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Thursday, June 16, 2011
House of Blinds; Chapters 1 and part of two by yours truly
So... Here is an excerpt from the house of blinds. A story that is a sequel to a story that i have not written. Well, except for the like the first chapter, but anyways...
House of Blinds
By Mary Connors
Chapter. 1 Back to the beginning
I hate airplanes. I always have and always will. But what I hate most about airplanes are the bathrooms. Yes, I said bathrooms. When I was five years old, my older brother Ryan told me that if you went whilst in the air the toilet would suck you though the plane and you’d free fall in the sky and well, meet the ground. Now I am no longer five, but the thought has still haunted me. And to make matters even more rewarding I am terrified of heights, so to distract myself I drink water. Lots and lots of water. I am a chugging machine; I make camels look like dehydrated horses. So you can probably see how things can go wrong on a 17-hour flight from New York to Mumbai. But unfortunately for me this was the comfortable part, my adventure to come would put any overflowing bladder to shame. Anyway back to the beginning.
The plane ride was hot, and after 16 hours of sitting in the same seat, and downing water with no relief, I was starting to get cranky. But Ryan was most certainly not. In fact he was smirking. At me. And my most distressing discomfort.
“ Ladies and gentlemen if you could please stay seated as we begin descend…” The flight attendant spoke in her sickly sweet robotic voice. I turned up my iPod louder and fidgeted in my seat. This would be the first time back in India since my last trip during summer with my AP world History class. Things had gone… not exactly has planned. A strange old woman had sold us an ancient rug and told us it was magical. We thought she was insane and put a smidge too must kiang pepper in her bowl of noodles, but unexplainable things began to happen by the time we hit US soil. Namely, falling light fixtures, unnaturally large spiders, and crazy men with destructive weapons stalking us. But do not fret, we found out that our school had faulty light fixtures, and two Araneidae had crawled into my friend, Colter’s bag, and well started a beautiful family. We also discovered that the rug was a stolen artifact from the National Museum, New Delhi. The artifact was swiftly returned and only one mystery remained. The men with the guns and scorpion tattoos. So I guess fret a little.
The descent down was bumpy and I twisted and turned unsuccessfully trying to find a comfortable position. No such luck. But my discomfort didn’t have everything to do with my airplane situation. I was seeing my dad. The one I haven’t seen in since that trip I took with Ryan that had instilled the fear of airborne latrines. I mean I talked to him on the phone on father’s day and Christmas, and he paid the child support but he was still a stranger. And I was… nervous. I was nervous about seeing him for all the five minutes we’d probably get with him. He was a big businessman and had an office building near the city of Mumbai and owned stores and outlets all across the city. Country. Continent. World.
He was a busy man and I was… well, afraid that he’d look me over and then send me off to spend the rest of this vaca with a babysitter.
The seat belt light blinked off and I painfully got up, dancing on my feet. We were at the end of the plane and the people ahead were shuffling along, slowly pulling there luggage overhead.
“ Will they please hurry!” I moaned. Ryan finally took pity on my.
“ Look we’re not airborne anymore just go right now. I’ll wait for you.” I didn’t need much encouragement and I raced to the bathroom. And I am happy to report I did not perish. The soap smelled like vanilla and I suddenly felt a pang of longing for my mom who was spending this time working at the local hospital. She had wanted me to come but I felt like a bad person to come to a five star resort while she slaved away at work. I sighed and inspected myself in the mirror. My long brown hair was sticking to my forehead and my travel weary cloths were askew. I nervously straightened my sweatshirt as the butterfly’s roamed free in my stomach causing havoc. Then I allowed the childish thought I had been holding back loose. I hope he likes me.
---------------------------------------------------
“ Sheez, you must have really had to go.” Ryan laughed as I emerged. I glared at him as snatched my bag he carried. We both wasted no time to move down the deserted isle when we were stopped by the flight attendant with the hypnotic voice. She smiled sweetly at us. But something was defiantly off.
“ Ryan? Randy?” She said in her prim little voice. Her red lips where turned upwards revealing her blinding white teeth against her bronze skin. We exchanged glances.
“ Um, yes?” I said uncertainty. She just continued to smile.
“ Your father asked me to wait on the plane with you too until he can come pick you up.”
