Nyurg!

Mexico -- In All.

2009-07-23T17:09:00.000-07:00

I kept a journal throughout my whole Oaxaca missions trip, so I'm just gonna post the entrees with pictures that were taken of the trip. If you go to the GFM (Global Frontier Missions) channel on YouTube, you can watch what the trip was like. Just click anything from Group 3 '09, and you'll see us!
Anyway, read and enjoy (^_^)

Day 1, July 14th, 2009

Yesterday we got to the church at 5:50 am and left for the airport at six. It wasn't really horrible or stressful because we were still in Denver.

We were all scaattered all over the plane on the first one. Caleb and I were the only ones together on the trip. Kristen sat directly behind me, and Alex was behind her. This one guy tried to switch seats with Caleb, but I was like, "No...! Stay..." so the guy's wife was like, "Let the kid sit next to his sister!"

So we kind of just played along and laughed later.

The plane started to take off and we saw crop circles. Evidently, people plant their fields in circles so they can water them that way.

I wrote for a while on the plane and read a bit. Then before we knew it, we were in Dallas.

We ate lunch at Fuddrucker's and stood in line forever at the ticket desk because Doug and Michael (Michael Anderson) decided to make confettii out of the tickets. So we had to get new ones. And waited in line for a long time, and then when we finally got the tickets, they printed two of Kristen (my sister)'s tickets, so Blacklock and I had to wait a bit longer to get one for me.

And then when we got on the plane, I was in C14 (Mexicana Airlines! Woo!), so I had a asle seat next to people I didn't know. The people across the asle had two cute little Mexican boys.

And I got airsick during the sucky landing.

When we got off, we ran through the Mexico City Airport so we could get past the immigration lines faster, but by the grace of God, there wasn't a soul in them! So we were like, "Wah-hoo!" and ran through it.

We had about an hour to kill, so we hung around. Kristen and I got a mango frapp from Starbucks. Why don't they sell those in America??

I had a seat between an girl Daniel's age and an old guy on the way to Oaxaca City Airport. The girl was drawing, so I started to draw, too. It turned out pretty bazzare.

The flight lady came and gave me el jugo de naranja with ice, but then I remembered Blacklock had said not to eat the ice so I didn't get sick from teh water. So I started diggin' in my cup and the nice Mexican dude sitting next to me kindly offered me his barf bag to stick them in. Isn't he the charmer, hahaha.

The landing was rocky, again. So I got sick, again. I didn't puke, but still, sucky landing skills on the captain's part.

From the airbort we met some guy from GFM (I think his name was Jordan) and we took a four hour van ride into the mountains. We played "What's Behind The Green Glass Door?"

I'll give you a hint: You can take puppies, but not dogs. You can take kittens, but not cats.

Shells, but not the sea. Gazelles but not antilopes (altough you can still take a deer).

See if you can figure it out.

Oh, and you can giggle, but not laugh.

I fell asleep the last hour, and Alex got carsick. I also jacked Caleb's hat.

We got to the base and was greeted by rain, interns, and missionaries -- like José!

We got to bed soon after that.

Day 2, July 15th, 2009

We got up early this morning and ate breakfast, and then a few of us helped out with the dishes. It struck me how well everyone works together here. Nobody was fighting.

Then we meditated ont he Word and learned about unreached people groups. (The 10/40 Window and such.)

I am dumbfounded by the senery and how beautiful God has made it. I am reminded that he is amazing, astonishing, incredible, and that I am humbled that the one who made these beautiful mountains cares about me and loves me. He answers my prayers and watches over me. And today he has revieled to me how privalaged I am that he has chosen me to follow him -- of all people. And to know that I love him.

Day 3, July 16th, 2009

Today we had an amazing worship service. I've gotten over my fear of putting my hands up to praise the Lord, and I find it feels so much more personal.

Then we went upstairs to pray. It was a darkened room, and lit with candels, and there was some soft, acoustic Christian music playing.

There were a few Questions projected on the wall:

-God, what kind of fruit am I bearing for your kingdom?

-God, what have I been unwilling to sacrifice for your glory among the nations?

-God, what kind of kingdom steward are you wanting me to be right now?

-God, what roll are you calling me to play in making deciples?

So I have this friend that God's really been putting on my heart to bring to Christ, but the whole complication with Newman has kind of skewed my focus on him.

But in this dark room with so many people just...praying, God spoke to me.

Something I did not understand about what people mean when 'God speaks to you' is that it's not a voice. It's a thought. A really, really strong thought that just resinates in your mind. And you can tell that it's not your own thought. I heard him. He said, "Get on your knees."

I was a little bit hesitant, but I eventually slid to the floor and fell before God on my knees.

And I began to think about my friend again.

So I was asking God, "Well, what should I do? I don't know what to do, where to begin..."

Then I felt the comforting, warm arm of Abby wrap around my shoulder, and a voice just said simply, "Love."

And, no, it wasn't Abby's.

Day 5 , July 18th, 2009

Last night was our first night in Tidaa.

We are staying in a host lady's house. She is really cute, but can't really walk very fast becasue her feet hurt her. She has a little pig -- actualy, two -- and they're both so cute! I petted one, and he was really dirty.

Today we (Me, Amanda, Kristen, and Olivia [the intern]) walked down to the church and ate this huge breakfast of tamales. Doug (Diego) ate fifteen. It was intense.

There's this kid, Erick,

This is Erick, but he refuses to smile for the camera for some reason.

and he's totally my BFF. (Aside from Alex, that is, haha. Inside joke.)

Yesterday Erick asked me to draw him "Un lobo," a wolf on his peice of paper. Then he took it and drew some hills and the sky and a smiling sun with the lobo on it. Then he wrote "con amor" ("with love") under where I'd written his name, and then folded it and wrote "para ti" ("for you"), then gave it to me.

He's so cute.

I thought he was, like, eight, but I guess he's twelve. He follows me everywhere and wants to know what things are in English ("¿Como se dice 'preguntas' en Ingles?" "Questions." "¿Cooestions?" "Questions." "Cooestions." "Uh...si." *laughter*)

We're painting a school, and he was helping me the entire time. Oh, and another thing, I hardly understand a word he says. I always have to ask Tenisha what he said.

The school looks totally cute.

I kept dipping the wrong brush in the oil-pased paint. Which wasn't good...

The food is really good. The first meal, not so much. The Mexicans get offended if 1) you don't finish the food, and 2) if you don't ask for seconds. So chow down, chubby.

The church we're using is cute. Dirt floors and scrapped together with scap metal and soda bottle lids nailed down.

It's the coolest thing. The kitchen is equipped with a wood stove and a table, and a bucket to wash dishes in.

*dishesdishesdishesdishesdishesdishes* -Erick

Erick le gusta los tongue-twisters. He's hilarious. We think he has a little-kid-crush on me. I hope not, because I'll cry (and he probably will, too) when I leave.

Day 7 , July 20th, 2009

Yesterday we hiked up a really steep mountain to a clearing about two miles up. We were going to have church in a cave, so when we got up, we were like, "Where's the cave?"

Well, evidentally, it's another three mile hike uphill from there. So I thought I was totally gonna die, because I totally almost died on the first hike to the clearing.

But the second hike, evidentally, was a heck of a lot easier, even though it was really, really steep. Like, 120 degrees.

But I had my magic stick that helped me make it up.

But we all made it.

We took a breather at the top, and then proceeded to rock climb (with the help from the lime green rope and Benjemon's expertise) to the cave.

Caleb climbed first, and I climbed second. The cave just kept going. Miguel (Michael) said it ended into a tiny passageway that your hand could get stuck in.

Anyway, when we get back down, BFF (Alex) and I used machetes to wack off the outter part of our walking sticks. Then everyone went to the BAT CAVE and into the back cavern. There were bats everywhere! It was like:

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(O = Bat)

A total myriad of bats, and they would offhandedly fly around your face.

It was cool.

Day 7 , July 20th, 2009

I almost cried. Every else did, too. We all stood in a circle to share a few words, but I couldn't do it. Erick was standing in front of me and we made faces at each other. (because we can't really communicate any other way, even during normal curcumstances.) He was framing me with his fingers like a camera, and then closing them; ca-click! Then I saw this look cross his face like he'd gotten an idea, then he makes a heart with his hands and puts it over his chest. Then he points at me.

I love you.

I smiled at him and started to tear up. He is so sweet. I loved him, too. My little hermano.

I know exactly what I would have said in the circle. "Thank you for opening up your homes for us and feding us your food. It was very good. Thanks for letting us hang with your kids -- I love them. I love all of you, and I will never forget you. I hope I see you again someday."

When we were done and prayed, everyone went around and hugged, saying goodbyes.

I hugged Sochil all thoughout prayer, but hugged her again. She was so sweet. I hugged little Estar, picking her up and holding her tight. I hugged Pedro, the pastor. I hugged Abuelita Ofelia, our host mother. I hugged Maria and kissed her cheek while she cried and said something nice that I didn't understand. I hugged Erick, ignoring how culturally weird that was, and held him close to me. I hugged Andrés after shaking his hand. He was crying. I hugged Sochil again. And then Erick, one last time.

We took a bunch of photos and piled into the van. Erick and Estar stood by the chain-link fence, tears in Estar's eyes, Erick's face stoic, but his eyes shined wetly. Estar blew me a kiss, and then one for Kristen. Erick motioned for me to come back, biting his lip, but I sadly shook my head.

The van pulled away and I saw him with all the things I'd drawn him, and the cranes I had folded.

I wish I had told him I loved him, too. My little hermano.

Day 8 , July 21th, 2009

Now that we're back from Tidaa and away from all that, and that we spent the day reflecting on the trip, I really think that God brought Erick into my life there to teach me through the eyes of a child. Erick doesn't even live in Tidaa, he was visiting cousins from Mexico City where he lives. So it's really a God thing that he was even there.

It's so humbling to think that a little twelve year old boy could teach me so much.

First, I think that God taught me patience through Erick. Even though he didn't understand a word I said, and knew that I didn't understand him, he just loved me.

Most of the time he'd say something, I'd be like, "¿Mande?" So he'd say it again, and I'd have to tell him, "Mas despasio." So he'd say it slower. And then I'd have to ask Amanda or Tenisha what he said, and by then it'd lost its charm or whatever, but he didn't leave my side. He kept trying and trying to communicate with me. Erick was just so patient.

Another thing about him is that he wanted something so bad that he didn't give up. He wanted to talk to me. It just shows me that if I really, really want something, that I shouldn't give up on it. Work for it, and not drop it when it gets too frustrating.

Something else was that he was always so happy. All of the people there were. It didn't even really dawn on me that they were poor until I got home and saw how much we had. It didn't even seem that they were poor, because they weren't. We are the ones who are poor. They were happy with whatever they had because they had each other and they had God. What do we have? We have big houses and cell phones and iPods and laptops, and we still want more. But what did I hear when they prayed?

"Thank you for the stars so we can look at them at night." That's what they said! They said "Gracias," over and over and over again when they prayed. It was the only word that I understood when they talked, but that's what I kept hearing! They aren't always asking God for things, they're thanking him for what they have!

I just need to remember, all of us do, that we have a lot. And I know I don't always realize that.

When I gave Erick something I had made, he would take it and make it even better, and then just give it right back to me because he wanted me to have it. It just struck me that that is the attitude I need to have more than anything. God has blessed me with so much, and I need to make it better, then give it right back to me.

Never in the Bible does it ever say that God says "Thank you" for anything. He will say "Well done" or "Good", but he never says "Thank you" because it's your duty to do good things. Anything that God entrusts me with, I need to make it beautiful and worthy of this King so that I can give it back to him and have him say not "Thank you", but "Well done, thy good and faithful servant."

God has shown me more of His heart through this little boy. Erick has done more for me than he will ever know.

Thank you, brother. I love you, and I will never forget you.

The next day we debriefed, and then the day following, we drove into Oaxaca City to do some shopping. (And one of the interns at the base, Jordan, blew up Doug's pillow with dinamite before we left.) The markets are full of anything you could ever want to buy. Literally. They have anything from dried grasshoppers (to eat, of course. I bought some for my brother), baby turtles, purses, Oaxacan sweatshirts (cooler than they sound), all the way to black mole (moh-lay).
I bought a lime green wool woven backpack, something for Sara, the bag of grasshoppers, a liter of vanilla, a Oaxacan hammock, and a luciador mask (like the one from Nacho Libre. Actually, that movie was filmed in Oaxaca City. Random fact).
We spent the night in a hotel (nice as far as Mexican hotels go) and I finally got a hot shower. Did I mention that the showers at the base are only two minutes long in freezing cold water, and that I didn't shower at all in the four days I stayed in Tidaa? Nope? Okay.
And the window for some reason lead out to the hallway. So we were like a gringa museum. Click on the link and you'll know what a gringo is. ("¿Donde esta Casa del Gringos?" -Blacklock.)
The next morning we were up at 4:30 am so we could get our junk packed up and downstairs by 5:00 and eat a light breakfast, then be able to catch our plane by 7:00. Hence sleeping in the hotel.
So we all pile in the van and I fall asleep, and then we all arrive and pile out, grab our junk, and get in line. Caleb and Michael had bought sombreros the day before and were wearing them, Caleb was wearing his Oaxaca sweatshirt, I had my gifts compiled into my woven lime-green backpack slung across me, and my other one on my back. Kristen had her pretty purse that would have been sixty dollars back in the States with who knows what in it.
My liter of vanilla was in my bag, and the guy searching looks at it and was like, "¿Vah-nill-ah??" in a thick Spanish accent. I nodded, and he warned me that I'd have to throw that out once we got to Mexico City, because they'd take it away.
So we get our seats for our plane. Doug and Amanda I know had seats together, Michael I think was with them. Alex was in the middle of nowhere, and Blacklock and Abby were behind Kristen, me, and Caleb, who were in a row. Kristen had 4F, I had 4E, and Caleb had 4D. F-E-D.
The plane ride was reletively short. I read my book, Kristen read hers, Caleb twitched for a while and fell asleep.
At the Mexico City Airport, I tried to figure out a way to smuggle my liter of vanilla through security. Kristen helped me stick it at the bottom of my non-woven backpack in a bag I bought that looks like a woven blanket, and then we put all my books and Curt over it. We hoped that would keep them from finding it during the searches.
Amanda, Kristen, and I went to Starbucks. Apparently they sell these really yummy sandwiches at the Starbucks in the Mexico City Airport that are all melted and panini-ish and so freaking GOOD. I got one for lunch and ate half, and stuck the other my woven backpack.
Us girls met up with the guys and Abby and sat at Gate 38 waiting for our plane to be called. I ate half of the half of my sandwich waiting. Doug bought a apple soda to smuggle.
Our plane got called and I stuck my bag on the table to be searched. The guy who was looking through my junk wasn't really paying half of his attention, and casually looked through my woven bag, then the first pocket of my non-woven bag where the vanilla was hiding under everything. Nothing. Then he opened the pocket where I had a few pads and a tampon in and he looks -- and then quickly, quickly zips it and gives it back to me.
I almost died laughing in the terminal.
And that's how I smuggled a whole liter of vanilla into America!
Kristen, Caleb, and I were in the same row again. Same seats, different asle. So I was still in the middle seat with Kristen on my left and Caleb on the right with the window seat.
I started reading my book (House by Ted Dekker and Frank Parelli) again as soon as we took off, and Caleb started reading over my shoulder, and then kept reading for, like, ten minutes. I got up to pee, and he was like, "Can I read that?"
I just look at him and was like, "Yee-aah...I've got another one. Go ahead."
So when I get back I dig through my green woven backpack and get The Truth About Forever out and start reading it while he's speeding through the pages.
The flight attendants handed out earphones and then after a few shows on the fold out TVs, a thing about how they make dentures comes on. So the three of us watch that. So. Weird.
Then we keep reading.
Three hours later, we're back in Denver, and I turn my head to see how far Caleb got, and he's like, almost done with the book. Dead serious. I'd read 90ish pages in three hours (note: easily distracted on planes) and he was, like, 300ish pages in.
Everyone piles off the plane and we go through immigration, read a sign about not smuggling parrots in, don't tell anyone about the vanilla, and we spit to drive back to the church (one and a half hours), Kristen and I with Amanda's mom and Amanda and Doug.
Then we go to Red Robin and I get a freckled lemonade, my parents come pick me up, I hug my mom, I hug my dad, and I'm home.

And that was my Mexico Adventure.

Sidenote: My brother has the swine flu (we think, because he had to come home from camp late last night sick, and the camp had one confermed case of H1N1), and I miss Erick.

~Steph

Philippians 4:8

2009-07-12T17:18:00.001-07:00

Made this for Mexico homework. It's pretty cool.

Fanfic!

2009-06-24T11:33:00.000-07:00

I don't know how many of you were following my Maximum Ride Fanfic called "Still" (the one where Max gets pregnant and has a son named Silence with Fang? Look up "cr0w52" on Fanfiction.net and you can find the whole thing if you want), but for those of you who were, I have an update chapter for you.
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“What? The zoo?” I asked aghast.
Angel and Gazzy had run in while I was feeding Silence and announced that we were going to the zoo today. The Denver Zoo. Fun.
So of course that went over like a ton of freaking bricks. I groaned.
Nobody’s gonna think it’s normal for a seventeen year old girl to be walking around with a eight month old baby in a Snugli slung around her chest. I already get horrible looks from people in the grocery store like, Oh that horrible, dirty child. The things kids do these days…
“Please, Max?” Angel begged. “Silence will be fine, and nobody’s gonna shoot you dirty looks because you and Fang look like responsible teenage parents.” She said “responsible” in a lower, Mr. Collins kind of voice. (Pride and Predjudice, people, stick with me.)
Way to think embarrassing thoughts around a mind reader. Dimwit.
“What’s going on?” Fang asked, suddenly just there and leaning on the doorframe. He walked in and took the bottle of formula that I was feeding our son, and taking Silence in his strong arms. “Hey, there,” he cooed, looking into our baby’s beautiful dark chocolate eyes and smiling in a special way that he never did for anyone else. Not even me.
Fang sat down next to me on the bed. I leaned my head on his shoulder. “The zoo,” I told him.
He kissed my forehead. “What about it?”
“The fact we’re going,” I said sarcastically.
The Gasman pouted, with his big blue eyes fixed on my face. “Please, Max?” he begged. “Your mom said we could go if you said it was okay.”
I love how my mother leaves ordering the flock around to me despite the fact I am now a mom.
Silence squirmed and grunted unhappily, and I took him from Fang’s loving arms and held him against my shoulder. “Who’s Momma’s boy, huh? Syyye…lenccce?” Silence!?” I held him so I could see his beautiful face light up at the sound of my voice.
Angel and Gazzy grinned when I looked at them, momentarily forgetting our conflict. “Where’s Gazzy?” the Gasman asked, standing next to me and stroking Silence’s thin black hair.
Sye’s head swiveled to look at Gazzy and he pointed at him. “Yeah!” Angel said, giggling.
Silence grinned his toothless grin.
Fang’s arms encircled us. “Where’s Daddy?” he asked in that voice only meant for dogs and small children. “Where’s Daddy?”
Silence grabbed a lock of Fang’s matching hair. “Gaaaw…” Silence gurgled for “Daw”. It was the farthest we’d gotten to “Daw-Daw”.
Fang grinned and took his mini-me out of my arms and held him in the air. “Up-bah!”
I was so engrossed watching my son and his father play that I didn’t notice the Gasman chanting my name over and over and over again. “Max Max Max Maxmaxmaxmax…?” he asked again, tugging at my arm.
“Yes?” I finally responded.
Angel jumped up and down hugging herself. “Yay! Thanks, Max!”
Then she and the Gasman ran out yelling for Nudge.
I groaned and leaned back on the bed, listening to Silence’s innocent laugh in comparison to Fang’s deep one. “The zoo it is,” Fang said.

