Hello there,
It is I, your humble Golden God, here to brighten up your day with another one of my electrifying entries into this accursed Blog-thing. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to write about, however. Ever since I finished the book I've been kind of... aimless.
Not ENTIRELY aimless, of course. I did have things to do once I'd finished- other bits and pieces of writing to finish off. But I've finished those now, and so I'm back to being a little bit lost as to what to do.
I've been visiting a few schools- which is something I don't get to do a whole lot of anymore during my official tours. When you're a writer starting off, school events are ALL you do, because you need to reach as many people as possible and get them interested in your books. But once you reach a certain level of awesomeness, visiting individual schools is not really the best use of your limited time. So bigger school events are planned, where multiple schools come to a theatre or hall, and a lot more public signings are scheduled. By this stage, it's all about meeting the readers, and making it easier for the readers to meet you.
But throughout the year I tend to visit schools in and around Dublin, organised by teachers or librarians or parents. It's all about "this person knows that person who knows my cousin's friend", and that's how they get in touch. I can't do an awful lot of these smaller school visits, because I don't have the time, but for some reason I've been visiting a school a week for the past month or two. Which is, I admit, NOT the best use of my time when I have deadlines as tight as my deadlines have been. But hey.
So, the week before last I was at a school in Lusk. Last week I was at a school in Swords. And this afternoon I was at a school in Sutton. Next week I'll be at a school somewhere in Cork and then- THEN- I'll stop. No more. I need a break. I've got my Australia/NZ tour in August, my Ireland/UK tour in September, and before all that I think I have to pop over to LA for a bit. I need a BREAK! I need to do normal things! I need to stop signing autographs!
Ah, the life of a tortured artist...
Oh, and before I go, something you MAY be interested in. This Friday I will be posting again. Why, you ask? What could I possibly have to post mere days after THIS wonderful entry?
Oh not much. I don't expect there to be much writing involved, actually. Just a single image, perhaps. A single, solitary image appearing on the accursed Blog, sometime on Friday... What could it be? Something to do with the new book? Some kind of image to do with the new book?
It's a mystery, that's what it is. I guess you'll just have to check the Blog on Friday to find out.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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«Oldest ‹Older 3001 – 3200 of 4874 Newer› Newest»Okay Val.
OK Val!
Nobody's spoken for oven an hour...
Unbelievably, I'm still here.
I just coloured all my fingernails in with my black pen . . .
Error?
Never mind
Hi Eve!
May the fours be with you Lynxia!
Huh???
Lynxia's comment poofed . . .
Oh my god I can't stop coughing
'Well, can you please at least check if the door opens before breaking it down?"
"Sure," replied Marigold, reaching the door in question and pulling the metal handle down. It swung open easily. "Okay, I checked if it opens, now can I break it down?" Marigold tugged the door closed again and readied her sword.
"No!" Sapphire positioned herself in front of the door. "What did the poor door ever do to you?"
"It's done absolutely nothing for me. But if you'll let it, I'm sure it'll be really happy to redeem itself by give me sword practise."
*is worried* Hope you get better soon Eve.
My fingernails have now suffered several coats of ink . . .
My fingers often get the worst end of the stick when I'm procrastinating.
Two more comments (well one adter this one) and the comment number will add up to twenty.
3 + 0 = 3
3 + 8 = 11
11 + 9 = 2
*20
So this is the twenty comment . . .
This one adds up to twelve.
I do this adding up thing with page nunbers . . . It's good when I get a multiple of five. Twentys are rare - you can't get a twenty till 299. Then you get twenties on 398, 389, 479, 488, and 497. Getting a book with enough pages to reach another twenty is pretty rare. It's very, very, very rare to get a twenty-five - you have to wait till 799. And thirties are unheard of.
Once you get past 500, it's impossible to get any more five. Fives start off being common then griw steadily rarer . . . But I never think of them as that special. Nor tens for that mattee.
The first fifteens of a ?00 are 69, 159, 249, 339, and 429. Of course there are 500s and so on, but like I said, not all books have that many pages . . .
Hmm, that last comment made me look pretty obsessed with page numbers . . .
I can't think of anything....
*blinks*
Well, that was longer than I anticipated, but I'm back all the same.
Hello. Distant.
Hi Zath!
Star, no more numbers!!! I beg of you!!!!
Hi Mist!
Agh!
My comments are disappearing!! D:
Why not Eve? I <3 adding up page numbers!
