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gibber.
Work is progressing. December and most of January was taken up with short stories. I still have to edit them. I'll have to do that soon, over the next few days... But I'm also back on the book. Writing away. Skipping chunks and writing important bits. I'm on the final confrontation now, making sure everything fits together. Even though there is a lot more writing to do, loads of gaps to fill in and storylines to link up, I am TECHNICALLY writing the end of the book at the moment. Will I finally get to find out how it ends? Or will I leave that blank also, to be finished off when everything else is complete?
I don't know. I really don't.
I have, maybe, another month of writing ahead of me before the first draft is done. Every morning I wake up, lie in bed for an hour (yes, it is good to be a writer) and think about the sequence I need to write that day. Then I'm up and writing. There is very little time to think about other things, such as writing blogs or tweeting, and I know you understand that, but I do want to thank you all for your patience. I don't like being silent for this long — but soon, I won't have to be.
Soon.
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*Lorcan's legs give out when the sword is pulled completely out. He just sits on the floor, glad to not be constantly standing.*
Lorcan: Thank you Niccolo.
What are we going to do about my mam?
*Her hands tremble as she begins to pour a clear liquid over her wounds- over her forehead and her arm and her shoulder, and she sucks in a breath, her back arching off the ground before the darkness dots her vision and blankets it, and she is out again*
*leans against the wall slightly, carefully dropping the sword to the ground* I can bring her to a Sanctuary, if you wish. Her wounds ought to have stopped bleeding by now.
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*Through blurred vision from the moment her eyes re-opened, she was already moving towards the dining room and hoisting herself on the table, pulling out a thread and needle, and with her hands shaking and trembling, works on stitching her arm up*
*She can't be bothered to find something for the pain, although if she were to stop that of the physical kind, the emotional might take over and leave her mind in the dust*
((Your description of emotions is rather strikingly painful, Adra.))
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Lorcan: It's not her outside I'm worried about Niccolo...
And I can see the way people look at her as well. They know that she has nothing anymore, no memories, no proper emotions, not even her wolf.
That's not the person you all know. Hell it's not even the mother I've come to love.
*A bit of time passes, let's just say, because I don't want to go into the repetitive detail about healing herself*
*Adra stumbles into the room that she has, blood still sticking to her clothes, a little bit of blood still seeping from her wounds, not having enough energy to wrap them up*
*Collapses on top of the duvet, sinking into the comfort of the bed, her entire body sore*
*Her chest hurts a little bit more as her mind swerves down the road of her hus- boyfriend.*
Whatever he is...
*She curls up, her head pounding like a thousand soldiers marching in a single monotonous beat over and over again*
Ta, love.
Kerli <3
She scoops up the gun and places it gingerly in its case.
She places the case in the pocket of her hoodie.
She takes the sand bags one by one and puts them in her wallet.
She heaves the corpse into the coffin.
She closes the lid.
She pulls out a damp cloth and wipes the make-up off her face--
--then the blood on her hands.
She turns and walks stiffly out of the graveyard.
Maybe Ioux was right, and she's the weak one.
Maybe he isn't.
For Liz, though, she'll be as strong as she needs to.
Her phone vibrates with another text, but she doesn't look at it.
Fabi!!!! :D
Alexis: what if we tried how Mom revives people?
I am hesitant to attempt to alter her mind in any way whilst I do not understand what has been done to it, and I may injure her in the process. However, I am certain we will find a way to return her memories.
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Adra!!!!
*comes up slowly* Oh good Lorcan isnt dead
Fabi!!!!
Lorcan: Well what about Lexi's idea? Would that work?
And her mind is completely erased, that's what happened. There has to be some way to undo it...
We need to find that prick!
