 23rd at 3:30 from Mrs. Counselor Lady. I DIDN'T GET A REFERRAL!
The letter my mom got said that I'd been spoken to, just to bring it all full circle.
One would think I would remember if I'd been spoken to.

This is my tribute to the Reduced Shakespeare Company's Complete Works of Shakespeare. Thank you Austin Tichner (can't spell that), Reed Martin and Adam . . . whatever his name is.
Someone tell me his name!

Please.

If you do I'll make you dancing Kirbies!

Drama

I've had a lot of drama lately and I've avoided posting it. It's just your regular highschool crap anyways. Being antagonized for openly having a girlfriend with do that to you even though she's getting a lot more crap than I am. We've come up with a strategy. We "broke up" and are now back together only we're trying to keep it on the down low. It's not really working. You can't keep anything secret in a school as small as mine.
Maybe I'll put up a Chibi pic of her or something.
Not now though. Now I'll give you a pic of me dancing with a skwiddle.

Four Horsemen of the Apocolypse

This is us as War, Death, and Pestilance. The other guy . . . is Famine . . . and I'm not sure if he's anyone else. Make up a name for him.

Sporkinator

This one is one of the very first ones I drew. It's luvverly.

Does that "Mr. Change Your Pants While Driving" commercial bother you? It really bothers me for some reason. . .

This one is totally Emo.
I luv it! ^.^

Battle of Epic Proportions

Isn't it lovely! You have to be a total anime, X-men, starwars geek to get it to it's full potential. It Roxas My Soxas.
Just to add another reference in there. XD

Chibi!

Look it's friggin sweet!!!!
(>^.^)><( ^.^ )><(^.^<)

Comix

I've been doodling these chibi comix lately and I thought I'd upload them to this blog so other people could see the sheer cuteness, but until I fill the pages so I can tear them out guilt free, I'm just going to put this one up because it's already torn out.

It's a little exclusive and you probably won't get it because the characters are all in my head.

I like it. XP

Some people don't even get the joke, but that's okay because the faces are wonderful. XD I particularly like the face of the guy in the second panel, the happy guy. Torin's so adorable!

KC at three

I just woke up from a . . . 10 hour nap from 10 this morning to 8pm. I only slept 2 hours last night because I spent most of it chugging caffeinated beverages and looking for a million dollars.
We went to our prescouted position in KC at 8pm yesterday and made it up there at one. We parked in a long term garage and trudged out to the park where the coin was supposed to be. Most of us were wearing two jackets. There were around a dozen searchers total, not counting the four of us.
We poked around the ice and frozen mud looking for this coin for about three hours when we decided to stop searching and start watching. We thought maybe they hadn't put it out yet. We got the car and parked near the park, keeping tabs on the other searchers. We were trying to figure out which ones were from Dr.Pepper (the company sponsoring this thing).
To make a long story short we didn't find the coin, but we found a golf ball, two pairs of muddy boots, a muddy jacket, a lonely glove, a pair of women's gloves, and a diet Dr. Pepper can.
We waited until six, still keeping tabs, so we could go to Union Station and use their bathrooms.
We drove back home and I slept a little then, bringing my grand total up to two hours instead of just one.
We got home and I got my crap in the house and went down stairs, falling asleep as soon as I hit the futon. CX
Now I feel like crap cause I slept all day, but it's LOST night! Yay.
Did you like my story? No one tells me anything.

--- I struggle for the words and then give up.

