Mar Fact Of The Day #2

I'm allergic to tomatoes.

But I love making friends with them~

Mar Fact Of The Day #1

If you grab my foot (stroke it, grab it, squeeze it, touche it basically) my foot will shoot out. It's a reflex movement. You WILL be kicked in the face.

You have been warned.

Same goes with my other foot.

Christmas

Well, Merry Christmas Everyone! Hope everyone got TONS of presents!

Me?

Aw, y'know, the usual. Got over $30's worth in books, gum, candy, we got my dad a little cricket, shoes, a bracelet, fractured by toe, ate cinnamon rolls.

Huh? The second to last one? Well, yes, I fractured my toe. But no need to worry! I just stubbed it badly, if you look at it from a certain angle (and I mean certain angle. It's turning black and blue). Soooo, yeah.

Book List! Duh duh duuuuh!

is just picking up the first books I see, really...

Book Title
Author
Mar's Opinion

Hyperspace: A scientific Odyssey Through Parallel Universes, Time Warps, And The 10th Dimension
By Michio Kaku
(Woo! It'll hold me off until we start learning physics!!!)

Miss Peregrines Home For Peculiar Children
By Ransom Riggs
(A ghostly mystery- that comes with peculiar pictures)

Wreck This Jouranl
By Keri Smith
(YES! WRECK IIIITTT! WRECK IIITTTTT!)

The Wee Free Men
By Terry Pratchett
(FRYING PAN POWAAAAAH!)

Wintersmith
By Terry Pratchett
(The only mildly annoying this is that it was printed in tiny book fashion)

A Hat Full Of Sky
By Terry Pratchett
(Yes! Yes yes yes!)

I Shall Wear Midnight
By Terry Pratchett
(Notice that there are little blue smirfs on all the covers...)

Leviathan
By Scott Westerfield
(Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee giant whales!)

Behemoth
By Scott Westerfield
(Yes! Bovril!)

Goliath
By Scott Westerfield
(Now I can re-read the whole series!)

Now Saving the Best For Last...


Shakugan no Shana The Light Novel: Fight Day!
By Yashichiro Takahashi
illustrations by Noizi Ito
(WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's the second (or the third, not sure) but WHO CARES?! I DONT! AT LEAST I GOT ONE! YES! YES YES YES!)


Other items including Vera Bradley, A Sagittarius-Themed Bracelet, Gum, White High-Top Converse, A wall charger for my ipod, Sketchbooks, and graphic pencils!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!


And Happy Chanukah! 


And Whatever other holidays you may celebrate!

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE I'M OBSESSED!

With him-

I LOVE YOU EDWARD ELRIIIICCCC! BEANSPROUT CHILD!!!!!
*smack*
OW!

Al! I love that Panda too!

Roy is, like, my favorite character~

This Alchemy is my favorite~ GOOOO FIRE!

And this pie.

And Winry's way with fighting with a locks~

DUDE. THALIA. I WANT A POCKET WATCH TOO!!!!


I will be...the...the...COMBUSTION ALCHEMIST!

...Yes. Maybe. But I like fire. Fiiiirrrreeeeee....

Dude, I'm turning into Shana. Oh! And I want Alastor's necklace!

Now, just reminding everyone, buuut...

MY BIRTHDAY IS DECEMBER 13TH. TOMORROW. YES. I WILL BE ONE YEAR OLDER around like...5:24 in the afternoon. 


And no one forget JimmyBelle's birthday too! She was born the same day at 7-ish! 


Everyone, get Mar these!

Y'know. Just as a hint....

I've wanted this necklace for two years. It'll be two years now. (Or, ah, maybe just one...I'M NOT GOOD WITH NUMBERS! DON'T JUDGE ME!)

End Weird Rant-Thing.

December Stuff

Is anyone else dreading orchestra up until December 15th? That's the date it ends. Until the new year, then we begin getting yelled at for not playing the Spring pieces. Then comes summer.

I wasn't in school today, coming over some weird virus cold I had all weekend. But today I had this (and still have) this horrible cough...so I stayed home and slept, read, and watched cartoons....

...friends. LOL.

(Ah, inside joke between me and Jasper)

I can't seem to come up with any progressive stories lately. Just haven't. Dunno why.

I feel that I should write a massive SP fic, with Micky, and Jasper, and a monkey, and a bunch of my other OC's, just for the heck of it. Like March, and Rex, and just for the heck of it bring back Scarlett, and Angel, and Conrad, and Rain, and have Arthur make an appearance...

....remember them? Meh, maybe not.

I'm brainstorming. This is a post where I word my thoughts. I'm talking to myself, really. That's all.

And you're reading....MY MIND! LE GASP!

My birthday's on December 13th. Just to let you know, heh...

I don't really have the energy to go on the chat lately. Flash...flash gets old. It does, really. I miss when there would be like six to ten people on the blog, then we'd go on the overflow...

...fun....fun times...

And what happened to all of you guys' fanfictions? Some of you are still writing, but not much. But I'm not writing much either. But hey- I'm brainstorming.

I think I should read the whole SP series over again, like REALLY STUDY IT, before the new year, just for the heck of it.

I can't wait for next year. It feels special to me. Just the numbers of the whole thing, with the dates and such. I'm getting exciting vibes.

Is anyone else playing Zelda Skyward Sword? We got it this saturday.

IT'S FANTASTIC!!!!!!!

Oh, dude, just the whole scenery ALONE! OH, INCREDIBLE! IT MAKES ME WANT TO JUMP IN A LIVE THERE!

PEOPLE RIDE BIRDS, FOR PETES SAKE!

GIANT BIRDS!

THEY LIVE ON FLOATING ISLANDS! THEY SKYDIVE!

OOOOOH, INCREDIBLE!

(END FAN-ISH MOMENT)

\

I'm really...really BORED.