“Max! Monkeys!” Angel grabbed my arm and yanked me one way towards a bunch of shrieking kids in front of a glass exhibit.
Fang followed me slowly, reading a map awkwardly with Silence slung across his chest in a Snugli grabbing at the paper. He looks so funny with the squirming baby and the Diaper Utility Belt (as we’ve so lovingly named the belt Iggy and the Gasman rigged for such an occasion. Much more convenient for both flying and walking around.) (Like the one from The Pacifier that the army dude has?) I love Fang. He has so much patience. “Cut it out!” he said, trying to read over the baby’s flailing limbs.
Silence gurgled.
“Max, can we get ice cream?” Nudge asked. “I’m getting hot.”
“Max, Iggy and I are going to go look at the gazelle exhibit, okay? I have my phone on,” Ella said hand in hand with Iggy and walking away.
“Max, I want to see the bears,” the Gasman complained.
“Ug! Max, Silence just burped up all over the map and I can’t read a thi-” Fang started in an irritated tone.
“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” I yelled, clutching my head, my face violently flushed.
Everyone stopped talking – even the people around us who we didn’t know – and they all looked at me with a “Oh, crap, she’s gonna blow” kind of look. Silence’s eyes crinkled and he started to pout, tears clouding his beautiful eyes, and goop dripping down his front. I reached over and unstrapped him from the Snugli. “Fang, do you have a wipe?” I asked calmly, cradling Silence in the crook of my arm.
Fang took a wipe out of his utility belt and handed it to me. I wiped Silence’s face and blue onesie, then cleaned off the Snugli. “Yeah, Nudgie, let’s all go get some ice cream. We all need to cool off.”
We all switched directions and headed for concessions. I brushed my lips against Silence’s temple, and then kissed him. Fang put his arm around me and kissed my head. “Tense?” he asked, smirking.
I bounced our son on my hip. “Just a little,” I breathed. “Why, what does it look like to you?”
He laughed a little. “You look positively pissed.”
I rolled my eyes. “Good,” I muttered, finding a picnic table and sitting down. “I’m going to strangle someone.”
Fang sat down on the same bench as me like it was a saddle and scooted really close so his legs touched me. He gave me a smug look and tried to take Silence out of my arms. I slapped his hand.
“Max; chocolate, vanilla, or twist?” Nudge asked, holding Angel’s hand and looking earnest.
I covered my eyes with my hand. “Oh…twist,” I decided out of random, looking up.
“Fang?”
“Chocolate,” he said without missing a beat. Of course. It’s dark, he’s dark. “Get a spoon for Sye, will you?”
She nodded. “Sure thing,” she said, then walked off with Angel and the Gasman.
Two old folks walked past our table and glanced at me and Fang, and our son, with a disgusted gawk. “Kids these days,” the man said. “Can’t keep their hands to themselves.”
I groaned and put my hand under my chin when they passed. “I hate crowded places,” I said to Fang, who stroked our son’s flawless olive cheek as he sat on my lap and reached for a lock of my hair. “Muh!”
“Shh…” I murmured in a laugh, my hand trailing down his cheek to his neck.
“He sympathizes,” Fang said, a smile in his eyes.
I gave him a half of a grin. “I love you, you know that?”
Fang’s hand extended and traced my cheek tenderly. He smiled. “Yeah,” he said, and then leaned forward a little and kissed me gently on the lips. Our baby squirmed between us and we pulled apart just as Nudge walked up with her hands full of ice cream cones.
“Grab-it-grab-itgrabitgrabit!” she said urgently as the cones started to slip.
Fang reached over the table and took our two cones from her and the spoon she promised Sye. He dipped it into his chocolate cone and offered it to his son.
Silence held the cold cream in his mouth for a moment, then figured out that you’re supposed to swallow it, which he did. He reached for Fang’s hand. “Muh…” he prattled. Fang spooned some more and put it in his mouth.
“Max, can we go see the bears?” the Gasman asked.
I reached out and fluffed up his mohawk that had long since grown out. “Sure,” I said. “Fang, you wanna go with them?”
Fang licked his chocolate cone again. “Yeah, you want me to take Sye?” one of his fingers reached out and twirled his son’s hair around it.
Silence looked up at me and pointed. “Daw…” he said, frowning.
I smiled. “Yeah, go ahead,” I said, handing Silence over to Fang, who handed him to Gazzy and strapped the Diper Belt on.
I handed him the Snugli. “You look like…like…Batman!”
Nudge licked her chocolate/vanilla twist cone. “Yeah, he’s even dressed in black and has a utility belt! All he needs now is a cape.”
I reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a blue blanket with puppies on it, just as Gazzy handed Sye to Fang and put him in the Snugli. I walzed up to Fang and tucked the cape into the back of his shirt. “There!” I said grinning.
Angel, the Gasman, and Nudge cracked up just as Iggy and Ella came into view. “Hey, guys, you should really see –” Ella started, then stopped. “What the h is Fang wearing!?”
I grinned. “It’s Diaper Man and his trusty side-kick: Drool Boy!”
Silence slobbered on his hand and touched it to Fang’s face. Fang scowled.
Then we all cracked up all over again. I clutched my stomach and fell to my knees laughing, as did many of the flock.
So the zoo wasn’t so bad.

Huuungryyy...!!! (>_<)

2009-06-23T10:20:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I would have said that the recession is just bull, but it totally isn't. When people come to our house, they look at it and go, "Oh...you have such a pretty house. You must be rich."
Or at least they think that, but the point is that we don't have money. We literally live paycheck to paycheck, and we can't go get groceries until my dad gets paid on friday, but we already have no food in the house! I haven't even eaten breakfast, and don't plan to, because there's no foood! Not even pancakes!
The popcorn's even running low.
We have no bread, we have no butter, we have no salad, we're almost out of milk, we have nothing in the freezer, we have no frozen meat, we have no deli ham, we have nothing but noodles! And no sauce.
Yesterday I finished off the last of the cereal for breakfast, and then had noodles with the last of the sauce for lunch. I had a cup of plain noodles for dinner, and my mom gave my sister and I five dollars for Brunswick Zone so we could get dinner. Dinner! For five bucks!
So we got fries. Not even enough.

Another thing I hate is when I accidently oversleep until 11:00 in the morning. It drives me insane!

~Steph

Summer: So Far.

2009-06-16T11:07:00.000-07:00

How's your summer been? Mine's been boring! Yeah! No joke!

Just kidding. I've been having a pretty fun summer, actually. TNL started up (Tuesday Night Live), I've raised $574 of my $1,100 dollars for Mexico, and I have some new friends named Beetle and Fang -- or Becca and Ashley.

If anyone's ever wondered about what I look like, here's some incentive:

Story of that picture: Christina told me to find a random sixth grader and sit down next to them: so I found one. :D

The kid's reaction: Bahaha, good times! That was the second to last day of school, can you believe that? It's been so long.

I have to wear skirts in mexico, isn't that crazy? A kid could die from that! And Caleb, Alex, and Anderson will make fun of me because they think it's weird I'd ever wear a skirt! And I'm like, HEY! I have worn dresses before! And skirts! And Steve pulled out of the Mexico trip, sad day! Oh, well, at least I have other guy friends going.

Anyway, I have to go call some guy 'cause he bid on my Silent Auction for babysitting. Golly wolly.

For now,

Steph

Leaving -- Yet Again :(

2009-06-02T11:42:00.000-07:00

Okay, so last week I was in Lincoln, NE for a wedding my cousin was having. It was really, really nice! Like, like, like the ones in wedding magazines! It was totally INCREDIBLE!!
Anyway, we got back the day before yesterday, and we're leaving again today to get to Santa Fe, NM. We went there a few years ago and it was really pretty there. There's, like, a million art gallaries (which you know I'd LOVE!!) and the senery is spectacular.
So today I got up really early (8:00 am, which is early for me) to get all my junk put together. We "left" our emo dog Maggie at my grandma and grandpa's house in Lincoln (she's gonna come back with them next month when they come see us), and we brought Sabine, our weenie dog, over to Caleb's house, where she'll be staying for the week.
Oh! And something funny that happened while we were over at his house talking to his mom and himself;
Me: I don't think I could ever do poms.
Caleb's Mom (CM): I used to in high school. I could stand with my back to the wall and kick over my head and hit the wall I was backed up against.
Me: Wow. I can kick my face level, but that's it.
Caleb: Yeah, I can kick my face level, too.
Kristen: I can bring my foot up backwards and touch my head!
[WHUMP!!]
All Of Us: [look at Caleb, who is not flat on his back on the floor.] [Que histarical laughter from the rest of us.]
My Mom: [laughing hard] What were you doing?!
[Caleb winces and his mom grabs his arms to try and help him up.]
Caleb: I was trying to kick my face level, but I'm wearing new socks and I slipped! (on the wood floor.)
CM: Aw...honey, you're such a goofball.
Me: [can't stop laughing.] It's like trying to run up the wood stairs in socks at my house and falling on your face!

* * *

So that was my mild drama this morning. And now I will tell you how to make a really yummy sandwich.

Things you will need:

- Two slices of bread

- Deli turkey

- An apple

- Salad dressing of your choice

- Butter

- PAM

- A skillet

- An apple peeler

Directions: Put skillet on the stove (set on medium) to warm up. Put your apple through the apple peeler and then cut the apple in half. Take one half of the apple and set it aside. Put turkey on one the bread slices and then cut into fourths and set half of them aside. Now cut the other slice of bread into fourths and set aside. Divide the half of the peeled apple slices onto the turkey covered fourths of bread. To the untouched fourths of bread, apply your favorite salad dressing, and place on top of the other peices of bread. Now butter both sides of each tiny little sandwich. Spray PAM on the skillet, and grill the small sandwiches like a grilled-cheese-sandwich.

Searve warm with the other half of the apple on the side.

That's it!

~Steph

Last Days

2009-05-27T03:06:00.001-07:00

Eighth grade was a good year. I mean, there were bumps and dips here and there, but still. Fun.

I didn't accomplish my goal this year, to finish my novel, but that's okay. I did some pretty worth-while stuff.
I had some difficult things, too.

Youth group was the best this year, by far! I can't imagine a place I would rather be -- ever. I love it more than being at home. I have some great friends there. Chris and Cathy are now some of my closer adult friends, along with Blacklock and Abby. I feel blessed that they're part of my life.
But I lost some pretty close friends, too. I don't know what happened.

Wishes, I Wrote a Poem Without Meaning To.

I'm trying to figure out...where did the years of friendship go? I've known you since I could talk. What happened?
I wish we could stay young, raging hormone battles never fought. It would make things so much easier -- simplify things.
I wish we could all be seven and eight years old again.
Play in the woods behind my house for countless hours while our parents eat grilled chicken on the deck.
I wish I could stand on the huge rock again with you, shouting at people to beware, or we'd hit them with sticks.
I wish we could sit on the hammock at your house again eating Otter Pops and giggling..
I wish we could have those family get-togethers at your house and play Catch-Phrase, while your brother coughs something about coffee.
I wish we could play with your pet bird, and laugh when he bit you.
I wish we could watch movies in your basement.
I wish we could have Easter egg hunts.
I wish you were still part of my family.
I wish we never got older, and I could play with you forever and ever.
I wish we could get lost in our imaginary world again and shut the real one out.
I wish you were still my buddy.
I wish you still had my back.
I wish we never got older.
I wish we never grew apart.

But no matter how much I want it, I won't get my wish.

So I must say goodbye.

Like, OW!

2009-05-18T20:20:00.000-07:00

Okay, here's a tip for you all: DON'T TAKE UP CARVING. Unless you have someone watching you and giving you pointers. Remember a while back when I posted about my gaping flesh wound? Yeah, apparently not a flesh wound. Now I have an inflamed tendon from writing 'cause I nicked it with the knife. Also nerve damage. Ug. It even hurts to type! Ow, ow, ow.

If you're into it, could I get someone to pray for my hand so that it gets better? I can't write very well, or draw, or do simple things like, hey, playing my cello. Or piano? And I kind of need my hands to dig wells in Oaxaca. Heheh, problem.
So, yeah, if I could get someone to pray for me.
Oh, and if you happen to have any prayer requests, please let me know. I'd be happy to do so!
Later,
~Steph

The House. This is fun!

2009-05-05T16:42:00.000-07:00

Pick 8 random friends you feel comfortable around. (Four girls, four guys -- include yourself)
1. Newman
2. Landrum
3. Caleb
4. Steve
5. Christina
6. Sara
7. Steph (me!)
8. Carli

These eight people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.

There are four rooms, who would be in each room?
1. Steph and Carli
2. Christina and Sara
3. Newman and Landrum
4. Caleb and Steve

If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?
XD Me and Sara!

If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be?
Most mature girl in the house: Sara.
Most mature guy in the house: Steve.
There you go.

If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 7 in the house had some, who would you take it from?
Carli, she always has candy! That's what she's made out of!

If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be?
XDXDXDXDXD Newman and Christina! *runs away fast!* Hahahah!!

If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?
It would be Christina because she randomly HAS to do things because that's just what she does. It's like OCD, or something...

There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?
Steve and Caleb. Darn those boys. Tsk tsk.

Who would hate being in the house the most?
Steve and Carli. Steve because he's not a people person, and Carli because she hates Landrum and Newman.

Someone took (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?
CHRISTINA GET BACK HERE WITH THOSE SOCKS!!

Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?
Newman. He's so spankin' messy!

If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?
Everyone and Newman. Or me and Christina.

Who would be the one missing there boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?
Sigh, Carli.

You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in there Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one?
Probably Caleb. Although that is a horrible, horrible visual.

A pillow fight broke through, who started it?
Christina and Newman.

Theres a marathon of your favorite tv show, what is it? and who would be watching it with you? "ER"! And maybe Steve and Sara. Possibly Newman, and Landrum would be off Googling "Math" or something...

Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?
Newman, Me, Christina, Carli. Steve and Caleb would be making a military base in the garage or something.

There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters? Newman and Carli.

The musics too loud, who turned it up? ME!!

Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,
a) who is the first one to scream? -- Sara or Christina
b) and who is the one to jump is someones arms? Christina
c) Who would be the one to kill it? -- Me or Steve.

Someones crying, who is it and what happened? Newman's having a bi-polar breakdown.

Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire? Christina. .:*snickers*:.

Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house? Carli and Newman. Carli once had to leave a party because Newman was there!

Someones tanning on the roof who is it? It would TOTALLY be me!

Who is the tallest in the house? Caleb.

Who is the shortest in the house? Christina.

Who is the loudest? Definantly Newman. Without even thinking, that's the answer.

Who is the clown? Hm. Me and Caleb. Watching him dance to techno subconsiously is pretty freaking hilarious (okay, that was one time, and I don't think he knew I saw him).
And I'm just a scream, so I dunno.

Who is the one you go to talk to the most? Uh...Sara or Newman.

Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas? Well, Steve was known to set gasoline on fire in the sandbox and behead all the pastic knight figurines...but Newman does the dumbest things...

Who's in bed first? Carli. She's trying to excape Newman.

If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be? Newman and Christina.

Is always dancing? Uh...brain fart, I can't think! Probably Caleb, 'cause he's always tapping and tapping away to things.

Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them and who is it? It was TOTALLY Carli! She and I always wore the same t-shirt on the same day last year!

You spilt ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?
Well, here's what would happen: Christina would walk into the room, and then fall down, and then Newman would run down the hall screaming that she's gonna die, so Steve comes out of his room to see what's up, so Caleb follows him, and then they all end up on the kitchen floor not terribly happy with me.

That was really fun! You all try it now!

Cool Stuff

2009-05-03T15:35:00.001-07:00

I made this today in the Mexico Meeting. We're making these really cool cross necklaces made out of nails and wire to sell for, like, twenty bucks each. This one's mine, and I put it in the Mexican Flag colors, but it's cool, right? You can get them in a bunch of different colors, so Newman? CT? Sara? Anyone else who knows me personally can get one if they want, 'cause they're really freaking cool. But all the money we make goes to the Oaxaca trip. Should we go. There's a little problem with the Swine Flu, so if it doesn't improve at all by the end of the month, we're gonna pick a different destination.

~Steph

Mexico on the Horizon

2009-04-26T07:49:00.000-07:00

:D Yay! I'm on my way to getting to go to Oaxaca this summer!
Last night, I spend, what? Like, four hours writing and adressing ten support letters to some families that I know from church and my extended reletives. Hopefully someone will send me money so I can lighten my dept of $1,150. It kinda costs a lot for the transportation to even get to Oaxaca, and then the bus to get to Tlaxiaco, a small village in the mountains. It's in Southern Mexico.
Apparently, Tlaxiaco isn't your typical Mexico vacation. It's cold. You do not want to bring only shorts and t-shirts, because you will freeze.
From what my sister said about it last year, this is going to be a blast. And a lot of my friends are going (including Porpoise and EmoSqueeesh). This could be interesting.
And apparently, one year, Josh Chang jumped off the railing at the Base and onto a van. And then Kelsey freaked out because she was like 'youth group Mommy' until she graduated and went off to college.
I have to go now, I have church and after that, Mexico Meeting.
More on this later,
Steph

Vahaha! Zeee Reeeturn of Seeenor EmoSqueeesh!

2009-04-21T18:52:00.000-07:00

And all from a chat that Christina and Newman and I had...

Christina has joined
Michael: Plz! Yay
And I'm not dead
Christina: well thats good!!
6:50 PM
Michael: Did I freak u out
me: hallalujah
Christina: just a little bit
Michael: ?
Did I ?
me: nope. not a winkle.
Christina: ya freaked me out
6:51 PM
me: of course, YOU.
Christina: ...
Michael: Hehe...I wasn't gonna not go 2 school on tuesday
Christina: ...
6:52 PM
Michael: To add 2 the freaking u out
me: gee, thanks.
6:53 PM
EXACTLY WHAT I NEED.
Michael: :)
a dead friend
A emo crush
me: garr.
i'm gonna strangle you.
Christina: DO IT STEPH!!
me: I WILL
6:54 PM
Michael: Lol
me: okay, when you said "emo crush" i totally imagined a little emo kid going squish!
Christina: hahahahahahahahahahaha
6:57 PM
me: dun dun dun...
Christina: !
Michael: Lol
me: he hasn't text back
jaws theme plays
Christina: grr
6:58 PM
me: why are you 'grr' ing?
Michael: Lol
me: wait a second, she just DOES that from time to time, doesn't she?
Christina: ...
6:59 PM
yep!!!!
Michael: Ya
me: did she just choke on something?
Michael: And then she bites u
me: maybe a crushed emo?
Michael: :)
Lol!
Christina: thats too much!!!!!
me: maybe un-barfed chocolates?
Christina: hahaha
7:00 PM
like her hair!!!
Michael: Lol
me: the whole of New Hampshire?
Michael: ?
Christina: !!!!
me: Steph's horribly ancient computer?
Michael: XD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lol
me: Steph's horribly ancient iPod?
Christina: OMG
me: WHY DO YOU HAVE MY IPOD, CRETIN??
7:01 PM
yanks out of Christina's throat
Michael: ?
me: THAT'S MINE!!
Michael: What in goshs name?
Christina: gags
me: gosh?
haha i just got it
i'm so dumb...
Michael: Wow
Christina: woooow
brb
Michael: Ya
Kk
7:03 PM
me: I've got it.
She was hanging out with Rrrrroberrrrto Lindeen and they were eating un-barfed chocolates and Rrrrroberrrrto got mad at Christina while she was eating these un-barfed chocolates and he punched her. So she started choking, and he started swearing at her in Spanish, but she wasn't dying yet, so he grabbed a dinner plate and smashed it over her head.
7:04 PM
...
i just freaked myself out a bit.
Michael has left
Michael has joined
Michael: Ya
Christina: o...m...g...
Michael: Ur a nutcase
7:05 PM
me: Hm...maybe pistachio.
I'm a pistachio case.
Michael: XD niceeeeee
me: You, however, niwat, are a Picancase.
Christina: ....
7:06 PM
Michael: Wow
Christina: dies laughing
me: WHY DO YOU FIND ME SO INSANELY FUNNY?? THAT WAS NOT FUNNY!!
Michael: Yes it was
I'm laughing 2 XD
7:07 PM
me: Oh, i see how it is. Now you're just gonna sit * sniff * around and * snort * laugh at the pistachiocase! You guys are great friends. Excuse me while i wipe my eyes with EmoSquish.
Michael: Thank u..snickers at himslef
Hahahhahahha! Lol!
7:08 PM Lamo!
Lmao*
No, that desevers a rotflmfao
me: Maybe we'll go and drink some rat poisening while we're at it! C'MON EMOSQUISH!!
7:09 PM
whaps JP with EmoSquish's squashed hand
Michael: Lol
me: THAT'S WHAT YOU GET JP!!!
7:10 PM
...
wow. i scare myself.
Michael: And I did drink rat posion But its a acholic drink
me: inhales EmoSquish and gets high
Michael: I had a sip of my parents
Wow
7:11 PM
U've lost all small bit of insanity
me: No, i've severed all ties with reality. wipes eyes
Michael: Allow me to join u
me: it's just so...so...HARD sometimes! so hard. maybe i'll go join the monkeys on the bed.
...
Michael: -grabs razor- -cuts himself- YE HAW!
7:12 PM
Eshabalaba daga balaba
me: NO! BAD EMO! squishes with thumb
Michael: Hey! -cuts steph-
Christina: DO NOT GET BLOOD ON THE RUG!!
me: bleeds all over the rug anyway
Michael: To late!
me: HE HIT AN ARTARY!!
7:13 PM
Michael: -cuts tina-
me: I'M GONNA BLEED OUT!!
Michael: Opps
Bye steph
me: x_X
Michael: We might miss u
me: is pronounced dead on sight
Michael: Probally not
Opps
Christina: WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THE BODY?!
me: twitch twitch
Michael: Eat it!
7:14 PM
-grabs hand-
-eats it-
me: twitch GASP AAAAIIIRRR!!!!
Michael: Yum!
Christina: she doesnt taste good.
me: CANIBALS! I'M BEING EATEN BY CANNIBALS!!!
Michael: -cuts both of stephs wrists.i
me: HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! AND I'M BLEEDING! ALL OVER THE RUG HOLY CRAP
Christina: the blood
Michael: -shoots-
shut up!
7:15 PM
Be dead!
So we can eat in pease
me: bleah
X_x
Michael: The blood tastes good
Cause I'm a vampire
Rawr
me: i am not enjoying listening to this
Christina: ew. dont eat the hair.
me: SAVE ME, EMOSQUIISH!
EmoSquish to the rescue!
Michael: Lol
me: Kills everyone
Michael: Eats emo sqwish
7:16 PM
Hah
Plan failed!
me: lights candle it's dark in here!
Christina: who BIT ME?!
Michael: Lol... AH! STOMACH BURNING
me: It's Spiffy and Pooky!
Michael: RUNS AROUND LIKE A MAD MAN
Ahhhh!
me: RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIVVVEEEESSSSS
7:17 PM
Michael: Eats fire estingishure
Lol
me: is still dead on the floor
Michael: We should burn her
me: !!!
no!
BAD IDEA
Christina: good plan!!
Michael: And then eat the ashs
Christina: lets do it!!!
me: at least i'm going to heaven...
Michael: -covers in gas-
7:18 PM
me: EmoSquish RIPPS himself out of niwat's tummy!
Michael: would u like to do the honnors?
SHUT UP DEAD BODY! UR DEAD
me: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!
Michael: SHOTS EMO
No!
me: rises like a zombie
Christina: ahhhhh!!!
Michael: Covers in gas
Lites a match
me: you can't kill a zombie...
7:19 PM
Michael: Now u both burn!
Sets both on fire
Run tina! Run!
Christina: you now burn!!
me: i dont vurn. i'm a zombie
Michael: -runs-
me: Vun! Chrisvina! Vun!
Michael: AHHHHHHH
me: I VAM A VAAAAMPIIIIRE!!!
Michael: Well
7:20 PM
me: VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Michael: I'm a va,pire
me: <=many fangs of doom
Michael: Not u dangit! Lol
me: :K
Michael: Brb..gotta call ryan
me: ug. right when it's getting really interesting. i'm soooo posting this on my blog
Christina: what a loser
7:21 PM
im putting it on facebook me: I HAVE TO PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Christina: me too.
brb
7:23 PM
Michael: Me 2...but I'm stuck in a car
me: VAHAHA! zee reeturn of seeenor eeemo-squeeesh EMOSQUEEESH!!
7:24 PM
Christina: !!
Michael: :-/ Uggggggg
me: hahaha
7:25 PM
Michael: No... -shots with only zombie killing gun- BAD EMO SQUISH!
Christina: kill 'im!!
7:26 PM
me: NO!!!!!!!!
Christina: YES!!!
Michael has left
Michael has joined
me: DON'T KILL EMOSQUEEESH!!
Christina: kill him!! now!!
Michael: TO LATE
7:27 PM
Christina: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michael: HE'S GONE HE'S ALLREADY DEAD MUHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
me: :(
Christina: YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!! haha! M
ichael: -hi5 tina!-
7:28 PM
me: christina! remember who we're killing :(
Christina: ... oh dear thats a problem now isnt it?
me: yeah, sad day. don't tell niwat.
Christina: i shall not tell niwat.
7:29 PM
me: gracias. and EmoSqueeesh could TOTALLY kill Niwat.
Christina: yeah he could
Michael has left
7:30 PM
Michael has joined
me: XD i just drew EmoSqueeesh.
Christina: wonderful
Michael: Wow
We killed the person steph likes.
Oops
me: EMOSQUEEESH
7:31 PM
what about the person I like?
Christina: what are you saying, Niwat?
Michael: Person Steph likes=EmoSquish
I read everything u said
7:32 PM
About not telling me
me: ? that's irritating.
Michael: ;)
Christina: i think you're crazy. 7:33 PM AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 *!
Michael: Lol
me: and it's EmoSqueeesh.
With three 'e's.
Christina: THREE EEEEEEEEE'SSSS
7:34 PM
remember that. now im just freaking myself out.
7:35 PM
Michael: Lol
me: wow. i'm gonna scan EmoSqueeesh and post him on my blog. it's pretty funny.

