Okay, I have done SOMETHING with the comments section...
Now when you comment, a new window should pop up. It isn't perfect, but at least there are pages now, and you don't have to keep reloading to get to the newest comment...
This is all VERY annoying.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1201 – 1400 of 4714 Newer› Newest»Ha! XD! Could you! That would be great! *hugs* I don't know why it won't let me comment! It's so annoying!
Oh, my thing for the Straight Jackets is "Skulduggery's Loyal and Trustworthy Combat Accessory, ho is a Brilliant Ninja Leprechaun Detective that decapitates people for fun and assassinates anyone who annoys her, and is The Master Of Insanity And Stubbornness, who loves to over-complicate a simple situation"
And that's what happens when I'm forced to join something.
HELLO PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
Shadow, try posting on my other blog, Inside S B's Head.
Yes, I couldn't be bothered to type it all, I just woke up.
*who is a brilliant
*raises eyebrow*
I was correcting my thing, not complimenting you; don't get you hopes up.
How are you, Sparky?
To I'm back my iPod ran out of charge...
Hey val, sparky and shadow!!!
Hey Sparky! *hugs* That is a long title!
Dandy.
Heya Rim.
Hi Rim!
Nice title!!! I joined them about 4 days ago!
...
Should I use my laptop, and risk getting into trouble or stay on my iTouch..........
I think that I will go on my laptop at 7:30...
Hey guys!!!!
Why are were we talking about school years exactly?? I'm in year 9 if u needed to know
Yesssssssssss... I went in the living room to ask my mumzy a question and she said, "Bella, you look like you got taller."
I LOVE IT WHEN I LOOK TALLER!
Sparky! It won't let me comment on yours either! AAGGGRRRHHH!!! *stamps foot*
Going into year 9.
My electives are History, German and Music.
I dont know why I told you that, but no matter.
I emailed it to Sparky, Shadow
Lol how tall are you??? If your really small no one can really tell the difference I you grow... (I know from experience...)
What exactly is stopping you from commenting?
Thank you! *hugs and gives cookie with Smarties* Nice options Sparky! I wanted to take Music, German and Classics (ancient history) but I couldn't so I had to swap Classics for Art.
I'm taller than average, but I don't know how tall...
I don't know what's stopping me! That's what's so annoying!
Shadow THAT'S EPIC!!!
*HIGH FIVE*
Lol go measure yourself you might be shocked how tall you are!!
Im doin ICT, DRAMA and Spanish
ABOUT THE CHOICE!!!
I don't GET to chose my classes... The only option I had was to to either take art/technology, band, or orchestra, and I chose orchestra because I play cello.
Thank you Sparky! *bows* Hang on. Motto or options?
That's not good... Having no choice about your future...
BOTH!
My friend plays cello! She's the only one in our school...
Then thank you Sparky!
*does happy confetti dance*
*stops suddenly*
I'm hungry...
Well I either want to be an author or an actress (I know, actress seems typical, but I'm actually really good at it).
Hayley is a freaky good actress...
And she writes a little...
I want to be - *stops suddenly* If I tell you you'll laugh.
Promise I won't Shadow.
Author is ruled out for me but actress is pretty much impossible because of the lack of new major films and my gcse s start soon... I want to be an accountant or an engineer..
I want to be several things...
List:
Landscape Photographer
Artic Astronomer
Author (duh)
Engineer
Lots of things...
I want to be a composer of film music. And I have to go now! Bye!
I think that, at somepoint, I'll be forced to be a musician...
But it all rests on...
Dear Golden God, I'm getting food.
Nice jobs sparky and shadow!!!!
Bye shadow!!!!
Bye Shadow
WOW COOL SHADOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What's everyone doin???
I'm sitting.
Eating breakky.
Cool! I love sitting but I can't sit still for that long...
Yo sparky I never watch miracle day torchwood who was your favourite character??
I nearly ate a moth just then.
You don't mind me spoiling?
In that case, Esther.