I can try that, when I revive a person its like making a zombie, except I altered the sigils so when I do the process the person is a person. Like they were before death, possibly by doing this on a living person in her state could take what Drew did and make her herself again....I see no risks in doing it other then exhausting myself
*Her eyes lazily flutter open, to be met with the soft light pouring from the hallway, the room warm*
*She must have fallen asleep for a short while- but whatever it was, the rest had given her the boost she needed*
*Her arms still looked bad and her hands fumbled as she wrapped bandages around her shoulder and arm, and taping a bandage to her forehead to cover up that wound as well*
*Her skin is hot to the touch, feverish- a common side affect for this potion that she used. It is, however, effective, so it was why she chose it*
*She stumbled and managed to put some new clothes on and washed the majority of the blood out of her hair before trudging to her kitchen to drink some water to satisfy the Sahara in her mouth, and some food to satisfy the kid in her belly*
*Her muscles are like boards under her skin- it was awkward to move, and she bumped into lots of tables, which were obnoxiously sharp*
*Makes herself a sandwich and sits on her couch, nibbling it and turning her television on*
*Glances at her phone*
*Back to the television*
Adra!!!!
She walks briskly to her car, keeping an eye out for the Necromancer in the hat. It was sloppy of her to let him escape. She should have known he'd shadow-travel.
She stops before she gets in.
Her reflection has that desperate yet cold look to it, too much like Alia.
She'll never be like Alia.
Never.
She forces a smile onto her face. It looks so...wrong.
She settles for a grimace. At least it reminds her less of Alia.
Fabi!!!!
Adra!!!!
((Nelnah and image editing programs. [Facepalms at a pic of me photographing a purple elephant in a jungle with a cat on my head.] ))
((My apologies for vanishing.))
It is quite possible that that would work, but I cannot say for certain. *takes a small step back* Is everyone alright now?
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Fabi!!!!
Ayyy photoshop :)
I suddenly don't know what more to write about Adra.
Erm.
I'll have to unfortunately put that on pause for the moment. I know, I know, try not to be too sad :)
WB
Lorcan: As fine as we can be.
Niccolo, I know this will be a lot to ask of you. But can you try and find Drew.
If you can't, I understand but this is for my mam more than it is for me...
*eyes Nic* Are you ok?
Alexis: I am so helping find Drew! Nobody touches Lorcan
((Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a false alarm
Every answer sounds the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That hasn't got a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me))
((@Adra!!!! Okay, :-/ Good luck.))
I am perfectly alright. I can attempt to find him, although I cannot make any promises just yet.
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((Alright, Adra.))
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Alexis: Can I help?
Actually, I appear to have hit a wall, so I might just sit back unless something happens..
*Melts back into the shadows*
Certainly, Alexis. You ought to be able to search for him just as well as I can. How long ago did he leave here?
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Alexis: thank you!
(( [hugs Adra] ))
Lorcan: About an hour ago. Dad cut him up really bad before he got stabbed.
(*Hugs Fabi* :) Thanks)
((Are you alright, Adra?))
Then it is likely he did not go far.
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Alexis: shall i try reaching out mentally?
Certainly.
((My apologies- I appear to have become distant.))
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(I am fine, thank you for caring.)
(Tis ok Nic....I think Em may be asleep
Ooh I have a delay tomorrow
((Indeed. Perhaps, if she is asleep, we ought to move on for the night and resume this plot tomorrow.))
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(Agreed...probably best.
*knocks on Adra's door*
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*She is shaken out of her sleep,feeling as if she has just resurfaced from being under water*
*Shakes her head in attempt to rid of the cobwebs in her brain, and hopefully, with it, the venomous spider that plays in her dreams*
*Moves to the door, rubbing her eyes, and opens it with a yawn*
..
...
hey
Aloha!!!<3
Oh! I'm sorry- I didn't mean to wake you.
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((Effie! Hi!))
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((Fabi doesn't keep enough random colorful pictures lying around. Hmph.))
((Hi Aretha! Adra! Zaf!))
*sighs sitting alone in the treehouse*
(Right....so it appears now I am stuck finding ideas to write...and I have none
Hello, Effie! :)
-
*She shakes her head again before glancing back at the puddle of blood that she failed to clean up*
*Pauses*
*Refrains from opening the door the entire way*
Actually, do you mind going around to the back door? It's open- it's just that I just dropped a stack of glasses on the ground, and there's quite a bit of glass lying around- I wouldn't want you to step on any.
Or, for that matter, have any get stuck in your boots which might fall out later in some random spot where I might step on it.