. . . Actually the complusion to add up, in as many ways as possible (1+3+4, 1+4+3, 3+4+1, 3+1+4, 4+1+3, 4+3+1) the three digits that make up the page number, seriously irritates me but I can't stop doing it.
Your comments are disappearing??? *shock horror*
Indeed. *nods*
*tries to stay awake*
What time is it there?
*number overload*
Ten past ten pm, but I don't get much sleep these days.
For Eve it's 40 past 9 pm though.
Oh crap...
It's quatre past one pm here.
What is it Zath?
I haven't done ANY of my maths homework. And it's due tomorrow...
Hello Blogland! How are we today?
*Hands out cookies*
Its nowhere near 40 past nine, what are you talking about?
*has just finished lunch*
Gah...
I'll do some of it on the train tomorrow...
On that note, I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight!
Well, hopefully you're not too tired to think about maths. Eat an apple
Yeah...I have to come up with a logo tonight, if I am indeed going to school tomorrow so I can give everyone a throat problem.
Hi White Williw!
Bye Mist!
Hi White!
May the fours be with you Zath!
Have you heard of any of these people:
Jessica Mauboy
Guy Sebastian
Keith Urban
Delta Goodrem
AC/DC?
I love AC/DC!
No, sorry.
Are you from Australia, Willow?
What about Sneaky Sound System?
Nope, I'm Irish.
Heard of everyone except for Jessica. AC/DC is one of my favourite bands!
Yeah, I'm back...MSD though.
What about Kylie Minogue, Star?
Sigh
Well, we love Sneaky Soumd System xD
(see what I did there? No, you didn't, did you?)
Jessica Mauboy, Mist? She's the aboriginal singer who will be inescapable like a song in your head. unshakable. Try to fight but you'll be incapable. You won't get rid of Jessica, get rid of Jessica, yeah
She did a song with Snoop Dogg about her fabulous shoes
And we're all like
Where ya gettem girl?
Oh, wait, of course I've heard of her... *mutters something*
Everyone knows her! *shakes head*
And never heard of Sneaky Sound System.
Internet is going. Night again!
Exactly. Everyone knows her and loves her. Because she's Jessica. And she loves shoes. And words with 'able' at the end.
Sneaky Sound System!
I saw a UFO but nobody believes me!
But our favourite is We Love, if we didn't watch the video. Our teacher screamed at us.
Bye Mist!
Me and Breeze were having an argument about who dresses as Skulduggery during Book Week. I told her she couldn't because she had to be Valkyrie because she has the hair and the eyes. I don't. And Sarah couldn't be Skukduggery either, because she has eyes more like China. My eyes are blue-green most of the time, do that doesn't work. So HA! I'm Skulduggery!
I just don’t wanna be lonely
Cause the lights, were shining ever so bright
In my hand there’s a pulse of my beating heart
Biting my tongue there’s a plastic man on the telephone
Can you see the bright light? Shining, I dont know
can you see the bright light? Shining, shining, shining
I saw a UFO and nobody believes me
I was sixteen miles from home with nobody in sight
I saw a UFO but nobody believes me
And Whats it gonna take to get me back home tonight
Can you see the bright light? Shining, I dont know
Is it a reflection of anyone? The big glow
And tell me this is all good, and you say, I dont know
Im very very far from home
I saw a UFO and nobody believes me
I was sixteen miles from home with nobody in sight
I saw a UFO but nobody believes me
And Whats it gonna take to get me back home tonight
hello? hello? hello? hello?
I saw a UFO and nobody believes me
I was sixteen miles from home with nobody in sight
I saw a UFO and nobody believes me
And whats it gonna take to get me back home tonight
And whats it gonna take to
And whats it gonna take to
And whats it gonna, whats it gonna
And whats it gonna take to
And whats it gonna take to
And whats it gonna take to, get me back home tonight
tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight.
You have to sing that whenever you see a UFO and nobody believes you
And make sure you're sixteen miles from home with nobody in sight
Wait....
MILES?!! Sneaky Sound System, that is a huge disgrace to the metric system
Helloooooooo?
Earth to White Willow?
Earth to Star?
Yes, i know stars don't belong on Earth and all, but SHUT UP
Bye no one
I HAVE in actual fact heard of Kylie Minogue . . .
Sorry for 'spearing.
Hi?
Oh, hey Val!
Hi Phoenix!
Hi Star!
I'm going to a play today, with the rest of our school's Drama Club.
Hi everyone
Hey, Val!
Straw, Phoenix!
Straw?
Hi Stalker! I wish my school had a drama club...