Now I knew something was defiantly wrong. Dad would never come to an airport he would send one of his chauffer’s. Ryan who had lived with him for most of his 18 years new the same.
“ Thanks but we’re good. We can wait in the airport.” Playing the protective older brother he grabbed my arm and tried to push past the flight attendant. She quickly put her arm against the seat and leaned against the opposite one blocking out path. Her brown eyes narrowed.
“ I don’t think so honey.” Her voice lost that sweet element and before I could blink Ryan was pulling me towards one of the emergency exists and the lady lunged for us. We tried to pick up speed across such a short stretch of floor and we were almost there when she grabbed me sinking her manicured fingertips into my skin and pulled me to the ground. “ Go!” I screamed to Ryan and he looked lost. Suddenly the blue curtain behind him was ripped open and revealed two men dressed in captains uniforms. For a moment I thought we were saved when I noticed how the huge men’s muscles bulged under their tight uniforms. I cried out but they grabbed Ryan as the lady tightened her grip on me. I began to scream and thrash but it was no use. I tried to slam her into the seat but she maneuvered just in time so only her shoulder smacked against the sharp edge. Her navy blue uniform jacket had ripped open and I could see a faint scratch. And a tattoo. A scorpion tattoo. I screamed louder.
The woman clamped a hand on my mouth and I felt something metal and hard being pressed against my head. I stopped struggling and started praying. She looked at my brother who writhing to get free.
“ Stop fighting or she’s dead.” The women no longer had an American accent. It wasn’t Indian or anything I had ever heard before. Her long black hair had come undone and her viselike grip was beginning to ache. Ryan stopped fighting and looked at me desperately as the one of the men removed a white handkerchief from his pocket and held it to Ryan’s face covering his mouth and nose. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body slumped to the floor as the men let go of him. I let out another cry as the man moved towards me with the handkerchief in hand. But just as he came towards me he jerked forward with a confused look on his face and slowly sank to his knees. The lady threw me against the seat and went over to him
“ Aakkar?” The women asked, eyes darting to the other man’s face. Aakkar was now lying face down with what looked like a dart stuck In the back of his neck. The women picked the dart from his neck and held it up in astonishment.
“ Wha-“ A dart came out of nowhere and hit her in the neck and she dropped like a rock. The remaining man looked around, looked at me, and then sprinted to the exit. I sat in utter shock staring at the two attackers lying on top of each other.
I slowly began to regain my senses and looked around for my mysterious savoir but saw no one.
“ Hello,” I called. “ Who’s there?” A man emerged from the curtain opposite of the other two. He looked Indian with an old yellow leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a scraggily beard. I slowly reached down and I picked up the woman’s fallen gun. He held his hand up.
“No need for that. I’m not here to hurt you.” I noticed in one of his hands was a long green reed thing. The darts, I realized.
“ I am so done with ninja’s today!” I cried. The man just eyed my gun with distaste.
“ Put the gun down.”
“ In your dreams, how do I know your not one of them.” He sighed and looked me in the eye.
“ Zeena sent me.” Ok people, quick rewind. Remember the crazy old lady, kiang noodles, magic carpet. Well her name was Zeena. Oh, Top romon. I looked at him stunned.
“Zeena?” I sputtered, “ Carpet Zeena? ” He looked annoyed at the mention of the carpet.
“ Yes, that one. And thanks to you the carpet fell back into the hands of the house of blinds.” He said
“ The what?” I asked. The house of blinds? What’s so wrong with the house of window coverings?
He shook his head. “ A story for another day. Now drop the gun or I drop you. ” I gulped and let it fall to the floor. But unfortunately my brother’s stomach was in the way. Whoops. Kind of.
“ Who are these people?” I asked gesturing to the wanna-be captain-slash-AFL- fighter, “ Why did they attack us? Why do they have scorpion tattoos? Who are you? Why’d you save us?”
I was about to inquire further when the plane made a groaning sound.
“ Quickly they are coming. Bring your brother.” He went over to emergency exit and with a mighty shove wrenched the hatch open. I grabbed my brother’s arms and unceremoniously began to drag him towards the opening. I kept ramming him into seats. On accident. Well, mostly.
“ Can’t we just go out the normal way?” I asked over the roar of wind. I saw the blink of lights on the air pad through the dark night. He shook his head.