...Ok, sure... *heads around to the back door*
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((Well, if you ask nicely, I'm always up for a good roleplay.))
((You're always welcome to come and have tea.))
*Shuts the door behind her and steps back from the door*
*Presses a button on the wall, and the floor gives out, like a trap door, and the blood goes splashing down into the empty basement under the house*
*It comes back up and she quickly goes over it with a mop, then pulls the rug over it*
*Nods, and runs to the back door, opening it*
Sorry about that..
((If you start fighting, I'll insult random people in Elizabethan-ish English. Or--even worse--code. So don't.))
((Zaf. Adra has been soloing for a few hours now, and there are other people here, too, as Effie just pointed out.))
*shrugs* It's fine.
#ChaseForBook9
Ms. Kerias, like her or not, Ms. Dark is a PERSON.
thank you..
-
*She smiles, and leads Aretha in* Is there anything I can get you?
((Oh my gosh, Zaf, that is ridiculous. No one should ever be referred to as "it" unless they want to be, and Adra has just as much a right to be here as anyone else does, and I will roleplay with whoever I want. And you basically did just disregard the fact that Effie is here, which was really quite rude. I don't like to get involved in arguments, but I won't tolerate the way you've been purposely hurting Adra.))
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((Suit yourself Zaf. I'll be here if you want, if not, I'll solo.))
((Hiya Sir.))
[Skips through Blogland, wheeling a wheelbarrow full of oddly-shaped parcels]
((I'm not going to say anything else, for fear of making situations worse, but as long as you keep treating Adra like this, I will not speak to you. And if she leaves, I will too.))
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(Ari- I said: "If you want Fabi" so I did acknowledge her, not by Effie because when I was typing I couldn't scroll up to see the name she was but still I did acknowledge her
((...))
((WELL))
((Adra, Fabi sends you a hug))
((She's also starting to say something, but I don't really want anything to do with this mess, so I'm not letting her think properly. It's annoying her. :-P))
Um, no thanks, but thank you very much for the offer. How have you been?
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(I'm not being ignored! She ignored me the entire day! Ari you're practically the only friend I have besides Em! I don't need you ignoring me! What do you want so I'm not being ignored
[Hits an icy patch and slips, sending the wheelbarrow and contents flying in various directions]
[Mutters something and picks herself up, beginning to gather the parcels again]
(I'll rp with you Fabi...
You know I probably should have listened to Sparky last night. Well half of it for I'm not typing this on an iPhone that's charging in a very awkward position to type a lot.
((Hm... Are we all still here?))
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(Aaand the tablet awkwardly posted before i finished!
What I'm hopefully typing and posting (technology willing) is this. Warning I'm crap at expressing my feelings so this probably sounds bad
Look Adra you probably dislike/ hate me. I get it. I'm probably a bitch in your eyes. After getting a Sparky reality check, the bits that I could handle did stick in. You'll probably still hate me or ignore me but least I tried in life.
Look I've been a bitch to you the past few months weeks days pick one. I don't think you really deserved it and through the 'fuck yous' I got from Sparky there was a message and I actually got it. I did. I've been horrible, and probably worse. But I realize now and hope to change that by starting with this: two simple words: I'm sorry. I know I probably sound stupid. Two words but its all I can say without making this a State of the Union length speech. I'm sorry. I meed to be a better person and accept I'm not going to get anywhere unless I be nicer. Its all I can do. So yeah I am sorry for what I said and did. For however long you consider. Either way I'm sorry.
((Fabi: I'm sorry... My head started killing me... Trying to convince Mom to let me go to dance...))
((Effie: Join in whenever you like, Zaf, but I'll be distant.))
[Flying leap after the wheelbarrow and a bundle that looks suspiciously like a tuba]
(We're still on this post....if that helps
*goes and helps pick stuff up* Hey you need help pushing that?
