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I think that I'm becoming an insomniac. Or something like that, at least! I never fall asleep before midnight and I can never wake up early enough. Isn't this what happens when you're a boy?
Any who, I linked this blog up to Animespiral yesterday and now I'm gonna post some sneak peaks of upcoming chapters of The Great Hogwarts Challenge (TGHC).
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: IN LIBRARY (HERMIONE’S SIDE)
“And I knew that as long as he was like that, I would never get my chance with him. I will be second place as long as I believe that I could change him. And I didn’t want that.” Hermione replied melancholously.
“What makes you think you could have it differently with Malfoy?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know.” Hermione said quietly. “It’s just a hunch.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: SURROUNDED (DRACO’S SIDE)
That night, Draco had a dream.
The dream had him and Hermione sitting under a willow tree by the ocean. She was wearing a blue sun dress and he was in shorts and a buttoned- up t-shirt. They were having a good time up until Hermione decided to stand up and go up into the water.
“Look Draco!” She said, pointing to the water.
Of course, Dream! Draco knew better than go up to the water.
“Hermione, sit down!”
But she didn’t. Hermione walked into the water until the water raised up to her breasts. She continued to walk until she was at her neck.
“Hermione! Come back! Come back!”
Too late.
A giant Squid that had Pansy’s face plastered on it grabbed Hermione with her giant tentacles and dragged her under the water, laughing and inducing giant waves that swallowed Draco as he called out for Hermione.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: COME THIS FAR (HERMIONE’S SIDE)
Ginny ignored Draco. “Well, Cho heard it from Harry. She’s been...uh... owling him for a while now. They’re going to have a date when Harry comes to judge the Third Task...”
Hermione’s gaze soften. “Oh Ginny,”
Draco let out a loud laugh. “Don’t you fancy Potter, Weasley Child Number Seven? I do think he has better taste in Chang and if he has any balls, he would stick with her as well!”
“Draco!” Hermione reprimanded. “Don’t get involved! Who Ginny fancies is none of your business!”
“Lover’s spat, is it?” Ginny remarked, her face was as red as her hair.
“Child, don’t speak to me!” Draco said, disregarding her and he turned to Hermione. “If I have to hear about her silly little problems when
I’m with you, then I’m not going to stay here!”
“Fine! Go off and be with those horrible slimy Slytherins!” Hermione cried.
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CHAPTER TWENTY- FOUR: PLAY THIS PART (DRACO’S SIDE)
“There has to be more to this Task than what Dumbledore is letting on. Honestly- dancing?”
Draco raised his eyebrow. “Dumbledore is just off his rocker, that’s all.”
“McGonagall, too?”
“Hey, she’s no spring chicken.”
“I don’t think this is the Task. Dumbledore must be thinking that because no one could dance last year, that we’ll be horrible this year.”
“Blimey, how did you come up with this dung?” Draco asked. “You’ve been with Potter too much.”
“I haven’t seen or heard from Harry in weeks,” Hermione reminded. She sighed and glared at Draco. “The general population might just accept you more if you weren’t so...disapproving of others and if you were nicer.”
“If I were nicer, I’d be a Gryffindor- or a Hufflepuff.” Draco replied sarcastically.
“You don’t think I’m right about this?” Hermione asked.
“I just think that Potter’s bad ideas have rubbed off on you.”
“They haven’t!”
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I tried to select quotes that won't reveal the nature of the third Task, but oh well. Most of what I got done for chappie 24 is the prepping for the Task. As I revealed earlier, the Third Task requires pairing up, and if I showed y'all the rest of this dialogue, you would've known who everyone was paired up with. Hate to admit it though, but I couldn't really think up of a Third Task, but I also don't remember the reasoning behind my choice for this Task. Now, I just got to come up with a Fourth Task. Heh.... *cries *
A friend of mine and I are planning on entering the 1000 word comic Nanowrimo competition. I found a good plot, in fact, I came up with it nearly four years ago! But I don't think my friend believes me because the name of my characters sound similar to hers. Danny & Lina. Then there is Dan & Lynn. IT'S CO-I-KA-DINK DAMMIT!
