Death Growl

I'm an angry horse right now.

I feel like kicking stuff.
Breaking things.

Break stuff.
Bwahrgh. inside joke.


I'm so mad at a certain person.
No fingers pointed that middle one sure feels itchy though >:(


But I'm angry.
I was to go out, listen to something horrible like Clown by Korn, and throw bombs at things, buy a nice, shiny car and rip it apart with my bare hands.

Man, if I were a vampire they'd be in trouble.
Or a clown.
Which I will be once I go crazy.
They won't know what hit them.

You know, this always happens.
People just think I'm there for them, and they walk on me like hot blacktop.
Like heat-ridden tar. And they stop on me, and find pleasure in squishing me with their shoe, and twisting me around the treads of their prissy sneaker, and leaving a mark. And they keep doing it. And keep poking me, because it's not like I'll feel it.

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GWAAAAHHHH.

*seethe*

I am not physical.

Which is why I have already wished upon them a thousand hurts.
That people will treat them thousands on times worse.
What do other people have better than me?
Dangit.
I'm pretty, I'm talented, I'm smart, I'm myself.
I'm myself.
Myself.
I hate them all because they don't like myself.
Well.

Then they will have to let go then. Wish they knew what they were missing out on.

Losers.
so many people like that.


The world is full of them.
Ants.
I want to take my converse, my pretty pretty grey shabby converse, and crunch their little ant faces, break their spines and make them stuck on my shoe so I can step on them over and over and over.



GOODNIGHT.

/end rant

jellyfish STINGS when she's mad.
poison. you just got some.
have fun dying.
lalalalala

What a Morning

Ah.
Cicadas screaming outside, the sun shining on cars, the sky a cloudless blue...
Mornings. Froot Loops, pancakes, blueberry everything, eyeliner, chocolate milk, quietness...

Love it all.

But this VERY brief post (I will try to post again later) is about my book.

GUESS WHAT? I reached 200 pages (last night, but I wrote another several). I also reached 40,000 words (last night, and I wrote another thousand).
I'm SO happy.
and now I only have two characters to handle at once. It's an odd sense of freedom.
I killed most of the characters, and sent many others home.
I totally successfully isolated two of my favorites. I have all the next chapter stuck in my head.
I know for sure there will be at least 13 chapters, as I know ten. There's two after the one I'm writing, and one I didn't put in the middle yet.
I really need to tie up loose ends in the middle of my book.
It's gotten so long 8D I'm so happy.
I used to worry about that. But now I have too much book in my head to fit. I'll probably have 500 pages when I'm done.
I need to put in the rest of camp, when the main character goes home, when she comes back, the war thing, fun before the road trip, the scene before they get caught by slayers, and the stuff that happens after what I'm writing all the way until they have kids o.o
Intense.
It will be the most epic prologue.

anyways, congratulate me, I've been working on it since I was twelve.

WHOOOOOOOOOO

Those are the most delicious statistics.

BYEBYENOW BWAAHAHA

Clowns

I just had to make another post.
I know.
Outrageous.

But I forgot to say everything about the most awesome sleepover activity ever.
Didn't I say before that I LOVE costumes and hats and masks and all that fun stuff?
Well, so does my friend Stacy.
she came over for a sleepover recently, and our little custom is to dress up very weirdly in huge weird costumes, and walk through my neighborhood to the Mc Donalds nearby.

