WOW

Someone actually commented on my blog. To comment on it, you have to have read it. What I want to know is...WHO???
So, life is, I guess. I had a fantabulous evening after my shit week, so thats good. And tomorrow is Lynn Valley Day. If there's anyone out there who knows what that means, ^5. It's the celebratory festival of late spring in the area of North Vancouver, Canada, where I live. So, basically, I go every year and goof off and eat those addictive little mini doughnuts. So, yeah, fun.
Nothing really deep tonight, just not feeling it. Maybe tomorrow. And whoever made the comment, it was good, so tell who you is, purlease??

Revolution

Revolution-everything goes in a big circle, and nothing changes. You feel like you did something by participating, and maybe thats the whole point- to keep the masses content. I protest, even though i know that it will change nothing, because I'm 15, and 15-year-olds don't have a say in what happens in our lives, because we're too stupid and naive to know anything.

Maximum Ride

Because it brings a smile to my face.

"I once ate 9 Snickers bars in one sitting. Without barfing. That was a record!"

"Hardly a special talent." ter Borcht said witheringly.

Nudge was offended. "Yeah? Let's see you do it."

"I vill now eat 9 Snicker bars," Gazzy said in a perfect, creepy imitation of ter Borcht's voice, "visout bahfing."

Ter borcht wheeled on him as i smothered a giggle. It wasn't funny when Gazzy did a pitch-perfect imitation of me, but it was hilarious when he did it to other people.

"Mimicry," ter Borcht said to his assistant. "write dat down."

walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe.

"Does anysing on you vork properly?"

Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. "well, i have a highly developed sense of irony."

ter Borcht tsked. "You are a liablility to your group. i assume you alvays hold on to someone's shirt, yes? Following dem closely?"

"Only when I'm trying to steal their dessert." Iggy said honestly.

"Write that down," I told his assistant. "He's a notorious dessert stealer."

ter Borcht moved over to fang and stood examining him as if he were a zoo exhibit. Fang looked back at him, and probably only i could see his tension, the fury roiling inside him.

"You don't speak much, do you?" ter Borcht said, circling him slowly.

Fittingly, Fang said nothing.

"Vhy do you let a girl be de leader?" ter Borcht asked, a calculating look in his eye.

"She's the tough one." Fang said.

Dang right, I thought proudly.

"Is dere anysing special about you?" asked ter Borcht. "Anysing vorth saving?"

Fang pretended to think, gazing up at the ceiling. "Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica."

ter Borcht locked his gaze on me. "Vhy haf you trained dem to act stupid dis vay?"

They weren't stupid. they were surviors.

"Why do you still let your mother dress you?" countered snidely.

The assistant busily started writing that down but froze at a look from ter Borcht.

The scientist stepped closer to me, looking down menacingly. "I created you," he said softly. "As de saying goes, I brought you into dis vorld, and I vill take you out of it."

"I vill now destroy de Snickuhs bahrs!" Gazzy barked.

~pg. 139 Maximum Ride Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports

Maximum Ride

Missing Piece

I just got off the phone with my best friend, Lollie. She's in the UK for a month. It's only been five days so far, but I miss her so bad already. This is the longest we've been apart since we were nine and became friends. It's like she's a part of me, and I didn't realize how much I'd miss her until she was gone. I have another 15 days all by myself. It'd be easier if I was at school, with things to distract me. Instead, it's spring break and I'm spending most of my time here in my room, on the computer, writing, or asleep, or outside running. None of these things make time go by any faster. I honestly think these have been the longest five days of my life.

Wicked Awesome

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Knees

15) I am secretly afraid of a lot of things. Its just hard for me to admit that I'm afraid of anything.
I hate showing any sign of weakness. The world has to see me as strong, no matter how I am inside, I can still look like I've got it all together, all figured out, so no one sees how confused and breakable I really am.
16) I don't think anyone will actually ever read this. Thats why I'm writing it. If I thought people would read this, I wouldn't write anything half this personal. But I like the idea of some random person reading it, someone I don't know, and getting a bit of a sense of who I am. For some reason that really appeals to me.