Play with me and you can be my friend!

The room's so bright now, because I've actually turned on the lamp. I'm going to experiment now. Do...stuff.

That's Remus Crux the bear.  He just kind of popped up one day on my desk, and me and my cousin gave him facial hair, in remembrance of the Faceless Ones trailer we did.

Now, I think I'll show you a video I just shot of myself blowing bubbles for like, what, 48 seconds. It doesn't actually SHOW me, though, and I edited out the part where I started gagging when I got bubbles in my eye and looked at the bubble thing to see if the bubbles were toxic or not ( they weren't, don't worry). But it's taking the weird little video FIFTEEN minutes to load, believe it or not. 

So. What to do in the meantime...

...Oh hey, look! It's done!

...now WHAT?

Hmm.

I feel the need to blog. But...I'm just kind of lazy today.

This day will not exist in my internal calendar, because...well, I woke up at twelve and refuse to believe that I missed half the day.

So there.

(I've just seen the trailer for that new 'Snow White and the Hunsman' movie. It looks cool. And that actress who plays Bela Swan from Twilight is in it...and dies. Hope she doesn't come back, in the movie. Don't kill me fans...)

RAWR/MEH/HEH/BLAHLAHLAH

OKAY!

I have nearly no ideas for what I want for my birthday. I'm STUMPED.

Any handy neat suggestions?

(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE)

...I WANT THIS FOR MY BIRTHDAY!

PYGMY MONKEYS!!!! LETS GET A PERMIT!!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!

MOM! I WANT A MONKEY BECAUSE YOU WONT LET ME GET A FERRET!

Why is it...

...that suddenly I'm very intelligent in the area of ferret or squirrel facts?

I think I'm just happy to learn, I guess...

(Mon) Day of the Dead

Ugh. I don't like Mondays. They pile the most homework on us, during Mondays. So rather, I don't like Monday afternoons. But the fact that it's basically a month away from December has my spirits up. Love December. Only school half the month, my birthday's on the 13th, (and my dad's is the 14th, and my mom's is on the 15th. Yes, I'm starting to call it Birthday week, in a relative term)

Ooh, December. That's what I'll call her. I Like month names.

Now, this post is here for me to address a question.


http://mar-chuinwonderland.blogspot.com/2011/11/march-and-doctor.html


That is a link to my newest post on my writing blog. (I have a new blog for my writing. Get used to it, because I'm fed up with the formatting on this blog too much to post my precious stories here no longer. ...Micky did it. *smack* OW! SHE THREW SOAP AT ME!)

It is a post about a few dreams and ideas I had, about moi being the companion to the Doctor, between Rose and Martha (Because it isn't a direct transition, and he seemed a bit too sad, thus leading me to find that the events of Doomsday recently happened.

But then he cheered up and we stopped evil aliens.

SO! What I want to know, is if you think It's a good idea if I actually write a consecutive story with that.

It'd be a Doctor Who fanfiction, sometimes, with the help of a possible vortex manipulator and idiotic reasoning, a bit of a Torchwood one (But not that much, because I don't really have any dream to work off of). The characters name would be changed to December (Because in my mind she's so OBVIOUSLY NOT March,), and yes, Jasper the ferret would join at one point (Oh, and you'd actually find out who Harland is).

(And...well, because I find him more terrifying then the Daleks [Well, the Daleks aren't really terrifying to me. Kinda...well, funny actually. Don't hurt me], I'd fine a way [again, vortex manipulator and idiotic reasoning] for December to be in the episodes with the Master. And maybe a few others, if you people so do request)

Why am I asking this here?

Because only like, what, five people are following the reading blog.

WHICH YOU SHOULD, EHEM.


That is all. Well, actually...

BLINK TOO MANY TIMES BEFORE YOU COMMENT, AND THE KITTENS GET YOU.

COMMENT QUICKLY, BLOGGERS.

(I forgot to put a title...oops...)

I just took like five tests and they all said I'm not even REMOTELY random or INSANE!!!!

SCREW THEM!!!!! LIES!!!!! ALL LIES!!!!

(I'm bored out of my mind here OKAY!?!?!)

TOMORROW! I SHALL RETURN TO SCHOOL TOMORROW!!!

First I need to hunt down whoever made those tests.

MIR! WE'RE GOING HUNTING!

*takes another test*

*implodes*

THOU SHAL FACE THE RATH OF MAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DX

...What? I'm BORED. I take mindless quizzes when I'm BORED.

Now I'm hungry. going to look for food. Then will continue being annoyed with science.

Fez

I might get a fez for Christmas.

(But first my Aunt has to figure out my head diameter.

*thrashes and runs away screaming wildly when Mir runs over trying to thrust a ruler through her head*

BAD MIR!)

FEZ DESU~!~!~!

Inspiration...

This Picture Inspires me.

Friend Get Friend (NOW.)

http://www.skulduggerypleasant.com/promo/index.html

Spread The Word of Skulduggery Pleasant and Derek Landy! 

Embrace Your Inner Lunatic. Fun Times Guaranteed...

...In The Penguin-Mobile!

Constantine

Our teacher showed us this video to teach us about Constantine, that guy from Rome and Byzantium.

Listen to it, but don't watch the video because the videos weird, it has lyrics but its weird, and I like the beat and how the violin comes together with the drums.

Its a great song. Weird video, like I said. You can SO tell they used a green screen. 

Now if you excuse me, I need to work on my...bow bending wrist? I dunno. Orchestra teacher's weird. Possibly insane. 

MIIIIIIR! THANK YOOOOOUUUUUUUU!

Drawn By Mir!

BEHOLD! 

THE GLORY OF ALL THINGS MAR, THANKS TO MIR!