I Hope to Start Something

2009-04-04T11:08:00.001-07:00

Okay, anyone else wanna post their baby pics? Whenever there's a older girl and a younger girl, that's me (the younger one) and Kristen (the older one). The one with me and a boy...well, that's my cousin who now looks like the guy who played Edward in Twilight. Hahaha, we tease him about it.

Good Book: Thr3e by Ted Dekker

2009-03-28T12:15:00.001-07:00

"Kevin Parson is alone in his car when his cell phone rings. A man calling himself Slater offers a deadly ultimatum: You have exactly three minutes to confess your sin to the world. Refuse, and the car you're driving will blow sky hight. Then the phone goes dead.
Kevin panics. Who would make such a demand? What sin? Yet not sure what else to do, Kevin swerves into the parking lot and runs from his car. Just in case.
Precisely three minutes later, a massive explosion sets his world on a collision course with madness. And that's only the first move in this deadly game."

Three riddles. The first, three minutes. The second, thirty. The third, sixty. No cops. One bomb on bus 3, Third street.

Thr3e

Okay, So Big Snowstorm

2009-03-26T23:34:00.000-07:00

Doesn't the guy in this picture look like Fang? His name's Sosuke Sagara, and the girl behind him is Kanamah Chidori. Squee!
Today I woke up at eleven and it was snowing. Hard. So I went downstairs and got on the computer, doing my usual rounds on the downstairs internet connection.

Then I went upstairs again and made myself some pancakes and scrambled eggs because I was really hungry...and it was still snowing. Harder.

I thought that was kind of strange, so I went back downstairs and roleplayed for about three hours before I got bored and went to get my dad's laptop. It was still snowing. I couldn't see the shed. Heck, I couldn't see the freaking road.

Then I went up to my room with my hyjacked laptop and watched Full Metal Panic episodes until about an hour ago. And it's still snowing.

My brother's friend got to sleep over and extra night because of the weather, and they're in the other room giggling about who knows what and whispering like fifth grade girls.

Anyway, just thought I'd let EVERYONE know how uneventful my day was. I hope you had fun hearing it.

~Steph

Will Starve For Food.

2009-03-12T22:39:00.000-07:00

30 Hour Famine! ==> link

I'm not gonna eat anything from 10:00 am on Friday to 4:00 pm on Saturday.

Join the club,

Be Hungry.

~Steph

So I've Started Drawing Anime

2009-03-08T13:52:00.001-07:00

Yeah, recently i've started drawing anime. So this is Seth in anime version. And holy crap, this is only the beginning.

The Lime Has Landed.

2009-03-07T19:27:00.000-08:00

Okay. So my brother, Limer, is now in the wonderful world of blogger. Yes, people, we are expanding. Bear with us.
So, little Danny Limer is a hilarious kid who hasn't really gotten anywhere, but let's all make him feel welcome! Welcome Limer!!
Visit him at http://limerd.blogspot.com

Bookmarks for All You Seth, Jenn, and Flashman Fans!

2009-03-07T12:06:00.001-08:00

Click to enlarge, copy and paste on MS Paint to print...or whatever you can use to print it off. I made them while I was really tired last night at one-0-clock. XD

Seth's Life Is Now In Grave Danger (or, okay, the 'delete' button)

2009-03-04T20:31:00.001-08:00

Since nobody reads my writing blog, I'm shutting it down. If you have a problem with this, maybe try commenting every so often.

Geez, people.

~Steph

This is Curt.

2009-03-03T20:54:00.000-08:00

I spent five and a half hours working on him. But isn't he cool?

In the Spirit of Infants...

2009-02-23T19:51:00.000-08:00

Asher! (see below)

Okay, so this week my school's doing the baby project for all the eighth graders. Mine is a boy and his name is Asher Isaiah. Sara named her Pomagranate (??).

So in the spirit of infants, I thought I'd share this disterbing fact with you. There was a baby born to a 13 year old (Alfie Patten) and his 15 year old girlfriend. HOW FREAKISH IS THAT???

Look, he's baby-faced, his voice hasn't broke, he's the definition of a kid, and look, for yourself...

...that he looks like the kid's older brother. Is it nasty that a kid could even get a girlfriend and have sex at 13?? Holy crow. He looks like he's nine.

My sister said that even though she was 15 and he was 13, her mom still let him spend the night.

See, there's him again. Bad influence? Yes. Here's the caption for that photo: "How does Alfie feel about all of this? Devastated! He agreed to take a DNA test, and according to the Sun, earlier this week he expressed his anger by wearing a hoodie displaying the message, "I'm the daddy, if not f**k you all I'll still be there." (I hate to pass judgment, but who lets their kid wear something like this?)"
So, yeah. Awkward.

~Steph

Links to learn more: 1, 2, 3, 4

Ginny's baby, Hannah's baby, and my baby

trip! ...www...oah... wobble

2009-02-18T16:59:00.000-08:00

Okay, so today during Social Studies, I had the weirdest sensation. I was dizzy and I couldn't feel my legs. Ever been that lightheaded? It was like I was floating. So I endured the block period and during Science I told Ms. Haney that I needed to go down to the office because I was gonna fall over any second. And she tells me to fill out my planner. Who tells a kid who's as dizzy as a dodo to fill out their planner so they can go to the nurse?
Anyway.
So I get down to the office (without tripping down the stairs!) and tell the lady at the desk that I feel dizzy, so she sends me to go sit in the nurse's office. And then the nurse somehow knows my name and is like, "Stephany...and you're feeling dizzy?"
Nod.
"Here, I'll get you a drink of water," she says, and fills a Dixie cup full of water and gives it to the guy sitting next to me.
Then later she asks me if that water helped and was like, "Wait, did I get you water? Who did I give water to?"
The boy raises his hand, and the nurse gets me a Dixie cup and I down it in small sips. She asks me if I'm feeling better now. I shake my head. So she tells me to call my mom. I do. Then she gets a phone call that her own child at an elementary school is sick and needs to go home.
So I wait for my mom to get there for twenty minutes while watching the clock with great interest. Then Kristina's mom comes in and asks me if i'm feeling okay. I tell her that I feel dizzy and my mom's coming to get me.
Then when my mom finally shows up, i grab my backpack and almost fall over, then regain my balence, and walk out with her.
Then we had to go to the grocery store and my mom takes half an hour while I wait in the car because the computers were having technical issues. I read my Maximum Ride in Manga. Then I read the Authors note. Then I read the fifth book preview. Then I start to read it again. Then I get bored and recline my seat so that I can lay down. Then I get hungry and get some banana bread out of my backpack and start to eat it. Then my mom shows up.
We go home, and I go downstairs and watch The Lion King with my sick brother who has the same thing as I do. After that, I go on facebook and make a character on Pet Society named Scar. And then Daniel wants me to watch Homeward Bound with him, so we do that, and then we watch CyberChase for lack of anything better to do.
Then I'm so hungry I feel like puking, but I don't have anything in my stomach, so I can't puke, so I just sit on the couch and start reading the Maximum Ride Manga thing again, and then I go back downstairs and talk to my elementary best friend, Lily, and she tells me that Mrs. Terpstra died of breast cancer. Mrs. Terpstra taught me long devision and was my friend. :(

So yeah, not the best day I've ever had.

And on top of it all, I can't go to Youth Group tonight! Waaahhh!!!

Seth's blog has 24 followers. Huh.

~Steph

I...Yeah. I've Been Tagged

2009-02-12T20:42:00.001-08:00

I got tagged by Ruby, and now i have to share 14 things about myself, because I am 14 years old (in, like, two weeks).

1. I have three facebook accounts, three emails, and i contribute to five blogs.

2. I'm writing a novel. Currently it's called "Yours to Hold" because taht was my favorite song at the time I started writing it.

3. I type really fast.

4. I'm watching ER, and it's my absolute favorite show. And it's ending this season. :(

5. I know for a fact that Seth and Jenn aren't going out. They're...i don't know how to say it. Um...something between 'crush' and 'in love'.

6. I'm part Cherokee Indian

7. I'm going snowboarding on Saturday with a bunch of guys.

8. I don't like the Jonas Brothers.

9. My favorite band is Skillet. My favorite song is "Everyone Like Me" by Thousand Foot Krutch".

10. My sister is waiting to kick me off the laptop. I don't want off.

11. I have a younger brother, Daniel, and an older sister, Kristen.

12. AND TWO MOMS NAMED KAREN AND LEIGH!!! XD not really. Inside joke.

13. I'm tired.

14. I like clay.

There, I'm done.

Fang is so Dumb.

2009-02-08T20:53:00.001-08:00

Just click on it to make it bigger. It's hilarious. I drew it in math because my student teacher is boring. XP

!!!! Hopefully this week goes really fast because I'm going on a Youth Group ski and snowboard trip! And I'm the only girl skiing, so get to spend the day with the guys. :( Oh well, at least Chris and Caleb are there to keep me entertained. AND HOPEFULLY MY BACK DOESN'T GIVE OUT LIKE IT DID LAST WEEK!! That would suck.

~Steph

OKAY. Sit Tight. We'll Get Through This...

2009-02-08T13:16:00.000-08:00

I lost my jump drive. Again. Just sit tight until i find it and we'll all be okay.

In the meantime, i can't write at all. So, yeah.

Questions You MUST Answer!

2009-02-02T20:49:00.000-08:00

1. Do you read my writing blog?
2. Why don't you?
3. Do you know who Seth is?
4. Are you aware he's not real?
5. Do you read his blog?
6. Do you think Michael needs to get some serious help?
7. Jenn + Seth? (Jeth?)

I NEED TO KNOW THESE ANSWERS!! Thanks for your understanding! Please comment your answers in numerical order.

~Steph

Hehe, I'm Not Cheating...rocks back and forth on heals

2009-02-01T16:01:00.000-08:00

Okay, for anyone who's being an idiot like me for that science project we have to do at my school (if you go to it) and not filling out that ten-day-weather-sheet-thing, here's a cheat site. It's amazing and I used it because I was being a moron and hadn't filled it out until today.

We went skiing this weekend (and I snowboarded) and my back really hurts now. Waaah.

~Steph

The Reason...

2009-01-29T20:13:00.001-08:00

This is the reason that "Everyone Like Me" by TFK reminds me of Maximum Ride. Every time.

And if you've never seen this video, man you're missing out.

The Geese and England (and some Corr)

2009-01-29T17:16:00.000-08:00

Okay, today we were in health class learning about the 'Miracle of Life' when Mr. Corr realized that there was a big flock of geese on the soccer field. Last week he was joking about sending a kid after them someday and just freaking them out.

Well today, Andrew England (short, blond-haired, blue-eyed kid with freckles) was more hyper than usual.

Mr. Corr's like, "Oh, look, there's a big flock of geese on the soccer field. Oh...God, I should send some kid out there an be like BLEH! on them," he says, spreading his arms like a monster at the 'blah' part. "Heh heh heh."

Andrew's like, "AH! CAN I GO AFTER THEM? PLEASE? I've had a brownie and three tick-tacks, can I go scare them?! Please, Corr?!"

Mr. Corr looks at us for a second and says in a hushed voice. "Okay, this is what we're gonna do. Roakker, you hold go with England and let him back in."

So Andrew and Roakker take off towards the athletic doors and the rest of the class watches from the window as little Andrew England runs out and goes straight through the flock and it spreads like the Red Sea. And we laugh like crazy when the whole flock freaks out and flies away.

Priceless. Priceless.

Mr. Corr said that you can grow human ears on the back of mice (like on Fang's blog) and put them on burn victims! Ew! But so cool! There's this guy in my Karate who's missing an ear due to a fire. It used to be gross, but now it's okay 'cause I've known him for a while.

Question: Seth + Jenn?

Comment.

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2009-01-24T21:30:00.000-08:00

Nothing Better.

2009-01-24T16:59:00.000-08:00

So yesterday, Kristen and I were really bored, so we grabbed a bunch of stuff for tea and made some while watching Phantom of the Opera in the basement kitchen. It was sweet. And then we decided we wanted to make some potato chips, so we brought down a bunch of crap downstairs to fry potatoes and the were addicting. You have no idea how good homemade fried stuff is. YUM!!

Wow. My brother is so fifth grader. He's in the other room watching videos about daschounds on YouTube. Weird. Oh-kay.

Then I stayed up till one-thirty reading Fanfiction. Fun, fun, fun! And I got up at twelve today and read more Fanfiction, then went and got my hairs cut (because they don't just cut one hair. duh). And then my sister wanted to go look at CCU (Colorado Christian University) because she was thinking about going to school there after high school. It's a pretty cool campus. Small. Tidy. Just don't leave your socks laying around and you're golden. XD

And now I'm getting some crap about writing something about bombs on Seth's blog when I said that none of this was real! It's all in a novel I'm writing! Seth doesn't exist, people! Get the picture? Here's a link if you have no idea what i'm talking about.

And sorry about not writing more Fanfiction. I'm having writer's block!

Nobama,

~Steph

Okay, What the Crap?

2009-01-20T21:03:00.000-08:00

What's this? I spend, like, forever typing out a chapter and I get TWO COMMENTS. TWO COMMENTS. Really, people?

The Other Half of Chapter 11 of My Fanfiction

2009-01-20T16:27:00.000-08:00

Noooo!!! Obama's President!!! I'm gonna cryyyy!!!! *bawls*

But I found my jump drive in my Dad's car. No idea how it got there...but yeah.

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Max POV

It was snowing and it was pretty cold. Mom made us all put on coats and take flashlights to go look for him. Angel stayed close to me and held my hand as we swept yet another street with flashlights calling out Total’s name. Angel started to cry, so Fang picked her up and held her as we kept searching.
The bad thing about Total being a talking dog is that we can’t just go to the Dumb Friends League and pick up a beagle. No. We have to get Total back. And if he dies, it will feel like a flock member dying.
“Fang? Maybe we should go in and call it a day,” I suggested, shivering.
Angel had fallen asleep over his shoulder with her face pressed into his neck. His neck was frosted over a bit from where he’d been crying on him.
“Maybe,” was all Fang said.
Just then, we heard the Gasman screech, “Total!”
Iggy with Ella, and Nudge ran over to where his voice was heard. Fang looked at me and hugged Angel closer, and we walked over too.
Before we reached it, Iggy turned back to us with a little frozen heap of black fur. I whimpered. “He’s not breathing, but he might have a chance because he’s frozen,” Iggy said. “Let’s get him back to your mom, Max.”
We all quickened our pace and headed back to the house.

“Mom? Mom!?” Ella yelled into the house. “We found him, but I—we think he’s dead.”
Dr. Martinez ran and grabbed her stuff. “Get him on the kitchen table on a clean towel,” she instructed, “I need to get something.”
Iggy set him on the table. Angel was awake now, and she sat at one of the chairs stroking his ice-crusted fur. “It’s gonna be okay, Total,” she told him.
I don’t know where my mother got electric paddles, but she brought them in. “Someone start chest compressions on him, try and get his heart started,” she instructed, hooking up the electrical cords.
“Oh, God,” Nudge moaned as Iggy started pressing his hands on the dog’s chest and leaning in and off.
“No change,” he said, when he stopped and listened to the Total’s heart.
Okaaay…
“Clear,” Dr. Martinez said, coming for him with the paddles and pressing them down.
Total flopped limply on the table as electricity overwhelmed his body.
No change.
Dr. Martinez tried again. “Clear.”
No change. Angel’s mouth curved down severely, threatening another outburst of tears. I gathered her in my arms and she wept into my chest.

I FOUND MY JUMP DRIVE!!! hugs

2009-01-19T20:01:00.000-08:00

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Okay. Sorry, i'm just really, really happy i didn't just loose all my writing. *whew*

So, um, new chapter on my writing blog! Here's the Link. You didn't know I had a writing blog? Wow. Unobservant much? Hahaha. Just kidding.

Oh, and I can't stress how important it is to comment because it makes me feel special and all warm and fuzzy.

~Steph

DANG IT.

2009-01-18T11:30:00.000-08:00

I think I lost my jump drive. At the movie theatre. Like, yesterday, Steve and Caleb called me and asked if Kristen and I wanted to go to the movies with them because they were bored, so we went and saw Yes Man at 3:30. We got our Icees and sat down, and I think my drive was in my pocket and fell out.

DANG IT DANG IT DANG IT DANG IT DAAANGGG IIIT!!!

I am SOOO mad.

But then the funny part about going with them was that they thought we had a ride, so when we went to the bathroom, they started walking back to Steve's house, so when we got out, they were gone. So Kristen and I thought they might be in the bathroom, so we sat at a bench and waited.

...and waited.

...and waited.

and they eventually didn't show up so we called Steve's mom to see if she had Caleb's cell phone number (because I don't have it) and she asked if we needed a ride to her house ('cause that's where we were originally planning). So we said we did, and she came to pick us up right as Dad called back (we'd called him a million times), and he told us he was picking. us. up.
and he sounded really scary, too.

