Revised poem from the Hobbit.. without grammar

(Panda Poo to the ones who haven't read this book!)

Sing all ye joyful
Now sing all together
Soft is the grass
And let foot be like feather
The stars are in blossom
The moon is in flower
And bright are the windows
Of night in her tower
Dance all ye joyful
Now dance all together
The wind's in the treetops
The wind's in the heather
All of us sing
And dreams let us weave him
Bind him in slumber
And there let us leave him
The wanderer sleepeth
now soft be his pillow
Lullaby Lullaby
Alder and Willow
Lullaby lullaby
Oak, Ash and Thorn
Do not wake
Until it is morn

Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

Meh!!! Why do I have a bad feeling about Spook this year? *wards off all with finger cross!!!* FEAR! But yeah. And apparently we're all gonna be Ghost Busters... Just need a vaccuum pack and tan clothes! Woot! Much easier than the Chinese Dragon Idea. AND we might be making Blanche.. (wait sorry, he didn't like that.. New nickname.... Um... Narcissus? No No.. He's only like that via picturs. Otherwise he's calling himself fat all the time. YOUR NOT FAT! *pats him on head* Your just right, Be Happy! OH! Can I call you Sheep for this one? Yay! Ok, He's Sheep!) Now, Ahem, Sheep might get to be that freaky looking green ghost. WHOOP! (I laugh at you, that would've been me!) Gothica is the Marshmellow dude that looks like a evil pillsbury doughboy... Eeek! But she's happy. But, The best part of Halloween is Spook! The Hottest Dance of the year. But this year I REFUSE to be stupid and play cupid. No NO NOOOO! I hate watching everyone dance with their partners BUT me. HATE IT! I just SIT during the slow dances... Sigh... So annoying... Oh, And Sheep is being very evasive about Spook. *taps foot in frustration* Someone give me some blackmail on him so that he'll come without being confusing! No more Squareness for the Sheep! XD Joking Dude, Joking. Before I go, One little Happy Dance : The BreastedBitch is gone!!!!! *doo dee doo du da dee dddddddddddoooooooo*

Apologies and Confusion

I admit that after reading over my earlier rant that I was mean to Becky. I apologize for it. I was angry and should not have taken it out on you, no matter what. *Bows and gives cookies... and pie... and pet dragon.*

On the other hand, I hate fighting with my friends and I still don't know why Your mad Daniel so please tell me.

And I know you'll both read this eventually.

Oh!

Hey, Did I mention my kitty, Lil' Dude, came back after a year? It's like the Homeward Bound movie! Well, today I tried making him a toy... I had quite a bit of catnip in it and he TORE IT APART! There was catnip everywhere and he just kept rolling in it making catnip angels! Then his was sooo stoned for the next half hour. He even attacked himself in the mirror. Lil' Dude (tis his real name) is NUTS! Eventually he calmed down and is now totally exhausted on my lap. ^_^

Early Thanksgiving

Urk... So Full. My family kept pushing the food at me. I hate cream peas and I ate so much of them. *crying* I did have fun though. The blonde group of kids are ssssooooo cute. Specially Cold. Cold is the baby boy, and he's starting to like me again. I sat by him at the table of 16 and he was entertaining. He can say my name now! Yay! After dinner though he was running around and ran smack dab into the freezer. Poor baby boy... Sniffle. He cried.... He's like 3 so it's terribly sad. And high pitched.

I get home and we turn the house upside down looking for mum's glasses. Yeah, That went well. Soon I'm the only one looking as the rest of my family sits on their butts. Nice.

NOW we're watching yet another terrorist type movie... And you people wonder where I get it from!

Rant for the Day

(Excuse my spelling, It's off today)
Let's start the day off with some nice, healthy fighting to rush out the door. Then mix in a little disappointment and sorrow throughout the day and VOILA! You have a violent thinking Ambi by the end of the day.