Glasses,

Ponytails,

Wings,

Epica,

Red Converse (RED SHOES DESU!!!),

Jeans,

Melon Bread,

A Pikachu (Not to mention in a basket),

Pokemon,

Epic Smileys,

Mar buttons,

Fryingpans,

being on top of the world (it's fun up there~!),

notebooks and pencils.

THANK YOU MIIIIIIIIR!!!

This...is now my new favorite picture.

EVER.

Red Shoes Blog (kinda)

Red Shoes History

'ello again!

Remember the Red Shoes Magic fic I had? Yes, well, I'm re-writing it! Woo hoo!

So, there was a poor girl named Kasch, who was cursed with the Red Shoes, items that had insanely magical power that everyone wanted. She had a friend, Bela, a magical talking cat that kept her safe. But in Ireland, still looking for a doctor in the magical...arts?, they had a run in with vampires at a old wearhouse. Some sanctuary agents just happened to be in the area, but while fighting, I got to kill Thalia Jane Cir- ah, I mean, a vampire killed her. ...Yes.

NOW, I will be re-writing it, with a different plot line.

There will still be a Kasch with the cursed red ballet shoes, with her magical talking cat friend Bela, and yes, Thalia will die. For the THIRD TIME, thanks to a certain glitch.

Ah, but thanks to thinking about the certain 'immense magical energy' in the shoes, so...heh, the Red Shoes will have a whole DIFFERENT type of adept magic. Red Shoes Magic.

The only setback, as Thalia said, is that from the hours of Twelve to One in the morning, the wearer of the Red Shoes is forced to dance.

Now, with the magic type, it can be used with any red shoes, so the curse varies according to the history and type of the shoe. Like that man in the first Skulduggery Book, who was practically immune to fire, but was pulled apart when he was in the water. The red shoes grants the user with un-imaginable power, but it in-turn controls them with the power for one hour.

The power comes from the shoes (I said that, right?), like a necromancers ring, or, cane, or knife.

And...I think that just about sums it up.

Ah! No!

So, the red shoes are more of a..okay, they're a rare type of magic, and you can either do it immediately, or you can't. Never. Nope. It's like natural born magic. The red shoes choose you from the start. They wait until you're ready, then BAM, they're there.

Only old, extremely experienced mages can take them off, but then they pop back right at midnight.

Poof.

Ah, and the fic will be on a new blog. BECAUSE...Well, with this blog, the lettering...and the...lettering...its all screwed up. This Blog'll be for my nut-job rants and other notable things, but, right here is the writing one- http://journalsofmarchandjoan.blogspot.com/

Yep. Well, that's about it. Now, I guess I need to press that button. Y'know, the one that says Publish Post.

*Publishes Post*

(It's really a Sci Fi rant!)

I think one of the reasons I watch Doctor Who is for the theme songs.

They alone, are BRILLIANT! But with the Doctor, they are even MORE BRILLIANT!

I mean, seriously. Fantastic...all shows need themes like that...

This brings me to another point. Torchwood. How theme songs and Torchwood are connected, I have no clue.

From watching the fourth episode (which may I note has seemed to emotionally scar me, however not as much as the Nightmare Before Christmas may scar a three year old [NOT ONE WORD THALIA!]), Torchwood is a bit more...out-right darker then Doctor Who, including one large pterodactyl that quite frankly creeps me out (But that's not really DARK...its just a pre-evolved bird. I think).

BUT...I need to keep watching it. I'm just naturally attracted to Sci Fi stuff like the Doctor, Torchwood, Aliens, weird tech, traveling through space (not to mention time), polar bears in deserts (In deserts that are the dust and remains of New York), and planets where everyones a cat and there are giant t-rex-like things called Tangs, and the destruction of the universe. Again.

But I've never really gotten around to watching stuff like stargate and startrek. I have memories of my dad watching those a lot, however. Have the random memory of random episodes...

...yeah. Oh, and If anyone wants a epica book series that's Sci Fi, read the Pendragon Series. It's about Bobby Pendragon, and how he finds out that he has to save the world (not to mention seven others, and the past and future of earth as well). He travels through space using a 'Floom', this weird...crystal...um, worm hole thing?

Yeah, and he's fighting against this evil shape-shifting demon named Saint Dane, who is bend on destroying everything, because quite frankly, he's not a nice guy.

Ah...well, I'm not sure if I ever quite got what he was aiming at. Causing Chaos? I dunno. Because, in the end he had that creepy 'perfect community', with his headquarters as the taj mahal...but then again he-

I smell pancakes?! WHAT?!

*runs away downstairs*

Oh, and did you ever realize that the magical girl color rainbow is often Pink, Blue, Green, Yellow/Orange, and Purple? It's true. And creepy, kinda.

...now that I re-read this, this is more of a rant about Sci Fi stuff...

I'm Watching Torchwood Now...

...it's freaking BRILLIANT.

Fantastic.

But I found out that my Dad watched it since when it first started. But then how come he didn't know about Doctor Who?

Weird. He usually knows that stuff... When I first asked him "What's Doctor Who?" he said he couldn't explain it...I had to ask you guys...and wikipedia, of course.

Just to repeat, Torchwood is BRILLIANT!!!

Characters Please!

Hi! 

I am in need of some characters for a story. It's not a Skulduggery story, or a fanfic at all for that matter.

The D.A.

The Dumpling Army. A army of Dumplings. Long story. Began last year, with me as the founder. The actual D in real life is nice though. He gave us pudding at the end of the year. Yep...well, no. This is called "The Digital Army". 

The Dumpling Army will still make an appearance somewhere, and it has the main villans (D and his evil elifin army,) but the army is a digital program. 

And...it takes place at school. School! High School, really. But some Middle Schools, however. Maybe. Probably. 

So! Characters! 

I already have the main character, A girl who's a freshman in high school (aka Ninth Grade. Or...whatever you call in. Ninth Years? They don't have those at hogwarts...thats...Fifth Years). 