But apparently Caleb and Steve got yelled at by Steve's mom because she's really protective of girls (and especially us because she's known us since we were little and she has three sons). It was all really sad.

but so, so, funny.

Gazelles!!

2009-01-17T21:25:00.000-08:00

Link One : Gazelle Status...FAIL
Link Two : Gazelle Status...FAIL.
Link Three: Gazelle status...FAIL. <==this one's the best!

lesson learned, GAZELLES ALWAYS FAIL. NEVER TRUST A GAZELLE!!

And then there's: Link Four, where the Gazelle does not fail!

Hehehe.

2009-01-16T09:18:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I'm at school, and I really shouldn't be on here, but who cares? We should be working on "The Amazing Adventures of Squidgemous Nomenclature" but I really can't do anything unless Ginny finishes her part.
So I just took the extra laptop and I'm sitting in the back of the science room goofing off [in my mind] and doing nothing productive.

Hey, but i look like I am! I keep pulling up the document from the dock every time she circles around.

It's pretty funny and I'm so getting in huge trouble if she catches me because she is EVIL. Almost as bad as Anne Walker. Almost.

So i'm thinking about just writing more Fanfiction as I'm waiting here doing evil and trying to stay out of trouble. And Ginny's sitting next to me on her laptop writing--HEY, GINNY GET TO WORK! She's actually reading my fanfiction.

So yeah. Ug! 40 minutes until lunch! I am going to DIE.

~Steph

Chapter 11

2009-01-15T19:53:00.000-08:00

Ug. My back hurts so bad today. And it did yesterday too. And the day before. And the day before.

Huh. I guess we could say my back SUCKS. I HATE MY BAAACK!!! I can't even do Karate this month because it hurts to stand up. Okay, hands up if you think i'm a cripple? Huh. Wow.

And sorry I haven't been posting. A girl has homework, you know? I had to do my book response thing, and i didn't sticky note my book, so kinda sucky. But i'm done with it now. *claps hands*

ah--ooo!

Okay, so poll results:

Max have a baby? It was close. 52% said yes, 48% said no. I figured i'd post it as a seperate story.

Number? 31% said twins, 52% said one, and 15% said triplets (NOT GONNA HAPPEN)

Name? Falcon: 10%, Spade: 26%, Nick: 21%, Hawk: 10%, Spade Falcon: 21%, Nick Spade: 10%. So we're going with Spade. Or Spade Falcon.

AH-OO!

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“Okay, all of you sit,” Max’s mom ordered, sounding utterly ticked off.
We all sat down on the opposite side of the table obediently. I slouched and crossed my arms over my black sweatshirt.
Dr. Martinez paced the area behind the table. “What do you boys think you’re doing? This is ridicules! Especially you, Iggy. I expected more out of you! Now you’re trying to seduce my thirteen-year-old daughter into doing the wrong things?” she paused angrily. “I mean, what is your problem?”
Iggy looked a bit shocked. “Well, um…see, she had a boyfriend, or so she told us, and so I didn’t think you would mind this sort of thing…”
“Mind?” Dr. Martinez hissed, “MIND?”
I was kinda angry now. “Doc!” I barked. “Calm down! It was just a kiss. Come on! It’s not like we were doing…,” I paused awkwardly, “…something else.”
We were silent for awhile before the Gasman finally spoke up and said, “Something else?”
I looked at Dr. Martinez and she looked at the Gasman. “Gazzy, I think it’s time you learned about something…”
Oh, God, here it comes, I thought, tuning out. I focused on the conversation of the girls in the living room, from what I could hear over Gazzy’s lurching and Dr. Martinez’s droning on about the ‘Miracle of Life’. I knew it was over when the Gasman was groaning and freaking out yelling, “Oh, my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. GOD. EW!”
Is there anything that nine-year-old boys do not find gross?
“Fang, Iggy,” Max’s mom got our attention by snapping her fingers loudly at us. “Please understand me when I say I do not want any grandchildren any time soon.”
We nodded.
“OH MY GOD EEE-YEEEWWW!!” Gazzy was still moaning and yelling and carrying on.
Iggy stood up and started walking out of the room, running into an eavesdropping Nudge. “I WAS NOT LISTENING TO THAT CONVERSATION!” she claimed a little too loudly.
I got up and took her hand to help her to her feet. “Oh, we all believe you. C’mon, Nudge, go see Ella.”
She pouted. “I am not a dog.”
Angel walked up. “Speaking of which, have you guys seen Total anywhere? I can’t find him and I’m not picking up signals.”
I looked at her blue teary eyes. “I’m sorry, Ange, I haven’t seen him,” I said. “Did you ask Max?”
Wow. I hadn’t seen Total all day. Most of yesterday either. Not that I pay much attention to him anyway.
Angel shook her head woefully. “Yeah, she hasn’t seen him either. I’m afraid he went exploring and go hit by a—” she started to cry.
Iggy took the lead. “It’s okay, Ange, we’ll find him. You wanna come with me? I’ll help you look.”
Just then Max walked into the room pulling on a bright blue jacket. “We’ll all go.”
Angel hugged Iggy tightly and wept into his neck. “I’m so worried.”
“It’s gonna be okay,” he said soothingly, patting her back. “It’s gonna be okay.”

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so, um yeah.

MIRIAM!!!

Ooohhh...The Talk!

2009-01-13T15:37:00.000-08:00

Iggy watched Fang’s expression, starting to smile and then quirking into a full blown grin as a great idea crossed his sightless eyes.
I sank lower into the couch, trying to disappear. Please don’t make me kiss him in front of everyone, I begged silently.
“Truth or Dare?” Iggy asked seriously.
Fang watched him wearily, and I could tell he was totally freaking out inside his head by the set of his jaw. He looked at me and I bugged my eyes out at him as if to scream, “Truuuth!”
“Dare,” Fang said.
Oh, God, he read my expression wrong. But then he sent a side glance my way that said that he meant to do that.
Fang, you’re freaking me out.
“That is an eeevil smile, Ig,” I said unsteadily.
“Okay, you have your choice of either kissing Max or asking her on a date, what’ll it be?” Iggy said.
“Can’t I do both?” Fang asked, playing along, adding to my embarrassment.
Iggy thought about this. “Hm…well, I guess if you want.”
I gave Fang a kiss-me-and-you’re-dead look. I would kill him. There is NO WAY he was going to—
But then his head swooped in as his arms wrapped around me. His mouth crushed mine. But I couldn’t help it, I kissed him back.
“Fang?” I vaguely heard Iggy ask. “Get to the point.”
He didn’t stop. His head angled to kiss me deeper.
“Fang?”
Nothing.
“EW! OH MY GOD FANG YOUR EPEDERMIS IS SHOWING!” Nudge shrieked.
He quickly drew back and wiped his mouth, “My what?” he asked, looking down and checking himself over to make sure he hadn’t forgotten to put something important on, like jeans.
Gazzy smiled. “Your skin.”
Fang looked over at me kind of embarrassed. Only Fang never gets embarrassed.
“You just got too carried away,” Nudge explained, “It was gross. Never do that in front of me again! GROSS.”
I smiled at Fang sheepishly and then looked at Nudge. “Nudgie, there will be a time when you think differently you’ll see nothing wrong with making out with some guy in front of all of us.”
She looked appalled. “Will not.”
Ella nodded her head. “Neither will I.”
Iggy turned his head to face them. “Will too.”
“Will not,” Ella countered, standing him up.
“Will too,” Iggy said, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, hard.
“Ooohhh…” Gazzy whooped, throwing his fist in the air. “Yeah…”
Just then, Dr. Martinez walked into the room and saw her daughter kissing Ig in the middle of the living room, and did not look too happy. Of course they were a little too preoccupied, so neither one of them noticed. “IGGY! ELLA!” the Dr. Martinez shouted.
They broke apart quickly, startled. “Oh, uh, um, hi, Doc…” he sputtered uncomfortably. “Think the game’s over, guys,” he told us.
But Mom was still pretty mad. “Okay. I want all the males in the dining room now. That means you, too, Gazzy.”
He made a face. “But I wasn’t kissing anyone!”
“You need to hear it all the same,” she rolled her eyes angrily.
The guys all filed out of the room. I sent Fang a sympathetic glance.
“What’s going on?” Nudge asked curiously.
I smiled a bit. “The Talk.”

THIS IS FROM NANO!!

2009-01-12T18:14:00.001-08:00

Okay, this note is from Nano:

Steph! So sorry, tell everyone I'm studing for finals. (Dreaded f-word!) Can't post until after finals in two weeks, parents are monitoring me blog, can't post there. They don't read those I've linked to, so just let everyone know, k? Thanks girl! You rock! (I'll read up on everyone's blogs when I'm legally back on, k?)

Get it? Got it? Good.

Okay, cool, peoples! Peace out!

Neener Neener

2009-01-12T14:39:00.000-08:00

“OH MY GOSH, YEAH!” Ella screeched.
“What?” I asked, touching my head as I walked into the room.
She and Nudge were sitting on the couch just chattering on and on like two girls. Or two Nudges.
But Nudge was jumping up and down in her seat. “Truth or Dare!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, God,” Fang groaned, coming up behind me. I jumped.
“Oh, come on, Max! It’ll be so much fun!” Ella wined.
I sent an annoyed glance at Fang.
“Truth or Dare?!” Gazzy and Angel walked into the room. “Oh, Max, you should play too,” Angel said, shaking my sleeve.
“Wait, what?” Iggy asked, walking into the room.
“Truth or Dare,” I said.
Iggy gave a half grin. “Well, this should be amusing,” he said with a straight face, and went to sit on the couch beside Ella.
Fang and I took a couch for ourselves. He did his best to not touch me and encourage teasing. The Gasman, Angel, Nudge and Total sat on the other couch. Dr. Martinez was not in sight.
Ella twitched. “May I go first?”
“Sure,” I said, looking at her curiously.
She smiled, and I saw how much she looked like our mother. I looked more like Jeb, as my luck would have it. But, hey, he isn’t that bad looking anyway.
“Angel, Truth or Dare?” Ella asked.
“Dare,” Angel said, knowing what Ella had in mind.
Ella tapped her lips happily with her fingers. “Read Fang’s mind.’
Angel looked at Fang’s alarmed eyes. She smiled evilly. “Fang was just thinking, as he was staring off into space, that he thinks that someone’s probably gonna dare him to kiss Max, and how he’s sooo gonna kill me after this,” she finished, smiling.
Fang scowled. “Ella, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth,” she said, obviously not afraid, and avoiding the oh-so-dangerous Dare.
Fang thought. I guessed he had had a dare in mind. “Oh…who do you like?” he asked.
Ella blushed and Angel giggled. “She doesn’t want to say,” Angel explained.
“Oh, come on, Ella,” Nudge laughed, “Remember, it’s for the fun of it.”
Ella looked down. “Iggy,” she muttered, shaking her head and avoiding his eyes.
Fang smirked. “Sorry, I can’t hear you, maybe a little louder?”
“Iggy,” she said, shrill.
A different kind of expression crossed Iggy’s face. Ella looked up and into his face, but he couldn’t see her. “I like you too,” he said.
“You what?” Ella staggered, astonished.
Fang laughed, “Iggy shared this piece of info with me earlier,” he whispered to me.
I laughed.
Ella was still flushed. “Nudge, Truth or Dare?” she mumbled.
Nudge thought. “Hmm…” she debated, “Dare,” she ended slowly, a questioning look on her face.
“I dare you to get a box of raisins and put some raisins between your toes and walk around!” she said with a straight expression.
Nudge burst out laughing and hopped up from her spot and ran into the kitchen, flinging open the cabinet and grabbing a box of raisins. “Hold on, hold on,” she muttered, opening it and sticking each one between her toes.
When she finished everyone but Fang was laughing really hard. He just had a wide smile spread across his angular face. Nudge got up and did a dance, and a few pieces of dried fruit out between their hiding places. One landed in Gazzy’s face, and he totally freaked out.
“EW! EW! EW! EW! EW!” he screeched, slapping his hands over his face repeatedly before finally stopping. “Gross.”
Angel had fallen over on the couch laughing and holding her stomach. “It’s too much! It’s too much!” she gasped.
When the thunder cleared, Nudge asked me, “Truth or Dare, Max?”
“Truth,” I said quickly, knowing what she would ask me.
She pouted. “Okay, what was your most embarrassing moment?”
I flushed furiously, glancing over at Fang, who was grinning at me like an idiot. I smiled at him and said, “When I got my chip removed and I told Fang I loved him.”
Fang spoke up. “Oh, no, no, no. You didn’t say just that. How much, Max? How much?”
I made a face at him. “I already answered my question,” I said snidely. “Gazzy, Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to go get some tidy-whities from your room and put them on your head and keep them there for the rest of the game,” I laughed to myself.
Gazzy’s eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know I have tidy-whities?”
I tapped my lips. “Let’s just say you need a belt.”
He glowered and went to his room and got a clean pair of briefs and put them on his head. I burst out laughing with tears in my eyes at his expression. It was like, ‘I hate you’ mixed with ‘you suck’.
But he obediently sat down and looked at Iggy. “Truth or Dare, Ig?”
“Dare,” he said. Bring. It. On.
Oh, dear. I just knew where he was going with this.
“What color are Ella’s cheeks?” Gazzy asked.
Ella flushed involuntarily. Iggy got up and touched her face. “Pink.”
“Okay,” I said, “Moving on?”
Iggy pulled away and sat back down on his couch.
“I…think we’re done here,” Fang said, starting to get up from the couch.
Iggy stopped him, shoving him back down into a sitting position. “I still haven’t asked you your question, kid.”Fang scowled.

Okay, So What I Did Today.

2009-01-09T18:46:00.000-08:00

Wake up and feel sick
Convince my mom I needed to stay home
Went back to bed and slept for four hours
Woke up and got on the computer and typed
Ate two mini muffins and eucanasia tablets with a cup of milk
Played on the Sims 2
Read 'Speak'
Played on the Sims 2
Ate some soup
Played more Sims 2
Edited my iTunes thing
Wrote more
Blogged more

FAAAAAAX!!!! FAX! FAX! FAX! FAX!

2009-01-09T18:30:00.001-08:00

Bleah, i'm still sick. I know I missed a lot today, but it's good i didn't come because i'd be sneezing my brains out, snot flying everywhere, all over Elbow-Kid, all over Newman, and getting bloody noses every time I blew, and then bleeding on Kristina, who would then puke. Not to mention croaking whenever I tried to speak to a teacher!

Well, i guess then i could run up to Gardella and cough on him...huh.

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“Eeee!” I heard Nudge squeal from the door.
Fang and I had both fallen asleep on the bed over the covers. Fang was behind me with on arm across my waist and one across my shoulders, and I was facing the door. I was so warm and content I wasn’t concerned.
Fang and I were together. That’s all that mattered.
“Angel, it happened!” she ran down the hall, yelling all the way.
Fang woke up and kissed my cheek, holding me closer to him. “Morning, Max,” he whispered into my ear.
I smiled, and flipped myself around in his arms so my head was rested on his chest. I breathed in his scent. “Morning.”
He looked down at me and smiled. “It’s a good one isn’t it?”
I flushed.
Then Angel and Nudge skidded to a halt at the open door. “IT DID!” Angel practically yelled.
Fang unwound one of his arms from around me and layed back on the bed with one still on my waist. “What did?” he yawned.
Nudge just giggled. “Are you gonna have babies?” she asked innocently.
Oh, that.
I groaned. “Wow, Nudge. Awkward question, much?” I asked, now a bit irritated.
“Fang just thought ‘yes’,” Angel said matter-of-factly.
I looked up at him and he flushed and shrugged. “Well, eventually, right? Kinda weird to think about now, though.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Hey, I’m hungry.”
I sat up and pulled Fang with me off the bed.

“Oh, my God, pancakes?!” I groaned happily.
“Yep,” Dr. Martinez said from the stove. “And sausage.”
I smiled and looked at Fang, who smirked at me.
Iggy and the Gasman were already at the table, Gazzy with his fork and knife upright. I shook my head and he put them down.
Fang and I sat down across from each other, and Angel and Nudge sat down across from Iggy and Gazzy.
“Guuuess…what?” Nudge began.
I looked at Fang and he grinned.
Iggy turned his head in her general direction, sighing. “Let’s have it out.”
She grinned. “It happened.”
Iggy’s face was astonished. “It did not!” he yelled unbelievingly. He turned to me and Fang. “Did it? Oh, God.”
“Well, that part didn’t exactly happen, but the other part did!”
“Oh, God,” he repeated.
The Gasman looked annoyed. “What did? How come I didn’t hear about this? Iggy? Iggy!?” he tugged on Iggy’s shirt.
“Fax happened.”
I laughed.
His annoyance turned to confusion. “Fax? What?”
Nudge put her hands on the table as if to lay out the facts. “Gazzy, you see, when there’s a ‘Max’ plus a ‘Fang’, you get ‘Fax’. Make sense?”
The Gasman’s face composed. “Oh…I see. Fax,” he said. “Wait…”
He looked at Fang and I. “Ew.”
“OKAY,” I said loudly, “Let’s talk about something else, okay?”
Everyone just laughed at me. Fang reached across the table and patted my head. “Thank you,” I growled.
Iggy leaned back in his chair. “Oh, who would have thought that the Incredible, Invincible Max would fall in love?”
Fang chuckled once.
Nudge laughed. “Or the Silent, Emotionless Fang would find his heart?”
I laughed.
The Angel and the Gasman were grinned like idiots.
I groaned. “Mom? Is the food ready yet? I’m starved.”
The table erupted again and I had to hold my stomach in order to not laugh my guts out.

Bleah. Sick.

2009-01-09T08:33:00.000-08:00

Okay, I had planned not to get sick at any time this year, but it seems reality has caught up to me. I think I have a really bad cold. But, hey, a cold is worth it every time I get to stay home from school.
But i'm still sick.
I blame Caleb.

So Kristina and I did end up getting 3D art for second semester, but Michael got Drama with Alto. I feel sooo sorry for him.
Oh, an guess what? He's sick too! Hm...or maybe he's at school. Maybe I'll text him.
I hope his phone's on vibrate.

One Wednesday he checked my blog in math class on his phone while the rest of us just sat around giggling like idiots. Then Leave_Me_Alone started shouting "CAP'N FALCON!" when Ginny started yelling "DO NOT LET MAX HAVE A BABY!"
It. Was. Hilarious. I love having math with them! Makes everything so much more interesting. :D

Ug, my throat hurts! Wow, and I'm hungry.

Before I go, I just want to say two things:

1. Ginny, Max is going to have a baby. It doesn't really matter what you think at this point.

2. Leave_Me_Alone, I crack up every time you post "CAP'N FALCON!" on my comments! Every time.

~Steph

(P.S. And here's the rest of that fanfiction thingy i didn't finish.
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Of course, that didn’t keep Fang out of my room anyway. He came in at around 11:24 pm, and we sat on the bed an just talked.
It may surprise you that he does talk sometimes, but yeah. He and I have always been able to talk about just stuff in general.
But tonight was different. I guess you could say that he’s been getting a little more…comfortable with me lately.
Hm.
“Don’t you ever just wish you could just…get away from it all?” he asked quietly after we’d been talking for an hour and a half.
I lay back on my bed. “Yes,” I breathed. More than anything, actually.
“What if, you and me, just got away…together?” he said.
I froze. “And leave the Flock?”
He looked at me rationally. “They’re in good hands. Actually, we couldn’t put them in better hands.”
I rolled my eyes. “Except our own.”
He laughed, “Obviously.”
I flushed as he smiled at me.
He lay back on the bed beside me. We stared at the ceiling.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Fang asked, rolling on his side so that he could look at me and watch my facial expressions as one bloomed into another.
I rolled to face him. “Yeah, all the time,” I answered. “Like what are we going to do with ourselves? We can’t keep running around as a gang.”
Fang thought. “Maybe rent an apartment building,” he said, grinning.
I laughed. “‘And here we have the Avian complex…’” I said in a tourist guide voice, motioning as if I was showing off a museum exhibit.
We both laughed together.
He got really serious. “We’ll probably split up and go our separate ways.”
It was quiet. I fingered the stitching on the comforter layed out on my bed. “I don’t want to split up,” I said quietly, and looked at Fang in the eyes. “I mean, if all of us did end up that way, I wouldn’t want…” I stopped.
“…us to split up,” he finished in a whisper. “Max?” he asked softly.
“Yes?” I answered, heart beating in my throat.
His hand covered mine. Our fingers intertwined.
“When I think about myself in that life, when we’ve all gone our separate ways,” he whispered. “There is only one thing that I can think of…that would make me happy.”
“Fang…”
His eyes were pleading. “I love you, Max. Promise me you’ll stay…with me.”
I could feel tears in my eyes. “Yes.”
And then his lips were on mine. I could taste the tears on his face, but he was smiling.

I'M SORRY THIS IS ALL I MANAGED TO GET DONE I'M SORRY, I'M SICK!