I have to make the script and whatnot and she gets to draw it.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Some Inspiration
It seems like that everytime I go over to my cousin Brenda's house to babysit her daughter, I always get inspired. Like today, for example. Frankie {Her full name is hard to pronouce and write, so, I'm calling her Frankie} and I were going to play Barbies. Frankie always played the blonde one with the long pretty blonde hair, beautiful dresses and Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid. I usually play either her Mulan or Griselda dolls. Today I got Griselda and with a stroke of genius {and from remembering the FMA movie that played the night before}, I named her Noah.
Frankie thought it was a dumb name and didn't really care. So she told me that Noah was going to steal her babies. By 'her babies', Frankie meant her doll's babies. And her doll's name was Island. Frankie's doll names were always off. Like Kim Posible, Tinkerbell, Gina and Island.
Anywho, once my sister started to play, at least every doll had died by then and had kissed the other two male dolls or at least had them fall in love with them. Of course, my sister made Noah's partner in crime when it came to stealing babies, Bob, a flaming homosexual who would get it on with Prince Eric whenever he was mourning the death of his beloved Gerald the Giraffe.
So, I finally made Noah into a gypsy. She danced for all of the other dolls and before I knew it, Frankie wanted to switch dolls. I opted for Prince Eric and as him, I demaded that Noah use her Gypsy powers of ulitmate power to bring back not only his Gerald the Giraffe, but his wife/girlfriend, Gina. Frankie said she'd do it if Eric married Noah, even if it did defeat the purpose of bringing back Eric's GF.
Before I knew it, not only had Eric popped out a daughter, but Frankie turned Noah from a kind, talented, baby stealing gypsy, to a totally whiney angsty child that wanted to get laid... I took Noah back and decided to go on with the plot.
Noah was dancing and whatnot and Eric came up to her and declared his undying love for her, depsite the fact that Gina was still alive. And then Frankie made Eric NEARLY FORCE himself on my precious Noah! Noah explained that as a gypsy, she was to travel very much, not staying in one town longer than a week or so. Eric left and before you knew it, Gina began to dance the gypsy dance as well and it totally had an effect on Eric. He was mesmerized and in love with her totally and completely.
Eric's daughter, on the other hand, liked Noah, too. She wanted her father to marry Noah so she wouldn't leave town. Noah's last day in town was an uneventful one, she packed up her dresses and said goodbye to the neihbours. Once she siad good bye to Eric, Frankie decided that she didn't want to play anymore and wanted to play outside.
Now I want to write Noah's story but I got the name Noah from the FMA movie and I sorta don't want people complaining that it's fanfiction I'm writing when it's clearly not FMA at all but original fiction!
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The Gypsy Girl
Most gypsies travel in packs,but some travel by themselves... trying to find their place in life...
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That's all I got. I'll have to update at a different time ^_^
Frankie thought it was a dumb name and didn't really care. So she told me that Noah was going to steal her babies. By 'her babies', Frankie meant her doll's babies. And her doll's name was Island. Frankie's doll names were always off. Like Kim Posible, Tinkerbell, Gina and Island.
Anywho, once my sister started to play, at least every doll had died by then and had kissed the other two male dolls or at least had them fall in love with them. Of course, my sister made Noah's partner in crime when it came to stealing babies, Bob, a flaming homosexual who would get it on with Prince Eric whenever he was mourning the death of his beloved Gerald the Giraffe.
So, I finally made Noah into a gypsy. She danced for all of the other dolls and before I knew it, Frankie wanted to switch dolls. I opted for Prince Eric and as him, I demaded that Noah use her Gypsy powers of ulitmate power to bring back not only his Gerald the Giraffe, but his wife/girlfriend, Gina. Frankie said she'd do it if Eric married Noah, even if it did defeat the purpose of bringing back Eric's GF.
Before I knew it, not only had Eric popped out a daughter, but Frankie turned Noah from a kind, talented, baby stealing gypsy, to a totally whiney angsty child that wanted to get laid... I took Noah back and decided to go on with the plot.
Noah was dancing and whatnot and Eric came up to her and declared his undying love for her, depsite the fact that Gina was still alive. And then Frankie made Eric NEARLY FORCE himself on my precious Noah! Noah explained that as a gypsy, she was to travel very much, not staying in one town longer than a week or so. Eric left and before you knew it, Gina began to dance the gypsy dance as well and it totally had an effect on Eric. He was mesmerized and in love with her totally and completely.
