Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Tea leaves
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Tales From the Dark Tower
Friday, December 24, 2004
Christmas Eve
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Harry Potter
Monday, December 20, 2004
Crosswords
Monday and No School!
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Christmas Break!!!
Monday, December 13, 2004
Computer Class
Caomputer Class 3
Computer Class 2
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Xanga
I just got a XAnga acount. I don't know why though. I hardly ever post on my Blogger acount. Oh Well, I huess that's what you get from being unnaturally bored.
Friday, December 10, 2004
Friday
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Day Off
Friday, December 03, 2004
I think the book is really good. although you might want to read the Glasswright's Apprentice first. I tried looking up some sites on the books, but I only got 33 hits on MSN. The people who wrote the reviews do not seem to like it. It's sort of Hhinduism'ish with casts and junk, but that just makes it more interesting.
Party
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Books
Their isn't ,as far as I've read, been anyone impaled and since I only have about five chapters to go there isn't really any time for Dracula to be throwing any one off a balconys and junk. He's much to busy hiding from his hunters. If he starts impaling peolple any time soon their must be a very strange twist at the end. Well I must be off to finish reading. Tootles
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Chapter Seven
Written 18 July, things so strange happening, that I shall keep accurate note henceforth till we land.
On 6 July we finished taking in cargo, silver sand and boxes of earth. At noon set sail. East wind, fresh. Crew, five hands . . . two mates, cook, and myself, (captain).
On 11 July at dawn entered Bosphorus. Boarded by Turkish Customs officers. Backsheesh. All correct. Under way at 4 p. m.
On 12 July through Dardanelles. More Customs officers and flagboat of guarding squadron. Backsheesh again. Work of officers thorough, but quick. Want us off soon. At dark passed into Archipelago.
On 13 July passed Cape Matapan. Crew dissatisfied about something. Seemed scared, but would not speak out.
On 14 July was somewhat anxious about crew. Men all steady fellows, who sailed with me before. Mate could not make out what was wrong. They only told him there was SOME- THING, and crossed themselves. Mate lost temper with one of them that day and struck him. Expected fierce quarrel, but all was quiet.
On 16 July mate reported in the morning that one of the crew, Petrofsky, was missing. Could not account for it. Took larboard watch eight bells last night, was relieved by Amramoff, but did not go to bunk. Men more downcast than ever. All said they expected something of the kind, but would not say more than there was SOMETHING aboard. Mate getting very impatient with them. Feared some trouble ahead.
On 17 July, yesterday, one of the men, Olgaren, came to my cabin, and in an awestruck way confided to me that he thought there was a strange man aboard the ship. He said that in his watch he had been sheltering behind the deckhouse, as there was a rain storm, when he saw a tall, thin man, who was not like any of the crew, come up the companionway, and go along the deck forward and disappear. He followed cautiously, but when he got to bows found no one, and the hatchways were all closed. He was in a panic of superstitious fear, and I am afraid the panic may spread. To allay it, I shall today search the entire ship carefully from stem to stern.
Later in the day I got together the whole crew, and told them, as they evidently thought there was some one in the ship, we would search from stem to stern. First mate angry, said it was folly, and to yield to such foolish ideas would demoralise the men, said he would engage to keep them out of trouble with the handspike. I let him take the helm, while the rest began a thorough search, all keeping abreast, with lanterns. We left no corner unsearched. As there were only the big wooden boxes, there were no odd corners where a man could hide. Men much relieved when search over, and went back to work cheerfully. First mate scowled, but said nothing.
22 July.--Rough weather last three days, and all hands busy with sails, no time to be frightened. Men seem to have forgotten their dread. Mate cheerful again, and all on good terms. Praised men for work in bad weather. Passed Gibraltar and out through Straits. All well.
24 July.--There seems some doom over this ship. Already a hand short, and entering the Bay of Biscay with wild weather ahead, and yet last night another man lost, disappeared. Like the first, he came off his watch and was not seen again. Men all in a panic of fear, sent a round robin, asking to have double watch, as they fear to be alone. Mate angry. Fear there will be some trouble, as either he or the men will do some violence.
28 July.--Four days in hell, knocking about in a sort of malestrom, and the wind a tempest. No sleep for any one. Men all worn out. Hardly know how to set a watch, since no one fit to go on. Second mate volunteered to steer and watch, and let men snatch a few hours sleep. Wind abating, seas still terrific, but feel them less, as ship is steadier.
29 July.--Another tragedy. Had single watch tonight, as crew too tired to double. When morning watch came on deck could find no one except steersman. Raised outcry, and all came on deck. Thorough search, but no one found. Are now without second mate, and crew in a panic. Mate and I agreed to go armed henceforth and wait for any sign of cause.