2009-01-08T18:50:00.001-08:00

Of course, that didn’t keep Fang out of my room anyway. He came in at around 11:24 pm, and we sat on the bed an just talked.
It may surprise you that he does talk sometimes, but yeah. He and I have always been able to talk about just stuff in general.
But tonight was different. I guess you could say that he’s been getting a little more…comfortable with me lately.
Hm.
“Don’t you ever just wish you could just…get away from it all?” he asked quietly after we’d been talking for an hour and a half.
I lay back on my bed. “Yes,” I breathed. More than anything, actually.
“What if, you and me, just got away…together?” he said.
I froze. “And leave the Flock?”
He looked at me rationally. “They’re in good hands. Actually, we couldn’t put them in better hands.”
I rolled my eyes. “Except our own.”
He laughed, “Obviously.”I flushed as he smiled at me.

Duh, Nuh, Nuh, NUUUUUUH.

2009-01-06T18:53:00.000-08:00

SOMEONE STOLE MY JACKET. I'M NOT EVEN FRICKING KIDDING, SOMEONE STOLE MY JACKET. It was in my classrom with my backpack. I was not wearing it all day, and all the sudden it's not there. I am sooo beating up the kid that stole it.

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Ella was almost as happy as Total to see us. All of six of us sprawled over the living room furniture while she babbled on with Nudge about things like her new boyfriend had gone out to the movies the other night and how he’d held her hand the whole time.
“It as all so…” she sighed, “…romantic,” putting her chin in her clasped hands and looking at the ceiling dreamily. “He’s almost as cute…” sigh, “…as Iggy.”
Fang and I laughed with Gazzy and Nudge while Iggy turned a shade pinker. Angel grinned, reading his thoughts as she cradled Total in her arms.
“Look, I love you, honey, but I am not a doll,” Total said, licking her arm. She hugged him tighter and I swear his eyes bugged out of his head a little. He made a ‘guhg!’, strangled kind of noise.
Ella snapped out of whatever strange trance she was in and looked at me and Fang. “So how are you two doing?”
I took a turn making a strangled noise while Fang remained unbelievable impassive. “Same as always,” Fang said. “You know, saving the world one evil scientist at a time.”
“They totally kissed during Truth or Dare last week!” gushed Nudge without thinking.
“Nudge!” Fang and I yelled at the same time.
She covered her mouth immediately. “Ohmygosh, I am sooo sorry, Max.”
“This ain’t no ordinary, this ain’t no ordinary love, this ain’t no ordinary,” Gazzy rapped in tobyMac’s voice.
Fang and I groaned while most of the others laughed.
Dr. Martinez walked into the room to save us. No, that’s just how I saw it. “Dinner!” she said.
Thank you, I thought, getting an amused look from a listening Angel.

Dinner was full of exciting (well, exciting for the Martinez’s) stories of us kicking Eraser butt. Most of us were quiet while Nudge babbled on about random things like how we always order way too much at fast food places.
“…and I always get those apple pies every time, you know? And I get, like, six of them, right?Ohmygosh they are sooo good. And, like, those milkshakes at Chick-fil-a? They are amazing! Do you guys ever go to Chick-fil-a? No, do you guys even have one? Why ever not?? They’re all over Colorado! Mm! I love their–”
“Nudge…” the Gasman complained touching his head. “My ears are bleeding.”
Angel and Ella laughed, mouths full of spaghetti. Nudge scowled.
“What? I’m just explaining stuff!” she said oh-so reasonably, taking a bite of her food.
Iggy stood up with his plate. “I’m done,” he announced. “I’m actually really tired, where’s the sink?”
Dr. Martinez looked up from her plate. “Over on the right about three steps.”
Wow. She could really give blind-kid directions. Most people are just like ‘oh, kinda on that side, you know?’.
“Thanks,” Iggy said, walking three paces and feeling with his free hand the granite counter, and then the sink. He set his bowl carefully down on top of the other dishes in sink.
I stood up next, and then Fang, and we both emptied the contents of our bowls into the trashcan and set our dishes in the sink as well.
“Um…were are we sleeping?” I asked, looking at my mother.
Haha, my mother.
Dr. Martinez got up and put her dishes away after us. “Here, I’ll show you guys. Come with me.”
Angel piped up from the table as we left. “Don’t let Max and Fang share a room!” she yelled.
“Thank you, Angel,” I said, turning the corner.

Ah, Haha. More Fanfiction. SCHOOL STARTED! NUUUH!!!

2009-01-05T18:10:00.000-08:00

Waaah! School started back up and I am mad. But Colten moved away, away, away, and I shall never see him again. That kinda brightened up my day a bit. :D

And watching Michael throw a fit over Alto being in his Drama class was pretty funny.

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“Fang! There it is, lets land,” I said ecstatically, shifting in his arms with short, jerky movements.
This of course had the opposite effect, and Fang just studied my face worriedly. “Is this another brain attack, Max?”
“Nooo…Fang the house is right there. Land, dang it!” I pleaded.
He smiled at me as only Fang can smile, and I had to look away as my face flushed.
“C’mon, guys, Martinez’s at ten-o-clock!” Fang shouted to the rest of the gang.
“Sure thing,” Iggy answered, then quieter, “Gazz, wrap it up.”
I peered over Fang’s shoulder. “Are you guys making bombs?” I asked offhandedly.
“NO,” the Gasman and Iggy answered at the same time a little too quickly.
But I couldn’t deny that those bombs had saved our butts over a dozen times, so I didn’t say anything more, letting the boys think I believed them.
Fang started to dip, and then pulled his dark wings in a bit, end feathers bending backward slightly to gain control of his flight. We started going towards the ground really fast, and then Fang put his feet out to catch himself before he did a face plant, like all of us had done at one point before.
And then we were on the dark black asphalt in front of my mother and sister’s house. My real mother. My real sister. The thought made me smile every time I thought about it.
Fang didn’t put me down.
Then the rest of the Flock was around us. “Let’s roll,” I said, attempting to wriggle myself out of Fang’s iron grasp. Which of course didn’t work.
“Put. Me. Down,” I growled.
Fang smiled at me again. “Nope,” he said, and started carrying me towards the front door. “C’mon, guys,” he said firmly.
We all started walking, well except me, towards the house in total silence. As we got closer I heard the TV murmuring mechanically, “…you’d have to take all these vitamins in the morning to stay healthy. Now you don’t have to! Just eat Total®! A breakfast cereal so–”
And then, “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! EAT TOTAL? EAT TOTAL!? SOMEONE GET ME A LAWYER! GET THE COPS! GET–”
“Total!” Angel exclaimed from behind Fang.
Wow. I thought he was abducted?

Flashback:

“Max, where’d Total go?” Angel tugged at the hem of my shirt.
I looked down at her. “I dunno, where’d you leave him?”
Then I noticed she was in tears. Oh.
“No, Max, where’s Total? I can’t find him anywhere! I can’t even find his…mind,” she asked again, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
Oh, God.
My head whipped around. “Fang! U and A! Grab Angel!”
Fang spun towards the general direction of my voice. His eyes widened. “MAX!” he shouted.
Then I felt the warm breath of Ari II on my neck. “Hello, Maximum.”

End Flashback.

The doorbell rang, and the door opened.
“Max!” Ella exclaimed, smiling.
Fang put me down slowly.
Her eyes widened. “Mom!” she yelled into the house, “It’s Max!”
Ella ran out and crushed me in a huge bear hug. I winced, Fang gave me a ‘should I be concerned’ kind of look.
‘I’m fine,’ I mouthed unconvincingly.
"Total!" Angel yelled.
Total ran up to her and jumped into her welcoming arms.
"You have no idea how much I miss you!" he wailed.
“It what?” Dr. Martinez disbelievingly. Then she saw me. “Max! And everyone else! Please come in,” she ushered us all through the door with one hand.
“Mom?” Ella asked.
“Not, now, honey,” Dr. Martinez said quickly. “How are you guys?” she asked us.
I looked around at the house, memorizing it as my home. “Fine,” I said.
Fang elbowed me.
Ella shifted her feet. “Mom?” she asked, a little more urgent.
“Not now, Ella,” Dr. Martinez said again.
Ella groaned and rolled her eyes. She turned to Iggy. “What happened to Max?” she asked in a no-nonsense tone, crossing her arms.
Iggy regarded her calmly, looking at her with sightless eyes. “What happened to Max? Oh, yeah. What happened to Max. Um…Ari II took a swipe at her midsection. I stitched it up, she should be fine.”
Dr. Martinez’s eyes were wide by the time he finished talking.
“Wait, let me get this straight. You. Stitched up. Max?” she asked, not believing this. Iggy bit his lip and nodded like it was so normal to stitch your friends up.
"Yep."
Dr. Martinez's eyebrows knit together. "With a needle."
“Uh…yeah," he said. "What else?"

Okaaay! More Fanfiction!

2009-01-04T19:38:00.001-08:00

Ug! I just flung ice cream on my chest! Grr!

Okay, i put my fanfiction on Fanfiction.net, so yeah. i have a link to the right with all my other fanfiction recomendations.

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The next day we were back to flying after a hearty Holiday Inn breakfast at the buffet.
Only I still wasn’t allowed to fly.
“So…what direction shall we go now, Max?” Fang asked me a few hours later as he carried me close to his chest bridal-style.
I shifted my body for the ninth time that hour. “North-East,” I said without a second thought. I knew which way to go.
“Max, I’m hungry,” the Gasman said as he flew up to Fang and I.
Iggy groaned, “Oh, I am too, Max. Can we stop?”
I shot Fang a pained look.
“No.”
“Oh, please?” I begged.
“No, we’ll be there in, like, and hour,” he said.
“FANG I HAVE TO PEEEE!” Nudge yelled from behind us.
He groaned and made a face. I laughed. I don’t think I’d laughed that hard in ages.
Fang looked at me then back at the flock. “Okay, next Wendy’s, up ahead. We’re landing over behind those trees.”
He dipped, and the flock followed him. I was starting to feel a bit air-sick. Flying and being flown are not exactly the same thing, you know?
Well maybe you don’t. Ah-haha.
“You’re pretty good at this,” I told Fang after we landed awkwardly on the ground.
He let me go and pulled a leaf out of my hair. “At what?” he asked, smile playing at his lips.
“Well, if I died, you could totally do a great job taking care of the Flock,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
Angel walked up to us. “You won’t die,” she said matter-of-factly.
Iggy punched my arm playfully. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re the Invincible Max.”
Of course.
“Let’s go get some food, guys,” I said, and we started walking towards the Wendy’s.

Fang stepped up to order. There was nobody in the Wendy’s but them, so he assumed it was pretty safe. “I’ll have four triple cheeseburgers, one fish sandwich, two large fries, two…hm…number three salads, a large Coke, and five apple pies.”
The cashier smiled. “Feeding a crowd?”
“Yep,” Fang said politely.
“Okay, your total is–”
“We still have more people ordering on me,” Fang interrupted.
Iggy stepped up to bat. “I’ll get the same as him.”

I herded the kids up and ordered for myself. “I’ll have two chicken sandwiches, two triple cheeseburgers, one large fries, two number six salads, and a large Sprite. Thanks!”
The cashier looked shocked.
Nudge emerged from the ladies room.
“Nudge?”
“Yeah, Max? Oh, right. I’ll have two fish sandwiches, two chicken sandwiches, two double cheeseburgers, two large fries, one large Root-Beer, and six apple pies.”
The cashier’s jaw dropped. “Okay, give me a second to write this down…”
Gazzy looked at Nudge. He smiled to himself. “I’ll get the same as her, except I also want two number four salads and instead of Root-Beer, I’ll have Dr. Pepper.”
“HOLD ON,” the cashier shouted.
“I’ll have three double cheeseburgers, one large fry, a large Coke, and, like, four apple pies,” Angel said, counting off her fingers. She looked at me. “Did I forget something?”
“A salad.”
“Oh! Right!” she turned back to the cashier. “And one chicken ceaser salad.”
The cashier dropped her pen. “Oh. Kay,” she breathed, “That’ll be $146.27.”
I gave her my Max Card.
“That’s a lot of money to spend, miss,” she warned.
“I know. I’ve been through this. Just get us what we ordered, and we’ll be on our merry way,” I growled.

“Aw, man,” the Gasman groaned, “I am sooo full.”
I ate another handful of fries. “Well, ‘full’ means you won’t be hungry any time soon,” I said.
Fang reached across the table and grabbed my soda, taking a sip through the clear plastic straw.
“Fang!” I shrieked, almost flying over the wall of greasy debris that separated one side of the table from the other..
I grabbed it from him and wiped the straw on my shirt. “Ew! Why’d you do that? Now I can’t drink out of it!”
Fang shrugged. “Wanted some Sprite.”
Nudge and Angel giggled while the Gasman and Iggy snickered. Fang got up from his seat. “Here, I’ll get you a new straw,” he said, making his way towards the condiment table.
“No, Fang! Just sit down,” I pleaded.
He laughed and sat back across from me and smiled.
I glowered.
“So are we…” Iggy began when a loud phhhbbbttt! erupted from the corner of the table.
“OH MY GOD, GAZZY,” Nudge gagged as she grasped at her throat.
Gazzy was laughing so hard he was in tears, on the verge of falling off his chair. “You…should have…seen…your…faces,” he managed through laughs. He took another shaky breath and actually fell this time.
We all started laughing like crazy. My teary eyes landed on Angel, who eventually laughed so hard Coke started coming out her nose and she fell to the floor with Gazzy.
“Something wrong over there?” a employee called from where she was mopping up a mess.
That just made us burst out laughing again.

Know That You Know

2009-01-04T13:43:00.000-08:00

In Focus on the Family's Brio magazine that my sister and I recieve, I found an interesting article on abortion. It was called 'Know That You Know'. It was in the January, 2009 adition.

It's a Christian view on abortion, and answers to arguments that pro-choice'rs always bring up in an argument.

Here it goes, i typed it all up:

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It’s hard to articulate your beliefs about abortion when everyone around you buys into the lies of the world. It’s tough…but it’s not impossible!

Article by Susie Shellenberger

Argument 1: Abortion must be legal because women have a “right to privacy”.

Your Response: A recognized right to privacy doesn’t mean that anything goes. What you do in the privacy of your own home, for instance, is wrong if you’re abusing a child, operating a prostitution ring or selling illegal drugs.
Likewise, a woman’s “right to privacy” doesn’t grant her the authority to end the life of a living human being. In this case her preborn child.
Legal abortion assumes that a woman will have to choose between her needs and her baby’s and that doesn’t have to be the case. Placing the child’s right to life in competition with a woman’s right to privacy is a no-win for both mother and child.

Argument 2: The preborn baby is not a living human being. Therefore, abortion is acceptable.

Your Response: Basic biology blows this argument out of the water; A human embryo or fetus is, well…human. A member of the homo sapiens species and the offspring of, well…humans.
No one with a fundamental knowledge of human biology can argue against this with any credibility.
If the baby is not a living human, why does a doctor who’s treating a pregnant woman have two patient? If the preborn are not human, why do 37 states and the federal government have laws charging two counts of murder when a pregnant woman and her baby are killed?

Argument 3: Abortion helps women who face an unexpected or difficult pregnancy.

Your Response: When you think of the situations in which abortion is most frequently considered, you see that abortion ends the pregnancy but doesn’t necessarily solve the underlying problem. Economically disadvantaged women are still economically disadvantaged. A woman who was sexually assaulted still must confront the trauma of that experience. Abortion can also create health and psychological problems that didn’t exist before, including difficulty becoming pregnant again in the future, depression, substance abuse and suicide.

Argument 4: A woman has a right to control her own body. There fore, she can decide to abort a fetus.

Your Response: A baby is not part of a woman’s body. It has it’s own genetic code, blood type and immune system, and half the time, a different gender.

Argument 5: Abortion should be legal because women have a “right to choose”.

Your Response: Abortion advocates created the slogan, “right to choose” to take attention away from what abortion does – destroys a living, growing human life. It’s funny that they never finish the sentence: A woman has the right to choose WHAT? To choose to end the life of her preborn child. All sorts of laws prevent one human from harming another (murder, rape, assault); that’s the basis of a civilized society. Abortion isn’t a civilized response to an unexpected pregnancy.

Argument 6: If abortion is outlawed, women will turn to dangerous illegal abortions as they did before abortion was legalized. So women will die.

Your Response: It might surprise you to know that the number of illegal abortion deaths before legalization in 1973 was exaggerated, and for political reasons. Early abortion advocates admit this was the case. The number of illegal abortion deaths dropped drastically, not with the advent of legal abortion, but with the development of antibiotics.

Argument 7: Even if I’m personally against abortion, it’s wrong for me to impose my views or my morality on someone else who supports abortion.

Your Response: Every law represents someone’s morality. Laws against drowning crying infants represent near-universal standards of morality and civility. The preborn child is a member of the human family and as such deserves a chance to by born and thrive, just like you and me.

Argument 8: Abortion should be allowed when a woman is sexually assaulted. She shouldn’t be forced to live with a reminder of this crime.

Your Response: Yes, rape is a terrible crime and assault, but abortion is also an assault against the woman and her child. How is it just for an innocent child to pay with her life for the crimes of her father?

Argument 9: a preborn chld is merely another part of the woman’s body. Therefore, abortion is acceptable.

Your Response: Again, Basic biology begs to differ: A young human growing in her mother’s womb has a completely unique genetic code and may ave a different blood type. If the human is male, he has a different gender.

Argument 10: The preborn may be a human, but not a “person” with feelings and thoughts. Therefore, abortion is not killing a person.

Your Response: The notion of “person” or person-hood is a philosophical concept. Let’s stick to the hard, cold biological fact that the offspring of humans are humans.

2009-01-03T13:00:00.001-08:00

New post on writing blog!

And Some Mooore...

2009-01-03T11:58:00.000-08:00

Just so you know, I'm not posting any more after this if you guys don't start commenting on things. I get the feeling that you guys don't like it.

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“No, we’re not going,” Fang said firmly.
Gazzy scowled. “Fang, we’d get to live under a roof where someone cared about us!”
“And Erasers won’t attack us because they’re under the order of Jeb, and Jeb is friends with Dr. Martinez,” Iggy said reasonably, “It’s safe there, Fang.”
Fang was silent. He didn’t want to hurt Max. He’d rather die.
But on the other hand, this is what Max wanted, she was begging him to let them go.
“I dunno,” he said finally, “I just don’t like the idea of us all being held somewhere like some dog in a crate. I mean, Dr. Martinez is great, but can we trust her?”
Iggy rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed. Gazzy cracked his knuckles one by one.
“Come on, guys! Don’t you see my side to this?” Fang nearly yelled.
The room was silent.
“You love Max, don’t you?” Iggy finally said quietly.
Fang was taken aback. “No,” he said too quickly. “Not like that.”
Gazzy sniffed and wiped his nose.
Iggy scowl/smirk-ed. “It’s so obvious, dude. You act like you don’t, then you do anything in your power to protect her. She doesn’t need protecting, Fang.”
She needs my protecting, Fang thought.
"Come on, admit it," Iggy grinned.
Fang was silent.
Gazzy giggled like a girl.
“Okay, okay,” Fang strained. “We can go.”

MICROSOFT FINALLY WOOOOORKS!!!!!

2009-01-02T20:48:00.000-08:00

OKAY!!! So Dad finally found the stupid disk to install Microsoft Office 2000, so we got it working. Yay!

