Neither of you is mad at anyone here. You're both friends and fine with each other.
I was reading an article about momentum last month, and see, momentum issssssss . . . mass x velocity, I believe. And velocity has speed and direction. So imagine two people travelling at equal momentum - one at, say, 10whateverunitsitis and the other at -10whateverunitsitis. And then they meet and they put their hands together and come to a stop, because their momentum equalises at 0. -10 + 10 = 0. And see, both of you have a lot of bad momentum sending you careering into sadness at the moment. Instead of careering into sadness, wouldn't it be better to career inot each other, and then you can take both of your momentums away and become a nice neutral zero?
. . .
That definitely made sense in my head.
My point is - don't run into walls. Run into each other, and support each other. :)
@Star: Yay... :) I think no matter what I do, no matter how confident I become in the future, there'll always be that part of me that says OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU JUST SAY THAT URGH YOU ABSOLUTE MORON xD
Like me with my anxiousness . . . I've worked out that whatever I do in life, I'm always going to be suffering the horrible cripplingness of indecision. It is going to happen every time I have to make a major decision. Therefore, I jus have to put up with it and get on with it. :P
Maybe it's like that with regretting what you said as well . . .
(Kas...*filters through brain for words* Kas m not going to insult myself or compliment you because that won't work here...but you should know, its fine. Now stop apologizing and hug star.)
Star: It's not a regular habit, I swear! Just... semi-regular. And everything you say seems to be brilliant/poetic/deep/all of the above, so I wouldn't worry about that too much if I were you.
(hello Soph) (Good bye Tia / Kas) (Ghost, (depending on who you actually are, i don't think we've met but anyway) i reckon your either British or American)
Claire: *switches off the engine climbs off, swinging herself over the barrier to balance on the edge of the bridge* Do you know when people say they have the urge to jump in high places?
I think I should sleep now, or I'll be too tired tomorrow. Goodnight, everybody. Thanks for everything- I feel a million times better and much more like myself. *hugs* You are so perfect. I'm not American though. I wish I lived near Fabi and Dug! I can't really tell you my nationality without giving away my identity as well, so... Oh, screw it. Who even cares whether you know? Love and thanks, Elder Sapphire Iota of the New Zealand Sanctuary
Claire: It'll be gone in a moment, the gloves were just switching on. *the noise disappears* See? *makes sure her helmet is secure then jumps from the top of the bridge on to the roof of the van, using her gloves to grip*
*watches Claire and doubts her ability to do that* ... *slips off the side of the roof, hitting the road and running as fast as she can, grabbing the door handle for help*
If you've had it all your life, it's probably fine. :) Unless it's really bad, of course.
I used to get pains in my wrist a lot . . . I mean, I always had them very occasionally, but then I had them frequently and I didn't know why. Then my sister told me she got them too, and I realised it was probably just a Thing. *shrugs* Now I only have them very occasionally again.
Whenever I get random pains, I have a tendency to think I'm dying. So far, I have not died. Therefore, I have learnt that random pains are probably not serious. :P
Claire: *pulls open the door and kicks the passenger in the face* *grabs on to the door, punching him in the chest* *feels a foot impact against her back and the door swings wide*
*yanks the door open, diving onto the drivers lap, tired of running alongside* *headbuts his face with the back of her head, feet at the pedals, breaking his fingers so her lets go of the steering wheel* *steers one handed, elbowing the guy in the nose, reaching for his throat and putting pressure on the pressure point there*
(There are actually quite a few alcoholic characters on the blog. Although, I wouldn't call Trip an alcoholic, as he mainly drinks so copiously because he can resist it an that makes him feel powerful, over a need to. He's really more addicted to power.)
Claire: *the passenger draws a pistol and shoots at her* *dives around the other side of the open door* *grabs the gun hand but isn't able to stop him shooting* *the door hinge breaks* *slides on to the other side as the door hits the road* *dives off and gains purchase on the side of the van with her gloves, pulling herself back on to it*
*hisses as the shot hits her shoulder* CLAIRE! HE WAS YOUR JOB! *smashes a fist into his shoulder, smashing the bones there, trying to focus on driving*
Claire: *shuffles back towards the now doorless side of the van* *grabs the man and throws him out, swinging herself into the passenger's seat* Sorry. I was preoccupied by nearly dying.
