Okay, I really need to rant about some of the nincompoops on Goodreads that I'm roleplaying with and ready to strangle. So many stupid flutterbudgets! It's so irritating! And they all have fluff for brains! It's driving me crazy! Anyways, they're making me want to shoot myself, them, then me again repeatedly. It's... *growls* Meh, I need a bigger vocabulary to rant on and on like this, if I'm making up words. There's just not enough words to describe people a-buggin' you, ya know? Anyways, I'm going to go watch tv, write, then go to bed because I don't want to have to deal with them anymore.
~Ciao!
July 2, 2009
June 30, 2009
Early Morning When I Shouldn't Be Up Again!
Hi everyone, it's currently 5:15 and I've gotten maybe a total of 30 minutes of sleep so far this night. I've noticed I hardly ever use my blog, or (sorry peeps) look at anyone else's unless I'm really bored and really tired. lol. Anyways, I think I'm gonna go to bed soon for a couple hours 'cause I'm really really really tired and can't even type or thing whole thoughts. I might stay up for a while and just nap later, though. I dunno. Well, I'm running out of things to ramble about (Oh! The horror! The shame! We shall never live this up! We? What we? The us we! Oh... that we...)... Yeah, you know it's bad when my other personalities start popping up.
...anyways...
...anyways...
June 17, 2009
Hola!
Sorry, I haven't put anything new on here for a while... A long while... Anyways, I really don't have much to say other than that I am very bored, and very sick of summer p.e. Yep, so adios!
April 30, 2009
April 27, 2009
I'm bored. Again.
I'm bored again. Bleh, I keep sneezing today. My nose itches and is all stuffy. Anyways... I will now ramble mindlessly. *ramble* *ramble* *ramble* Okay, I'm done.
So Emily, Nika, and I have been waiting for forever to see if we've made Madrigals and/or Muses. Hopefully we'll find out today, but some small little voice in my head is telling me it's highly unlikely. Mrs. Wilcox was supposed to tell us by Tuesday at the latest last week, which she didn't do. Grr, but, oh well.
So Emily, Nika, and I have been waiting for forever to see if we've made Madrigals and/or Muses. Hopefully we'll find out today, but some small little voice in my head is telling me it's highly unlikely. Mrs. Wilcox was supposed to tell us by Tuesday at the latest last week, which she didn't do. Grr, but, oh well.
April 23, 2009
Hola all!
I haven't updated my blog for a bit, so here I go! In approximately seven minutes, I have to go to school, but until then...
I don't know what I'll do. Drive myself and those around me insane? Actually, I rather like that idea. Um... Um... Este...
Oh! Here's what I have so far on my script! Tell me what you (honestly) think!
INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT
A cute chunky girl squirms impatiently in a chair in front of a cake with six glowing candles. The flickering candles are the only source of light in the room and the shadows they cast on the walls are large and menacing. The little girl points at the shadows and laughs. She’s MIRI [LITTLE], a happy, sunny child.
Miri [LITTLE]
(cute)
Can I blow the candles?
A stunningly beautiful lady smiles down patronizingly at the child. The lady smoothes her pale green dress and pats her hair again, to make sure everything is just right. This perfectionist is CHALISE.
Chalise
(fond)
Just a few more minutes, Miri. Your father said he’d-
A car door slams shut. Heavy footsteps sound beyond the door, in the hall. The door swings open and a heavy-set man enters the room. He’s dressed in a light-coloured business suit and is carrying a briefcase. He drops the briefcase to hug Chalise, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. This is EDWARD, Miri’s father.
Chalise
How was work Edward?
Edward
Same as always.
Miri [little]
Daddy!
Miri [Little] jumps from her chair and runs to her father. She flings her short arms around his knees and hugs them fiercely. Edward laughs and picks her up. He holds her tightly, as if she were going to disappear.
Edward
(still holding Miri [Little])
How was our little girl today, Chalise?
Chalise
An angel.
Miri [Little] beams happily.
Miri [Little]
Now cake?
Edward sets Miri [Little] down with a laugh.
Edward
Yes, we can do the cake now.
Miri [Little] settles herself in the chair again and notices a candle is out. She grabs the box of matches lying nearby on the table and tries to relight the candle.
Edward
(whispers to Chalise)
They found us. They’re coming.
Chalise glances at Miri [Little] worriedly.
Chalise
(quiet)
How long do we have?
Edward
I don’t know.
Candle relit, Miri [Little] turns around, eyes traversing her parents’ troubled faces.
Miri [little]
Mommy, daddy. Is something wrong?
Chalise
(quick, changing subject)
Be careful with the matches don’t burn yourself.
Edward
How old’s my little lady turning?
Miri [little]
(proud)
Six!
Edward smiles at his little girl.
Chalise
Ready?
Miri [Little] nods enthusiastically, bouncing in her seat.
Chalise & Edward
(harmonizing)
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Mirali...
Happy bir-!
