A baby was born,
Who was to be king,
But was born in a barn,
A most unseemly thing.
The child was small,
With such perfect form,
That none would suspect
Of the upcoming storm.
From the moment he breathed,
To the moment he laughed,
His days were numbered
To when he'd breath his last.
The reason he lived
Was that he had to die,
To save us all
And he complied.
God had a plan
For his only child,
So as he watched him grow,
I think that he smiled.
But then it happened,
That cold, dark day,
His son gave his life
And thus gave us the way.
Now we can join God,
In heaven above,
And thank him for sending
His child of love.
Ok, so I guess it could be better, but I am getting hungry and I can't think of anything else. Sorry. Merry Christmas!!!! ...Eve...
~ Captain Bonnie Spinner
Monday, December 24, 2007
Merry Christmas
Ok, I thought of this quickly and it's clearly not good. It doesn't have a good rhytm and the rhyming is questionable, but for a last-minute poem I think it's alright...
May your Christmas be joyful,
And full of good cheer,
Your Eve be wonderful
And so your new year.
When the presents are opened
And the chocolates passed round,
Remember the past year,
And friends that you've found.
Remember your family,
The close and the far,
And send them your wishes
Then wish on a star.
Then think of the people,
Asleep on their beds.
And also the people
In the cold, without threads.
The homeless, the hungry,
The angry, the sad,
Remember the reason
Why Christmas is had.
Remember the child
That you saw on the street
Who goes to sleep hungry
And dreams food to eat.
Remember the man
Who's life is all wrong,
And give him some bread
Or some hope, in a song.
Remember the woman,
Hair dirty and curled,
Who gave birth to a child
To save the world.
Remember her boy,
Who died on the cross.
And the world was saved,
At his Father's loss.
Why did he come down
From heaven above?
To show us all
His father's love.
It's Christmas time again.
So be of good cheer,
But don't forget those
Who watch it disappear.
I know, I know, I could do better. I think I had a good one somewhere...I will try to find it...
Oh, ~ Captain Bonnie Spinner.
May your Christmas be joyful,
And full of good cheer,
Your Eve be wonderful
And so your new year.
When the presents are opened
And the chocolates passed round,
Remember the past year,
And friends that you've found.
Remember your family,
The close and the far,
And send them your wishes
Then wish on a star.
Then think of the people,
Asleep on their beds.
And also the people
In the cold, without threads.
The homeless, the hungry,
The angry, the sad,
Remember the reason
Why Christmas is had.
Remember the child
That you saw on the street
Who goes to sleep hungry
And dreams food to eat.
Remember the man
Who's life is all wrong,
And give him some bread
Or some hope, in a song.
Remember the woman,
Hair dirty and curled,
Who gave birth to a child
To save the world.
Remember her boy,
Who died on the cross.
And the world was saved,
At his Father's loss.
Why did he come down
From heaven above?
To show us all
His father's love.
It's Christmas time again.
So be of good cheer,
But don't forget those
Who watch it disappear.
I know, I know, I could do better. I think I had a good one somewhere...I will try to find it...
Oh, ~ Captain Bonnie Spinner.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Ok, here's what's up!
*As a note, this was an email to my pyrate friend. :)*
It's funny, I haven't been able to get on Nema in like a week. That's ok. I spent my birthday ... {note to self: blog about this on xanga} ...sorry. I had a sudden inspiration. Ok, so Wednesday I have club vb like normally I do. Then after that my week was so fun (not that club isn't; it is). So this is what I did:
December 5
After I came home from club, my mom called me down and said Dad had a present for me. I smiled because I knew it was money for my video camera that I plan to get today. They were going to give me my present early because they wouldn't see me until Friday. So I went downstairs and opened the envelope my dad handed me and I got $50 ! Woohoo! But then he gave me a small box and I opened it.
Guess what it was.
No, seriously, guess.
Come on, would he really give me that?
Think again!
Do you give up?
Ok, fine.
It was a golden 4-band puzzle ring from the Middle east! I was speechless for a grand total of three seconds. Then the words came pouring out of my mouth and I started jumping up and down. I had always been fascinated with his 6-band one, and now I have my own! AAAHHH! But now I'm afraid I'll lose it. Once I timed myself and I took less than a minute to put it back together. :)
December 6
On my birthday I spent the night at Flower child's house because I went to see the school Christmas play. Ohmygoodness, one of my favorite highschoolers MADE UP HER OWN SONG ON THE PIANO, and it was so good that I think she should make a cd. It sounded so peaceful and relaxing, like a soundscape. I want to hear some of her other songs...Anyway... But when I got to school Flower Child gave me a bag of candy. :) And then my friend Snickers gave me this necklace with a purple cross. I'll wear it Sunday with my puzzle ring.
December 7
We woke up at like five or something. I ate breakfast at the school because we got there early and Flower Child's mom is a teacher. It was kind of a wierd feeling...Anyway, then I hung with the staff kids and I watched them play cards. Ok, the boring day passed... Then I rode home with Raely and Blonde Mexican to go to Raely's Christmas party. I went last year, too. It's kind of a tradition, except this time there was only R, BM, and I. So we had lots of fun. We went upstairs and when we were up there, we listened to emo music, jumped on a trampoline, and threw a baseball around. Then we went downstairs...and had sugar and got so hyper we were like a sonic boom. We went to the party at her park and got to go on the last hayride. The sugar was wearing off so we were tired. Then we made cookies and I got another sugar headache, but that was ok. We played some games. Then BM left and then they drove me home at...11, I think. Then I went to bed.
December 8
Blogging about my fun week in an email to my pyrate buddy who got the 3rd CD that I will HOPEFULLY {and when I say "hopefully" I mean "there's no stopping me"} get today when I go get my video camera, MGOB gets her ears pierced, and I go to MGOB's partay {yes, I know I spelled it partay} and then I will see her in person, but I hope she reads this email first so that I don't have to tell her all this. Whew! So...that's what's up. How are you?
It's funny, I haven't been able to get on Nema in like a week. That's ok. I spent my birthday ... {note to self: blog about this on xanga} ...sorry. I had a sudden inspiration. Ok, so Wednesday I have club vb like normally I do. Then after that my week was so fun (not that club isn't; it is). So this is what I did:
December 5
After I came home from club, my mom called me down and said Dad had a present for me. I smiled because I knew it was money for my video camera that I plan to get today. They were going to give me my present early because they wouldn't see me until Friday. So I went downstairs and opened the envelope my dad handed me and I got $50 ! Woohoo! But then he gave me a small box and I opened it.
Guess what it was.
No, seriously, guess.
Come on, would he really give me that?
Think again!
Do you give up?
Ok, fine.
It was a golden 4-band puzzle ring from the Middle east! I was speechless for a grand total of three seconds. Then the words came pouring out of my mouth and I started jumping up and down. I had always been fascinated with his 6-band one, and now I have my own! AAAHHH! But now I'm afraid I'll lose it. Once I timed myself and I took less than a minute to put it back together. :)
December 6
On my birthday I spent the night at Flower child's house because I went to see the school Christmas play. Ohmygoodness, one of my favorite highschoolers MADE UP HER OWN SONG ON THE PIANO, and it was so good that I think she should make a cd. It sounded so peaceful and relaxing, like a soundscape. I want to hear some of her other songs...Anyway... But when I got to school Flower Child gave me a bag of candy. :) And then my friend Snickers gave me this necklace with a purple cross. I'll wear it Sunday with my puzzle ring.
