First, let's get some bad news out of the way... errr... you're going to have to wait just a FEW more days for the Tanith cover...
(notmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfault)
Ahem.
This probably won't make you feel ANY better about the delay, but it's looking amazing right now. We still have to get the colour just right (because this was an unplanned addition to the series, it's kind of thrown our title-colour scheme up into the air...) but it's looking beautiful. Tanith looks like a total BAMF.
Middle of next week. DEFINITELY.
Hopefully.
The good news is, I've finished writing it. I finished yesterday and sent it off. Right now, before the editing process begins, it is 54,000 words long. That's fifty-four THOUSAND.
It was MEANT to be roughly twice the size of The End Of The World, which came in at something like 17,000 words. So when I started I was looking at a quick 36,000 word novella that I'd bang out between the end of the KOTW tour and the beginning of writing Book 8, giving me loads of time to relax and take it easy.
And it was going fine, it really was. I had Tanith and Sanguine, and they'd recruited their team of villains, and the story was rattling along and everything was cool... and then I introduced a team of good guys as well. So we have Dexter Vex and Frightening Jones and a few new characters, including the Monster Hunters (two guys I've been trying to find a place for in the regular books) and Saracen Rue. Saracen is the only surviving member of the Dead Men that we haven't met yet, and it was just so much fun writing them all that the word count kind of... ran off, dragging me behind it.
It was MEANT to be a little sliver of a book. Now it's practically two-thirds the length of Book One.
The things I do for you people, I swear...
The "Can Your School Get More Awesome?" competition is still going strong over at the Skulduggery website. The ingenuity on display is something to behold, with many of you using both social AND mainstream media (local papers, radio stations) to garner as many votes as possible. Have to say, I'm impressed at the imagination being displayed- there are some real smart cookies out there. There a few schools that are practically guaranteed to be in the top ten, there are plenty more who have established themselves as challengers, and then there are the schools with only a few votes. And to the people who put forward THOSE schools, I have to ask- how does it feel to be so utterly cool? How does it feel to be the only one in your area with enough good taste to vote? You are shining lights, you truly are.
I'm just looking at some of the photos... I love that the Bishopston school in Swansea and Heathcote School and a few others have sent us photos of the school crest- I have no idea how Tom would have drawn Skulduggery in THOSE photos but it would have been fun to see him try...
And St Annes in Shankill, who supplied an arial view... Dammit, if this had been voted for, Tom could have drawn Valkyrie plummeting from the sky and Skulduggery swooping in to save her. Argh! The potential for coolness would have been astronomical!
Let's see, what else... Skulduggery and Val would have looked awesome in the corridor of Holy Family Senior School in Ennis... and they have skeletons in St Matthews!... imagine Val abseiling down the side of Carterton Community College... or Skulduggery walking up the stairs of Selly Park Technology College for Girls... the dogs in Gabbinbar State School in Toowoomba (you don't have to look up Toowoomba to know it's in Australia, do you?) would have been able to chew on poor Skulduggery's leg... awww and I've just seen the picture from Invicta Grammar School with all the girls in army fatigues- I'd have loved to have visited there... I'm pretty sure that's a picture of Camilla visiting Brookside Primary School- so Val would have looked pretty cheeky pulling a face behind her back... and she would have fit right in with the girls from Oakmeeds Community College... Skulduggery would have been so proud to stand in amongst everyone in Scarborough College... then we have Skulduggery himself in Brentwood Ursuline Convent HS... and I'd have loved to have visited Hitchin Girls School, if only so I could have made a load of jokes about hitchin' girls...
Voting is still going on, so you've all got plenty of time left. Once we have the top ten, it'll be up to me to pick the photo that would lead to the best Skulduggery pic and then we'll have our winner. But the effort all of you have gone to is just hilariously impressive...
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Niccolò: *sighs* I shall return momentarily. *shifts other-dimension Zafira to the Palace* *shifts back*
Ari: Wait, Aiden, why do you want to kill her exactly?
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-I connect myself to Zafira, teleporting us both into somewhere far away-
Stop running, Zafira.
-I grab hold of her shoulders, smiling-
I'm not here to kill you.
I'm here to save your son.
Where am I?! I do not know why. But you better prove yourself to be speaking truthfully.
(I fear I must go. I have school (as of now) and I need to sleep and be alive.