Eric's daughter, on the other hand, liked Noah, too. She wanted her father to marry Noah so she wouldn't leave town. Noah's last day in town was an uneventful one, she packed up her dresses and said goodbye to the neihbours. Once she siad good bye to Eric, Frankie decided that she didn't want to play anymore and wanted to play outside.
Now I want to write Noah's story but I got the name Noah from the FMA movie and I sorta don't want people complaining that it's fanfiction I'm writing when it's clearly not FMA at all but original fiction!
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The Gypsy Girl
Most gypsies travel in packs,but some travel by themselves... trying to find their place in life...
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That's all I got. I'll have to update at a different time ^_^
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Let's See How Many Stupid Things You've Done
I don't like Facebook. But I will post this for future characterization-ness.
Let's See How Many Stupid Things You've Done
x= you did it
Level 1
( ) Smoked A Cigarette
( ) Smoked A Cigar
() Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex
SO FAR: 0
Level 2
() Are / Been In Love
() dumped someone/turned down someone
( ) Shoplifted
() Been Fired
() Been In A Fist Fight
SO FAR:
Level 3
() Had A Crush On An Older Person
() Skipped School
() Slept With A Co-worker
() Seen Someone / Something Die
SO FAR:
Level 4
() Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends
( ) Been To Paris
( ) Been To Spain
() Been On A Plane
( ) Thrown Up From Drinking
SO FAR:
Level 5
() Eaten Sushi
( ) Been Snowboarding
( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook
() Been in a Mosh Pit
SO FAR:
Level 6
( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship
() Taken Pain Killers
() Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have
() Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By
() Made A Snow Angel
SO FAR:
Level 7
() Had A Tea Party
() Flown A Kite
() Built A Sand Castle
( ) Gone mudding
() Played Dress Up
SO FAR:
Level 8
() Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves
() Gone Sledding
() Cheated While Playing A Game
() Been Lonely
() Fallen Asleep At Work / School
SO FAR:
Level 9
() Watched The Sun Set
() Felt An Earthquake
( ) Killed A Snake
SO FAR:
Level 10
() Been Tickled
()Been Robbed / Vandalized
( ) Been cheated on
() Been Misunderstood
SO FAR:
Level 11
() Won A Contest
() Been Suspended From School
() Had Detention
() Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident
SO FAR:
Level 12
() Had / Have Braces
() Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
( ) Danced in the moonlight
SO FAR :
Level 13
() Hated The Way You Look
() Witnessed A Crime
( ) Pole Danced
() Questioned Your Heart
() Been obsessed with post-it-notes
SO FAR:
Level 14
() Squished Barefoot Through The Mud
()Been Lost
() Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
() Swam In The Ocean
() Felt Like You Were Dying
SO FAR:
Level 15
() Cried Yourself To Sleep
() Played Cops And Robbers
() Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers
() Sang Karaoke
() Paid For A Meal With Only Coins
SO FAR:
Level 16
() Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
() Made Prank Phone Calls
() Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
( ) Kissed In The Rain
SO FAR:
Level 17
() Written A Letter To Santa Claus
( ) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About
() Blown Bubbles
( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere
SO FAR:
Level 18
( ) Crashed A Party
( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People
() Gone Rollerskating / Blading
() Had A Wish Come True
( ) Been Humped By A Monkey
SO FAR:
Level 19
() Worn Pearls
() Jumped Off A Bridge
() Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"
() Swam With Dolphins..
SO FAR:
Level 20
() Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube
( ) Kissed A Fish
() Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
() Sat On A Roof Top
SO FAR:
Level 21
() Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
() Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel
() Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours
() Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about
SO FAR:
Level 22
()picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree
() Climbed A Tree
() Had/Been In A Tree House
() Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone
SO FAR:
Level 23
() Believed In Ghosts
( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes
( ) Gone Streaking
() Visited Jail
SO FAR:
Level 24
( ) Played Chicken
() Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
() Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger
( ) Broken A Bone
() Been Easily Amused
SO FAR:
Level 25
( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later
( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one
() Caught A Butterfly
() Laughed So Hard You Cried
() Cried So Hard You Laughed
SO FAR:
Level 26
( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone
() Had Someone Moon/Flash You
() Cheated On A Test
() Forgotten Someone's Name
() French Braided Someones Hair
() Gone Skinny Dipping
() Been Kicked Out Of Your House
() Tried to hurt yourself
SO FAR:
Level 27
() Rode A Roller Coaster
() Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling
() Had A Cavity
() Black-Mailed Someone
() Been Black Mailed
SO FAR:
Level 28
() Been Used
() Fell Going Up The Stairs
() Licked A Cat
() Bitten Someone
() Licked Someone
SO FAR :
Level 29
() Been shot at/or at gunpoint
( ) Had sex in the rain
() Flattened someones tires
( ) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on
( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas
TOTAL:
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I went to Wal-Mart for some reason today. My sister had to buy some pants and whatnot.