December 7
We woke up at like five or something. I ate breakfast at the school because we got there early and Flower Child's mom is a teacher. It was kind of a wierd feeling...Anyway, then I hung with the staff kids and I watched them play cards. Ok, the boring day passed... Then I rode home with Raely and Blonde Mexican to go to Raely's Christmas party. I went last year, too. It's kind of a tradition, except this time there was only R, BM, and I. So we had lots of fun. We went upstairs and when we were up there, we listened to emo music, jumped on a trampoline, and threw a baseball around. Then we went downstairs...and had sugar and got so hyper we were like a sonic boom. We went to the party at her park and got to go on the last hayride. The sugar was wearing off so we were tired. Then we made cookies and I got another sugar headache, but that was ok. We played some games. Then BM left and then they drove me home at...11, I think. Then I went to bed.
December 8
Blogging about my fun week in an email to my pyrate buddy who got the 3rd CD that I will HOPEFULLY {and when I say "hopefully" I mean "there's no stopping me"} get today when I go get my video camera, MGOB gets her ears pierced, and I go to MGOB's partay {yes, I know I spelled it partay} and then I will see her in person, but I hope she reads this email first so that I don't have to tell her all this. Whew! So...that's what's up. How are you?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
My mom
Well, today marks the beginning of a new journey for us. A family of eight, whose mother was not feeling well, asked if some of the kids could stay at our house for a while. My sister invited her friend, who is the oldest child in the family and only a few months younger than my nine-year old sister. We had three of the fours girls over. While they were playing outside and I was bent on beating spider solitaire, something happened. Something happened that could possibly change life as we know it… After a while the girls came in and I heard one of them say something like, “I hope her ankle is ok.” I counted them. All the girls were there. What did they mean? But I was obsessed with winning solitaire and I knew that there HAD to be a five in there somewhere!
{I am selfish. It’s not something I’m proud of. I hate it. But at certain times…well, really, all the time, I can only be focused on ME. What I want, what I think, listen to me, pay attention to me.}
So then a bit later (I was too “busy” that I didn’t check the time; I was in my bubble) my dad asks through the sliding-glass window to my mom, who I had failed to notice had NOT come in (because I am selfish) and says something like, “Are you ok?”
And still nothing hits me that something might be wrong. {Man, am I self-absorbed or what?} And so a bit later one of the girls comes in and says, “Your mom needs you outside”, and I think, “Oh…snap.”
So I get out there and she is leaning on my dad, who is holding her up, and she is not putting any weight on her right foot. Suddenly a lot of things were running through my head. How did this happen? What was hurt? What was she going to do? Is she going to the hospital? Will we be able to go to night church {where all my friends were and I wanted to be}?
{May I point out the extreme amount of selfishness in the latter? And the one question that I SHOULD have thought was a mere ripple in the waterfall of questions: How can I help?}
But my dad told me to support her other side and we helped her to get to the threshold of the back door to the house. She said her head was spinning, her ears were ringing, and she felt like she was going to collapse. After a while we decided to go to some emergency hospital-outlet thingy. We got to the car and with all the other children in the car, we drove there. Eventually they took her in and after that the other kids were picked up by their father. Then we had to wait {and I am so bad at waiting; I get mad at my computer for taking 3 minutes instead of 1 to start up} and then we went into her room. She wasn’t there. She was taking x-rays.
{And during this whole time the only selfish thought running through my head was, “Will we make it to church? Will we make it to prayer meeting?” Sure, I was concerned about her, but that was my focus. That was so wrong on so many degrees. I can’t even begin to describe how disappointed I am at how selfish I am. UH! I hate myself! AH! It’s terrible. I hate my flesh. I hate the skin I’m in.}
Then she got the results back and I hastily got off the phone. During this whole time I was texting people, telling them the news, wrongly wanting their sympathy, asking them to pray. My mother had fallen in the backyard. She wasn’t doing anything. She was walking, and she just fell. When she fell, her foot slipped and she put all her weight on the other ankle, which twisted. And guess what. She broke both bones in her ankle!
I know. It’s terrible. Just by the way she wasn’t crying much and how she didn’t say how much it really must have been hurting, I thought she had only sprained it. But the bones were broken. No chance of going to prayer meeting (and that’s less than what I deserved for being so selfish). In the thirty minutes or so in which she got a splint put on because her foot was too swollen to have a cast yet, we (Dad, my sis, and I) went to Whataburger. And I say proudly that, being the good dieter that I am, I had a chicken salad without cheese (on accident; they forgot it) and only a few fries. We went back and she had a splint and we thought she was ready to go. The nurse started wheeling her out of the room and into the hallway when they said that they wanted a blood pressure test thing or whatever.
My mother hates those. The machines always give her bruises, and they always have to do it more than once because the automatic ones don’t read her well or whatever. So they did have to take it twice, and she said twice that it hurt, and I could see how much pain it was causing her. They finally switched to a different one and it read. . Only 2 ½ hours! Not bad for emergency care or whatever. In fact, that’s practically the speed of light! Then we left, stopped by the drive-thru at Whataburger to get her a plain and dry burger, just the way she likes it, and then we went home. We helped her into the house and then my dad got a wheelchair from somewhere
So that’s it, then. Now you know how selfish I am, how hurt my mom is, and how caring my dad is. I hate myself for being so selfish and self-pitying. My mom always had a bad knee that always hurt her, and she has a hard time getting around. Guess which ankle she broke. The good one! That creates so many problems, you have no idea. But anyway, I plan to make her breakfast-in-bed tomorrow. Shhh! Don’t tell her! I’m sorry for being selfish. God bless you for reading and caring, and please keep her in your prayers.
{I am selfish. It’s not something I’m proud of. I hate it. But at certain times…well, really, all the time, I can only be focused on ME. What I want, what I think, listen to me, pay attention to me.}
So then a bit later (I was too “busy” that I didn’t check the time; I was in my bubble) my dad asks through the sliding-glass window to my mom, who I had failed to notice had NOT come in (because I am selfish) and says something like, “Are you ok?”
And still nothing hits me that something might be wrong. {Man, am I self-absorbed or what?} And so a bit later one of the girls comes in and says, “Your mom needs you outside”, and I think, “Oh…snap.”
So I get out there and she is leaning on my dad, who is holding her up, and she is not putting any weight on her right foot. Suddenly a lot of things were running through my head. How did this happen? What was hurt? What was she going to do? Is she going to the hospital? Will we be able to go to night church {where all my friends were and I wanted to be}?
{May I point out the extreme amount of selfishness in the latter? And the one question that I SHOULD have thought was a mere ripple in the waterfall of questions: How can I help?}
But my dad told me to support her other side and we helped her to get to the threshold of the back door to the house. She said her head was spinning, her ears were ringing, and she felt like she was going to collapse. After a while we decided to go to some emergency hospital-outlet thingy. We got to the car and with all the other children in the car, we drove there. Eventually they took her in and after that the other kids were picked up by their father. Then we had to wait {and I am so bad at waiting; I get mad at my computer for taking 3 minutes instead of 1 to start up} and then we went into her room. She wasn’t there. She was taking x-rays.
{And during this whole time the only selfish thought running through my head was, “Will we make it to church? Will we make it to prayer meeting?” Sure, I was concerned about her, but that was my focus. That was so wrong on so many degrees. I can’t even begin to describe how disappointed I am at how selfish I am. UH! I hate myself! AH! It’s terrible. I hate my flesh. I hate the skin I’m in.}
Then she got the results back and I hastily got off the phone. During this whole time I was texting people, telling them the news, wrongly wanting their sympathy, asking them to pray. My mother had fallen in the backyard. She wasn’t doing anything. She was walking, and she just fell. When she fell, her foot slipped and she put all her weight on the other ankle, which twisted. And guess what. She broke both bones in her ankle!