((Ari: Now that I look at the time, I should probably sleep, too... I may or may not be here for a few more minutes, but yeah, I will have to go now/soon, so msd. Sorry. *hugs all*))
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((Ari: I've been reading it, Adra.
...Darn it. You'd better not die there.))
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(Silence...))
Hello, hi, I am back.
I hate the whole idea of existence sometimes.
((Adra, I hope you're okay, [hugs]))
... okay, I just noticed all the deleted comments :-/
[hugs Snow]
Hi,
We danced to Pompeii again
Killer combo
I have a big bruise on my arm now.
Ow.
Tempted to post a pic of my favorite shoes, but I think this one has a whole lot more meaning.
They're cool shoes, though. They look like they belong in the early 20th century or so, and they look like they'd be really uncomfortable because they have a bit of a heel, and they're all lace-up and stuff, but they're so comfortable, and the leather is soft and flexible enough in the toes, but stiff enough at the ankle, and they fit like they were made for my feet, and they're just awesome. :-)
Yup.
We also danced to a song I sort of associate in a bad way with Nikola Tesla (the ship), and I nearly started crying.
Oh, and we did a piqué combo to Be OK, by Ingrid Michaelson, and the teacher was all like "smile, it's a happy song" and I was like
Open me up and you will see
I'm a gallery of broken hearts
I'm beyond repair, let me be
And give me back my broken parts
And those are actual lyrics from the song, and it isn't happy...
Except I didn't really say anything, because I'm too polite. :-P
You're really not making it easy to break the silence, you know.
XD sorry.
I'm just trying to think about what I coild write.
Ooh, writing. Writing is good. I love writing.
...
I may just have Effie goat-sit. She'll be rubbish at it, but it'll be a nice burst of comic relief, I suppose. And it doesn't depend on someone else having a free moment,
:)
The song poet by bastille reminds me of you. It has nothing to do with you. Not really. But the name always makes me think of you.
Precisely.
Hm... I'll listen to it.
*nods*
The weight of living part 2 always makes me think of deathy.
Oh...
Bastille songs either make me thjnk of books or bloglandians
With the exception of Pompeii, which makes me think of my friend... though, she is Stormagedon. XD.
I get that with songs I dance to sometimes. Like, obviously if it's 1D or LM, then Mara, and if it's Bastille, then you, but there are some songs that remind me of ships or people, as well. Like, there was one that was so Tadra... I can't remember any of the lyrics, just the combo and the tune, though.
:)
Songs remind me of people a lot, whether it be because they like the band, or simply the song, or because it just... sounds like them.
Wbd, pythonifying songs. :D
Kay
I posted on my Python blog. Not much, but still.
... maybe not this pic with this name...
Maybe... this?
...
Quite.
*nods* this one.
[hugs]
YPMWDBJO
THE NIKOLA TESLA SONG JUST CAME ON SHUFFLE
I AM CRYING MY EYES OUT NOW
*huggles*
[hugs]
Posted again on my Python blog...
Need to sleep now....
Bye...
Bye
-appears in Blogland, once again-
Hemlock should be here.
Or Rose.
They seem to have some sort of bond together, just like I do.
I don't know, but something is wrong about it.
Hello? Msd/wbd. School soon. How are y'all?
I'm here. Sorry. Fixing tomatoes just before...
*sits in a tree*
*She paces behind a thick wall of trees as beyond that, an invisible dome, separating her from everything else. The shield hid her from the outside world and also bound her magic.
There was a small lean-to shelter that she'd hastily constructed to her left, a small pond of tainted water to her right. Unlike the rest of the Bloglandian forests, the leaves had all fallen and rotted.
No wind ruffled the leaves. No birds chirped. It was purely a land for her own torment, created by that menace, that beast. The one who lived on her eternal fear*
*She can't hear anything and it frightens her. She used to rely on the sounds around her more than sight. The sudden deafness makes her scramble into her lean-to and curl up into a tight ball* Please...
Hellolilolilollipop!
(Hey!!))
Do you ever have that feeling whee somebody you used to love with all your heart changes and they disgust you so much you just want to flip a table?
DEATHY!!!!!!
*hugs* *hugs* *hugs*
HOW ARE YOU OMG
(Yes. Yes I do.
*Evades the hugs* Hey, yeah, I'm good. I'm fine.))
