Bibliophilic Vermin

Oh ho! No school for me today, apparently the rain was freezing on the mountain so all of they county schools were called off. Why is this important you ask. Well, I'll tell you, my friend. Today makes the fourth day off from school. Indeed! You may well gasp in terror. Four days is much too long a weekend when your not expecting it.

I had no books lined up and my sad lack of vehicle makes it impossible to leave the house. So, I got to stay at home. By myself. Now, don't get me wrong. I have no issues with staying at the house by myself, I'm 17 for goodness sake, but if left without proper stimulation for more than three hours my imagination will get carried away with itself. I start seeing people out of the corners of my eyes, people walking past my door, unfamiliar reflections in the mirror, and that oh so cliche tapping on the window. By the time four hours have passed I'm jumping around corners brandishing a serrated kitchen knife and screaming at inanimate objects.

After about four and half hours I've decided that a nap is called for. So, I put all pointy objects back in their drawers and make my way to my bedroom. A safe haven if there ever was one. My room is largely occupied by books and large piles of clothes. A sneak attack through there is impossible. I would be alerted when they stumbled over strategically placed pile of suitcases. --These would be old empty suit cases. Great for keeping random unorganizable clutter in.--

Five and a half hours have passed alone when the crunch crunch of disturbed papers wakes me. Ha ha! So, my fear of the unknown is justified. Something has found it's way into my room. I sit up and listen carefully, positive that I HAD heard something. Once again, I hear the sound of paper crinkling. Yet, I see no one. Perhaps there is a friendly spirit that's doing my overdue Chemistry homework. Afraid not, the Chemistry book is sitting forlornly on my desk waiting to be neglected some more. The origin of the sound seems to be coming from one of my bookshelves, so I grab a flash light and walk over to investigate. I get down on the floor and there it is. An adorable shiny black eyed mouse.

It was just a piece of a mouse, less than half the size of my palm.-- Guess of course. I did NOT pick the disease ridden thing up.-- After the mandatory second of, " Aren't you just a cute mouse?!" I was forced to decide on an action.

I could:

A. Toss it some cheese and hope that it decides not to procreate.
B. Set up some nice catch and release traps.
C. Smash it with a hammer!

My decision was taken from me when it whipped itself around revealing twice it's body length in long bald tail. **Insert grossed out shivering here.** That sucker had to die. I picked up the nearest long thrustable object which happpend to be a ridicuously heavy and blunted sword. --Note to self: Look into long spears.-- I had the light trained on it's beady little eyes when it blinked. Drat. For some reason I associate blinking with the communication.

Now my straight forward plan of seek and destroy had been thwarted by the fact that it as obviously trying to tell my something. That was all it took to restart the imagination drive that had been turned off when my baser cave man instincts kicked in. --" Ung. Me want kill mouse."--

Maybe the mouse wasn't a mouse at all! Mayhap it was the reencarnated spirit of some ancient philosopher. It was attracted to the irresistable smell of books and was now trying to tell me who it was. Once an inkwell was provided it would obviously be able to provide me with the meaning of life written in small mousey scrawl. It was quite clear that it was up to me to preserve this furred fountain of knowledge.

I was trying to decide if it resembled Aristotle or Descartes more when it decided to scurry UP the bookshelf. Oh snap. Not only did my rodent friend possess ancient philosophical strategy, it had also been bitten by a radioactice spider. The advantage higher ground was now on it's side and jumped back with, "EEk! EEk!" clearly racing through my mind. All thoughts of preservation were now off. The want to help a defensless creature had now turned to outmaneuvering a spidey-power endowed philosophizing rat.

I got it cornered between two bookshelves and did a one handed stab at it through the crack. Swordmanship is obviously not my forte because I hadn't even stunned it. It was now blinking up at me in one last attempt at intelligible communication. I had already figured out this was just another ploy of the mouse race to incite mercy. You can not fool me again! I positioned the light and put both hands on the sword this time, steadying my aim. I struck down! Right before I reached it I had a thought of how gross actually stabbing it was going to be. Plus, I would get mouse gore all over my carpet. So, instead of a death lunge it was more of a creepy caress that said, " There, there, Mouse. Why don't you go nibble on Tolkein. It's full of fine quality paper."

So, the mouse got away. I've resorted to locking all three of our cats in my room and hoping for the best. The moral of this story? If you don't constantly feed your brain new information then it will TURN on you.

Spidey Mouse indeed.

To Not Review

**SIGH**

I know that last post was just a giant pile of pettiness and grudge holding, but I am a petty grudge holding jerk. First step to recovery...;)


On a less personal note --not so much of less personal as less "Look at me! I'm a teen who can't let go of things that happened years ago."-- I just finished the Abhorsen Trilogy by Garth Nix. It was good. Go read it.

I'm not going to do a review on it--I can hear your sigh of relief from here-- right now. Haha! Thought you were going to get out of it. Suckers. I don't want to do any reviews for this blog until I get my newspaper book review done. I can't decide what book to do it on. Sigh.

I mean, what is high school paper appropriate? I was going to do The Book of Lost Things, but decided that it was maybe too disturbing for a high school paper. Well, with the heart eating Rumplestiltskin and graphic child decapitating scenes it IS a bit disturbing for young peoples. Then I moved on to The Book Thief. I don't know, I just don't want to do another review on it. --Reason why I'm not doing a review on here: Because then I don't want to do it again for the paper. I might decide to review Garth Nix's books for the paper, therefore you don't get to hear about it.-- Also thought about doing Libba Bray's A Great and Terrible Beauty, but decided that the books were aimed too much at young women. I hate labeling books, so I'm NOT going to call it Chick Lit. I'm sure if some guy could get past his over inflated ego to read it, he has just as much chance as I do at enjoying it. I live in Tennessee. The guys have southernized over inflated egos.

So, what to review? I dunno. I was asking you.

Condescension and a Fun Noodle

So, this is my first week sitting in my new chair--Saxophone chair--. This chair happens to be in the front row of two. This means that I get first part now. Unfortunately, we've been working on some songs for about two weeks now and this is the first time I've seen my new part. Therefore, I am behind.

This normally wouldn't be a problem. I would practice, get the part, move on. Yet, there is a little snag in my process. Third chair.

**Brief interlude for violent swearing.**

She, almighty saxophonist that she is, has been leaning over next to me to listen. When we get to a hard part she plays very loud and pointedly at me. This, from any other person, would be grudgingly welcomed. Third chair, on the other hand, is decidedly unwelcome to say anthing to me. She is a backstabbing decomposing piece of crap. She stole boyfriend freshmen year. She stole my best friend at the beginning of this year. She is not to be trusted. Most of all, she is not to EVER correct me. I just started playing the part, it's going to take a couple of days for me to get the hang of the new one.

She will not correct me with impunity!! The next time she says something, or does her little lean over and play routine, I'm going to take HER saxophone and beat her over the head with it!

Fine, fine, violence is not a solution to my problems. There will be no beating...Well, maybe I could just get one of those fun noodle floats you put in pools and hit her a couple of times. Just a few times...not even that hard...Fine! No fun noodle either.

The condescension must stop. The only way I can see to end it is to get better than her. This means more practicing. I have a horrible feeling that scales are becoming a habit.

She has already asked me to challenge her so that she can turn me down and be automatically moved down a seat. This is so she can sit next to her boyfriend. Well, I laugh at her and her intentions. I don't plan to challenge her at all. If I challenge anyone it will be second chair! If I have a place in my section it will be earned, not given to me.