:) It's really fun. We did Beauty and the Beast this year, so we're going to see a production of that... GONNA BE EPIC!
Cause, you know, it's gonna be all adults, and have guys playing guy parts. Seriously, we had a GIRL playing Lumeire because the guys didn't want to flirt. Wusses!
It was even more wrong when you consider it's a girl flirting with a girl...
I've been in two musicals... But that was in elementary school. Middle school ones would be more fun.
I saw a Peter Pan play and Peter was played by a girl and Tinkerbell was a guy XD
Straw, as in you said hey . . . ? Like, HAY . . . ?
I'm no good at drama:(
OOOOOH! I get it now... And Peter Pan usually has to be played by a girl because guys can't sing the part. But Tinker Bell a GUY?! That's just wrong.
*shudder*
A very tall guy who was in his last year of high school, which made it weirder... And he was covered in glitter and kept making fun of the other characters in the play... But it was awesome
Will be distant, I have to write my story for the contest...
Oh-kay... Yeah, I saw a production of Peter Pan where the director was a friend of the family. So we got all the inside scoop and stuff. Apparently, the two women playing Peter Pan and Wendy would switch off every other night.
Tinkerbell as a guy would be weird . . .
Um, yeah. Extraordinarily weird.
What do you think, so far? I only have 384 words...
Valkyrie glanced at Skulduggery, taking in the tilt of his head, the positioning of his hands, trying to read what he was thinking. No luck. She looked away, focusing on Tortura.
The woman was medium height, with thin lips and waxy, pale skin. Her black eyes glittered with malice.
“The Skeleton Detective,” she said, her voice dripping with mock-respect. Her eyes found Valkyrie. “And his faithful puppy,” she added with a sneer. Valkyrie glared.
Skulduggery coughed, and Sadistica whirled dramatically, her dark coat swirling around her ankles.
“I take it you have something to say, Detective Pleasant?” she said softly.
“Yes,” Skulduggery said, “Could you explain why we're here?”
Sadistica laughed. “But that would ruin the surprise, skeleton!”
Valkyrie rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. She tried to remember what Skulduggery had said about Tortura.
“She's all bark, and a bit of nip,” he'd said, “But her superiors are deadly.”
“Is she another desciple of the Faceless Ones?” she'd asked.
“Oh, no. She doesn't follow a religion. She does a bit of work for the Diablerie, here and there, but not regularly.”
“So who does she work for?”
His reply had been cut off by Valkyrie inconveniently falling through the manor-house's floor. Valkyrie was snapped back to the present by Tortura's harsh cackle.
“And what a lovely surprise it will be!” she shrieked.
Valkyrie was completely convinced the woman was mad.
“I don't much like surprises,” Valkyrie interjected.
“Neither do I,” Skulduggery agreed.
“Oh, but dear, I love surprises. And as you can well see, I'm the one in charge here. So a surprise it will be.”
Tortura leaned forward and Valkyrie could smell cheese on her breath. She wrinkled her nose, but held the madwoman's gaze.
“You are repulsive,” she said softly, “You follow this murderous abomination about on misadventure after misadventure, like an obedient little puppy. When will you look back and see the trail of devastation you and your master have left?”
Valkyrie hit her. She staggered back.
“Repulsive dog!” she screamed, “You will live to regret that!”
Valkyrie moved forward, and pushed her into the wall.
“You have one thing right,” she hissed, “I will live.”
It was.
Anyone seen A Very Potter Musical?
That is REALLY COOL. Like, AMAZING. *tries to think of how I could compete with that*
Good Phoenix!
Mine has a magic door in it . . .
Oh, well... Wait, there's more!
She caught her with a right cross in the jaw, and continued.
“But let me make a few corrections here and there.”
She kicked her in the shin.
“One. Skulduggery is not my master. He's my mentor.”
Crack, across Tortura's cheek.
“Two. I'm not a dog. I'm a sixteen-year old girl.”
Smash, into her stomach.
“And three, I MOST CERTAINLY will not regret THIS.”
She moved in, and dropped Tortura onto the hard stone floor.
This thing won't do italic, so I'm doing caps.
Lunch. Bye!
To do italics just do < i > insert text here < / i > without the extra spaces
And still awesome!
May the fours be with you Phoenix!
I can't show you guys mine at the mo. I don't mean I don't want to, I mean I physically can't. Long story . . .
I can't because mine hasn't even been written yet...
Mine's been written but I might restart it . . .
I keep starting over because I want mine to be good, but I feel like all of mine a terrible.