I was a clown.
IT WAS AWESOME!!! (by the way if you ever come across a Korn song named Clown, please DON'T listen to it. Really.)
First, I put my hair into a ponytail and pulled the whole huge bunch of hair over an ear. I wrapped it flatly over the top of my head to my other ear, applying clips in many places to to keep it still.
It looked really stupid.
But I did manage to fit my clown wig over ALL my hair (and it was a miracle to have "short hair" for once in my life).
Then I went into the bathroom and did the makeup. I made a smiley red mouth, as clowns do, and lines it with liquid eyeliner. I put a ton of mascara on, and made blue points around my eyes like a triangle, on each, with eye shadow and outlined it again with the eyeliner. I colored a red circle on my nose and outlined that too. Then i miraculously found some white eye liner somewhere, and did the rest of my face with it. Then I lathered my lips with really sticky lipstick, and over a garbage can I doused my lips with glitter. It stuck on perfectly to my lips. The only problem was I kept swallowing it and hacking it up later.
I looked incredible.
I completed the outfit with an 80s leather jacket, with huge shoulder pads, a tight waist that stopped under my ribcage, complete with chains. The matching skinny leather skirt was tiny and also ended up under my ribcage (the style of that outfit is lovely). I put a ton of chains on my neck, an outrageous blue scarf. and a long flowing Wonder Woman cape.
My friend Stacy was even better.
Dressed in a shiny gold skirt, t-shirt that said 'LA LA LAND'on it, spidery cape, plastic crown and gold veil-type-thing, Stacy totally made herself look scary and like an undead gypsy. She had blacked out eyes, awesome eyelashes, stitches on her neck and mouth...the two of us were amazing.

And then we took a to of pictures. I have to show them to you when I get them up.
They are hilarious.
Of course after that, we went to Mc Donalds.
After being seen by the public world, we have concluded that:
Children gape because they don't believe what is happening or they're scared (kay, we were pretty scary).
Girls totally ignore us, because they are either jealous or scared >:D
And boys totally pay attention to us.
We're pitiful attention seekers with imaginations.
This always happens. This might sound corny, but I love attention from boys when I'm wearing a clown outfit.

It rocked.


As I always like to conclude my posts with a lengthy fact-type-thing, I want to tell the world how a teenaged sister and a baby brother are alike, aka the similarities between me and my little toddler brother Quinny.
We both love soda.
We both love rock music.
We both dance and rock out to metal.
We both like to wear hats.
We both have long long eyelashes.
We both love the color blue.
We both talk too much.
We both love being around people.
We both love to draw.
We both would rather be outside than inside.

I'm sure there are more. I love him so much :D
They way I love him probably makes people think I'm his mother, especially since I'm 14 years older than him.
But whatever.

RANT MODE, ACTIVATE!
Because I'm very very angry about a few personal things, and because swinging on the swing is way too difficult because it's painful in my old jean shorts when it's so sweaty, and my hair sticks to everything since I'm sweaty and my hair is uncomfortably pulled back, and because the music mix song that was going to be the best parts of all the songs I love combined that I wanted to do all summer didn't work out because iTunes won't let you have the files you bought in mp3 format without having to rip it and save it as its own album on your computer...I'm going to fuel energy into my book.

I got a few minutes in on the swings, and I am getting way too far ahead of myself in my story.
I keep having to get into new chapters because my brain thinks faster than I can write.
I sorta wanna swear at someone I hate right now.
There are very few people I hate.
but being angry is the best mood for the story.
You can feel it in your fingers and in your teeth and eyes and back and soul.

#$@&!
can't....stop.....talking...about stuff...
gwaaaapphhbbhttggsssspoppppprrrrruuuuubbbbbbrrrrgggggggg

Froot Loops and Humidity

An odd mixture, may I say the least.

I love Froot Loops,and they go great with buttered blueberry bagels 8D
The heat outside is intense ._.
I'd be flailing with happiness over having a pool, but I can't even swim in it today :C for my own personal reasons, lol
I will probably spend all my outside time today chasing a baby who does care that being on blacktop makes a teenaged girl with horse hair very very sweaty.
He doesn't mind. At all. I've never seen a sweatier baby, but he just demands to be out there.

Anyways, yesterday I went to the dentist. it wasn't as bad as I thought, but I thought it was going to be pretty bad considering I'm scared of how painful it usually is.
I have had so much work done on my mouth in my life it's not even funny.
I can't even remember a time when I didn't have a brace or retainer in there.
I think it's the beginning of the end, having braces and such.