Almost, But Not Quite

Try outs have came and gone and the verdict has been given. Fourth. Fourth out of sixteen saxophones. Ah ha! I didn't fail at life completely.

**polite applause** "Thank you, thank you."

The entire day of try outs was spent in queasy anticipation of my imminent downfall to completely worthless. I got absolutely no school work done and by the time three o'clock rolled around I was just about to burst into a fit of hysterical screaming complete with changing octaves.

All of the saxophones were in the band room waiting for their turn at self inflicted torture. Some were standing idly by and chatting and others --me-- were playing their prepared pieces over in over in hopes of last minute improvement. As the other players walked to the storage cabinet I slunk back into my chair, trying to avoid notice so that I could get those extra two minutes of practicing in. Finally, my turn was fast approaching. After the next person I was up...

You'll never guess what I did. I dropped my saxophone. Dropped it. On the floor. Oddly enough, this is the first time I've dropped the thing. It's the first time I've dropped any saxophone. Ah, but here's the highlight. Not only did I drop it, I bent several of the keys. This made it impossible for me to go any lower than a G. Shiva weeps.

Thankfully, one of the sophomores let me borrow their saxophone. Bless you benevolent sophomores! Just in time too, as I pushed my mouth piece on Mr.Denton walked out the door scythe in hand. Beckoning to his next victim. "Oh, me you say?"

I walked into the storage closet--You know how I feel about those.-- and was pleasantly surprised to realize that this one was larger than last years. Seconds later it dawned on me that there was no low lying fog or dim lighting. Thank goodness!

Even with the lack of fog etc. I was a nervous wreck playing on a foreign saxophone and did not do my best, but he didn't say anything--He usually takes out time to correct us during try outs. This is not a good idea considering how close I am to hysterical during these things.--and I didn't stay in there longer than I had too.

So, for now I must for fourth, but I will be challenging. Hopefully, by the time challenges roll around I'll have my saxophone fixed. Fifth chair has already said that he's challenging me. Well, I like my chair and he can't have it. Now let some more practicing ensue...

The Storage Closet of Doom

Oh holy nine gates of hell! I have try outs Tuesday. Tuesday. I have two days until try outs. I feel queasy just thinking about it.

Try outs are, without a doubt, the bain of my existence. You see, I have had many a try out and all of them were accompanied by a horrific nightmare-ish quality. It's like a really old detective movie where they're sitting in the interrogation room. Mr.Private Detective is sitting behind his desk cooly waiting for you to break under the pressure of his deductive skills. Meanwhile, you're sitting there using a slightly yellowed handkerchief to wipe away your perspiration. Exactly like that.

My first try out was held in the sixth grade. I had been playing the saxophone for a year and was no doubt behind the others that had been playing for two. Mr.C (Short man with red hair who has a tendency to look flushed) is sitting in his office. By office, I mean small closet that has been converted into a dimly lit extremely cramped room of torture. I don't remember much of it. What I do remember seems to be filled with flickering lights, shaking papers, and fog. Yes, fog. I think he brought in dried ice for the occasion. The sicko.

But, I'm not here to tell you about then. I'm here to tell you about now. The past two years I have had to try out for the high school band director, Mr.Denton. My extreme fear of Mr.C has obviously carried over to Mr.Denton with interest. Freshmen year try outs involved a darkly lit chorus room. Sophomore try outs were moved into small storage room. This years try outs...I fear they may be moved into a even smaller and dimly lit storage room. Oh blast.

Band directors and small dimly lit storage closets must be feared. Freud has something to say about early childhood traumas effecting you later in life. See. I'm not crazy. Ask Freud.

I should be frantically practicing, but if I practice then I'm forced to think about the you-know-what. So I'm going to safely avoid any type of thinking by reading. Yeah.

I wouldn't be worried so much, but this is the last year I have to get first chair. I don't want anyone else to have it, therefore I must get it. If this means using sabotage and unchivalrous poisonings...duty isn't always pleasant you know.

Wish me luck and safe sabotaging. I'm off to conquer a room of dusty band equipment.

Literary Roses

What makes a good book? There is an unlimited amount of things that can be taken into account: word choice,descriptions,plot,characters....

For example--There is a book called The Historian that I'm fond of. If you just take into account the plot, then I might accept it as okay if a bit dry. The thing that I really enjoy about it is the descriptions of places. The characters travel all over Europe and England and the author goes to great lengths to make sure you can visualize your surroundings. The words enable you to see a Romanian forest in minute detail, down to the moss on logs.

I know that reading is only limited to your imagination. If I was reading a book lacking descriptions then I could easily create scenery of my own to go with it. Probably with ridiculously unrelated decorations, but that's one of the many wonders that accompany fiction. Sometimes it's just nice to be able to let the story teller guide your attention to the warm tile of Venice and the colors of the sunset. Not for plots sake or any particular purpose. Just to stop and smell the literary roses.

A List and Some Books

Alright! *rubs hand together* There are many about to happen.

1. I go back to school Monday.
2. I have band tryouts on the 15th.
3. This is the second semester and as such I need to endeavor not to screw it up as badly as I did the first.
4. I'm going to tell you about some of the books that I read over break.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

A book set in Nazi Germany and narrated by a sentimental misunderstood Death. Death has been carting ( or carrying if you want to be picky) souls to heaven since the beginning of time and sometimes it gets a little overwhelming. He can't just let souls wander around wreaking havoc so he finds an outlet in distractions. His main distraction is the color of the sky. I found it slightly confusing at first, his mentioning random colors, but I finally realized what he was talking about. Most of you will probably pick up on it quicker than I did. Especially if you've read this first...Right. He is reluctantly drawn into the story of Liesel Meminger, The Book Thief.

The story centers around a young girl who is trying to survive in a world of hunger,suspicion, and the terrors of the Nazi Party. Thankfully, it doesn't get hung up on those things. :) The book does make nice political points just by being and showing what it was like, but it doesn't use the girl as an instrument of education by putting her through untold horrors and making her act twice her age.$ My horrible bit of reviewing aside...this was a book worth reading.


A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray

I've put off buying this book for about six months now. I pick it up,look at it, decide it's too cliche, and then put it down. I finally caved and bought the thing so I could get it over with. It's set in the quickly industrializing Victorian age$$. Gemma Doyle is sent to a finishing school in England after the brutal murder of her mother. The murder that she saw in a vision.

The fear of cliche-ness isn't as bad as I had feared, but you do have a group of girls sneaking out to do magic, a finishing school, and other things typical of almost cliched novels. I enjoyed it and plan on reading all three books in the trilogy, but if you can't stand overused plots then I would advise you to keep on browsing...I hate to condemn a book, but there it is. One of the main problems I have with it is how flat the Realms are. --Realms being the secret place they can access through the use of magic.-- You don't meet any interesting characters there that actually have feelings or visit any places that are going to stick out in your mind. Of course, this is a number one out three. The final verdict will be saved until the entire Trilogy has been read...

$This is with vague reference to a certain Nathaniel Hawthorne and The Scarlett Letter. I'm not a big Hawthorne fan and the fact that Pearl was used as a symbol of truth irks me to no end. She was a good thing to use for it to be sure, but she just as easily could have been used to add a little entertainment to it as well. Mayhap then I wouldn't have bored out of my mind reading it...

$$The Victorian Age. Just a random thought to share--Has anyone ever noticed the amount of weird and kinky things that went on with these people? All that sexual repression was probably starting to get to them...Lay back and think of England!

Feeling Some Paragraphs...