I know. It’s terrible. Just by the way she wasn’t crying much and how she didn’t say how much it really must have been hurting, I thought she had only sprained it. But the bones were broken. No chance of going to prayer meeting (and that’s less than what I deserved for being so selfish). In the thirty minutes or so in which she got a splint put on because her foot was too swollen to have a cast yet, we (Dad, my sis, and I) went to Whataburger. And I say proudly that, being the good dieter that I am, I had a chicken salad without cheese (on accident; they forgot it) and only a few fries. We went back and she had a splint and we thought she was ready to go. The nurse started wheeling her out of the room and into the hallway when they said that they wanted a blood pressure test thing or whatever.
My mother hates those. The machines always give her bruises, and they always have to do it more than once because the automatic ones don’t read her well or whatever. So they did have to take it twice, and she said twice that it hurt, and I could see how much pain it was causing her. They finally switched to a different one and it read. . Only 2 ½ hours! Not bad for emergency care or whatever. In fact, that’s practically the speed of light! Then we left, stopped by the drive-thru at Whataburger to get her a plain and dry burger, just the way she likes it, and then we went home. We helped her into the house and then my dad got a wheelchair from somewhere
So that’s it, then. Now you know how selfish I am, how hurt my mom is, and how caring my dad is. I hate myself for being so selfish and self-pitying. My mom always had a bad knee that always hurt her, and she has a hard time getting around. Guess which ankle she broke. The good one! That creates so many problems, you have no idea. But anyway, I plan to make her breakfast-in-bed tomorrow. Shhh! Don’t tell her! I’m sorry for being selfish. God bless you for reading and caring, and please keep her in your prayers.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Every Day Routine
Hm. Today was fun. I PE I caught...hm...I think the grand total was three balls. Well, actually two, but that was because the third one got wrestled out of my hands by one of my friends. She can throw. It's kind of surpirsing. Let's see...what else happened today? Well, let's backtrack from PE...
If you were me (This happens EVERY SINGLE DAY. Things are pretty routine around here):
You wake up to the sound of your father coaxing you to wake up. Twitch your hand to signify that you're awake. Glance at the clock.
7:09. Arg! Get up. Arg. Raise yourself, against the protests of your body, and climb out of bed. Eat. Get dressed. Brush hair. Brush teeth. Keep your vow of silence that is so often apparent in the mornings. Grumble and nod to answer questions and run out the door into your carpool's ride at 7:40 (and if they're late 7:42). Resume silence and read The Phantom of the Opera in the back seat. At arrival in school drop-off, run out of the car, through the breezeway, down the deck, and drop stuff in homeroom. Rush to chapel if it's Wednesday.
Bible. {If it's not Wednesday.}
A very good class. Listen well. Look up verses. Take notes.
IPC {Integrates Physics and Chemistry}.
Sit in the front with Flower Child" and ...um... "Banana" {and no, that's not me}. Chat to them and watch sibling rivalry between "Flower Child"and her brother. {We take IPC with the tenth graders.} Shush when the teacher enters the room. Do not be surpirsed at almost-failing test results. Take LOTS of notes! Do not laugh at friend "Flower Child" while she tries to talk to you and kicks you under the table when you look down, trying not to burst into laughter in the middle of the lecture. Do not reply when she asks you to ask her brother for her pen to give to her or shrug and mouth to her that you don't want to. There's the bell. Off to math. Go to homeroom. While getting your books chat with the seventh graders. On the way to math class complain to "Seigi" about "Flower Child's" distracting you and laugh when "Flower Child" pokes you in the stomach, only to get a poke back from you.
Math.
Sit between "Seigi" and "Flower Child". When the teacher says to be quiet, begin writing daily notes. (And just so we're clear, the teacher knows we pass notes and it's not bad. We are allowed to do it.) While having an ongoing note between the three of you, respond to "Flower Child's" daily FlyLeaf song. Try writing the whole song, line-by-line from memory. If "Seigi" and "Flower Child" try to send notes w/o you on purpose and exclude you, quietly begin frowning and when they laugh at your annoyance, angrily look down at your paper and do not reply. At the end of math, as you angrily pack up your book, if they ask you if you're mad at them, give them that "No, I'm perfectly FINE" look and ignore their laugher. And then when they say they're sorry and let you read their note, smile, forgive them, and laugh about it, but not without first poking them both in the stomach. Get your books from your locker and chat with the highschoolers.
English.
OOH. Run. You're probably late, so run to this class; this teacher is strict. Go in, check your file, and slide into your seat next to "Flower Child" with the bell ringing in your ears. On a good day, wave to "Seigi", who is on the other side of the room. Watch the clock. Try to listen to the teacher, but if you zone out, it's ok, because you wouldn't remember anything anyway if your memory is like mine. Watch the clock. When two of your other friends get in trouble for something pointless that any other teacher would have understood, exchange both enraged and confused glances with them. Watch the clock and count down the seconds until it's over and it's FINALLY lunch. At the end of the class, wait for "Flower Child" to get her stuff together and go to homeroom.
Lunch.
Wash hands. Eat. Talk. Do NOT listen to your IPC teacher when he comes in, IF he talks about what's REALLY in your food. If he is insulting Longhorns, listen and listen well, occasionally interjecting your own joke. Laugh. Use the rest of your time to do homework and study for tests.
Computer.
Go to class and sit by "Nigeria" (not a close friend with him) and "The Blonde Mexican". Chat with her. Immediately log in and open outlook. Respond to all emails and try to continue the ongoing stories with "Seigi", "Flower Child", and ...um...let's call her..."D. Honey" (because I think that's her email). Once the bell rings, turn off moniters. At the end of class, use 3 of five minutes to continue emails. Go to history, which is next door. Usually bring your history book to computer so that you're not late.
History.
The most relaxing class of the day. Sit between...well, neither of them really have nicknames...Ok, sit between "Teller" {really athletic girl} and "Littlehouse" {really athletic guy} with "Teopopilous" {smartical person} diagonally in front of you. Usually the class gets off topic, so make sure to laugh at whatever happens. For instance, we have had in the past talked for the whole period about decapitating people, and going to haunted houses and phobia. Laugh. Smile. Enjoy the company of the people around you. Bell rings. Pack up and leave for study hall.
Study Hall.
Do homework. Do not laugh at the people who get up and dance or trip when the teacher leaves the room, and after a while tell them to sit down and be quiet. After more time passes, frown and ignore them. Change out. You're usually the last one. Grab water bottle. Bell rings. *Dun, Dun, Dun* P.E.
P.E.
Recently we have been playing football. :(
But we usually start out with doing jump jacks (he times us and however long we take to get out there is how many we do) and then get in assigned lines and run a few laps. In my line is "Teopopious", "Blonde Mexican", Teo P.'s li'l bro "Theo", "D. Honey", and "Nate" {Nate and Theo are 6th graders.} If "Teopopilous" touches your hair, mess up the gel in his. Laugh with "D. Honey" and "Blonde Mexican". Enjoy not cathing balls and watching them pathetically fall to the ground at your failed attempt to throw. Bell rings. Pack up.
GO HOME! BLOG! The End...For now.
If you were me (This happens EVERY SINGLE DAY. Things are pretty routine around here):
You wake up to the sound of your father coaxing you to wake up. Twitch your hand to signify that you're awake. Glance at the clock.
7:09. Arg! Get up. Arg. Raise yourself, against the protests of your body, and climb out of bed. Eat. Get dressed. Brush hair. Brush teeth. Keep your vow of silence that is so often apparent in the mornings. Grumble and nod to answer questions and run out the door into your carpool's ride at 7:40 (and if they're late 7:42). Resume silence and read The Phantom of the Opera in the back seat. At arrival in school drop-off, run out of the car, through the breezeway, down the deck, and drop stuff in homeroom. Rush to chapel if it's Wednesday.
Bible. {If it's not Wednesday.}
A very good class. Listen well. Look up verses. Take notes.
IPC {Integrates Physics and Chemistry}.