(May play with the gerbils for a few min and hope to god what i said made sense
Effie: I'd love help, thank you! [Pause] Do you happen to play the ukulele? Because I have an extra if you want it. [Puts the stuff back in the wheelbarrow]
No but I could learn. I'm able to play guitar and I think they're the same
Okay! [pulls out two ukulele-shaped parcels] [Looks at Zaf for a moment, calculates, then hands her the one with a white ribbon] [Puts the other back in the wheelbarrow]
((The one she gave Zaf is painted black, the other is just smooth wood pink floral deco things on it))
(Aww Necromancer-y :D)
Thanks! I'll enjoy learning this *shadow-walks and places the parcel in my room and shadow-walks back* where are you off to?
Effie: Actually, I'm not sure. Some sort of magical adventure of self-discovery, my only weapons being musical instruments, perhaps. Ask me again in a minute.
((Msd, sorry...))
*smirks* alright. I will.
(Okay....:/ I fear Ari did leave which sucks.
[About a minute later]
Spelunking! Do you know where I can find a cave?
((Yeah, she probably did.))
(Fabi....what do I do? I'm being accused of lying in the apology of how it was fake but it wasn't fake it was true.
Ooh cave? *points towards lake* i know pleth
((Give her time. Some things can't be fixed in an instant. If you leave her alone for awhile, she'll have time to heal.))
Effie: Brilliant! [Starts toward the lake, more careful of the wheelbarrow this time.
((Very msd,sorry...))
Follow me. *leads the way*
(Time will only tell. If you're back in an hour I'll still be here
((Gtg, and I'll probably be back after you're asleep. Sorry... :-/ Feel free to start something else if you want, or we can continue this later.))
(Well by 10:30 i'll be asleep so I'll continue tomorrow after drama, if you like.
I have achieved level 10 on Flappy Bird
Yay. Good night
I am using data to be here.
That's right, you people now cost Mr money.
I got to level 40 on Flappy Bird.
I know someone who got 117 but that was on an iPad, which is practically cheating.
I am certain that someone named "Mr. Money" can spare some of his namesake.
I would hope so, Sir, but he sounds like the type of guy who doesn't like to share his money.
Well, then it is merely a question of taking the money without asking,
So it would seem.
*hands over balaclava*
...
Quite.
*Slithers in*
*Hugs Sir*
*Slithers out*
You may wish to find a less dirt-acquiring mode of locomotion, Ms. Dark.
Well thanks for the hug, Adra!
*grumble grumble grumble curse grumble grumble grumble curse groumble*
*Scuttles in and hugs Duck as well*
*Scuttles out*
Heyyy
Joke:
What do gay cows eat?
Hayyyyyyyyyy
*smiles and sits down, waiting for someone*
DUCKKKK HIII
*eyes Snow suspiciously*
What's THAT suppose to mean?!?
I DIDNT SEE YOUUUU
*le gasp* YOU ARE INVISIBLE
Yeah, just one of my many traits.
I'm useing my data to be here so I'm just going to say things all in one comment instead of several because then I won't have to reload all the time. Yay!
Did you like me joke? It's a really good joke. I didn't make it up but still, a really good joke.
Originally, Hope was one of the three 'things' in Pandora's box. But nowadays, people believe that the Doctor was meant to be in there...
...hmm, secret meaning, perhaps?
I am at boarding school at the moment. Yes, it's pretty cool. The only thing I should be worried about is that Moriarty games along and give me heaps of mercury sweets.
I have now watched all of Sherlock.
I AM in the process of watching all of Game of Thrones.
Right then.
just one thing to say:
You knwk how there's the saying "an apple a day keeps the doctor away"? Welll, the doctor hates apples. Remember? Coincidence? I think not.
Hmm, never picked up on that one.
I do know that it's a massive coincidence that Peter Capaldi was a W.H.O Doctor in World War Z, which I think is really cool.
:) wbd
Hey :) Anyone on?
Herro
Snowy! *flyingtackleglomps* I got today off school :3
Oh, guess what? I am putting yours, fabi's, adras and anni's names kn my writers notbook/writing brainstorming book at school. Because I admire you and your way of writing/talking/role playing
Really?
I... wow. Thank you *cuddles* Ily :)
:)
There's something I really want to ded to, but for once I don't have a backlog of pages. And I won't be on for the next one.
*Shrugs* I suppose I'll just wait.
What're you up to?