I never really watched torchwoo I'm a doctor who fan but my favourite torchwood person was deffinatley Gwen
*Torchwood* sorry
Gwen gets... Vicious in Miracle Day.
But OMGG best way to end the episode EVER.
They were at Esther's funeral (super sad) and this undercover person who was working for the bad guys is walking away when Rex finds out that she's bad, so he calls her name and she turns and shoots him.
Then other people shoot her.
But the point is that he got shot in the head. So he is VERY dead. Rhys, Gwen and Jack are doing that 'Nooooooo' thing silently, when Rex f*cking STANDS UP.
But I like Doctor Who better.
People die slightly less in DW.
AND DW HAS RIVER!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello?
Anyone else there?
Wow stupid ending...
Frikkin' awesome ending.
No doctor who has Rory (nom nom) *drools*
But River is awesome.
Flipping awesome.
River is cool but confusing but Rory is cheese gorge (Miranda reference if you watch it)
I've seen a few episodes, so yes. I get it.
I've seen a few episodes, so yes. I get it.
Whoops.
Where'd Val go?
Omg (If you know who she is) who do you like best stevie or mirandas mum?
LIKE TWO EPISODES.
Oh ok... I swear vals ditched us....
The last I heard, she was sitting...
Maybe she fell asleep or got kidnapped but probably not
No...
She fell asleep when I was talking to her last night.
LOL I fell asleep on FaceTime and my friend postes the video she recorded on her phone on Facebook...
OMGG, that must suck for you.
I'M BACK.
HIIII
It was... but I sleep with my mouth closed and I don't snore the bad thing is the school found out and thought it was blackmail... I had to explain it and the head of year kept laughing g2g bye
Bye Rim.
Hi Crys.
Bye rim!
Bye Rim
Awkward Silence...
That's what I was thinking.
Well...
Brainwave. International brainwave.
*does a dance to break the silence*
*see's it doesn't work*
*sings a song*
I WANT TO GO TO IRELAND RIGHT NOW!!!!
I want to write.
DAMNED LACK OF IDEAS!!!!
*walks up to Derek's computer screen and stays there*
HI DEREK.
I want to um....ermm I want to ammm.........Go to Ireland and write a story about a lack of ideas?
Don't you live in Ireland ANYWAY?
ooh ooh I know what I want! I want Derek to say hello to me 0.0
I want Derek to magically (or non-magically) come to my house and hang out with me. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.
Yes but I was stuck for ideas for what I want but now I know! I want Derek to say hello to me!!
That would be supermegafoxyawesome! Val can I come and hang out with you and Derek at your house in the snow??
....
Okay, I really want a title for my story...
Would Crys like to read the story?
Yeah, sure.
Would Crys also like to join The Straight Jackets?
Crys would like to read the story :D
*gets excited for storytime*
Why was it so cold? She didn’t want to move. She was comfortable there. But why did it need to be so cold? She could hear something. Sirens. Where was she? She opened her eyes. Ugh. She was still in her bedroom.
Wait. Sirens?
She rolled over and landed on the floor.
‘Ow…’ She moaned. She did that every day. She needed a bigger bed. She got up and looked at her closet. She picked out jeans and a football jersey. She tripped at the top of the stairs and eventually landed on the floor. She did that every day too. She grunted and got up. She checked her watch. 2:30am. What the hell was happening? She opened the front door and saw that the house across the street had broken windows. Nothing to do with her. She shut the door again and walked into the kitchen. She ignored the toaster completely because the last time she used it, the toaster burnt half of her hair off. She opened the microwave carefully and avoided the small explosion of goo.
‘Ryan!’ She called up the stairs. ‘Get down here!’ She heard a groan, a thump and a swear as Ryan hit his head against the ceiling.
‘Microwave?’ He yelled back, leaning over the banister of the hallway upstairs.
‘Yes the microwave.’
‘I have to clean it don’t I?’ He asked. She nodded.
She sat in the dining room eating cereal and glaring at Ryan. Idiot. He had done that two days ago. She didn’t forget to easy. She saw him shuffle out of the kitchen.