*chases Deathy, trying to hug her* LET ME LOVE YOU
for one creepy moment i thought my mother just said that her boner was hurting
(*Sprits away* DONT LOVE ME! IM A PUDDING!
Heh...))
(*Sprints)
*grabs a spoon* I LOVE PUDDING!
(IM A TURLTE PUDDING!! TURTLES TASTE DISGUSTING!! *Runs faster*))
You know what? I always thought that it would be really fun to play a kind of "guess who said/did that" to see how well we knew the other bloglanders...
*manic grin* i liek turtils
(Yeah, that's actually a really cool idea!!))
(Oh.... FISHES!! *Dives into the lake* MERMAID POWER!()
(How should/would/can I go about organizing that, do you think?)
*turns into a shark* *grins* LET ME LOVE YOU
*Finally, a noise fills the silence, but it isn't just any noise. It's a low, guttural snarl, coming from a thick part of the forest. She has no weapons, no powers, no nothing.
A large panther stalks towards her, it's tail flicking slightly*
(I've no idea....
*Turns invisible and hops up a nearby tree*))
(Maybe I could come up with certain scenarios and have people email me what they would do (seriously) and then do a who-said-what quiz...)
(OR I could try and find quotes from previous posts on the blog and have people guess who said them.)
*throws flour in the air*
*her outline becomes visible*
*turns into a monkey*
*climbs the tree*
(I'm not too sure....
*Pulls out a gun and aims it at the monkey*))
*cries*
*turns into the Mycroftbunny*
*teleports next to Death and nuzzles her*
(*Cuddles the Mycroftbunny*))
(I'm compiling a list of quotes!)
*snuggles into the hug, twitching his nose happily*
(*Pats the bunny then tosses him up into the air and catches him*))
*squeaks*
*bunny-signs* I am not a stuffed animal, Miss Rose!
(But your fluffy! And cute! And so tossable! *Cuddles Mycroftbunny again*))
*huffe* Fine. *nuzzles*
(Hullo, Blogland.)
(Ah, I see that nobody's here.)
(Anyways, I came on to encourage people to look at the latest post on my Monster Hunters blog.
I drew a Thing, and it is fabulous, and I want people to see it.)
(Incidentally, I suggest you all beware, because comment 3720 is cursed.)
Hello?
Am I cursed now?
Msd/wbd/no idea if I'm heree or not/QUACK!!!!!
I'm not here because I made a deal with myself that if I didn't go to orchestra (45 minutes playing the cello and then 75 minutes getting home? Uh, no thanks), I had to spend one hour straight being productive in a non-homework way when I got home from school, but this website that is teaching me German is saying that 'ihr' means 'you guys' (same as my French teacher (who's Spanish) was telling us the plural in French meant) and I'm like ISN'T THAT A BIT INFORMAL SHOULD THEY NOT JUST SAY 'you (plural)' WHAT THE HELL.
*NOT HERE NOT HERE*
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My French teacher used to say it meant "y'all"
And he'd always try to say it with an accent
And the accent was horrid
Blogger Niccolò Croatoan and Aretha Tesla said...
((Ari: And now Star's going to read this and be like
SEE? I TOLD YOU ALL!!!!!! And then she'll miss her blue hand picture.
Sorry about the color, though. I really want to see it now...))
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January 22, 2014 at 11:55 PM
Seriously, you guys (haha) are doing this AGAIN? XD
*hugs*
I love you people. :)
And, yes, I was about to do that. :P
BLOGGER IS STUPID. -_-
@Lantern: Well, you see, round here we don't say 'y'all'. :P
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And, sorry I poofed . . . like I said, I wasn't here. :/
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And - those photographs of those frozen bubbles are BEAUTIFUL. O_O *nods*
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Justin Bieber has been arrested in Miami for drunk driving and racing a friend in that car
the beliebers are as pissed as fuck and i don't blame them but still justin bieber has done so much illegal stuff and never gotten in trouble for it so idk
@Mara: O_O
The only thing they should be annoyed at is Justin Bieber, though, really. He breaks the law, he should expect to be arrested.
(Hunter is raising his eyebrows at me. :P)
Hey Mara, btw! :)
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XD
Yes it is, though. :-/
The shadow is all blue-ified now. Blueification is acceptable in some circumstances, but this is not one of them.