Anyway, so more fanfiction:

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I’m glad I took Iggy up on that idea to stay at a hotel. You see, in the woods, I would be freezing. But I’m in a nice bed with thick covers. Not to mention a heater. I’m really pretty warm.
Uh…actually a little too warm.
And why did I feel like I was sleeping next to the heater? I don’t remember one right next to me.
I opened my eyes. I was facing the window, the sun was coming up, and light streamed through.
I rolled over and saw Fang lying next to me on top of the covers, his head on the other pillow. He was wearing his jeans and no t-shirt.
Um, okay?
“Fang?” I whispered.
He didn’t wake up, so I kicked him in the leg.
He groaned. “Ow, what?” he asked irritably, rolling so he faced me.
I eyed him.
“Floor was too hard. Like carpeted concrete. And it smells like cigarette smoke,” he quickly explained, making a face.
“Ah,” I said, feeling a bit awkward. “We going anywhere today?” Please.
“You aren’t,” he said.
I groaned, laying on my back again. “This isn’t fair,” I growled.
Fang laughed. “Life’s not fair,” he said.
We just lay there for a few minutes, watching the boring, white ceiling. Then it donned on me. We could probably be at my mom’s house by now if we hadn’t stopped here.
“We should go to my mom’s house,” I said, rolling on my side so I could see Fang better.
He glanced at me.
“Oh, c’mon, Fang, please?” I pleaded. “We could attempt normalcy.”
Just then, the door burst open and Iggy walked in followed by the other kids.
“Breakfast in bed!” Angel said happily. “Except, not for you, Fang.”
He scowled and hopped off the bed. Iggy plopped a plate of bacon and eggs on my lap and stood back, watching me.
“Um…do you need to tell me something?” I asked him warily.
“Just eat,” he said.
I stabbed an egg with my fork and tossed it into my mouth. “This is really good, Ig,” I assured him.
“Okay, cool. I’m gonna go back to my room,” he told all of us, feeling his way out of the room.
Fang looked at me. “C’mon Gazzy,” he said, pulling the Gasman out of the room after Iggy with him.
Angel and Nudge jumped on the bed with smiles on their faces. “Are we really going to go to your mom’s house?” Angel asked excitedly.
I groaned. “Fang said no.”
Nudge rolled her eyes. “What can he say to you? You’re the leader, right?”
I touched my stomach tenderly. “Not for the moment. Fang’s second in command, remember?” I looked back up at them.
Angel sighed. “I guess.”
I put my hand on Angel’s cheek. “Aw, sweetie, it’s fine. I’ll be fine We’ll get out of here soon.”
“That’s not what Fang and Iggy are thinking,” she said, “Iggy’s thinking that the cuts were pretty deep, and they might have severed something important. Fang’s thinking about how much he loves you and that he’ll never let anything happen to you and that he doesn’t want to go to your mom’s house because it won’t be just us all together anymore.”
Nudge and I looked at her, shocked. “Fang loves Max?” Nudge squealed, “Ohmygosh that is sooo cute.”
“Oh, geez, Nudge,” I said, then added quickly, “But we’re getting out of here pretty soon. I’ll just order Fang to get us all to Dr. Martinez’s.”
“I guess,” Angel said thoughtfully.
Nudge giggled again at the mention of Fang, grinning.

So, Um, Happy New Year. And Merry Christmas (Not Hansakwanamas! I Can Say Whatever I WANT.)

2009-01-01T23:14:00.000-08:00

So i'm not even gonna bother about Christmas. If you're friends with my sister on facebook, you can see photos, but otherwise your out of luck, my friend.

So New Years was fun! Me, Kristina, and Carli went to the church lock-in for the youth and it was a bomb! (OMG BOMBS!!). Kristina and I stayed up watching movies (Kung Foo Panda, The Princess Bride, Shrek [hate that movie], and The Pink Panther [Steve Martin]) while Carli played Halo with the guys in the room across the hall on four different TV's hooked up so everyone was playing the same game. Steve kept calling her a 'Halo Beast' 'cause she kept killing him, hahaha.
Sarah Smith said that she'd stay up all night with me, but soon fell asleep with Kristen, Abby, Bree, and Margo.
So Kristina and I just watched movies pretty much all night, except for when we got bored during Shrek and got out our iPods and books. Then we ran a lap around the church with Makayla and her friends (7th graders).
Then at seven thirty in the morning after cleaning everything up, we (Kristen, Sarah, and I) had a pillow fight with Anderson. Then Steve tackled Caleb, which was pretty funny.
And at eight, Dad picked Kristen and I up and we went home. I just went and took a shower then took a six hour nap.

At two I woke up and got ready for the small get-together we were having with the Phangs (pronounced 'Pong') and Caleb's family.
Caleb's family arrived early, so we gave quite the grand tour of our new house (because nobody had seen it before...). Kristen, Caleb, and I tried to get one of my paintings (the alpacka one that's all dizzying, but Caleb said it looks like a great dane with long ears) onto my wall, but it wouldn't stay.

When everyone finally arrived, we (the kids) all played B.S. at the dining room table, and then proceded to play Clue.
We ate dinner while playing Clue, and then played Apples to Apples and Catch Phrase with everyone minus my brother, his two friends, and Aubrey.
This was all quite funny the whole time because both Caleb and I were loopy from sleep deprivation, even though we'd both taken six hour naps, and eventually, Caleb dozed off on the couch when the party was finally over.

So...that was my new year. yaaay. 1-1-09!

Okay, So Some Suckish News

2008-12-23T13:20:00.000-08:00

Our computer sucks. No, it is not a Mac that is incredebly annoying, it is a Gateway computer from 2003 (or maybe older) that is probably discontinued. It is old, it is annoying, it runs slow.
And not only does it run slow, it also is almost completly full up of memory. It keeps informing us: Local disk :C is almost full. Please delete old files.
So we were doing that, you know? And Kristen sees 'Microsoft Office, last used 2005, 4,000,000 KB'. So we delete it, and now we can't get on Microsoft Word.
I know, fun.
It is a great thing that all my writing is safely tucked away in my jump drive. It just saved all my writing. :D :D :D :D

But I also can't get on Word to work on it.

So i'll get back to you when it finally works.

What Will They Do Now?

2008-12-22T16:54:00.000-08:00

So i had to do some last minute shopping today and get a gift for my mom. I got her a Walkman, one of those expensive $30 ones because that's all I had left. But now I'm done. I drew a picture on her wrapping paper of Bo being Santa.

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BACK TO THE FANFICTION:

“Can we get going?” Nudge asked.
“We can’t move Max,” Fang said calmly, rubbing his eyes. I’d had to sleep on his lap all night, both of us propped up against a tree.
“I can fly, Fang,” I said angrily.
Iggy walked over to us from the fire. “Let me check her wounds, make sure she can be moved.”
Fang lifted up my shirt a bit so that he could remove the bandages. Iggy inspected the stitches. “She should be fine in a day or two. I think we could fly to a hotel or something, and she could get more rest. Someone would have to carry her.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Fang said, winding the bandage around my waist again.
I was outraged. I was so. Fricking. MAD. “Since when are you two calling the shots?” I asked irritably.
Nudge walked up with a hotdog that had been roasted on a barbeque stick. “Since you’re out for the call,” she said reasonably.
Nothing like cold, hard logic to mess up your perfectly good rant.
“Who’s gonna carry her?” Gazzy asked, blue eyes questioning.

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Fang’s really happy that he gets to carry you.
I’d never admit it to anybody, but I’m happy that he is.
He leaned in, “Okay, so you have your choice of Super 8 Motel, or Holiday Inn.”
“Hm,” I pretended to think, “I’d have to say Holiday Inn. What about you, what do you think?” I looked up at his dark impassive face.
“I’d have to agree with you on that. Angel says there’s kitchens in each room, and you can get them so they’re adjoining.”
“Oh, well, okay,” I said, then louder to the flock, “ We’re landing behind that Walgreens, okay?”
I got a series of ‘okay’s back.
We landed, and then everyone walked to the hotel but me; I had to be carried.
“Max, we need the card,” Fang said before we went through the front doors.
I squirmed in his impermeable hold. “Just put me down and let me walk, Fang,” I ordered. I was done with asking.
So he did, but I had to lean against him as we all made our way in. There was a guy at the front desk, looking at me like candy.
Eraser? Not likely. Freakshow? More than likely.
“Three rooms with two single beds each, please,” I said, holding out the Max Card.
The guy took it, but when he examined the computer for rooms, he said, “We only have two with separate beds, and one with a queen.”
I looked at Fang, who shrugged. “I guess we’ll take those, then,” he said.
I nodded at the receptionist. He scanned the card and wrote something down on a scrap of paper, then handed them back to me along with the keys.
I smiled and said ‘thank you’. Fang swooped down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, giving the receptionist a hard-as-death look.
“I’m rooming with Iggy!” the Gasman declaired, grabbing one of the room keys for the single bed rooms and taking off.
Angel and Nudge locked arms, and Angel nimbly grabbed the single suite key, leaving me and Fang together with the keys for the queen suite.
I looked at him and said, “You get the floor.”
He took the keys from me and unlocked the door to our room and set me on the bed. It was kinda late, so the kids soon came in to stack fists with us. Then we all said goodnight and the kids disappeared.
I pulled off my sweatshirt and got under the covers, fully expecting Fang to grab the blanket on the end of the bed and a pillow, and settle down on the floor.
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” he told me.
“Okay,” I replied, settling down.
And then I was asleep.

Har Har Har.

2008-12-22T13:16:00.000-08:00

GAAAAH!! ERASERS ATTAAAACK!!!

2008-12-21T20:35:00.000-08:00

:-D Yaaay, Ruby came over this weekend after my cello concert. It was fun!! We stayed up really late talking! But now she's gone and i'm bored all over again :-(

So here we go:

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does, and that sometimes makes me mad that he's in charge of the stuff that goes into the actual books. But, hey, I'm still open to freedom of speech.

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The next thing I knew, I was being thrown from my bed. It was dark, I was tired.
“Hello, Max.”
I would know that voice anywhere. I quickly got to my feet and got ready to fight. Ari swung a fist at my face, but I blocked and planted a hard roundhouse kick in his ribs.
His breath went out in an oof, and he fell to the floor. He struggled to get up, but I threw a even harder kick to his head and he went down again, blood streaming out his nose.
“YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY FLOCK!!” I yelled, running out of my room and barricading the door behind me with a pole that had been newly ripped out of the wall.
I saw Fang viciously fighting off a wolfy creature at the end of the hall, then there was a sickening thud as it fell to the floor. Fang quickly fell onto the next Eraser as I heard small cry of pain from Nudge’s room. “Maaax!”
“Fang! Hold back Erasers as long as possible!” I shouted orders automatically. “Iggy! Go find Nudge! Gazzy! Get Angel out of here! “
There was another thud as Iggy took down another one.
Another Eraser attacked me from behind, slashing my stomach through my nightshirt and making me cry out in pain. I fell to the floor, and the world went black.
A anguished “Max!” from Fang was all I heard.

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“…think she was bleeding pretty bad.”
“How bad?”
“Really bad.”
“Fang? Is Max going to be okay?”
“She’ll be fine, Angel.”
“You’re lying.”
“Iggy stitched her up, she’ll be fine.”
“Gazzy!”
“Guys! Quit it!”
“She’s waking up.”
“Max? Can you hear me?”
“Fang?” I winced, touching my head. I opened my eyes a tiny bit and then closed them. “How bad?”
He touched the back of his hand to my cheek. “Well, you’re awake, so that’s something.”
I was too miserable to laugh. I opened my eyes to Fang’s face four inches away, hovering above me. I must have been in his lap the whole time.
I tried to raise my head, relieved to find the whole flock here, but Fang held me down. “Don’t sit up, you might re-open your cuts.”
“Then bandage me up, dimwit. Let me up,” I growled.
Fang looked pleadingly at Iggy, who looked at me and said, “Fang, she has a point.”
I gave him a unholy ‘buahaha’ kind of look.
Fang and Nudge balanced me over both their legs so Iggy could bandage up my midsection. I felt like crap, and my stitches stung when they were finished.
Then Fang did the unimaginable; he sat me on his lap and held me there with his arms around my shoulders.
My face was probably burning red like some, uh, girl getting held by the guy she likes.
Only I do NOT like Fang. Bad Max.
I growled, which only made him shake with laughter and hold me tighter.
Of course, Iggy is blind, and could not see this, so he went ahead and told me that I’d have to stay immobile for about a week. That just made me angrier.
I felt Fang grin into my hair.

Dun, dun, duuuun. Anyway, i hoped you liked it! These are sooo fun to write! Review! Review! Review!

Fax, Fax, Fax, Fax, FAAAAAAX (newman, stay away from this post)

2008-12-19T18:28:00.000-08:00

Hey, Kristina, guess what? *fax*

buahahaha.

okay, continuing off last post, don't forget to comment!!! Very important!:
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All of us were in our pajamas. Ig and Fang wore only their fleece pajama pants.
“Okay, guys! Hurry up! I’ve got a really good – well, okay, two really good ideas! Do you think–”
I clamped my hand over Nudge’s mouth.
We all situated ourselves around in a circle. There were two couches. One that fit two people, and one that fit three. Iggy and the Gasman sat with Angel on the three-person, and Fang and I sat on the two. Nudge was sprawled out on the floor like she’d been dropped, her wings spread out around her.
After a few seconds of silence I finally said, “Uh…who wants to go first?”
Fang spread one wing over the side of the couch, and one behind me to make himself comfortable. “Not me,” he said.
Nudge looked like she was bursting. “I’LL GO!!” she called out.
“Go ahead,” I said.
“Okay, Gazzy!?” she said. “Truth or Dare?”
Gazzy pondered. Finally he said, “Uh…truth?”
Nudge grinned. “Okay…what is the fastest time you’ve ever cleared a room?”
Gazzy thought. “I’d have to say a few weeks ago when we were watching a movie in this room, and I did a fart-bomb…”
Everyone grimaced, remembering.
“…that was SO AWESOME!!!” he said excitedly.
“Now you get to ask someone truth or dare,” Nudge informed him.
“Hm…Max. Truth or dare?” he asked.
“Dare,” I said firmly.
“Cool. Kiss Fang.” Gazzy said with an evil grin.
“Gazz…” I said disapprovingly.
He threw up his hands in surrender. “Hey, you never specified rules,” he said innocently.
I flushed, but turned and kissed Fang on the cheek.
“Hey!” Gazzy said.
“You never specified either,” I said. Fang’s impassive face broke with a rare smile. “Nudge, Truth or Dare?” I asked.
Nudge giggled. “Truth.”
“What is the one thing you want most right now?” I said, smiling. This could be good.
Nudge thought for a few minutes. “Root Beer,” she finally decided.
We all laughed.
“Iggy, truth or dare?” she asked.
He raised his eyebrows in a ‘bring it on’ gesture. “Dare.”
She thought for a minute. “Go get me some Root Beer!” she laughed.
We all joined her, except for Fang, who never laughs.
Ig grinned. “Yes, your highness,” he said, then got up and pulled a can of soda out of the fridge. “That’s Sprite, Iggy,” Angel giggled.
He put it back in the fridge and pulled out another. “This it?”
“Yep, thanks!” Nudge sang as he handed it to her. She popped the lid open and took a deep swig.
Iggy sat down. “Angel,” he grinned. “Truth or dare?”
She smiled an Angelic smile, obviously reading his mind, and said, “Dare,” then ran over to him and gave him a big hug. “I love you too,” she said, and my heart gave a little squeeze.
“Fang,” she said, getting my attention after this touching moment. “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare,” he said. I instantly regretted his decision.
“Kiss Max,” she said, grinning. “On the lips.”
I glared at her.
Then I felt Fang’s gently hand under my chin, and his lips pressed softly against mine, and then he angled his head to kiss me deeper.
It went on and on.
Finally, someone had to cough. Ig. And I knew the game was over. “Geez, get a room, you two,” he groaned. “I may be blind, but I’m not deaf.”
“Fang? What does ‘make out’ mean?” Angel asked innocently.
We broke apart, both breathing raggedly, but Fang managed to laugh.
Gazzy got up. “Ha! You guys can clear a room faster than me!” he said, leaving.

Okay, I'm Writing A Fafiction

2008-12-18T22:44:00.000-08:00

WARNING: If you have trouble reading romance fanfics, you might not want to tune in when I post more!

Max POV

“Hey, Max?”
Angel.
“Yeah, sweetie?” I called back.
I was sitting in my room listening to music. We (the Flock) had found an abandoned cabin up in a forgotten town in, yes, Colorado. Our favorite state. Iggy, with the help of the Gasman, had rigged up the electricity so it worked again. All the furniture was still there, even an old computer.
Of course, we still had to make those random expedition to Wall Mart with the Max Card every so often, but hey.
“Will you play ‘Truth or Dare’ with me and Nudge? We’re bored.” She made Bambi eyes.
Ug! “Sure, sweetie,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I followed Angel down the hall towards the family room.
“What’cha doing?” Iggy asked offhandedly as we walked past his room.
“Truth or Dare,” I said. “Wanna play?”
“Uh…” he hesitated.
‘Please?’ I whispered desperately.
He rolled his sightless eyes. “Fang! Gazzy! We’re playing Truth or Dare in the family room.”
They both poked their heads out of their rooms.
“Why?” the Gasman asked.
“Because Angel wants to,” I quipped.
Fortunately, Gazzer usually doesn’t need a better answer than that. Anything for Angel. So he opened his door wider and followed the three of us down the hall. Fang followed after him. Nudge was bouncing up and down on the couch she sat on, obviously full of a million truths and dares to throw at us.

I Got Really Mad Today And Now I Feel Really Bad. :(

2008-12-15T17:02:00.000-08:00

(first of all, i've posted more on my writing blog. so check my links and go to it and read! thanks!)

So I have this issue with certain noises because I have advaced, special hearing that I can't stand. Like people's chewing, for instance. I. Can't. Stand. The sound of someone smacking on their gum! And people with colds. They sniff, they cough, you feel like you wanna just hit them or something because they won't freaking blow their nose.

I guess it could be compared to fingernails on a chalkboard. We all know how that sounds. Now imagine every bodily noise other than talking sounding like that. Chewing, blowing noses, sniffing, coughing, doing that annoying boom-chicka-boom-boom guys are doing these days with their mouth, and then there's eating out of chip bags. The crinkling. It's irritating.

Never, ever, joke about any of these things with me because chances are I am going to hit you with all my might. Like, not what I do to Michael in art; playful punching. This is full on "i'm gonna kill you" punching and I do it until you stop.

So my brother has a cold, and he is now sniffing and snorting, and coughing to the extent that i feel like punching him with all my might. And he's doing this in the car!
And then he starts chewing his gum with his mouth open, smacking annoyingly.
So I ask him. "What are you eating?"
"Gum."
"Can you maybe not smack, and chew with your mouth closed?"
"Why does this bother you so much?"
"It just does," I retort angrily. "Now can you please just stop before I hit you?"
Then mom pipes up from the front seat. "Steph, would it kill you to just let it go?"
That's IT. "Look. I. Can't. Help. If. This. Makes. Me. Mad!!! I can't help it if I was born with freaking amazing hearing!! I want it gone. I don't care if God gave it to me for some ability, I DON'T NEED IT!!"
Daniel thinks this is a great time to come it, "Grumpy gills?"
I glare angrily, clenching my fists.
Kristen, "It's not very nice."
"Can we try and be happy?" Daniel asks in a chipper voice.
"SHUT UP DANIEL!"
Daniel, offended. "But can't you be nice?" Chipper, chipper, chipper.
"STOP GIVING ME SO MUCH FREAKING CRAP ABOUT IT!!" I shout at him, "You always do this! Every time I get mad, you always just try and make me hit you! You try!"
"I do not!"
"You do! I HATE IT! It just makes me want to hit you! You want me to get in trouble!"
"No I don't!" Oh, so innocent. }:K
Mom hates it when i'm this mad. "Have you prayed for it to go away? You need to control your anger better. Are you just going to be this way all your life?"
"Sure! God won't take it away! What can I do? Pretend it doesn't happen? I can't do that!"
"You need to be in better control of your anger."
"WELL GET ME ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES! I don't care!"
"Have you prayed about it today?"
I stop my rant, heart beating loudly in my throat. "...no." I say quietly.
The car ride is silent from there until I got home. When I got out, I didn't talk to anybody, I didn't even say 'hi' to Bo. I still haven't talked to anybody.

Now i feel aweful.

THE AMAZING STEPH RETURNS TO POST TO YOU PEOPLES!!!

2008-12-11T16:27:00.000-08:00

Hey! Sorry, I haven't posted in awhile. If any of you have a facebook, you'd understand completely. I got one, and it's sort of addicting for the first month or so...

So last night was White Elephant at Youth Group. It was really fun! Everyone brought goodies to eat and someone brought a bunch of egg nogg (I <3 EGG NOGG!!!) so we sat around and filled ourselves up and watched Josh and Jordan do a ninja contest, and Steve, Caleb, Alex, and Anderson play football with a shoe. Anderson's Shoe. Intense stuff, man.

We played bucketball (pretty much just like ultamate frisby mixed with tackle football and basketball. Will post directions at bottom of post) and the Girls/Leaders won against the Boys! It was SWEET. And after, all the boys were complaining that the whole thing was rigged. I guess they're just not used to getting wupped by girls! Better get used to it.

The Middle School'rs won the semester long battle for the 'Trophy of Greatness'. It (the Trophy of Greatness) is made up of a Cadalac hubcap attached to a bunch of bike parts. Blacklock made it and it's SWEET. So, now us Middle School'rs get a dinner on Blacklock to anywhere we want! Isn't that cool?

And after that, we did White Elephant! I brought a gift of two pillows (one reading 'Chill' on one side, and 'Out' on the other, and another that looks like a 'Tropical Jelly Belly Mix' bag) wrapped in pointcettia wrapping paper, and Sarah Smith was like, "OH MY GOSH I GET STEPH'S GIFT NOBODY TOUCH IT!!" And then she didn't end up with it. It was pretty sad.
I recieved a box inside a box, inside a box, inside a box, inside a box with candles in it. I think i'll put my money in it. Make it difficult for robbers to get to the middle without me waking up ;)

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Let me just get this out here: I write in my spare time!

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In art, Michael, Kristina, and I have an inside joke where I have two moms (Karen and Liegh, Michael has two dads (Baubra and Kathrine), and Kristina's family is polygamist (Hahaha).
Our teacher thinks we're nuts.