‘Done.’ He mumbled, heading back up the stairs. She watched him slowly make his way up the stairs. God, he was stupid sometimes. But, most of the time he was a complete brainbox. He wasn’t smart in the straight A student sense, he was just… Intelligent. He was in his second year of University and his looks were deceiving. Very deceiving. He had spiky red hair that people made fun of. He was average height and skinny. His eyes were pale blue and his features were uninteresting. He was funny, in a annoying sort of way and they were housemates. It was her, Ryan and Kat. Oh. Kat.
‘Ryan wait!’ She called up again. He looked down again.
‘What now?’
‘Where’s Kat?’
‘She’s still in bed.’
‘Are you sure?’ She asked.
‘Yes, Harper, I’m positive I ch-‘ He paled. ‘I didn’t check. Are those sirens?’
‘Yes, they are sirens. Let’s check the basement.’ They walked down the stairs and knocked on the basement door. No response. Harper opened the door and peered into the room. Empty. Harper started walking up the stairs.
‘The psycho has gone arsonist again. Let’s go get her.’ She said. Ryan sighed and started muttering something about chains as he got his jacket. They walked out into the freezing cold, crossed the road and entered the forest behind the houses on that side of the street. They walked to the clearing at the middle of the forest and saw Kat sitting in the snow, rocking back and forth slightly. Harper and Ryan shared a look, then Harper tentatively reached towards Kat’s shoulder. Kat looked up, her eyes shining.
‘Hey guys! How are you? I’m good though in retrospect it might’ve been smart for me to bring a jacket out here.’ She said cheerily. Ryan sighed and passed Kat his one.
‘Can we go back inside now? I’m freezing.’ He shivered. Kat smiled and got up. They walked back to the house, trying to stick to the shadows. Harper stared at the back of Kat’s head as they walked. It was amazing how she could blend into any environment and still grab the attention of every boy she went past. Kat had blonde hair and grey eyes. She was tall and had a couple freckles. Harper had been jealous when they first met, but had decided since then that she was quiet happy being herself.
The three of them walked into the house and Kat started walking to the basement. Harper grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her back. Ryan then grabbed Kat’s shoulders and forced he onto the couch.
‘Kat, this really needs to stop.’ Harper sighed. Kat smiled.
‘This is serious Kat. It needs to stop. You’ll be fine for weeks and then, Bam! You go nuts again.’ Ryan scolded. Kat frowned.
‘Ryan, Harper, please let me get some sleep. I’m tired.’ Kat said. She got up and walked into the basement. Ryan looked at Harper and shrugged.
‘It’ll sort itself out eventually. Everything does.’ Ryan yawned, ‘I’m going to bed too.’ He turned and walked up the stairs. Harper sighed and walked up the stairs after him. She walked into her bedroom, pulled the covers off her bed and wrapped them around herself as she sat down at her computer. She logged in, checked her e-mails, there was one from the publishing company. She flinched and opened it. She quickly scanned the page and sighed. Denied. They denied her. Again. She scowled, fighting back the tears, and opened up the word document on which the story was written. ‘Frivolous Attempts’. She selected the entire story and hit ‘delete’. She then moved to close the document. A pop-up appeared. ‘Do you want to save the changes you made to Frivolous Attempts.docx?’ She sighed and hit ‘Don’t Save’; she wasn’t giving up just yet. She closed the page and looked at the screen. She could see her face reflected in the monitor. Short black hair, pale skin and far too skinny for her liking. Harper hated her reflection. She only looked at it when she doubted she could feel any worse. It never helped, because all se could ever see were the things that she hated about herself. Mainly her eyes. The were probably the prettiest part of her face, but she still hated them. They were dark brown, and mysterious. Harper had no idea why she hated them, but she always had. She yawned and checked the time. 3:15am. She turned off the computer and leaned out her bedroom window, thinking. She heard a loud BANG! Come from the basement. Harper sprinted down the stairs, followed closely by Ryan. They pelted down the second set of stairs and met Kat, who was shaking and couldn’t open the door.