The thing I'm most excited about it my book.
I'm at page 189 now, soon I'll be celebrating my 200th page 8D
It's not about the length of the book, I know, but that's a great accomplishment to me.
even though I changed the page sizes and spacing and settings wildly to make it very realistically book-like.
I made things not so huge. It's like a real book.
And in case you didn't know about it (which people probably don't because I really don't like people reading it before I'm finished) it's a slightly comedic horror novel where you seethe world from the bad guy's view. It's not a really evil versus good type scenario, just vampires  versus humans. Which is pretty much evil versus good I know, but you'd have to read it to get it.
Of course I get even with everything at them end, bwahahaha. I wish that all the parts I've already thought through in my mind, dialogue and all, got recorded just as I thought it into my computer. my best ideas for the book come when I'm outside or far away from it. It's sad really.
I love how in depth all my characters are. They might be rather savage, but the're all lovable.
No one I have ever known who I've given the book to read (my safe PDF document through email of course) has ever finished it. That's mostly because it even takes me three hours to read it, and I WROTE it.
It'd probably take others at least three and a half hours to read the whole thing unless they read real fast. The pages might be smaller but that doesn't necessarily make the book any shorter ;)

But enough on that.

Because again I'm bored, and I'll probably have to watch the sweaty little child (outside of course), probably have to push him on the swings forever and stuff, but I have decided to tell people of my oddest weaknesses.
I have no idea why.
I won't eat any food that has been dropped or half-eaten by someone else
I will however, share a soda with someone else C:
I wash my hands twice after I do something.
I freak out if someone touches my face. I hate that.
If it's not well done, or if I see a bit of pink in it i will feel very weird about eating it. I like things thoroughly done.
Something about monkeys and teddibears makes me feel sick inside. I can't stand them.
I particularly loathe overrated icons, even in cartoons like Pikachu. I HATE pikachu.
I hate the word 'craft-kit'.
Something about overly-'teenaged' girls (especially if they're twelve) with the too much makeup and the severe ponytail and the lazy outfit and the cell phones and texting and stuff makes me feel ill as well.
I'm scared of trains.
I'm too self-conscious for my own good.
I'm way too shy when I meet new people, and I get scared I'll be rejected (as it has happened way too many times)
I'm scared of stomach flu or any germs close to it.
I never wear shoes when I'm at my house, making woodchips a problem.
Old, bruised or wrinkly vegetables or fruit I am very reluctant to eat.
I hate it when they mix romance and horror. Horror movies should all be like The Shining.
I hate romance in general. I don't really care about someone else's perfect love life.
I dislike weird guys who wear their pants below where their pants are supposed to be.
I hate bikinis. I think being in a one piece is revealing enough.
I am too modest with myself (not a bad thing but I complain about swimming suits xD)
I'm too scared to sing stuff D:
I truly think cicadas are really freaky.
I never liked books, though there are a few exceptions ^^
I feel sick after watching more than two movies in a row.
I hate popcorn, all nuts, coconut anything, most cherry candy, strawberry milk, coke because it tastes weird compared to Dr. pepper and pepsi,and pineapple.

I may seem pretty awesome totally humble there aren't I but as you can see, I have many, many faults myself.
I suppose this post is just a reminder that no matter who you think is better, or who you're jealous of, or even if you think that you're better than everyone else, that no one ever will be perfect (no human at least).
I'm definitely not.
Especially my weirdness over germs.
Yikes, that gets REALLY bad in flu season.


Enough with that though. I can't believe how long I can just talk to myself about stuff. Seems pointless really xD


"After twenty seconds of ear-splitting drum-beats, Gary motioned him to stop." totally stolen from my own book, goodnight!

*insert the Joker's cackle right here*
HA HA HA HA HA

I taste coffee in my nose

The caramel creamer aroma is lingering in my nose like rootbeer @__@

So anyways, today was a nice, quiet day. My mom made tons of treats, I love it when she's in that mood, and I can still smell the chocolate I the air (still mixed with caramel iced coffee, of course).

I haven't been on is a while, outside of last night, and I regret to say that I forgot all the things I was supposed to sum up.
I did have a fantastic fourth of july (though a few things I don't want to get into really worsened since then apparently) and I finished that drab driver's ed. I've been driving for quite awhile and I can't find it in myself to mark down my times. I really need to get to that, right after this would be perfect but I know I'm going to be too lazy then.

Because /you all love me and think I'm such an amazing person/ not  and because I'm quite bored at the moment waiting for it to be night so I can swing on my swings and come inside after a long while and watch Third Rock From The Sun, I'm going to tell you some things about me that are weird.
These are all weird little secrets about me in case you really felt like knowing.

