(I'm not exactly sure WHERE this image came from. Andrew, from my agent's office, sent this to me this morning. Haven't a clue where he found it, but it is AWESOME.)
Hullo there.
It's my 38th birthday.
First of all, thank you for all the birthday wishes I've been reading online. You care, you really care... sniffle... It almost made up for the fact that I will have no birthday cake today, and I have no one to sing me happy birthday. But that's fine. That's okay. I was woken up this morning by a birthday text, which would have started my day off with a smile were it not for the fact that the text was from O2, my phone provider...
Even so, thank you, O2. It's nice to know you care.
Before you feel TOO sorry for me, I celebrated my birthday last Saturday, when we combined it with a Halloween party because three of my nieces will be down the country on Halloween night. So, y'know... my birthday was hijacked by three princesses and a pirate. But that's fine.
So, what did I GET for my birthday? I shall tell you. I got a remote controlled toy car! From my brother and sisters! They got me a remote controlled toy car! Yes! They did! For no reason! For no reason I can possibly comprehend, they got me a remote controlled toy car! Thank you, brother and sisters! Just what I've always wanted but could never put into words! Joy of joys!
So, after picking myself up from the floor, it was my mother's turn to give me the present from my folks. It was a shirt! A shirt! A blue shirt! But not just any kind of blue shirt! A blue denim shirt! DENIM! The most awesome material you could possibly make a shirt FROM! A blue denim shirt!
Truly, I am blessed. It's not like when their birthdays come around I buy them computers or TVs or designer handbags. Nope. That's not what happens at all.
So you wait, my family! You just wait till your birthdays roll around again! You cannot BEGIN to guess what WONDER of a present I shall be buying you!
Joy of joys!
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*boils the kettle, putting the powder into the bottles as instructed*
*stops the kettle and fills the bottles, shaking them thoroughly to mix them*
*checks the temperature on the inside of her wrist and tries to work out if it's too hot*
*does the same*
Give it a minute, it's a bit too hot.
*nods and puts the bottle down*
*pulls a chair up and sits between Lira and Lucas*
Christ...
(Is it ok if I do a time skip? just a couple of hours)
(That's fine by me Gem.)
Aye. We've got our work cut out for us, eh?
(Fine here.)
(I'll do it after you've fed the twins, if that's ok? or would you prefer it if I did it now?)
(Do it whenever Gem.)
That's..one way to put it..
*takes a shakey breath and paces, a blur*
(After you feed the twins.)
(Now might be good. Feeding kids isn't the most riveting stuff)
*checks the bottles again, nodding*
*gently cradles Lira, teasing the bottle between her lips*
*doesn't pace while feeding*
*she doesn't want baby sick down her front*
*watches Lira*
*presumes Trip is feeding Lucas*
(Oh ok, that's fine then.)
*A few hours have passed, it's now dark outside*
Chi: *is still laying, cuddled up to Blake*
*Pulls his limp arm around her neck*
J-just like old times huh...? before the twins...juts me and you...*is still crying* They miss you, you know...Lira and Lucas need their daddy...you need to come home Blakey boo... to the twins, to me...we're a family...I-it wouldn't be the same without you...
*has completely lost it*
*watches the twins sleeping, thinking, pacing*
Its okay...mummy will be back soon...don't worry...don't worry...
(Thanks Kall..)
After this last page, someone's going to have to be first on the next post back. Inevitable because the comments end at 3200. Just a warning.
*poofs*
There are those who can revive the dead- I am one, Zafira is another, and more may have arrived since I stopped keeping track. I suppose the question is whether you'd accept having him revived, because of the situation at play out of character.
There is a new post.
(here.)
(*sighs and rubs head*
Ughhhh. Too much work.)
(Jai, do have no glue? Or could you borrow a friend's tomorrow for before the lesson?)
*grins*
Thanks
Have you lot come up with a plot you're interested in yet?
(Yup!)
(Right..
Prioritize...
French homework is being used IN LESSON and so is high priority but could be done at break..
Art is first lesson so that's highest priority..
Graphics can wait.
Um...
I'm not sure what physics homework is..)
(soooo...i went insane here...yup)
(Phone a friend or do it at lunch? If it's after lunch...)
What did you decide on, then?
(Zombies from the apocalypse infect the water everywhere in Blogland and people start turning into zombies and we need to find a cure, but not until later when loads of people have turned into zombies..,)
Ashlea: if fine...
(Poo, I have to go... oíche mhaith!)
well thats great...
cya velvet
im going too
(*decides waking up an hour early will solve most of this*
*maybe*)
(Bye Gem..)
(Bye Chi.)
(We don't have much room here either. WBD.)
(I am back.)