Round here, we don't, either, except sometimes I use it if I'm being a lazy typer. It's more of a Southern thing, and the people I've heard don't say y'all rhyming with wall, it's more like yuh-all, like how uh-oh has that little stop sound in it? There's a hieroglyph for that sound in ancient Egyptian. Anyway, the teacher said it with such an overdone, rubbish "southern accent" it was cringeworthy. Seriously.
This is the same teacher who spoke some Swedish, German, Italian, Spanish, Latin and considered himself an expert on languages, even though he'd only had two or three years of French.
...
I quit the class after a few weeks, and it was years ago, and yet I still rant about it. My brain needs a life.
Im happy about Bieber, oh im memorizing a speech in LSODM, I guess i can say its by Ravel but im not gonna say more. If you want to know which one email me, but i finally found it and shall attempt to memorize it
Yes, they're amazing. :-)
Meh. Famous people. :-/
*I do not hate all famous people, I just get irritated when I hear stuff like that.
Msd, internet being rubbish.
Famous people are good and bad, like all people. :)
*not really here*
*hugs Lantern* :/ Um. Good quitting-ness?
LIFES ARE OVERRATED.
And - the profile picture thing IS annoying. -_-
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*LIVES
THAT IS WHAT ONE GETS FOR TYPING QUICKLY BECAUSE SISTER NEEDING HOMEWORK HELP.
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(I am, however, going to have to explain to people why I didn't go to orchestra.
Positives and negatives, I guess.)
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[hugs]
A person! :)
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*is writing out the most successful kidnap Hunter has ever done*
*it's quite ace*
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It's a plot that appears in segments through a story, though, so I just write a section and then go '(Insert something)' and start writing the next section. :P
Lantern, did I tell you about me ranting in Python in the back of my English book?
Don't think I did.
Python is a good language to rant in. :)
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:-)
:)
How's you?
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...eh.
You?
*facepalm*
I'M NOW TYPING IN SPANISH.
WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.
(It is worth noting, however, that wordreference.com works just as well for Spanish as it does from French, if not better. When searching 'bad' in hope of finding 'not so bad', I had to click 'Next 100' because there were so many definitions, put it that way. :P
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Quite good, I think. :)
My friend had SUCH a bad day, though. :O
Her day began at 12:10 AM because he brother woke her up by being noisy, and her skirt got ruined so she had to wear a stretchy one, and her sugar and flour she'd prepared for cooking went everywhere so she had to clear that up and get move, and she didn't have any cherries, and her phone broke so now she'll have to get a new one, and she (rather spectacularly. It's been described as a ninja roll) flel over in Games and really hurt herself, and our friend wasn't there so she was alone in PE, and also she was outside in PE and Games and half froze to death, and in maths she did the grid wrong, and then had to do it again, and then did that wrong, and then they had to copy it into their books, except she'd forgotten her book, and so she had to do it on paper, expect she did THAT wrong, and anyway, it was just continuous and constant and she had a mini breakdown before Games because she just couldn't deal with it all anymore, and I was saying that if this day was happening in a book, we'd think it was unrealistic, but it was real life. :P
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And that was just the morning.
*didn't see her after lunch*
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WHY AM I WRITING IN SPANISH.
WHY.
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Skewwhiff is actually a word.
Huh. :P
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I DON'T SPEAK ITALIAN EITHER.
I HAVE TO, YOU KNOW, ACTUALLY DOWNLOAD AN ITALIAN PROOFING TOOL FOR MY WORD-PROCESSING PROGRAM.
WHAT.
oh my gosh
IT'S TELLING ME ALL THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS AND THAT IN ITALIAN!
ARGH!
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D:
My sister is comparing paintings from what she did when it was her brother's age to what my brother's done, and OH MY GOSH MY SIBLINGS ARE SO GOOD AT PAINTING WHY CAN I NOT PIANT THEY'RE SO GOOD ARGHHHHHHHHHH. D:
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My eyes are the dark and impenetrable blackness at the bottom of a calm sea, and in them can be seen the pale, writhing forms of blind bottom-dwellers moaning in the deep. My eyes are the suffocating emptiness of the dark expanse of space, and in them galaxies are seen turning and blazing and crying out with the music of the universe. My eyes are the dark place between your bed and the floor, between the wall and the closet door, outside your window when you think you’re all alone.