‘Kat, what happened?’ Ryan asked.
‘I don’t know! I went to open the door, found it was locked and I was trying to jimmy it open and something inside exploded!’ She squealed. She then growled and kicked the door. The explosion must have weakened the hinges or something, because the door fell. Harper moved to go in but Kat stopped her abruptly. Kat went in and replaced the door behind her. Ryan and Harper looked at each other.
‘What was that about?’ Ryan said, bewildered. Harper was about to knock down the door again when they heard the sound of an electric screwdriver reattaching the door to the hinges that were stuck to the wall.
‘Ryan, I thought you were asleep.’ Harper yelled over the noise.
‘Nope. I couldn’t sleep, and I have that huge assignment, remember?’
‘Oh yeah.’ Harper trailed off.
‘Have you gotten the response from the publishing company yet?’ He said, trying to make conversation, knowing that Harper had been worrying about the response for days. Harper said nothing. Ryan didn’t get the message.
‘Did you hear me?’ He yelled, ‘I asked if you got a response from the pub-‘ Harper scowled and nodded. No tears. No crying. Ryan was about to ask what they said when he figured it out. He paled.
‘Oh, God, Harper, I’m so sorry.’ He murmured. Harper shook her head.
‘Whatever you just said, I didn’t hear it.’ She yelled, the screwdriver noise cutting out halfway through her sentence. Harper blushed. She then banged on the door that had just been fixed. There was a slight scrabble on the other side, and then Kat’s head popped out.
‘Yes?’
‘Let me in. Now.’ Harper said, with a no-nonsense air about her. Kat opened the door wider, letting Harper have a glimpse of the room.
‘Nothing suspicious. Please let me finish fixing the door.’ Kat said, innocently. Ryan peered over Harper’s shoulder.
‘Kat, something in there blew up less than five minutes ago. Let us in, you can keep working on the door.’ He said. Kat scowled and grudgingly let them in.
‘Just don’t touch anything.’ She growled, and promptly continued working on the door, mumbling something about ‘Not letting the undesirables in.’ Ryan and Harper shared a look, and looked around the room. There was nothing broken and no sign of a commotion. Everything was clean and tidy. In fact, the room looked practically untouched. Which was weird, considering Kat spent all of her free time down here. Ryan and Harper decided to leave Kat to it, and went to bed.
The next morning Harper got up at seven feeling incredibly tired, walked downstairs and made herself breakfast. She zoned out while she was having her second bowl of cereal for that day, dwelling on her book. She knew that it was good. She was positive it was good. Why didn’t the publishing companies see that? She’d sent ‘Frivolous Attempts’ to three different publishing companies now, and none of them liked it. Harper was frowning into space when Ryan bounced down the stairs.
‘Good morning Harper! It’s sort of a new day!’ He said cheerily. He then remembered about the book. He smacked his forehead and swore.
‘God, I am such an idiot.’
‘No, Ryan, you’re right. It’s fine. Really.’ Harper responded, snapping back to Earth. Harper checked the time while scooping a spoonful of food into her mouth and nearly choked.
‘Crap, I’m almost late.’ She coughed. Harper ran up the stairs, got ready in two minutes and ran back down almost tripping, but not quite. She stumbled to the door and called back, ‘Make sure Kat doesn’t blow anything else up, Okay? Bye!’
‘Have a good day!’ Ryan yelled back, smiling. Harper was almost late every day, but never was. He got a new spoon out and finished Harper’s cereal.
Kat came up about five minutes later, had some leftover soup for breakfast and went down to her room again. Ryan watched her the entire time, thinking about his assignment for Uni. He had to design a modern building, with more than thirty floors, having a new and innovative ‘look’ for the outside. The inside needed to be an office building. He was working for his Bachelor of Architectural Studies, and he was loving his course. The small problem was that every time he got into the stage of work when the ideas came at him like he was a magnet, Kat would distract him. Which was annoying. He walked to his room and sat down at his desk. He then spent five minutes chucking everything on his desk everywhere looking for his sketchpad and pencil. He then remembered that it was on his bed. He climbed up the ladder next to his desk and grabbed his sketchpad.
