First Arabesque Ending! Zombie Apocalypse: "Saved"

I woke up that morning, not bothering to open my eyes. I could feel the sunlight beneath my eyelids. I sat up on the bed, careful not to make any noise, I knew my cellmate was a light sleeper and had probably only an hour or so under her eyelids. She didn’t sleep at night, most people jokingly called her nocturnal and it kind of stuck. Hearing noises from the upstairs bunk, I stood up to find Arachnea already awake and furiously writing on a notepad.

            Of course I was speaking metaphorically when I said ‘cell’. I was as much a prisoner as anyone else in this apocalypse, that wasn’t saying much though. I shot an inquiring look at my friend and she looked up saying,

            “Oh good, you’re awake! I’ve been up all night working on this for you, but it’s not done yet, terribly sorry.” She kept writing ignoring all the questions shooting out of my mouth at once and laughed.

            “Wait, you haven’t slept all night? Why not? What are you writing? Why are you writing it? Where did you get the ink to write? Writing, for me?” She just kept on laughing and then there was a buzzing sound from my bunk. So, I sat down and opened my laptop turned translator. Gryffon’s face appeared on the screen and he yelled

            “Happy 16^th Birthday, Annlyn Rose!” He had donned a party hat and blew into one of the old duck quackers.” He was beaming at me and then moved out of the frame. I turned the translator so that it couldn’t face me. How he knew it was my birthday, I had only just remembered myself! It was kind of late in the day. I heard another burst of giggles from the middle bunk as I jumped away from the translator to brush my hair and get dressed in Gryffon’s favourite outfit of mine. I turned and raised an eyebrow at Arachnea, and now Ambroze who was looking down in interest from the top bunk.  

            I checked myself once again in the mirror. I smoothed down the insufferable bedhead, and turned back to the translator that still had no one in the camera frame. I waited and Gryffon looked into the lens seeing me and smiling even brighter than before he held up a painting. There was a blanket of snow on the ground and pronounced snowflakes which sparkled with the fresh brushstrokes, and looked even more amazing next to Gryffon’s perfect face.

            I smiled now and had no complaint of anyone knowing my birthday; this would not be the same dark day that it was so many years before.  I smiled back at him softly and he still did not look away, then abruptly he heard beeping and had to tear his gaze away.

            “Oops got to go. I’ll give this to you later. Bye, Annlyn” I smiled at him and waved star struck. Then the screen went black and I heard giggles from the two girls above. I got out of bed and back into my pajamas, it was my birthday, I refused to work today, well that and it was a Sunday. Most of the people in our refuge group were very religious and so therefore no work was done Sundays. It was just how things were.

            A couple years beforehand this virus broke out and people started rotting alive. But then they started eating animals alive, and the next step, of course was people. They went like it was the end of the world. Well it was the end of the world and it is the end of the world and will always be the end of the world.  We soon found out the virus was spread through bodily fluids.

            My parents were assigned to a different camp, to be called Encounter like aliens, but all the young people older than 11 got divided and put into two different camps, why they did this, no one is absolutely positive. Unfortunately by that time, I had just turned 11 so, I got taken and put in this refugee camp, Raven, (after the girl who designed it) with and one hundred and ninety nine other teenagers, most of which were four or five years older than me. There were only a handful of junior high students so; we all got assigned our own little corner of the mall, we set up in. The rest left to be abolished by the ever inebriated, promiscuous, high schoolers.

            The older kids, more mature, the ones about to be eighteen would teach us, and sometimes to the kids who were having trouble coping with this new change, namely me, they’d sing them to sleep or read them stories. Until they had to go off and be transferred to one of the adult camps, that is. Then BAM, just like that, we were the ones reading the younger kids stories and teaching and some of us, sneaking alcohol and staying in rooms of the opposite sex. Some were more in between like me.