Sit in the front with Flower Child" and ...um... "Banana" {and no, that's not me}. Chat to them and watch sibling rivalry between "Flower Child"and her brother. {We take IPC with the tenth graders.} Shush when the teacher enters the room. Do not be surpirsed at almost-failing test results. Take LOTS of notes! Do not laugh at friend "Flower Child" while she tries to talk to you and kicks you under the table when you look down, trying not to burst into laughter in the middle of the lecture. Do not reply when she asks you to ask her brother for her pen to give to her or shrug and mouth to her that you don't want to. There's the bell. Off to math. Go to homeroom. While getting your books chat with the seventh graders. On the way to math class complain to "Seigi" about "Flower Child's" distracting you and laugh when "Flower Child" pokes you in the stomach, only to get a poke back from you.
Math.
Sit between "Seigi" and "Flower Child". When the teacher says to be quiet, begin writing daily notes. (And just so we're clear, the teacher knows we pass notes and it's not bad. We are allowed to do it.) While having an ongoing note between the three of you, respond to "Flower Child's" daily FlyLeaf song. Try writing the whole song, line-by-line from memory. If "Seigi" and "Flower Child" try to send notes w/o you on purpose and exclude you, quietly begin frowning and when they laugh at your annoyance, angrily look down at your paper and do not reply. At the end of math, as you angrily pack up your book, if they ask you if you're mad at them, give them that "No, I'm perfectly FINE" look and ignore their laugher. And then when they say they're sorry and let you read their note, smile, forgive them, and laugh about it, but not without first poking them both in the stomach. Get your books from your locker and chat with the highschoolers.
English.
OOH. Run. You're probably late, so run to this class; this teacher is strict. Go in, check your file, and slide into your seat next to "Flower Child" with the bell ringing in your ears. On a good day, wave to "Seigi", who is on the other side of the room. Watch the clock. Try to listen to the teacher, but if you zone out, it's ok, because you wouldn't remember anything anyway if your memory is like mine. Watch the clock. When two of your other friends get in trouble for something pointless that any other teacher would have understood, exchange both enraged and confused glances with them. Watch the clock and count down the seconds until it's over and it's FINALLY lunch. At the end of the class, wait for "Flower Child" to get her stuff together and go to homeroom.
Lunch.
Wash hands. Eat. Talk. Do NOT listen to your IPC teacher when he comes in, IF he talks about what's REALLY in your food. If he is insulting Longhorns, listen and listen well, occasionally interjecting your own joke. Laugh. Use the rest of your time to do homework and study for tests.
Computer.
Go to class and sit by "Nigeria" (not a close friend with him) and "The Blonde Mexican". Chat with her. Immediately log in and open outlook. Respond to all emails and try to continue the ongoing stories with "Seigi", "Flower Child", and ...um...let's call her..."D. Honey" (because I think that's her email). Once the bell rings, turn off moniters. At the end of class, use 3 of five minutes to continue emails. Go to history, which is next door. Usually bring your history book to computer so that you're not late.
History.
The most relaxing class of the day. Sit between...well, neither of them really have nicknames...Ok, sit between "Teller" {really athletic girl} and "Littlehouse" {really athletic guy} with "Teopopilous" {smartical person} diagonally in front of you. Usually the class gets off topic, so make sure to laugh at whatever happens. For instance, we have had in the past talked for the whole period about decapitating people, and going to haunted houses and phobia. Laugh. Smile. Enjoy the company of the people around you. Bell rings. Pack up and leave for study hall.
Study Hall.
Do homework. Do not laugh at the people who get up and dance or trip when the teacher leaves the room, and after a while tell them to sit down and be quiet. After more time passes, frown and ignore them. Change out. You're usually the last one. Grab water bottle. Bell rings. *Dun, Dun, Dun* P.E.
P.E.
Recently we have been playing football. :(
But we usually start out with doing jump jacks (he times us and however long we take to get out there is how many we do) and then get in assigned lines and run a few laps. In my line is "Teopopious", "Blonde Mexican", Teo P.'s li'l bro "Theo", "D. Honey", and "Nate" {Nate and Theo are 6th graders.} If "Teopopilous" touches your hair, mess up the gel in his. Laugh with "D. Honey" and "Blonde Mexican". Enjoy not cathing balls and watching them pathetically fall to the ground at your failed attempt to throw. Bell rings. Pack up.
GO HOME! BLOG! The End...For now.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Adventure with Will and Charity
This is an adventure that I am in the process of having with Charity and also Will (who joined later). (In third person. And we took turns.):
Bonnie and Charity stepped out of the time machine. It was snowing and they pulled their cloaks tighter around them. They headed to the cave that Gandalf had mentioned and stepped inside. They did not observe the glowing eyes looking in their direction.
Slowly they ventured into the cave, unaware of the danger lying in wait for them. They wandered farther and farther into the cave, not noticing all the caves and side-tunnels they passed. Slowly they wandered deeper into the darkness...
"Frodo!" Bonnie called, "We're here to help you!' "I have been waiting for you," said a voice. Bonnie and Charity drew back in terror.
"What was that?" Charity called out into the darkness. Both girls drew their swords and glanced around cautiously. They moved to stand back-to-back so that they could see in all directions.
"No!" said another, yet strangely the same voice, "We was not waiting for them." "Who's there?" yelled Charity, "I'll slice you in two if you don't show yourself." The voice chuckled, then whimpered.
"Oh no," muttered Bonnie. "What is it?" whispered Charity in a small voice. "I've heard of them. Slinker and Stinker. Guess which one bites," Bonnie said softly back. Suddenly something in the darkness moved on Charity's side.
A small lanky figure revealed itself. "That's not stinker or slinker," gasped Bonnie in realization. "That's Gollum!" Charity finished. "Help me," said Gollum, "Master is not happy with me." "There is no master of you," said Charity, "You are the master of yourself, remember."
*As a side note, Slinker and Stinker ARE Gollum. He does this good-cop bad-cop thing like in the second movie.* "You must flee," he began, eyes wide with fear. Then he suddenly scowled and a flicker of evil flashed in his eyes. "No, we have been waiting for you. Come this way, precious." Charity and Bonnie exchanged confused glances. They kept their swords raised. "Stop! No! Must not listen! She will hear," He rasped out as his eyes grew wide again.
" Who will hear?" asked Bonnie "My mistress......," said Gollom. He winced and walked into the darkness. "I think we should follow him but keep your eyes open," said Charity. "How?? It's pitch black in here," asked Bonnie. "Please tell me you didn't forget the flashlight," moaned Charity. "I didn't forget the flashlight," Bonnie said. "Really?!" exclaimed Charity.
Bonnie winced. "Ok, maybe I accidently...might have...unintentionally...left it on a pirate ship before I lit the rum on fire and it exploded," she admitted. Charity's mouth popped open, clearly disgusted at her friend's forgetfulness. "Sorry," she mumbled, bracing herself for the explosion she knew was coming. Charity immediately began shouting in Elvish, for she had been raised in LothLorien. Bonnie had been born among the rangers and was glad she couldn't hear what Charity was saying. And then, after a while, "Ok, I feel better now," said Charity. "Let's go."
"You know you really shouldn't take your anger out on other people. It's not good character," Bonnie admonished. "I guess you're right. I'll work on that later," agreed Charity. They walked farther into the cave.
As they walked farther into the cave, Gollum became more quiet and seemed to cringe as he walked. Deeper and deeper they walked, through dark passageways and tunnels. Their eyes soon adjusted to the dark. Charity's before Bonnie, because she was an elf. Bonnie soon became aware of something following them. Being a ranger, she had learned to sense things in the enviornment and she knew both how to hunt and when she was being hunted. She kept her eyes straight ahead of her, and she mentally said to Charity, "Something has been following us." Bonnie's talent was mind control, which meant mind-speaking, and mind-reading. As Charity's eyes grew large, Bonnie said quickly, "Don't turn around. I can sense it." And Charity became aware of something, too.