“No good. The security in America probably found the real crew and notified police here. If we stay, they will question us and that will lead to big problems.” His Indian accent was thick.
“ So what am I suppose to do?” I asked as I ungracefully dropped my brother’s arms. I could hear shuffling sounds outside the plane. Chandra looked at me with an evil gleam in his eye.
“ We jump”.
Chapt 2. When the monkeys come out to play
Hey, me again. Remember how I mentioned I was terrified of heights. Yah, being attacked didn’t change that. The stranger, Chandra, used the airplane seat cushion to drop my brother down. Yah, eat that in the morning Ryan. Then it was my turn. He had to push me. Still scared of heights.
We quickly crossed the airstrip thankfully unnoticed, Chandra carried Ryan, and we made it to his car. Turns out our Chandra the first class-dart man was a taxi driver. I was too scared to ask how he got enough money being a taxi driver to go first class on an expensive American airline. Ryan woke up once we hit the streets of Mumbai. He groaned next to me. “ I hate airplanes.” He grumbled. Hah.
I quickly filled him in. “ But what about our stuff?” Ryan asked. Oh Ryan, always the material man. The sure son of our father. Chandra glanced back.
“ Motash will get it.” He said like that ended the matter. I glanced at Ryan.
“Motash is one of dad’s chauffers.” He said. A feeling of alarm swept through me.
“Oh no! Dad! I totally forgot. What are we going to tell him?” So much for a good first impression after eleven years.
“ Motash will say you were with him seeing the sights.” Sweet, this Motash guy had us covered. But now it was time to get down to business and ask the real question.
“What’s the house of blinds and why were we attacked? And what has Zeena have to do with any of this?” I asked determined to be answered. We were stuck in a traffic jam so he couldn’t give another ‘ Silence can you not see I drive?’ answer.
“ You and your brother have the mark. Zeena saw it in you when she gave you the carpet. You have been touched by the breath of magic. You have the- ” Okay, seriously, more with the magic thing.
“ Well okay this was fun.” I reached for the door handle ready to jump. This was too much to handle in one day.
“ Wait.” Ryan said pulling me back, “ I’ve heard about this before. The locals talked about those with the touch of magic. It was given to them from the great khan, the she-tiger who breathed life into the jungle.” This was starting to get real jungle bookie. But Chandra smiled.
“ You have heard correct. The night before Zeena read your palm she saw the amulet of magic, the Bahula in the sky.”
“ The what?” Ryan and I asked in sync.
He turned backwards to face us. “ The star. It appears every thousand years when the Naathim wishes to aid the Magicus. You have been chosen to play a role in deciding the fate of the djiinn .”
“ Oh, I see. And then Aladdin rubbed the lamp and little blue genie’s flew out and princess Leia got a haircut.” I said sarcastically.
Chandra looked at me sharply and I glanced at Ryan.
“ Riley stop! I think he’s telling the truth.” The poor boy was totally buying all this Indian vendor could sell.
“ Ha, Right, Yah. Well this has been fun, but this is my stop. Come on Ryan.” This was totally not happening. I mean sure, I get almost being kidnapped, I mean our dad is rich and powerful, but being kidnapped because we’re magical little piglets with an enchanted destiny? Yah, some one’s been hitting the caffeinated beverages a smidge too hard. For the second time tonight I reached for the door to jump out into the busy streets of a strange country. I clasped the door but as I did I felt a jolt go through my fingers, spreading to my toes that flung me into Ryan.
“ What the!” I panted. What the hey was that?! I looked at Ryan who looked just as stunned and then at Chandra. He was holding what looked like a clay staff with a rust colored cobra- Cobra!?- Wrapped around it, hissing at me. It two sharp fangs with purple goo dripping from them. It looked ready to bite.
House of Blinds
By Mary Connors
Chapter. 1 Back to the beginning
I hate airplanes. I always have and always will. But what I hate most about airplanes are the bathrooms. Yes, I said bathrooms. When I was five years old, my older brother Ryan told me that if you went whilst in the air the toilet would suck you though the plane and you’d free fall in the sky and well, meet the ground. Now I am no longer five, but the thought has still haunted me. And to make matters even more rewarding I am terrified of heights, so to distract myself I drink water. Lots and lots of water. I am a chugging machine; I make camels look like dehydrated horses. So you can probably see how things can go wrong on a 17-hour flight from New York to Mumbai. But unfortunately for me this was the comfortable part, my adventure to come would put any overflowing bladder to shame. Anyway back to the beginning.