Pyrotechnics

The morning called to Pyro. He smiled and opened his eyes.
He looked up at the sky and counted the birds he saw. There were fourteen. Fourteen birds for fourteen years. He knew today was the day he would make a name for himself . . . well, he had a new name now, but he would perhaps make it known to the whole city. Pyro, once William, the boy with fire in his eyes, would show the whole place just how great his bloodline was. He would kill the greatest king the city had ever had.
He crept down the empty early morning alleys of the sleeping city called Road’s End. He slid down the side of one of the huge drainage ditches of the city carrying last night’s rainwater and trash alongside him as he walked down the trench. In the side of the trench there was a crack almost covered with clinging gray-green vines and moss.
Pyro pushed the vines aside and squeezed through a tight passageway into a wider tunnel with luminescent fungi growing in patches on the walls. The blue glow on his orange eyes made him look surreal creeping through the tunnel.
He emerged onto a thin strip of shore on the edge of a subterranean lake. The dark water shushed quietly on the silver sands. He walked along the shore leaving new footprints on the recently washed shore.
He paced around the curve of the dark beach, following the dark wall to a wider part of the shore. There was a pool of sunlight on the widest part and in the center, there was a ragged tent. Pyro waited outside it quietly.
“Who’s there?” came a voice from inside.
“Pyro. I need to speak with the thief called Rewin.” The boy cocked his head at the tent, his red hair falling over one eye.
The tent flap opened and a slim figure stepped out. He wore a coat that fell to his ankles and silver hair almost as long. His too flexible fingers hung at his side, strangely empty. He always had some small trinket or strange bauble that he played with constantly.
“You want to make your name as I have, huh? Come to learn the ways of the thief like so many others?” he asked the boy.
“No.” Pyro said. “I need you to get me some stuff.”
“A job?” the man’s thin lips spread in a smile that was too wide. “What will you pay me with, kid?”
“This.” Pyro pulled a small crystal ball from his pocket.
Rewin looked at the crystal reverently. “Where did you get this?”
“I found it.” Pyro pulled his hand back from the man’s stare. “And if you give me what I want you can have it.”
“What do you want?” Rewin looked up at him.
“I want explosives.” Pyro looked him in the eyes. “Enough to blow up the palace.”
"The palace?” Rewin’s face grew wary. “I can’t let you blow up the palace. King Tile―” Pyro put the ball back in his pocket and turned to go. “Wait!” Rewin cried. “Okay, okay, give me until tonight.”
“I want them by sundown.” Pyro said quietly.
“You remind me a little of him,” Rewin said. “Perhaps it is the way your mouth is set. The perfect shadow of that rebellious sneer he always wore.”
“Who?” Pyro pulled the crystal from his pocket. “Him?”
“My friend, my partner in crime, my mentor.” Rewin tugged on a lock of hair absentmindedly, his strange fingers twining around it like snakes. He held out a gray hand for the orb. “I want that first. I have to be sure it was his.”
“It is.” Pyro took a step back.
“If I wanted to, I could make you give it to me.” Rewin glared at the boy from behind his curtain of stray hair. “You know what blood runs in my veins. And I can call on the powers of those like me if I need to.”
Pyro held out the globe reluctantly. Rewin’s fingers snaked out and curled around the object. He held it close to his face staring into its depths. His eyes widened with surprise. “It is his,” he breathed.
“Yes. I want my explosives,” prompted the boy.
“As you said.” Rewin turned back to his tent, but didn’t go inside. His sharp nose and curved pointed ears were outlined with light. “I’ll meet you with the things tonight at my namesake. You know where.”
Pyro nodded and made his way back up the beach.
Rewin’s slender frame slid between the tent flaps and he sat where his comrade once sat, closing his eyes and remembering the last day they were together.