Her name will most likely be March, with some random last name. 

There is D, aka Doctor D. Or Just Mr D.

(Mir, Thalia, what do you guys think on that?) 

The characters for the army are not your basic teachers pet, no. They're a bit of delinquents, and have a few mental problems. But, they all have like genious talents or something like that. 

And keep in mind that I may continue this idea, and take it to publishing, so if you want to keep your other characters for other things, fine by me (But I DO need some, so if you wouldn't mind...).

The places open for characters are- 

A few teachers (Maximum 3 spaces open, and I will be making two other teachers).

Students (As of current time, no limits to spaces open)


The teachers would have less exciting roles (But there may be a teacher with a major character role), and the kids would be the ones fighting D. 

Oh, and about D- he's a evil scientist who created an army of biogenetic humans who resemble elves and have strange powers to take over the world, if only one step at a time, starting with being the Headmaster of the school. However he made the wrong choice by making an enemy out of the new girl with psychological problems, and she desinged an army to fight him using a computer program. Go figure. 

gLITCH

Remember Glitch? Wait, did I tell you about Glitch? Maybe some of you. Anyway, here's a quick blurb about it.

-

Through a small vertical crack in the wall, you will find a hidden street. It was lost, when one day someone found it, and formed a small community there. A street, that goes on for 13 miles. A secret community. Well, that's welcoming. But if you do know of it, you aren't allowed to tell anyone outside. Leave them to find it on their own. But people rarely have the correct stability to do that and remain sane.

This place, is called Glitch. Why? That's all that it is. A Glitch. Something that was never supposed to have happened. People who are born there do not exist. The government doesn't know about them, and they hardly ever leave Glitch, save for a few brave souls. Anything that goes on there was never have supposed to have happen. Apparently, it's all a lie.

The people of Glitch formed their own small community, and they have a basic layout. Crumbling on the edges, apartments and small houses come next, then shops and stores, to the bigger businesses in the center, much like the way a city is built.

The one caution you must take in Glitch, however, is that there is a caution of traveling alone. People are disappearing. And what's replacing them, isn't what you see that often.

Or ever, for that matter.

 -

Yes, well, I'll probably alter the plot bit by bit if I need to, but that's the general main idea. 

Now. For the first time in Glitch history...I present to you...The prologue!

 -

Violet was running not for her life, but for her family's life. She ran as she clutched the single shopping bag to her chest, her clothes sticking to her body.

All she had were her little sister, Rain, and her little brother, Conrad. Rain was 8, and Conrad was 5. Violet topped both of them put together with her age of 15, but because of loosing their parents, the two younger kids had to grow up a bit faster. Truth be told, Violet didn't remember anything before one icy day in December when she had slipped and hit her head. Her past didn't feel real. Certain words would have a feeling, but lacked a meaning in them. Because of that, she was never able to fill out any paper for a job, and thus, she was forced to stealing for food.

“Stop! Thief!” A old store owner called from the front door, his face red. “Someone stop that girl!”

Violet hugged the shopping bag harder against her grubby tank top, her jeans getting muddier and wetter by the second from the rain puddles in the street. Her dirty, previously white sneakers were soaked, swamped with water. Violet shivered. She needed to get a coat.

As she pushed her way through the crowd, out of the corner of her eye, Violet saw a cop car pulling up to see what the commotion was. She pressed on running, looking forward.

Her feet skidded on the ground as she turned into the nearest alley, breathing heavily. She could hear the whistles and yells of the police. Her wrists twitched in fear of having cuffs around them. Violet pressed on running.

“No!” she shouted in frustration as the alley ended in a dead end, cursing. She should of stayed with the larger crowds of people. Turning around slightly, Violet saw one police officer with a billy club running down to her.

That couldn't happen. She couldn't get caught. Even if she were to go to jail for one or two days, or pay a fee (she didn't have any money to begin with), who would take care of Rain and Conrad? She had made a promise to Rain just earlier that day.

"Violet?" Rain had asked, walking into the dirty kitchen, where Violet was scraping together what food they had left. Rain had long curly blond hair, like Violet, however Violets' was a dark brown. They both had the same hazy light sea green eyes.

Violet had turned around, holding an empty soup can. "Yeah Rai?"

Rain shuffled her feet. "Are we...are we going to starve?"

The older girl had froze. "Where did you get that idea?"

"I overheard you last night. You were in here, and you were holding an apple and talking to yourself. You said it was the last."

Violet bit her lip.

Rain had continued. "That's...that's the same apple me and Conrad ate for breakfast today, wasn't it?"

Violet slowly nodded her head. "Yes Rain, yes that was."

"So...what are we going to do now...?" Rain asked.

In a flash, Violet had scooped up her younger sister, hugging her tightly. "Don't you worry about anything Rain. I'm going to take care of you and Conrad, okay?”

“Promise?” Rain asked.

Violet had nodded. “I promise.”

Now Violet was going to break her promise by being a reckless fool, soon the bank would take their house away because they couldn't pay the debts, and Violet got herself caught stealing food.

She pressed her back to the wall, staring the police in the eyes. Violet edged along the wall. Maybe if she distracted him, then she could slip by him and run away. Maybe. She slid along the wall, but suddenly...

There was no wall.

Violet's back hit the ground as she fell into the vertical crack at the corner, and she scooted farther into it. The farther away from the cop the better. The cop was looking around as if she had just disappeared. Standing up, Violet raised an eyebrow. She slowly started to back away, the turned, breaking into a full out sprint.

She wasn't sure how far or how long she traveled through the crack in the wall, but when she came out onto the other side, the sun was just breaking through the clouds, illuminating the new world she had just entered.

The first thing she saw, was a street sign with one word, the first letter lower case and the rest upper case.