I'M FINE, REALLY!! o_0 *rocks back and forth in fetal position*

~Steph

Yay...Art!

2008-11-25T16:15:00.001-08:00

These are both prints

Me making a face
African Mask

2008-11-24T06:38:00.001-08:00

I'm at school. I'm such an outlaw. XD

My Career Options:

2008-11-17T18:46:00.000-08:00

Computer Hardware Designer
Costume Designer
Computer Animator
Technical Illustrator
Visual Effects Technician
Civil Engineering Technician
Landscape Architect
Lighting Designer
Multimedia Designer
Electrical Engineer
Movie-TV Camera Operator
Medical Illustrator
Website Designer
Arson Investigator
Acoustical Engineer
Computer Engineer
Naval Architect
Auto Racing Mechanic
Sports Photographer
Environmental Technician

Arson investigator? Sports photographer??? Ooo...acoustical engineer? Cool... oh, and movie camera operator? Sweet.

Paradise Playground RUN IT'S AN EMPLOYEE!!

2008-11-16T18:42:00.000-08:00

Okay! So on Friday, me and a bunch of people from Youth Group went to Paradise Playground, which is not paradise by any stretch of the imagination. The employees kept yelling at you if you jumped on something wrong, or if you did something you shouldn't. And then the guy employees kept looking at the girls weirdly and pervertedly.

But it was a heck of a night! IT WAS SO FUN!

There was a room full of lazars you had to try and duck like in Get Smart and there was Mission: Impossible music playing. Steve lost. He ran through ALL of them. Caleb came in second to last.

And there was this one thing called 'Jurrasic Adventure' which was basically a inflatable castle with two inflatable triceratops heads on one side, and two inflatable long-necks (watchamacall'em) on the other (and if you sit right in the middle, you get stuck in the hole the air comes in [i got stuck, and so did Carli, and so did Mason, and so did Steve]), and then in the middle, there's an inflatable volcano you climb up and you can slide down either side.

So Rabekka, Sara Smith, and I were hanging out at the top, and Blacklock and a bunch of the boys (and Carli) started to grab the ropes you climb up and pull on them. They would have pulled the whole thing down, had the employees not screamed for them to stop. Then Sarah all of the sudden screams and falls down one side.

Then later we did an obstical course and the girls won. :D Yay!

MOST FUN NIGHT OF THE MONTH!

over and out,

~Steph

I Just Had The Following Text Message Conversation:

2008-11-13T11:00:00.000-08:00

Sara: Colten got a hair cut
Me: I know.
Sara: He looks weird
Me: What, did you just see him or something?
Sara: Yeah he road my bus
Me: Ah. Yeah, he does look wierd. But it's also a step towards not being emo. Baby steps, Colten, baby steps XD
Sara: Michael is taking baby steps to become a man
Me: *bursts out laughing*
Sara: BUT ITS TRUE
Me: *still laughing* I know!

But yeah, Colten got a haircut, and now you can see his eyes! It used to be as long as mine (after I got one), and he looked like a sheepdog. Wow! Baby steps...

We're On A Bridge, Caleb!

2008-11-12T11:00:00.000-08:00

Youth Group 11-12-08:

My mom always bakes things for the youth group because, well, nobody else does. And let's face it, we've got waaay to many teenage boys shooting up like asparagus. So we walk in, and everyone's like "FOOOD!!" and we're tackled by a herd of boys.

Anderson donated a foose-ball table, so four of us (Carli and me vs. Jeeter and Makayla) all play until everyone's wrists and my stabbed thumb hurt. So then Carli and I kind of circled around social circles, avoiding conversations that sound boring, until we get to the Rabecca, Rachel, Sarah Smith, Steve, and Caleb circle.
Steven gave me a high five, and Rabecca said that the noise bothered her, so we did it again. Then he gave Carli one while Caleb and I high fived, and then I clapped in her face and she jumped. Then Caleb clapped in my face, so i clapped in his, and then Carli's, and then Steve's. Then Steve's like, "Did you seriously just do that?"
"Yeah," I counter.
Stare down.

Then after the lesson, Carli, Blacklock, and I were talking and Caleb just walks up and says, "We're on a briiidge, Steph."
My brain goes Oh! I know that! So I say, "We're on a briiidge, Caleb! A magical bridge of hope and won-derrr..."
And then Carli's like, "We're going to the Happy Canyon, Car-liiii!"

Yaaay, Mystery Night's on friday! Can't wait!

~Steph

Sara Palin. Para Salin.

2008-11-11T11:00:00.000-08:00

So i saw a picture on the internet, and in art class i was really bored, so i drew it.

KRISTEN FELL OFF A HORSE AND SPRAINED HER ANKLE!!!

2008-11-10T11:00:00.000-08:00

Gaaah!!

So yesterday we had the horse trainer over to help us train our horses (no duh).

The trainer asked me what horse I wanted to work with. I said Cocoa. She said that since Keena cut her leg, Kristen could work with Allie because Bonnie isn't broken. So we go out and try and catch Cocoa, but like the little Spirit she is, she runs off. So we halter Allie up and go to work with her in the round pen.

I got to put the bridal around my neck and zip my coat up around it. Keeps the bit warm. Hm.

The trainer has Allie run circles around her, and then she lunges her, and then she's finally ready to ride. We saddle her up, and the trainer rides her. She does great! So they put Kristen on her, and Allie just takes off cantering in circles in the round pen. Her only goal: to get Kristen off her back, which eventually works.
Kristen lands funny, and her ankle starts to hurt, and later, swells.
The trainer is not happy with Allie at this point, so we put her back in the pen with the other horses.
I carry Kristen in, and we ice her ankle, and we can tell it's sprained, because she can't walk on it.

She got to stay home today.

NO FAIR

Ow! The chiropractor messed with my neck today and it freaking HURTS.

~Steph

I Just Need To Say Something

2008-11-09T11:00:00.000-08:00

The Cheesecake Factory has the best strawberry lemonade in the world.

Nader / Palin Twenty-Twelve!!

2008-11-07T11:00:00.000-08:00

Whoever's with me, here's the button and lawn sign! NADER / PALIN TWENTY-TWELVE!!! YEAH!!!

I'm not gonna lie, I'm laughing my head off right about now XD

RANT RANT RANT RANT RANT RAAAAANT!!!!

2008-11-06T11:00:00.000-08:00

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OBAMA'S PRESIDENT!!! >.< I'm gonna cry,

and we're all gonna DIE

(And I'm gonna laugh when he's assasinated before his term. XD)

And don't you dare post a comment, Michael. I will erase it.

BO-BO!!!! It's Boaaaaaz the Baaaatdoooog!!

2008-11-03T11:00:00.001-08:00

Boaz's pictures!!!

Kristen and the Baby Bo Boaz
Nyaaaaawww....it's Bauw-Bauw!

Wanna Hear The Story of How I Stabbed My Hand?

2008-11-03T11:00:00.000-08:00

I had to write about it for language arts, so here it goes:

No, Away From Yourself, Idiot

By Steph (*******)

I could hear the faint buzzing of the TV in the background, see and feel the warm light from the antler chandelier, igniting the reds of the walls into a deep and soothing crimson.
I think I was reading, but that part of my memory, I can’t seem to recall. Maybe I was watching with my family, huddled up one of the cool leather couches next to my sister. I don’t know.
I heard my Dad’s heavy footsteps. They sent a low tremor in the floor that I could feel under me from my position on the couch. He was carrying a large bowl of ice cream and a box of grahm crackers. And then I heard the dreaded crunching noise that seems to only pester me. Would it kill him to chew with his mouth closed?
I sat for a few minutes and pretended to watch the TV, but am really just focusing and mentally urging Dad to go downstairs, or any other room, suddenly remembering something he had to do. I wished I had Matilda powers. Frustration clouded my judgment. I could just feel it under my skin, my fists clenched.
I get this feeling often. The best I can do is simply leave the room.
So I did.
I ran up the wooden stairs to my room, the cold oak under my bare feet sent shivers up my back with every step.

I had gotten wood carving supplies the day before, and so I pulled the wittling knives out of their case along with the wood block, and set them on my desk. I selected my tool.
My cat got up to see what I was doing. I gave her a few strokes and shoved her off the table. She shook herself out, and I returned to my carving.
Only, hmm. I couldn’t quite seem to cut this one part just right.
I repositioned my left hand, not realizing it was right in the path of the knife, should it go off coarse, and pressed my hardest against the wood.

Then, suddenly, it was in my hand, in the skin between my thumb and forefinger. Blood spurt out of the puncture, forcing the blade out, raining droplets onto my desk and wood block.
I got up and walked quickly into the bathroom, right next door. Adrenaline poured into my system as my head became light.
“Mom!?” I yelled, “I need help!”
I held my hand over the sink, and the red puddle under it began to get bigger. I heard Mom running up the stairs, already knowing what I had done.
She appeared in the wooden doorframe. Her eyes got big, and she quickly folded six sheets of toilet paper into a pad. “Hold it above your head and press this against it, it should stop the bleeding,” she instructed.
Kristen came in with some hydrogen peroxide in hand. “Jeez, Steph,” she said in a heavily sarcastic voice. “Trying to kill yourself?”
I shook my head and suddenly felt really light. “I need to sit down,” I said, realizing how bright the single bulb hanging from the unfinished wall. I felt like puking.
Mom set me down by the wall and held my hand up. “Put your head between your knees and keep your hand elevated.”
I obeyed.
I heard, “It looks pretty deep.”
Then Kristen’s voice, “Your room looks like someone got murdered in there.”
My hand was numb with pain. I felt stinging, and looked up at Kristen gently taking the blood soaked pad off my hand and replacing it with one soaked in hydrogen peroxide. I winced.
“Hey, Steph,” Kristen said, “How about cutting away from yourself next time?”
I gave a half smile, feeling sick from loss of life juice. “Yeah,” I croaked, “No kidding.”

Look this up

2008-11-02T07:27:00.000-08:00

Look this up on Google Earth:

43°38'46.09"N 115°59'35.81"W

50 Ways To Annoy Fang

2008-11-01T21:29:00.000-07:00

These are links:

50 Ways To Annoy Fang

40 Ways To Annoy Iggy

30 Ways To Annoy Max

And This Is Just Cool, So I'm Posting It

This Is Cool Too

Also Weird and Really Cool

Those last ones were from Google Earth. They're really cool and incredebly weird.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN PEOPLES

2008-11-01T11:00:00.000-07:00

How was trick or treating for you? If that's what you do.

I didn't go. I went and helped out at Slime Time at my church with Steve, Caleb, Alex, and Anderson. It was pretty fun. I manned (well, woman'ed) a trow-a-ball-into-this-hole-and-get-x-amount-of-prizes thing. At first it was you shot it into the hole with a sling-shot, but it broke. So we went with throwing it.

Then, like, halfway through the thing, Josh and Benny (Ben is the shortest asian eleven-year-old alive. I'm not even kidding. He calls me 'Stephy', and is so cute. He's really nice and polite, unlike his two older brothers) and they came with their mom, Denise.

I've known Steve's family since Daniel was born. So, like, forever. We're practically family. Same with Caleb's. Only his family left the church when we got a new pastor, and that made me sad 'cause his little sister I've known since she was born. She's uber cute too. Her name's Aubrey. And his brother Ethan...is just Ethan. He's a red head like Daniel, and they're friends too with another red head named J.T.

ANYWAY.

And then about fifteen minutes later, Steve, Caleb, Alex, and Anderson showed up and manned some of the other stations. It was funny, 'cause I could hear Caleb across the sanctuary: "STEP RIGHT UP!...

And then we all got shoved into the Cry Room (for babies, and it's soundproof) to take all the candy and put it into a big bag.
And then we hung out for awhile and talked about guy things because i relate to guys so much better than girls. I dunno.

It was just really fun. And then afterwards, Denise gave me some leftover dry ice and i put it into a bowl of water when I got home and went to bed at ten. And that is really early for me on a Friday night.

Over and out,

Steph

I HATE PIANO!!!

2008-10-30T15:31:00.000-07:00

I know that i can play really amazing, i'm just reeeeaaaally tired of the songs i'm playing. And my piano teacher is totally thrilled that i'm her student, but i'm not. She won't let me play anything but classics. It's reeeaaally boring. I don't wanna play another Bach song! I wanna play something cool, like music printed from songs i like to listen to. Then i might actually practice once or twice every week ('cause I never do). I could be amazing at something I like to do.

The other day, my mom was saying, "Geez, Steph, it's like you hate the thing."

I DO!!

I found Shawn MacDonald music for the piano at the Christian Book Store the other day. Did I buy it? No! Because my stupid teacher would never let me play that. Ooooh, no.

Seth on the other hand would love to take lessons from her. *elbows ribs*

But, really, i'd like a teacher that could teach me to compose music, because that's what I'd like to do. I keep hearing songs and going over to the piano to plunk them out, but I can't. I can't get the base chords because I don't know how to build them!
X( *rant**rant**rant*

And now Kristen's upstairs playing the music flawlessly for the first time that I just struggled over for half an hour.

AND I CAN'T FREAKING READ THE STUPID FREAKING NOTES!!!! AAAAAAAAARRRRRUUUGGGHHH!!!!

Uh-hmhmhm :'(

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Hey, found this on Fang's Blog:

Anonymous said...
Hey, Fang, I've got a suggestion:

CELL PHONES. Get them. Seriously. If you could snag a fancy-schmancy laptop that works ANYWHERE and can't be traced, then you should seriously consider swiping some cell phones like that.
One for you, one for Max, one for Iggy, one for Gazzy, one for Nudge, and one for Angel.
Why not? The Flock keeps getting split up, whether because of the Flyboys or Erasers or by *ahem* YOU being stubborn *cough* and I bet it would be a big relief to Max if she had a means of knowing where everyone was with just a little phone call.
You could even call in the middle of a battle, since they're so small and non-bulky, and you guys have plenty of time to make witty banter with whoever you're fighting. Just be like, "Oh hey girlfriend, wassup? You alive? Sweet, me too, barely! What about the others? Cool. Just makin' sure. OKAY LOVE YOU MAX, TOODLES!"

...maybe you won't say that exactly, but whatevs.

Just tryin' to be helpful from down here on the ground.

-Erin

Okay, So Seth Has A Blog Now

2008-10-27T11:00:00.001-07:00

You don't have to read it if you don't want to...but here's the link: Seth's Blog
There's also now a link on my link list.

I repeat, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT!! To whoever voted 'no' to his blog. Clear?

Okay!

Over and out,

Steph

Sunday

2008-10-26T11:00:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow i get to go back to school. }X( RAAAAAAANT!!!!

I have a lot of homework to do and all of it includes drawing stuff. So my hand hurts really bad, and right now i have a ACE Cold Compress on it.

And now I know that Caleb in fact is a yellow lab. We were Abby's car with Kristen and Abby driving up to the Care Center (nursing home) to do church for them old folks and he picks up a frisby from the back seat.
"This is the coolest frisby ever," he said.
Five minutes later. "This is a cool frisby."
After the Care Center church on the way back down...
"This is the coolest frisby ever."
"This is a cool frisby."
"Do you ever PLAY with this frisby?"
Kristen, Abby, and Me at the same time: "Geez, Caleb!"

Today at church I was talking to Kathy, Chris, and Makayla; and Steven (with Caleb following) runs up and yanks me out of that circle (rudely). This was no friendly take someone by the arm and pull them over. Oh, no. This was full fledged YANK. I swear, I got whip-lash.
So then I find myself in the Caleb, Steven, Anderson circle. And they tell me that I am now their friend.
Okaaaay...
And then Kristen yanks me out of that circle into her circle and gives me a big hug and yells at Steven.
I got at least thirty high fives today.

And then later, when we were at Word, Steve got mad at Jordan and ran at him, and Jordan moved out of the way just before Steve hit him and Steve literally flew at the couch, rolled over the top, and fell off with a crash. It was so funny. Worthy of movie content.

So yeah, apparently I'm now their new best friend. And I apparently need to go help them with Slime Time on Halloween because they're the only Youth helping and need me to go too.
Steve's like, "Nod your head 'yes'."

Kristina, wanna come with me so i'm not alone with all of them? Please?

Over and Out,

Steph

Horse Pictures!!! Mwaha, but no faces allowed.

2008-10-23T11:00:00.000-07:00

So this is like, part II of the Mexican Ghetto Truck Adventure, but everything past the second picture is at our house.

Daniel and I in the Mexican Ghetto Truck. Kristen's to my right, but she's not in the picture. Haha!

Kristen and I with Bonnie (brown one) and Allie (cream one)

From Left: Bonnie, Allie, Cocoa, and Keena

<==Allie Keena==>

<==Bonnie Cocoa==> Neighbor Horse===>

<==Allie Bonnie==>

<==Me <=Kristen Cocoa=>

<=Cocoa Kristen=>

Oh, so you think YOU'RE COLD? I'M FREEZING IN MY OWN HOUSE!!

2008-10-23T02:00:00.000-07:00

This is what i'm wearing RIGHT NOW. A wool hat , fleece jacket, pajama pants (well, and a pj shirt), and my skate shoes. And the scanner's light took forever to warm up 'cause, well, IT'S FROZEN.

Does anybody else bundle up like they're camping in their basement?

And I slept in my sister's room on a cot because she had a space heater in there, and that threw my back out of whack because have scoliosis.

Hehe, and my new haircut gives me severe bed-head.

And the computer's running slow because it's frozen

too.

Well, i think i'll go upstairs where the temperature is at least above freezing.

Over and out,

Steph

NOBAMA '08!!!!

2008-10-22T11:00:00.000-07:00

Hahaha. Sorry, Michael.

I drew these while waiting for the Sims 2 to load.

MY. HOUSE. IS. LIKE. A. FREAKING. FRIDGE!!!

2008-10-22T09:51:00.003-07:00

Okay, so the heater's broken in our house, and we live where there is nothing to block the stupid wind out. Like, no trees.
So my room is literally a fridge, and Kristen's is literally a freezer. My wood floor is so cold i could go ice skating. And I clearly need some more blankets on my bed.

OKAY let's talk back pains and minor scoliosis

2008-10-21T14:08:00.000-07:00

I went to the ciropractor today and he told me I had flat feet, and that that was affecting my posture, and making my backbone slanted. (AT A LITERAL ANGLE)
And that the second verabre on the right side of my neck is messed up and that might be yet another reason I get migranes.
And that I have a minor form of scoliosis, and that's because my feet are flat and my body has to adjust to having my head launch forward because of my back and then my back has to adjust so that my eyes remain level.

http://www.scoliosiscorrectioncenter.com/images/untold01.jpg

click on that, my form is more like the picture on the right. It's really minor, but extremly painful.

Steph Went on an Adventure in a Rainbow Ghetto Truck. She Found a Painted Pony and a Burrito

2008-10-19T20:59:00.000-07:00

Today we had an adventure. My dad bought this aweful truck that cost half of the ATV to pull the horse trailor. It has a rainbow stripe on the side, just like our retro RV.

I think my dad has something for the 80's.

So we drove up to Buena Vista to get the other two horses, and it took pretty much all day. Three hours down, three back. All i brought was four CD's (with the player), a pillow, and a book (which i did not end up reading). My sister got me to bring my iPod, but i didn't end up using that either.
I got the middle seat, with Daniel on the left, and Kristen on the right. Daniel almost made me carsick when he dicided to get out his pretzels and blueberry cream cheese from the cooler. I told him i'd puke on him, so he took one last bite and put them away.

We also ate at a diner, and we sat in the mexican corner with tiles. My mom looked for burritos on the menu.

He brought many things. It was like, "I need this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and two pairs of shoes (????)."
I only brought one pair XD

So we got Allie and Bonnie to go with Keena and Cocoa (WHO I AM SO RENAMING!!! Any ideas?). We got home with the trailor, and Keena and Cocoa start whinnying, like, "OMG IT'S ALLIE AND BONNIE!"

There's a pile of gold under every rainbow pickup.

Over and out,

Steph

Bleaaaah. Spludge.

2008-10-18T11:00:00.000-07:00

I think Michael got me sick. } :-(

I feel nauseous...

IGNORE THESE!!!

2008-10-16T11:00:00.000-07:00

these are for Michael, and Michael only. Michael, are these okay? I made them today, and it only took a few minutes.

Oh, and by the way, Kristina and I are mad at you.

:D Yaaay, Youth Group!

2008-10-15T11:00:00.000-07:00

Hahaha. Okay, so today at youth group we played this game where we had, like, twenty balloons per team, and you had to try and pop other teams balloons and guard your own. Only my team abandoned me to guard while they ran around and popped balloons, which is not good considering there are a lot of guys in the youth that are, like, two times stronger than me.