I was before the darkness came.
I did not ascend. I watched the ascension of Delirium, Suicide, and the lady who broke my heart. Before them, I saw War, and Famine, and Pestilence, and before them all, I saw Death.
I saw them all. I knew they would ascend.
It was destiny.
War tried to cheat me, but I cannot be cheated. He followed me across shadow and void and sea, and struck me to the heart with the Vorpal Blade. I did not die.
Famine tried to tempt me, but I should not be tempted. She lured me across shadow and void and sea, baiting me with the thought of an end to the ceaseless hunger within me. I forsook her, and I did not give in.
Pestilence tried to defeat me, but I am undefeatable. He let loose a dark rot in my soul, shattering it into the three pieces, but even then, I did not die.
I was before the darkness came.
Death, however, did not try to cheat me, tempt me, or defeat me, and in turn, I offered myself to Death. The shadow I cast over the humans is great, and I always win every wager, every coin toss. Through me, every human soul is, at one time or another, laid on Death’s banquet table.
So I have written, so I have decreed.
One day, as I was roaming about in the earth and walking about on it, Death approached me, to plead for a soul.
“There is a man,” Death said, “who walks the earth even now, bringing hope and light. God walks with him, and there is sunshine in his footsteps. The world will speak of him and his works for years to come. Give him to me.”
“No.” I said. “It is not as I have written it.”
Death did not leave me. Instead, he . . . or was it she . . . walked beside me as I went from house to house, looking at lives and examining souls.
“I must have him.” Death said to me, and his voice was, as always, calm and gentle. “If I do not claim him soon, he will damage the Below so greatly that it shall never recover.”
“You are the Great Democracy. The Impartial Judge.” I said, taking an apple from a fruit stall and polishing it on my sleeve. “You take no sides, you claim no allies. If an agent of the Lord wishes to work his will on the world, let him, and do not worry about the Below. I have decreed it to be so.”
“True. I am impartial.” Death said to me. “But not all things are set in stone.”
“They are.” I said, and I looked at Death with my eyes as dark as sin. “I have set all things in stone, and there they shall remain. You will not claim him. He will not die.”
“I claim all men.”
“You claim all men because I allow it.”
“Not all beings are governed by Fate.”
“I am Fate and all beings bow to me!” I shouted at Death.
Death looked up at me, his frown dripping blood, and his brow furrowed in thought.
“Lady Luck does not bow to you.” Death said to me.
“Do not talk about her.” I said to Death, my jaw clenching.
“God does not bow to you.” Death said to me.
“God does bow to me.” I said. “He will always bow to me. Was it not me who, my decreeing it, corrupted this creation and brought all things into clarity? Was it not I, who, by corrupting creation, caused you yourself to ascend?”
I bit into the apple.
I allowed the juice to drip down my chin.
“I am Fate.” I said. “Heed my words: You will not touch this holy man.”
“All souls will be laid at my table.” Death said, and though his form was that of a child, his voice was something much older, and much stronger. “This man’s soul will not be exempt, Fate.”
Death and I looked at one another.
I crouched so that I was on eye-level with Death.
“As you have said,” I said. “so it shall be. I will lay the soul of Christ on your table.”
Death smiled a bleeding smile.
“Thank you, Father.”
“I will allow him to remain there for three days.” I said. “No more, no less.”
Death’s smile melted away.
“You cannot do that.”
“I can do anything.” I said.
The sky rumbled with thunder, and the clouds began to swirl.
I AM DEATH! Death shrieked. I WILL NOT BE DEFIED!
“This man is more than a man!” I shouted back at him, and my voice was like silence. “This man is God himself!”
The thunder died away. The clouds began to dissipate.
Death looked at me.
I looked at Death.
Death’s lips curled into a distasteful sneer.
“Very well.
As it has been decreed, so it shall be.”
“Yes.” I said. “I’m glad you know your place.”
And Death left me there, on that lonely street, and I continued roaming about in the earth and walking about on it.
My eyes are the dark and impenetrable blackness at the bottom of a calm sea, and in them can be seen the pale, writhing forms of blind bottom-dwellers moaning in the deep. My eyes are the suffocating emptiness of the dark expanse of space, and in them galaxies are seen turning and blazing and crying out with the music of the universe. My eyes are the dark place between your bed and the floor, between the wall and the closet door, outside your window when you think you’re all alone.