Claire. *looks at her angrily then sighs* Be careful, I'm speeding up. *presses down on the accelerator more, shifting gears and focusing on not crashing*
(can I have some help please? im writing about the language I used in my story. Ive just made the point 'I decided to use the pejorative "bloody mess"' I then explained how it 'highlights Felix's anger towards the current situation' what else can I add to the explanation? any help is greatly appreciated)
(*sighs* felix is in a fighting arena, he lays eyes on the sword 'the relic that got me into this bloody mess in the first place' I have to explain why I used the pejorative)
Claire: *climbs on top of the back of the van and swings the doors open* *hears loud gunshots as the people inside expected someone to be there* *dives to the side as shots begin to fly through the roof*
(Oh okay. It relays anger. It makes the reader almost sympathise with Felix.. No wrong terminology... It makes the reader seem closer to the characer,if you get what I mean? Like how if someone IRL is chatty they seen friendly, open, whereas more posh and formal people are harder to talk to in my experience and seem more closed off.)
Claire: *rolls to avoid more gunshots, feeling one go through her leg* *hisses in pain, swinging herself into the van* *grabs one of their guns, hitting them in the face* *shoots the second, balancing one leg* *shoots the third in the leg, throwing him out of the van* *climbs back out, trying to shuffle back towards the passenger's seat* *swings herself in, clutching her leg*
*looks at Claire, them back out the front window then quickly back at Claire again* Oh my god! Claire! *swerves to avoid another obstical* Christ's sake! Swap seats and remove the the bullet! You drive I'll heal!
(*listens to super psycho love* Something lately drives me crazy Has to do with how you make me Struggle to get your attention Calling you brings aprehension Texts from you and sex from you Are things that are not so uncommon Flirt with you you're all about it Tell me why I feel unwanted?
Damn, if you didn't want me back Why'd you have to act like that? It's confusing to the core 'Cause I know you want it Oh, and if you don't wanna be Something substantial with me Then why do you give me more? Babe I know you want it
Say that you want me every day That you want me every way That you need me Got me trippin' super psycho love Aim, pull the trigger Feel the pain getting bigger Go insane from the bitter feeling Trippin' super psycho love)
Okay good. Tell me if you hear one. *drives as fast as the van will go* Turn off! *swerves to the left, shooting down the turn off and onto a more normal road* Where am I going here?
(Okay I give up on google anyone know why we sweat when we jump? Is it to alert others of danger? Is it to cool of so if we decide on flight we dont over heat? What's the reason? Is it because all that blood pumping around our body so quickly makes us too warm?)
Okay.. *keeps going the speed she is, swerving through traffic, taking sharp turns until she finds a field and brakes hard* Out. *pulls some wipes from her pockets, cleaning the steering wheel and gear stick of her finger prints*
(I think it has something to do with stress the hypothalamus part of our brain activates the sympathic branch of the ans, which stimulates the adrenal medulla which then releases adrenalin and noradrenaline. this increases the heart rate, which would increase body temp so we sweat...I think)
(well, there are 4 approaches of psychology we study at a level. that is the biological approach, that believes that behaviour is caused by things happening in the body
I cant wait to do the psychodynamic approach, which involves our subconscious and dream analysis and things)
I suggested that to the head of our school's sixth form, who is also my German teacher, and he pointed out that if you did taht then people might be denied places on the course because it was too full, and if you weren't going to continue with it then you shouldn't take it in the first place to allow someone else a place, which seemed fairy nuff to me. :P
(I need to stop being so good at procrastinating..I'm procrastinating from biology, which interests me, with analysing why my friends phrasing changes when texting that from when speaking..)
*frown* It didn't work.. *nudges the trap with her foot and it springs, wires wrapping tightly around Flick, cutting slightly into her skin, constricting and stopping her from moving*
(I see, thank you Chloe) (for explaining why you were like awww) (and thank you again for liking the thing i came up with and so i huggle you *huggles*) (Sil how be you? *huggles you*)
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folks.