Candlelight glints off the barrel of a gun. A gunshot interrupts the festivities. Edward falls to the floor, a dark patch quickly spreading across his chest. Miri [Little] spots the murderer, with his cruel grin, and shrieks. The killer is KIRIL, a young man of about twenty-eight or so. He lowers the gun, aiming at Miri [Little]. Chalise, in tears, hair a mess, yanks her away right before the bullet hits her chair, exploding it into a billion tiny pieces. Vines sprout from the wall behind Kiril and wrap around his arms and legs, making it impossible for him to move. Chalise kneels next to Edward, choking back sobs, holding Miri [Little] in her arms. Miri [Little] is sobbing into Chalise’s shoulder.
Edward
(faint whisper)
The matches... I can give you five minutes... Keep our girl safe.
Chalise nods and grabs the box of matches from the table, reverently handing them to Edward. They smile at each other sadly, tears in their eyes. Kiril slowly melts into the shadows and vanishes, unnoticed. Carrying Miri [Little] awkwardly, Chalise walks out the door.
EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS
Chalise runs down the dark street, holding Miri [Little] close. Behind them, their home explodes and burning debris showers down upon them. Chalise continues to run, and despite the tears rolling down her cheeks, never once looks back.
INT. MOVING CAR - DAY
Chalise drives slowly, occasionally glancing at the girl in the passenger seat. The girl stares at nothing, quiet and closed. She is MIRI, the sixteen-year-old version of Miri [Little]. It’s her birthday. Chalise pulls into the high school parking lot and stops. They sit in silence for a few moments before Miri opens the door.
Chalise
Miri?
Miri pauses, and looks back.
Miri
Yeah, Mom?
Wordlessly, Chalise hands Miri a cream envelope/letter. Miri gives her a funny look and makes as if to open it.
Chalise
Don’t open it yet.
Miri
Why not?
Chalise
It’s... Wait until after school.
I don't know what I'll do. Drive myself and those around me insane? Actually, I rather like that idea. Um... Um... Este...
Oh! Here's what I have so far on my script! Tell me what you (honestly) think!
INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT
A cute chunky girl squirms impatiently in a chair in front of a cake with six glowing candles. The flickering candles are the only source of light in the room and the shadows they cast on the walls are large and menacing. The little girl points at the shadows and laughs. She’s MIRI [LITTLE], a happy, sunny child.
Miri [LITTLE]
(cute)
Can I blow the candles?
A stunningly beautiful lady smiles down patronizingly at the child. The lady smoothes her pale green dress and pats her hair again, to make sure everything is just right. This perfectionist is CHALISE.
Chalise
(fond)
Just a few more minutes, Miri. Your father said he’d-
A car door slams shut. Heavy footsteps sound beyond the door, in the hall. The door swings open and a heavy-set man enters the room. He’s dressed in a light-coloured business suit and is carrying a briefcase. He drops the briefcase to hug Chalise, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. This is EDWARD, Miri’s father.
Chalise
How was work Edward?
Edward
Same as always.
Miri [little]
Daddy!
Miri [Little] jumps from her chair and runs to her father. She flings her short arms around his knees and hugs them fiercely. Edward laughs and picks her up. He holds her tightly, as if she were going to disappear.
Edward
(still holding Miri [Little])
How was our little girl today, Chalise?
Chalise
An angel.
Miri [Little] beams happily.
Miri [Little]
Now cake?
Edward sets Miri [Little] down with a laugh.
Edward
Yes, we can do the cake now.
Miri [Little] settles herself in the chair again and notices a candle is out. She grabs the box of matches lying nearby on the table and tries to relight the candle.
Edward
(whispers to Chalise)
They found us. They’re coming.
Chalise glances at Miri [Little] worriedly.
Chalise
(quiet)
How long do we have?
Edward
I don’t know.
Candle relit, Miri [Little] turns around, eyes traversing her parents’ troubled faces.
Miri [little]
Mommy, daddy. Is something wrong?
Chalise
(quick, changing subject)
Be careful with the matches don’t burn yourself.
Edward
How old’s my little lady turning?
Miri [little]
(proud)
Six!
Edward smiles at his little girl.
Chalise
Ready?
Miri [Little] nods enthusiastically, bouncing in her seat.
Chalise & Edward
(harmonizing)
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Mirali...
Happy bir-!
Candlelight glints off the barrel of a gun. A gunshot interrupts the festivities. Edward falls to the floor, a dark patch quickly spreading across his chest. Miri [Little] spots the murderer, with his cruel grin, and shrieks. The killer is KIRIL, a young man of about twenty-eight or so. He lowers the gun, aiming at Miri [Little]. Chalise, in tears, hair a mess, yanks her away right before the bullet hits her chair, exploding it into a billion tiny pieces. Vines sprout from the wall behind Kiril and wrap around his arms and legs, making it impossible for him to move. Chalise kneels next to Edward, choking back sobs, holding Miri [Little] in her arms. Miri [Little] is sobbing into Chalise’s shoulder.