The plane ride was hot, and after 16 hours of sitting in the same seat, and downing water with no relief, I was starting to get cranky. But Ryan was most certainly not. In fact he was smirking. At me. And my most distressing discomfort.
“ Ladies and gentlemen if you could please stay seated as we begin descend…” The flight attendant spoke in her sickly sweet robotic voice. I turned up my iPod louder and fidgeted in my seat. This would be the first time back in India since my last trip during summer with my AP world History class. Things had gone… not exactly has planned. A strange old woman had sold us an ancient rug and told us it was magical. We thought she was insane and put a smidge too must kiang pepper in her bowl of noodles, but unexplainable things began to happen by the time we hit US soil. Namely, falling light fixtures, unnaturally large spiders, and crazy men with destructive weapons stalking us. But do not fret, we found out that our school had faulty light fixtures, and two Araneidae had crawled into my friend, Colter’s bag, and well started a beautiful family. We also discovered that the rug was a stolen artifact from the National Museum, New Delhi. The artifact was swiftly returned and only one mystery remained. The men with the guns and scorpion tattoos. So I guess fret a little.
The descent down was bumpy and I twisted and turned unsuccessfully trying to find a comfortable position. No such luck. But my discomfort didn’t have everything to do with my airplane situation. I was seeing my dad. The one I haven’t seen in since that trip I took with Ryan that had instilled the fear of airborne latrines. I mean I talked to him on the phone on father’s day and Christmas, and he paid the child support but he was still a stranger. And I was… nervous. I was nervous about seeing him for all the five minutes we’d probably get with him. He was a big businessman and had an office building near the city of Mumbai and owned stores and outlets all across the city. Country. Continent. World.
He was a busy man and I was… well, afraid that he’d look me over and then send me off to spend the rest of this vaca with a babysitter.
The seat belt light blinked off and I painfully got up, dancing on my feet. We were at the end of the plane and the people ahead were shuffling along, slowly pulling there luggage overhead.
“ Will they please hurry!” I moaned. Ryan finally took pity on my.
“ Look we’re not airborne anymore just go right now. I’ll wait for you.” I didn’t need much encouragement and I raced to the bathroom. And I am happy to report I did not perish. The soap smelled like vanilla and I suddenly felt a pang of longing for my mom who was spending this time working at the local hospital. She had wanted me to come but I felt like a bad person to come to a five star resort while she slaved away at work. I sighed and inspected myself in the mirror. My long brown hair was sticking to my forehead and my travel weary cloths were askew. I nervously straightened my sweatshirt as the butterfly’s roamed free in my stomach causing havoc. Then I allowed the childish thought I had been holding back loose. I hope he likes me.
---------------------------------------------------
“ Sheez, you must have really had to go.” Ryan laughed as I emerged. I glared at him as snatched my bag he carried. We both wasted no time to move down the deserted isle when we were stopped by the flight attendant with the hypnotic voice. She smiled sweetly at us. But something was defiantly off.
“ Ryan? Randy?” She said in her prim little voice. Her red lips where turned upwards revealing her blinding white teeth against her bronze skin. We exchanged glances.
“ Um, yes?” I said uncertainty. She just continued to smile.
“ Your father asked me to wait on the plane with you too until he can come pick you up.”
Now I knew something was defiantly wrong. Dad would never come to an airport he would send one of his chauffer’s. Ryan who had lived with him for most of his 18 years new the same.
“ Thanks but we’re good. We can wait in the airport.” Playing the protective older brother he grabbed my arm and tried to push past the flight attendant. She quickly put her arm against the seat and leaned against the opposite one blocking out path. Her brown eyes narrowed.
“ I don’t think so honey.” Her voice lost that sweet element and before I could blink Ryan was pulling me towards one of the emergency exists and the lady lunged for us. We tried to pick up speed across such a short stretch of floor and we were almost there when she grabbed me sinking her manicured fingertips into my skin and pulled me to the ground. “ Go!” I screamed to Ryan and he looked lost. Suddenly the blue curtain behind him was ripped open and revealed two men dressed in captains uniforms. For a moment I thought we were saved when I noticed how the huge men’s muscles bulged under their tight uniforms. I cried out but they grabbed Ryan as the lady tightened her grip on me. I began to scream and thrash but it was no use. I tried to slam her into the seat but she maneuvered just in time so only her shoulder smacked against the sharp edge. Her navy blue uniform jacket had ripped open and I could see a faint scratch. And a tattoo. A scorpion tattoo. I screamed louder.