“gLITCH”

 -

Yayyy! How was it? Please tell me! Comment! Right now! Pleeeeaseeee!

Alice's Adventues In Stormyland

Its raining, (with lightning and thunder), and I'm sitting in the little space under my bunk bed, where I have my bookcase, and I'm reading Alice's Adventures In Wonderland. Its a good book, so far.

But, my thoughts are now all spoken (at the moment) in a formal, british accent. Haven't that faintest clue as to why, but I have a feeling it has to do with the book.

Wouldn't it be fantastic if books could talk? The older books would have more stories then the ones printed, that's for sure.

Many story plotlines are twirling in my head, but I'm rather tired, and I don't know which story line to pick, and I'm still confused about what happened when we drove home, so I think I'll just go back to reading.

(My mom and I were driving home, and there were these two Idiots riding bikes on the wrong side of the road. Worse, it was at a intersection. My mom nearly ran one over when we turned, my mom called them Idiots, and I reconized the two as kids from our school. Lets see if Mir and Thalia can guess who, hmm? The one I reconized fully's initials are MM. Hmmm, he was in me and Mir's social studies class last year, I despise him with all my heart, he's obviously a numbskull, and he was in Ariah's pride last year as well. If you two guess it by the first day, I'll buy you guys some cookies in the lunchroom)

Can You Whistle Or Not?

How Many Of You Can Whistle?

Because I...can't.

How Many of you can't Whistle?

Just Wondering...

Hi (Kallistaaaa! I know your there! C'mere!)

Hello. How are you all doing today? Great...I'm doing fine, thanks.

I'm in the Washington DC airport right now. Reagen National Airport. Had a great view coming in. We saw a lot of monuments. I saw the Capitol building. Washington monument. Jefferson. Lincoln. Didn't see the White House however. Dunno where that is.

Our flight is delayed. Big, big storms. Two people today went to the hospital already. We flew through the same storms, however, and we're okay. Low on gummy worms, but okay.

So, this is time to reach another point.

KALLISTA! Come over here! I wanna talk! And now is the perfect time!

Pleeease?

I'm late!

We're late! The plane is late! God god, just add everything in there!

Screw this. I'm sprouting wings. We're flying alone.

Ya ta, big metal bird!

(Yeah, well, we're flying home today. Aka Akron, then we would drive home. But first we would fly to Washington DC, then to Akron. BUT, Oh, look, THE PLANE IS LATE. About getting home at ONE IN THE MORNING!!!!!!! Jeez, just give us that Hurricane to be (Emily, in case yur wondering), and we'll do just DANDY)

Columbus? We're not goin to Columbus! I don't wanna go to Columbus!

Now a word from my inner Characters.

Rex: well this sucks.
Micky: no duh, genius.
Scarlet: Yup.
Arthur: Scar, your the one with wings.
Scarlet: I'm...working on that.
Conrad: I'm hungry.
Rain: I'm hungry too.
Scarlet: I know, kids.
Micky: we just had Wendy's...
Rain: look! A racoon!
Conrad: It's a badger!

(Um, badger raccoon thing inside joke.)

Florida!

At the wedding reception in Florida! My mom gets to Facebook, I get to blog! Take that FaceBook!

Well, yes, I've been to the beach in case your wondering. Got stung by a mini baby Jellyfish. We all did.

Oh, and the movie Finding Nemo's status has now been restored to my favorite movie.

I will name him squishy and he will be mine~

...the screens all bright. My Uncle called my name about thirty times before I finally looked his way and was blinded by the flash of his camera.

Bye for now! Be back on around...Wednesday?

(MIR! Are you doing Cross Country?!?! ANSWER ME CHIBI!!!!)

Managing Stories

Hello there!

I'm sure your all wondering when I'll be posting the nest part of my various fan fictions, am I right?

Well, I am here to explain that all.

Lets see...where to begin...well, lets start from the beginning.

Ah, the SP fanfiction. The first one. Here's a picture that may re-fresh your minds.

Remember? Okay, well, don't ask why its to the side like that because I never intended for it to be.

The deal with this fan fiction is that it will probably never be continued. Never. That was merely me experimenting with fan fictions. It had no plot what so ever, so BYE BYE fan fiction.

Even if I were to continue, it would be the most messed up fanfiction ever, and it may end with us all being turned into vampires, or worse, falling into a large black pit with spikes at the bottom.

That, is one of my worst nightmares on how to die. Being sliced and chopped up...but still alive.


*shivers*

Terrifying.

Ah, yes. Cirque De Birds.

Maximum Ride fan fiction, about us, as kids with wings. Only wrote the prologue to that. May pick that up again sometime soon, may not. Or I may make another Maximum Ride fan fiction, because that serious gave me a whole new way to fly, my most wanted dream (I first flew on a airplane when I was under the age of three. I grew up going to airports. Now Its my favorite place to people watch. Of COURSE I'll want to fly!).

Aaaaaah...Red Shoes Magic...a truly morbid tale of what happens when the Red Shoes are actually real. Poor, poor Kasch. At least she has Bela.

WELL. The thing is, with Red Shoes, I may continue it, or I may not. Depends when inspiration strikes. Be patient.

The Shugo Chara fan fiction, Dream Guardians.

Well, you see...

Don't be ridiculous. Of COURSE I'm still gonna write that with Mir and Thalia!

Labyrinth. The story of March's past.

I'm deserting that. Truth it, I really don't know what happened when March was little. And the times and dates and stuff confuses me.

No picture for that.

The Hacker...that story about how Jodi Harte and my newer OC break into the sanctuary...well, I never really started that. Maybe will. Inspiration will strike....

Aaaaand...that's about it, right? 

Well. That is all.

Puking Turtle

I was searching for a random monster generator, and found one on a interesting site, Seventh Sanctum. Google it if you must. So, I was using their random monster generator, and looking at the really creepy names. I came across this batch.