Neither of you is mad at anyone here. You're both friends and fine with each other.
I was reading an article about momentum last month, and see, momentum issssssss . . . mass x velocity, I believe.
And velocity has speed and direction. So imagine two people travelling at equal momentum - one at, say, 10whateverunitsitis and the other at -10whateverunitsitis.
And then they meet and they put their hands together and come to a stop, because their momentum equalises at 0. -10 + 10 = 0.
And see, both of you have a lot of bad momentum sending you careering into sadness at the moment. Instead of careering into sadness, wouldn't it be better to career inot each other, and then you can take both of your momentums away and become a nice neutral zero?
. . .
That definitely made sense in my head.
My point is - don't run into walls. Run into each other, and support each other. :)
@Fay: Yeah . . . :/
I like it when other people randomly blurt stuff, though. So it's cool. :)
@Ghost: in a good way or a bad way? :)
Random piece of info, my friend was hyperventilating while watching Dark Water today. XD
(I'm gonna stop with the Oreos now...I'm feeling ill..)
(You didn't hurt me Kas...okay let me rephrase, I'm not hurt now Kas, its fine. Don't cry.)
Em: In a mostly good way, I think
But also in pretty much every way imaginable XD Welcome back.
@Star: Yay... :)
I think no matter what I do, no matter how confident I become in the future, there'll always be that part of me that says OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU JUST SAY THAT URGH YOU ABSOLUTE MORON
xD
('Dont run into walls. Run into eachother.' xD)
(I echo the screw-sleep sentiment, btw. It's quarter to three in the morning and I'm doing my homework for tomorrow :P
@Ghost: :)
And wb to you too, seeing as you've come back after a few months... :)
CrapguysIneedtosleepthankyouallforbeingfantasticandbye
I'm sorry I hurt you, Sil.
I didn't mean to hurt you :c
I don't even deserve you... *hugs because there aren't words for some things*
Em, everyone has that part of themselves. That's fine, it stops us all from constantly saying offensive/ stupid/ annoying/ mortifying things.
Goodnight! Again!
@Fay: . . .
That's probably true. :)
Like me with my anxiousness . . . I've worked out that whatever I do in life, I'm always going to be suffering the horrible cripplingness of indecision. It is going to happen every time I have to make a major decision. Therefore, I jus have to put up with it and get on with it. :P
Maybe it's like that with regretting what you said as well . . .
@Sil: Yes. :P
@Ghost: O_O That doesn't sound too healthy. :O
(*pauses* *hugs Ghost tightly* mine..)
(Kas...*filters through brain for words* Kas m not going to insult myself or compliment you because that won't work here...but you should know, its fine. Now stop apologizing and hug star.)
@Sil: Eh? Why hug me?? :P
Oh. Yeah.
*hugs Sil, and smiles at the sense she was making because the last two words*
(@Star because hugging a bubble makes you bubbly.)
Star: It's not a regular habit, I swear!
Just... semi-regular.
And everything you say seems to be brilliant/poetic/deep/all of the above, so I wouldn't worry about that too much if I were you.
@Sil: OoOoOoOoOoOoohhhhhhhh okay thennnnnnn . . . O_O
*HUGS EVERYONE*
@Ghost: D:
Not everything I say, but thank you. :P
(and, sometimes peopel don't apprectiate that. Meh. XD)
*blinks in surprise*
*hugs Sil back* if you want me to be :)
YAYZ
I'm getting lots of hugs
Ghost likes hugs
(Um... *wonders if she actually guessed who the ghost was correctly*)
I like virtual hugs. :P
*hugs Star*
(*finally gets breathing under control*)
Sil, I don't really think I'm anyone at the moment. But take a guess if you want, I don't mind.
(Apologies. It seems I disappeared briefly.)
(You're an Aussie minion..)
(And from your reaction I think I guessed wrong..)
Okay then. Let's do that. Which type of..handle?
Nope.
My pronunciation of fish and chips is too good for me to be an Aussie.
Welcome back, Sophia.