*are, not a
Know whatcha mean - I feel the same about mine.
There's one little part that I've taken out probably ten times and rewritten it...
And tryna fit it all inside the word limit is a nightmare . . .
I know! I need more than 450 words...
I have to go, bye!
May the fours be with you Val!
Tell me what you think:
Valkyrie groaned, and sat up. "I told you it was a trap," she said.
“No, you said it looked like it was a trap,” Skulduggery corrected. “That's completely different.”
He helped her up as a door opened behind them and Sadistica Tortura walked through, an unsettling smile on her lips. Her eyes burned with madness. Valkyrie and Skulduggery glanced at each other. They had heard about how dangerous she was.
She strolled over to Valkyrie, practically humming, and shoved her into the wall. Skulduggery moved to attack her but she waved her hand and he went flying off his feet. Her attention switched back to Valkyrie.
“Ah, hello dear. You must be the famous Valkyrie Cain, aren’t you? The one who stopped Serpine, Vengeous, the Grotesquery, the Faceless Ones... Am I right?” She leaned in close to Valkyrie’s face. “I hate people who stop bad guys.”
Valkyrie, who was trying her best to keep Tortura as far from her as possible, shrugged. “And we hate people who stop good guys. Could you get out of my face now? It’s a little weird, to say the least. I think now is the time to focus on Skulduggery.” She pointed behind Tortura. “I daresay you made him a little annoyed earlier.”
Tortura spun around, her ridiculous cape twirling. Skulduggery waved.
“Hello! I’m afraid my dear friend Valkyrie has been mistaken. I’m not angry. Do I sound angry? No. Would you care for a pen?” He reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out a pen, which he tossed at Tortura’s face. It hit her cheek and left a line of blue ink on her face.
Tortura’s face contorted in anger. “How dare you!” she screeched. “You’ve made me hideous!”
“You managed it enough without my help,” Skulduggery muttered. He looked up. “Oh, don’t be so upset. It only stains your skin forever.”
“What did you say?”
“Honestly, it isn’t so bad. It’ll help keep people from looking at the rest of you. Consider it a favor. And if anyone asks what it is, you can say it’s the mark of the best detective of all time. Or, you know, you wanted a tattoo but it just turned out horrible…”
Valkyrie was trying her best not to laugh. However, her best wasn’t enough, because Tortura heard it.
“Aaaaargh!” she yelled angrily. She started shaking violently.
“Dang it,” Skulduggery and Valkyrie said at the same time.
Tortura’s shaking became so violent that it was scary. And then she exploded in a burst of rainbow confetti and candy. There wasn’t even any blood anywhere. Except for her head in the corner.
Valkyrie stared. “Did she just…?”
“Yes,” Skulduggery answered. Even he sounded surprised.
“How did she turn into candy and confetti?” Valkyrie asked, stepping to the side to avoid being touched by the few pieces of confetti that were still falling.
“Maybe it was a defense mechanism. Not a very cunning one, though, as you can tell.”
“Can we leave now? I’m hungry.”
“Okay.”
Hello, Blogland!
@Val, awesome story. But, lets read mine, shall we?
Valkyrie groaned, and sat up. "I told you it was a trap," she said.
"No, you said it looked like it was a trap," Skulduggery corrected. "That's completely different."
He helped her up as a door opened behind them and Sadistica Tortura walked through, an unsettling smile on her lips.
Skulduggery stiffened and cocked his head sideways, fixing his hat. He casually reached for his revolver, subtly slipping his left hand into his jacket. Sadistica saw him and shook her head. “Please, don’t. Let’s not make this harder than it has to be,” She spoke, well pronounced. Sadistica Tortura was wearing the attire of a tight pinstripe dress that came down to her knees, which surprisingly, didn’t make it hard for her to walk. Her black hair and icy blue eyes made her look as if she were scolding someone. “It is nice to see you again, detective.”
Skulduggery sighed, one of his more dramatic ones. “I would say the same, but, really it isn’t. With you there always comes trouble. What do you want?”
Valkyrie Cain subdued a giggle and looked at Skulduggery. “Who is this?”
Skulduggery looked at the walls, which were now covered in what looked like metal bars, in fact, they were metal bars. “It was a cunning trick Sadistica. Not your usual style, simplicity made it hard to be obvious, yet, still cunning. Making the room into a cell that restricts magic. I give you due.” Skulduggery turned Val, “She’s Sadistica Tortura. She was on Melevolants side in the war. She is a dangerous foe, cunning, smart and a brilliant actress. I spent years chasing her, yet somehow, she always got away. And now, she has us trapped.” Skulduggery stood up tall and smiled, hands behind his back.
