MadMini

This may be one of the greatest days ever! I just bought myself a cute little net book! Its name is MadMini. I love it! And that’s a big deal because usually I actually hate technology… still convinced it is going to bring about the destruction of the human race. Of course there are bound to be a few other species caught up in our destruction as well but as a whole the world will just move on after we have destroyed ourselves with this technology. I was born in the wrong century. whatever… anyways. Its great because It is just the right size to fit on those ridiculously little desks in the lecture halls. Now instead of toting around a monster computer (which has served me well all these years) I can whip out my MadMini! Its light weight and so far is running great. It runs almost as fast as the monster, has everything I need for note taking and keeping myself entertained between classes.

One of the features it came with was this icon for “my blog” which lets me just click that little button and type out a blog… which is the only reason I’m writing this. Now instead of going to the internet and typing in the url and logging in I can just click a button and BOOM! I’m typing… This might actually make it so I use this thing more often. Awesome! This is so exciting!

Bzzzzzzzz

Bzzzzzzzz. I hate mosquitos. They think they own the world... and they dont even taste good. I stuck an arm out. It was raining. I closed my eyes again. This mushroom was small, I felt rather cramped. It didnt help that there was a frog also staying under the same mushroom. I hate frogs more than mosquitos. They think they're superior to us just because they have smooth skin. I nudge him. "Hey French dinner, why are you so afraid of getting wet?" He hopped out into the rain and just as quickly hopped back, nudging me back with his slimy, wet body. "I'm not. I just want to make your life miserable wort face". I hate frogs. I moved to the other side of the mushroom, hoping the stem would be enough to permanently separate us for the remainder of the storm. An earth worm popped up to my left. "Mine" I called. Warning the slime wad that if he went for it I would find the nearest predator and walk him over, rain be damned. I went to get it and my tongue hit his. I growled and yelled "I called it! My tongue touched yours! Gross!" The frog smirked. "I got it first." I hopped out into the rain and found a fow. It chased me back to the mushroom where the frog sat wondering what I was doing. When he saw the fox, he stated hopping away. The fox chased after the frog because slimeballs are far more delicious than toads. I sat back under the mushroom and closed my eyes until I felt a paw grabbing at me. Apparently the frog had hopped into the water and the fox, still hungry, returned for me. I hate frogs.

- (Post Dedicated to My best friend Zoe Wilkerson)

wow!!!!!!!!

I am now my own follower!!!!! crazy!

Just curious

I've been wondering, can you be your own follower on this blog?

Disappointment

So I have always thought that I could write a decent story. I may not be the next Ernest Hemingway but I thought it was at least good for a high school student. However, just recently I sent a story and a poem I wrote in to our school literary magazine... nothing. They didn't take any of it.
Yes, my pride is ridiculous.
Yes, my pride is hurt.
This isn't the first time stuff like this has happened... this is just the first time I can sound like a wimpy, over emotional teenager in some online blog...

I have decided that starting today I will try to post at least one piece of personal lit. on this blog every week.
Who knows, maybe someone will come by and give me the ultimate secret to being a better writer.

Remember Remember...

They never said it couldn’t be done… never did they say it was impossible, not once…

They said it was wrong, they said we shouldn’t, they said don’t, they said no… but we soon found out that it was possible. And ohhh when we got started there was no stopping us. We spread our wings and soared high out of reach from the grimy, sticky hands of the world that wished to cage us. We soared higher and higher out of grasp from those on earth… so high we lost touch with earth. We no longer remembered that which had forced us to learn to fly; so out of touch that the lines between right and wrong became skewed… and eventually disappeared altogether.

It started small, just little things at first, tests… but like all things it escalated when we realized we could get away with it. It continued unpunished for what felt like an eternity… of course it wasn’t, really it was only a few months, but that was long enough for it to already get out of control… out of anyone’s control. Out of their control, out of our control, nothing could stop the coming tidal wave. A trail of destruction followed us wherever we went. We abandoned our schools, our homes, our families, our friends, our hopes, our dreams, our futures, we abandoned the world. The punishment for our crime is death. Failure is met with death. Success is met with death.  We roam the abyss searching for the next euphoric high… we live the life of adrenaline junkies.

We come in all shapes and all forms, from all corners of the world. The abandoned, the lonely, the misunderstood, the spoiled, the happy, the sad, the abused, the pampered, there is no way of picking us out from a crowd, no way of stopping us… we are hundreds. A force too great to be ignored but too small to be given any attention… You merely acknowledge our existence, leaving us to fade, unseen into the background.

We are the forgotten. We are the lost. We are the found.

From this day forth you will always remember us. Today is the day we sear our presence deep into your memory. Today is the day we shed our place among the forgotten. Today is the day we take back what has been stolen from the humans of this world. Today is the day when we will once again remind the world how it feels. Today is the day we return the terror and instill it into the hearts of all beings.

Today is the day.

Vengeance is ours.

Don't Scream

"Beware the stare of Mary Shaw. She has no children, only dolls. If you see her in your dreams. Be sure you never, ever scream or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam"
      It is a little past midnight. Serena just left. The Russian exchange student my family is hosting went to bed. My father hugged me goodnight and I am now in my room... alone... staring into the face of my All American Girl Doll. Normally this would only be half as creepy as it is tonight. Dolls like this have always scared me... they just have a terrifyingly human aura that makes them... well scary. Tonight, however, is different. It is different because Serena, Mike, Dad and I just finished watching "Dead Silence," a movie about a doll lady and her dolls... and ALL the people they kill... so sitting here starring at my already creepy doll is a bit unnerving. As a whole the movie wasn't all that scary, but it feeds upon the already embedded fear of these dolls... I think ill just put mine in Dad's room tonight. (Not that I'm scared or anything... its just in case...)
It is getting kind of weird being the only person awake in the house so ill just say a few things about the movie and then try to get some sleep.
1. once again (as predicted) my favorite character dies...my favorite character always dies... i am proud to say, however, that his dying is not entirely his need to scream when frightened... he had a Legit reason to be screaming (while one person towards the end had no reason at all to be screaming)
2. another once again moment is when i say that my instincts were right... about where the responsibility belongs... however the ending really threw me off... i mean really???... so much for our hero coming in to save the day.
It was difficult writing about the movie without giving too much away because as a whole i really did not like it but there were some things in there that i loved...
please! If you think I gave too much information and ruined it for you Please! tell me so I can learn not to be so forthcoming with the information.