***

Pyro waited behind the ruined statue of the Mages. They had been great heroes of this city, but this place had been hit in the War of the Forest by one of the flame bombs and had never been restored. The whole city had always been a patchwork of magic and science, old and knew, wood and metal, but now it looked even stranger. The patches were there to replace what was burnt or blown to smithereens.
Rewin stepped around the statue and held a small box toward Pyro. “Here you are,” he said.
Pyro looked at it dubiously. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.” Rewin smiled. “Be careful. It’s delicate, but, as asked, it has power.”
“Really?” Pyro looked at the box with wonder.
“Yes, but Pyro, I think that trying to kill King Tile isn’t a good idea―”
“What do you know?” Pyro looked up at the thief. “You were the greatest in your day, but now you’re all washed up and it’s my turn. Only I’m not going to be a petty thief like you. I’m going to make a mark on this city, one that’s not easily erased by time or money. I’m going to kill King Tile for what he did to my father and grandfather.”
“Your father?” Rewin looked surprised.
“Yes. My father was the man who was supposed to be king. My father, Prince Horatio, was run out of this city by Tile and his cronies and driven into the forest in poverty and fear. Now I’ve come to get the ultimate revenge.” Pyro’s eyes lit up like flames as he spoke of his vengeance. “I will walk right up to him and tell him who I am right before I blow him and his precious palace to bits!”
Rewin let a smile spread across his face. “Tile and his cronies drove your noble father out of his rightful place, eh? What if I told you I was one of those cronies?”
“What?” Pyro stared up at him surprised.
“I worked with Tile to get rid of your father. I wondered when I'd hear about him again. I knew that was too easy.”
“Y-you?” Pyro stuttered. “You helped him!”
Rewin nodded. “And I think I’ll do it again.” He rushed Pyro and slammed his slender shoulder into the box. A loud crack sounded from inside. “I can’t let you destroy the best thing that’s ever happened to this city!”
“So you’ll destroy yourself?” Pyro snarled.
“It’s a better death than most!” Rewin cried as a fiery explosion bloomed from the box engulfing the pair.

What do you think? It's sort of a continuation of some of my other stories, but can you get it without knowing about that? Was it any good? Critique please.

---Higher place. Elevator, baby, elevator, baby, elevator, baby, elevator, baby. Levitate me!

NEVER!

Today I will post again. Sorry I've neglected all my loyal readers.

Ha!

I'm blogging about yesterday because today is Saturday and if I had class on Saturday I'd be hallucinating. Or maybe I'm hallucinating that I have classes Mondays through Fridays and I do have class on Saturday and Sunday, but I think I don't. Oooo . . .

PE: We wandered around and did nothing because they were setting up for 2nd hour assembly in there.

Geo: We went to a spirit assembly for homecoming. The basket ball team had to dress up in tinfoil, toilet paper and duct tape to look like homecoming queens. The homecoming candidates had to do some lame games and we did class cheers. 20-10! Mr.S was across the room when the did the faculty cheer. He doesn't care.

Eng: We finished reading an excerpt from The Joy Luck Club and answered questions. I've changed books for my book report again. I was reading And Then There Were None, but since all the characters are major I couldn't get into one of their heads enough to do a bunch of stuff about them in my report. I changed my book to Poison by Chris Wooding. I got it because I checked out The Haunting of Alazibel (that's not how you spell that) Cray again which I loved. This one's pretty good too so far. I just finished the first hundred pages last night and had to write a summary on them before I could move on.

Lunch: Evan and I aruged with Brady to get him to come to the Homecoming dance tonight. He wouldn't do it. I gave up but Evan kept trying to get Brady to go. He said he'd come to the game, but he wasn't staying for the dance, which meant I had to go to the game to see Brady. I hate going to games. XP

Advisory: I read some. I should've done my Geometery homework, but it's not due till Tuesday anyway. So ha. Oh, yeah, and I finished my cool confetti colored flower project yesterday morning! Yay!

Phys Sci: Um, we're into physics now and I like chemistry better. I don't think I'll be taking physics again unless there are no position vs. time or velocity vs. time graphs. I hate those.

Art: Right now we're working on an initial project. You draw your first and last initial in a design in the middle of the page and then you fill in the background. I wasted three days trying to draw out my initials because I kept screwing up and then I gave up and transfered the graphite from the original onto my paper leaving much space for background. I have no idea what I'm going to do. This won't be one of my better projects.

Am His: We're watching a movie on Teddy Roosevelt. It's boring. I know about Teddy Roosevelt, did a report on him in third grade.

