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

Random Questions and Facts about MEEE!!!

Kenzie, you are my saving grace. You too, Vanessa.

Because I may or may not have been chowing my fingernails faster than a squirrel eats walnuts-

Myself: DID I HEAR SOMEONE MENTION SQUIRRELS??????? I LOOVE SQUIRRELS!!!!!!! Did I ever tell you what the psychiatrist said to the squirrel???

Me: NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT YOUR MOUTH NOW!!!!!!!!!

I: Please??

NO! NO ONE IS MENTIONING SQUIRRELS. SHUSH!!

Ahem.

I may or my not have been chowing my fingernails to a pulp *glares at Myself* trying to figure out what to write for this post????

Because I'm silly like that.

I have a million draft posts, but they make me cringe so bad you'd think I just bit into a pickled watermelon rind- but no. I was just THINKING about them.

But I read a post with a bunch of questions on Vanessa's blog, and then Kenzie did a post with 19 facts about her adorable self, and I REVIVED.

I ALSO MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE TAKEN ALL THE COOKIES.

JUST SAYIN.

So. Without further ado, I give you-

A Bunch of Facts and Some Answered Questions!

Q. What are you wearing?

Jeans and a purple shirt. I am using a scarf as a belt because I currently don't have one, and the ribbon I (accidentally, on purpose) stole from my cousin is getting washed.

F. I have never broken a single bone. Ever. And I've only been to the hospital when I was a baby. I was having seizures and stuff. I don't really remember it. ;P

Q. What is your favorite show?

Doctor Who, hands down. It's amazing.

F. My first episode was Rose. From season 1. After that I watched a bunch of season 4, season 5, then season 2 and the rest of season 1. After that, season 6 and the rest in order.

My favorite doctor is my first doctor: The ninth, played by Christopher Eccleston.

Q. Something you miss?

My cousins. Reading an actual book (I mean flesh and- er, paper and ink book)

F. I'm an extremely meloncholy person. I actually love anything meloncholy, but especially rain.

Q. Zodiac Sign?

Pisces apparently. Which is Latin for fishes. I don't even really like fish.

Meh! Whatever.

F. I love the constellations. I know very few, but the night sky is magic.

Q. How long does it take you to shower?

I AM VERY PROUD OF THIS. The last time I timed myself (which WAS quite a bit ago) I was four minutes and 26 seconds or around there somewhere.

AND LET ME TELL YOU, WASHING THE LENGTH OF MY HAIR IS NO SMALL UNDERTAKING.

I'm awfully proud of this?? And I can't understand how people can take 10 or more minutes. I get bored.

F. Be thankful for your warm showers, dears. They really are nice. Believe me, I know first hand what taking a freezing cold shower in the chilly morning is like.

Q. What are your fears?

I am scared of falling from heights, but I love climbing trees and flying in airplanes???

I'm also afraid of loving someone and having then not love me as much.

F. I'm going to spend the night on the very top of the Eifel tower.

And don't talk to me about legalities!! I don't want to hear it.

Q. Meaning behind your blog name?

In a biography of L. M. Montgomery that I found in the back of Anne of Ingleside, Montgomery referred to herself as An Indefatigable Little Scribbler. I told myself that if I ever had a blog, that's what I'd name it.

F. (Spoiler Alert!!!) I sobbed my eyes out when Anne's baby died. I was not expecting it, and the pain was so real.

I understand firsthand what her pain was.

Q. Last person you talked to?

My sister Anne. I told her to save her questions for the end of the movie.

F. The movie is Cheaper by the Dozen. I love this movie.

Q. The relationship between you and the last person you texted?

Well the last person I actually texted was my friend Sarah. She is a dear friend who comforted me when I had to give a talk in front of strangers; on Queen Esther from the Bible, and I was scared stiff.

F. The last text I sent was to Movistar so I could get more data.

The last person I talked to on my phone, however, (using Google Hangouts) was Allie.

Q. What is your favorite food?

This is a reeeaaalllyyyy hard question, but I'm thinking for actual food, maybe macaroni and cheese with ground beef. But if we're talking desserts, brownies or cheesecake.

F. I cannot even tell you how many birthdays I have had these exact things. It's awesome.

Q. Place you want to visit

I want to visit New Zealand one day, also Australia and Moscow.

F. Who knows? I may even visit these places as a governess in a few years!!

It's my plan anyway. :)

Q. Favorite piece of jewellery?

I have this necklace from my friend Meredith for my birthday. Granted, I don't have MUCH jewelry (two pairs of clip on earrings and one other necklace) but STILL.