30 July.--Last night. Rejoiced we are nearing England. Weather fine, all sails set. Retired worn out, slept soundly, awakened by mate telling me that both man of watch and steersman missing. Only self and mate and two hands left to work ship.
1 August.--Two days of fog, and not a sail sighted. Had hoped when in the English Channel to be able to signal for help or get in somewhere. Not having power to work sails, have to run before wind. Dare not lower, as could not raise them again. We seem to be drifting to some terrible doom. Mate now more demoralised than either of men. His stronger nature seems to have worked inwardly against himself. Men are beyond fear, working stolidly and patiently, with minds made up to worst. They are Russian, he Roumanian.
2 August, midnight.--Woke up from few minutes sleep by hearing a cry, seemingly outside my port. Could see nothing in fog. Rushed on deck, and ran against mate. Tells me he heard cry and ran, but no sign of man on watch. One more gone. Lord, help us! Mate says we must be past Straits of Dover, as in a moment of fog lifting he saw North Foreland, just as he heard the man cry out. If so we are now off in the North Sea, and only God can guide us in the fog, which seems to move with us, and God seems to have deserted us.
3 August.--At midnight I went to relieve the man at the wheel and when I got to it found no one there. The wind was steady, and as we ran before it there was no yawing. I dared not leave it, so shouted for the mate. After a few seconds, he rushed up on deck in his flannels. He looked wild-eyed and haggard, and I greatly fear his reason has given way. He came close to me and whispered hoarsely, with his mouth to my ear, as though fearing the very air might hear. "It is here. I know it now. On the watch last night I saw It, like a man, tall and thin, and ghastly pale. It was in the bows, and looking out. I crept behind It, and gave it my knife, but the knife went through It, empty as the air." And as he spoke he took the knife and drove it savagely into space. Then he went on, "But It is here, and I'll find It. It is in the hold, perhaps in one of those boxes. I'll unscrew them one by one and see. You work the helm." And with a warning look and his finger on his lip, he went below. There was springing up a choppy wind, and I could not leave the helm. I saw him come out on deck again with a tool chest and lantern, and go down the forward hatchway. He is mad, stark, raving mad, and it's no use my trying to stop him. He can't hurt those big boxes, they are invoiced as clay, and to pull them about is as harmless a thing as he can do. So here I stay and mind the helm, and write these notes. I can only trust in God and wait till the fog clears. Then, if I can't steer to any harbour with the wind that is, I shall cut down sails, and lie by, and signal for help . . .
It is nearly all over now. Just as I was beginning to hope that the mate would come out calmer, for I heard him knocking away at something in the hold, and work is good for him, there came up the hatchway a sudden, startled scream, which made my blood run cold, and up on the deck he came as if shot from a gun, a raging madman, with his eyes rolling and his face convulsed with fear. "Save me! Save me!" he cried, and then looked round on the blanket of fog. His horror turned to despair, and in a steady voice he said,"You had better come too, captain, before it is too late. He is there! I know the secret now. The sea will save me from Him, and it is all that is left!" Before I could say a word, or move forward to seize him, he sprang on the bulwark and deliberately threw himself into the sea. I suppose I know the secret too, now. It was this madman who had got rid of the men one by one, and now he has followed them himself. God help me! How am I to account for all these horrors when I get to port? When I get to port! Will that ever be?
4 August.--Still fog, which the sunrise cannot pierce, I know there is sunrise because I am a sailor, why else I know not. I dared not go below, I dared not leave the helm, so here all night I stayed, and in the dimness of the night I saw it, Him! God, forgive me, but the mate was right to jump overboard. It was better to die like a man. To die like a sailor in blue water, no man can object. But I am captain, and I must not leave my ship. But I shall baffle this fiend or monster, for I shall tie my hands to the wheel when my strength begins to fail, and along with them I shall tie that which He, It, dare not touch. And then, come good wind or foul, I shall save my soul, and my honour as a captain. I am growing weaker, and the night is coming on. If He can look me in the face again, I may not have time to act . . .If we are wrecked, mayhap this bottle may be found, and those who find it may understand. If not . . . well, then all men shall know that I have been true to my trust. God and the Blessed Virgin and the Saints help a poor ignorant soul trying to do his duty . . . From the book Dracula by. Bram Stoker
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Dracula
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Van Helsing
My mom just got from Nashville, where she went for a conference, and guess what! She got me a Van Helsing shirt. Of course it doesn't actually show his whole face, but oh well. I'll get over it. Anyway,I watched Van Helsing about two weeks ago and now I want to read the book. Although I realize that the book most likely want have Hugh Jackman playing the main roll, and he probablt will not have an automatic cross bow.( Which would be so totally cool to have). I just finished the book To Kill A Mocking Bird and it was actually a really good book. I thought it was going to be boring, but half way into it it got a lot better. I think I'll reread it tomorrow. I tried to put a Van Helsing picture an the blog, but couldn't figure out how. Some advice if go to look up Van Helsing don't go to MSN and type in Vampires. It was really freaky. Well, I haven't done homework in about three days or so. I might want to get on that. Tootles
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Cousins
So I'm off to play the playstation. Yay!!! Tootles
Friday, November 12, 2004
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Early
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
November
While I'm typing I'll mention( just for all my thirteen year old friends) I get to vote in th next election. Yay! Yep I'm fourteen and they rest of my friends aren't. I hardly ever get one up on them. So Ha. Don't fret though I'm not so pathetic that my age is my only advantage. I'm ever so quick witted ;) Tootles .