I love love love it Sparky!!
Its awesome!
THANKS!!!
Crystal have you read my story? It's in three parts so far at http://valkyriesstories.blogspot.com/
(I changed Isabella's Fan Fic to Valkyrie's Stories, on account of the fact I hardly write fanfic...)
Its awesome sauce. !!
Oooh everyone here is so talented!
Except for me!
Derek say hello to me please!
oh okay Val! Brb!
*steals Mumzy's chocolate and eats it*
I HAVE RETURNED!!!
HI SPARKY!
YO VAL!!!
Val: What do you want? Go away.
Jaida: Do-ith you-ith know-ith where-ith the-ith phone-ith is-ith?
V: No. Go away.
J: Man-ith.
V: That sounds like 'Tanith'...
I have read the first chapter Val. It.is.so.good.its.not.real.
Sparky and Val u are both such good writers!
*Sighs* I am so jealous =P
Derek please say hello to me ! :D :D
Thanks Crystal! :D
THANKS CRYS!
Hehehe... I just told Amanda to eat her cat...
Well, I hope her cat makes it.
This is how our conversation is going (we're text messaging each other):
V: Hi
A: Hi
V: Whatcha doin'?
A: watchin tv being bored having a cat lay on me
V: Why don't you eat the cat?
A: because I like my cat
V: And I like chocolate. I eat it anyway.
Poor cat .
*gives cat cat food to make it feel better*
Well now Crystal has to go! I might be on later. :D
*waves to everyone*
*hugs amanda's cat*
BAI!!
That's the general conversation between us.
But my conversation with Polar Bear Girl? That's just awkward. (She refers to Caelan as 'Boss'. It's creepy. She'll say, "What are you doing?" and I'll respond, then she'll say, "Okay, good to know. I'm reporting to Boss right now.")
Hey guys, how are we all?
Bye Crystal!
*thinks for a moment* You know what's weird?
No...
Well I do. It occured to me that if I looked more like my dad, I would have blonde hair and blue eyes...
That IS weird.
I know! I only have dark hair and dark eyes because of my mumzy.
Well, it's STRANGE.
DOWNRIGHT STRANGE.
*tries to picture self with blonde hair* *fails*
Nope.
I'm not getting either.
And it's only because of my dad that I have pale skin...
...
*still isn't getting it*
Wait... You mean, you'd look like Tanith?
*thinks again* Yeah, I'd look kind of like Tanith.
THAT'S SO WEIRD! I look the way I do now and I look like Valkyrie, but if I looked like my dad I'd look like Tanith! No matter what I look like a character! That's weird!
THAT IS FREAKING SCARY!!!
And I don't look like anyone...
But I behave like Tanith...
At least, that's what y friends say...
You seem kind of like Tanith, because you can act like a four-year-old...
*punches Val*
I think I met something along the lines of me being against killing people, even within the virtual world of Blogland.
Oh. Well, yes, you certainly are like that too. And you have a sword. And you disapprove of Caelan, which Tanith does. (AND I DO TOO! I HATE HIS GUTS! AND THE REST OF HIM!)
...
Geez, I more like Tanith than I thought...
But, then again, I never really put much thought into it...
Or it could just be that she's my all time favourite character out of anything ever, and I have grown to behave like her as you have grown to behave like Val...
Or something...
I'll be back...
I don't particularly look like any character - except maybe Erskine Ravel, which is awkward... Considering I'm a seventeen-year-old girl. Oops?
Okay, so I'm not gone yet.
But, I will be leaving and then coming back.
Sparky, you don't have a clue how much I've grown to be like Valkyrie. Think about it like this:
Me before Skulduggery Pleasant:
Favorite colors: Purple and pink.