Bio: We're working on energy transfer in the food chain. It's really great. XP

After school I went home and looked at the timer in the Hell Hole of Gorillaz Kong Studios, and I had seven hours to go. It was almost five so I thought midnight. I was wrong. The timer went off at eleven and I missed it. I have to wait for another 115 days, or 16. something weeks, or approximately 4.6 months for the timer to hit zero again. Fuzzmunchkins.
I got ready and showed up at the game looking for Brady or someone. Brady found me first and we sat and talked through half the game until Evan got there late, as usual. then I moved to the row in front of Evan and talked to him, periodically going to get people popcorn because I was "bored out of my tiny little mind." I talked to Bobby a little and Kyle and Tori, too. Oh, and Austin and Sam. The JV team won and the Varsity lost. HA!
I left the last game early because the dance was open in the other gym and I walked over there with Evan. Well, first we walked to Evan's dad's car then we rode over there because it was warmer. XD
The dance was really cool! They had this UFO over the door with lights and streamers on it and there were glowsticks everywhere. They were on the walls and there were blacklights and we had a real DJ (even if he could only play the top 40 on station 96.5). Evan payed for my ticket and I owe him $4.50. There was nobody there for the first part of the dance because the game was still on so people were flipping balloons at each other and playing balloon hacky sack and stuff. It was fun. I don't think that's how you spell hacky sack.
Then when people started showing up and the music got louder I started shaking it like a Poloriod picture. Yeah! Evan wanted to know if I could to the thick girl booty shake and I discovered I can. The lower you go the easier it is to do. I was dancing like a crazy person. "Dance like nobody's watching."--- Mark Twain That was me. XDXDXD
I danced with Kaurine, Katie, Evan, Sam, Austin, Mikayla, . . . um I'm sure there were more. I was a dancing with everybody! Kaurine was going around giving hugs to people she didn't know and Katie taught me how to box step.
I was kinda sad because Brady wasn't there, so I didn't have two dates. I didn't just want to go with Evan. It was all or nothing. But then Brady was there and it was all good. Angie made him go!
Mr. McMealy taught Brady and Evan how to do the western two step and they did that to every song, rap, rock, or country. I did the robot to almost every song and soon ran out of dances so I was doing the same things. I didn't care. It was fun. XD My feet and my abs hurt from shaking it like that for three hours.
They played White and Nerdy just before Brady got there. They played I Write Sins Not Tragedies and the whole gym sung along. It was great because on the words they 'shh!'ed everyone singing along sung them anyway. Sam and I really got into it and sung the "haven't you people ever heard of. . ." part in each other's faces every time. It was great.
That was the best dance I'd ever been to. I usually hate dances.
Maybe it's cause I danced this time.
I slow danced with Kaurine and Katie and whatshername. We talked to Mr. Mu-ckraker (this is Mr. McMealy's new name; pronounced Muh-cracker) a little. I was so tired at the end of it. And Evan almost left his phone with me. If Brady hadn't seen him in that van I would still have his phone.

Now I'm blogging, wasting time until Brady calls to arrange when we're going to go to his house. XD I'm going to hang out there later today and I'll blog about that tomorrow. The little doggy is kinda cute. I need to take a shower and brush my teef or summin. My breath is gross.
Thought I'd share that with you.

--- What a beautiful wedding said the bridesmaid to the waiter. Oh, yes but what a shame, what a shame the poor grooms bride is a shh.

I'm so FLATTERED!

-Axel quote.
Axel rox. He's so cool he dies for you.

Today I was super hyper which was really weird considering it was the first day of school after and ice storm break.
Gym sucked. I suck a volleyball therefore gym=suck.
I got all my work done in Geometry and that made me happy then I got to complain to Evan on the way to English about how he never comes to visit me in geometry.
English was silly. I'd already finished my map project, all I have to do is rewrite my labels so Mr.Lawsomething can read them and I'll do that tomorrow.
Lunch was weird. They had paper plates in the cafeteria and that was strange. I'm curious as to why. Will we be having more paper plate lunches? Will that become the norm? Or was this a one time thing brought on by some terrible misfortune with the dishwasher?
The world wants to know.
I got From Dust Returneth . . . in Advisory from the library.
In physical science we had to review nuclear decay equations because we forgot it all over the week.
In art I finished my seal project and started on the next one. It's a boring project where you draw a flower and color it. XP That's dumb. I think I'm going to get a different flower tomorow. I want something more fun than a rose.
We read letters from a guy who went to the Alaska gold rush in Am His and Mr. McMealy got to play Vanna White with his illustrations on the board. Mr. McMealy is as good an artist as he is a poet.
I'm tired now. I'm going to go kick some Nobody butt in Final Form and hope and pray that I can beat Sephiroth someday. *sigh* Will I ever be good enough?