            I was always totally concentrated on helping the younger ones, trying to make up for the trauma I had when I was that age. Then just like that, this boy that had always hated me got switched with a boy from the other refuge camp, he was a year older than me, and had the most wonderful laugh. His name was Gryffon and we were instant friends, he always talked about this girl from the other camp though. I knew he loved her.

            “Okay . . . done!” Arachnea squealed from the middle bunk. That’s another thing; my two roommates are Arachnea and Ambroze. Arachnea, and I had taken a Creative writing class in junior high, and Ambroze and I had been neighbours and best friends since before I could remember.

            I stood up and held my hand out for the notepad which was Arachnea’s life line and I knew it. She handed it to me, only now it had a light green bow on it, my favourite colour. Carefully reading under the bow, the top of the notepad said, and it was embedded into the thin paper, Happy Birthday, Annlyn Rose: A.R. + G.B. = Love in cursive in the center of a heart. Then flipping through all the papers on the notepad, I realized she wasted her entire notepad for me. I looked up at her, and hugged her after giving her a look that was full of thanks.

            “Why did you waste all your paper on me?” I asked knowing how scarce paper was these days; there was no one to actually create paper. Arachnea shrugged and smiled at me, which I returned. Ambroze had climbed down and was looking at the notepad, I set on my bed.

            “’Why did you save me,’ Annlyn asked Gryffon, he smiled lovingly up at her, and tweaked her nose like he often did, ‘You asked me to.’ Gryffon said speaking his last words, he held out his hand and Annlyn took it realizing that he held a scarlet, gold, black ring case in his hands. Annlyn gasped and with her jaw hanging open, she tore her eyes away from the ring case just in time to see him close his for the last time. She kissed him one more time, and sent him unto heaven to spend eternity watching down on Annlyn, as she spent the rest of her life in agony, she’d never told him she loved him.” Ambroze said reading the last page. I hit her belly playfully and said, “Thanks for spoiling the end for me.” And then I turned to Arachnea, “Thanks for killing the love of my life. I might actually cry if I get the chance to read it myself.” And simultaneously, they said “Any time.” I sneered jokingly at them, and then crawled back into bed.

            “Oh, no, you are not going to sleep; we’ve planned out a whole entire day for your sweet sixteen.” I groaned, it was the end of the world, who had birthday parties anymore? Ambroze pleadingly looked at Arachnea and as she nodded her head in consent, Ambroze sneaked into the bathroom, and came back in with a bucket of melted ice; it had just finished melting before I woke up. Arachnea climbed down, making sure that she wasn’t in the zone where I could reach her quickly enough to strangle her.

            I had just drifted back off to sleep when, I felt it. The cascading waves of water falling down on me, instantaneously, I shot out of bed, and Ambroze and Arachnea, were sniggering in the corner, Ambroze holding the bucket. I sneered at them, then seeing her in her night clothes nothing but a thin tank top and underwear, I gathered all the clothes from her dresser which may have been ten or fifteen outfits, and I mean I made two or three trips before they noticed me, they couldn’t figure out what quite what I was doing, but once I got all of Ambroze’s clothes into the bathtub I turned on the cold water.

            She laughed and said, “You think that’s actually going to bother me?” I meaningfully looked out the window at the snow blanketed ground and she just shrugged. I narrowed my eyes at her and then before she could get any kind of reaction in, I shook my hair like a wet dog, flecking them with freezing cold water. Remember how I told you about the promiscuous drunks? Well, let’s just say that I’m pretty sure in all her time here; Ambroze never read a story to a child or sang them to sleep. So, an hour later, with me and Arachnea in warm dry clothes and Ambroze still in her underwear and tank top, we left.

            Where we were going I had no inkling of an idea. We walked down the street with more than half the boys staring at Ambroze, not unkindly. She got wolf whistles and more than one guy’s hand on her rump, and other places, and she didn’t mind in the least. In fact, she encouraged behaviour such as this. Ambroze enjoyed the single life and also, she knew that she looked good; she didn’t try to hide it. She shivered a bit and had goosebumps but, she still had on a smile. Arachnea looked at me and we knew we were probably going to have to bunk with someone else for the night.