Once I got to school, Fully over my 'getting ready' distress, I happily texted around trying to find someone to go to the SADD conferance with me... GUESS WHAT! No one wanted to come. Why? Because they are all 'scared of people'. Yeah fuckin right! Lazy is what it's called. So, I try to register to go on my own. Check the website, www.saddsask.ca, You will see that they have a whole group for delegations of ONE. But ooohhh no. Mrs. LargeChin-ski would not have it. "Your the only one who wants to go, there's no point, you need a chaperone, you can't go alone." One word can sum this up; Bullshit. I can go if I want to. SADD rules state it. I don't need a chaperone because one will be provided for the 'LonerDelegates' group. And the point is to actually force some enthusiasum and responsibility on the members. This is why no one wants to join SADD.
--->This all filled first period.

Later, I got to write a BORING test. Super easy, totally boring... I was done sooo early. But, I didn't even set foot outside my testing cubicle because my friends had disappeared. Far be it from them to actually wait for me. Then I get harrassed by the boardshort people (Aka the poopular SRC and such people). They just don't seem to understand the word 'Alone'.
---> And this was my second period

So we move on to the next hour, English! Gothica was extremely B-I-T-C-H-Y and I dunno why... I love it when my 'friends' are in a bad mood and take it out on me. I call it "Ass Syndrome." We had a few tests, 2 on quotes and one multiple choice. I'm hoping I did ok. I have no idea what happened yesterday though considering I missed class! Luckily the All Mighty Ms. B-Cat gave me the work. Woot Woot! ...more work.. Good god, I'll never be done. (On the one hand though, as I'm writing this, I remember that I forgot my English at school... Fuck.)
---> Third Period zooms away

Now comes the High and Powerful LUNCH! Gothica is still bitchy so I don't even bother to ask if I can shove my books in her locker like I usually do. Instead I get to walk to the other end of school (Lazy me, I know) and put my stuff away, Being harrassed because my binder is 'cute' therefore 'immature'. Pricks. I get back and saunter into the lunch line only to find out I'm a FRICKIN QUARTER SHORT because Jilly Darling cannot add. So I borrow from the Pentagram Queen. Thank you FrogEditor! (She has many nicknames) I sit down and this new hor, Amy, pipes up with a pumpkin allergy. Sooo I go and sit by Blanche, Gothica, and J-dude. Gothica and Blanche are so wrapped up with each other that I'm surprised their lunches got ate. It's amazing to think that Gothica has a different boyfriend, I cannot wait until him and Blanche meet. J-dude was nice again but he left... to be a loner... at the library.. again. So I eat my pie (Thanksgiving... Yum Pie) and listen into conversations and chatter away about normal stuff. Gothica says to me later on 'I don't mean to be rude ambi but your giving me a headache.' Alright, I'll give her that. She's sick. Amy feels it is her duty to say 'Well, I hate you so I can tell you to just shut up!" What the hell did I do to her, I barely know the bitch! Lunch progresses normally until near the end when Blanche, Gothica and me have a conversation about Blanche being Gothica's total slave (Aka Bitch, loyal like a dog) He profusely denies, Gothica laughs, and I state the obvious. Oh Joy. (Did I mention that Blanche took his phone and showed everyone the ton of texts he has recieved consist only of mine and this ryan fellow's. It's not my fault if he has no one else to talk to.)
--->Lunch hour runs on into fourth period
As I'm walking to life trans I send two texts. One to Blanche; "And If you didn't want me to text you then you could've just said so." Dumbest words of my life. Second to Gothica, "You grumpy cuz your sick of me?" Which we joke about. I get to life trans and none of my regular buddies are there... And one whom I can kinda stand, The T, comes in half an hour late, gives me terrible notes, humilates me in front of class and smells like a tank dumped sewage on her... Good God. Mrs. G (Sweet Teacher but sooo oblivious) makes us say one thing we're thankful for (in Grade 12... good golly...) I say 'I'm thankful I wake up breathing" and Mel mistakes breathing for breeding! Yeesh! So blushing by now...
---> Over, run away to fifth period
Yak Yak, Talk Talk, Get the notes from yesterday... Then we read! As soon as reading is over it is decided that we will go to the library and work on our 6 page essays. (which I still need to do... only 3 paragraphs... Due two days from now. Uh oh) Gothica and Red (Twins do everything together...) sit at a table near the computers to write up their roughdrafts while Blanche and I sit at the computers to type! (I typy so fast! =3) I get so ticked off at the computer that I quit and go to handwriting it. That didn't work well... to easily distracted. must be the Taurus thing. I work on it until I notice a Wesnoski twin and quote a joke about belt buckles compensating for smaller parts of the anatomy. Gothica sarcastically informs me about how great belt buckles are and when I say "I was just joking, That was really mean of you..." She gets up and sits at the table behind me and Red. Red, I notice, says nothing but I think is on my side... I get sad, because Gothica is my friend. Soon I find myself saying sorry even though it was SHE who had hurt me. She stays over there though, for 'space'. Alright, Go for it. I run an errand for Red to find out where FrogEditor and the BreastedBitch ran off to and she's grateful for it but has to go herself. So I'm alone at the table. I figure out how to use the school email system thanks to Gothica so I'm running on the electronic writing again. I try to converse with Blanche but he's rather zoned out. He quotes things that make no sense and when I comment on them he quotes MORE. So I jokingly call him annoying, life goes on. (Remember this.) Later, Gothica scares the crap out of me by sneaking up behind me. I jump.. Yay. But it seems to have caught Blanche's amusement... Figures though, He loves everything Gothica does. Why? I dunno! Class ends with him being moody.. again.
--> Class ends, move on the right after school
I be a gopher (go for this go fer that) for a bit with the football rally thing and end up burning my whole mouth on cocoa, and it still hurts. I text Blanche this and he laughs and says its karma for calling him annoying. What the fuck...? He calls me annoying all the time. I shrug it off but he continues to be bitchy (Well into the football I am textin him) until he tells me: "Do me a favor and stop texting me." I go through the stages: Denial, Anger the acceptance. By the time I get to acceptance we're losing 50 to 21 and I'm about to cry. I feel proud though for I did not. Although this might have been because my tear ducts were frozen. There's another thing, it was so cold and I was in pain because Red, FrogEditor and BreastedBitch use me for their footwarmer instead of letting me on the bench. I let them for survival instincts because I was THAT COLD. Eventually Red notices I'm upset and we thaw in the washroom for a bit. She thinks it's because I'm cold. HA! No, It's because a friend just told my to leave him alone, for good. If he was busy or something he could've told me but oh no, had to slap me across the face... Sigh.
--> After the football game
I hitch a ride with Red and she forgets her cellphone. We have to go back to the field to find it. I find it. She's grateful. Thank you for this small kindness Lord. I'm even colder. I make it home, a popsicle.