I also did another interior monologue, too. Here it goes:
WAL-MART {{Home base for Voldemort}
I never liked Wal-Mart every much. I mean, when I was younger, I just thought it was another store that had stuff in it that my parents bought.
But I remember the day when I changed my view of Wal-Mart. I can't remeber the exact day, but I know what happened. I was with my dad, watching TV. I think it was a Micheal Moore Film, becuase it was politcal or something like that. And my dad mentioned Child labour in China. And Wal-Mart. He said that Wal-Mart's product were form China and that the factories were horrible and such. I felt so bad for those who worked there, in the factories that my dad and I made a pact, that we would not support Wal-Mart or child labour and we would never ever go there for our shopping needs.
And this lasted for a while, only until Wal-Mart was building everywhere to a point where it was just cheaper to go there than to go to, say, Zellers or Giant Tiger. So, my family went shopping and we were about to step foot in the new Wal-Mart and I looked up at my dad.
"Dad- our pact-"
"C'mon, some time today!"
He went in first and I was last. And I hated Wal-Mart ever since.
When Wal-Mart opened up in the closest town to mine, my parents took us there. I was moody the whole time because not only did Wal-Mart did not sell the Graphic Novels I liked, but it was the only store we were going to. I listened to my mp3 player and ate my poutine in the McDonalds moodily. My dad, on the other hand, tried to cheer me up or played the Guilt Card on me.
"Sam... Please cooperate, we don't have a lot of money and it would help your mother so much if you bought your clothes here... and not to mention your school supplies..." ETC, ETC.
Well, I bought absolutely nothing and sat in the car on the way home, moody and bored. And dissapointed in the fact that no one shared my views.
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Okay, yesterday I was haunted by teeth and dentists. Like, literally. It was so wierd. The first thing:
1} Jeremie tells Dad that we're gonna miss school this thursday due to our dentis appointment (at this point, I stuff my face so Dad can't talk to me)
2} Commercial for straightening my teeth (...I have crooked teeth and I brushed this much off as a coinicidence)
3}I was watching something and it mentioned teeth, I can't remember now, but it mentioned teeth and I was like: WTF no wai!
4} I was watching FRIENDS, in the first season, I think and Rachel was going to return her ring to her ex fiance and his job was... c'mon, guess! A FUCKING DENTIST!
I closed my eyes, waited a few minutes and then change dit to So You Think You Can Dance becasuse they never ever mention teeth. But the episode I was watcing yesterday repeated today and it mentioned teeth slightly. Luckily, not a lot.
Today, I got a new toothbrush. I don't know why, I always get a new one when I go to the Dentist. SO THERE WAS NO POINT IN BUYING ME ONE. Especially when I go in four days.
So yeah, I'm pretty sure that there's some law that states that once you're sixteen, you don't have to go. I mean. doctor appointments are pretty much not obligatory, why are dentist appointments? Honestly, I have a good argument lines up, too.
POINT ONE:
MOM: You'll thank me one day.
ME: Uh, no. You said that when I was nine. I'm sixteen and I have yet to say 'Thanks Mom! I love it when the Dentist sticks his hairy arms down my throat against my will! I mean, what could be more exhilierating?' . If I ever do, than there's somethign wrong with me. I've been to the hospital twice because of it and if that has to happen, THEN THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG!
POINT TWO:
MOM: It'll make you feel better about yourself, people will think you're pretty and cultured.