            Anyway, we walked up to Gryffon’s house, and Ambroze knocked on the door. Gryffon opened and looked Ambroze up and down, not as if he wanted her like all the other boys did, but as if she were crazy. He ushered them in and threw a bag of girl’s clothes at her. I knew this meant there was a girl who regularly left her clothes at his house and it made me sad, but the sadness dissolved a bit when he embraced me. “Happy Birthday, Annlyn!” He whispered in my ear, then he handed me a party hat.

            “We have a big day planned for Annlyn today, care to join us?” Ambroze asked, putting on a very form fitting tank top, and short jean shorts – with lots of holes in them. He looked at her again and shook his head, probably wondering who would wear that in this weather.

            “Yeah, just let me get some stuff in order,” he went into the hallway, and I heard him explaining to someone else on the phone that he wouldn’t be home all day, the last words he said were

            “All right, don’t call me. Just in case, call Annlyn. She’ll have her phone with her, I know. Bye, love you.” These words shocked me the most. This girl had my number, I’m friends with her. I should hate her guts. I wondered for hours that night about who it was. I knew it wasn’t Ambroze or Arachnea, so I crossed them off the list. And I crossed all the guys off. I couldn’t figure out who it was. Why would they have my number? Had Gryffon given it to them?

            Gryffon emerged out of the hallway and I saw he’d brushed his hair and changed his clothes. He was now wearing a collared shirt and a red bow tie, and a trench coat. I laughed as he modeled it for us, spinning and twirling. He, like magic, pulled the painting he’d shown me before, only it looked so much more eloquent in person. I ran my fingers over the brushstrokes; Gryffon’s paintings literally always brought a tear to my eye. But knowing that he’d painted this specifically for me brought the tears down like rain. He wiped the tears away gently, then jokingly took my arm in his and escorted me out of his house out onto the street. Ambroze and Arachnea glanced at each other knowingly then led the way, walking quite a ways in front of Gryffon and I. He told me jokes and we laughed the entire time. When we arrived at our destination, I looked around shocked.

            We’d left the shelter of the hospital that the refugee camp was based at and now were in the middle of the street, outside in a dark alley. I remembered it perfectly. I was where I’d killed my first zombie. It wasn’t a pleasant memory to say the least. But there was sunshine and fresh air, the city was dirty, but everyone knew about my claustrophobia, it was kind of hard to cover up when you’re forced to ride in an elevator.  The sun was shining and I could feel the breeze on my face. I heard a noise, but ignored it as I was in complete bliss soaking in the sun. I was freezing but I’d shed my heavy winter coat and ignored my surroundings.

            Then I heard my three friends stifling giggles and ignoring Ambroze and Arachnea, I, uncharacteristically graceful as a swan, asked Gryffon to dance. He bowed and said

            “It would be my pleasure.” He pulled me as close as our physical forms would allow then started singing. He had the most beautiful voice, velvet as silk and smooth as unfaltering. Once the song he was singing was over, he whispered into my ear, the only three words I’d ever wanted desperately to say to him.

            “Annlyn, I love you. You know that don’t you?” I looked at him; his mousy brown bangs had fallen into his face again. I was so startled by this confession I couldn’t answer, right away, then slowly I shook my head no and he looked sad. “Well, I do. I just wanted you to know. I know this is a bad day for you.” I buried my face into his chest. I really wasn’t sure what to do, other than attempt to show him how I felt. The words refused to conjure in my throat and I had no idea what else to do. So, I pulled him close to me, stood on my tip toes, but he was inevitably taller than me. I put my hand on the back of his hair and slowly pulled him into a kiss. It didn’t last long, but it was the most amazing kiss of my life, except for the long one after that. The only thing I had to compare it to, possibly the joy of him telling me his feelings. There were no words. I looked deep into his eyes and finally decided to reveal my thoughts.