---All the way. We will see it coming. All the wa-ay.

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I have mah power back! YAY!
Now I'm happy.
I'm having lots of fun staring at the lights, being on the internet and listening to my stereo. I'm going to listen to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's old one next. I wonder if Mr.S will pick their new one up?
I hope he does, but if he doesn't I have a little cash left. XDXDXDXD
I'm listening to their free promo on myspace at the moment. It rox.

Bob has found a way over my wall. Did I tell you that?
She gets into my room and wreaks havock while I sleep. Or sometime she naps on my head. She's so cute I don't care. Today she slept draped over my hip like a little furry beanbag. She gets up when I get up and follows me upstairs most days now.
Except that because of this ice storm last night was the first night I've slept in my bed for a long time. It was nice.
The ice is supposed to melt today and tomorrow, but Saturday it's going to snow again. XD We don't have school until next Monday. This has been a seven day weekend. XDXDXD
I love snow/ice days when there's power and warmth in your house. It was kind of boring without the electricity. XP
Oh, well. I got Jeffery Bützer's CD the other day. It's awesome too. I like Rabbit Catcher and all the parts of One Hundred and Sixty-Three Black Bubbles. Her Body is a Swamp is good too.
O_o

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---All of which makes me anxious sometimes unbearably so.

Karma

Okay, now I'm without power.
I'm at my grandparent's house blogging now because we lost power . . . two? days ago.
All because I laughed at Evan without any power. XP
We've been playing Killer Bunnies for the past few days. I think we lost power on . . . Saturday? Maybe Sunday. My days have been running together.
It's cold.
The world is silver today because the sun's out reflecting off the iced everything.
It's a highly photogenic day.
I made a bowling pengiun yesterday. Her name is Minerva.
I just thought I'd blog this little bit before I had to go back home to my powerless house. We do have a generator to run the pellet stove, a lamp, and the refridgerator, but it's not like I could play video games on it.
Ever since the power went out that's all I've wanted to do.

--- O_o

Icy shleeshlooshlum

Today was a werid day.

I had this dream that totally freaked me out.

It started out with me and Evan crammed in a seat on a bus together. The bus was full of people of all grades and it was so loud. At first it was just me and Evan talking and being me and Evan. We were talking and stuff. And then he started acting weird.
The bus parked in someone's huge house and we all got off, and I walked over to stand by Evan, but there was this girl from school there. She looked at me and said, "I think there's something wrong with him." I have the distinct feeling she was his girlfriend in my dream. She handed me a bag and inside it was a bunch of Evan's stuff and some weird articles. Most of them were about suicides or murders, but there was one about my dad. I put the articles back in the back and set it next to Evan. I looked up at him and said something, asked him a question or something.
He punched me in the face and I fell to the ground and he started beating the crap out of me. I don't remember anything about that part except his face. It was so scary. His mouth was twisted in a snarl and his eyes were . . . kind of glowing, but not like a dream sort of glowing. He looked like he absolutely hated me.
I was kind of half afraid of him in the back of my mind for most of the morning. He would be standing behind me and talking or something and I would be so tense. It didn't make any sense to me. I have no reason to be afraid of Evan for real, but . . .