F. The other necklace is from a friend and it is a blue heart made of glass. The clip on earrings are from my sister.

I had a pair from an old family friend that was from 1930, BUT SOMEHOW THEY ARE LOST NOW???!!!?!!??! I AM DEVASTATED.

Q. Last song you sang?

Don't Let this Feeling Fade, by Lindsey Stirling and Rivers Cuomo and Lecrae. I really don't like rapping, but I love the chorus to this song and it keeps getting stuck in my head.

F. Actually, even just rereading this and writing in the facts, that has changed about a million times. I have an ongoing playlist of songs that goes in my mind 24/7. 10005628% chance I will be singing the song at the top of my lungs.

And also 10005629% chance my siblings will be bawling at me to stop.

*injured sniff*

Some people!!

Well that's all I've got to say!! I hope you benefited from my these useless pieces of knowledge!!

Also, I'm going to try, just try mind you, to post more Adventures every Friday!!

That's all. You guys are awesome!! Don't forget to tell me what you really think of my posts, because honestly, I feel like this one is bland??

I'll work out a way to spice it up, don't worry!!

Namaarie Mellonamin!!
~E

Edit: Ugh. Because when I try to get the post done at 7 pm, I accidentally paste the whole thing twice. Good grief! 

Wow! It's Wednesday already?? Did NOT see that coming!! XD

But anyway, for this week's post, the AMAZING Kenzey over at smudged thoughts nominated me for the sunshine something or another award and basically

And so now I have a subject for my post this Wednesday and you poor darlings weren't neglected yet again!!! *cheers and throws cookies all over you*

So here's the rules, because for some reason THERE ARE RULES FIR EVERYTHING???!?!?! Seriously! I mean, what did orange juice even DO???!?! I'm super curious!! Everyone is constantly shaking it, poor thing. (EH? EH? EHH?? SEE WHAT I DID THERE? GOSH I'M HILARIOUS!!)

#1… Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog

This is two rules in the disguise of one, I am DISGUSTED!!

#2… Answer the 11 questions the said person asked you in this here cross examination.

And now we're ANSWERING questions, EW!

#3… Nominate 11 other people, and interrogate THEM in return for the evilness done to you.

Again. Two rules in disguise of one, WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO?!?!?!

#3… List the rules and display the award.

Excuse me, I just did that!! Evil micromanager!! And WHAT THE HECK THEY DID IT AGAIN?!?!!

This is why I'm moving to Cloud Cukoo Land when I retire.

Me: well that will be a while.

Myself: yeah, you don't even have a job!

I: *shrugs* can't deny the facts.

Um HELLO??? Yeahuh I have a job! I am a full-time child and I have a side-job as a sister on weekends. It's exhausting and doesn't even pay very well! I'm quitting in about two years?

18 sounds like a good ol’ ripe age to retire right? I'll be practically ancient.

But enough of this-

ON TO THE QUESTIONS!!!

#1… If you could have one day (24 hours, exactly) to be any fictional character you wanted, which would you pick and WHY?

EXCUSE ME?????? WHAT KIND OF AN EVIL QUESTION IS THAT?!??!?!?!

Pardon me while I ponder this for eternity.

Okay FINE! Since it one of the rules, I'll comply, but I want it written down distinctly that I do not do this by choice!!

You got it down? Good.

I would probably be the Doctor.

I mean, honestly. He has a time machine and two hearts and a jolly fantastic time running around and messing up history. WHY NOT I ASK YOU??

#2… Would you rather be a mime for 24 hours, or speak in nothing but haikus for 42 hours? (answers must reflect what you pick [i.e. ‘I would choose Haiku, because it is easier, than never speaking…’ {GIF’s are allowed and also ENCOURAGED}])

I don't understand how this could be a hard choice!!! HAIKU ALL THE WAY!!!! I love haikus because they are amazing and Apollo also uses them so that's a huge plus. (Please tell me you know what I'm talking about) ALSO I'm a bit of a poetic freak myself so that would be heaven for me. I would get SO good at them!!

Actual footage of my amazing fans.

Or close enough anyway

#3… Chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?
Probably vanilla, just because I prefer a nice calm flavor to dark or peppy.

#4… Would you rather be a dragon or a phoenix?

Dragon. In my vast (shut up, Me) VAST experience with them they tend to be more sarcastic and brilliant. Though phoenix sounds pretty dang cool too...