I was before the darkness came.
(Hullo, Blogland.)
@Annika: That's incredible. O_O
Like
incredible
O_O
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(Thank you.
People liked the one I wrote about Delirium, and the one I wrote about Suicide, so I thought I'd write one about Fate.)
My character chart needs to be finished today, and I just keep going in stupid circles.
@Annika: Why would we not like them? :) :) :)
@Lantern: :/ *hugs*
Um.
As Queen of Procrastination, I don't really know what to tell you to do to help.
So
um
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Im writing but not right now
(Thank you.
I don't usually receive positive words on my writing, so thank you very much.
I can't stay long.
I apologize.)
Hey Zaf! :)
I'm writingggg. :)
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@Annika: You should receive positive words on your writing. :)
And - that's fine. :)
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(Thank you again.
I should probably depart. I have Things that must be done.
Farewell.)
Im gonna be here....just not totes im at drama
I started sbout Zaf in the other dimension
Fours, Anni. :)
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That's the thing, is I'm not even actually procrastinating.
Or I guess I am now, but I wasn't. I actually sat and tried to think of how to describe each of the characters in a few words.
But of course if I have this little written, Mom will assume it's procrastination and that I just don't try hard enough and I just don't care.
Is there a word for being tired of doing chores, sort of lazy I guess, and wanting to so something fun and carefree?
Because I can't think of one at the moment. Daydreamy isn't quite right... And Nel stole my thesaurus again...
@Zaf: Okay. :)
And - yay! :)
I find her quite interesting.
. . . Je la trouve assez intéressant.
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@Lantern: You could invent one. :)
But I know how it feels when you just stare at something and your mind just can't seem to float down to it and it just wants to wander off and do something else.
And that's really :(, because effort = True, it's just hidden.
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ive fnd I actlly lk tryng 2 tlk in txtspk bc its rthr fun 2 try + wrk out hw 2 do it . . . lk tlkng in cd.
its rthr fn
bt I obvsly wnt do it here mch bc I no hw annyng it is 2 try + read. :P
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*code
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That gave me a headache Star
Hello? How are you all?
I can't invent words on a school assignment. :-/
I wish I could, though, because I can't describe the other characters too well, either. I guess I'll just have to write a paragraph about each...
I don't really have the time for that, though...
And I could rant about effort and communication and my Mom, but I won't.
Probably not here now.
@Zaf: *laughs* That's how I feel when I try to read txtspk. :P It HURTS.
It's like with my code that I have. I can write in it really easily, but it's hard for me to read because I have to decode each letter and hold them all in my head.
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@Lantern: :/
Meh.
That is true.
It irritates me, not being able to invent words for school . . .
And - :/ *hugs Lantern* Good luck with it.
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Hi Moss! Hey Star! Hello Zaf!
Hey Rhydian! :)
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RHYDIAN THAT PHONE CASE IS SO AWESOME!!!
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. . . Maybe I'm being paranoid, but - has this profile picture always looked this light?
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Yeah, that's much better. :)
*admires the different between my last comment and the one before it*
*although I don't know why the HELL there is a different there*
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*it's the same image -_-*
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That happened to me with one of the t shirts as well...
@Lantern: -_-
It's a shame . . .
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SORRY FOR POOFING!!!
Gtg now. Bye! *hugsies*
Fours, Rhydian! :(
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I hate to say this, but I think A7X used to be better than they are now. :/
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Had another panic attack today:/
Even my vice-principal said I was having one -.-
Yaaaaaaaaaaay
Don't think I'm here btw. Have six pages of Irish I have to know by tomorrow.:/
It fixed after I reuploaded it, mostly. Ish.
[hugs Maralily]
@Mara: That really sucks. D: I hope you're okay now. :( :( :(
And - that sounds awful. -_- GOod luck with it.
@Lantern: Me too, with this one. Blue hand, not so much. :P
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I am going on a sleepover at my friend's tomorrow!
Also, I have credit on my phone!
(I needed credit on my phone. I need to be able to come here when I'm in Ipswich like I will be at the end of the month.)
So I shall be able to comment here in wifi-less zones without it costing money for a whole month! :)
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Yay Star!
Herrow puny mortals.