Claire: Thank you... I've never really ever had anyone there for me.
Liliana: Of course you are. But of who? Silente for sleeping with me, or me for sleeping with your precious Silente?
It may amuse you to mention I turned her wedding into chaos with a single poem.
Ah. I suppose I'll stay out of it, then, though it might be interesting to watch.
(That too was my plan, Alastair.)
(Uuuugh. Stupid homework. Waking up at 5:15am to get it done and staying up late...Yey.)
*smiles*
We're here for you..
James: *mouth twitches in a smile*
A single poem? That's admirable..
[sɹɐǝddɐsıp]
[ǝʇuǝןıs ʇɐ ǝsǝǝɥɔ sʍoɹɥʇ]
[ɹıɐʇsɐןɐ ʇɐ ʇoɹɹɐɔ sʍoɹɥʇ]
[ǝɹǝɥʍou ɟo ʇno dn sdod]
(*presumes that was 'cheese'*
*cuddles cheese and curls up*)
(You should go to sleep, Silente.)
Claire: Thank you... Both of you.
Bethany: You're welcome. However you will not be using firearms in my house. Alright?
Liliana: With a single poem I caused her fiance to turn himself into a metal statue. At least two people attempted to kill me. It was rather amusing.
(No...homework..
*sighs*
*resists the urge to..fake illness and avoid school tomorrow*)
*smiles*
That's fair...
James: I congratulate you.
(*hugs Silente tightly*)
Claire: Not even to hug?
Liliana: Why thank you. It was a lot of fun. I believe the statue is still around, actually.
(*hugs tightly back*)
(*collapses against her*)
...just the one...just to hug, if Beth's okay with that..?
James: Oh? Maybe I'll find it later.
(*gives up on homework for tonight*)
*catches the carrot* Thank you, Moss.
What has happened today in Paris is an affront to everything I have ever believed in, and to one of the core tenets of what I think this blog is all about.
An attack on a satirical newspaper is more than a horrendous loss of life, it's attack on the core ideals of our societies. These are the things that have made us great, and such a declaration should be countered.
But not with bullets. Bullets are their weapons. No, our weapons are our words. The words that we use thousands of on this blog and other sites daily.
Liberté, égalité, fraternité
Surprisingly representative of what we hold dear, don't you think?
(I must agree, Trip)
I suppose it is.
Greetings, Alastair.
Oh. My. God.
I just saw the report about Paris.
*is speechless*
-Zaf
Hello.
J is currently reading a report on it.
(Terrible... what's wrong with some people? - J)
Hey Alastiar....
I know, J. There's something sick about some people, what really is the point of taking a life for a belief....It's sick.
*is shaken*
My cousin was in France. Paris. I don't know if he came back...-Zaf
(The thing with these extremist is, they're not even true Muslims. If you look into the Muslim religion it's believed by followers to be the continuation and conclusion of Judaism and Christianity, it preaches peace and humility more than anything else. - J)
Exactly. It just...they give a bad name to these religions.-Zaf
Hello, Elleni, what a rare opportunity to speak with you.
Or perhaps not.
The blog is rather quiet, currently.
It is indeed.
I have to wake up in seven hours and I can't get to sleep.
Hell. -_-
It really is, Alastair.
Msd. I'll go if I feel sleepy.
But I'm WIDE AWAKE.
:/
WHY
I KNOW I'LL BE TIRED TOMORROW BUT HOW CAN I HELP THAT???
Hello, Zaf/Loki. :)
Hello :)
Hello.
Hi, Tanya, Alastair. :)
*STILL WAIYING TO FEEL TIRED*
I am surprised no-one has asked about my claims about being able to defeat Erebus.
Then again, my method is theoretical or metaphorical at best.
*is planning to stay up all night and... be here*
We didn't ask about them, we dismissed them, to my memory.
(Not defending us/attacking you - we should really have asked - just fact-stating.)
(Doubtful, but lets hear it. - J)
If things continue on like this, it may not be all that interesting here.
Oh give it a chance, Alastair. I've managed to stick around after being freed.
Don't stay up all night. Your body needs sleep to function, and if it doesn't get it, it impacts on your physical and mental health.
Aladtair doesn't want to 'manage.' He wants to be entertained/interested.
You can always go visit us, Alastair, on Asgard.
I put 'emotional' under 'mental.' :P
I've given it plenty of chances, Eberus.
Exactly, Star.
There is no reason why I'd want to visit you, Loki.
I might listen to some slow songs and see if I get sleepy.
Even more msd.
(Honestly, I don't see myself getting any worse.