Edward
(faint whisper)
The matches... I can give you five minutes... Keep our girl safe.
Chalise nods and grabs the box of matches from the table, reverently handing them to Edward. They smile at each other sadly, tears in their eyes. Kiril slowly melts into the shadows and vanishes, unnoticed. Carrying Miri [Little] awkwardly, Chalise walks out the door.
EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS
Chalise runs down the dark street, holding Miri [Little] close. Behind them, their home explodes and burning debris showers down upon them. Chalise continues to run, and despite the tears rolling down her cheeks, never once looks back.
INT. MOVING CAR - DAY
Chalise drives slowly, occasionally glancing at the girl in the passenger seat. The girl stares at nothing, quiet and closed. She is MIRI, the sixteen-year-old version of Miri [Little]. It’s her birthday. Chalise pulls into the high school parking lot and stops. They sit in silence for a few moments before Miri opens the door.
Chalise
Miri?
Miri pauses, and looks back.
Miri
Yeah, Mom?
Wordlessly, Chalise hands Miri a cream envelope/letter. Miri gives her a funny look and makes as if to open it.
Chalise
Don’t open it yet.
Miri
Why not?
Chalise
It’s... Wait until after school.
March 29, 2009
It's a Sunday... a.k.a. Pre-Monday
Ugh, we have school tomorrow. Lucky us. We get to have our minds exploded in Science, then die of boredom in English, then of hatred in History. Fun... Anyways, are we supposed to draw the fish on the vocab thingy for English? Me and Nika have no idea. I'm bored and am supposed to be finishing that lovely assignment, vaccuuming, and doing my service project poster. Bleh. When's the service project thing even due? I have no idea. I think I'm about to fall asleep...
Did you know jab is a synonym of nudge? Now I'm on 'skulking'. I'm not feeling very... appreciative of our dear sweet English teacher right now... Are you? Honestly, are these words supposed to be challenging?
skulking - sneaky, secretive synonym: stealthy antonym: truthful
frazzled - used up synonym: washed-out antonym: stored
poach - infringe upon, trespass synonym: pilfer, "kife" antonym: keep off
squall -blast synonym: tempest antonym: ?
Ooh, lucky me, I'm on the fish part now.
I'm bored, if you can't tell. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored overboard (like the comic strip, I believe).
Did you know jab is a synonym of nudge? Now I'm on 'skulking'. I'm not feeling very... appreciative of our dear sweet English teacher right now... Are you? Honestly, are these words supposed to be challenging?
skulking - sneaky, secretive synonym: stealthy antonym: truthful
frazzled - used up synonym: washed-out antonym: stored
poach - infringe upon, trespass synonym: pilfer, "kife" antonym: keep off
squall -blast synonym: tempest antonym: ?
Ooh, lucky me, I'm on the fish part now.
I'm bored, if you can't tell. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored overboard (like the comic strip, I believe).
March 19, 2009
Hey Peeps!
Hello y'all! I can't type today! I have absolutely (did I spell that right?) no idea why I'm so excited about that, but... that's just me. Anyways, me and Chloe are just sittin' here hangin' out, so HAHA everyone! JK. I love y'all. Not like gross (Prang...) but, ya know what I mean! We are talking about random little things that are completely nonsensical. I think I'm loopy, as a result of my lack-of-sleep. I got 8 hours of sleep last night, which is better than my usual 6 hours. Chloe says I should get more sleep. She's quitely laughing at me right now. *sticks tongue out at Chloe* Meanie. Anyways... As you can tell, my blog is very appropriately titled.
March 1, 2009
Puerto Rico!
OMG! We're going Puerto Rico for Spring Break! I'm so excited! We're going to go swimming, and snorkeling, and swimming... I'M TOTALLY STOKED! =D
Here's some random info about Puerto Rico:
• 3,958,128 people
• located in the Carribean
• coordinates are 18-15 N, 66-30 W
• about three times the size of Rhode Island
• San Juan is the capital
• 1 hour ahead of Washington DC (4 hours ahead of Mountain Time)
• a territory of the US
• they use the US dollar
Jealous?
Here's some random info about Puerto Rico:
• 3,958,128 people
• located in the Carribean
• coordinates are 18-15 N, 66-30 W
• about three times the size of Rhode Island
• San Juan is the capital
• 1 hour ahead of Washington DC (4 hours ahead of Mountain Time)
• a territory of the US
• they use the US dollar
Jealous?
February 28, 2009
Insanity
Nice title eh? It pretty much sums my life up. Well, that and boredom. My life tends to vary between the two extremes. Anyways... I have a blog! From my experience thus far, which has been all of three or so minutes, it seems an awful lot like talking to yourself. Which is something I'm already fairly used to... So this shouldn't be to hard.
Oh! Em's here! Whoot! I apologize for all this randomness I am forcing upon you. Hasta luego!
Oh! Em's here! Whoot! I apologize for all this randomness I am forcing upon you. Hasta luego!
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