Okay, I've been trying for the past week to get my posts to actually hold paragraphs, but they refuse. Why is this?! If I put them in paragraphs and then click preview on the posty thing it shows my paragraphs, but then when I actually post it...Nada. This is really annoying. I don't like reading large uninteresting blocks of text. I can't stand to read my own blog due to my utter lack of computer-y skillz.

Thought about trying to fix it by much fiddling of settings etc, but the last time I did that it murdered my blog. New Plan: Wait it out. The computer doesn't have my human stubbornness...it'll fold eventually.

**edit**

Ah ha!! Fixed it.

Tamora Pierce likes to...rock?!

According to what seems to be a legitimate Tamora Pierce website ( It's rather terribly done in typical author fashion. XD), Ms. Pierce has a fondness for...Marilyn Manson. Yes, quite odd. I like Tamora Pierce. I like Marilyn Manson. Yet, I've never had the hankering to read a good ole fantasy book to the accompaniement of loud screamy music. --> I say again, " I DO like Marilyn Manson, but I realize that his music is loud and screamy. There's nothing wrong with a bit of loud and screamy."

To quote the page exactly:

As always, since I have gotten my iPod Podkayne, I have wondered far and wee over the world's musical scene. As a result, I have found some truly interesting things:

"Song"
"Tainted Love" as covered by Marilyn Manson (rock)
"Song"

Okay fine, it wasn't an exact quote. I just didn't want to take up an enormous amount of space listing what songs she found interesting. :D But everything else is correct.

So, one of my favorite authors meets one of my favorite musicians. ( Well, not meet exactly, but you know what I mean.) This is cool. Yet, for all of it's coolness I'm still having problems meshing 54 year old fantasy author with our favorite shock rocker. ( Note: Doesn't completely agree with shock rocker label) 'Til later then.

Books

I have written ( or typed if you want to get picky) 89 posts on this dilapidated blog of mine. Frighteningly few of them have adressed any books. This is oddly surprising to me considering that my life revolves around reading. How could I not have at least ranted about the injustice that is living in a small town sans bookstore? (We'll save that for another time.)

Now, where to start? First off, I don't have a FAVORITE book. Books are so different and varied it's impossible to say firmly, " This is MY favorite!" The closest you can come to it ( Fine, the closest I can come to it.) is to say, "These are the books that I read over and over."

Books like Spindle's End by Robin McKinley or Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine. Yeah, I'm a big fantasy nut.

Books that I don't care for range from macho guy novels to Douglas Adams books. ( Exception of Hitchkiker's Guide)

Mmm! I love my tea thick.

I'm the only one in my family that drinks hot tea in my family. They drink tea, just not hot. Actually, I would say that my house goes through at least three gallons of tea a day. The concept of water has yet to be introduced.

Now, I like my tea, but I like it in tea bags. I've never tried loose leaf tea and don't plan to until I take time to go buy a tea pot,strainer, and a nice set of china! Then I'll invite of Mary Sue and Diane for some nice biscuits and....right. I'm usually in a hurry and throw a bag in a mug and then pour some water over it right as I walk out the door. Sure, my tea would probably taste a million times better if I took out time to properly fix it complete with strainer and pot, but I do not. I'm sure every loyal tea drinker out there cringes at my caloussness concerning there prefered beverage.

All of this is getting to a story that happened two years back. Look with me into the past...

My friend and I had been pointlessy surfing the web and chatting about many a pointless subject when I came upon a slightly shifty looking page about divination. Of course the curiosity of my fantasy based mind was instantly piqued. Anything involving divination brought up fond memories of a certain Prof. Trelawney. I find that the site is really just a list of symbols and their meanings with directions to make tea, drain it, and then look at the leaves.

I IMd my friend and we immediately complied with said directions! Oh wonder of wonders, we were going to start a business of tea leaf reading. (Possibly with nice china and biscuits...) Unfortunately, I had no loose leaf tea. Just some nice Lady Grey tea bags. Oh Well. I ripped one of them open, dumped it into a mug, and then sloshed some water over it. My friend on the other side of the internet did the same. We waited the required brewing time of 3-5 minutes and then proceeded to down our dreggy brews. Absolutly disgusting. In waiting our 4 minutes we failed to take into account the time it would take to drink it. So by the time we got half way through the cup the taste could safely be compared to a fragrant varnish. By about the 2/3 mark it was getting nice and thick with our incy wincy tea bag particles. Mmmm.

Finally, the cup was finished. I looked deep into the cup and realized all of my effort was for naught. First of all, tea bits do not lay the same as tea leaves. Second problem, most of the dregs had been swallowed due to their small nature.

What moral was learned from this? What lesson was learned? Well, it turnes out that loose leaf tea is probably superior due to the plain fact that it's actually made of leafs. Tea bags contain small bits of leafs that have probably fallen onto the tea factory floor and then been swept up. Disgusting.

Aggresive Religion--What bullying can do for you!!

Yes, I'm back. Sometimes it's just nice to complain to something that might listen. My unresponsive mirror has became increasingly less satisfying. I have never asserted my religious views on this blog. Mostly because I"m so confused that I don't even know myself, but that's not what I'm here to do. I would just like to say that everyone has a right to believe in what they so choose. Be it faith in the unreliability in the post or in the omniscience of God, it is their right of being human to believe what they will. So why must people be constantly forcing their beliefs on others? I can understand these traveling religious types who knock on your door, say hi, and then scat, but some people...I mean, when your at school and someone starts attacking atheism or Buddhism just because it isn't Christianity. Well, just keep that up bucko! Your dissing their religion and trying to foist your own on them by way of insult is going to work smashingly. I don't want to sound like some uber teen with angsty ramblings about the expectations of my peers/family/community so I shall stop before I ramble myself into a giant vortex of text based rage!!

Just let me say this. If you believe in it then it is real. There is no one right religion. No one is wrong in their beliefs if they truly believe. The only way you can be wrong in a religon is if your play acting your part.

Catching Up

Okay, I was going to leave it at the last post, but it didn't tell you anything. This past year many things have happened. I have fallen out with friends..gotten back together with them...then fallen out again...But my rocky social life isn't what I am posting again to tell you about.
I have started a new page in life. That's right my friends. I have went from sophomore to junior since I last talked to you. My life has blossomed like a stunted cactus. Slow and painfully. I did make it into newspaper though. *nods* I know! If I had only recalled that I had this blog earlier then you could have went through my anxious sufferings with me, but alas.

I spend a lot of time on a MUSH (Multi User Shared Hullicination a.k.a. geeky text based computer program) with my friend Matthew...or err...Wilbur ( since I said I was going to stop using names...) Which is really fun. I astound myself with eloquence....

Ah, one more thing before I leave. I used to have my pootry based blog called the Ragged Bookshelf. Remember it? I didn't think so...Well, I can't remember my sign in name so I shall be moving it to here. Which means I have a lot of copying and pasting to do. :(
Well, there is a more complete albeit boring post. It will get better once I've gotten past this little bump of not posting in forever.

And I'm Back!

Hello my dear readers, I have once again returned to you. Indeed, every minute that I spent away from blogger was pure agony. No, truly...I'm serious.

