A TAAAG

SO BASICALLY (I use that word too much methinks...)  I AM TERRIBLE AT POSTING. 

Does this mean I will give up? EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE SARCASM QUEEN. 
SO, NO.
 I GIVE UP NOTHING!

Does it mean I might be late and always steal tags and will rant about how terrible I am at blogging for a million and 3 years?? 

EXCUSE YOU AND YES.

But with that being said, I can move on and THANK RAE FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART FOR TAGGING ME! SHE IS SUCH A DARLING AND IF YOU DONT GO FOLLOW HER BLOG I WILL SET MY DRAGONS ON YOU. 

HERE IS LINK, CLEVERLY HIDDEN IN BLUE WRITING IN CASE YOU WANT TO BE SHERLOCK AND FIND IT WITH COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF BRAIN POWER AND NON-EXSISTANT OBSERVATIONAL SKILLS. 

Ahem.

Ladies and Gentlemen... I give you-

Me: a break from your ceaseless chatter. Honestly, child, give it a rest!!

Myself: that reminds me of a joke I happened to find in my head.

Why did the chicken not want to climb a tree?

I: wait, you're telling chicken jokes now???? Since when?!?!

Me: *pounds head repeatedly on wall*

Myself: um no, and no. Two reasons actually. One, because chickens CANT climb trees and Two because the squirrels were teasing it! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!

OH ARENT I SUCH GENIUS?!?!?!

*crickets*

Yeeaaahh maybe need to work on jokes, Myself....

Myself: but I-

ON TO THE TAG!!!

(There are rules for this one too. Ridiculous humans. I'm the queen!! I am alergic to rules! See?? I just sneezed.)

#1… Hide a link cleverly in the page in blue words so that no one can tell its there except Sherlock Holmes.

      CHECK!

#2… List four fictional characters from anywhere in space and time and tell your followers and a few complete strangers why you relate to them. You may use pictures if you want to die.

Haha jk...

Mostly.

#3… Tag some people!! If you have lazers or esspecially wicked sword moves feel free to keep them to yourself. 

Also you could tell the people who you tagged, but that's also kind of boring. Let them be Sherlock. 

(You may have noticed I changed the words around to suit me, but as long as you thank the person who tagged you, do the tag, and tag more people YOU SHOULD BE GOOD)

HERE ARE THE CHARACTERS THAT ARE BASICALLY MY SOULMATES EXCEPT THEY JUST REFUSE TO BE REAL, DARN THEM. 

To Note: I couldn't download pictures to use because of faulty internet. 
That is all. 

#1… 

Emmet
         from the Lego Movie

Now, I know I know!! I mention the Lego Movie all the time!! But it really is the best movie of ever, so let me talk.

Emmet isn't all that smart. He's quirky, overly normal, and weird. He's silly and has dumb ideas but ends up savin the world because of that. 

I'm not especially smart.

I make suuuper dumb jokes (am not ashamed of this)

I'm definitely NOT normal, but whatever.

And... I dunno I just relate to Emmet a lot!

#2… 

Mary
     from the Wollstonecraft Detective Agency series. 

Mary is sweet, caring, and patient. While I lack patience I try to be sweet and caring and Mary just feels like me. 

I love her to death.

#3…

Mr. Fredrickson.
                  from Up

I am him when I'm grumpy. Need we say more?

#4…

Sophie 
         from Howl's Moving Castle

Sophie is boring as a girl, but as an old woman she is spunky, hilarious, sarcastic, stubborn, curious, and frankly wonderful.

This one is more of a wish- if I could be like Sophie it would be spectacular- but i do relate to her in her snark and her love of Howl. (still not ashamed)


Well that was super fun!!! And I stage everyone who reads this!!! If you don't/can't do the tag on your blog, then do it in the comments!! Don't worry about the rules, JUST TELL ME A FEW CHARACTERS YOU ARE SIMILAR TOO!! 
OR YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS.
OR YOUR LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTERS.
OR DON'T MENTION CHARACTERS AT ALL.
Basically WHATEBER you want. 
;P

Knock yourselves out. 

Namaarie Mellonamin!!

~E

Entry 2

4/13/17

Entry 2

This morning begins the Triduim (the three days before Easter).

I did some school which was about as interesting as a slimy piece of cheese.

I was going down from my school area in the library, when I can acrossed everyone going to the truck.

Then I learned that we were going to some kind of “thing at the church where they sell stuff, kind of like the bazaar we used to go to. Actually, it probably is a bazaar.”

Okay. Thanks for the warning.

The bazaar was small in a covered area. There were benches that looked like they used to be pews- they had definitely seen better days- and a few tables. Men and women sat on chairs behind them with various plants, fruits, or live produce on the table and tied to the table legs, respectively.