Hello, Sophia.
Good bye, Blogland.
Claire: What do you mean? *steers on to the motorway*
The armed men. How do we handle them.
Claire: Unconscious if possible, kill them if it isn't.
Handle?
If you're leaving, Kas, then goodbye and take care.
In other news: I FINISHED MY HOMEWORK :D :D :D
I'm not gonna die
This is a very good thing
...
*re-reads the last two sentences and remembers that I'm a ghost*
Well, I'm not going to get any more deaded.
Okay. Good. Thank you..
(hello Soph)
(Good bye Tia / Kas)
(Ghost, (depending on who you actually are, i don't think we've met but anyway) i reckon your either British or American)
*shrugs*
*doesn't really care what people think of my nationality*
Hello, Garrett. Nice to meet you ;)
DEADED??
(quatre past three... *thinks about tome zones* America. El time if I'm not mistaken..so from Fabi and Dug area. Settle time zone...)
Finishing homework is very good, anyway. :) :)
@Sil: ooooooooohhhhkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy . . .
Claire: *drives off the motorway, turning on to a bridge* *pulls up* They will be driving beneath us soon.
Nice to meet you too ghost :)
Star; Please forgive my butchering of the English language. It seemed an appropriate word to describe the killing of a ghost.
Okay..
(Msd)
(Star-Bubble, email.)
I should sleep
I can't be bothered. It's too much effort.
I like the quiet hours too much.
Claire: *switches off the engine climbs off, swinging herself over the barrier to balance on the edge of the bridge* Do you know when people say they have the urge to jump in high places?
Yes.
Wait what about the bike?
(I'm going to be distant for a while, I'm going to play payday 2)
Claire: I don't have that urge.
We leave it here. We can always come back for it.
Okay then. I'm fairly certain its normal to not want to jump
Claire: *checks her phone* You might want to stand here too.
I think I should sleep now, or I'll be too tired tomorrow.
Goodnight, everybody. Thanks for everything- I feel a million times better and much more like myself.
*hugs*
You are so perfect.
I'm not American though. I wish I lived near Fabi and Dug!
I can't really tell you my nationality without giving away my identity as well, so...
Oh, screw it. Who even cares whether you know?
Love and thanks,
Elder Sapphire Iota of the New Zealand Sanctuary
Nah. I'm fast enough to get there in time.
(Goodbye Sapphire.)
Hello/goodbye, Sapphire!
*a white van followed by several police cars races around the corner, heading in their direction*
Claire: Suit yourself. *tightens her cape, making sure all her knives are secure*
I suppose I will see you down there.
*rolls her eyes at the cape* super Claire.
SAPH
SAPH
[Throws hugs at her as she goes]
Claire: Fuck you. You're just jealous.
(I will be back in a moment.)
*laughs*
Yep. Jealous.
(I am back.)
Claire: *presses a button on her wrists and a high pitched whine is audible from her gloves*
*winces, covering her ears, stepping away from Claire*
STOP!
Claire: What?
*grimacing*
The noise! Stop the noise!
Claire: It'll be gone in a moment, the gloves were just switching on.
*the noise disappears* See?
*makes sure her helmet is secure then jumps from the top of the bridge on to the roof of the van, using her gloves to grip*
*shakes her head to clear it then realises Claire has gone and runs, diving and rolling on the roof*
*smiles at Claire*
Claire: *slides off the roof on to the side of the van, edging towards the door*
(I will be back soon.)
*watches Claire and doubts her ability to do that*
...
*slips off the side of the roof, hitting the road and running as fast as she can, grabbing the door handle for help*
SAPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Star, it's happened again, is it the same for you?
(I am here my darlings )
(Hey Flick.)
(hey Sil, how art thou?)
(Thine art bored. How art thee, o daughter of man?)
(Thine faring well, thank you)
(Good. Wanna rp?)
(okay ^^ you first)
*yawns, finishing the final trap, hiding it from view*
*wonders around and finds SIl*
Hello *chirps*
*smiles* hey Flick.
*stands up, wiping her hands on her pants*
*grins* what you up to?
Uh..