For one, my bed absolutely has to be centered between my two dresser things.
I have to take one shower a day at least. I'd MUCH rather take two. Two showers a day would be great.
I love the dark, but my whole room is like, coated in lights.
Emo/scene people interest me...I like their hair/eyes/style (though I'd never do that myself).
I haven't used my upstairs bathroom toilet since October of last year, I just don't like it very much. I won't even use it in a pinch like late at night.
I have a weakness for jellyfish, costumes/masks, long or interesting necklaces, lanterns, screen tees, robots, eyes, dinosaurs, and pin-back buttons.
I wrote/am writing a book I started when I was twelve. It's mainly fueled by my music and my love for horror movies.
I randomly shade pictures because it's fun.
I never save my candy. If it's not halloween candy, I eat it all as soon as I can.
I'm talented at video games and used to be a total nerd.
I've never kept a diary, instead I use my friend Stacy for that.
My biggest educational downfall is knowing where I'm going/geographic stuff. I can read a map but that's it.
Halloween is my favorite holiday because it mixed awesome decorating, horror movies, costumes, acting scary, and candy into a nighttime bash. All of which are my favorites.
I collected Littlest Pet Shop pets avidly for many years.
I have several hundred dollars worth of old dolls.
I love parties so much.
Salsa and chips, pickles, chocolate ice cream, soda (particularly diet sierra mist and diet pepsi), Subway, burritos, candy (particularly sweet tarts, kitkats, 3 musketeers, and frooties), cereal (particularly frosted flakes and cocoa krispies), v8 diet berry blend splash juice, and green peppers are my favorite all time foods.
I tend to write humorously rather than descriptively. I'm not inspirational or neat with it at all, but if you read my book you'd think it was more humorous than scary (though it does have it's scary and depressing moments like the part where most of them die).
I take huge long breaks during my writing, which sucks because the middle of my book was from a year ago, the end of it from a few months ago, and the beginning from several years ago, so that every time I edit it, I have to re-write the beginning.
Ibuprofen makes me throw up.
I don't get sick on rides, ever.
I hate pineapple.
I have many seasons in my room; easter lights, valentines lights, christmas lights, halloween skulls, new years garlands and more.
I tidy the outside and never the inside.
Some of my best life moments have taken place in a Mc Donalds.
Random facts intrigue me, and after looking tons up i was actually able to apply some towards school.
I know how to cook, clean, wash clothes,wash dishes, decorate, take care of babies, change diapers, take care of pets, and more, being a homeschooler.
I have over a thousand old Pokemon cards and many games, from a while back.
I like raspberries plain but not in stuff. I like blueberries in stuff but not plain.
I hate reading most of the time, though I do rave over a few books; Harry Potter, the Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, and Groosham Grange.
I spend 80% of my day outside.
during the Christmas season, I use my Christmas playlist in my room almost every day.
I have emetophobia.
I hate winter and wish that January, February, and march didn't exist.
I hate having a birthday in February.
I love drawing and writing.
Oddly enough, I wish I could skateboard, play guitar like a rock star, and graffiti. But that's never going to happen.
I love to skate.
I find joy in wearing weird costumes in public.
I have a horribly unnatural addiction to crane machines and I waste many dollars trying to win (which I do, but after may wasted efforts).
I collect collectible spoons.
I have several dozen pushpins in my wall.
I don't use a jewelry box, I hang my necklaces and stuff on my walls, on pins.
I never use earrings. After I lost my favorite pair of blue star-shaped studs in the waves of Hawaii, I put in my favorite gold hoops and haven't taken the out since.
I have slept with my two ratty stuffed animals since close to the day I was born....every single night. They've been everywhere I have been (staying the night, at least). They've even been to Hawaii, and Mexico, and have been to my camps Hocker and Tuck.
I love taking pictures (but I have no camera, I need to get one).

That's not all, but I can tell you're kinda bored xD
I might fix this later. Or delete it. I don't know.
I hope you liked it, and I'd like to hear yours.

Boing.

:)

Hi,

Rhiannon is awesome.

Love,

A Loser.