Ah, drat. You've figured me out. I did in fact forget about my blog entirely. A whole year has went by without me posting and I think I shall rectify this. Prepare your self for I've an impure tale to tell! ( Quills)

Band Camp

So, I have made it through two whole days of band camp unscathed. (A record, I'm sure) It was a lot different than last year. Well, camp is the same, but it doesn't come with the feeling of complete bewilderment associated with being a freshmen. I got to see all of my friends again, which did wonders for riding me of my recent maudlin thoughts. No one has decided that I'm too annoying, sarcastic, dorky, or perverted to talk to. Forgive me if I'm not suprised. Most of my friends fall in one or more of those categories, and are not likely to leave me for such failings. :D Sorry my good friends. I'm tired, so let me get to the point. Band camp is fun most of the time and my friends are freakin' awesome. Now, I said that I would add something to about my views on things, and i'm tired.. so nothing too speech inspiring Let us contemplate the mystery of the pickle. Where did the pickle come from? and who would think to put something as alnd as a cucumber in a jar of viinegar and make it absolutely delicious. I think that the pickle is a direct result of a failed attemp at world domination. Yes, that's right my rapt audience ( ya'll had better be rapt.... grr..) The pickle was first invented by a communist Czechslavokian nun. ( Yes, this was a bit before that country split up) errr.. have to leave quickly before mom realizes I'm on so late... TBC

I found your blog inquisitive?

Okay, so about a month ago I get a comment saying that so and so finds my blog inquisitive, and would like me to visit his or her blog. I was just now browsing through several blogs and guess what. Mr. So and So finds just about everyones blog " inquisitive". :My heart is crushed. Who actually uses the word inquisitive anyway. ( No offense to those who actually use that word... a.k.a. absolutely no one.) I'm not really upset, but these findings beg the question " does he/she actually read the blogs that they post at?" . I think not my good people. If he does than I'm the peg legged aunt of the prime ministers secretary's brothers same sex partner. Which consequently I am not.

Wow.. I just read over my entire blog. I used to be so good at posting. I quit caring about this stupid blog a while back. Mostly because I was afraid someone would read it and think it was stupid and later taunt me about it while I was at school.... but since I haven't updated in forever I imagine they ( all my friends) have all forgotten about this site and me. Ues, that's right faithful readers ( me) , my once stalwart companions I hardly ever speak to anymore. Thomas and Matthew are a thing of the past. How strange to be writing that. It seems so long ago that they were my friends and life wasn't a hormone laced pool of angst. I have also Fallen out with Meaghan and my boyfriend broke up with me.

So, to start posting on this again I'm going to make a rule. Since anyone reading this doesn't know any of my friends personally, I'm going to refer to them by alias's or the first letter of their names from now on. Right after this next bit. :D

Okay, for all of you curios as to where my Thomas and Matthew friendship went.... Let me fill you in.

Matthew: I still speak to him, but not that often. We have absolutely nothing in common and I have a horrible feeling that we both get on each others nerves. Nothing big really... Just highschool came and we met new people and made other friends.

Thomas: Different matter entirely. I never speak to him and haven't for close to a year now. Miss him a lot, much more than I would ever openly admit to anyone asking. Not for sure why he quit talking to me, but let me mention it wasn't a " We just don't see each other any more" thing. It was a delibrate " I'm not talking to you" thing. There has been much speculating as to the cause for his reluctance to talk to me ( done by me of course) , but no definite conclusion.

Alright, This post was mostly for me. I'll try to be more forth coming with interesting things later. My opinions on world leaders, terroist attacks, cafeteria food, and maybe even cell phones that cause your brain to become a mash patatoe like mush...

Tootles! .... So many people to avoid , so littly hallway.

Progressively Peachy?

Well, isn't life getting progressively peachier. Just a month ago I was wishing for school to start again and here I am dreading band camp. I feel liking being thoroughly disagreeable, but that wouldn't be pleasant for anyone... Sooo... If anyone is reading this that I dislike than let is be known that I say to you " I hope you live a very long, miserable, life married to a retired nazi who looks like a baboon." If I don't dislike you then feel free to look over this post... and forgive me for being disagreeable. However you spell that.

Coffee and Funyons

So I was just sitting in my room and I had a thought.....What if i lived in a house made of peaches... Wouldn' that be awsome?! Then right after that I thought that maybe I should let people know that summer is as boring as hell . And I imagine after a couple days of burning , hell is pretty boring. Then again I may be wrong. I don't have any personal experience in the matter.... Have you ever really noticed that when you are given time to think about things you keep thinking aout them until you are drivn to insanity? There should never be a time when you have nothing to do for a period over three days. You think about one thing over and over trying to figure out how to fix it. You look at it from every angle and work through every senario and three pots of coffee and a bag of funyons later you realize something. No matter what you think about there is now way that you can go back into he past and cange anything so there is no point obcessing....which makes you deppressed and want more coffee.

Stalker's Shopping Mall

Well, I've not updaed in quite a while...... You know I think the whole Blogger thing is a bit creepy. You write stuff bout you and your life on a page and publish for anybody to see. It's like a stalker's shopping mall.Ah Well, I'm the only one who reads this anyhow.

Six Days Later and Another Post...

I'm posting again and in a short time period. Burn!! Well, this Friday will be our 3 week anniversary. By we I mean Tyler and I. He let me borrow the HitchHiker book by Douglas Adams or whatever his name is. I've only read to page 170 or so, but it's already freakin' hilarious. Hmmm.... Meaghan and I wrote James a really pretty picture today during lunch ( F.Y.I. I sit with Kelsey,Kelcie ,Meaghan,and Macy during lunch.) This drawing is in response to his drawing. We have now drawn him two stick figure pictures. Thw first one was of him getting attacked by scary flag girls. Don't worry, I didn't expect you to get it. It's an inside saxophone section thing.
Tootles!!

And Thirteen days later you get an update...

See! I said I wouldn't abandon you for too long. "Well, we only have two more football games until marching season is over which means I'll go back to being bored all the time." Is something I would have said last year. Now, that I'm in Highschool that is only a little bit true. Yes, I'll miss getting to march , but I'll have all of my friends to keep me busy. So Ha!! I know. I'll still be bored. I can't help but try and console myself.
Today is the tenth day that I have been going out with Tyler. Which I forgot to post about. Tyler is in band too and is a sophomore. All of the people out there that are against intersection relationships can just get over it!! :D
James, our section leader, drew us a really nice picture that shows him shooting "you" . I guess he meant that "you" was us. I thought it was an over all confusing picture. *nods*
I doubt that anyone reading this really cares about my intersection relationship, but then again I have a feeling that I'm the only one that reads it. So everyone who reads it does care! How sweet of you. Lol
Well, I updated in less that a month of my last update. It must be record.
Tootles!!

An All New Setup

I have once again decided to grace all of the readers who so avidly enjoy my blog *coughs* me *coughs* with me wonderous personage. :D I haven't been updating and a lot has been going on. This is mostly due to the fact that I'm a loser who needs to learn how to post regularly, but it is also partly due to band which so totally rocks. Mostly the loser part. I am now a more mature and intellectual being. Yep, that's right. I'm a Freshman in HighSchool. A.K.A. Door Mat.
Hey, at least I'm one more step closer to maturity. In your face!! Anyhow, I'm going to rearrange some stuff and rename some stuff and redo some stuff. If anyone has any advice on how to do cool stuff on Blogs then please feel free to help me figure out what in the world I'm doing. Oh and do forgive me for the over usage of the word "Stuff".
Alright, let me take a moment to paraphrase update you on what's going on. I'm in the second week of the second six weeks of school. Which means all new friends and classes. My absolute favorite class is band. Take a moment to notice the new blog title if you need any convincing. I don't really see any of my friends from DCS ( my old elementary school) anymore.
I play alto sax still. Something that will only change if I have a horrible accident and sufer brain trauma that causes me to be suicidal and kill myself. I still have strnge obcessions with stupid stuff ( so says some of my friends * Cassie*) I'm sure someone out there thinks Phantom of the Opera and Alan Rickman are the best ever. Right? That's what I thought. So, I just thoughht I'd invite you to share in my soon to be improved blog.
Farewell!!