There were ducks of raven hue with red eyes and disarrayed feathers.

There were chickens pecking the ground in search of…

probably slimy cheese.

There were cacti, and little potted (more like plasticed) trees.

There were even styrofoam cups with a rice pudding type thing. It was quite good.

There were cinnamon pieces in it, and after offering a slimy piece from my mouth to Rebekah,

(she declined, strangely enough).

And was told by Peter that chewing cinnamon burns fat.

I laughed.

“Oh I should have ate mine.” Rebekah said. I laughed again, remarking

“It would burn away your bones!”

(Note: Rebekah is as thin as a stick)

Peter said, “the day you can lose any weight will be a…” I could not hear what else he said.

I'm sure it was hilarity itself.

Momentarily, Isaac came over to us clutching a tan and white rabbit in his dirty hands.

“Guys I got a rabbit!” He exclaimed.

We all expressed appreciation for this fine specimen of…

Er, rabbit.

It is extremely small, and rather cute, and we settled on the name Cyrano (yes, De Bergerac).

Isaac was quite protective, reaching for his bunny again and again when anyone else was holding it.

Rachel came back with a hen of similar hue to the rabbit. It was quite calm in her hands.

(Note: she's a chicken whisperer. No doubt)

We got up to leave shortly, and

“Dad, I got a rabbit!” Isaac exclaimed. Dad said,

“I know, I was the one who said you could buy it.”

“Oh.”

On the way out, a man tried to tease Isaac into either selling him the rabbit, or buying his chicken from him.

“No!” Isaac exclaimed.

(Note: he does a lot of exclaiming)

We all laughed.

The trip was pleasant in the back of the truck. The wind whipped my hair, and the dust got in my eyes.

Heaven.

Then we got home, and Isaac exclaimed

“Douglas!”

Douglas exclaimed back in Spanish.

Then a box was transformed, quite magically, into a house for Cyrano- who, according to Douglas, is actually female.

Woops.

So Isaac exclaimed her name to be “Sarah!” quite unoriginally.

I persuaded him to choose a better name.

Diana was settled on at long last, keeping with our Roman or Greek names for animals.

Or, “Die-Anna” as Meg comically refers to her.

I bunnysat her for a bit while the others galavanted about.

“I did not clip that chicken’s wings enough.” Peter announced when the black hen escaped.

It was found in a trashpile.

“It's just like General Grievous! Escape, escape, escape.” Rachel says ruefully.

Isaac rushes in, asking (in exclamation) if Diana has escaped, or eaten anything.

Now I'm off to do math (the bane of my existence) and then draw.

Adieu.

Later..

“That is the cutest thing I ever saw!!” Isaac has just exclaimed. “She was- she did like- she was scratching her face like this!”

He scratches his face in a not-the-cutest-thing-i’ve-ever-seen way. “Diana

scratched her face.”

PictioPromthing Strikes Yet Again...

Here it is folks! I thiiink the post said only like 500 words and this is 600 something, BUT WHATEVER. IF I HAD MY TRUSTY PITHFORK MAYBE I WOULD ABIDE BY RULES. AS IT IS, I DON'T SO, YEAH. WHATEBER*  
Go to the link that I shall put in here someday and FOLLOW Kenzie and COMMENT on aaall her posts and PARTICIPATE IN THIS OR I WILL KILL YOU AMD FEED YOU TO THE DRAGONETS. (They just hatched today and gah! So adorable!!) 

THE LINK.


*I also refuse to spell correctly

You know you fail at decorating when you decorate your baby sister’s cake to look like a chicken- and she screams in fright when she sees it.

Or actually you know that your best friend sucks at decorating when he decorates your baby sister’s cake to look like a creepy chicken.

“Dude! What the heck??” I yell. He opens his mouth in a fake smile. Like Santa in Santa Clause 2.

I cross my arms and tap my foot on the floor.

“You freaked her out!” I accuse.

“Woops!” he defends.

“And they all think it's my fault!”

“Um isn't it? I mean, jeez Dani, you did leave it with me.” He points out and licks yellow frosting off his finger.

I march up to him with my arm poised to punch him and he cowers.

“I'm sorry! Gawsh!” I hold my fist inches from his ear.

“You better be.” I growl. Then I glance at the cake sitting on the counter again and grimace.

“Dude this is horrific.”

“I know.” He says, quite unrepentantly.

“It's not my birthday!”

“I said woops! For a girl, you’re not very sweet and forgiving.”

“Whoever said girls were sweet and forgiving was an id-” I pick the gooey candy eye up and stare at it, then throw him an accusatory glare.

“Where’d you get this?” I ask quietly.