ME: If I want to fix my self- image problems, then I'd start with getting rid of my wrinkles under my eyes, the acne on my forehead, the thunder thighs, the hairy arms, leg and other parts of my body would be waxed, I would have ankles, I could run for more than a minute without sounding like a smoker after yelling and I would have smaller feet, nicer hair, no more exzema- like symptons anymore and I would be pretty much have bigger boobs and a nicer ass. AFTER THAT, then you can take me to ther dentist. Okay?
POINT THREE:
MOM: You can't go around with crroked teeth, people won't take you seriously!
ME: No one would take me seriously anyway. If my history teacher won't make me a reporter becaue I'm shy, I'm sure he won't change his mind next time if I flashed him my straight pearly whites. Plus, no one has perfect teeth. Dad's missing half, half of Jeremie's front teeth are being held up by metal and plastic. Grandma's got denchers and no one can prevent cavities. IT'S FUTILE!
POINT FOUR:
DAD: Hey, work as a dentist's assistant! It'll pay great and take care of your fear!
ME: Dentists have a high depression risk. No shit, I mean, if your job included making small children nervous and scared, I'd be depressed, too! And they make adults tremble with fear, EVEN TEENAGERS AND OLD PEOPLE. I bet Hitler was scared shitless of Dentists, too. AND CRY, HE MAKES THEM CRY TOO. And they make people have horrible nightmares and horror movies, too. They don't make horror movies about writers, unless their possesed or something. but that never happens. Demented Dentists? Yeah, that CAN SO TOTALLY HAPPEN. Mine's a total jerk wad who won't consider my feelings. IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF HE APPLIES THE GEL TOO HARD! IT ISN'T! *ANGST*. And the act that he de-moralizes me by saying I'm less mature than a five year old. WELL, YOU'RE NOT A MAN BECUASE MEN DON'T TEASE LADIES! That's right. FUCKER.
POINT FIVE:
DAD AND MOM: O.o'''
ME: Exactly. Case and Point. MUAAHAHAHAHAHA. So, do I still have to go this thursday?
MOM: Yeah, pretty much.
ME: *Cries*
I hate you alllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Let's See How Many Stupid Things You've Done
x= you did it
Level 1
( ) Smoked A Cigarette
( ) Smoked A Cigar
() Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex
SO FAR: 0
Level 2
() Are / Been In Love
() dumped someone/turned down someone
( ) Shoplifted
() Been Fired
() Been In A Fist Fight
SO FAR:
Level 3
() Had A Crush On An Older Person
() Skipped School
() Slept With A Co-worker
() Seen Someone / Something Die
SO FAR:
Level 4
() Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends
( ) Been To Paris
( ) Been To Spain
() Been On A Plane
( ) Thrown Up From Drinking
SO FAR:
Level 5
() Eaten Sushi
( ) Been Snowboarding
( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook
() Been in a Mosh Pit
SO FAR:
Level 6
( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship
() Taken Pain Killers
() Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have
() Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By
() Made A Snow Angel
SO FAR:
Level 7
() Had A Tea Party
() Flown A Kite
() Built A Sand Castle
( ) Gone mudding
() Played Dress Up
SO FAR:
Level 8
() Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves
() Gone Sledding
() Cheated While Playing A Game
() Been Lonely
() Fallen Asleep At Work / School
SO FAR:
Level 9
() Watched The Sun Set
() Felt An Earthquake
( ) Killed A Snake
SO FAR:
Level 10
() Been Tickled
()Been Robbed / Vandalized
( ) Been cheated on
() Been Misunderstood
SO FAR:
Level 11
() Won A Contest
() Been Suspended From School
() Had Detention
() Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident
SO FAR:
Level 12
() Had / Have Braces
() Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
( ) Danced in the moonlight
SO FAR :
Level 13
() Hated The Way You Look
() Witnessed A Crime
( ) Pole Danced
() Questioned Your Heart
() Been obsessed with post-it-notes
SO FAR:
Level 14
() Squished Barefoot Through The Mud
()Been Lost
() Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
() Swam In The Ocean
() Felt Like You Were Dying
SO FAR:
Level 15
() Cried Yourself To Sleep
() Played Cops And Robbers
() Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers
() Sang Karaoke
() Paid For A Meal With Only Coins
SO FAR:
Level 16
() Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
() Made Prank Phone Calls
() Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
( ) Kissed In The Rain
SO FAR:
Level 17
() Written A Letter To Santa Claus
( ) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About
() Blown Bubbles
( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere
SO FAR:
Level 18
( ) Crashed A Party
( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People
() Gone Rollerskating / Blading
() Had A Wish Come True
( ) Been Humped By A Monkey
SO FAR:
Level 19
() Worn Pearls
() Jumped Off A Bridge
() Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"
() Swam With Dolphins..