Favorite thing to do: draw flowers
Favorite book: None. I hate reading.
Know for: Never getting in trouble, crying everytime I get a tiny cut, being a tattle-tale, the girliest girly girl in the entire school, wearing dresses
Me now (after Skulduggery):
Favorite colors: Black and red.
Favorite things to do: READ SKULDUGGERY AND GO ON DEREK'S BLOG, Kill things, decapitiate helpless objects, correct people, pretend that Skulduggery characters are real, etc...
Favorite book: How dare you even ASK? Is it not obvious?
Known for: Being scary, wearing all black, being obsessed with Skulduggery, writing, having a witty comeback, reading...
Not to mention that I was super shy...
Although, before Skulduggery, I didn't run into things as much. I don't know why that is.
Sh*t.
Just sh*t.
YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR WAS PINK? YOU LIKED WEARING DRESSES?
I'm pretty similar actually...
I just managed to keep my anger in check by wearing reading it.
Wearing reading? WTF?
Not liking new blog.... I'm scared...
I TOLD YOU I WAS DIIFFERENT! THANK GOD I READ SKULDUGGERY, OR I'D STILL BE LIKE THAT!
AGH!!!!!!!
Scary blog!!!! It's new and large.... Really very large...
*trips on something on my floor and lands face first into the ground* OW!
It's okay.
1st.
1st.
1st.
I dedicate this page to Val checking her e-mail.
And the other entrants for the Character comp.
I'm going.
Hello??
Anyone on??
Don't go!
(Check your email)
Hello?
Hey Val
How are you??
I'm dandy. I can't seem to draw a picture of Skulduggery, though... *continues to attempt it anyway*
Hello again :D
Hey Crystal!!
How are you??
Hello blogland!!!!!
I drew a picture of Skulduggery for my FST cover, and his skull was so difficult to get right, ugh!
I HAVE RETURNED!!!
heggo!
Hey Crys!
Hello again.
*thinks to self* I'm so bad at drawing...
*frowns*
I was thinking of something good then...
Val, you broke my train of thought. Thanks.
Wait... Train!?
*dives out of way of train*
Why did everyone stop talking?
Painting a picture.
Okay...
Writing, writing...
*swears* I just drew over something with pen and now it looks kind of weird...
I tried drawing Valkyrie, but then the person's face looked a little bit like they were wearing make up, so I tried making it Valkyrie when she goes to the Requiem ball, but that didn't work too well... So, now I have a water colour painting of a fancy lady in a long turquoise and black ball gown. If when I showed it to Carissa, my sister, and her response was, "Woah. She's pretty. It doesn't look like something you'd draw, but it looks really good", that's a good thing, right?
I guess...
*glances at the painting* It looks like the lady is a vampire who drank black blood from somebody.
Send me a pic of it?
Okay. I just need to take a picture of it first.
Yay!
I'm downlaoding a photo now...
Double Yay!
Ready yet?
No, but almost...
ALMOST!
WOO!
It has been sent!
That's really pretty!!!
It is!!!
*blushes a little* Thanks...
I'm sending you a drawing of a wolf...
WHY IS THE PICTURE THAT BIG???
It's sent.
That's awesome Sparky!
Do you wanna see something I made last year out of clay?
Yes please!
Thanks Val... *blushes*
Okay, just let me take pictures and upload them again...
KK.
I JUST GOT TWO NEW APPS YAY!!!
Oh my God... Peren is playing a game called "Cute things die" and it's hilarious... All the adorable little blue things keep falling on to tons of spikes, then blood splatters everywhere...
I should meet the creator of this game.
Yes you should.
*attempts to think of how Val would respond if she hadn't read SP*
Nope. I simply don't get it...
Oh before SP, I played fairies at reccess. I was an idiot.
Faires?
I think I may have done that.
When I was two.
Oh, actually, when we played games like that I was always the prince, or the knight or the evil guy.
No I'm not kidding.
And I was best friends with a jerk who stole from me.
Man, I hate people like that.
SENT!
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