            “Save me from this torture we call our world; this hell has no escape, except you.” I said to him, right before I kissed him again. This time, for the first time, I felt his lips, they were dry and cracked and rough, but I found I rather enjoyed it.

            Suddenly, Ambroze screamed. The moment was broken and so were our lips. He pulled away to see a handful of the undead surrounding us on either side of the alley. Arachnea was the expert at killing dead here, and had brought four guns. She handed two to Ambroze, who as having nowhere to store one hadn’t brought one.  I had one in my boot and two knives there; also I had one in the back of my jeans. The undead were trailing blood and were making an awful lot of noise. I had no idea how we’d not noticed them.

            They were closing in and Arachnea shot two or three in the head, then she beat one of them in the head until it fell off. The mouth was still moving even after that, pouring out blood, not so dramatically as in the old movies. Then Ambroze, not sure what to do started cowering behind her. There were only half of the original zombies now, and even better Gryffon had started shooting, I handed a knife to Ambroze who was better with blades than anyone else here. I’d also pulled out my gun and shot a few more. Now only four remained. I had Gryffon behind me, in a sort of protective way. But Ambroze was on a roll, before either I or Arachnea could shoot them, she’d beheaded three and gouged the last one’s eyes out stabbing the squishy red stuff inside.

            Then we heard it, in the silence. He was moaning and I whipped around. I was sure Gryffon was right beside me the entire time. I shot the already massively bleeding zombie multiple times in the head, and then I looked at Gryffon trying with all my might not to look at the part of his skull the zombie had eaten. I could feel the tears running down my face; I made no move to wipe them away. My hands were on his chest and he sputtered some blood I looked up at his face. Realization shot through my brain, I’d felt a very strange hand on my back halfway through everything, I’d just figured it was Gryffon making sure I was okay. But now I realized it was the zombie I’d just given a major dose of overkill to.

            “Why did you save me?” I asked Gryffon, he smiled lovingly up at me, and tweaked my nose like he often did,
            “You asked me to.” Gryffon said speaking his last words, he held out his hand and I took it realizing that he held a scarlet, gold, black ring case in his hands. I gasped and with my jaw hanging open, I tore my eyes away from the ring case just in time to see him close his for the last time. I kissed him one more time, and sent him unto paradise to spend eternity watching down on me, as I spent the rest of my life in agony, I’d never told him I loved him.

            I turned around and laid down in the fetal position and started crying, even more than before, my shoulders were shaking. Ambroze was at my side, plugging my ears, so I wouldn’t hear the gunshot. It had to be done, it was inevitable I knew, but I was going through a relapse. It happened again, my twelfth birthday all over again. My brother, wasn’t here anymore and neither was Gryffon and it was entirely my fault. That night, after the breakdown, I realized it must have been Sarah, Gryffon’s little sister he’d talked about all those years, and it wasn’t another girl. I never even knew he had a sister.

           

Long time no write or read.