Well, except for Caleb. He and I are a pretty even match. He only got to one balloon. But, heck. Then Conner just storms in with Steve, and, woah. I...can't even begin to guard. You just hear this chaotic pop! pop! pop! 'cause I have to stand aside. Or get bloody flattened.
But it makes me happy I can hold my own against Caleb and Alex. XD

Then we watched a movie about following the steps of the rabbi. Like, in the old Jewish days, young boys studied the Torah, having Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy completely memorized, until they were ten, and then most went on to apprentice to the family business. But the best of the best continued, memorizing and studying --

(Joshua, Judges, Ruth, 1st and 2nd Samuel, 1st and 2nd Kings, 1st and 2nd Chronicles, Ezra, Nehemiah, Esther, Job, Psalm, Ecclesiastes, Song of Solomon, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Lamentations, Ezekiel, Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos, Obediah, Jonah, Miccah, Nehem, Habakkuk, Zepheniah, Haggai, Zachariah, and Malachi) --

They had that much memorized. And then the best of the best of the best would look for a Rabbi to follow, to be a disciple of. They would tell the rabbi, "I want to do what you do! I want to be like you!"
So the Rabbi would drill them on questions about the Torah, about the Bible, and about God. If he was dissatisfied, he would say, "You know, maybe this isn't the best thing for you. Go, continue your family business."
But if they passed, the Rabbi would say, "Come, follow me."

Now when Jesus went out to find deciples, he went to look amongst those who didn't make it. Those who didn't make the cut. Jesus saw two brothers fishing, Peter and James. They were fishermen, the lowest of the low. Then Jesus said, "Come, follow me."
And they dropped their nets and followed him. This has always sounded wierd to me, 'cause, like, why would you just drop everything and follow a stranger? Because he's a rabbi and he thought that they could do what he did.
They had missed the cut, and yet they'd been chosen to follow.

That's what we are. We have been called by the Rabbi, the BIG one! Even though we didn't make the cut (by any stretch of the imagination). We. Are. Not. Good. Enough! And yet God says he wants to hang out with us, and he wants us to follow him! He thinks we could do what he does!

And then after the lesson, we had a tickle war. Kathy, the asian girls, Makayla and I stuffed Kristen in a trash bag and dumped her by the trash can. Then Kathy tickled her. XD
And then someone found two finger blasters, and we shot those at each other while tickling the ticklish.
Did anybody know that Caleb is, like, really ticklish? Neither did Blacklock.
And then a few kids broke out of the fight into a social circle. It was me, Kristen, Steven, Josh, Chris, Conner, and Kathy.
Josh thinks we should name one of our horses Josh Jr. And one Steven It.
Haha.

So yeah, that was one of the more eventful and fun days at youth group!

This is kinda hard

2008-10-14T16:00:00.000-07:00

Okay, so i have to write a paper against the War on Terror, even though i'm for it. This is so hard, because i'm totally against everything I wrote below. So...here it is:

Imagine you are a salesman at the World Trades Center, in New York. It’s been a usual morning on the morning of September the eleventh, 2001. Maybe you went and got some coffee at the local Starbucks before heading off to work. But at 8:46 am, all of the normality diminished. Because at precisely at 8:46, the North Tower was hit by American Airlines Flight 11, and following, at 9:03, American Airlines Flight 175 flew into the South Tower. Maybe you escaped, and maybe you didn’t.
Now imagine you are at home, about thirty years of age, and mother of a single bundle of joy, your eight month year old daughter, Lily. You’re feeding her baby food with a spoon, grinning when she smiles at you with her three teeth. That’s when your attention flicks to the TV that’s flipped to the news channel.

“…yes, and this happened just this morning! Two planes crashed into the twin towers, many people were killed…”

Your heart stops, and you look at your little girl. She has blonde little curls and rosy, pink cheeks. Her bright blue eyes flick towards you, and she gives you a gay little smile. She looks just like her dad when she grins like that, the way her soft little dimples for parenthesis around her mouth.
He was in that building.

Terror. A noun meaning a sharp, overpowering, intense fear. The war that is against fear. The War on Fear.
The War on Terror.

The War has created terror in most citizens of the United States. Do you not look at Arabs differently than your parents had before the attack? This is what some Afghan men plotted for years while they hid in caves: a culture of fear. Politicians can now tell us that they’ll make so-and-so safer, and our attention is naturally drawn to whichever canadate is promising this. It targets a direct emotion when someone says ‘the War on Terror’.
Here’s the thing: the War on Terror should not have been started.
The war has caused us to panic, raising security almost everywhere, especially in airports. A lot of people are afraid of flying for fear of being hijacked. We can not teach our children to fear the Arab people, most of which, played no part in this evil.
War causes grudges between countries that have fought for years. And I do not believe that it is a very safe idea to be fighting against another country with weapons of mass destruction. Because we could easily be wiped out.

We need a stronger leader before going to war, somebody who knows what to do and when. We do not need troops in Iraq. We should take care of problems here, in the US, because we are the priority. Country first. By slowly pulling our troops out of Iraq, we are giving them the opportunity to strengthen their own militia. Immediate withdrawl might just be the fuel we need to get rid of the violence.

So i have noticed

2008-10-13T11:00:00.000-07:00

That my life kinda runs off the Youth Group battery. Heard of that brand? Like, i have something to look forward to and to drag me through Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. (urg...still spell that thinking, 'okay...WED - NES - DAY').
And that, pick anyone in that room minus the people in the only clique and the middle school guys (count them, three), and i would trust them with my life. I could trust any one of them, minus those people, with anything.

Although, I probably couldn't trust Steve and Caleb with an egg and tell them not to break it all week, but you get the drift. ('cause trust me, it would break)

But...right now i feel like going to youth group right now, 'cause i'm in need of some friends to talk to and be totally undignified and to rip off the stupid school mask.
'Cause i am not blank and expressionless at home and at church. Ooooh, no. I do not answer questions worth at least a sentance with two words.

And I give hugs (TO GIRLS, MIND YOU). I really need a hug right now and i don't know why. I'm gonna go find Kristen...

Michael may not beleive me, but it's true. I am a hug reciever.
Aaand...i'm not at school. Because i do not trust most people there. I feel insecure and tense there. And if Michael tried to hug me, he knows he'd get kicked. (theory from last year PROVEN)

Uh-hoom. *pout* I need my Church Family... :-(

2008-10-12T21:44:00.000-07:00

Don't pay attention to this, 'cause i'm gonna delete it once i get it printed off at school. Thanks! (sorry, trying to learn guitar by ear)

HORSES!!!

2008-10-12T21:06:00.000-07:00

Okay, so i raided a coloring page site and found a picture and painted it so it looks like my horse. My horse is a Dunn, but she is also Buckskin and Indian Paint. She is so pretty! I need to get a picture of her on here soon (and Kristina, you need to come over soon!).

Today, my mom's friend and her two girls (both older that 15) came over and helped us get our barings on horsey's.

I learned how to round pen, but i couldn't ride my horse (still coming up with a name, only i can't tell you her full name because you could literally find me and kill me with that name because she's a regestered horse.

I don't know how many of you yahoos are crazy maniac mass murderers who plan to kill me at the first piece of info you get of me, but it's a risk.

I AM NOT A CRAZY FREAK SHOW MASS MURDERER!! I swear, i'm not. (Don't listen to any comments that Michael may post about that statement, okay? Okay.)

Oh, and Michael? OBAMA IS A BUTT HEAD!! When he comes to kill us, we're gonna send Boaz after him, charge him on our horses, and we are gonna LOCK HIM IN THE HORSE TRAILOR!! YEAH!!

And then we'll throw Molly in there with him to finish 'im off. XD

Mwahaha.

So yeah, 10-4, over and out.

Sorry, Couldn't Resist

2008-10-11T14:40:00.000-07:00

"Read the questions below, type your answer into flikr search and pick a picture from the first page of search results you like most.

"First name? Favorite food? High school you go/went to? Favorite color? Favorite Celebrity?Favorite drink? Dream vacation? Favorite dessert? What do you want to be when you grow up?What do you love most in life? What's one word that describes you? Flikr name?

I'm just gonna give you my answers: 1) Stephany; 2) Ice Cream; 3) Um...I'm not gonna tell you this one; 4) Blue; 5) Kiera Knightly; 6) Mango Smoothie; 7) Africa; 8) Bundt Cake; 9) Artist; 10) My God. 'Cause he's the one true God, and he loves me; 11) Music/Being Steph-like (you'd get this if you knew me in real life); 12) Don't have one.

Hey, we got horses today!!! I'm so happy! We got Keena and Cocoa, and they don't like carrots. Okay, did you ever get those toys when you were a kid that were, like, plasic horses? I'll bet they came with little plasic carrots. But my horse and Kristen's horse don't like them.

It's raining, and cold, and I'm wearing my awesome amish jacket, my blue Hello Kitty fleece pajama pants that i hate, and blue socks.

10-4, over and out.

2008-10-10T11:00:00.000-07:00

Our daschund just tried to kill our schnoodle. I am not even kidding.
I wake up, and all i hear is daniel screaming and a muffled "Rrr-rur-rur-rur". And i'm like, "Oh crap," so i go downstairs to knife-hand Molly (dashcund) in the back, but Dad's already on it. And Maggie (schnoodle)'s mouth is bleeding and Dad said that Molly was hanging on to it with her teeth like her life depended on it.

Geez that thing is so evil.

Yeah, so you remember what daschunds can do next time you reach down and say "Oh...!! She's so cute!!! Because that thing could kill you. I swear.

Okay, you asked for it...

2008-10-09T11:00:00.000-07:00

They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-haaa! , the Hit Crew

Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I'd go berserk?
Well. . .

You left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone
Completely out of my mind
And. . .

They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

You thought it was a joke
And so you laughed
You laughed when I had said
That losing you would make me flip my lid
Right. . .

You know you laughed,
I heard you laugh
You laughed, you laughed and laughed
And then you left
But now you know I'm utterly mad!
And. . .

They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

I cooked your food
I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind, unselfish loving deeds?!!
Hah. . .

Well you just wait
They'll find you yet
And when they do they'll
Put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!

And. . .They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Okay, so Michael and Kristina begged me to put this on here.

DID I MENTION HOW MUCH I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T COMMENT???

2008-10-07T11:00:00.000-07:00

(yeah, so i don't know who's read the last post or what, but, hey, there are NO COMMENTS.)

"Should I start this song off with a question?
Or should I say what's on my mind.
(Add a cello here to add a sad impression).
Cause I'm not looking forward to leaving my friends all behind.
I didn't vote (though I'm not proud), cause I'm Canadian, and I'm not allowed.
Give it a go or throw in the towel.
Stand all alone or swim through the crowd.
No one around to help you decide.
It's time to make up your mind." (only ironic because i had an orchestra concert today)

Hehe...Caleb gets 'runner's high'. He's in cross-country. Like, "Whoo-hoo! Haha, hee hee, ho ho, five miles to go! Hee hee, haha, ho ho..."
I can so see him skipping about and singing that. XD

Oh, hey, Newman? My computer swallowed one of your blank CD's. And yes, i mean what i mean when i say that my computer swallowed a CD.
Sorry 'bout that. Did you know there's 322 Michael Newman's in the US? I searched it to see if it was safe to use your whole name on my blog. Apparently yes.
But there's only three Kristina ______ in the US. So i'm not gonna use your whole name. There aren't any Stephany ______ in America. Apparently i'm not regestered. But there are 72 Stephany's in Colorado. Spelled with a 'Y'.

Has anyone else noticed that me and my friends (Newman, Kristina, and Ruby) are really loud with their typing? Like we use THE BIG LETTERS and the bold letters and the BIG AND BOLD LETTERS. And we say the randomest things.

Ya know?

Anyway, 10-4, over and out.

(Oh, and hey, Read the post before this and COMMENT ON IT!!!)

Hahaha...Guys Are So Wierd

2008-10-05T17:43:00.001-07:00

I REALLY DID STAB MYSELF!! HENCE THE SCAR!!! OH THE HORROR!!!

I'm wearing stripes today. If any of my friends from school saw me in this, they be like, "What the heck, Steph."

Okay, so today at church, my family got there way to early because me mum and dad were going up to the nursin' home. So Kristen, Daniel, and I got to sit in the near-empty 'socializing' room (as i call it) and mess around. My siblings ended up on the ONLY two chairs, so i got the floor. I text Kristina.

Me: Hi
Kristina: Hi
Me: Whatcha doing
Kristina: Watchin tv
Me: I'm at church. I'm super early. XD
Christina: Oh, wow
Me: I know. I'm just sitting around watching people.

(Our youth leaders Blacklock and Abby arrive)
"Morning ladies," he says.
"Brian! Daniel is not a lady!" Abby scolds.
Blacklock does a classic 'blacklock' shrug. "Sorry."

Kristina: I hav 2 do the whole patent project 2day, yuck
Me: Me too. I kinda forgot how to do that...what do we write about?
Kristina: I hav no diea, thats y i havnt started it yet

(Steven, Josh [Steve's brother], Michael [ANDERSON], and Cameron [can't remember last name...he works at Little Cesar's] arrive)

Me: Oh. Well i gotta go...

"Hey, Steph." I look up. Steve towers over me [kinda because i'm sitting on the ground and he's so much taller than me], and so does Josh, Michael, Cameron, and Blacklock.
"Hi Steve."

Kristina: K bi

I look at Kristen. "They're so tall," I whispered, standing up. Steven gives me a high five, and the seven of us form a circle and start talking. Only, i'm kinda stuck behind Steve and Kristen. Heh. Then the two new girls from Singapore join the circle and i'm totally cut off.
"Um, hey, can you people, like move a bit that way? I'm feeling kinda excluded," I say to Kristen from behind Steve.
"Aw," Steve says, and puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into the circle between him and Kristen. "Now...you are part of the cir-cle," he says gesturing.

Yeah, no kidding.

Awkward...
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Okay, and this was the funniest thing that happened to me ALL DAY.

So after service, Caleb shows up. And me, Kristen, Daniel, Anderson, Steven, and Caleb were hanging out, and Steve goes, "Hey, look at this awesome Matrix Fitness stuff. Caleb, 'cmon, yeah like that. You get down in the push-up position and hold it. Like this."
And they, and Anderson, stay that way for a minute before Steven beats them [Caleb having no arm strength at all]. Never-the-less, he flexes his arm afterwards. I was trying sooo hard not to laugh.
And then all the boys do wall-sits without a wall, and i join them. And I win.
And then all the guys were being all 'manly'.
Then our youth leader Chris comes over, "Why do guys always do stuff like this when girls are around?"

It was funny.

And then I got hit in the face with Steve's Arizona Tea 'cause he was wondering what i was doing while he was helping Blacklock glue things for three hours [because i didn't have an excuse and honestly didn't know anything about it, and Kristen did have an excuse] and play a game of 'light sabers' against Caleb and find out that i'm just as strong as he is. If not stronger.

And that's what my Sunday was like.

AND THEN I READ FANFICTION FOR FOUR HOURS!!!!

If you dare frickin copy this i'll beat you up, then send Boaz after you, then sick the Big Bad Wolf on you, and then i'll run my horse over y-

2008-10-05T17:36:00.000-07:00

Get my gist? Okay, so i had to write this paper for Social Studies, and I had very vegue instruction, and i don' t get it. So...just comment and tell me how bad it is *covers face*

AND DON'T FRIGGIN COPY IT!!! I AM LOOKING AT YOU, MICHAEL. I. SWEAR.

Steph [last name oooo not telling you what that is since i'm the only Stephany [last name] in the world (i googled it)]
Core 1Technology

The technology we used one hundred years ago, and the technology we use now is phenomenal. Like, toilets! I mean, it sounds really funny, but really. Toilets have had a big effect on the way our houses are built, and the way we live. According to an article at Worldinfo.com, “…high density cities could not be possible without toilets.” Nowadays, you can’t just empty a chamber pot from the window of your apartment! That’s disgusting! Even though some of the world’s most advanced societies one hundred years ago did, they had a certain system that worked around chamber pots. We assume that toilets have been around for a long time, because they’re so simple, and common. But that in fact is not true. It is a very modern device for handling human waste. And it does a pretty good job of it too.
Running water is also a luxury that people two hundred years ago did not have. Tap/running water changes the whole aspect of searching for water that’s drinkable. They had to boil it in order to be able to even drink it without getting sick. Now, all we need to do is, just, turn a handle, and, hey!, clean, drinkable, water. Hardly any energy used at all.
(http://socrates.berkeley.edu/~scotch/innovation/inventing_email.pdf ) The telephone is also a great and convenient thing. Two hundred years ago, they had something called the Pony Express. And you sent letters to people using people who risked their lives on horseback to deliver to a loved one your important message. One hundred years ago, there was a train that could do that for you. Until about the 1960’s, you had to write to somebody to get mail, with just a pen and paper. But that all changed just as soon a man named Bolt Beranek came up with a way to sent electronic text messages from one computer to another, thus the beginning of email.
In 1347, the Black Death broke out in Europe. Did they have the technology to save hundreds of lives? No. You see, today, many diseases you get are curable. The modern technology enables us to find cures for almost any illness or injury you may face.
One hundred years ago, if my sister had been born, she would have died. Born without a thyroid, and a month too early, there would have been no hope for her. No incubator to keep her warm, medicine to make sure she grew. She would have died. But, no. Instead, she was born in the twentieth century, and there were doctors who knew what they were doing, and who would not rest until they were sure that that infant lived. Technology, it’s a wonderful thing isn’t it?

http://www.wordinfo.info/words/index/info/view_unit/3950
http://encarta.msn.com/encyclopedia_761588279/Black_Death.html
http://encarta.msn.com/column_10greatestinventions_tamimhome/the_10_greatest_inventions.html)

Did that suck? I think it did.
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I read most of ':D :D :D :D :D' that i put on the last post 0-O XD

Nyurg!

Mexico -- In All.

Philippians 4:8

Fanfic!

Huuungryyy...!!! (>_<)

Summer: So Far.

Leaving -- Yet Again :(

Last Days

Like, OW!

The House. This is fun!

Cool Stuff

Mexico on the Horizon

Vahaha! Zeee Reeeturn of Seeenor EmoSqueeesh!

I Hope to Start Something

Good Book: Thr3e by Ted Dekker

Okay, So Big Snowstorm

Will Starve For Food.

So I've Started Drawing Anime

The Lime Has Landed.

Bookmarks for All You Seth, Jenn, and Flashman Fans!

Seth's Life Is Now In Grave Danger (or, okay, the 'delete' button)

This is Curt.

In the Spirit of Infants...

*trip!* ...www...oah... *wobble*

I...Yeah. I've Been Tagged

Fang is so Dumb.

OKAY. Sit Tight. We'll Get Through This...

Questions You MUST Answer!

Hehe, I'm Not Cheating...*rocks back and forth on heals*

The Reason...

The Geese and England (and some Corr)

23

Nothing Better.

Okay, What the Crap?

The Other Half of Chapter 11 of My Fanfiction

I FOUND MY JUMP DRIVE!!! *hugs*

DANG IT.

Gazelles!!

Hehehe.

Chapter 11

Ooohhh...The Talk!

THIS IS FROM NANO!!

Neener Neener

Okay, So What I Did Today.

FAAAAAAX!!!! FAX! FAX! FAX! FAX!

Bleah. Sick.

I'M SORRY THIS IS ALL I MANAGED TO GET DONE I'M SORRY, I'M SICK!

Duh, Nuh, Nuh, NUUUUUUH.

Ah, Haha. More Fanfiction. SCHOOL STARTED! NUUUH!!!

Okaaay! More Fanfiction!

Know That You Know

And Some Mooore...

MICROSOFT FINALLY WOOOOORKS!!!!!

So, Um, Happy New Year. And Merry Christmas (Not Hansakwanamas! I Can Say Whatever I WANT.)

Okay, So Some Suckish News

What Will They Do Now?

Har Har Har.

GAAAAH!! ERASERS ATTAAAACK!!!

Fax, Fax, Fax, Fax, FAAAAAAX (newman, stay away from this post)

Okay, I'm Writing A Fafiction

I Got Really Mad Today And Now I Feel Really Bad. :(

THE AMAZING STEPH RETURNS TO POST TO YOU PEOPLES!!!

Yay...Art!

My Career Options:

Paradise Playground RUN IT'S AN EMPLOYEE!!

I Just Had The Following Text Message Conversation:

We're On A Bridge, Caleb!

Sara Palin. Para Salin.

KRISTEN FELL OFF A HORSE AND SPRAINED HER ANKLE!!!

I Just Need To Say Something

Nader / Palin Twenty-Twelve!!

RANT RANT RANT RANT RANT RAAAAANT!!!!

BO-BO!!!! It's Boaaaaaz the Baaaatdoooog!!

Wanna Hear The Story of How I Stabbed My Hand?

Look this up

50 Ways To Annoy Fang

HAPPY HALLOWEEN PEOPLES

I HATE PIANO!!!

Okay, So Seth Has A Blog Now

Sunday

trip! ...www...oah... wobble

Hehe, I'm Not Cheating...rocks back and forth on heals

I FOUND MY JUMP DRIVE!!! hugs