:) wait den... OH MY GOD I HAVE A PAGE I HAVENT DEDICATED!!! *shoves it at saph* yours now. Go. Take it.
Oh, you know... just listening to the music for eye of the tiger, without words,
I can play that on my guitar :3
*Laughs and pokes Snow* You never have an undedicated page. You always find something to ded to :P
*frowns* no, I do have one. From when I didnt know about deds. I found it the other day while looking for quotes.
And I can play eye of the tiger on trombone
Really?... Stuff it, I want to get this out. One minute.
I didn't know you play trombone :)
Yup. Play it like a boss.
*Chuckles* I'm sure you do ;) I play piano.
I love days like these.
Today was something we in New Zealand call Waitangi Day, which is a public holiday only we have. So my friends and I decided to use the day off school to go down to the beach. We swum through a cold sea out to the platform and jumped off, mucked around on the beach, ate lunch in the shade of an oak tree and chatted about ridiculous things. (Maybe a bit too loud, judging by the strange looks we got. Then again, yelling, "I'm not straight, you idiots!!!" at the top of your lungs is always going to get you weird looks XD No matter how much it made the rest of us laugh.) It was like we'd left all the stresses and dark bits of life behind and replaced them with jokes and light and sunshine. I also got a sort-of-girlfriend, which highly confuses me.
It was probably one of the best days of my life.
So I dedicate to days like these, days of sun and pure, uncomplicated and relaxed friendship, of drinking games with orange juice and competitions to find the weirdest place to sunbathe. They're all too rare and so, so indescribably precious, something you hold with you for the rest of your life. If I could, I would live today over and over again, because I was happier than I can remember being anywhere except on the blog, and I was with people who love and accept me.
On one bad day, a few months ago, I asked Snow what she was living for. She (sensibly) said that she lives for her friends, and all the good things in her life. I didn't know what kept me going back then, just that it did. Days like these remind me what I'm living for, and all the things and people I love. They remind me that even when stress and loneliness and distrust feel suffocating, days like today are always there at the back of my mind, prodding me forward.
I dedicate to those fleeting moments of happiness, to loving and to being loved. Because every person on this earth deserves that.
*hugs saph* you know something strange? Even though I was at school today, I had an amazing day too. Of course, it probably helps that my friends are so awesomely insane.
I kept calling my friends doctor who characters and I was the 11th doctor, my other friend was ten, but anyway, my friend that was tens boyfriend came out with "im malicy" or something like that from another show, and my random friend who is Rory/the 4th doctor came out with " your Melody? " as in melody pond. And I was going weird because that would mean he was my wife and my friends daughter... yeah...I have weird friends.
and also, that right there is a quote for the blog. But I cant add it. Maybe someone else will (talking about my thingy about what I live for)
But I have to say: you ate perfect. *nods*
Omg, best typo EVER. EVERRRRRRR!!!!!
I'm adding a quote now, but I don't really want to put my own thing up there XD
That sounds like a great day :) Most of my lessons are currently, 'You have exams coming up, so work really hard. Here, have tons of homework to get you ready! (and maybe crush you in the process)'
OH
Did I tell you I tricked my friends into proposing to each other?
And we're planning their wedding. They'll be dressed up as two Homestuck characters, and I'm the vicar, and at the end of the vows I'm going to say, 'I now pronounce you... canon.'
:D
YES
Okay, that's going on the blog XD
XD amazing.
Saph ate perfect. New name, right there.
XD
OI
*Laughs*
No, only I can have that in my name :P
Nope. Its there now. Mineeeee.
Gtg, sorry :L Bye Snowy, love you :)
Bye. *hugs*
Hi, everyone!
(this is REALLY awkward)
Hi, everyone!
(this is REALLY awkward)
Ah, look at that. My comment doubled.
*facepalms*
Erm, bye?
*cringes*
Bye then!
*stumbles into this comment thread*
I just tried role-playing on a different site, in a different book series.
I would like to weep softly with the pain of it all, now.
*clutches Blogland*
*begins to sob*
I l-love you, nice, safe, familiar Blogland.
I think im supposed to kill someone tomorrow in English....
Not litteral.