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@Zaf: :)
@Lantern: :)
Hey, Trip! :)
*isn't a puny mortal*
*is a bubble*
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How are you doing, my immortal friend?
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*isn't EXACTLY immortal*
*because 'immortal' implies I live foREVer*
*I don't die*
*but I don't really live*
*because I'm not really alive*
*so like yeah*
I'm doing good. :P You?
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I'm wonderful thank you!
What did you get up to today?
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Hi Trip.
Wbveryd notsureifimevenhere
Wonderful is wonderful!!! :)
Hmm. What DID I get up to today?
Ermmmm . . .
*thinks*
*thinks more*
*thinks morer*
*thinks EVEN MORER*
*thinks EVEN MORERER*
*realises I'm thinking more about thinking than actually thinking the thinking*
*facepalm*
Today, I did pretty much nothing worthy of noting. :)
You?
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OH MY GOSH.
@Lantern: Okay. :/
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I want you to rock me,
Rock me,
Rock me,
Yeah,
I want you to rock me,
Rock me,
Rock me,
Yeah,
I want you to hit the pedal
Heavy metal
Show me you care
I want you to rock me,
Rock me,
Rock me,
Yeah
R-O-C-K me again
R-O-C-K me again
R-O-C-K me again, yeah
R-O-C-K me again
R-O-C-K me again
R-O-C-K me again, yeah
I want you to rock me,
Rock me
Rock me
Yeah
I want you to rock me
Rock me
Rock me
Yeah
I want you to hit the pedal
Heavy metal
Show me you care
I want you to rock me
Rock me
Rock me
Yeah
I'm sorry, I already have a ded I need to so, so I didn't want to take first.
Maralieeeeeeeeeeeee!
@Lantern: It's fine. :)
It was a good comment to get first on. :P
@Mara: *hugs* :)
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Hey Fabi.
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Does anyone else . . . you know when you get assessments back and you don't want to look at them? And as soon as you know the level, you don't want to read back over the feedback and stuff? And you can read the feedback, really, but you don't want to read back over what you wrote in it? And you'll read a few sentences and then you'll kind of wince and slam it shut and it's just really hard to read it?
Mmh.
*has an email chain with Lav going*
*and it's about my story*
*and it takes me a while to reply to her, always, because I find it rather hard to read the emails*
*oops*
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Hai guys
Hey Zaf! :)
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Um, I succesfully navigated a very sticky situation involving languages and me be totally inept at putting two foreign words together in my brain, so that all parties received exactly what they wanted from the end result, with minimal compromise, but aside from that,nthat's about it.
Now if you'll excuse me, I just remembered I still have some history that needs doing.
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You know, I don't think I space out as much as Mom thinks I do. I think it's more like I don't want to write something that's halfway-decent when I could write something good. I may or may not be a bit of a perfectionist at times.
Also, I probably get it from her...
It's always hard for me to send emails... You can't delete them when you're done...
At the same time, though, being here is like talking, and email is like writing, and I feel better about writing than talking, and it's more one-on-one, which means not messing up in front of a crowd...
I'm sorry, I'm babbling...
Should probably go...
(well, actually, no)
(or, yes, it depends how you look at it)
(because technically, Hunter's, um, Hunter)
(and he was, to his knowledge, the first etherdemon)
(so anyone he creates is kind of . . . well, Hunter hangs out with bad people, really)
(so not a whole load of good people really get converted)
(but everyone is good)
(and even when people do bad things, they're still people, you know?)
(and it would really depend)
(plus, they have a lot of high-level nice people)
(I mean, Hunter converted people all the time when he was younger, but nowadays, he only really does it if they're trustworthy and he thinks they can handle it)
(because uprisings kinda suck when they actually get somewhere close)
(in fact, they had this period of time where they were basically trying to kill off most of the etherdemons)
(because if too many ganged up against them, that would kind of be rather dangerous)
(but this is written quite early)
(yeah)
(OH GOSH)
(oh, no, nevermind)
(um)
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@Lantern: No, you shouldn't. :)
@Trip: Yay! :) And okay. :/
@Lantern: Emails are harder for me because it's one-on-one. I feel a lot more judged. Because you're focusing entirely on one person and they're focusing entirely on you . . . it's kind of a direct channel, and there's a lot more judging, and it's like . . . if you're here distantly and just speaking in general, people don't notice you as much, but if you're speaking DIRECTLY TO THEM, you have their full attention, and also you're conducting yourself fully at one person so they can see how you do that rather than just random messages that are kind of going into empty space, and also, in an email, I always pay good attention to what the other person says and read it over a few times and try and give the best response and it's like . . . on here, you occasionally don't even notice comments, because you're not paying as much full attention to everything, and . . . yeah. :)
(Yes, that's me trying to get it into words. It probably didn't need to be that long.)