Brute Returned
Dart Regulator
Howler-warrior
Killing Caster
Puking Turtle

PUKING TURTLE?! WHAT KIND OF MONSTER IS THAT?! Does he puke on anyone who defies him, or WHAT?!

That is all.

March Pathway

...Hi.

This is a bit awkward, but this thought has been thrown around in my mind too much so...I'll just come out and say it. I think. Aaah...

Well, I'm sure you are all aware of my OC, March Pathway. If your not, then...no offence, but...yeah, um, so you are all aware of March, you know, has a frying pan, is on Dusk's 'Kill' list.

I've...been considering this for awhile, and...ah, what the heck.

Should I re-write March's bio completely?

She'd still be short, be a shapeshifter, and have the same weird hair and eye color, but besides that, I'd change a bunch.

I realized...maybe I'm not satisfied with her or something? With her strange raw curiosity? Maybe I just need something (or someONE, rather) to help me with writers block? Or maybe I should just make a different version of her alltogether? Like, keep the one now andmake a copy or something?

(I apologize for any typos. Ipod is being a idiot)

Or...I honestly dont know. Help? Please?

Maybe I should just make another character alltogether...I've already made three others.

Rex: Thanks for agkowlaging us.
Arthur: Shut Up, Rex. She's talking.
Micky: what are you guys doing?
Me: WOULD YOU GO AWAY!
Micky: I think you spelled that wrong.
Arthur: me?
Micky: no, Rex.
Me: SHUSH!

...yesss...? Noooo...?

*shuffles feet*

They're...not from the Skulduggery world, if your wondering.

Arthur: But I blow stuff up.
Me: Your an assassin, you kill PEOPLE, not machines.
Arthur: was. Was an assassin.
Micky: Oooh, is this online? HELLO...O...O...!
Rex: I apologize, for them.
Me: thank you, Rex. For being serious.
Rex: but I have the cool boots.
Me: *headdesk*
Micky: no you don't! I do!
Rex: Yeah right!
Me: THATS IT! THIS POST IS FINISHED!

My Dog!

Look! It's a few pictures I managed to scrap together!

Photo Taken Outside, while playing with her on a leash.

She's Kind of up-side down, but it's still her! Her name is Twinkie (yes, after the junk food. There's a reason for that), and she is a mix between a Bichon (Bichon Frise, not sure), a Poodle, and a Shih Tzu, declared a 'Teddy Bear Dog' by the breeder.

Now let me see if I can get another...

Taken Today, In the living room.

Yaaaaay! That was the first successfull picture I took today!

More!

The last successfull picture!

Now! Persian Sheep!

This, is one of the two Persian Sheep. The other one is blue. Light blue.
There's this really long and weird inside joke about Persian Sheep (and Persian rugs) that me and my cousin have, that has to do with the Phantom of the Opera.

Try singing Persian Sheep to the tune of Masquerade. Yup. That's it.

And THAT, was Twinkie.

Oh! Should I make a SP character based off of Twinkie?

Gone

From the dates July 12th, to around July 26th, I will not be on the blog due to a trip.

Can you eat moose?

Hola!

Okay, I am here to tell you that I will be leaving for a fifteen day trip on tuesday, out west!

I'll be going with my mom, and we'll take a plane to Colorado, by some other means get to Wyoming, meet up with my grandma, cousin, and aunt, stay at some hotels with really, REALLY cool pools (It's a freaking waterfall!!! A HOTEL POOL HAS A FREAKIN WATERFALL!), and then somehow thorough the trip make it to Montana.

BUT.

I'll be writing on my handy dady ipod a STORY. A epic STORY, that includes March, a ship across the sea, annoying men from the New York sanctuary, another Sanctuary on the border of Wyoming and Montana, really wacky characters, diabolical villains, and A GIANT KILLER TEDDY BEAR (maybe). A STORY, that I have already written a prologue to, and that is RIGHT HERE!

___

Kallista Pendragon looked outside a window in Elysium Asylum, her face dark with worry. Inside, it was warm, a fire burning just feet away in a hearth where Kallista was standing, but if you left the mansion, you would be soaking wet withing seconds. The gloomy sky brought back memories of on fight Kallista had been a part of last November, against a Portuguese mad-man who could spontaneously combust.

But, that was a story for another time.

The laughing and conversations were like a back-drop to Kallista's thoughts, which were surrounding the events of five days before. Her friend, March Pathway, had been complaining about how that she had nothing to do. She had left the mansion, going into the nearest part of the city, a mischievous glint in her eye.

She hadn't come back.

“Kali.” Israel Elysium placed a hand on the black-haired girl's shoulder, eyebrow raised. His eye twitched slightly, as if he realized something. “...Ah.”

Kallista nodded, taking that Israel had used his magic to save a few seconds. “She's still not back.”

Israel gazed into the rain, the flowers outside dull and gray. “Maybe she-”

“Ran into trouble?” Kallista proposed the idea.

“Maybe vampires.” Israel nodded.

There was a slight growling from a certain brown haired girl who had been listening to the conversation. She walked up to the two, her friend behind her.

“Don't be ridiculous!” Mirtil Lucifer snapped.

“If she had run into any trouble,” Thalia Circe's eyes focused on the road away from the mansion. “Then we would have known. It's not easy to miss a four foot girl with flaming red hair fighting a monster with a frying pan.”

“Her height is four foot two...” Mirtil grumbled softly. Israel gave her a strange look.

Kallista tilted her head slightly, not convinced. “Then what's keeping her...?”

No one had a answer to that.

___

HAH. 

(Mir, can you put a little bio for your character in the comments? What she looks like, her power, prefered weapon...? Okay? Great, thanks..)

Yeah. That was awesome, right?

...right? because I'm not so sure.