The woman clamped a hand on my mouth and I felt something metal and hard being pressed against my head. I stopped struggling and started praying. She looked at my brother who writhing to get free.
“ Stop fighting or she’s dead.” The women no longer had an American accent. It wasn’t Indian or anything I had ever heard before. Her long black hair had come undone and her viselike grip was beginning to ache. Ryan stopped fighting and looked at me desperately as the one of the men removed a white handkerchief from his pocket and held it to Ryan’s face covering his mouth and nose. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body slumped to the floor as the men let go of him. I let out another cry as the man moved towards me with the handkerchief in hand. But just as he came towards me he jerked forward with a confused look on his face and slowly sank to his knees. The lady threw me against the seat and went over to him
“ Aakkar?” The women asked, eyes darting to the other man’s face. Aakkar was now lying face down with what looked like a dart stuck In the back of his neck. The women picked the dart from his neck and held it up in astonishment.
“ Wha-“ A dart came out of nowhere and hit her in the neck and she dropped like a rock. The remaining man looked around, looked at me, and then sprinted to the exit. I sat in utter shock staring at the two attackers lying on top of each other.
I slowly began to regain my senses and looked around for my mysterious savoir but saw no one.
“ Hello,” I called. “ Who’s there?” A man emerged from the curtain opposite of the other two. He looked Indian with an old yellow leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a scraggily beard. I slowly reached down and I picked up the woman’s fallen gun. He held his hand up.
“No need for that. I’m not here to hurt you.” I noticed in one of his hands was a long green reed thing. The darts, I realized.
“ I am so done with ninja’s today!” I cried. The man just eyed my gun with distaste.
“ Put the gun down.”
“ In your dreams, how do I know your not one of them.” He sighed and looked me in the eye.
“ Zeena sent me.” Ok people, quick rewind. Remember the crazy old lady, kiang noodles, magic carpet. Well her name was Zeena. Oh, Top romon. I looked at him stunned.
“Zeena?” I sputtered, “ Carpet Zeena? ” He looked annoyed at the mention of the carpet.
“ Yes, that one. And thanks to you the carpet fell back into the hands of the house of blinds.” He said
“ The what?” I asked. The house of blinds? What’s so wrong with the house of window coverings?
He shook his head. “ A story for another day. Now drop the gun or I drop you. ” I gulped and let it fall to the floor. But unfortunately my brother’s stomach was in the way. Whoops. Kind of.
“ Who are these people?” I asked gesturing to the wanna-be captain-slash-AFL- fighter, “ Why did they attack us? Why do they have scorpion tattoos? Who are you? Why’d you save us?”
I was about to inquire further when the plane made a groaning sound.
“ Quickly they are coming. Bring your brother.” He went over to emergency exit and with a mighty shove wrenched the hatch open. I grabbed my brother’s arms and unceremoniously began to drag him towards the opening. I kept ramming him into seats. On accident. Well, mostly.
“ Can’t we just go out the normal way?” I asked over the roar of wind. I saw the blink of lights on the air pad through the dark night. He shook his head.
“No good. The security in America probably found the real crew and notified police here. If we stay, they will question us and that will lead to big problems.” His Indian accent was thick.
“ So what am I suppose to do?” I asked as I ungracefully dropped my brother’s arms. I could hear shuffling sounds outside the plane. Chandra looked at me with an evil gleam in his eye.
“ We jump”.
Chapt 2. When the monkeys come out to play
Hey, me again. Remember how I mentioned I was terrified of heights. Yah, being attacked didn’t change that. The stranger, Chandra, used the airplane seat cushion to drop my brother down. Yah, eat that in the morning Ryan. Then it was my turn. He had to push me. Still scared of heights.
We quickly crossed the airstrip thankfully unnoticed, Chandra carried Ryan, and we made it to his car. Turns out our Chandra the first class-dart man was a taxi driver. I was too scared to ask how he got enough money being a taxi driver to go first class on an expensive American airline. Ryan woke up once we hit the streets of Mumbai. He groaned next to me. “ I hate airplanes.” He grumbled. Hah.