Her gift was talking to the elements and animals. The elves had taught her to control this power they held so highly. Charity thought of something else. She waited for the right gust of drafty breeze before asking the question: Dear wind, tell me well and do not lie, what layeth behind us nigh.... She could only hope for an answer. The elves had taught her that the wind had a mind of it's own. Only the most skilled person could get an answer out of the wind.
Bonnie walked briskly behind Gollum, sword still held ready. She watched Charity out of the corner of her eye. She decided against trying to seek out what was following them mentally, incase it could sense her inside its mind. She felt a chill wind against her cheek, rustling her hair. Then she heard Charity gasp. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked in Charity's mind. "Spider! It's a spider! A HUGE spider!" came Charity's reply. Both girls exchanges glances. "Shelob," they whispered together.
"Do you think this is Gollum's mistress?" asked Bonnie inside Charity's head. "That would be a long shot but it's possible....I didn't know insects could speak to people such as Gollum. I can barely get tiny spiders to talk to me, let alone huge ones!" replied Charity. "Do you think you can try?" Bonnie asked again. "I'd probably get us all killed, but if you want me to I can always try," said Charity in her mind. "How about staying on the safe side, until we reach the place Gollum wants us to go. In other words, NO TALKING!!!!" Bonnie tried. (Charity could be very talkative to animals, even bugs.)
Suddenly they rounded a corner and found themselves staring at a huge, black lake in the middle of a huge cavern. It must have been miles wide, and there was nothing inviting about the water. It looked cold and deadly. Gollum continued toward it and dove into it without hesitating. "Wait!" called out Charity, running to the water's edge, "Where are you going?" "We must cross," he said. "But you didn't say that before you led us down here," protested Charity. Suddenly Bonnie spoke inside Charity's mind. "Gollum! That little worm! He is going to leave us here, stranded, and wait for Shelob to come and eat us!" Charity frowned. Gollum had turned and was already swimmming away from them. "It was all a trap! We have to do something! NOW!" continued Bonnie, turning around, trying to find a way out of the cavern.
"I've never tried this but I could always make the water warmer," Charity said. "You can? Why haven't you said so? We could've had warmer water while we were traveling ages ago!!" Bonnie looked annoyed. "I never thought of it before; I wasn't desperate enough!" Now Charity looked annoyed. "Well hurry; we don't have alot of time - in fact almost no time at all," Bonnie said. She started to hear the scurrying of eight huge feet. Charity knelt beside the water and put her hand in it. She jerked it out suddenly from the coldness. "Hurry!!" Bonnie cried. Charity thrust her hand back in, not allowing herself to pull it out. She uttered a few words in elvish, took off her coat and jumped in. Bonnie dove in after her.
Will whipped out his trusty hand-and-a-half-sword "Lightning" and cast a spell on the water, making it glow. "Does this help?" he asked.
Will!" Bonnie exclaimed, trying to keep the excitement from her voice as she swam out and onto the shore of the lake where he stood. Charity swam beside her. Suddenly Shelob burst out from a tunnel and into their vision. She was the largest, most revolting spider Bonnie had ever seen. Eight huge legs stood in front of her and millions of eyes blinked down at them from all sides of her body. All three of them began to attack with their swords. "So where'd you come from?" asked Bonnie over the clamor of their swords as they hit the hairy body of the spider.
"Transportation spell. I missed Rivendell. Big time," said Will between strikes. Will thrust Lightning through one of Shelob's legs. It screamed the stangest sound you will ever hear and threw Will across the cave.
Charity bit back a cry to Will, and watched as he rose and came back to stab Shelob from behind. Bonnie continued to fight, while watching her friends from the corners of her eyes. A sudden thought occured to her. "Charity? Can you make the water into a wave and smash Shelob with it?" she asked telepathically.
Before Charity could do anything, Will slashed the rocks above and screamed, "Bonnie! Charity! Run!" He dove into the water and swam to the bottom, casting a shield around himself. He then used his mind to call Bonnie and said, "Go to the outside. Quick. There's someone I'd like you both to meet."
Both girls ran to the other side of the cavern, away from the avalanche of rocks that cascaded down on the spider. "Are you crazy?" she called back to his mind, "How are we supposed to find our way back?" But Charity asked the earth beneath their feet to guide them. Bonnie and Charity were still puzzled at Will's actions, and Bonnie had trouble resisting reading his thoughts. When they got to the mouth of the cave, they stopped and many different feelings mingled within them.
They saw Will riding ... a ... dragon? "This is my friend Saphira (III)," said Will, decending from his dragon. "And I'm not a wizard. I'm a rider."
Charity stood with her mouth open, simply staring at her friend. Bonnie felt a million questions rising to her lips. Why hadn't he told them? How long ago had this happened? Why had he come here? How did he get one? What was Saphira like? How come he hadn't taken her into the cave? How did he get out of the cave so fast? But as she sheathed her sword (a bit angrily), all that came out of her mouth was, "Not fair."
"You have a dragon!!!" Charity said in amazement. "Yes, pretty isn't she?" Will replied. "Yes gorgeous.... I wonder if I could talk to her," Charity thought aloud. "I don't know, she's not exactly friendly with strangers," said Will. "I could ask her though."
Meanwhile Bonnie had approached her from behind. The way her scales shone. They way she moved. The very way she breathed. She reached out a hand and stroked a shining scale, relishing in her essence. It all brought her great joy. But with the joy came the sharp sting of a long-forgotten memory. Saphira craned her graceful neck to look at her with large, blue eyes. Charity had been stroking her front, and neither she nor Will noticed Bonnie until now. Saphira said gently in her mind, "I am pained at your loss. But you and your elven friend will be welcome in my presence." Bonnie thanked her and tried to maintain control over her emotions.Suddenly Will looked into the sky, as if hearing something. Will & Saphira had to leave, and a rush of air followed them. The last words from him that they heard were, "Good by, good luck, and fight well!" He then flew with his dragon into the night sky and left.
Bonnie and Charity stepped out of the time machine. It was snowing and they pulled their cloaks tighter around them. They headed to the cave that Gandalf had mentioned and stepped inside. They did not observe the glowing eyes looking in their direction.
Slowly they ventured into the cave, unaware of the danger lying in wait for them. They wandered farther and farther into the cave, not noticing all the caves and side-tunnels they passed. Slowly they wandered deeper into the darkness...
"Frodo!" Bonnie called, "We're here to help you!' "I have been waiting for you," said a voice. Bonnie and Charity drew back in terror.
"What was that?" Charity called out into the darkness. Both girls drew their swords and glanced around cautiously. They moved to stand back-to-back so that they could see in all directions.
"No!" said another, yet strangely the same voice, "We was not waiting for them." "Who's there?" yelled Charity, "I'll slice you in two if you don't show yourself." The voice chuckled, then whimpered.
"Oh no," muttered Bonnie. "What is it?" whispered Charity in a small voice. "I've heard of them. Slinker and Stinker. Guess which one bites," Bonnie said softly back. Suddenly something in the darkness moved on Charity's side.
A small lanky figure revealed itself. "That's not stinker or slinker," gasped Bonnie in realization. "That's Gollum!" Charity finished. "Help me," said Gollum, "Master is not happy with me." "There is no master of you," said Charity, "You are the master of yourself, remember."
*As a side note, Slinker and Stinker ARE Gollum. He does this good-cop bad-cop thing like in the second movie.* "You must flee," he began, eyes wide with fear. Then he suddenly scowled and a flicker of evil flashed in his eyes. "No, we have been waiting for you. Come this way, precious." Charity and Bonnie exchanged confused glances. They kept their swords raised. "Stop! No! Must not listen! She will hear," He rasped out as his eyes grew wide again.