SO FAR:
Level 20
() Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube
( ) Kissed A Fish
() Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
() Sat On A Roof Top
SO FAR:
Level 21
() Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
() Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel
() Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours
() Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about
SO FAR:
Level 22
()picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree
() Climbed A Tree
() Had/Been In A Tree House
() Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone
SO FAR:
Level 23
() Believed In Ghosts
( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes
( ) Gone Streaking
() Visited Jail
SO FAR:
Level 24
( ) Played Chicken
() Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
() Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger
( ) Broken A Bone
() Been Easily Amused
SO FAR:
Level 25
( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later
( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one
() Caught A Butterfly
() Laughed So Hard You Cried
() Cried So Hard You Laughed
SO FAR:
Level 26
( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone
() Had Someone Moon/Flash You
() Cheated On A Test
() Forgotten Someone's Name
() French Braided Someones Hair
() Gone Skinny Dipping
() Been Kicked Out Of Your House
() Tried to hurt yourself
SO FAR:
Level 27
() Rode A Roller Coaster
() Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling
() Had A Cavity
() Black-Mailed Someone
() Been Black Mailed
SO FAR:
Level 28
() Been Used
() Fell Going Up The Stairs
() Licked A Cat
() Bitten Someone
() Licked Someone
SO FAR :
Level 29
() Been shot at/or at gunpoint
( ) Had sex in the rain
() Flattened someones tires
( ) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on
( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas
TOTAL:
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I went to Wal-Mart for some reason today. My sister had to buy some pants and whatnot.
I also did another interior monologue, too. Here it goes:
WAL-MART {{Home base for Voldemort}
I never liked Wal-Mart every much. I mean, when I was younger, I just thought it was another store that had stuff in it that my parents bought.
But I remember the day when I changed my view of Wal-Mart. I can't remeber the exact day, but I know what happened. I was with my dad, watching TV. I think it was a Micheal Moore Film, becuase it was politcal or something like that. And my dad mentioned Child labour in China. And Wal-Mart. He said that Wal-Mart's product were form China and that the factories were horrible and such. I felt so bad for those who worked there, in the factories that my dad and I made a pact, that we would not support Wal-Mart or child labour and we would never ever go there for our shopping needs.
And this lasted for a while, only until Wal-Mart was building everywhere to a point where it was just cheaper to go there than to go to, say, Zellers or Giant Tiger. So, my family went shopping and we were about to step foot in the new Wal-Mart and I looked up at my dad.
"Dad- our pact-"
"C'mon, some time today!"
He went in first and I was last. And I hated Wal-Mart ever since.
When Wal-Mart opened up in the closest town to mine, my parents took us there. I was moody the whole time because not only did Wal-Mart did not sell the Graphic Novels I liked, but it was the only store we were going to. I listened to my mp3 player and ate my poutine in the McDonalds moodily. My dad, on the other hand, tried to cheer me up or played the Guilt Card on me.
"Sam... Please cooperate, we don't have a lot of money and it would help your mother so much if you bought your clothes here... and not to mention your school supplies..." ETC, ETC.
Well, I bought absolutely nothing and sat in the car on the way home, moody and bored. And dissapointed in the fact that no one shared my views.
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Okay, yesterday I was haunted by teeth and dentists. Like, literally. It was so wierd. The first thing:
1} Jeremie tells Dad that we're gonna miss school this thursday due to our dentis appointment (at this point, I stuff my face so Dad can't talk to me)
2} Commercial for straightening my teeth (...I have crooked teeth and I brushed this much off as a coinicidence)
3}I was watching something and it mentioned teeth, I can't remember now, but it mentioned teeth and I was like: WTF no wai!
4} I was watching FRIENDS, in the first season, I think and Rachel was going to return her ring to her ex fiance and his job was... c'mon, guess! A FUCKING DENTIST!
I closed my eyes, waited a few minutes and then change dit to So You Think You Can Dance becasuse they never ever mention teeth. But the episode I was watcing yesterday repeated today and it mentioned teeth slightly. Luckily, not a lot.