#5… Ursula gives you an ultimatum: (A) become a mermaid forever (complete with the tail), but be unable to breathe underwater, or (B) stay a human forever and no longer be able to breathe air, but breathe underwater instead. Which do you pick?

First of all, WHO IS THIS URSULA PERSON AND WHY IS SHE GIVING OUT STUFF??? Second, B. I actually really like water and the sea, and I'm pretty positive it's easier to swim with legs in water than it is to flop with a tail on land. Although, I would be quite a spectacle as a mermaid and be famous and carried around on a couch probably. ...

I still say B.

#6… Describe to me your favorite color, without using the color’s name… (this is not a question, but I CARE NOT!)

THIS IS MAGNIFICENT AND IMAGINATIVE QUESTION!! Okay here goes.

My favorite color is deep like the sky and dark like the dusk. It is full and rich and round. It feels like a warm hug you can never quite reach. It looks like an ocean of tears. It tastes like a meloncholy sigh. It smells like trees in the dark. It sounds like the song of my soul.

#7… You’re given the option of becoming famous overnight, or being a small town-celebrity. Which do you pick, and why? (#deep)

Ugh. Small town celebrity sounds easier on my darling introverted soul.

#8…Would you rather have the Beast or the library?

(Except just Haddock's answer for this part)

WHO WOULD PICK A RICH GONNA-BE-HANDSOME-PROBABLY GROUCH OF A MAN OVER A LIBRARY??????!?!?¡?!?????!?!!!!!!???!??!??! OR ANY PERSON FOR THAT MATTER???? LIBRARIES ARE HEAVEN THEMSELVES.

#9… Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? Or stay locked up in your room all day reading books and writing stories?

First, I'm not a hugemongous fan of Frozen, so thanks for sticking that song in my head!!!! 😠

JK it's fine. (But if you hadn't taken my pitchfork…)

But still, what could be better than reading and writing all day long???

(Spoiler: nothing)

#10…Which falls faster–the chicken or the egg?

Wait what are they falling off of? Why?? Is this the new way of making KFC, because if so, give me a chicken and a chair and dinner's on me! Except not really, because I'm hungry and I'll eat it all.

#11… Middle Earth is at war with Narnia. Which side wins?

Hmmm….. actually, I just want to know why they are fighting!! They are both good worlds and I don't know why they wouldn't get along- BUT to answer the actual question, I feel like Middle Earth has more men and experience, so let's say Middle Earth.

Also, I like Middle Earth better so…

NO, I AM NOT BIASED AT ALL!!

Okay so I nominate

Sweet Sophia @lantern in her hand

Amazing Allie @ the depth of my faith

Amicable Abbiee @ Abbiee music blog

Magnificent May @forever and everly

Aaand because I'm bored of rules DO THIS IF YOU WANT TO AND PRETEND LIKE I WAS AWESOME AND KIND AND TAGGED YOU AND YOU LOVE ME!! DEAL??

Great! Now, at last, moy questcheens.

(Calm down. It's… martian for… my questions… Oh shush)

#1… would you rather only be able to listen to one song for the rest of your life, OR one song on repeat for a week?

#2… if you're had to choose that song, which song would you choose?

#3… a stranger in a brown trenchcoat tells you he is a time traveler and you're going to die in 3 hours, what do you do?

#4… would you rather never be able to read again or never be able to write again?

#5… describe your favorite number in a color. (Sort of stealing Kenzey's… but whatever, I gave her cookies SHE SHOULD BE GRATEFUL)

#6… tell me your favorite word without using that word. So basically the equivalent of it. DON'T YOU DARE GIVE ME A DICTIONARY DEFINITION!!

#7… who are two of your favorite authors? Or, if you don't read much, who are your favorite actors

#8… what is ONE favorite book from each author? Or, what is one movie that each actor plays in.

#9… the main characters from each book/movie get together for a day. What do they do?

#10… who is your favorite sidekick/secondary character (in any movie/book) and why?

#11… if you are a writer, who is the best/favorite character you have ever written? If you are not, who is your fictional role-model?

I know, pretty lame. But DO 'EM ANYWAY!

(In other words, comment with your blogpost links so that I can read your answers!!!)

In conclusion, I recently noticed I have TWENTY-ONE FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!

WHAT EVEN? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN????????? AND IT MADE ME SO EXCITED AND BASICALLY TO GUYS ARE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART FOR FOLLOWING LIL’ OL’ ME!!!!!!!!! CONFETTI CAKE COOKIES AND WAFFLES FOR EEEVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Namaarie Mellonamin

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