" Who will hear?" asked Bonnie "My mistress......," said Gollom. He winced and walked into the darkness. "I think we should follow him but keep your eyes open," said Charity. "How?? It's pitch black in here," asked Bonnie. "Please tell me you didn't forget the flashlight," moaned Charity. "I didn't forget the flashlight," Bonnie said. "Really?!" exclaimed Charity.
Bonnie winced. "Ok, maybe I accidently...might have...unintentionally...left it on a pirate ship before I lit the rum on fire and it exploded," she admitted. Charity's mouth popped open, clearly disgusted at her friend's forgetfulness. "Sorry," she mumbled, bracing herself for the explosion she knew was coming. Charity immediately began shouting in Elvish, for she had been raised in LothLorien. Bonnie had been born among the rangers and was glad she couldn't hear what Charity was saying. And then, after a while, "Ok, I feel better now," said Charity. "Let's go."
"You know you really shouldn't take your anger out on other people. It's not good character," Bonnie admonished. "I guess you're right. I'll work on that later," agreed Charity. They walked farther into the cave.
As they walked farther into the cave, Gollum became more quiet and seemed to cringe as he walked. Deeper and deeper they walked, through dark passageways and tunnels. Their eyes soon adjusted to the dark. Charity's before Bonnie, because she was an elf. Bonnie soon became aware of something following them. Being a ranger, she had learned to sense things in the enviornment and she knew both how to hunt and when she was being hunted. She kept her eyes straight ahead of her, and she mentally said to Charity, "Something has been following us." Bonnie's talent was mind control, which meant mind-speaking, and mind-reading. As Charity's eyes grew large, Bonnie said quickly, "Don't turn around. I can sense it." And Charity became aware of something, too.
Her gift was talking to the elements and animals. The elves had taught her to control this power they held so highly. Charity thought of something else. She waited for the right gust of drafty breeze before asking the question: Dear wind, tell me well and do not lie, what layeth behind us nigh.... She could only hope for an answer. The elves had taught her that the wind had a mind of it's own. Only the most skilled person could get an answer out of the wind.
Bonnie walked briskly behind Gollum, sword still held ready. She watched Charity out of the corner of her eye. She decided against trying to seek out what was following them mentally, incase it could sense her inside its mind. She felt a chill wind against her cheek, rustling her hair. Then she heard Charity gasp. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked in Charity's mind. "Spider! It's a spider! A HUGE spider!" came Charity's reply. Both girls exchanges glances. "Shelob," they whispered together.
"Do you think this is Gollum's mistress?" asked Bonnie inside Charity's head. "That would be a long shot but it's possible....I didn't know insects could speak to people such as Gollum. I can barely get tiny spiders to talk to me, let alone huge ones!" replied Charity. "Do you think you can try?" Bonnie asked again. "I'd probably get us all killed, but if you want me to I can always try," said Charity in her mind. "How about staying on the safe side, until we reach the place Gollum wants us to go. In other words, NO TALKING!!!!" Bonnie tried. (Charity could be very talkative to animals, even bugs.)
Suddenly they rounded a corner and found themselves staring at a huge, black lake in the middle of a huge cavern. It must have been miles wide, and there was nothing inviting about the water. It looked cold and deadly. Gollum continued toward it and dove into it without hesitating. "Wait!" called out Charity, running to the water's edge, "Where are you going?" "We must cross," he said. "But you didn't say that before you led us down here," protested Charity. Suddenly Bonnie spoke inside Charity's mind. "Gollum! That little worm! He is going to leave us here, stranded, and wait for Shelob to come and eat us!" Charity frowned. Gollum had turned and was already swimmming away from them. "It was all a trap! We have to do something! NOW!" continued Bonnie, turning around, trying to find a way out of the cavern.
"I've never tried this but I could always make the water warmer," Charity said. "You can? Why haven't you said so? We could've had warmer water while we were traveling ages ago!!" Bonnie looked annoyed. "I never thought of it before; I wasn't desperate enough!" Now Charity looked annoyed. "Well hurry; we don't have alot of time - in fact almost no time at all," Bonnie said. She started to hear the scurrying of eight huge feet. Charity knelt beside the water and put her hand in it. She jerked it out suddenly from the coldness. "Hurry!!" Bonnie cried. Charity thrust her hand back in, not allowing herself to pull it out. She uttered a few words in elvish, took off her coat and jumped in. Bonnie dove in after her.
Will whipped out his trusty hand-and-a-half-sword "Lightning" and cast a spell on the water, making it glow. "Does this help?" he asked.
Will!" Bonnie exclaimed, trying to keep the excitement from her voice as she swam out and onto the shore of the lake where he stood. Charity swam beside her. Suddenly Shelob burst out from a tunnel and into their vision. She was the largest, most revolting spider Bonnie had ever seen. Eight huge legs stood in front of her and millions of eyes blinked down at them from all sides of her body. All three of them began to attack with their swords. "So where'd you come from?" asked Bonnie over the clamor of their swords as they hit the hairy body of the spider.
"Transportation spell. I missed Rivendell. Big time," said Will between strikes. Will thrust Lightning through one of Shelob's legs. It screamed the stangest sound you will ever hear and threw Will across the cave.
Charity bit back a cry to Will, and watched as he rose and came back to stab Shelob from behind. Bonnie continued to fight, while watching her friends from the corners of her eyes. A sudden thought occured to her. "Charity? Can you make the water into a wave and smash Shelob with it?" she asked telepathically.
Before Charity could do anything, Will slashed the rocks above and screamed, "Bonnie! Charity! Run!" He dove into the water and swam to the bottom, casting a shield around himself. He then used his mind to call Bonnie and said, "Go to the outside. Quick. There's someone I'd like you both to meet."
Both girls ran to the other side of the cavern, away from the avalanche of rocks that cascaded down on the spider. "Are you crazy?" she called back to his mind, "How are we supposed to find our way back?" But Charity asked the earth beneath their feet to guide them. Bonnie and Charity were still puzzled at Will's actions, and Bonnie had trouble resisting reading his thoughts. When they got to the mouth of the cave, they stopped and many different feelings mingled within them.
They saw Will riding ... a ... dragon? "This is my friend Saphira (III)," said Will, decending from his dragon. "And I'm not a wizard. I'm a rider."
Charity stood with her mouth open, simply staring at her friend. Bonnie felt a million questions rising to her lips. Why hadn't he told them? How long ago had this happened? Why had he come here? How did he get one? What was Saphira like? How come he hadn't taken her into the cave? How did he get out of the cave so fast? But as she sheathed her sword (a bit angrily), all that came out of her mouth was, "Not fair."
"You have a dragon!!!" Charity said in amazement. "Yes, pretty isn't she?" Will replied. "Yes gorgeous.... I wonder if I could talk to her," Charity thought aloud. "I don't know, she's not exactly friendly with strangers," said Will. "I could ask her though."
Meanwhile Bonnie had approached her from behind. The way her scales shone. They way she moved. The very way she breathed. She reached out a hand and stroked a shining scale, relishing in her essence. It all brought her great joy. But with the joy came the sharp sting of a long-forgotten memory. Saphira craned her graceful neck to look at her with large, blue eyes. Charity had been stroking her front, and neither she nor Will noticed Bonnie until now. Saphira said gently in her mind, "I am pained at your loss. But you and your elven friend will be welcome in my presence." Bonnie thanked her and tried to maintain control over her emotions.Suddenly Will looked into the sky, as if hearing something. Will & Saphira had to leave, and a rush of air followed them. The last words from him that they heard were, "Good by, good luck, and fight well!" He then flew with his dragon into the night sky and left.