Today, I got a new toothbrush. I don't know why, I always get a new one when I go to the Dentist. SO THERE WAS NO POINT IN BUYING ME ONE. Especially when I go in four days.
So yeah, I'm pretty sure that there's some law that states that once you're sixteen, you don't have to go. I mean. doctor appointments are pretty much not obligatory, why are dentist appointments? Honestly, I have a good argument lines up, too.
POINT ONE:
MOM: You'll thank me one day.
ME: Uh, no. You said that when I was nine. I'm sixteen and I have yet to say 'Thanks Mom! I love it when the Dentist sticks his hairy arms down my throat against my will! I mean, what could be more exhilierating?' . If I ever do, than there's somethign wrong with me. I've been to the hospital twice because of it and if that has to happen, THEN THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG!
POINT TWO:
MOM: It'll make you feel better about yourself, people will think you're pretty and cultured.
ME: If I want to fix my self- image problems, then I'd start with getting rid of my wrinkles under my eyes, the acne on my forehead, the thunder thighs, the hairy arms, leg and other parts of my body would be waxed, I would have ankles, I could run for more than a minute without sounding like a smoker after yelling and I would have smaller feet, nicer hair, no more exzema- like symptons anymore and I would be pretty much have bigger boobs and a nicer ass. AFTER THAT, then you can take me to ther dentist. Okay?
POINT THREE:
MOM: You can't go around with crroked teeth, people won't take you seriously!
ME: No one would take me seriously anyway. If my history teacher won't make me a reporter becaue I'm shy, I'm sure he won't change his mind next time if I flashed him my straight pearly whites. Plus, no one has perfect teeth. Dad's missing half, half of Jeremie's front teeth are being held up by metal and plastic. Grandma's got denchers and no one can prevent cavities. IT'S FUTILE!
POINT FOUR:
DAD: Hey, work as a dentist's assistant! It'll pay great and take care of your fear!
ME: Dentists have a high depression risk. No shit, I mean, if your job included making small children nervous and scared, I'd be depressed, too! And they make adults tremble with fear, EVEN TEENAGERS AND OLD PEOPLE. I bet Hitler was scared shitless of Dentists, too. AND CRY, HE MAKES THEM CRY TOO. And they make people have horrible nightmares and horror movies, too. They don't make horror movies about writers, unless their possesed or something. but that never happens. Demented Dentists? Yeah, that CAN SO TOTALLY HAPPEN. Mine's a total jerk wad who won't consider my feelings. IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF HE APPLIES THE GEL TOO HARD! IT ISN'T! *ANGST*. And the act that he de-moralizes me by saying I'm less mature than a five year old. WELL, YOU'RE NOT A MAN BECUASE MEN DON'T TEASE LADIES! That's right. FUCKER.
POINT FIVE:
DAD AND MOM: O.o'''
ME: Exactly. Case and Point. MUAAHAHAHAHAHA. So, do I still have to go this thursday?
MOM: Yeah, pretty much.
ME: *Cries*
I hate you alllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Saturday, October 13, 2007
After A Short Break...Frogs Make Bad Earplugs... Well DUR.
So I've decided that this Blog- thingy thing shall be my writing Blog.... thingy thing. Yeah, only because I don't feel like posting on LJ very much and I like Blogger right now. And of course, in my first entry or so, I mentioned a story I was starting. Well, thats troy has actually begun. It's called 'NaScent' and it's pretty spanky (my level3 biology teacher used that particular word to describe a pair of red pumps, and that teacher looks like Dobby according to Natsuki, so whatever).
I've written five complete chapters and I planned for about twelve, but I'm not done planning. I still gotta figure out the ending in complete. But I've been in a rut for a while now, only because I'm super busy with fundraising so I can go to Germany and Czechslavakia, HL homework and thoughts about boys, dentists and possible prom dates.
For some reason, my Aristocrat name is:
Your Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Countess Samantha the Glutinous: of Oxbridge by Camford
I'm not glutinous, by the way. I'm slim but I do eat alot. Like last night, I ate so much at Dufferin's Staff party. And when my father decided to go to the bar to get a beer and my mother was microwaving her steak, I was drinking Pepsi and I was doing an interior monologue. And I never do monologues. I hate writing in first person unless it's in a journal. Or Blog. I have a notebook journal, so I can practice my handwriting. I ought to, becuase right now, my thumbs are stiff and I'm mispelling words left and right.