Valkyrie just said, “Oh.”
Sadistica laughed, “Oh, you make me feel so… What’s the word?”
“Powerful?” Val blurted out.
The woman smiled and continued, “That’s it, powerful. But you obviously do not know why I have trapped you. Do you?”
Skulduggery shifted uncomfortably. “Would it have anything to do with… a dog by any chance?”
Sadistica ignored him and continued her rant, “I know your secrets. I have proof, that what happened on O’Connell Street the other day were entirely both your faults and I want you to do something.” She smiled and repeated, “I know your secret.”
Valkyrie gasped and couldn’t speak. Skulduggery just stared unmoving down to the ground.
“How did you find out, and what the hell do you want??” Val demanded, raising her fist in a threat like motion.
“Who cares?” Skulduggery said. “Sadistica Tortura, I’m afraid you are finally under arrest.”
Sadistica laughed, “You are in no position to make an arrest, remember, I’m in control.”
It was Skulduggery’s turn to laugh. “Let me give you your first lesson in detecting. Never leave a man with his hands behind his back.” He revealed a phone and laughed again. “It always turns out worse for you. Cleavers” He called. A group of five Cleavers entered the room and grabbed Sadistica. They dragged her out uneasily, as she kept kicking and screaming.
And, as everyone deceided to leave before i came, well, bye.
Bye.
Hello!
Cool story Flame! I did notice a few spelling/grammar errors... But it's still super awesome!
YOU!!!
ME!!!
No.
YOU!!!
Cool story Val.
I love it.
Thanks :D
- almost as much as... MINE!
Ha. Nice.
I'm hungry.
So am I... *sees a weeping angel and tries to eat it*
Yuck. I wouldn't eat a weeping angel.
Well, maybe I would... if it had icing on it.
I also have to change... I'm in dress clothes.. :\
Dress clothes are irritating...
Well... you get used to them i suppose.
When you're as great as me you where dress clothes a lot.
How come?
.. and now my mom wants me to clean up my room
I dedicate this page to Doctor Who, because it's awesome
nice val.
K going. brb
Here comes a candle to light up your bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Chop Chop Chop Chop
MEOW!
WOOF!
I DON'T WANT TO GO INTO FIRST YEAR D:
My mom tells me to clean up my room, I sorta shift the rubbish on the floor so that more of the floor can be seen, then I take all the clothes I find on the floor and put them in the laundry.
My mom comes to my room and on her way tells me that if I'm on the off the computer I'd not get it back, and to clean up. Quickly, right before she stepped in my room I shut the laptop, stood up and made my way towards the entrance. i gave my mom a great big innocent smile.
She told me to clean up.
i sorta pile up the papers on the floor and put them on top of more papers in a basket on top of a low table-box-thing.
My mom comes back in, after I tell her I'm done she says "yuhhuh. now clean up under your desk."
UNDER MY DESK!!!
Now, I know you don't know this, but under my desk lives a monster pile of paper, baskets, and... things that I cannot identify.
I decided to do what my mom asked, and gathered everything semi-neatly in three piles, (after about three oh-so-that's-where-that-was-s).
My mom came in again, with a book - a biology for dummies book!
hmmmm, what possible reason could she have given me that for?
guys, friends... I THINK SHE WANTS ME TO READ IT!!
then she saw the underside of my desk and OK-ed it.
She left the room, just as I logged into the computer, she walked back in with a vacuum cleaner.
Wait I said that wrong... I meant- A VACUUM CLEANER
Ok, obviously i didn't SAY any of that stuff, this is all being typed down... whatever!
k so the point is I- nobody's - ever cleaned my room by vacuum for as long as i've had it.
This is because there's so much small stuff around, like maybe money. So that meant I had to paw through my carpet before vacuuming, which also meant that the vacuum would be doing almost nothing but flattening it and make it look "neat."
Whatever- I did that, and put the vacuum away. Finaly I turned on the computer, my work complete.
But it wasn’t complete. Right then my mom returned to my room with a bucket of water- sorry- A BUCKET OF WATER and a WASH CLOTH!!!
Now I had no idea of what she could want me to do with that stuff, so she said I should wipe all the dusty surfaces.
I cleaned the windows, then a bit of the shelves, then heard my mom tell my dad she had to go teach somewhere. I left my room, put the bucket and the washcloth on the kitchen table and went on the computer, mom leaving. But she came into my room first, and said she’d believe that I did what I was supposed to and left. It happened a bit differently, like she said what she said in different words, ect, but I’m a little tired of typing this boring story.