I quickly filled him in. “ But what about our stuff?” Ryan asked. Oh Ryan, always the material man. The sure son of our father. Chandra glanced back.
“ Motash will get it.” He said like that ended the matter. I glanced at Ryan.
“Motash is one of dad’s chauffers.” He said. A feeling of alarm swept through me.
“Oh no! Dad! I totally forgot. What are we going to tell him?” So much for a good first impression after eleven years.
“ Motash will say you were with him seeing the sights.” Sweet, this Motash guy had us covered. But now it was time to get down to business and ask the real question.
“What’s the house of blinds and why were we attacked? And what has Zeena have to do with any of this?” I asked determined to be answered. We were stuck in a traffic jam so he couldn’t give another ‘ Silence can you not see I drive?’ answer.
“ You and your brother have the mark. Zeena saw it in you when she gave you the carpet. You have been touched by the breath of magic. You have the- ” Okay, seriously, more with the magic thing.
“ Well okay this was fun.” I reached for the door handle ready to jump. This was too much to handle in one day.
“ Wait.” Ryan said pulling me back, “ I’ve heard about this before. The locals talked about those with the touch of magic. It was given to them from the great khan, the she-tiger who breathed life into the jungle.” This was starting to get real jungle bookie. But Chandra smiled.
“ You have heard correct. The night before Zeena read your palm she saw the amulet of magic, the Bahula in the sky.”
“ The what?” Ryan and I asked in sync.
He turned backwards to face us. “ The star. It appears every thousand years when the Naathim wishes to aid the Magicus. You have been chosen to play a role in deciding the fate of the djiinn .”
“ Oh, I see. And then Aladdin rubbed the lamp and little blue genie’s flew out and princess Leia got a haircut.” I said sarcastically.
Chandra looked at me sharply and I glanced at Ryan.
“ Riley stop! I think he’s telling the truth.” The poor boy was totally buying all this Indian vendor could sell.
“ Ha, Right, Yah. Well this has been fun, but this is my stop. Come on Ryan.” This was totally not happening. I mean sure, I get almost being kidnapped, I mean our dad is rich and powerful, but being kidnapped because we’re magical little piglets with an enchanted destiny? Yah, some one’s been hitting the caffeinated beverages a smidge too hard. For the second time tonight I reached for the door to jump out into the busy streets of a strange country. I clasped the door but as I did I felt a jolt go through my fingers, spreading to my toes that flung me into Ryan.
“ What the!” I panted. What the hey was that?! I looked at Ryan who looked just as stunned and then at Chandra. He was holding what looked like a clay staff with a rust colored cobra- Cobra!?- Wrapped around it, hissing at me. It two sharp fangs with purple goo dripping from them. It looked ready to bite.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Of Polynesians and past memories
On Sunday I rediscovered my old journals from 10th grade. They were actually pretty funny and I had a quote of the day for every entry. For example:
" When did blondes get the rep for being dumb?"
" When you were born."
So I decided to do quotes of the day for this loverly blog, so here it goes...
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
" If there are a bunch of Polynesians running and I was a marijuana grower, I wouldn't bother them." - Allyse
" Guys, I don't know how to make pyramids."- Julia
" That's what the Egyptians said, but then they just did it."-Me
" When they come out with Twilight the musical, Edward Cullen is going to sing this song( Every breathe you take) with gusto. - Me
On a note that has nothing to do with anything I've written so far, I cleaned my room. Yes, I did it. I survived the disaster zone and I am currently living and blogging to you of my tale.
Once upon a time there was an outrageously muddled room and a dissatisfied father who decided to bribe his daughter 50 buck to FINALLY slay the beast. And in reality who knows? There could have been a beast buried under the three feet of clothing that concealed the floor. Anyways, she bravely cleaned her messy room and got songs on itunes, then happily celebrated with friends around a green tinged campfire. THE END
- Mary :0)
" When did blondes get the rep for being dumb?"
" When you were born."
So I decided to do quotes of the day for this loverly blog, so here it goes...