Help me.... I'll go listen to my therapist now, his name is Foamy.

Poem?

When night eats the moon
And smoke fills the skies
When men sleep till noon
With the sun in their eyes
When blood fills the cup
And all laughter dies...

Call out, No one will come...

Four winds will moan at the shadow's call
The moon and the stars will be held in thrall
Sky flames will dance to the beat of black wings
Midnight meets dawn as the twilight sings
One voice holds them and One song binds
Darkness to light as the shadow unwinds
One hope frees them, the two and the one
Black wings beat at the jaws of the sun

Call out, No one will come...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You left me here alone
You left me here to die
Now I'm coming after you
And it's your turn to hide

Mixture Entry

Mixture Story. Chapter 1

*How would you feel if one day some big bad person took your world and mixed it with another’s? Even Better, How about mixing it with Five? What would you do? Run and Hide? Or Hunt Things Down? Or be the nice little Hero that ruins all the fun for that “big, bad guy”?*

Kitkona Svaroliska sat on a wooden rocking chair beside a gentle fire reading from her own journal in which she basically spoke to herself, crazy though it sounds: “There are Five Worlds out there you know. Maybe more but so far I only know of five, Inklara, Solafi, Gringorou, Cetional, and my home world, Amrium. Trading between Worlds was forbidden but sometimes we outlaws did anyway. It wasn’t much, just little Items here and there. But then came Kelsora. She seemed like a nice girl, good at pinching pockets. But then I found out that she had the power of deception. She convinced my band to steal something more precious. Even with my own powers of speech I could not sway my fellows. They went with her, all of the young ones. All that is left are me and my veterans. If she ever comes back I shall kill her. She ruined my life. Who am I? Leader of the Outlaws!”
There was a blank space in the writing and a piece of a biography pasted on the paper;
“Name: Onsari ‘Raksha’
Age: 21
Appearance: Black Hair and Leather Armour
Weapons of choice: Punching daggers (Staff when needed)
Powers: Death and Intimidation
Attribute: Shadow Walk (allows her mask her body in a way that she blends in with the shadows around her)
History: Onsari is the Assassin of the Outlaws. Strong, somewhat arrogant, yet knowing her place when in the presence of those she considers authority; Onsari is known as the Demon of the Outlaws. Her weapons of choice are her punching daggers, which she is extremely skilled with. She is also skilled in the mixing of poisons and antidotes as befits an Assassin of her calibre. Because she works in the shadows as part of her trade, her skin is always unusually pale for a mortal person's. Because of this, and her ability to bend the shadows around her so that she can use them to hide in, she is known as Raksha to those who would either try to place a bounty upon her head or be likely to have a bounty placed on their head. She has always been completely loyal to me, and will aid in the bringing down of Kelsora no matter who she has to destroy in the process.”