Seriously? DEREK LANDY IF, I REPEAT, IF YOU LEAVE US AT A CLIFF HANGER, I WILL PERSONALLY KILL YOU IN THE MOST RUTHLESS WAY POSSIBLE! Believe me I will.
Seriously? DEREK LANDY IF, I REPEAT, IF YOU LEAVE US AT A CLIFF HANGER, I WILL PERSONALLY KILL YOU IN THE MOST RUTHLESS WAY POSSIBLE! Believe me I will.
Hello!
#ChaseForBookNine
So, I was doing a Slipknot-related rant yesterday, and I said something metaphorical I rather liked and will probably reference to in the future. Therefore, I think I should post it.
"Vermilion is really brutal and scary, but Vermilion Pt. 2 is really beautiful and sad. I think it's like two different perspectives on the same situation, and the first song just make the guy look like this scary rapist but the second one is really emotional and kind of gets inside the way he's feeling.
I once saw a YouTube comment that said that Slipknot wore their masks and had their whole scary image thing to make them an icon, but that they had songs like Snuff and Vermilion Pt. 2 to show people that they were still human, and the fact is that everyone is still human, and maybe things look just "why the hell would you do that you're so creepy" when you look at them one way, but maybe they make total sense if you look at them another way. It's like Quality Street wrappers. When you put a yellow Quality Street wrapper over your eye, the world looks bright and cheerful and sunny, whereas when you put a dark one on, it looks dark and gloomy and threatening. And even though the world looks so different, you're still in the same place at the same time in the same situation.
You know when you just DON'T understand people, and you don't have a CLUE what's going through their heads? Or when someone gives you a compliment and you're just sat there frowning wondering where the HELL they pulled that from?
Well, maybe you're just looking at it through a different wrapper.
And you know how I said once that people were like my card? I said that people were like the areas of colour on my card, and we were all different colours and all went in different directions. And if you just look at one area of that card, one little section, it doesn't look so special, and if the whole card was like that, all identical (well, not completely identical, because it's drawn by hand butttttt . . . ), then the card wouldn't be nearly as interesting. And you need all the different colours and the different directions for the card to work. And even though we don't understand why the hell some people are purple and others are orange, even though it's frustrating when people don't see things the way you do . . . you need all the different colours and directions or the card isn't special."
#ChaseForBookNine
And sometimes, when you're having an argument with someone, and you don't understand what the hell their problem is . . . maybe they're just looking through a different wrapper to you, so even though you're looking at the same thing you're both getting something completely different out of it.
And maybe you shouldn't judge people on the actual situation, because the situation could be completely different depending on who you are. Maybe you should judge on how a situation makes them feel.
Idk.
#ChaseForBookNine
I don't mind saying, though, that I seriously don't even know what to do anymore.
So I guess I'm just here if people need me.
#ChaseForBookNine
And if people don't need me, I suppose I'm still here.
#ChaseForBookNine
Anyone know what you can put in bubble mixture to thicken it besides glycerin?
No, sorry. :P
Hi!
#ChaseForBookNine
Couldn't you just put Fairy liquid in or summat?
. . . That is, washing-up liquid?
*unsure if America has Fairy*
#ChaseFOrBookNine
((Idk either))
We have dish soap, but it's Eco-friendly, so it isn't thick enough by itself.
Oh. :(
Um . . .
Does your washing machine use powder or liquid?
Because the liquid might work?
(Idk I'm guessing here.)
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Dinner . . .
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Back!
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Believe it or not, that wrinkly thing is a bubble.
That's ace!!!!!!!!!! O_O O_O O_O
#ChaseForBookNine
omg Star that is all so damn pertinent to ongoing things in this little part of the world o'er here, and thank you thank you and
[vent warning]
because there's all this conflict and how all of these life-ly stresses and misconceptions of one's self or others, and the value of the person/s, because of words or actions or thoughts or whatever, and people fall for these falsehoods and these misconceptions and they, being in that vantage point viewing life, it's so easy to pass/inflict these hurts or misconceptions onto others, and that just becomes even easier when that victim, the one who's being passed the outcome of these falsehoods and things, if that victim is such an easy person to take advantage over, by character, so that people don't even notice that they're doing it.