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
" If there are a bunch of Polynesians running and I was a marijuana grower, I wouldn't bother them." - Allyse
" Guys, I don't know how to make pyramids."- Julia
" That's what the Egyptians said, but then they just did it."-Me
" When they come out with Twilight the musical, Edward Cullen is going to sing this song( Every breathe you take) with gusto. - Me
On a note that has nothing to do with anything I've written so far, I cleaned my room. Yes, I did it. I survived the disaster zone and I am currently living and blogging to you of my tale.
Once upon a time there was an outrageously muddled room and a dissatisfied father who decided to bribe his daughter 50 buck to FINALLY slay the beast. And in reality who knows? There could have been a beast buried under the three feet of clothing that concealed the floor. Anyways, she bravely cleaned her messy room and got songs on itunes, then happily celebrated with friends around a green tinged campfire. THE END
- Mary :0)
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Act, Alaska, and construction= The banes of my existance
It is raining and pouring I wish I was snoring....
Another lovely day basically:p So... Today I'm suppose to be working on stuff for the ACT. My mother even got me this prep guide for it. " Mary," Said she, " If i get this for you, you need to use it." "And so I shall!" I replied. 2 days before the test and Nada. Wow, I'm gonna do great.
On the topic of more exciting things, yesterday I watched The lightning Thief with my buddy and I made my specialty milkshakes. They are awesome, filled with sugar and calories and all those things I said I wasn't going to partake of this summer. Ahhh...
But the most exciting event that has occurred is that I found out when the Egyptian documentaries are on!!!! They play on Sunday's on the Green Channel which means I'll have to tape them but that's OK, for I'll have Something to watch on Monday. The world is once again a happy place.
To rap things i up, I think a rant on construction would be nice. Because it's everywhere!!! I mean once upon a time I was a happy human being and then construction came and ruined my life. You see, I am just learning to drive, and it's not going so hot because I'm terrified I'm Gonna decimate a cone!! That and the fact that I'm basically afraid of anything that could possibley kill me. Like boats. Have i mentioned I'm going on a cruise next week. " Where to?" You ask. Ummmm, Alaska. I know oxi- moron. It combines my favorite things vast open water and coldness. Great :/
L8er, Mary
Another lovely day basically:p So... Today I'm suppose to be working on stuff for the ACT. My mother even got me this prep guide for it. " Mary," Said she, " If i get this for you, you need to use it." "And so I shall!" I replied. 2 days before the test and Nada. Wow, I'm gonna do great.
On the topic of more exciting things, yesterday I watched The lightning Thief with my buddy and I made my specialty milkshakes. They are awesome, filled with sugar and calories and all those things I said I wasn't going to partake of this summer. Ahhh...
But the most exciting event that has occurred is that I found out when the Egyptian documentaries are on!!!! They play on Sunday's on the Green Channel which means I'll have to tape them but that's OK, for I'll have Something to watch on Monday. The world is once again a happy place.
To rap things i up, I think a rant on construction would be nice. Because it's everywhere!!! I mean once upon a time I was a happy human being and then construction came and ruined my life. You see, I am just learning to drive, and it's not going so hot because I'm terrified I'm Gonna decimate a cone!! That and the fact that I'm basically afraid of anything that could possibley kill me. Like boats. Have i mentioned I'm going on a cruise next week. " Where to?" You ask. Ummmm, Alaska. I know oxi- moron. It combines my favorite things vast open water and coldness. Great :/
L8er, Mary
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
IT is the time of SUMMER!!!!
Hee Hee, I haven't written on this thing in like a decade. Minus a decade, plus like 2 months. Anyways, It is summer finally!!!! FREEDOM!!!! Except now my parents are making me work for them. For 8 bucks an hour. But i still say it's child Labor! So what will this summer be filled with? Magical adventures and French Vanilla snow cones and reading. And how is that going so far? Well... I'm writing on a blog, so not so hot. I've successfully managed a new record of boredom. That is to say, it's the first week of summer and I miss school. I've already feasted upon my delectable french vanilla frozen goodness with extra cream, re- read the percy Jackson series and the spinoff one, and gone on magical adventures filled with nail polish and Kung Fu Panda 2. Oi, this is gonna be a LOOOONNNNGGGG summer.
On a slightly less depressing note, I got a library card at the local library. That was exciting. Then i went to the orthodontist. That too, very heart pounding.
Anyways, I'm so bored with this entry I think i'm going to stop.
Your friend, Me :0)
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