*thinks about the traps*
Planting a tree.
*arches an eyebrow* now that's a lie. what are you doing really?
Getting rid of the sigils chi missed on the tree roots
(Sorry, distant. D:)
Yes, Fabi. It is the same . . .
really? *tilts head*
(crap, im confused as to whether or not to see a doctor. is it normal to have pains in the chest every now and again?)
(Hey Star ^^)
(i do flick)
Yep
(okay...it just happens rarely. but the pain spreads through my whole chest...ive had it for as long as I remember...)
*decides to let it go* do you want to go to the bar?
@Inky: . . .
Maybe.
I wouldn't know. :P
Hi! :)
(*hugles Sil* I don't think ive huggled yu yet)
*sighs* always the bar..
*tilts head* so what do you want to do then?
If you've had it all your life, it's probably fine. :) Unless it's really bad, of course.
I used to get pains in my wrist a lot . . . I mean, I always had them very occasionally, but then I had them frequently and I didn't know why.
Then my sister told me she got them too, and I realised it was probably just a Thing.
*shrugs*
Now I only have them very occasionally again.
Whenever I get random pains, I have a tendency to think I'm dying. So far, I have not died. Therefore, I have learnt that random pains are probably not serious. :P
How about the best bar in the history of bars?
(but these pains snatch breathe away from me...
Hey Trip ^^ sounds gooood)
(Don't worry, I've had some nasty random pains before, you should be fine.)
Well then, why not come to my bar?
*turns to Trip*
*smiles* that would be nice
(okay, thanks for the reassurance ^.^)
*rolls eyes* you drink too much.
*frowns* do not
And you drink too little, perhaps you can find a happy middle ground in...
*clicks his fingers and suddenly they're in his bar*
Ah, I've missed blog magic.
Right! Who wants what?
Do too.
(I am back.)
Claire: *pulls open the door and kicks the passenger in the face* *grabs on to the door, punching him in the chest* *feels a foot impact against her back and the door swings wide*
*looks around the bar* I love this place!
*to SIl* do not
(grrr, I don't know why I used the colloquialism 'punch his lights out' in my story!)
(InkyTC does drink too much . . . imo.)
As do I. *affectionately glides a hand over the counter*
It's alive, you know.
*eyes gleam* it is?
(Her whole pack is like this Star ^^ it was the way she was brought up...like me and my family...they are wild)
*yanks the door open, diving onto the drivers lap, tired of running alongside*
*headbuts his face with the back of her head, feet at the pedals, breaking his fingers so her lets go of the steering wheel*
*steers one handed, elbowing the guy in the nose, reaching for his throat and putting pressure on the pressure point there*
(I know.)
(YES YES
IT IS
TRARRRRRRR
C:
seven little baby cafés)
(There are actually quite a few alcoholic characters on the blog. Although, I wouldn't call Trip an alcoholic, as he mainly drinks so copiously because he can resist it an that makes him feel powerful, over a need to. He's really more addicted to power.)
@Trip: :P
I think I agree with you.
Claire: *the passenger draws a pistol and shoots at her* *dives around the other side of the open door* *grabs the gun hand but isn't able to stop him shooting* *the door hinge breaks* *slides on to the other side as the door hits the road* *dives off and gains purchase on the side of the van with her gloves, pulling herself back on to it*
(Shit.)
*hisses as the shot hits her shoulder*
CLAIRE! HE WAS YOUR JOB!
*smashes a fist into his shoulder, smashing the bones there, trying to focus on driving*
(*sniggers* I knew exactly what you were about to say, Soph XD)
Okay, Star...
Sorry, not really here, making crepes.
MARALIE LILY CHARM IS SO AWESOME
Claire: *shuffles back towards the now doorless side of the van* *grabs the man and throws him out, swinging herself into the passenger's seat* Sorry. I was preoccupied by nearly dying.
*raises an eyebrow, still sat on the lap of the one she attacked*
That was a bit harsh of you.
Claire: I'm sure he'll be fine. Maybe dead, but he'll be fine.
One moment. There may be some in the back. I'll go and see.
Claire.