Harry Potter

Sooo........I went and got the Harry Potter book and read it. It is so totally upsetting and I can't tell you why because that would ruin the book... Here let me try without saying any names. A supposedly good guy that veryone thinks is bad kills the all time good guy and now everyone is going to thinnk the now supposedly bad guy is evil and I don't think he is... I figured it all out and my friend Casie agrees with me. Plus the Bad guy( who isn't really bad) is my favorite character... Anyhow only 3 days 'till ban camp starts and regular school doesn't start unil August 11th. I'll strt updating again regularly when school start up again.

Tootles!!

Summer

Well, I haven't posted forever and an age. I'll probably wait another month before I post again. :D Nothing much has changed here.
It is now several weeks into my summer vacation. Which means that I'm bored out of my mind. My average day is spent rereading fanfiction and listening to my Phantom of the Opera sound track. Over , and over, and over, and over.....over.....and over again. I went to see the movie Madagascar with my friend Cassie. It was a pretty good movie, but I really didn't see much of it because one of my other friends( brook) kept looking over at this couple that was making out and then she would go into hysterical fits of laughter. So that made Cassie tell her to shut-up. This pretty much made up the most of our visit. Anyway, Phantom of the opera is like the greatest movie ever. Although I wish that the phantom had gotten the girl. *sighs* Why can't the deprived characters ever win. So he killed a few people. It isn't like they didn't deserve it. :D
I've read mostly fanfic over th summer, but have also read the last book in Artemis Fowl series, Jerlayne, and have reread about eery book that I own. all this while avaoiding my family that thinks reading is a sign that I have nothing better to do and they should give me something to do. * scowls* Horrible unappreciative peopl. hat would we ever do without books?!
Oh Well, I have to go. I have a time limit set on my computer and have to go in about 3 min. Tootles!!!!!***

April

I haven't posted since before the D.C. trip.... been busy . Not really I have actually had absolutely nothing to write about. :D Just thought I'd update a bit. Tootles!

Spring

Yay!! Only a little while 'till the official beginning of SPRING!! I like winter alright, but It's just so deppressing. ANyhow, this time Friday I'll be all the way in Washington DC!!

Bored

What are some sure signs that you are bored? You are looking at your daily horoscope. You are counting the number of buttons on your shirt. You are trying to figure out how the crap the lighbulb was created. You are highlighting your dog's hair. You are doing homework. You are writing /reading on a blog. : D

Bored

What are some sure signs that you are bored? You are looking at your daily horoscope. You are counting the number of buttons on your shirt. You are trying to figure out how the crap the lighbulb was created. You are highlighting your dog's hair. You are doing homework. You are writing on a blog. : D

Six Days

Only six days until the Washington trip!! I'm taking a break from trying to figure out what I am going to bring with me. Mom says that she isn't going to bring me to Chatt. so I can't get a bunch of crap that I was wanting to bring. Like some Night Before Christmas PJ's. Everyone needs red and black night clothes. But no, she feels a need to deprive me of important junk. I was going to get book number three of the Noble Dead series, but since we're not going to Chatt...................... What am I going to do during the 12 hour drive up there and the twelve hour drive back? I'm going to sit there and wonder why I chose to come when I could have been at home reading a newly bought book. Anyhow, I'll figure out a way to get it before Friday. I'll break my arm or something so I can go to the Doctors. Which is right by Books-A- Million. See, I want have to sit there wondering what the crap I'm doing!! I should be doing my report which only has to be 500 words long, but can only have 1 web site in it's reference. Oh Well, Tootles!!

Blood of a Friend

http://hearttears.blogspot.com/

And On

Eight days 'till the trip!!! and I get to try out (again) tomorrow. * cries* Oh Well. Nothin' much is new besides being unexplainably bored. Life must go on!! ....and on......and on..............and on......and on......and on .....and on........and on.........and on.......and on.......and on.......and on......and on......and on......and on....and on......Anyhow, you get my point. Tootles~!!

The Trip

'Sup, to take a good introduction from Charles Dickens: " It was the best of times. It was the worst of times" Actually I've never read The Tale of Two Cities. I tried to read it last year, but was bored out of my mind and didn't understand what the heck was going on. I have since read quite a few books on the French Revolution and have also studied it in History class. So I'm thinking about trying it again. Anyhow, I got the list of people that are going to be on my bus today. Just in case someone is wondering " What bus?" I'm referring to the bus that I will be riding to Washington D.C. I get to be with my best friend Kelcie, but Holly has been put on bus 1 where as I'm on bus 3........* sobs* I have to entertain people with decent conversation for about twelve hours. If Holly was on the bus I wouldn't have to stick to decent. What about the chaperones and other adults? You say. Well, Holly and I have our own little gestures that no one understands ( except a few of them that are beyond obvious understanding) , but no I'm all alone!! Although I do have Kelcie : D She is the coolest. We were in second period today ( Algebra class) and we were talking about which bus we were going to be on. I said something about thank goodness our transport wasn't inhabited by the horrific breed of creatures also known as our teachers. ( OK, that's not exactly what I said, but it sounds better that way. Don't you think?) I whispered because we sit right in front of the teacher's desk, but she had to go and start yelling " Alright! Thank gosh Griswold, the Algebra teacher, isn't on our bus.* sighs* No wonder I got an eighty eight this six weeks. Matthew is also on our bus, but I can't sit with him it has to be two girls or boys to a seat. I'm going to go watch Resident Evil now. It is such a cool movie!! So many people to annihilate so little time to do it in. Tootles!!

http://www.nobledead.com/

Hi all, I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy doing nothing. You'd be amazed at how time consuming doing nothing is . I just finished reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte ( or is it Emily) I have also read wuthering heights this week. Jane Eyre was more......... Joyful? Both of them were very good , but I thought Wuthering Heights was a bit hard to follow. I think I'll read Jane Eyre again it was really good. I haven't made it to Chattanooga to buy the next Noble Dead book yet( argh) , but hope to soon. Just a few more days until the Eighth grade gets to go to Washington D.C. for five days. I get to spend a whole.... Freakin.... Week with all of them. * cries* Why?! Not that I dislike any of them, but there is only so much that you can stand. Plus Griswold ( A.K.A. The teacher whose class I got a B in) is going so that will make the trip ever so ... What's another word for crappy? Well, whatever the word you were thinking put it there. Now, I'm done complaining about the school people...... ( for the moment :D) I haven't seen my little Cuz's for a while so my life has been desolate and lonely. No one to bake sugar cookies for. I think I'll bake some anyway and feed them to strange children I see walking down the street. Haha, Like anyone is ever on our " Street" They'll get hit by a roaming cow or something. I wore a green sweater last week to shun the idea that I'm a Goth and decided that I'd rather be a Goth than wear green. It's really not my color. Any plans I have for world domination have been futile. Though the cafeteria workers have progressed very far in their attempts. Today they feed us green eggs and ham......... Died green eggs..... That you could use as a substitute for a rubber ball. * winces* Yum. Band is fun. Hannah challenged me last week, but has a cold this week so we're putting it off for while. II hope I win, but she is really good. She'll make a good first chair....... Next Year!!!!! Anyhow, in all of my business of doing nothing my room has become the refuge for several piles of clutter under which I think I saw something resembling a large species of dust Cows . No, I'm not mistaken. It was not your so called friendly bunnies. I must leave, but I have remembered to put up the site to the Noble Dead thingy. Tootles!! http://www.nobledead.com/

Goth

Someone asked me if I was gothic today. I answered that I wasn't exactly gothic because mom threatened to beat the crap out of me if I didn't stop with the morbid clothes. So I do occasionaly wear bright colors. THere isn't anything wrong with black and red. Oh well, Tootles!!