“Weell…” He looks at some frosting at the ceiling.

“You didn't.” I whisper.

“Weell…” He says again.

“You are so dead.” I slam my fist down and he jumps.

“I know.” He sighs.

“Run.” I growl.

He scrambles down from the countertop and runs out the back door. I pop the eye in my mouth, savouring its sour taste and gummy texture.

I'm gonna kill him.

I burst out the door in time to see him running down the street and around a corner.

But I'm taller and faster than him. In a matter of seconds I run up behind him and grab the back of his shirt.

“I’m sorry!” He yelps just as I throw a punch.

“Those were my special eyes, jerkface!”

He sidesteps my kick and throws a punch of his own. I block his fist and headbutt him. Pain explodes in my forehead but I stay level.

He blinks a few times and shakes his head to clear the stars he do doubt sees.

“How many did you use?”

“Only two!”

“And you didn’t eat any?”

“Dani, just drop it! Please? I said I’m-”

A siren cuts him off, and police siren. We both whirl toward it and then break into a run.

When we reach the place the car is parked I gasp and grab Jerard’s hand.

Nat, my older brother is being walked out of my house.

“Nat!” I yell and run forward. He doesn’t look up. His hands are cuffed.

The policeman stuffs Nat’s lengthy frame into the car. I run up and pound on the windows.

“Nat! What’s going on?” I scream. The policeman puts a hand on my shoulder but I shake it off and back away. “What are you doing to my brother?!”

“I have a warrant for your brothers arrest.” The man calmly says. I clench my fists to keep from breaking the windows.

“What did he do?” I demand.

The man ignores me and gets in the car. “What did he do?” I scream after them. “Nat!”

Jerard touches my arm.

“Let's go inside.” He says. I glare at him, and he turns to go.

I want to run after him and apologize but I'm too angry. I run up the steps and slam the front door open. I storm into the living room and throw a vase on the floor. Dad, Rache and Oliver look up at me with grim expressions.

“Who was it?” I growl. “Who told on us?”

I'M SORRY OKAY???????

What can I say, guys?
Well, I could say
           IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!!
or
           I'M THE QUEEN OF ALL, GET THAT PITCHFORK OUT OF MY FACE, YOU LITTLE SKUG!!!

or even
          I HAVE A LEGITIMATE EXCUSE THIS TIME!!!!

who knows, maybe even
          sorry...

           NAH!!

What I'm actually going to say is this:
           WHAT HAPPENED WAS     I was busy being perfect, gorgeous, and on top of that just plain awesome (actually, when it comes to yours truly, THERE IS NO PLAIN. NOT EVEN PLAIN YOGURT. I prefer it with vanilla, cinnamon, and honey) when my phone said
"OH MY GOSH, TOP STEP!!! I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!!!"
And then: WAAHAAM!!
And then: C R A A A A A C K ! ! !
And then I went: "What-the-stinking-rotten-are-you-kidding-me?? Dagnab-it-all-to-smithereens-dad-is-going-to-kill-me."

(By the way, I am actually here, this is not my ghost. The parentals were awesomely understanding and forgiving)

After this occurred, it went even more downhill.
And we talking down down hill.
Like down as in Jack and Jill kicked the bucket downhill, and Westley missed Buttercup when they were playing leapfrog and fell off a cliff* and even more downhill than no ice cream on a Saturday. Or any day for that matter.

*you know? AAAASSSS YOOOOUUUU WIIIISSHH!!!!!!!!  THAT time

I got a new phone after quite a bit, and I was getting used to the cracks! They were big, but not impossible to navigate.
So yeah, I got a new phone. It was great.
Except the layout was COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. And didn't come with the apps I could have wished*
ALSO, the data just.... Hates me? I don't know, maybe the ghosts of all my dearly departed characters came back to wreak vengeance on my malicious soul????
(DANG IT PETE, DON'T CALL IT A RENAISSANCE FAIR)
But really.
I DON'T KNOW.
Hopefully it will be fixed soon.
But its annoying, sis. Really annoying.

*AN IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE! It came with a video maker app and a recording app and BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR SOMETHING AWESOME HUMANS, ITS COMING.

So yeah. Apology accepted, Chuck ol' boy?
GOODIE GOODIE GUMDROPS BECAUSE NOW I CAN QUIT WITH MY SAD ACT.
It's utterly exhausting.

Now, I know I sounded really hopeful earlier (okay like two seconds ago for you. Whatever) but the video app is acrin up and I'm really really annoyed right now because its nOT WOrkING!!!!!!

So basically I'm going to ignore you and me and everything until further notice.
Oh, except I am going to try to do an Adventure entry post every Friday so you all don't die.
OKAY? OKAY.
BYE.