Back to today.
Played a dumb game in PE, Marty spent most of the hour explaining the rules to us. The rules we already knew.
I just wanted to take a nap in Geometry.
We did a "vin diagram on steroids" in English about Zarov and Rainsford from The Most Dangerous Game.
I cheered up a bit at lunch. Barrek's voice gives me a headache. Oh, oh, and he also doesn't acknowledge my existence. I don't like him much, which is just fine since he's Haylee's bf.
In science we're learning about nuclear decay equations. They suck.
I gave Mr.S Mew in Art. And I drooled on my project when he was talking to me. He said it was okay. Evan laughed at me. I'm almost done with my project.
We just took notes in Am His. I ate my sucker.
In biology . . . I finished my lab report.

Then I came home and called Evan and waited for ever for his mom to pick me up while intermittently talking to a pitiful Taylor. He was sad cause he couldn't come too.
I went to Evan's. He was being a snot and using his whip crack onomatopoeia on me. You know "wi-pish."
I ate pizza. yay.
Then he watched me play Okami for a long time. I kept asking him if he wanted to play, but he said he'd just watch. So we did that until my dad came to pick me up because the ice storm was getting worse.
A lot of people are out of power now. I still have power yay and so did Evan last I checked. There's ice everywhere and it looks really cool. Evan's mailbox was iced shut.
I fell on my face. When I was going down the steps from my house, I didn't even slip, I just missed a step and fell flat on my face. Pratfalling, right? Yeah. Learned that from Smash Bros.
It was funny, my mom told me. I wished I could've seen it myself, but I had a face full of wet grass.

---Lacquer head knows but one desire. Lacquer head sets his skull on fire! . . . keep on sniffin til your brain goes pop, keep on sniffin til your brain goes pop . . .

Chinaberrytree

It's not you know we don't have time.
*sigh*

Today was okay day.
Gym sucks.
Geometry was a flurry of trying to do my geometery homework due today and my English homework due today. I finished my geometry with seconds to spare and didn't get my English done. XP
English was fun. We played and game and Evan and Kyle were in my group.
Lunch
Doughnuts
was lunch.
Advisory: I got my Geometry homework given today done.
Science: Did a really confusing lab. Mrs. Scary told Evan that Brady told her to give Evan a referal because he never got in trouble. So Evan got the bright idea to act like she had given him one. I was in on it the whole time.
When I met Brady in the hall I got to do the "Evan's got a referral" dance and tell Brady and then laugh as Evan's supposed misery escalated. Brady thought it was as great as I was pretending I did, but Evan had trouble not smiling while he was "sulking."
He kept it up through the walk to Am His and through the beginning of the hour until Brady looks at me and mouths "I think he's faking." I give him an agreeing look and he nods, taking a humoring tone with Evan.
Evan continued to pretend to mope until I looked at Evan and said, "He knows you're faking." Evan then perked right up and told Brady not to tell Sara because he was going to get her with it too. Brady took Evan's sulk to the next level and walked away, ignoring Evan's pleas and sad faces.
I was still laughing. Brady acted mad all hour, but Evan thought Brady was just acting the same way he had been. Brady said he was just mad at Evan and not me, but he left me from Am His without a word and I wasn't so sure.
Oh, well.
He'll be over it tomorrow.
In bio we have the new kid, Don, he's a junior or sophomore, I can't remember, and he's bald like Mr.S. He looks pretty cool, but he could end up being a snot, he kept looking at Evan and I all hour. (He sits right next to us.)
Evan's mindgames continued. He told Sara and Emily about his "referral" and they were like, "What happened? Oh, my god . . ."
Evan said he'd told Mrs. Scary off, but they wanted to know what he said and he kept dodging their questions because he hadn't said anything. When class started and they turned around I grinned and said, "Getting a little wrapped up in our own game, are we?" He'd been biting his bottom lip to keep from smiling when he was talking to them too, they just weren't as observant as Brady.
He told them eventually, fitting the confession in nicely with his story.
And now I 'm here.
He told me to call him at five. I called at five. No one answers.
I call his cell. It's turned off.
What's the point of having a cell phone if the only time he turns it on is when he's at home?
He's a retard.