Books and Movies

Hi Ya'll,
I have finished reading Theif of Lives the second book in the noble dead series ( the first one was Dhampir ) and It was so totally the coolest book ever. OK, describing a book with " so totally' is a bit stupid sounding.... So, the book( Dhampir) is about Magiere a half vamp/half human who finds out what she really is and what she's made for..... Vampire Slaying!!! Along with her half Elven friend Leesil and their Maja-Hi ( Fay Hound) they ....... Not telling the rest. :D You'll just have to read it. Anyhow, I bought UnderWorld , the movie , and it was really ( What's another word for cool?) Awesome( Not much better than cool. I'll have to get back to you with some better vocabuary later.) It was another vampire/ werewolf move. Of Course. Starring Kate Beckinsale.

(On to another subject) Student Council, or is it Counsel?, decided to do a dance thingy. A late V- day WEstern themed dance thingy. Blach! I don't like western themes or dances, but was in fulll suport of exercising our right to have a corny themed dance. HOlly and I wanted the theme to be pirates or a sock hop, but the cheerleaders let us know that skirts weren't allowed at the party. THere's a reason. THink about it, but if anybody was going to do something what would a skirt matter? Anyhow, we said no sixth graders or boyfriend/girlfriends , which I thought depleted the whole reason for having a dance, and we brought the idea to the principal who immediately said no..... Hoow dare he !!! Oh Wll, It isn't if it's some great loss. I'll pos ta link to the Noble Dead web site later. Tootles!!

Driving On His Own

Me and my Bro just got back from the Movies Rent place thingy. "So what" Says you . Well, this is the first time it has only been me and Kalen going somewhere. Avoiding th fact that we only were gone about 20 minutes. We rented the moveies SkyCaptain and the World of Tomorrow and I Robot. Not that is important. Just thought I'd mention it. I was covered in mud and stuff (because I'd been riding my horrse and playing at the barn) so I just ran in there with him, grabbed two movies and left. :D Well, my first chair victory was sorta short lived. Hannah , the second chair, has infromed me that she plans to challengs me and take my chair. * screams* I don't know if I can take all this practicing. Get home practice, get up practice. DoI eat ? No!! Too busy practicing. Anyhow, I have aquired a few new /old books. The Cantebury Tales, Paradise Lost, The Pellop.. wait a second. gtg check the spelling on that. The Peloponnesian War by. Thucydides. No last name just Thucydides. Apparently people used very strange names in order to keep from having to have last ones at the time that this book was written. Wuthering Heights by, Emily Bronte and... a book about Martin Luther( the saint dude, not the King Jr. one) . I haven't done anything interesting of late. SO I guess I'll post later. Tootles!!

The Highwayman by. Alfred Noyes

The Highwayman By. Alfred Noyes

Part One
I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding- Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
II
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
III
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
IV
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked,
Where Tim the hostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-
V
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
VI
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.

Part Two
I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
II
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.
III
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
IV
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness,
and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.
VI T
lot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it?
The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance?
Were they deaf that they didnot hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!
VII
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence!
Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.
VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. IX
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat ,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
* * * * * *
X
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
XI
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters,but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Richard Roxburgh

Hi ya'll, Haven't posted in a while. Haven't actually done anything though. Just thought I'd take a moment to say...... Richard Roxburgh Rules !! If you haven't seen the movie Van Helsing you should. ( he's Dracula in it.) Tootles!!

First Chair !!!

Yep, I got first chair!! ( ALthough Matthew has already told you. : P ) I'm so happy. I was really worried that a seventh grader was going to take my chair, but I'm still in my spot and the world is a better place. Tootles.

Avoiding the inevitable

I'm sure that anyone reading this is tired of my constant complaining about the upcoming try outs. a.k.a. the end of my life, but I must say that I'm mortified of the outcome. I'm sure I couldn't get last chair. * blinks* What if I suck so bad that I get last chair!!! I had never actually thought about that possibility. It's not like the last chair is any better than the first chair. All the positions are important in some way.......... That's the kind of thing Mr. C , my band director, would say to the losers. * cries* I could be practicing ,but if I practice then I realize tht I suck at playing and that there is a chance that the seventh graders might end up with my chair. ( dun dun da) * sighs* Ah well, I need to stop wallowing in self pity and get a better self esteem blah blah . blah blah blah.
Anyways, I'm just sitting here with my hair in curlers doing my nails. ( yes, I'm really that bored. Although I hate saying that I'm bored. A bored person is a boring person.) Looking up cheats for my Van Helsing game. Sorta sad that I have to look up cheats for it. It's quite direct when it comes to what you have to do. I'm just lacking any kind of skills it takes to conquer a simple video game. In the game Van Helsing ( the character. I'm not just repeating the name of the game) can lose his hat and you have to pick it up before you leave. Well, he lost his hat and I didn't realize it so now it's no telling where. I really liked the hat. I'm close to the part where you have to battle Dracula ( according to cheat page ) and I don't think I would be able to kill him. How can anyone not side with Dracula? He's doing the world a favor. Yep, keeping us from over populating. *looks innocent * WHat?! O K , maybe it's not alright, but I still side with him. So ha!!
Well, I gtg take out the curlers. So many people to terrorize, So little time to do it in. : D Tootles!

Eight days 'Till I Die

O K So we had to draw a number in band to day to see what order we would try out in and I got number four. There is only five of us so I have to go close to last. This will give me just enough time to have a breakdown and try to drown myself in the water fountain. * nods* Yep, there is a 80 % chance I'm going to lose my chair and........ Why I'm I posting?!! I should be practicing. No wonder I suck. : D Hehe Anyhow, I haven't watched VAn Helsing in a whole week. * tear * I've been busy doing nothing. Is it not amazing how time consuming doing nothing can be? Did I mention that I got a bunch of black shirts for Christmas. * dances around * So now I can wear all the black and red and chain jewelry I want. * coughs* Not that I'm obsessed with the colors black and red or anything. I love other colors too. Plus I have been wearing my new pants.... NO holes!! You just can't appreciate new pants until you've wore out all of the others. Well, I must be off. Things to do. Places to vandalize.

Band

It's finally that special time of year when I realize tht I need to practice my Sax. Well, I sorta put it off a little too long and now I'm starting to fear that the seventh graders are better than me. * eerie background music* So now I'm practicing constantly trying to improve before tryouts. Anyhow, I've watched Van Helsing a couple dozen times now, and it's still the best movie ever. Tootles!!

Back to School :(

Yes, I actually made it through the first day of school after Christmas vacation. Not without Algebra homework though. I finally bought the movie Van Helsing with my Christmas money and Mom got me Van Helsing the game for ps2. Yay!!! (Of Course It's the best movie ever. ) ( Don't question it.) I must go do my math. Farewell!