Luck. Lots and lots and lots of luck. You can't combat luck. When everything starts to go wrong because of bad luck, you can't really do much. You mentioned Erebus being at 14% of his power. What if he gets trapped in a weaker body through sheer coincidence *
Then again you may not believe in luck, but that won't change much.)
(Good night, Star!)
2 years... this time 2 years ago, I was standing at a hospital room door, wishing they would start his heart again...
I-
I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, Emerald.
*Walks casually through Blogland, testing out Blake's body and turning random objects to shrived masses of darkness on a whim*
*is inside a tree*
(*Wonders how one manages to get inside of a tree without creating a hollow or finding a tree that already has one* - J)
(Sleepy...
I always thought that being "in" a tree is a stupid thing, but it does make sense in a certain way.)
*hugs El* How are you?
(Remember Star mentioning something about loving or having a crush on a fictional character? Does anyone here (apart from me) have that? Anyone crushing on Val or Skul or Fletcher or non-SP characters?
(Not really, Tanya, no. - J)
*Dulls down the shadows around him and forces his eyes, Blake's eyes, to look normal as he approaches Ellie*
Hey, long time no see.
((It is one of my disciplines, J. I can, essentially, fuse myself into a plant. I've done it here many times before, and kept others inside of plants on several occasions.))
Elleni, I haven't talked to you for so long... :(
Okay. Good night, guys!
(Interesting, Alastair. Goodnight, Tanya.)
Hello, Audra.
(Hey there. - J)
Hello Erebus.
Hello J.
*steps out of the tree, stretching lightly, then shifts into a crow and perches on a branch*
Bbs
In RP Erebus is using Blake's body, so if he speaks to you RP-wise call him Blake :L - J
I oughta specify that point... be right back. - J
There we are, much better.
(Well then?)
(How far above?)
(Well what was the "well then" directed at, Miss Jazz?)
(Goodbye.)
*simply decides to stand with his sister watching the kids*
Zanida: Loki....don't. I just want to live a somewhat normal life, without being tried for treason.
I would not try-
Zanida: No. I'm not going to target Alastair, I like my true name, thank you.
*A swirl of shadows appears near Loki and Zanida, leaving Erebus standing, making no attempt to hide his control of Blake*
Greetings, pretenders.
(I'm off for tonight, goodbye. - J)
Good bye.
¡uıɐbɐ sʇuǝɯɯoɔ ǝɥʇ uı ǝɯɐu ɹnoʎ ǝǝs oʇ poob s,ʇı
[ʎןןɐɔıʇsɐısnɥʇuǝ sǝʌɐʍ]
¡ɹıs
As it is to see yours, Ms. Cryptic, though it does seem to be a tad...
Askew.
˙pooɯ pɹıǝʍ / ʇɔǝظoɹd ʇɹɐ / ʇuǝɯıɹǝdxǝ uɐ ɟo ʇıq ɐ s,ʇı
˙ʇɐɥʇ ʇnoqɐ ʎɹɹos ʎןqıɹɹǝʇ ˙sǝʎ 'ɥɐ
Well, while I am hardly one to discourage you in this pursuit, perhaps if you paid the south pole a visit, your name would right itself?
¿uǝǝq noʎ ǝʌɐɥ ʍoɥ
˙dn ǝpısuʍop buıǝq ɥɔǝǝds ʎɯ ɟo pǝɹoq ʍoɹb ı uǝɥʍ ɹoɟ 'puıɯ uı ʇɐɥʇ dǝǝʞ ןןıʍ ı
˙uoıʇsǝbbns ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ noʎ ʞuɐɥʇ
Well, given the fact that I do not exist outside the bounds of Blogland, and have not visited it in quite some time...
Fairly well, all things considered. How have you been faring as of late, Ms. Cryptic?
˙ʎɐʍ ǝɥʇ ʎq 'ǝɔuɐʇsıp ʎɯ ɹoɟ ʎɹɹos
˙ןɐnsn-uɐɥʇ-ssǝן ǝɥʇ puɐ ןɐnsn ǝɥʇ
˙uʍop-ǝpısdn osןɐ
˙sʎɐʍןɐ sɐ ʎsnq ˙ɥbnouǝ ןןǝʍ uǝǝq ǝʌ,ı
I am gladdened to hear that you are well.
There is no need to apologize for your distance, given both the time and the fact that I am not technically here, either.
*wishes she'd been on to give Em a hug*
*still tries to, even after hours had passed*
*is also not really here*
Claire: I can't sleep without it... Not until I get used to it here.
Bethany: *sighs* Fine. But no shooting.
Liliana: It is so nice to have a civilised conversation with someone who I have wronged in the past.
(I have to leave due to power issues.)
