Christmastime Is Here...

But so much for happiness and cheer. I had barely squeezed out the thought, "Ah, it's the day before Christmas eve and I'm baking cookies with Jenny, how picturesque," when I remembered.

"I have two history essays and a science unit assessment left to do!" I shrieked. Glancing at the clock, which read ten thirty at night, Jenny said,

"Seems to me as though you should go do them." And do them I did, though it took me until one o' clock in the morning. Bugger the economic effects of religious and military conflict on Europe in the late Middle Ages!

But here it is, Christmas Eve, and I've just had a brilliant, though not entirely original idea for a story. 'T will do no good to ask on what it is; I shall not tell, because it is my biz. Or whatever rhymes with is.

Merry Christmas.

Can't... keep... eyes... open

It's 12:31, so I assume that it's tomorrow already? I'm too tired to tell. I just wanted someone to know that I have written four essays, done two twenty-point quizzes and answered about ten short answer questions. I need to write out my achievements to be happy before I go to bed. I'm listening to "Past the Point of No Return", which I assume is appropriate at this time of morning?
Merry Christmas

Handel's Messiah

Handel's Messiah has been sung many different ways, however, this, I think, is one of the best besides the original classic itself. Handel's Messiah: A Soulful Celebration is one of the most accurate and yet creative renditions of a classic piece in an African style that I have ever heard. If you are a fan of African music, this is definitely something you should pick up for the Christmas holidays.

Ha-HA!

I remembered the perfect topic for my definition essay. What is it?

Solve this riddle that I will make up on the spot to find out:

FIRST LETTER
The alpha of the group or pack
The one that leads them all
'Tis pointy when it comes in CAPS
And round when it is small

SECOND LETTER
Riddle, riddle, riddle you
What is it that makes a riddle?
Without this thing it could be middle
Or tiddle, fiddle, griddle, piddle...

THIRD LETTER
A family had children four
The second one was not that bright
Yet the letter that starts this child's name
Will for this riddle shine the light

And if you do not know this group
I'll give you one hint more:
This letter appears in depth and catch
In Mary Poppin's favorite word as well

(Which, spelled backwards, is suicodalaipxecitsilagarfalacrepus)

Have you guessed it?
If you haven't, too bad. I've run out of both ideas for hints and rhymes.

O, tragedy!

I thought of the perfect subject for my definition essay and have forgotten it! Also, SOMEONE left the Phantom of the Opera in my DVD player. O, the misery of the world!

History

Do do before tomorrow at midnight:

Two five-paragraph essays
One four paragraph essay
Two 20-point quizzes
Around 20 short-answer questions

I'd better get going.

Secrets held within

On Sunday, ar el harym-minym iss shi yn tarin. Confused? Good. It's a secret. You see, my conundrum is thus: I am dying, screaming to spill my secrets, but if I post them, people will read them. So I have opened a new blog, privately, and shall never tell its location. There I shall post my secrets. In the words of Calvin,
"You cannot trace us, you cannot find us. Sincerely, Calvin."

GFS

Have you ever been to school? Of course you have. Unless you haven't.
I haven't.
However, yesterday I went for the very first time. It was only a practice session thingamajig, of course, but I was still slightly curious about real school.
It was EXACTLY as I had pictured it.
Hallways, students, chatter, "like, totally hot!", boys with slingy down pants, girls with pully up skirts, bags, books, files, folders, doodles, models, TEACHERS!
Some excellent classes, some awful.
I can't wait to go to school.

Oi

Have you ever had that feeling? The feeling of you've been doing something the wrong way your whole life and you've never known it?

Well, yesterday, I was walking along, minding my own business, when suddenly something hit me. It was a large, heavy THOUGHT. The word "wherefore" in Archaic English, means "Why", right? Right. I knew this. I also knew that in Romeo and Juliet, Juliet says in the balcony scene, "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?"

But what I realized is this: according to the actual laws of archaic English, Juliet was really asking, "Why are you Romeo?" which explains perfectly why she next says, "Denounce they name," and goes on with that whole thing about roses smelling as sweet.

"Romeo, Romeo, why do you have to be Romeo? Couldn't you be Bill or Bob, so that we wouldn't have to worry about our families when we got married?" This is what Juliet is really asking.

What a dunce I am not to have realized it before!

Wherefore, wherefore did I not realize this?

Gangsta 2

Well, I've made some progress on what I call "Gangsta boys" having no wish to have another AYUS. I've decided on the name of the evil character... as usual it's a surprise. I've only gotten up to the part about the rumble at the nightclub, but will keep you posted. Giashana Elimandora Casimanfora, or Black Death as his friends know him, is leading the gang (Tiger, Cutter, Icehammer, Poison, Jaguar and Rapier) to rescue Spider, but have just been rumbled by this story's equivalent of Miranda (Mimosa).
Can't wait to see what happens!
Oh, wait...
I guess I shall have to write it.