*looks at her angrily then sighs*
Be careful, I'm speeding up.
*presses down on the accelerator more, shifting gears and focusing on not crashing*
(UGH WHY USE ANAPHORA?!?!?!?!)
@Lantern: I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. :O
Claire: *climbs out of the van, shuffling towards the back*
*swerves slightly and speeds up again*
*keeps an eye out for any exits that lead to a place they can dump the van*
(can I have some help please? im writing about the language I used in my story.
Ive just made the point 'I decided to use the pejorative "bloody mess"' I then explained how it 'highlights Felix's anger towards the current situation'
what else can I add to the explanation?
any help is greatly appreciated)
. . . *blinks*
*doesn't know the context in which it's used*
(*sighs* felix is in a fighting arena, he lays eyes on the sword 'the relic that got me into this bloody mess in the first place'
I have to explain why I used the pejorative)
(What's a pejorative?)
(insulting/informal language, it is often derogative )
Claire: *climbs on top of the back of the van and swings the doors open* *hears loud gunshots as the people inside expected someone to be there* *dives to the side as shots begin to fly through the roof*
(Oh okay.
It relays anger.
It makes the reader almost sympathise with Felix..
No wrong terminology...
It makes the reader seem closer to the characer,if you get what I mean? Like how if someone IRL is chatty they seen friendly, open, whereas more posh and formal people are harder to talk to in my experience and seem more closed off.)
(okay, tahnks Sil ^^)
*frowns and the gunshots and slams on the breaks so the people in the back fall over/smash their heads against the walls then speeds up again quickly*
(You're welcome, I hope I helped :)
(you have ^^)
Claire: *rolls to avoid more gunshots, feeling one go through her leg* *hisses in pain, swinging herself into the van* *grabs one of their guns, hitting them in the face* *shoots the second, balancing one leg* *shoots the third in the leg, throwing him out of the van* *climbs back out, trying to shuffle back towards the passenger's seat* *swings herself in, clutching her leg*
*looks at Claire, them back out the front window then quickly back at Claire again*
Oh my god! Claire!
*swerves to avoid another obstical*
Christ's sake! Swap seats and remove the the bullet! You drive I'll heal!
Claire: I'm fine. It can wait. *puts pressure on the wound* We've got one unconscious in the back. The other dead.
*sighs* okay. There should be a turn off anytime soon. Haven't seen the cops on a while.
Claire: We've lost them? Have you looked for a helicopter?
No..I should probably have done that.
Claire: I'll have a look. *hisses as she moves, climbing out of her seat* ... No, there isn't one. Not yet.
(*listens to super psycho love*
Something lately drives me crazy
Has to do with how you make me
Struggle to get your attention
Calling you brings aprehension
Texts from you and sex from you
Are things that are not so uncommon
Flirt with you you're all about it
Tell me why I feel unwanted?
Damn, if you didn't want me back
Why'd you have to act like that?
It's confusing to the core
'Cause I know you want it
Oh, and if you don't wanna be
Something substantial with me
Then why do you give me more?
Babe I know you want it
Say that you want me every day
That you want me every way
That you need me
Got me trippin' super psycho love
Aim, pull the trigger
Feel the pain getting bigger
Go insane from the bitter feeling
Trippin' super psycho love)
Okay good. Tell me if you hear one.
*drives as fast as the van will go*
Turn off!
*swerves to the left, shooting down the turn off and onto a more normal road*
Where am I going here?
Claire: Anywhere. It doesn't matter. We'll want to get out of here sooner rather than later, though.
@Chloe could also be a reference to a literal bloody mess?
Hello.
(Okay I give up on google anyone know why we sweat when we jump? Is it to alert others of danger? Is it to cool of so if we decide on flight we dont over heat? What's the reason? Is it because all that blood pumping around our body so quickly makes us too warm?)
Okay..
*keeps going the speed she is, swerving through traffic, taking sharp turns until she finds a field and brakes hard*
Out.