Tea leaves

O.K. SO me and my friend Cassie are big HP fans right? Well we decided to do the tea leaf thing......The tea tast unusualy Nasty... * gags* I just finished mine. It has a spotty cloud, a heart , and a dagger. So one of my trusted friends , who I love, is going to cause a threat to my life and have problems doing so.....Lol!!! This is quite funny to try. Here's the site.http://www.mojomoon.net/tleaves.html Tootles!!!!

Tales From the Dark Tower

Hi! Yesterday I had to spend all day going to different peoples houses to see people( that I'm not sure how I'm related to.) Anyway, While I was at my Pappow's I was talkin' to my step cuz Nicole and she says that Tales from the DArk Tower is a really good book except it's a Manga. ( She's into all that Anime junk) Well, the book had really cool vampire pics and junk so I thought I'd share the site. http://www.monolithgraphics.com/pages/excerpt.html. She also said Helsing was a good Manga ( Also has cool pics.) But I don't have the site yet. Tootles

Christmas Eve

Yay! Christmas Eve! Can't wait till mornin'. Of course I get up at about 12 or 1 to open my presents. My trick: Drink lots of water so you need to pee in the middle f the night. :D Sounds strange, but it works. Anyhow, Merry Christmas and all that junk!!!

Harry Potter

Guess What!! I'm sure most of you ( that read Harry Potter) already know this, but for those of you that don't ..... Harry Potter and the halfblood Prince comes out July 16!! Yay! I am so totaly tired of waiting. I read the first one when I was in third grade. So the books are sorta getting slowly under my grade level. I was at books-a-million at 12 A.M. when the last book came out. I reall didn't think The Order of the Phoenix was very good compared with the other HP books . Oh well, I must be off. Things to do chores to avoid.

Crosswords

I was .....not cheating... on some X-tra credit Mrs.Tilley gave us one day. She always gives us a crossword and sh gave my period do it a day earlier and gave us the next day because we got half our notes down and the projector broke down and there was the sight with the answers down at the bottom. Jsut thaought I'd share. http://www.nytimes.com/learning/teachers/xwords/java/20000101.html Tootles!!!

Monday and No School!

Yep that's right. I actually wasn't up at 4:45 this morning trying to get my algebra done at the last minute. : D Though all I did was clean today. Which I only did when supervised. I had a book hidden under the sink. The only activity I have to keep me busy is the barn. I would play in my tree house, but It's still at my old house and Daddy refuses to help Mom and me move it.WE would move it ourselves but it's too big. I haven't the least clue what the square footage is. I guess it's probably 11 x 8. All four sides are connected to a tree and we have plastic windows and a door ( my last tree house was just a wooden platform.). THe coolest thing is that the roof is fiberglass tin stuff so that light can get through. You really can't see anything out of it 'cause it's blurry, but you can prety much see stuff. You can see colors and stars and stuff you just can't make out the definite edges. Anyhow, since I don't have my Treehouse I decided to make my own little place in the barn loft. Hehehe. Dad is gonna have a cow when he sees it. I've got a chair , a love seat and a bean bag up there . The reason he hasn't seen it yet is becaus eI piled all the hay around it to keep off the wind. My wind barrier also doubles as a way to keep my loft room secret. Tootles!

Christmas Break!!!

Yay!!!! Finally time for two weeks off. Just one more day of school and it's not even a full day.I haven't posted since Monday when I forgot to mention that I had to do a concert the next day. Well, I love concerts in band. Yet I really despise chorus. Why did I join? Because Holly did and that way I'd have someone to talk to doings lunch period. ( chorus joins together in our o' so fun meetings during our lunch. So we have about ten minutes to eat.) Anyhow, not for sure what I'll do without seeing my friends for a whole week.... Yes I do. Reminisce I don't have to do Algebra for two whole weeks. Hehe gtg. Stil go tSChool in the mornin'. Tootles!!!!

Computer Class

I'm sittong here in after school computer class waiting on Matt and Thomas to get here. I don't think they're coming. I just can't turn my back on them for two seconds to talk to anna and now they're gon. * scowls* If they don't come back I'm going to be mad forever. Why? Because the only other person in here is a seventh grader.Oh Well, Tat Math test I as talking about. The one I didn't have a clue how to do. WEll, I don't think I did so swell on it. Althouh I'm bound to get at least 1 out of 5 right. gtg they're here

Caomputer Class 3

It wouldn't be so bad sitting in here, but Matthew is a Physco Path. Hi Matthew!!1 F.Y.I. your mental condition has been noted.

Hi

* Blinks* Still here.

Computer Class 2

Still here. Don't get to leave for another 13 minutes or so. Not that i don't like computer class. I just have better things to do. Like Homework. * sighs* I'm lying. i nevr do my homework. : D Anyhow, I was going to post on my Xanga, but the schol parental controls won't let me. 8 scowls8 I hate the school computer systems!!!! Oh Well. only 12 minutes left.

Xanga

'Sup?
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

So, It's Friday. Sometimes I just despise Fridays. Why? You ask. Well, you see Fridays is when my , ever so favorite, teacher Mr. Griswold chooses to give us tests on stuff we don't know how to do. We're actually supposed to know how to do it, but I'm am totally and completely clueless as how to find the perpendicular equation for the coordinate of the mid point (1,2). It's quite sad really. * sighs* I'm eventually going to have to learn it because I refuse to have to retake Algebra one when I get to highschool.That would mean that my whole eighth grade year of Math was absolutely pointless. Today Holly and me convinced a seventh grader that we were sisters!!! I know. We have nothing better to do besides confuse lesser beings than ourselves.( Is what we have always referred the grade below us as. Not that I'm looking down at seventh graders. Just the current seventh graders of my school.) It would not of worked , but we Got Mr. C , the band director, to say that we were. He's the coolest. I sent Holly the Library of Classic Vampire Literature and she is reading The Feast of Blood ( Also known as Varney the Vampire) and she says that it is really good. I guess I'll have to read it. It is at the moment 11: 58 P.M. just thought I would let you know since my blog is set up where it doesn't show the time. I'm waiting for my little cousins to fall asleep so I can turn off the movie that they are watching. They look ridiculous. I , being the best cousin ever, Pulled out all of my makeup( plus a little of my mom's) and had them dressed up as gypsies. I got eyeliner and gave them mustaches and a goatee thing . Yay!!! Movie is finally over and the little hooligans are asleep. SO I guessI better go to bed. * waves* .................Tootles.

Day Off

Sorry that I haven't wrote in a while. I've been grounded from the computer for about two weeks. Anyway, got out of school today at 12:30. Usually doesn't happen. My theorie is that our superintendent used to be a mail man. Come rain, shine, sleet or snow we'll be there. Anyway my current reading has diminished down to the findings of the school library. Which isn't bad or anything, but Ms. Lacey likes historical factual books. Ms. Lacey is our librarian. So that means we have a lot of books full of facts. Though there is quite a quantity of my more favorites: Historical fiction, and Fantasy. Been sort of bored lately. I hate being bored. A bored person is a boing person. So I made my cuz Kelly help me build a fort out of the hay in the barn loft. I'l have to go move it in a minute. I moved it to close to the edge so when it rains again it will probably get wet. If I didn't mention it in my previous post( I don't feel like checking) Sunshine by. Robin McKinley was pretty good. http://www.dagonbytes.com/thelibrary/vampire/index.html Here is a cool site with some vampire stories on it. Thoug h I haven't looked at the whole sit and don't know if the rest of it is rated G. Just thought I'd give you a fair warning. Tootles!!!