I haven't been on here properly for a really long time, so hey, how's life? (if anyone's on)
Oh, and here:
https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?postID=8476126131748494202&blogID=1104475307058729066&isPopup=true&page=16
(*collapses and considers falling back to sleep*
Mums giving me the day off. She found out how much homework I hadn't done, realized how much sleep I was missing, watched me not have time for breakfast and so has given me the day off..I love my mum so much..)
(*hugs Jai* that's great :)
But homework ew)
(*hugs back*
Yes. Ew.)
"Still Alive"
You have changed,
I have changed,
Just like you,
Just like you...
For how long,
For how long
Must I wait?
I know, there's something wrong...
Your concrete heart isn't beating,
And I've tried to
Make it come alive.
No shadows,
Just red lights,
Now I'm here to rescue you...
I'm still alive,
I'm still alive,
I can't apologise, no...
I'm still alive,
I'm still alive,
I can't apologise, no...
So silent,
No violence,
But inside my head,
So loud and clear,
You're screaming,
You're screaming,
Covered up with a smile I've learned to fear...
Just sunshine,
And blue sky,
Is this all we get for living here?
Come fire,
Come fire,
Let it burn, and love come racing through...
I'm still alive,
I'm still alive,
I can't apologise, no...
I'm still alive,
I'm still alive,
I can't apologise, no...
I've learned to lose,
I've learned to win,
I've turned my face against the wind.
I will move fast,
I will move slow,
Take me where I have to go.
I'm still alive,
I'm still alive,
I can't apologise, no...
I'm still alive...
I'm still alive,
I'm still alive,
I can't apologise, no...
I'm still alive,
I'm still alive,
I can't apologise, no...
Hello?
Hey, Hope.
Hi Tia. How are you?
Sorry, I gotta go now. I'll be on later. Bye!
I was distant anyway. Good bye, Hope!
*is throwing wood into a massive bonfire*
*is waiting for someone to pass by and notice the bonfire*
*wonders what a massive bonfire is doing in Blogland*
*is also distant*
And back. Hi again. :)
Heya!
(The bonfire is for a rp.
You should sleep, Hope. Anyways, how was your day?)
It's not THAT late, Tia. :P
My day was pretty good. Got a late Christmas present from my family in America. :) MY GRANDPA GOT ME A 100 DOLLAR ITUNES GIFT CARD OHMYGOSH!!! :O Among other things. My mom sent me some socks... But they look comfy, so I'm not complaining. She also sent some essential oils, which is nice.
My grandpa is so awesome. :) But he really spoils me sometimes...
(:O That's awesome! :3
That really is awesome...
*hugs Hope*)
You can have your guitar's essence back... for one hundred million dollars! Mwahahahahaha!
*smiles*
Yeah, but now I'm having a hard time wondering what to buy... I can finally be able to get movies and TV shows using iTunes(and actually be able to BUY apps), but I'm going to try not spending too much. I sort of want to save it for something I really want.
(I know what you mean.)
Hello...?
*doesn't even HAVE a million dollars, let alone ONE hundred million*
...
Besides, I was actually making progress yesterday with my guitar.
*smiles at GM*
Nothing can separate a musician and their instrument if they were meant for each other. I'm not going to let my guitar go insane for not being able to play right.
*pats her guitar, smiling gently at it*
MISS, YOU ASLDKJDHJLSLJD!!!
*tacklehugs her to the ground*
YOU SAID YOU'D BE HERE DURING CHRISTMAS!!! I was waiting!
*continues to hug her*
(Next post: http://dereklandy.blogspot.kr/2012/09/lots-and-lots-of-photos.html?m=0)
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*is tacklehugged*
I'M SORRY I JUST LOST TRACK OF TIME!!!!
THAT SHOULDNT BE AN EXCUSE!!! BUT IM SO HAPPY YOURE ON NOW!!! :D <--- Not even a big enough smiley face to show how happy I am to see you right now.
I'm really happy to see you back as well!! When I first saw your post about coming back I was practically squealing with joy!!! How have you been??
Also, I like your pic change. :)
But, gah! It's been too long!!!
*helps her to her feet, then continues to hug her*
How have you been?!
*laughs*
Knew something like that was going to happen.
I've been so so recently. Sometimes okay, sometimes not so great, but it's times like this when I'm really happy. :) I MISSED YOU A LOT!
Thank you!! c:
It seriously has been!! I don't think I've been on the blog for nearly a year!! (And I'm only 5ish months away from my 3 year Blogversary omg)
I've been good!! I've just finished my second year of high school, and I've met both Dau Sketch and Eldritch Blaze (from the blog) twice now!!!
Sorry, I've got to go have dinner now, brb!!!
*hugs The Aussie Ninja Stalker Miss Cain*
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