Anywho, interior monologue. I was doing that, staring off at the director (who is an old man, for your information) and then I realized that I'm staring pointlessly and I stopped. I hate that so much. Then I realized that I was better off doing that becuase my parent's conversations were twice as boring as my momologue.
Once, I was on the bus, listening to music on my Samsung MP3 player (I don't even know the name of it...) and I was thinking of some plot points for NaScent (How does one pronounce that? I say it with a British accent: NAH (an the second part Quebecois French)- sance), one was that Ryan (Antagonists, true name Ryanose, he's a snake BTW) wanted Kippery (Protangonist, in her past life, she broke off her deal with Ryanose {who is a snake that can grant one's deepest desire} by suicide/murder and now is stuck paying the debt by becoming his girlfriend and submitting to him) to break her hymen or something like that so that their first time wouldn't hurt for Kippery. Then I realize that it would be more realistic if Ryan did it for her. But whatever, that's not the main beef here. Another muse I started was the conversaton between Roy (he likes Kippery but hates Ryan, nicknames him Emo Guy but Ryan retaliates by calling him the Unfortunate Soul) and Sayoku (she's from Japan and is visiting with Kippery but she's too busy with Ryan, so Sayoku stays with Roy most of the time. Ryan is also trying to reel Sayoku in to giving up her heart to him). They have the most interesting conversation in which they figure out that Ryan is not who he is all cracked up to be and that Kippery is in danger, somehow.
But stupid me forgot to whip out my laptop or my notebook to write all of this down. Damn it. *ANGST* Now I can't finish chapter six until the month finishes and until I remember the convo or think of a new one.
I've written five complete chapters and I planned for about twelve, but I'm not done planning. I still gotta figure out the ending in complete. But I've been in a rut for a while now, only because I'm super busy with fundraising so I can go to Germany and Czechslavakia, HL homework and thoughts about boys, dentists and possible prom dates.
For some reason, my Aristocrat name is:
Your Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Countess Samantha the Glutinous: of Oxbridge by Camford
I'm not glutinous, by the way. I'm slim but I do eat alot. Like last night, I ate so much at Dufferin's Staff party. And when my father decided to go to the bar to get a beer and my mother was microwaving her steak, I was drinking Pepsi and I was doing an interior monologue. And I never do monologues. I hate writing in first person unless it's in a journal. Or Blog. I have a notebook journal, so I can practice my handwriting. I ought to, becuase right now, my thumbs are stiff and I'm mispelling words left and right.
Anywho, interior monologue. I was doing that, staring off at the director (who is an old man, for your information) and then I realized that I'm staring pointlessly and I stopped. I hate that so much. Then I realized that I was better off doing that becuase my parent's conversations were twice as boring as my momologue.
Once, I was on the bus, listening to music on my Samsung MP3 player (I don't even know the name of it...) and I was thinking of some plot points for NaScent (How does one pronounce that? I say it with a British accent: NAH (an the second part Quebecois French)- sance), one was that Ryan (Antagonists, true name Ryanose, he's a snake BTW) wanted Kippery (Protangonist, in her past life, she broke off her deal with Ryanose {who is a snake that can grant one's deepest desire} by suicide/murder and now is stuck paying the debt by becoming his girlfriend and submitting to him) to break her hymen or something like that so that their first time wouldn't hurt for Kippery. Then I realize that it would be more realistic if Ryan did it for her. But whatever, that's not the main beef here. Another muse I started was the conversaton between Roy (he likes Kippery but hates Ryan, nicknames him Emo Guy but Ryan retaliates by calling him the Unfortunate Soul) and Sayoku (she's from Japan and is visiting with Kippery but she's too busy with Ryan, so Sayoku stays with Roy most of the time. Ryan is also trying to reel Sayoku in to giving up her heart to him). They have the most interesting conversation in which they figure out that Ryan is not who he is all cracked up to be and that Kippery is in danger, somehow.
But stupid me forgot to whip out my laptop or my notebook to write all of this down. Damn it. *ANGST* Now I can't finish chapter six until the month finishes and until I remember the convo or think of a new one.
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