Cookies Anyone????

I made some cookies the other day and that was fun and awesome and cool.

This one is a bit blurry, but Meg's ADORABLE so we're good.

Some of these are a little squished, sorry about that. Or maybe it's just the mobile version's view???

Aaand that's all I got.

Since it's a new month, HERE are my goals:

• Post on time
• Post The Call
• Edit Hanifail and Ceinder
• Finish the Jackie and Joe book
• Finish reading Consoling the Heart of Jesus
• Send in application to Keiser University
• Start QH
• Reach 30 followers (!!!!)
• Figure out how to do a cartwheel
• Get to chapter 4 in math
• Finish catechism book
• Journal/Adventure Entry every day

Then to finish with a bang, here's a snippet from a story I've already finished but am dreading going through and actually editing.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, a little rougher than I meant to. He makes a pouty face

“Aw, can’t your sidekick visit you without you getting all riled up? I’m bored! What are you doing?” I contemplate letting him in.

“How do you know where I live anyway?”

A sly smile spreads across his face.

“I have my ways.” He says airily.

“You're such a creep.” I say and slam the door in his face.

Then I soften and open the door. It would be nice to have a friend. Maybe the reason I'm so alone is because I push everyone away.

“You can come in for a while, but not long.” I tell him, standing aside. He bounds in, and plops on the couch.

“Your house is cool!” he announces. “Woah! Are those puzzles on the wall?” I patiently explain. “Awesome!” he says. I text Phillip to see if Jonas can stay. For some reason, I secretly hope he says yes.

“So, what were you doing?”

“I was about to make cookies.” I tell him. Instantly, he is happy and bouncy again.

“Cool! Can I help?” he looks like a little kid.

“Umm…”  I look at my phone. Phillip hasn’t answered.

“Come on, Bea!”

“Don’t call me Bea,” I say automatically, while reading Phillip’s response.

Sure, but he can’t stay for supper

I smile.

Okey dokes!

I look up.

“Sure you can help.” I unhook an apron from the hook in the pantry, and then show him the options.

“We can make snickerdoodles, oatmeal, peanut butter, or butter pecan.” I tell him.

“Can’t we just make chocolate chip? That’s my favorite.”

I shrug.

¨Sure, but only if I can put butterscotch chips in too.¨ I go get the bag, and read the directions. Then I get out all the ingredients and lay them out in the order they go. Then I take the measuring implements and set them next to the right one. I shove the bag of chocolate at Jonas. He takes a handful and pops them in his mouth.

“No!” I say, swatting him and taking the bag. “I meant for you to read the directions! We both need to be on the same page.” I frown at him, and then take a handful for myself.

“Hey!” he complains.

I raise my chin, and one eyebrow.“Well, I’m the boss, and you’re only a sidekick. I can if I want.”

He cracks a smile and lunges at me, tickling me. I shriek and run from him, but he is fast. I fall to the ground, laughing and trying to breathe.

¨Stop! Please!!¨ I gasp out. He obeys. We both sit on the floor of the living room, chuckling and breathing hard. I punch him on the arm, but not hard. I don’t have the energy.

“Don’t you ever tickle me again!” I order him.

He salutes.“Yes ma’am.”

I stand up, and offer him my hand. He takes it, but then I lunge and tickle him. He laughs and tries to tickle me back, but I run out into the yard. He follows closely behind. I am laughing so hard, my sides ache and tears are running down my cheeks. I haven't laughed this much in ages. It feels good. Jonas and I stand face to face, both looking for an opening. I fake a lunge and he sidesteps, but I am quick, I overtake him, and tickle his neck. I push him to his knees, and he huddles up in a ball.

“I give! I give! Please, let’s call a truce!”

I stop, panting.

¨Alright.¨ I offer him my hand, and we shake on it. Then we go back inside, and make cookies. It is so much fun, (though it would have been quicker if I had done it myself) and the cookie dough tastes delicious. I make two dozen, and then put the rest into two bags. I give one to Jonas.

¨Freeze that when you get home,¨ I instruct him. ¨Then you can eat it whenever you want. It´s so good.¨

¨Isn't it bad to eat raw cookie dough?” he asks.

I shrug, “I think so, but it’s never bothered me.” I look him up and down. “But you, on the other hand, might have a weak constitution.” I hold out my hand. “You’d better give it back.”

His eyes widen. “On the other other hand, I might have a strong constitution.¨ He hugs the bag to his chest. ¨I´ll never give it up!¨ he says, then we both laugh. The timer goes off, and I get the cookies out. Jonas´ eyes get big and greedy, but I quickly set the pan out of his reach. 

So, whaddya think??

Namaarie Mellonamin!!

~E