Our First Pirate Adventure
This is what results of boredom when you're chatboarding with someone (or at least when you chat with me). This is what Scooby_dude and I came up with (Scooby, please write your own version of this) in our virtual world (on xanga, which had a chatboard, which I may point out is non-existant here!):
We thought a bit about what to do. We were bored, but of course, when one has talked of nothing but pirates, ninjas, and operas (oh my) for the last few days, adventure is prone to be born. Peas would have been with us had she not left so promptly and refused to come back.
"Hey!" I said, "Let's sneak aboard a pirate ship!" He hastily agreed, for the boredom was getting to the point where I was singing opera (not that that's a bad thing ~ it's not, but when I sing it...then it tends to have a negative effect). So I thought about the Flying Dutchman and said that it would be the coolest ship to sneak aboard on. And thus is how we did it. (Well, not exactly. This is only my version. Scooby can tell you his side of the story.) :
We sat in wait. Or, rather, we each sat in seperate, empty, rum barrels. The easiest way in the world to get yourself onto a pirate ship: Disguise yourself as rum. They'll take you without a second thought. So we waited untill we felt our barrels being lifted up and carried somewhere else. Again we had to wait. Knowing pirates, they would probably put us either below the deck or somewhere by the "kitchen". We waited untill we could slowly feel the barrels rocking, and then I glanced through a small slit in the barrel's wood to find we were in a large wooden room with little light and a low ceiling. I could not see anyone, so I eventually managed to clamber out of the old rum barrel. I checked that my cutlass still hung by my waist and my daggers in my belt. I don't want or need a pistol.
I glanced around the dank room and discovered that we were not the only rum barrels in this room. I suddenly realized we were in the place where they kept all the rum (a place similar to a cellar). To me it looked like all the barrels were the same. I knocked on the nearest one. "Scooby?" I whispered. I continued to barrel-whisper untill I found the right one, pushed it over, and he came rolling out. "Oops. Sorry." I said softly. He said nothing, only looked around the room, checking his cutlass as I had done. He had two pistols and no daggers, so I suppose you may say he was more "technical" than I was.
"Cool," he said.
"No," I replied, "Awesome!"
After glancing around a bit more, he blinked and asked, "Now what?"
"Oops," I replied, " I kind of...hadn't thought of what we going to do yet..." I felt my face get hot. Suddenly, the ship shook and we stumbled forward. We whipped out our cutlasses and carefully crept around the lower decks. Staying to the shadows and crouching low to the ground, we silently crept onto the upper deck of the Flying Dutchmen, having seen no other pirates. But we found the ship deserted, and a large group of pirates running on the sand beds of the island we had landed on, swords raised and yelling at the top of their lungs. I could hardly keep from screaming (with joy) myself.
"Yes, yes, yes! This is the island where they fight over the key to Davy Jones' heart and Jack runs on the giant wheel (the best part of the movie)," I said eagerly to the not-so-excited Scooby. We managed to get down the side of the ship (it's not a easy as it looks, anchor sliding) and onto the beach where I danced around in uncontrollable joy, swinging my cutlass at the bewilderment (and slight concern) of Scooby. I would have ran with all the energy I had (which was much) straight into the lush jungle where the pirates had gone if he had not stopped me and said to cut directly through the jungle, where we could hide and they would not see us. We ran to the leafy foliage lining the beach and walked into the jungle that Jack was somewhere inside. The air was thick and hot (not unlike Houston) and we soon grew tired of walking past the green trees and broad-leafed ferns. After a while it seemed that we had been all over the island. Suddenly, I stopped.
"Do you know where we're going?" I asked him. He blinked and his face changed to one of slight confusion and minor fear, with a trace of embarassment.
"I thought you knew," he replied. Just then the ground began to rumble and the trees to shake, and as one, we turned toward the direction it was coming from. We could see nothing. We kept our gaze on the distant trees. And then we saw it. I began smiling and dancing again, for the giant wheel was comming straight towards us! I could see the fighting figures of Will and Norington (I think that was his name) on the top, and poor Jack was hanging upside-down, reaching for the key. We watched, breathless, swords drawn as they whirled past. The ground shook as they they passed, inches from us, but they didn't notice us. I stuck out my hand and touched the rought wood of the water wheel. Of course, it stung and I got spinters that I had to ignore and wrap a piece of cloth around, but it was so awesome!!!!!!!!
"Doughnut!" Scooby called me, a bit annoyed at how I had gotten caught up in the moment. I grinned.
"That's what I am!" I replied. I looked at my hand again. Why didn't they notice us? We determined that we should go the way they had come from and soon found Elizabeth, Pintel, and Ragetti, with the chest of Davy Jones between the pirates. Elizabeth reached for her sword--only to discover she had none! She glanced around, and then she saw us. She made a face and Pintel and Ragetti turned to look at us. I threw my sword to Elizabeth, who pointed it at them, and Scooby did likewise. Having no cutlass, I began to sing VERY, VERY high, and the pirates dropped the chest and covered their ears. The Phantom of the Opera is educational in the defeat of pirates! I don't really remember what happened next. I seem to recall loud shouting and screams, but all I knew was the world was growing darker. Darker...
Scooby told me later that I had been hit by a charging line of pirates, who all wanted their chest back. They were the crew we had seen on the beach ~they were the crew of The Flying Dutchman! The next thing I remember is sky. Clear, blue sky. No clouds. No birds. Blue sky. I was lying on my back. Then I heard shouts and yells.
One voice stood out in particular, and that was: "I want my jar of dirt!" I sat up quickly and found that I was inside a rowboat next to another rowboat, next to the fallen wheel and the Black Pearl. I leapt up, excited at the battle before me, and reached for my cutlass. ARG! Where was Elizabeth? I want my sword back, I thought! I stormed across the beach, ignoring the fight going on around me and tapped her on the shoulder. She whipped her head around, eyes blazing, and glared at me. We had an argument, during which we continued to both fight (I used my daggers, but it's not the same), and I eventually won the argument. She gave me my sword back in return for my two daggers. Don't worry. She got another cutlass from a dead pirate somewhere on the beach. I immediately jumped into the battle, and soon found myself fighting next to Scooby.
"Have a nice nap?" he asked. I got a bit mad. My strikes became more energized.
"Why didn't you wake me up? What happened? I can't believe that here, during the coolest boredom day ever, you let me sleep! ARG!" We fought on for a bit, and before we knew it, we found ourselves being welcomed aboard the Black Pearl. There we observed the part of the movie that I hope y'all have seen. You know, when he drops his jar of dirt, discovers the heart is not there, and then you see the clip where you discover who REALLY has the heart of Davy Jones. Scooby and I had to sneak back down below deck, because we knew, somehow, that we would soon be going home.
"Do you think we have to do something?" he asked uncertainly.
"I don't know. The movie is over. Maybe it will just take us back immediately..." I began. I paused. Looking down at my bandaged hand, I thought hard about our adventure. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, I felt wind suddenly pulling me, and before I could say "Yoho", I was sitting back on the playroom couch, in my house, in front of my laptop (Nema is her name-o), with the chatboard page open on xanga. I blinked, processing what had happened.
Scooby_dude posted: "Wow."
"Yeah. Wow." I replied. And so ends our virtual adventure.
I'm sorry, Peas, that you couldn't come. It would have been so much cooler if you were there. But guess what. Frodo and Sam need a bit of help getting rid of some jewelry. (It turns out Elvish power rings are so last season!) Come with us? Thanks for reading! *Tennis shoes! Pirates (spelled with a Y).*
~Check out Scooby_dude 's site for his story. (Since mine was sadly lacking in details when I...well, got runover and knocked out from charging pirates....yeah. That wasn't fun. Still have that bruise. And my hand still hurts...)