ANd it gets to a point where that victim, that friend, is told I don't want to be your friend any more", and it's so shameful that I can QUOTE that, and it's like something out of primary school - it's disgraceful. And I'm viewing all of this going on over all of this time, and over and over again, the same person who takes all of the shit because people can GIVE it to her and know they'll get away with that, and they pick at her flaws which she has because she exists and they intensify them and build this huge wall of prejudice, and when that "I don't want you - We don't want you - go away" is thrown and a person is jettisoned from the people they should be able to trust, it's so awful. And I'm trying to work out what I can DO. Because I just don't want to hurt anybody, so how can I say "HEY, You're being a bitch", without actually saying, "You're being a bitch,"? BEcause all you're saying then is "HEY," and hey means nothing, so nobody listens.
And I've been trying to work out how to SAY these things and these things or just do something and I don't know because there's so much that I just don't know how to do.
But I think maybe I'll mention wrappers at some point. Wrappers sound good. Wrappers sound right.
Thank you.
*hugsies*
sorrysorrybutomgit'sgoodtofinallybeabletosaythattosomebody
eventhoughitdoesnotalterthesituationhere
ijustthinkithelpedsomehow
andyeah
thatwasmostlyformyownbenefit
justtheventing
butithinkyoutendtoreadthesethingsanywaybecauseyou'reStarsoifthat'sthecasethenthankyouagain
andyes
sorry
yes
ANd, I have to go eat, which means I can't stay to talk after THAT
But I am still feeling good and I hope that you (ever'one) are feeling good, too. :)
(bc you humans are perfect and I believe this with all my hugs)
*hugs*
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Also @Fabi
WOAH!!
Awesome! C:
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[hugs Taia]
*hugs Taia*
Thank you so much.
I'm crying.
You're perfect. :) :) :)
And, venting is all good. :) I have this strong belief that rants about things that matter (even if they seem, to other people, like they don't matter) are worth saying. :)
*still crying*
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I have to go, sorry.
My head is...well...my head.
[hugs Star]
Sorry :-/
My friend was saying today "Why can't people just GET ALONG?"
And you just wonder why.
Why they can't just . . .
asdfghjkl.
You know, I have a friend who I'll call G (I've mentioned her before, but my opinion of her has changed greatly so you might not recognise her), and I think she likes dramaticness. Like, my friend broke up with her boyfriend, and she was getting really into it and telling her she had to break up with him before he broke up with her, and she was actually . . . she was actually ENJOYING it. And now she yells insults at him whenever she sees him, and we all tell her to shut up and stop making a big deal out of it.
And anyway, she and C do music, and they often sit near each other. And G told me today that C had been ignoring her in music, and she'd asked C to listen to her piece, and C had said no even though she wasn't busy, and that G always listened to C's piece when she asked, and apparently G had gone home and cried.
And I told C that G was in a mood with her, and C didn't know anything about it, and then I explained the details and C said "I'm sorry but" and said that G was ALWAYS asking her to listen to her piece, even when she'd just added one note on, and if she'd needed help (which she didn't usually, she just wanted C to listen and say if it was okay), she could have asked the teacher who was standing RIGHT THERE, and that she rarely asked G to listen to her piece, and that she had been focused on her work and on actually getting stuff done.
And so G decided not to have lunch with us and was totally not speaking to C.
And it's just something so TRIVIAL, it's just . . .
And C's obviously a bit upset because she doesn't know what the hell she DID.
And B is just like "Why can't we all just GET ON?" and "Why do people always end up falling out?"
And F is just like O_O.
And D was at Textiles.
And I'm sorry, but I often half-ignore people or are rather short with them in lessons because I want to WORK.
And if G falls out with people for something as small as that, she's never going to have any friends, because we're not flawless and if you're going to be friends with someone, you have to be up with little things like that.
I mean, plenty of my friends have ignored me slightly, which is understandable because I am me, and sometimes you just have to accept that.
And if G gets upset about little things like that, I'm amazed she's friends with me, because I am not really a very good friend.
And I'm sure I'm annoyed or insulted all of my friends at some point.