And - being a perfectionist isn't bad. I can be one, and I'm awesome, so . . . :P
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I suppose, though, if emails are like writing and being here is like talking . . . I talk without thinking, really. Whereas when I write, I overthink.
*nods thoughtfully*
Thank you, Lantern.
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(Hunter doesn't ALWAYS have his helmet on, but when he doesn't have it on, he isn't recognised, and he's not generally going by the name of Hunter, so . . . it's like, if the Prime Minister always wore a helmet, then you could say the Prime Minister always wore a helmet, but he took it off in his free time . . . in his free time, he isn't the Prime Minister, he's just himself. So he only has his helmet on when he's being the Prime Minister, so the Prime Minister always wears a helmet.
*nods*
Except it's obviously not as clear-cut as that.
(sorry, ranting))
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(If he was unconscious, he would probably be looking like what he really looked like. You can't really sustain a disguise like that without thinking it, because it energy-drains, and when you're unconscious, your body sort of shuts down a bit and doesn't keep programs running in the background.
Unless he was really, really good at it. If a disguise is so familiar to you it feels natural, then it'll stay and won't hurt.
I should probably be posting all this on the email. Hmm.)
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[hugs]
(This boy on the bus was telling me, once, about how he got dared to go up to someone and pretend he thought they were will.i.am, and he did it, and he was like freaking out and asking for their autograph and all that.
And in Linger by Maggie Stiefvater . . . Cole's a famous rock star, and these ten-year-olds came up to him in a café because they recognised him and they were totally freaking out.
And Hunter's that famous and more, but in a negative way.
*nods*
My friend - oh my gosh - she was in this playground with her friend and there were these year sevens and she told them she was Miranda, and after a while they actually believed her, and were asking how she came up with ideas for the show and that . . . XD
It sounds rather incredible. :P
And obviously, she went "I'm Miranda", and if I went up and said "I'm Holly Taylor", it would just be a bit stupid, because I'm just nobody. But Miranda's famous, and being Miranda is kind of a big thing.
"I'm Hunter" has more of an effect than "I'm Miranda".
But if you convinced someone you were Hunter, they would probably be rather afraid of you.
And then maybe try to kill you.
Or run away.
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(Sorry! I'm just thinking of all these points now. :/)
How are you? :)
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Tired.... And my elbow really, really hurts.
@Lantern: That sucks. D: Why is it hurting?
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"What I said was true, John. I don't have friends. I only have one."
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Sherlock . . .
Heh. In French today we were given a high-level sentence in English, and then we had it underneath in French with the letters jumbled up, and we had to unjumble them and write it in our mini whiteboards, and one of the sentences was "My sister loves Sherlock but it is not appealing to me."
You could hear the fangirls in the room appreciating the mention of Sherlock there. :P
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Because it's really badly bruised... The bruises look sort of like a fermata. Hm...
@Lantern: Oh. :/
Well, bruises don't tend to stick around for ages and ages, so they'll be gone before you know it. :)
Elbow, though. Irritating place. Your elbows lean/bang against a lot of things in your daily life. :/
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New edit on my blog yaaayyy
Second Tich edit I've ever made actually hmm
Yeah... The swelling's gone down at least.
@Mara: Yay! :)
@Lantern: That's good. :)
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DAMN Mara that edit is awesome. O_O
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*hugs Star* Thanks:')
*hugs Fabi*
Today has been extremely quiet. It really has. I am here all night we don't have choir O.O well actually its cuz the director is sick but it ended up okay cuz its a long day usually and its cold like extrwmely cold. So yay for staying warm
Oh we have a delay tomorrow! Yay! I can go to bed later again. *has never slept this long in a school week* Wow. This is funny, half day Tuesday no school Wendesday and a delay Thursday and Friday. Heh. Ths is a nice week.
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