Hey you guys. I don't know why I said that, no one reads these. Anyway, I haven't written for three weeks and I figured I should just write this to let you guys know I'm not dead. Again as if someone reads this. I had this wonderful idea the other day! Me and my friends are going to start a magazine. Just a fun thing that we know no one will probably read. But someone has to buy it! So, if our magazine is successful, then this will be the magazine's blog, not mine. It's really cool, we just going to let our geek flag fly. Btw, check out my new poll.  What else? Ooh! My book. I have officially reach 45 pages. 18,000 plus words! Haha, I'm proud of myself.  I've also added a couple new things to it. I just instinctively added a part where Joelle gets jumped and bites a guys ear. Its pretty great, no one's read it yet though. I don't know, I'm a pretty crappy writer and when I'm writing I don't have what you would call a humourous appeal. I write about more serious stuffs. I don't know, I try, but I don't succeed. It just doesn't work with my mind, which I've been told more than once is pretty screwed up. Also my Creative Writing Skit is going really well, I'm not sure if I told you or not. My Creative Writing Class is writing a skit. It's about a rich family getting stuck in the boonies of where I live, which is pretty bad. But anyways, the rich snotty girl falls in love with the country hick boy and he is clueless. She's all like clinging to him and "I'm scared." and he's all like "The panic room's back there" Haha, you see I'm bad at this. But yeah. Also Happy Late Easter. I'm not Christian, but I welcome candy at all times of the year. Haha, I got a kindle. It's exciting. Also in other news, me and Jackie are making up an animal. We're going to give it a genus species and everything. It's pretty cool. Also in other news! I won two things in the Language Arts Fair! My dream journal won, and so did my ballad. Which I personally think sucked They always pick my least favourite things. I sixth grade one of my poems won first place and I'm like it wasn't even that good, It was my least favourite and I did not enjoy that particular section either. Did you guys see the Bates Motel? It was epic, I really liked it anyway. It looks promising. First episode: They killed a guy. Second Episode: They went looking for a Chinese sex slave's grave and find a pot field. Third Episode: Norman and His Brother have s ort of breakthrough, he also blacks out because he was imagining tying his teacher up and stuff but other than that. I find it really cool. So, I know this is going to be a really long post, you might even stop reading it before the end. I would like to look into the past and then the future. And maybe into the present a little. I had a very unsheltered childhood. Very exposed to things. I was hanging out with middle schoolers when I was 5 and 6. I watched them play strip poker, and also, wanna know how I learned where babies come from? I was talking about sex with my dad, I was getting punished for something which I can't remember, he's all like "the only thing you need to know about sex is that it makes babies" and I'm all like wait wait a minute what? I think its amusing but, I'm sure my dad didn't at the time. Now into the future, I can't imagine just one future for me. If I'm going to ponder I'm going to look at all the options. I've considered air force, adoption, world traveling, early marriage which I do not like very much, volunteering, college, living with my parents my whole life which I also don't like, I've thought of a lot of things and I want to have every experience possible. I want to be an adrenaline junkie and go to college and learn how to fly planes and make my dad proud. And I can do all that if I go into the air force. I was also thinking about all the fandoms I belong to. Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Hetalia, and lots of others that I can't think of at the moment. I am such a geek. I think that's all I have for you guys today, bye sorry if I annoyed you.

Serial Killers and Doctor Who

Hey you guys! I've been very interested in Serial Killers lately. Because I was watching supernatural the other day, and Dean said something about the Bates Motel and there's also a new show on A&E called the Bates Motel. So, I was curious, and I looked it up. It's from the novel/movie Psycho! Haha, and I was reading up on the stuff that happens and apparently Norman Bates, was based off of Edward Gein. Who, killed and tanned womans hides, and wore them. And Norman Bates, after killing his mother and her lover, dressed up as his mother when he killed. It was really interesting reading about all this stuff. I don't kow why I like all these wicked things. I have now made it my goal to read Psycho. Also the other day, I watched this movie called The Donner Party, and it was about I hope you know the Donner Party right? THis family was going somewhere and the got stuck in a snowdrift and they all died except the one who only survived on the other people's dead bodies. It was really gross. Anyway, I was watching this movie, and it turned out that this kid who lives in Donner Pass, was having a party, and people start getting killed and its really cool. I apolagize, if I'm disturbing you guys. Anywho other news: Me and my friends are coming up with our time lord names. I am going to be so depressed, if I still have stuff to explain about Doctor Who when we get back from break. Oh yeah! ITS SPRING BREAK!!! Anyway, back on track. My Time Lord nam is Le Ninja. Haha! Jackie's is Alonso. . .something. Like from Doomsday, when Tennant's all like, Allons-y. Ooh, I should say Allons-y more, Allons-y Rose Tyler. Allons-y, then if I eer meet someone named Allonso, I could say Allons-y Allonso, Every Time! Haha and Rachel's is Sparx. Interesting.

I really want a cookie!!!