--- You're special. You rock-rocket through me.

Smentia

Would that have anything to do with Dmentia?

School's back.

and it sux.
XP

I've been through all of Xmas break and most of the last week of shcool . . . I'm going to start spelling it like that.
Today was the first day back, but yesterday I had to be at school to go to an A. Team tournament in Richplace.
It was cool cause Brady brought an extra DS for me on the bus so Evan, Brady, and I were all pictochatting and playing Mario Kart the way up there. The pictochatting was great cause everything I drew had fangs. Evan said it got unoriginal after a while, but I thought it was cool. Cause my waffle took a bite outta his waffle.
We lost, won, lost in Richplace. The questions were hard! We hardly topped one hundred on the game we won! There was CALCULUS! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And then, okay, here's the real story: They said we lost the one we won! They said we lost and we didn't! The scorekeeper had no idea what she was doing and switched us and the other team around on the score sheet. It was even sighed and everything! But we eventually complained enough to the right people, got Mrs. Scary involved, and changed the score back to the way it was supposed to be.
Evan got the man in charge first to find Mrs. Scary, but first he asked the other team if they won and they were like, "Well . . . um . . . you know . . . uh . . . we're not sure . . . erm . . ."
XP

Today:
First hour changed to PE and its sucks. Marty, the gym teacher, is an idiot. He's not only an idiot, he's a bald idiot who talks to much. He's Shelden in twenty years. It's insane. My parents had him, too. He opened the class with a talk about how all people who didn't eat right and exercise were going to end up riding around on those little electric carts at Wal-Mart. It's not only PE, it's PE with an idiot teacher.
Geometery we moved seats again. Brady now sits by Ethan and Evan by Haylee and I sit by the wall and my purse. I'm in the corner alone. Which means I'll get my homework done, but it also means I'm all by myself. I'm sad.
English remains the same. Except we have a senior in our Eng 1 class which is a little odd. At least he's a cool senior one of the nice ones. We're reading The Most Dangerous Game.
Nothing exciting happened at lunch today. Brady gave me his cookie! And his chips! He made that little part of my day. I've been trying to be happy all day (that should please you, Evan), but it just doesn't work. I'm just sunny for about ten minutes and then something happens that bursts my happibubble. Moving seats, having gym, moving seats, being ignored, being yelled at, you know. And now I'm not in a good mood. I'm in a Brady mood. He gets in these sorts of moods a lot. It's a jaw clenching mood.
In science we moved seats too, but she just let you move if you wanted. I'm still where I was because I was going to move back one and sit in front of Evan, but that one girl sat her stuff down just as I stood up. Reviewing my day isn't helping this foul mood.
In Art my day got a little better. Mr.S helped. He lent me two books: Dear New Girl Or Whatever Your Name Is and Mütter Museum.
Dear New Girl is made from a bunch of notes that a teacher kept from her classroom that different artists illustrated. It's really cool. There's notes calling people freaks, talking about boy/girlfriends, arguing, it's just really interesting how the artists used the notes in their work.
Mütter Museum is a collection of photographs from the museum. It was a hospital where they kept all this weird stuff like Siamese twin fetal skeletons, arms with horns, and pictures of legs during different emotions. Some of the pictures are really gross, but some of them are really cool. The fetal skeletons look like pygmy people. They're part of the cool stuff. I imagine they wouldn't be as cool if they weren't just skeletons. Maybe it's something about them looking so friendly and happy for skeletons. Not really like an adult skeleton. They have this sort of charm to them.
Mr. McMealy asked us about what we did over Xmas vacation in class today. He said he became an Anarchist over the break and half the class cheered. He told the same story everyone's hearing right now about getting a passport, but having to have a seal on his birth certificate to get one, and getting one at the health department, but to get his birth certificate with a seal on it he had to use the drivers license he got with the birth certificate that didn't have a seal. I looked at the books Mrs.S gave me.
In biology we jumped right back into class with a review.
And now I'm here.

---But I'm jus' a do-nothin' . . .