*pulls some wipes from her pockets, cleaning the steering wheel and gear stick of her finger prints*
(I think it has something to do with stress
the hypothalamus part of our brain activates the sympathic branch of the ans, which stimulates the adrenal medulla which then releases adrenalin and noradrenaline. this increases the heart rate, which would increase body temp so we sweat...I think)
Claire: *climbs out, limping towards the back of the van*
(I will be back soon.)
(O_o so...the quick heart rate heats us up and makes us sweat?)
*wipes down the dash board and any blood Claire accidently splattered*
*climbs out, making sure not to touch anything*
*walks after Claire*
You okay?
(basically, yep
this is why I take psychology XD)
(This is biology...GCSE biology. Confusing..)
(well, there are 4 approaches of psychology we study at a level. that is the biological approach, that believes that behaviour is caused by things happening in the body
I cant wait to do the psychodynamic approach, which involves our subconscious and dream analysis and things)
(Oh that sounds fun!)
(it does XD I cant wait. but apparently, that whole stress thing is the hardest part)
(Stop making psychology sound so damn fascinating . . .
That's my favourite part of biology. The psychology-like part. That's why I liek biology. :P)
(But it is really fascinating)
*huggles Star-Bubble* I had something to tell you. Something important. Oh, well, stay awesome!
(*pokes Kas* correct your name.)
@Inky: I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. D:
BUT I'M NOT SURE IF PICKING FIVE OPTIONS WOULD BE A WISE IDEA SO I'M ALL IN A PICKLE ABOUT IT.
@Tia: :) You too!
(Hey Kas *huggles*
Start off with five, and then see which ones you enjoy. that's what I did)
I suggested that to the head of our school's sixth form, who is also my German teacher, and he pointed out that if you did taht then people might be denied places on the course because it was too full, and if you weren't going to continue with it then you shouldn't take it in the first place to allow someone else a place, which seemed fairy nuff to me. :P
(ahhh I see :P)
Yeah . . . D:
(URGH WHY THE HELL DID I SIGN UP FOR THAT BIOLOGY PROJECT?!?! I HAVE TO RRESEARCH BARNACLES!!!!)
@Chloe XD
@Sil I want to change my name, but I have nothing to change it to that fits.
@Inky: . . .
I have no idea?
@Tia: "I am me, and that is a good thing."
:)
Try that.
(@Kas change it to Kas.)
(I need to stop being so good at procrastinating..I'm procrastinating from biology, which interests me, with analysing why my friends phrasing changes when texting that from when speaking..)
(How about Kas the awesomenaut?)
*gently strolls in and hugs Star the bubble and Tia and Chloe*
Hello, how be you all?
(Garrrr *glomps* I be great thanks
You?)
*accepts glomping and holds you in a much needed huggle*
I'm happy thank you,
that's how your feeling great Chloe)
(*huggles* awwww)
What? Was something i said? *smiles* )
(Correct me if I'm wrong, but everything has descended into silence)
(I'm glad you are happy and that you are glad because I am)
.(Temperature does that sometimes.)
*pushes Flick into one of her traps*
(it seems so,
I'm sure the lights will come back on soon) <what i mean is people coming back, i thought of it just now)
Hey Sil! *moans*
(**the blog, not temperature.)
(I was wondering then Sil XD)
(And that was a good ins rhos ^.^)
*frown*
It didn't work..
*nudges the trap with her foot and it springs, wires wrapping tightly around Flick, cutting slightly into her skin, constricting and stopping her from moving*
*shouts* Sil... Why?
(I see, thank you Chloe) (for explaining why you were like awww)
(and thank you again for liking the thing i came up with and so i huggle you *huggles*)
(Sil how be you? *huggles you*)
Claire: *looks over her shoulder for a moment* Sorry, what? Oh - yeah. I'm fine.
(Ugh not the hugging again. *pats Garr on the head* I'm calm.)
Shhh.
*walks around Flick, inspecting the trap, head at a funny angle*
(Hello planet earth)
Sil that's with Claire: okay...ready to go home?
(Ello ed! How art thou?)
I will not sush! Get me out
(Ello Chloe, I be good thanks, how be you?)
(*gets patted* Really..... Really and that's good how your calm Sil)
(Hello Ed, how is one?)
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