Hey you guys. I really want a cookie, I have what normal people would call a sweet tooth, but I call it a shark tooth, because when I crave sweets, I usually crave all of them. I just got done eating a bunch of jelly beans,  and I was thinking about getting a bowl of ice cream. I've got a bunch of stuff done for the Language Arts Fair. Things Done&Printed: Haiku, Free Verse Poem, Letter, Anthology of Poetry, Ballad, Description of a mood: Philosophical, Persuasive paper, and Satire. I'm still typing my Dream Journal. and Short Rhyming Poem. I was originally planning on having 10. but I canceleld out my novel and some other things. Okay so 25 days! March 30th Doctor Who finally starts showing new episodes! I'm excited. Have you guys ever noticed that he never goes back far enough to see the dinosaurs! That disappoints me greatly. Lol so until Doctor Who comes back on I have to settle for watching Supernatural which is almost as good. Lol so I was watching Hammer of the Gods, and Gabriel and Lucifer were fighting and it went something like this.
Gabriel: Lucifer... you are my brother, and I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks.
Lucifer: What did you say to me?
Gabriel: Look at yourself... Boo hoo, Daddy was mean to me, so I'm gonna smash up all his toys.
Lucifer: Watch your tone.
Gabriel: Play the victim all you want, but you and me, we know the truth. Dad loved you best, more than Michael, more than me. Then he brought the new baby home and you couldn't handle it. So all of this is just a great big temper tantrum. Time to grow up.
It was amusing. Lol they say worst stuff but, yeah lets just keep it PG. . . .Well. . . PG-13. Haha yeah. I had another thing I wanted to talk about, but I can't remember. Hate it when stuff like that happens. Grrr. Oh, I've started on my tribute. I'm not even halfway done yet though. I said something about Rose and The Doctor falling in love and my friend started yelling 'Spoiler Alert! At me. I'm like, I'm sorry for spoiling something form 7 years ago for you. Goshness! She is a ridiculous person I swear. Ever gone through the mall asking random people if they knewtht Death is bad for their health? Its pretty funny, this one girl was like, Nope, and I'm just like 'Well, I'm glad I told you,' Well I've run out of things to tell you have a wonderfull Spring Break/Daylights savings time week!  

Such a geek!

Today, thank the gods, I've got today off. I'm going to exhaust myself geeking out, watching all my favourite Doctor Who episodes. I was thinking I know why Rory is Rory Pond. Because Amelia Williams sounds really terrible. I mean, ick. Amelia Williams. Haha. I'm going to make a Doctor Who companions tribute. Including River, Jack, Adam, and Mickey, because I have no idea why people think they don't count, they all traveled wiht the Doctor too.
So, I am really very interested in certain events. Salem Witch Trials, The Zodiac Killer, Columbine. . . ect. I get kind of addicted to reading and learning about them. I spend days poring over information on the internet then I find books about them and read them. My friends think 'm strange. There's usually only one reason these things interest me though. Salem Witch Trials, are humans really so thick that they would kill 11 people just on five or six little girls words. Seriously???   And Columbine, I think it's interesting to read about the kids who are responsible's motives and how they did things. Apparently when they were shooting upthe library one of the guys who knew them asked what theywere doing and the kid replied, 'Oh, just killing people' Haha, Its probably a bad thing that I think thats funny huh? I've been to a psycologist! Well, not for this but for sleep walking but still! And The zodiac killer is the same thing. Well, I need help. Sorry. So I wanted to share with you all something I wrote the other day. I was thinking. Aren't soldiers just glorified serial killers? If you think about it. They are. They're killing people who have families, just because they're told to. Idk it makes me mad to think about. So I wrote this poem. I know it sucks I apolagize for my bad writing skills, but I think I have a point to it,

I watch through the window

Seeing the orthodox churchgoers

Sitting in the pews

The soldier with bloodlust

The adultering wife

The boy that tortures his pets

The adolescents who didn't go home last night

The scholarship that only goes to please father

The child who took instead of gave

 

Do you like it? I spent more time than I usually do on these things on it. Well thats it folks! 