The journal began again but she put the book down when she heard a huge crash. As she ran outside the book started speaking the journal out loud through magical means, “It happened about 10 years ago when I was young as the Outlaw Leader. I still am young with the cons and pros that come with it; Agile and Impulsive but Headstrong and Inexperienced. Luckily I have many friends and a Power of Speech to help her. Anyways, when Kelsora came she convinced most of our new recruits to go with her to steal things from the other worlds, away from this home world. Just the Veterans are left, 5 of them. They are my friends, so far.” It turns the page to a chapter on History. “Powers are bestowed upon at birth. Each person may have only two. As you see Kelsora had the power of deception but we don’t know what else. I have the Power of Speech and another that I need practice in; Luck. Examples of powers include: Metabolism, Speed, Agility, Sense, Wisdom, Strength, Luck, Courage, Stamina, Glamour, Etc. This world, Amrium, is home to an arrangement of people. Thanks to a civil war awhile ago many of our civilians have extra attributes; like Kitkona's Claws, or Kelsora's Eyes (cat eyes), or Onsari’s Shadow Walk.” The next page has a picture of Kitkona and a biography underneath. It has a couple of the outlaws on it as well. It was obviously made by Kitkona herself:

Bio #1
Name: Kitkona Svaroliska
Age: 20
Appearance: Dark Blue, Long Hair, Usually pulled back into a braid. She wears a dark blue tunic over a black skirt with slits for fighting in it with a pair of dark blue pants underneath. And of course a black pouch to carry her items.
Powers: Speech and Luck
Attributes: Claws
Weapons: Two Twin Rapiers. (Named Finbarr and Solstice)
History: Become Leader of the Outlaws at Age 10. She was next in line after her father was killed. She has an attitude but is quite kind to those who are with her.

Bio #2
Name: Meia Hideki
Age: 18
Alignment: Outlaw
Powers: Light & Electricity
Attribute: Angel Wings (design of angel-like wings on back, transforms into fully-functional wings when needed)
Weapons: Metal rod, Scimitar (Lumia)
History: Meia is not the kind of girl you would expect to find with a group of outlaws. She's a kind girl, who would never hurt anyone unless they tried to hurt her or someone close to her first. She joined up five years ago when she saw a group of them with Kitkona, and she became curious. She followed them, not realizing they were outlaws, as she had lost her parents recently, and had nowhere she could go. She soon ended up joining them, and got to know Kitkona. Ever since, Meia has followed her, and does what she can to help her out. When she fights, she uses Lumia as her main weapon. If she truely wants to hurt someone (which is rare), she uses her power of electricity to electrify her body. If needed, she uses the metal bar to extend that power to the opponent. If she needs to get away, she uses her power of light to create a blinding white light that only she can see through, and makes her escape. Her personality seems to show that she would make a poor outlaw, but her abilities make up for it.

Bio #3
Name: Blackur Mak Helena
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Alignment: Outlaw
Powers: Mind Manipulation and Glamour
Attributes: Mirror Dancing (the ability to travel through mirrors) and vampire fangs
Weapons: Magic Orb
History: Known for being a deadly rogue, he specializes in using his resources. He often prefers to turn his opponents' strength against them. It is in his nature to make a person feel bad. He'll take their stuff and leave them there in extreme pain to die. Enemies as such are later killed. He listens to the leader of the Outlaws, but rarely is anything but rude and stuck-up. (He is slowly having his heart thawed by Meia though!)