And at that point F asked "When?" and I was like "I don't know, I don't remember things like that, and that's the POINT. It's not important."
And I think G just likes the drama of it.
She probably finds it exciting to be falling out with somebody.
But you see, the thing is, now C and B are getting rather hurt and upset over it and it's just not really fair.
(Sorry, rant over.)
(or not over. Beware. This descends into made irrelevant rambling.)
And you just wonder why people can't just . . . grrr.
And I was talking to C in science (I swear, I do half my best talking in science), and I was saying "Do you think some people just make a bigger fuss out of things than others, or do you thing that small things seem like a bigger deal to some people than others?" and "Do you think that some people get the urge to talk more than other people, or do you think that some people are just better at controlling it?"
And I don't think we'll ever know why people do things and how people work.
C was saying how sad it was that in your life, you only ever got to be YOU, with your brain and your IQ and stuff.
And I was saying - "Don't you wish that you could go into someone else's head and see what it's like?"
Because it's not just that people have different lives. They have different personalities and different ways of reacting, and their brains make them think different things and feel different ways.
And C says she wishes she wasn't clever, she wishes she was one of those simple-minded people who never thought very deeply about anything so her thoughts wouldn't bug her.
And I think that's rather sad, really. I think thinking is wonderful and a gift.
C said once "I could find more adventure in a room than most people will find in their entire lives."
And she thought it was a negative thing, but to me that's just fantastic.
*wandered massively off the point here*
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*mad
Fours, Lantern. :( *hugs*
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*Slithers in and hugs Star and Taia*
Your rants almost made me cry :)
*Slithers out*
*Almost being, I teared up, but blinked it away
*Slithers*
@Adra: O_O What did I say?
Thanks, though. :)
*hugs*
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Woah. O_O
(What did I SAY?)
(and, you know . . . it's sad. I can say things like that to you people, and you almost start crying (wth.) Or I can say them to C, and she tells me how interesting it is and then responds with something equally interesting. Or I can tell them to D, and she doesn't listen and then tells me to get on with my work.)
(I seriously don't know what I said, here.)
(rather pleased, though. :))
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Hai Star
Hey Zaf! :)
Wbd, sorry. Art.
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The first Disturbed song I fell in love with was actually a cover. :P
I find that rather amusing.
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Hmm ok im taking first dedding later
Mergh
Dynamite
There ok. Maybe I have enough time!
I dedicate this page to life in general. Life is so small, so fast. It doesn't bode well to harp on the minuscule things, you fight? It will take time but eventually if you don't get over it, it will eat you up. Life is precious, do not waste it because you harp over small things. In years will any of us be in contact? Who knows!
The future is scary, but holding onto the past can be good and bad. The beauty of human nature is eventually we can forget and forgive. In SP mages have long memories. Heck you live a few centuries it tends to happen. But, even they well try to forget. If you lost friends to Nye in the war, it'd be hard to forgive it for killing your friends. I think if you read LSODM, 51 would be an example of, how do I forget that? My opinion? You don't. You won't. You have to move on.
Msd! Drivers Ed. *insert petrified Zaffy*
*nods* Good ded. :) :)
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People always think I would feel differently about forgiveness If someone came and started murdering my family.
I don't know if I would. My family hasn't been murdered yet.
But I hope I wouldn't.
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Hello?
Herrow.
That is all.
What do you want from me?!
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*whistles a jolly tune*
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*waves to Dragona and Trip*
*not really here*
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Hey Star. How're you?
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THERE'S A METAL BAND CALLED ISENGUARD.
OH MY GOSH. :O
I'm okay, Trip. :) You?
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Mars Bars are awesome.
Isenguard sounds like something from Skyrim.
I have an hour before I have to leave for the bus. HI BLOGLAND
Hey Snow! How are you?
I am... average. Got an incredibly boring day ahead of me, so might as well talk to some amazing people beforehand.
@Dragona: THEY'RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGUARD. :)
Hi Snow! :)
And hour? That's good. :)
You know, when I meet someone, I should ask them what their favourite websites are. Because I think it gives quite a good impression of self, and it shows quite a few sides of people.
What are everyone's favourite websites, anyway? :)
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