It's Tuesday Again!

This post is gonna be on the verge of very shallow and very deep. Prepare yourselves, So I know I've talked about this before, but  I was thinking about religion the other day. And I guess I'm a buddhist. Because, as I'm very interested in the study of religions, I was reading up on it the other day and the entire point of buddhism is to figure out your own religion and rules and whatnot. Interesting huh? But i don't know, because I believe in faeries. Like don't laugh at me or anything. I seriously believe that magick runs through everything living and not living.  Like in Pocahontas theres magic running through the rock. And in FernGully, which I worship. I believe that trees feel pain just like us. And I believe they and we have auras. I also periodically clear open my Chakras.
New Subject: I finally got to watch the perks of being a wallflower movie. I really loved it. I think It clearly did the book credit. The book was better but still. Which is part of the reason why I said the thing about buddhism and stuff because I'm a total punk and one of the girls in that movie was a buddhist punk. She was kind of concieted though. I also watch Hotel Transylvania. It was pretty good. Wasn't my favourite. I also watch Treasure Planet for the first time the other day! Love that movie.
Ohh, my bucket of good things is coming along nicely, I just counted, there are 22 things in it. I write down every book I finish and put it in there too. Okay so, I was thinking the other day, and I devised a Top 10 list of amazing words that are just wonderful. Okay so, here it goes. . .
10. TARDIS - Perfectly wonderful, just say it out loud to yourself right now, do it, embrace its epicness
9. Medallion- It rolls off my tongue nicely.
8.  Paradox- Sounds even better with a British accent *raises eyebrows*
7. Harlequin- I love this word, its Fantastic!
6. Bliss- Love it and the meaning of it.
5. Oblivion- Awesome game and spontaneous word.
4. Melancholy- Haha say it like Megamind! Reminds me of Tuck Everlasting
3. Shamrock- Beautifully Brilliant
2. Annihilation- Haha, Rock-a-doodle-doo!
...DRUMROLL     1.  Arabesque- simply wonderous.
God I love Cartoons. So. . . today we had to write a satire for Creative Writing, I wrote about how every girl dresses the same, and then one day, a girl walked in with Combat Boots, Tripp Pants, And a Marilyn Manson t-shirt on. I described myself! I was really hoping no one would catch on but uh. . . yeah. Am I really that easy to read? I have all the wardrobe I described, except my ears aren't pointed unfortunately :(. Lol And I don't have a crew cut. And then we had to write a short story with the assonance 'I must confess, that on my quest...' So I'm writing a Doctor Who FanFiction! Haha I love myself!  Lol so. . . theres a new girl in our school and one of the Horrid, Closed minded, Conformists of our school (I hate her a little bit more than normal people because she used to date Colour :() Anyways, she told the new girl not to talk to my friend Kyra, and she was complaining about her saying that, and I'm all like thats a valid peice of advice. Kyra of course got all offended. But I dind't mean just her, I meant all of us. YOu see, me and my friends call ourselves Geeks, Nerds, (Oxy)Morons, ect. We take pride in this. We are offended if someone says that we aren't any of these things.
Okay, here comes the ranting. First on the list. . . American government. Oh, here we go. . . among all of the pompous jerkfaces (I would use a word like douchebag, but acording to my teacher, word like these show lack of imagination) who work for it, the conspiracies, the cover ups, and everything else, how could you trust those snobs? The government is definitely going to fail. They are more focused on things like. . . Well, I don't actuallyatch things like that ut I'm pretty sure they care, more about their image thatn they do caring for the enviroment. If the average temperature rises more than 1degrees then villages in some, country again not positive on which ones, will be flooded, and the arctic will no longer be arctic it will be a swimming pool. I say this because the ice caps are freshwater. We watched a video today in Science it made me feel really guilty, lets just say, I will never eat a hamburger the same way again.  I apolagize, I'm probably not convincing you of anything I am very bad at presnting facts. Okay another thing, how does everyone know that I'm  scorpio? everyone does! This girl asked me when my birthday was and I told her to guess and she said November and I'm all like how did you know???? And she said I acted like a scorpio. And everytime I basically order anyone to do something very nicely my older sister laughs and says 'Bailey, you are such a scorpio, hehe' And I'm like so confuzzled. Stupid Humans and their minds They will do whatever somone else ells them is good for them. They will conform no matter how bad it is. I mean really? Stupid humans, I'm so glad, I'm a time lord! Haha! Jackie, don't say anything! Have you guys ever seen Primeval? Its a British television show. You should watch it after you watch Doctor Who! Well, I'm out of interesting things to talk about today! That doesn't happen very often! You guys should be glad, I could ramble like this all day!