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Hey
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Gorgon
I took the
Medevil Name
Your medieval name is: Gweneveire. You are
innocent, quiet, beautiful and angelic. You
harbor an inner beauty and you usually keep to
yourself, following the lines of conformity.
You're totally innocent and loyal.
What is your Medieval name?
brought to you by
I'm a Wind Spiriti
Friday, October 15, 2004
Pirates
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Pants
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Trick 'r Treat
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Women Warriors
v In 1240AD, the Teutonic Knights were beleaguered by the Prussians and took refuge in several towns. In Culm, most of the knights were eventually killed and the city would have been taken except for the efforts of the women of the town. They closed the gates, donned mail, and mounted the wall, spears in hand. The Prussians withdrew.
v The women who fought in the defense of the town of Tortosa against the Moors in 1149 were honored by the Count of Barcelona. He created a knightly order especially for them.
v Lady Agnes Randolph successfully held her castle for 5 months against the Earl of Salisbury in 1334. After each assault, she had her maids dust the battlements to show her scorn for the attackers.
v The Dutch city of Harlaam, attacked by the Spanish in 1568, was defended in part by two sisters (Amarron & Kenau Hasselaar) who led a battalion of 300 women armed with sword, dagger and musket. Refusing to wear men's clothing, they wore light armor over their dresses.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Try outs
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Newspaper
Thursday, September 16, 2004
No school!
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Monday, September 13, 2004
The Vulcans
Friday, September 10, 2004
Friday, September 03, 2004
Year Book Staff
Thursday, September 02, 2004
The Siege of Avalon
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Site
Sunday's trial
Saturday, August 28, 2004
The court of the honarable judge Matthew
Friday, August 27, 2004
Student Council
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Kitty Cat
Marching
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Sunday
because there is absolutely no point in it. Well, I turned in my essay ( the yearbook staff one). Now I have to wait until September the sixth to find out if I made it. I have to turn in my Student Council Tuesday. I ,fortunately, joined chorus successfully. It turns out Mrs. Manor really doesn't care if your tone deaf. So now I get to hang out with more of my friends during lunch (chorus gets to go to lunch early). I really haven't done anything else. So tootles.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
'Sup
Well, I started school last week and I am actually very happy to be back. I really missed my friends although depressingly they're only a few of them with any of the same classes. I only have Thomas in one and Matthew and Holly are in , guess how many......... Absolutely none of them. At least Kelcie is in all my classes, but two. I really can' t complain about my classes either. I really like algebra it's my favorite class . I finally get History and not Geography ( I want to Major in Archaeology). I get reading which is extremely easy. Mrs. Dillard is making us read a thirty page book *rollseyes*. I find it insulting that she doesn't think we're capable of reading more than what's included in a first grade reading book. Oh well, Let's not be Pessimistic. I'm writing an essay on what I could contribute to the yearbook staff . That's how they narrow down who gets to be on it. There is the limited amount of six people allowed. I'm also going to join chorus again this year Mrs. Manor doesn't mind if your tone deaf so I can still get on :). Plus I'm going to run for student council. I was in it last year,but then I was a seventh grader. Now I am in eighth and we ,my friends and I ,are now top dog of the school. Well I have to do my Algebra. Tootles :)
Monday, August 09, 2004
3 1 day of.... Doom's day
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Clumsy
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
iRepairs
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Day 2 of Blog
Friday, July 30, 2004
First Blog post
I haven't really did anything today,went to the creek,read,rode my horse,. A pretty uneventful day,but I'm enjoying the little bit of freedom I have left .School starts soon. I look forward to seeing my friends and going to band. I don't look forward to Algebra,science or Techno :)
Well, now I have a blog to write about my uneventfulness. Tootles.