Hi!
Oh wait. Darn. I thought I had time to talk, but I just remembered something else I need to do.
Here's a tip before I go: Don't leave things till the last minute.
I would have come on earlier, but I had a lot to do. And I still have more... I might be on later, I hope. Bye!
bye.
I'm going too
hello?
Hello
yo BD
k bye.
Bwahahahahahahahaha!
http://roflcaek.com/funnyexamanswers/jimmymcperson.jpg
What happened to sparky? she never comes on anymore
I know! I was wondering that.
Val would know right?
Did you check out the link?
hahaha... link, funny... hahaha... did you write that??? hahaha!!!!!!
no. peter did.
hahahaha... this site is soooo funny... hey, where did val go?
Sparky is...busy.
with what... oh, hi mist
hi mist!
With...things.
what "things??????????????
Can't tell ya.
why not mist
Stop bothering mist...
Because she said I can't.
Thank you, Thrust.
Hello?
You guys leave?
I've got an hour. Will be here till then.
Hi Lav!
Hi Mist! Yay, you are here. :)
Yeah. Well, actually I did leave and just got back, sorry about that.
How are you?
Oh. Okay.
I'm okay.
How are you?
My ankle's messed up, so I'm home from school today, but otherwise good.
Ouch. What happened?
No idea. It's getting better but my mother still booked me in to see a doctor. :/
Well, that's good it's getting better. And I bet she's just making sure nothing's too bad with it.
So, how's it going with your writing?
It's going pretty good...ish. I'm trying to get a move on with it, but I keep getting so many assignments.
How's your entry for the comp going?
Well, it's same. I'm not sure if I should just turn that one in or if I should write another one, just in case. But the thing is, I've used up my ideas...
I'm glad you guys liked the duck hunt part, though. That made me happy. :)
The duck hunt was hilarious. xD
I think you should wait until the 9th or so before submitting, just in case you get another idea. ;)
It's what I'm doing at least. Same with Nix I think.
Thanks. That was one of my main ideas. And the first thing that popped into my head was the drop in thing. I'm guessing it's not just Nix who thought of that too.
Yeah, I'll do that.
Good on you. How funny would it be if all of Blogland people were the only winners?
Oh did you read Val's?
*points to previous page and starts laughing*
Yeah. Her's was really like something Derek would do. I also read Willow's. After reading theirs though, I feel like mine's not as good anymore... Well, I never really thought it was great in the first place, except for the duck hunt part, but yeah. I don't think I'll really have a chance at winning.
Damn it. I have to go again, Hope. Sorry.
I'll be back in about half an hour or something. Bye!
That's okay, Mist. I just might not be here when you come back. I have to leave in ten minutes.
Bye Mist!
Gotta go now. Bye!
Back for now. Bye Hope!
do you think it's possible the warlock was important?
Whatever. I don't care. Shut up.
I said SHUT. UP.
Hey, anyone whos here, have you ever written Yes, No, and maybe on the sides of an eraser and played 8 Ball with it?
hello!
yeah, everyone in my grade was doing it last year.
Me and my friends were doing it today. Apparently I'm going to meet Derek and I'm going to meet Skulduggery, but I won't marry him. :P
And my friend is going to be a chicken.
i asked if the head of junior school was a decendent of evil witches, and it said yes
me and my friends just kept telling each other that we KNEW it
it was quite funny
I have a witch in my school too. Her name is Ms Braiotta. She was actually dressed as a witch one day
have any of you entered the awesomeness comp???
I asked if the world was going to end this year. Breeze threw it up, and landed as Yes. She didn't want to believe it so she threw it again and again and again, but it kept saying Yes. :O
I have indeed, have you?
yeah, and OMGG!!!
i dont want the world to end this year
it can end when im dead or AFTER i meet Derek
So basically after i meet Derek the world can do whatever it wants
correction:
after ive met Derek 50 or so times
hello???
is anyone there???
this is just sad, i hate being left alone on Blogland
Well, I'm going to meet Derek AND Skulduggery, obviously before the world ends. But it could be a metaphor, you know.
The world will end as in....your spleen will rupture, or something....
true
You're not alone. I'm watching you all the time.
MWAHAHAHAHA!
OMGG
*looks around*
0o0
You can't seeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeee
*is the cat from Wonderland*
*starts panicking*
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
have you read the 4th chapter that i did??
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