Moo!

You guys. . . .  Lol so I'm writing my book, but I have a feeling it won't be done by March 8th. Eh
So I needed some form of Inspiration last night right? And I googled it and it came up with a list on which I found a speech from Steve Jobs in 2005. It was really Inspiring I'll post a link on here. My poetry Anthology is coming along really good. I will admit some of my things are kinda dumb and short. I wont post anything on here because I don't like putting things on the Internet that I might someday possibly get published. I don't know why I just i don't know.
So I was reading a book the other day and this guy and this faerie were talking and the guy asked the faerie if her ears were fake or prosthetic, and she said they were real which got me thinking. Wouldn't it be so fraking cool to have pointed ears, or something like that? I don't know, it's one of those things like gettinga tattoo, I'd have to think really hard and long about it but It would be a valid thing to do. I don't know though I don't support plastic surgery but this is different isn't it?
There's this one episode of Bones where there's a burning body in a church and it has hooves and horns and a tail. The tail he'd been born with but he had the hooves and horns surgically implanted to look like the devil. I thought it was cool but what did you guys think? I don't know.
GAH! MOFFAT! okay last time I talked to you guys I was in the middle of watching Angels in Manhattan of this season of Doctor Who. Yeah well he tricked me. I was sooo utterly happy and then I was crying and smacking my computer screen and having fits on the floor. I wanted to die. Then I was all depressed because I knew I couldn't tell any of my friends because they'd hate me forever, but one thing I wanted to say was Rory, you a\are wrong. At the begining of the episode the Doctor was Reading Amy and Rory a book and it just happened to be describing the main character and the Doctor said 'Yowza!' Haha! And then Rory was all like 'Only you could fancy someone in a book.' And I've talked to people about this, I know at least four people who are Dating someone form teir books. Including Fender just so you know Jackie Haha!  Oh did you guys know that you can make a Dalek when you're in chat mode it goes a little somethinglike this. [[405838522837838]] I don't know if that will show up as it is or as a Dalek if it shows up as a Dalek then here it is with spaces the actual thing has no spaces. [[ 405838522837838 ]] Ooh! You guys I got a new laptop the other day. I love it it's so beautiful! Haha! And I also must tell you there is this  Steampunk thing this November that me and my friends are getting ready for. My one annoying friend is all anal about it shes like blah blah blah that would be copying blsh blsh blah-Kyra! It is not copying if you don't have any idea what you're copying from. Grrr me and her definately don not see eye to eye. Okay so I'm thinking about putting up another poll for Geekiness haha, well what kind of Geeky things are you into? I've got a friend who's never seeen the lord of the rings but she loves Star Wars with her life.
And I've got another friend who watches every geeky movie ever made. I don't know there are plenty of Geeky movies I haven't seen. I've never seen Tron but I loved Firely to death. Haha! And being Geeky reminds me. I've wanted to do cosplay for a while, I've got lots of outfits, but none of them are going to fit actual characters, I've got a pirate shirt, but not any anime/manga clothes. Sad Panda Lol well I think I've written enough for tonight. . . Have a nice week everyone I will write again on Tuesday.

Steve Jobs Stanford Speech: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzEzUE5dydo  WHat's interesting is that my friend can do what he took a college course for.