Rani Trader has been through a lot. After being implicated in the murder of the beloved Prince Tuvashanoran, her guild was destroyed and she was forced to run, traveling through the castes, changing name, until she was finally found innocent by the boy prince: Halaravilli. The Society of the Serpent was destroyed, but Rani was left with nothing. Her family was dead her guildsmen were scattered. Two years passed, and King Halaravilli promised her that he would help her reform her beloved guild. But then she and her king fall victim to a ruthless betrayal, and Rani is spirited off to a foreign land. There she is faced with the horror of a kingdom destroyed by civil war. A kingdom reduced to employing armies of children...
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

Just got back from Kelcie's house. Kelcie (if I haven't mentioned her) is one of my friends.So she had her B-day party and we all like walked around to different people's houses. Was quite fun. Anyhow, Christmas parade tomorrow. Yay!!! I love parades. I get to march in really cold weather and wear an outfit that makes me look like some kind of color blind pirate, but I like it anyway.Maching that is, not the outfit. : D I finished all the books I bought. All of them are really good I might mention. Can't wait to get the third book for the Glasswright's series. Tootles

Books

Yay!!! Just got three new books. I hardly ever get new books since Books-a-Million is in Chattanooga.( An hour and a half or so away) As I wrote earlier I usually get to go on the occasion someone is sick. So I broke my toe. :D aren't I smart?! OK I didn't mean to, but it worked out just as well. Anyway, I bought Sunshine by. Robin McKinley( The book I've been wanting forever and an age), Dracula By. Bram Stocker, and The Glasswright's Progress By. Mindy L. Klasky. The picture on the cover of Dracula is a bit morbid and useless though. It shows Castle Dracula on a hill and below it are pikes with silhouettes of a bunch of people that have been impaled. I've almost finished reading it and I can't ,for the life of me, figure out why they would put a picture of Impaled people on there.
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

Chapter Seven

LOG OF THE "DEMETER" Varna to Whitby
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

Dracula

I was looking up stuff on Dracula, the book, by Bram Stoker and found a site whre you can read it. Which is so totally cool because the only way I get new books is if I'm sick and have to go to Chattanooga. Plus I have about six books I'm wanting to buy. Anway I'm puting the link to the dracula book on here. Tootles http://www.literature.org/authors/stoker-bram/dracula/chapter-01.html

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

Cousins

Hi yall, I'm just sittin' here drinking hot choclate with my little cousin, Colton. Been keeping busy doing nothing. Just got finished waching Around the World in 80 Days. Almost ready to set up my bow for it to dry. Now I just have to find an elevated narrow surface in my house that is at least 5ft. 1in. long. Oh well, I have to go. He, my cuz, is playing with an ornamental dagger and will likely impale himself if I don't stop him. * rolls eyes* My family is so clumsy.
So I'm off to play the playstation. Yay!!! Tootles

Hi

Soooooo. Today has been fun. got singled out during band to play something, and totally bombed it. : ( Oh Well, I 've been working on my dramatic departures. Don't work to well though. Tried today after school. I left. They were still laughing. Hope they don't think I'm mad at them. Anyway , found out that Bush won during fourth period. Coolio.

Early

* yawns* I got up at five this morning to check out who was winning the election, and..... Wait! that's what I'm doing right now. O.K. so at the moment Bush has 269 electorial votes so all he needs is one more state to win. I don't remember how many Kerry had ( not as many as Bush) , but maybe we'll have the answer to whose going to be the pres. of 2005 when I get home. Right now I got to go take a shower before school. Tootles

http://www.primitiveways.com/fletching_by_hand.html Here's the site that I meant to put on my last post. I could just edit the other posts, but I don't feel like it. * shrugs*

November

I found this really cool site on how to make a bunch of completely useless stuff. Seeing how interested I am in useless stuff though this was quite fortunate. I've been working on a bow for about a week now. ( one you shoot. Not tie) The progress of it is about to kill me. I had to cut down a sapling first and then split it so it could be pulled back, but I kept cutting down trees with big hollow spots in them and you don't find out that the spots are there until you've started splitting them. Which is harder than you think. So I'm on my fourth piece of wood.After I'm done with the tillering , splitting and junk, I have to let it sit out for about a month to dry, While I'm waiting for it to dry I'm going to make arrows for it out of wooden dowels. All this is isn't necessary because I already have a bow and about 10 or so arrows. I'm sure I could do something more useful with my time. Like study algebra or practice my saxophone........Like I'd really do something like that:D
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 .

Hey

Hi Ya'll, I've done absolutely nothing since thge last time I wrote. So I have nothing to write about. :D Tootles

Gorgon

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Medevil Name

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innocent, quiet, beautiful and angelic. You
harbor an inner beauty and you usually keep to
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Pirates

Well, I didn't get to play pirates. : ( One of my cousins had crutches 'cause he wrecked his four wheeler. Plus it's been about 52 degrees today .So we stayed in and played the ps2 .Later on we went outside, but didn't play pirates. Still too cold to wear our Pirate outfits. I'm teaching Fritz to stay still while I stand up on him. He's getting really good. Well got to go. Tootles. ( here's the site to Sunshine book) http://www.robinmckinley.com/

Pants

My Mudd pants are gone. Gone!I was riding my horse bareback with my Mudd pants on ( bad idea). My beloved horse Fritz( whom I love dearly) dragged me against the fence post. It was an electric fence post so it had little spikes on it to hold the fence up and now my pants are in need of repair. I would buy new ones, but I don't really care much what I look like( too much). I really want some more books to read so I'll just go to school in tattery pants. I'll start a trend. Patches are in. :) I have to watch my little cuz's tomorrow. Yah! I love having people to play with. I'll make them dress up and we can be pirates. I just can't pass the opportunity to wear an eye patch and bandana. I also get to go to the mall tomorrow. Time for some books! I want the newer book by Robin McKinley called Sunshine. It seems like it will be interesting . I've read a little of it online. The beginning is very intriguing. I gotta go. My Mother beckons. Tootles

Trick 'r Treat

I can't wait for Halloween! I have to decide between what I'll do. Roll houses or stay at my house and shoot( with paintball guns)people who try to roll us or give out candy....Definitely one of the first two.I want to take my friends rolling houses, but most parents don't think vandalism is an acceptable recreational activity. I also want to go to a haunted house that's going on at the park a few days before Halloween. What should I dress up as? Axe Murderer? Elf? Lady Knight? Junior High Teacher ( would scare any decent kid)?Such a dilema.* looks perplexed* Well I must go decide. Tootles

Women Warriors

* In the late 1300’s, 30 women defended the town of Mugello until reinforcements arrived.
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.

Try outs

Ugh! I tried out for basketball today. Bad idea since I hadn't touched a basketball in years. I thought there would be some on e there who was really bad and I could say" Hey at least I'm not that bad". Unfortunately I was that person. * cries* Oh well, I still have band.........I have no life. I'm really having fun in all my other classes though. The newspaper is getting along well. We are going to try to print out the first one soon and It'll get easier once we get it done once.I'm doing a pathetic book review. Why is it so pathetic you ask. It's for 1st through 3rd grade. *sighs* Plus the book has to be in the school library. I'm not grounded this week so I maybe can go to the movies. I've been grounded for the last past three or four weeks... It seems I talk in the wrong tone of voice. What is uup with that? I talked less to them, my parents, and they got suspicious that I'm up to something. So they ask. I reply in the wong tone of voice. I get grounded. It's just a giant repeating circle. That means it would be a good idea to go to the movies before the cirlce makes it's next go around. I think I'll go see the Shark Tale movie. That's al that's on right now. Talk to you later. Tootles