NOW, if you excuse me, I need to go write more of that. Right after I eat a ice cream cone, muse over seeing my cousin who I haven't seen in a year, think about if you can eat moose, and look through gaming magazines. That's right.

(I'm excited about the new legend of Zelda game! YOU CAN RIDE A GIANT BIRD! I think the chickens have evolved! I LOVE DA FLYING CHICKENS! I remember the good old days, when I would sped hours messing around with flying the chickens over Lake Hylia. Good times, good times...)

(But seriously, does anyone know if you can eat moose?)

MINI DALEK

(I had this weird daydream when I was watching Doctor Who)

*Mar runs by screaming* 

*a bunch of Mini Daleks fly by, chanting 'EXTERMINATE!'* 

*the mini Daleks zap Mar's head, and she wobbles around screaming* 

MAR: STOP IT! GOD, YOUR KILLING ME! 

Daleks: EXTERMINATE! 

Mar: I THINK YOUR KILLING ALL MY BRAIN CELLS! 

*Mar throws A fez at the Daleks, and they scatter around the room*

*The Ninth Doctor Runs by, waves, then trips over a brick, hits his head, and is suddenlythe Tenth Doctor*

*Mar stares in confusion* 

*The Doctor runs out of the blog post* 

*on the edge something blows up, and the Eleventh Doctor runs by, with a broken screwdriver* 

*Mar leaps up from where she fell off the couch, in the real world*

*Mar sighs in relief* 

*a real size Daleks flies into the room* 

Dalek: EXTERMINATE!

*Mar runs away, and ironically, the ipod starts to play 'A whole lot of running'*

Behind The Facade.

-The Girl With Flaming Red Hair And Crystal Blue Eyes-

Do you ever wonder, why March Pathway's hair is a flaming red, and her eyes a deep crystal blue? The answer lies deep behind the making of the OC, something that would reside in the heart of her creator.

With heavy guilt she types these words, feet on the ground and headphones covering ears, blocking out the words. Pushing past the facade in front, you find thoughts swirling in her mind, and ideas in her very soul, a headache pulsing slowly.

You think she is a carefree being? Then you are wrong. She chooses these words carefully, each appearing in her head the second before typing.

This girl walks with a guilt, so common in her heart that she knows its image as a darkness. Something she doesn't want to talk about.

Now let's travel back to March, the girl's hair flying behind her, literally flaming, the fire engulfing her body, anger clouding her mind. She, as the girl writing this, screams and cries in agony when her friends are hurt. When her friends are bullied, when there is a fear, when someone is striking a negative emotion. She wants to rip the bully apart, this reason for her friend's torture.

But she's too afraid herself to do anything.

Later when alone she cries for her friends pain, something that has become her own, a vile taste in her mouth, that would one day turn March's eyes a sad, aqua blue, sparkling ever so slightly from the tears. The empathetic feelings affect her, when she reads anything that is even fantasy, or sees something on the news about a third world country on the other side of the world.

Her mother and father try their best to make their daughter feel happy, and to make her feel safe, and she does.

On the outside.

She cries when she herself has hurt one of her friends, and something breaks slowly. It is always breaking. A torture that will follow her everywhere. Afraid to say no about anyone else's opinion, she edges around the word, and most likely always will.

When she sees someone in pain, on the blogs she so likes to read, she wishes she could be with them, to hug them, and say the exact words that will comfort them.

But she can't.

The words are stuck in her mouth, probably never to be spoken aloud.

“Your not stupid. You're great the way you are, and that's why I chose you as my friend!”

“You have no idea how much God loves us all. He is always watching out for us, even if we don't want him to.”

She wants you to know, every one of you, that she will never abandon you.

Ever.

Even if you don't want her help, she will always think of you, will always pray for you, and she will never, ever, make you feel worse then you may feel at the moment.

Even if she has exhausted herself, she will still be thinking about you. Even if she isn't there, she will still be thinking of you. Even if the guilt of something you may not even be aware of if weighing her down, the thoughts will be drilling in her head.

All these thoughts and feelings have formed the image of the girl you know as March Pathway.

She cries for others pain. Thus her crystal blue eyes.

She is protective of her friends. Thus her flaming red hair.

She feels your pain.

She wants to help you.

She is afraid of causing other's sadness.

She is thinking of you.

And she feels guilt even by typing this, to accidentally say something that will hurt someone.

She just wants you to be happy.

The Sideshow.

Hello there.

Okay. Well. Okay. Well.

You see, I've been suffering of...writers block. I ignored it, but it started getting so bad that there was this one story I wrote, I used the exact same descriptive words in each paragraph without realizing it.

OMYGAWD.

*shivers*

So, I decided to take a break from writing. On the fourth day, I asked my mom when I should write again. She said to give it seven days. I whined and twitched. She said seven days.
So now, we are on the fifth day.

*hyperventilates*

Really, I should be folding this laundry by the side of my bed, but I decided to play around with a blog post.
But I don't really know WHAT to put here...

Um...so, let me spin around in a circle with my eyes closed.

*spins*

Now, I open them...

*opens*

and lets pick a character from a poster on my walls.

*coughs slightly*

Um, not my lamp...




...Okay, this isn't working. I kept on turning to my window...

Let's try my books...



...Okay, so we got a few here. Blame the covers.

We have...Shana from the manga Shakugan no Shana!
Fang and Max from the book series Maximum Ride!
And...I don't really know who that is on the front...uh...

*opens to random page and chooses first name*

...oh my.

Thalia Grace from The Percy Jackson Series!

(Ha ha. I know another certain Thalia who will have a interesting time reading this!)

Now, well...uh...

*points to Shana*

GOT ANYTHING?

Shana: you copied my hair color.

Mar: no, I just liked the hair color. And besides, most of the time your hair is black.