We thought a bit about what to do. We were bored, but of course, when one has talked of nothing but pirates, ninjas, and operas (oh my) for the last few days, adventure is prone to be born. Peas would have been with us had she not left so promptly and refused to come back.
"Hey!" I said, "Let's sneak aboard a pirate ship!" He hastily agreed, for the boredom was getting to the point where I was singing opera (not that that's a bad thing ~ it's not, but when I sing it...then it tends to have a negative effect). So I thought about the Flying Dutchman and said that it would be the coolest ship to sneak aboard on. And thus is how we did it. (Well, not exactly. This is only my version. Scooby can tell you his side of the story.) :
We sat in wait. Or, rather, we each sat in seperate, empty, rum barrels. The easiest way in the world to get yourself onto a pirate ship: Disguise yourself as rum. They'll take you without a second thought. So we waited untill we felt our barrels being lifted up and carried somewhere else. Again we had to wait. Knowing pirates, they would probably put us either below the deck or somewhere by the "kitchen". We waited untill we could slowly feel the barrels rocking, and then I glanced through a small slit in the barrel's wood to find we were in a large wooden room with little light and a low ceiling. I could not see anyone, so I eventually managed to clamber out of the old rum barrel. I checked that my cutlass still hung by my waist and my daggers in my belt. I don't want or need a pistol.
I glanced around the dank room and discovered that we were not the only rum barrels in this room. I suddenly realized we were in the place where they kept all the rum (a place similar to a cellar). To me it looked like all the barrels were the same. I knocked on the nearest one. "Scooby?" I whispered. I continued to barrel-whisper untill I found the right one, pushed it over, and he came rolling out. "Oops. Sorry." I said softly. He said nothing, only looked around the room, checking his cutlass as I had done. He had two pistols and no daggers, so I suppose you may say he was more "technical" than I was.
"Cool," he said.
"No," I replied, "Awesome!"
After glancing around a bit more, he blinked and asked, "Now what?"
"Oops," I replied, " I kind of...hadn't thought of what we going to do yet..." I felt my face get hot. Suddenly, the ship shook and we stumbled forward. We whipped out our cutlasses and carefully crept around the lower decks. Staying to the shadows and crouching low to the ground, we silently crept onto the upper deck of the Flying Dutchmen, having seen no other pirates. But we found the ship deserted, and a large group of pirates running on the sand beds of the island we had landed on, swords raised and yelling at the top of their lungs. I could hardly keep from screaming (with joy) myself.
"Yes, yes, yes! This is the island where they fight over the key to Davy Jones' heart and Jack runs on the giant wheel (the best part of the movie)," I said eagerly to the not-so-excited Scooby. We managed to get down the side of the ship (it's not a easy as it looks, anchor sliding) and onto the beach where I danced around in uncontrollable joy, swinging my cutlass at the bewilderment (and slight concern) of Scooby. I would have ran with all the energy I had (which was much) straight into the lush jungle where the pirates had gone if he had not stopped me and said to cut directly through the jungle, where we could hide and they would not see us. We ran to the leafy foliage lining the beach and walked into the jungle that Jack was somewhere inside. The air was thick and hot (not unlike Houston) and we soon grew tired of walking past the green trees and broad-leafed ferns. After a while it seemed that we had been all over the island. Suddenly, I stopped.
"Do you know where we're going?" I asked him. He blinked and his face changed to one of slight confusion and minor fear, with a trace of embarassment.
"I thought you knew," he replied. Just then the ground began to rumble and the trees to shake, and as one, we turned toward the direction it was coming from. We could see nothing. We kept our gaze on the distant trees. And then we saw it. I began smiling and dancing again, for the giant wheel was comming straight towards us! I could see the fighting figures of Will and Norington (I think that was his name) on the top, and poor Jack was hanging upside-down, reaching for the key. We watched, breathless, swords drawn as they whirled past. The ground shook as they they passed, inches from us, but they didn't notice us. I stuck out my hand and touched the rought wood of the water wheel. Of course, it stung and I got spinters that I had to ignore and wrap a piece of cloth around, but it was so awesome!!!!!!!!
"Doughnut!" Scooby called me, a bit annoyed at how I had gotten caught up in the moment. I grinned.
"That's what I am!" I replied. I looked at my hand again. Why didn't they notice us? We determined that we should go the way they had come from and soon found Elizabeth, Pintel, and Ragetti, with the chest of Davy Jones between the pirates. Elizabeth reached for her sword--only to discover she had none! She glanced around, and then she saw us. She made a face and Pintel and Ragetti turned to look at us. I threw my sword to Elizabeth, who pointed it at them, and Scooby did likewise. Having no cutlass, I began to sing VERY, VERY high, and the pirates dropped the chest and covered their ears. The Phantom of the Opera is educational in the defeat of pirates! I don't really remember what happened next. I seem to recall loud shouting and screams, but all I knew was the world was growing darker. Darker...
Scooby told me later that I had been hit by a charging line of pirates, who all wanted their chest back. They were the crew we had seen on the beach ~they were the crew of The Flying Dutchman! The next thing I remember is sky. Clear, blue sky. No clouds. No birds. Blue sky. I was lying on my back. Then I heard shouts and yells.
One voice stood out in particular, and that was: "I want my jar of dirt!" I sat up quickly and found that I was inside a rowboat next to another rowboat, next to the fallen wheel and the Black Pearl. I leapt up, excited at the battle before me, and reached for my cutlass. ARG! Where was Elizabeth? I want my sword back, I thought! I stormed across the beach, ignoring the fight going on around me and tapped her on the shoulder. She whipped her head around, eyes blazing, and glared at me. We had an argument, during which we continued to both fight (I used my daggers, but it's not the same), and I eventually won the argument. She gave me my sword back in return for my two daggers. Don't worry. She got another cutlass from a dead pirate somewhere on the beach. I immediately jumped into the battle, and soon found myself fighting next to Scooby.
"Have a nice nap?" he asked. I got a bit mad. My strikes became more energized.
"Why didn't you wake me up? What happened? I can't believe that here, during the coolest boredom day ever, you let me sleep! ARG!" We fought on for a bit, and before we knew it, we found ourselves being welcomed aboard the Black Pearl. There we observed the part of the movie that I hope y'all have seen. You know, when he drops his jar of dirt, discovers the heart is not there, and then you see the clip where you discover who REALLY has the heart of Davy Jones. Scooby and I had to sneak back down below deck, because we knew, somehow, that we would soon be going home.
"Do you think we have to do something?" he asked uncertainly.
"I don't know. The movie is over. Maybe it will just take us back immediately..." I began. I paused. Looking down at my bandaged hand, I thought hard about our adventure. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, I felt wind suddenly pulling me, and before I could say "Yoho", I was sitting back on the playroom couch, in my house, in front of my laptop (Nema is her name-o), with the chatboard page open on xanga. I blinked, processing what had happened.
Scooby_dude posted: "Wow."
"Yeah. Wow." I replied. And so ends our virtual adventure.
I'm sorry, Peas, that you couldn't come. It would have been so much cooler if you were there. But guess what. Frodo and Sam need a bit of help getting rid of some jewelry. (It turns out Elvish power rings are so last season!) Come with us? Thanks for reading! *Tennis shoes! Pirates (spelled with a Y).*
~Check out Scooby_dude 's site for his story. (Since mine was sadly lacking in details when I...well, got runover and knocked out from charging pirates....yeah. That wasn't fun. Still have that bruise. And my hand still hurts...)
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Hi everybody. Just so you know, I have two other blogs (www.netlog.com/dragonluver246 and www.xanga.com/dragonluver246), but this is my newest one. I’ve copied most of my blogs from xanga onto this one. I am Christian and will answer any questions anyone asks through my guestbook or something. Thank you for reading this and God bless you.
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