Firearms

Here is what I learned about guns this week:

A Spas-12 is NOT spelled "Spaz-12".
A Spas-12 is a very powerful gun, huge and banned in polite society.
An AK-47 is a commonly used gun, trustworthy and durable, but not very accurate.
Nowhere can I find information concerning a Mini Vulcan.
TT-33s and Beretta 92s are practical and useful (I think that I shall carry a Beretta 92 if ever I carry a gun).
Desert Eagles are large and powerful; perfect for a bodyguard.
Mountain Eagles are larger and more powerful.

Gangsta

I am writing a new story (yes, again). It is called... I dunno yet, but it's about Julien, Cole, Thom and Isaiah (and myself) in an exciting adventure of mystery, wonder and enchantment , I mean, guns, blood and dice. We are part of a gang. Spider (that's me!) gets kidnapped by an evil man who wants to stop D & D playing forever. Will Spider escape and continue her brave smuggling of dice across the border? Or will the evil villain whose name is yet to be decided win the day?
I hope we win, but I have no idea.

I'm Turning Into A Girl

1992 - I was born
1996 - I was into ballerinas and princesses
2000 - I was into house, American Girl, playacting
2003 - I was normal... NORMAL!
2004/2005 - I was a complete tomboy. Baggy clothing, jeans, hiking boots, ratty sneakers, wrestling. I loved every moment of it.
2006 - I feel myself suddenly becoming a girl. Clothes matter, and shoes must match clothing. Also, I catch myself thinking about how to make my hair lie flat on my head. Why? I have double-pierced ears and wear earrings in them. I wear a ring. Sometimes, I ponder a skirt. Yesterday I wore high heels. I am frightening myself.
Hopefully next year I'll find a happy medium.

Talking

To God: I always seem to do this most when I am feeling most nervous or peaceful. During the day, not as much as I should.
To Sarah Bee: It's hard to know what to say in some instances, and in others, it's almost too easy... Like we have a script already... hmmm....
To Parents: Snork. Weeeell...
To Julien: A lot easier than it used to be! Thank goodness; I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me.
To Cole: Also a lot easier, but it was never exactly difficult to talk to Cole. He still talks the same way: "The skunk in the tree is wearing a party hat... mwahahahaha!"
To Jacques: Talk? Did you say talk?
To Miss Kristyn: Different. Now I can say important things.
To Pascal: Better, I think, although I couldn't tell you how.
To Noah: Same as ever.
To Hannah: Different. More uncomfortable.
To Mo: The same, but I notice how often we disagree now.

In other news, I have a headache because my contacts and I am trying to think of a reasonable sentence where I could use the word pudenda. I have also spent the last few days researching profanity in my new book, "Daily Life in the 1800s".

Weekend

[Warning, lists ahead]

Over the weekend, I was (in this order):

Elated
Joky
Confused
Angry
Miserable
Scheming
Joyful
Excited
Disappointed
Steely
Witty
Stupid
and
Yearning

And this was without my period!

The Battle at Hand

Part VII

The cruel wind turns, the shadow falls
With dark as thick as mire
Then on the horizon appears
The flare of bright warfire
The smell of hatred rampant rove
Unguarded malice reigned
Many men were being slayed
But no great victory gained
Not all the soldiers trampled
Underfoot were truly slayed
Their cries were lost in battlenoise
And none came to their aid
The swords are dark with blackened blood
The shields are cast aside
The spears are shattered on the helms
The steeds unfit to ride
But still they fight, they battle on
Though many fall and die
Hewn beneath the sword of foe
And reckless battlecry
The river near runs crimson deep
With blood of noble men
The sky darkens to deepest rage
And blood pours on the fen
And still the battle rageth on
And still the soldiers fall
The king claims that he shall not cease
Till he hath slain them all

- Selections from the Battle of Remm, by Sarah Macolino

This is how it is today. This is the battle we fight. We have already won the battle against evil, the blood sacrifice has been paid, and the prisoners redeemed. But even as the Enemy falls, he will strike out with his right hand to grasp and clutch all that he may, and bring them down into the deepest pits of Hell where he is forever banished. When will the fall of the Evil One end? We shall never know. We must only know that the fight against Evil goes on, though we have triumphed long ago. As warriors, we fight for the winning side, the side with the victory. We fight so that others may join us, so that when we no longer live on this earth, our souls will be redeemed by the blood of an innocent man, and we shall be free.