Shana: it's like you copied my identity.

Mar: do YOU use a frying pan to wack vampires senseless? NO, I don't think so.

Fang: *raises hand* Is there really any point to this post?

Mar: *wacks Fang* I'm getting there, numbskull.

Max: *clears throat* Can you get to the point?

Mar: Can I get my own bird wings?

Max: Not likely.

Mar: darn. Was really hoping. Well anyway-

Shana: I have my own wings.

Mar: You're a lot more annoying then you are in the anime, do you know that?

Shana: *shrugs and eats a melon bread loaf*

Mar: Yes. Well.

Fang: Hey, where's Thalia?

Mar: huh? Um...

Thalia Grace: *crashes through the wall riding a hellhound*

Mar: *screams crazily*

Thalia Jane Circe: *walks onto the post, whacks Thalia Grace on the head, and drags her off, along with the Hellhound she now names Mr. Geoffrey*

Mar: *scrambles up, squeaking slightly*

Mir: *Mir then crashes from the ceiling, looks around, cackles madly, then runs after Thalia, Thalia, and Mr. Geoffrey*

Max and Fang: *stand awkwardly*

Mar: *has a really confused and disturbed look on face*

Shana: *edges away*

Mar: Um...yes...well...Okay...um....I think I'll just take a break and fold the laundry...

[MAR WALKS AWAY] 

[MAX AND FANG STEAL COMPUTER AND DEVISE A PLAN. HERE ARE SOME PICTURES THEY SEARCHED]

Max.

Fang. 

Shana with her sharp pointy katana sword.

Shana with her black hair (screenshot), with a melon bread, yelling the guessed favored phrase of "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!", or in Japanese, "URUSAI URUSAI URUSAI!"

Shana with wings, flying.

Mar-Chu Blogger Picture. 

 Iggy. Another bird-kid. 

Nudge. ANOTHER bird kid. 

This is the Gasman (Or Gazzy). Don't be near him when he breaks wind...

This is Angel. She's the last bird-kid who has a picture. There's also Dylan. Mar doesn't like Dylan. If he had a picture, there would most likely be graffiti on it, courtesy Mar.

[FANG THEN STARTS TO PLOT MY DOOM. I THINK. THAT MAY JUST BE MY HYPERVENTILATING IMAGINATION]

http://www.fakeaddress/avianexpariments/

http://www.fakeaddress/flamableobjects/

http://www.fakeaddress/iamnotplanningyourdoom/yourejustoverimmaginative/ormaybeimjustlying.../

http://www.fakeaddress/fakeaddresses/

http://www.fakeaddress/whitecoatcentral/

http://www.fakeaddress/clone/

http://www.fakeaddress/watchoutmarch.../

[MAR WALKS BACK ON]

Mar: Eh? why is that centered?

Max: *shrugs*

Fang: *walks away*

Mar: *gives Fang a funny look*

Max: *is talking in hushed tones with someone on a cellphone*

Mar: *eyes wide, gulps and starts to back away*

Fang: *appears behind Mar*  Boo.

Mar: *screams and runs away in the other direction*

*Multiple black vans pull up and creepy goons jump out and stuff Mar kicking and screaming into the back of one*

*as the back doors close you can see the OC March looking dazed*

*Mar lands on March*

*The two girls go sprawling, knocking into a goon*

*goon twitches and roars*

*back doors close*

[THIS POST IS CURRENTLY MONITORED BY THE CREEPY GOONS AND THE MEN IN THE BLACK VANS. THE LESSON IS, BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR IN A BLOG POST]

You Are Not Alone.

Don't forget. Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember that, you're not alone.

IT'S A DAVID TENNANT GINEA PIG!

Okay, so I was looking at pictures of various things online.
Then looked at pictures of Rose Tyler (They're showing episodes with the Ninth Doctor on BBC. Now my computer can stop glitching from Doctor awesome-ness)
Then I looked at pictures of fezzes.
Then I looked at pictures of all the Doctors.
Then I looked at pictures of David Tennant.

Then I found THIS.

IT'S A FREAKIN GINEA PIG! WHAT DA HECK?! 

I SEE THE GLASSES, BUT...BUT...BUT...

*gasps slightly* 

Did he regenerate into a ginea pig? 

...oh my god.

Miracles Quote-

Quote-

"Miracles aren't free."

...okay, well, at first glance its kinda...a let down. But it has a bigger meaning if you knew the backstory.

From this anime episode-

http://www.otakucenter.com/mahou-shoujo-madoka-magica-07-can-t62482.html

It's from a really cool mahou shoujo (magical girl) anime. But it's like...well, the characters still wear kinda frilly transformation outfits, and their names- (magical girls), are self explanatory, but it's really...creepy. Twelve episodes.

And in episode three, one of the main characters die.

Her head gets BITTEN OFF.

But still, no blood.

Creepy, dude...

EDIT: ....oh my god. I just finished watching that episode. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD!

*sniffle*

It's sad...she's probably going to die...or as close as a puella magi can get to dying...they're like zombies, I swear...

EDIT EDIT: Just finished watching the next episode. And I have something to say to that little rat Kyubi.

YOU FREAKIN JERK! YOU'RE [spoiler] THESE GIRLS AND [spoiler] SO THEY CAN [spoiler spoiler]! YOU NEVER TELL THEM BECAUSE IF YOU DID THEY WOULDN'T AGREE! AND YOU LURE THEM IN WITH WISHES! MIRACLES ARE NOT FREE! TELL THEM THAT! ONE HAD TO LEARN THE HARD WAY, THAT POOR GIRL!

YOU-

[Censored]

Okay. Well. Sorry about that.

*grabs frypan and ladle*

MIR! GRAB YOU'RE BUTTERFLY NET! FORGOT THE GNOMES! WE ARE GOING KYUBI HUNTING!