Bio #4

Name: Azurath Werenatrn
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Red hair and clothes, Skinny but really fit
Powers: Strength (Can Bench press 500lbs) and Agility (Good Reflexes, Etc. Nice Attribute for flying)
Attributes: Wings Of An Irye that simply appear when needed (feathered wings with poison spikes within them. the spikes do not harm him or ones he loves)
Weapons: A Thin whip that can cut through steel
History: (He's in the mechanical world right now but can mentally speak to Kitkona and few others of outlaws ((includes Onsari))He is Kitkona's Best Friend From Childhood. He left for Gringorou because he loved the electricity There. But did not wish to leave until Kitkona told him he could go. He's working there now as a Gringorou branch of the Outlaws. He stashes weapons there for them.
Personality: Fun Loving And sometimes Immature. When around Kitkona he is VERRA protective. Always Up for a good flight and will fight if necessary.

Bio #5

Name: Kinko Smith
Gender: Male
Appearance: Blonde and always has a smile, otherwise unexpected
Powers: Stamina (Extremely Energetic) and Courage
Attributes: Very Sharp, Strong Teeth (Can bite through steel….)
Weapons: One Small Throwing knife
History: Onsari’s boyfriend from as long as anyone remembers even though they are like yin and yang. He is basically the “Keep Everyone Happy” person in the Outlaws and the prankster. With his quick mind he is often the strategy maker.

The book ended at that last biography. Its title was “Death Note”

Rants for the Masses

There are these very small kids in my school. They're species is 'The Evil 7th Grader'. Not only could you mix these 4 foot high shorties with elementary kids but they are either VERY RUDE (Like my little Pr**k of a cousin or Kennedy!) or they are waaay to jumpy. This little girl had a chalk handprint on her back so I decided I would be nice and tell her about it. I lightly tapped her on the shoulder and said quietly, "You have a handprint on your back..." and she started CRYING! I felt so bad... But Seriously, I didn't do anything bad! Yeesh.

Next on my list, HISTORY TESTS! I cannot believe how difficult my last history test was. Usually I breeze through tests without blinking. But this one I ACTUALLY studied for (which is amazing...) and I still blanked. Anyone know the differance and importance of 1763 and 1840? Nuuu! Speaking of history, The latest bit we did was on the War of 1812. For the morons out there, this was between Canada and the USA. Now, I was born in the U.S. and moved up to Canada in 5th grade. Everyone still remembers where I'm from so now I'm hearing carefully selected snide comments!!! GRRRR!!

Another one, SISTERS! I swear somedays I just want to take their little head and pop them like gosh darn pimples! Damn you all!

I'm going to rant a bit:

Ok, I officially hate males! I got back together with my boyfriend after a year of "break". STUPID IDEA! He was the same ass he was when we first went out and then, he dumped me for some chick across the country he met on facebook. Grrr... Then, I hear he's dating the sister of the lovely jackass that stole my virginity. FUDGE! So here I am over the summer, stewing over crushes. Most of the ones I like immediately are scared because I'm "too-hyper-to-be-sane" or I'm not their "type-of-body". Oi, I'm not that bad! Just because I'm not a toothpick. I'm average... My two in-reserve/hold crushes (Both some form of Indian. (Metis for one, India-type for the other... Terrorist thing?) (It must be a phase) are completely impossible. One is too old (Ick) and the other one is so DAMNED COnFUSinG! Sigh, on top of all that I found out my friends have been holding parties, bbq's and such without even telling me let alone inviting me. And I WORKED with my best friend, she wouldn't even barely look at me... When I was at work, My co-workers have been complained that I was crazy. They absolutely hate my sense of humour... Then again, everyone I know does. My old friend, Shannon, IS SUCH A BITCH! not only is she totally creeping me out with the sex stuff but she takes everything I say or do wrong and runs to her mommy. Who is nice but very naive when it comes to her daughter. Then I get in trouble FOR STUPID THINGS! And now that I don't want to be her friend, my mom is mad. I don't want to be friends with someone who has no morals, gets me in trouble, and is disgusting and grumpy 24/7. *deep breathe* And my mother doesn't understand when I tell her the only part of my life going right is online.