Short Story: I am Eden

OK, so I've been away for a little while, but I have a valid reason for it -- I was busy doing this? And by "this" I mean I was writing my English essay, which, lucky for me, just so happened to be a short story with my choice of genre and story plot. It's a tad long, so I don't blame you if you don't read all of it (I would kill you, jokes. I would seriously injure you instead :D ). I think there a few typos, I'm just too lazy to fix them up. But you have give it the correct spelling where it's due ;)

I am Eden

The war never ends. For two thousand years it has been going on and on, never ceasing, and one side never having an advantage over the other. For the children who had been born during those two thousand years never saw a morning, never saw a break in the perpetual storm that rages over the Earth, curtsy of the Goörns, one of the races who came flying out of the void and onto the Earth where they searched for two thousand years and two thousand nights in a vain attempt to locate the child of Eden, the last of the Tooravar race . . .

   The Humans searched too . . . they all did. It was a race against time, the two sides battling with each other for a trace of the one who will bring light to a world of eternal darkness and evil, the one who will end everything, and finally bring peace to the land.

My name is Eden.

And I am the keeper of Light . . . the last of the Tooravar . . .

It all began when the Humans found the gate. They had heard of a place where storms were brewing endlessly in the centre of Africa and they swarmed there like vultures, all curious to get a glimpse of the large stone gate that sat silently in the middle of the storm. Everyone had their ideas of what had brought it to be there, some had said aliens and magic whereas others thought that the gate was of some biblical meaning.

   Of course they couldn’t help themselves and after years of strain they finally managed to open the gate, not wide enough so that it was fully open—or fully closed—but it was enough for the races to come flying out of the void . . . and onto the Earth.

   The first to come were the Tooravar. A distinguished race, they had been stolen from a world filled with peace and serenity, where their bald, naked skin and large devil-like wings fit into the environment. But not here, here on Earth they were brought to a land of sand and heat and they were never allowed to leave, the Humans had wanted to live alongside the new race in their own world, and when one of the Tooravar had enough they lashed out.

   That was how the war started. The Humans were fast to grab their weapons of mass destruction and hunted down the Tooravar until they were reduced to nothing but dust on the hot tar roads. Some mourned the death of a new creation; others cheered and celebrated victory. They didn’t pay thought to the gate in the desert.

   They didn’t notice the Goörns until it was all too late.

   The other race had come in a flurry, they were much stronger than the Tooravar had been and bore razor sharp claws and teeth, and magic that oversized the Humans. They had seen the fall of the race before them and decided that the only way to survive on Earth was to fight. And so they fought, they fought and never stopped.

   It was halfway through the war when the Humans realised that the only way to seal the Goörn’s power and ultimately defeat them would be to close the gate, it took them the other half of the war to realise that in order to close the gate they needed someone of Tooravar blood.

And that's where I come in.

I don't know if the other two races know of my existence, I’ve been hiding from them for the last millennium whilst I worked silently and alone so I can make my way to Africa, where home stood waiting. I don't want anything no object or possession, I don't care whether the Goörns or the Humans win, all I care about is getting back to my home land, the land of mountains and blue sky and peace, a peace which I have not laid eyes on for two thousand years.

   Right now I am sneaking across the plains. Although it is night the desert sand stings my feet where they were wounded from crossing the mountain ranges bare foot. I would have flown had I the wings, I was only a hundred years old when I was captured, just a child, the Humans had tortured me until I told them where my family were hiding out. They cut the wings from my back, and even when I had told them, locked me in eternal darkness.

   It was fair enough to say that I was the reason my race fell and the reason the war started. I killed them. I killed them all.

   I shake my head and banish all memories from my mind; right now I need to focus because this is where the hard part comes as the war is occurring right in the centre of Africa—and in the centre is where I need to go.

   Keeping silent I press myself against a boarding wall which they—the Humans or the Goörns, I do not know—have made stretching across the desert. Patrolling atop of the wall are soldiers, their shadows are cast against the sand and I crouch down, hoping that my own shadow would be mistaken for that of an animal. I slither across the ground on my belly until I arrive at the end of the wall and there is no coverage for at least two metres.

   Taking a deep breath, I push myself up from the ground and run.

   I don't think I’ve ever run so fast in my entire life, by the time I get to a crop of trees and engulf myself in their shadows I feel like my lungs are on fire. I turn my attention towards the wall, trying desperately to ignore the pain shooting through my legs, and see two Human soldiers pointing directly at me. The sand is still fluttering the air where I have disturbed it from my run. As the Humans come towards me I press myself into the side of a tree and try to stop my heavy panting.

   A figure passes silently ahead of me and my inside squirm as they recognise the blood of the ones who killed my family and tears well up in my eyes. I duck my head and remind myself to remain silent, because if the Humans were to find me I know that they would force me to close the gate, and then I’d never be able to get back home.

   Suddenly, there is a rustling of leaves directly above me and Human shines a flashing light to the source of the noise. I catch a glimpse of his fearsome face just before something black launches itself at him and claws the Human’s throat out in one swift movement. Within seconds the Goörns are swarming into the area, and the sound of whizzing bullets and horrid cries fill the air. I close my eyes and pray that they haven’t seen me. The Goörns want basically the same thing as the humans—they want the gate fully open so that their powers increase, but if I do this I must connect to only one world and one world alone. Either way, if I get captured I lose.

   And if I die the war will never end.

   I wait until the screaming dies down before I take my chance. I know now that the gate is somewhere nearby otherwise the Humans wouldn’t have chosen this area as their base, and the Goörns would not have attacks it.

   I am creeping amongst the shadows, keeping my distance from the fighting, when I hear the click of a gun and before I can react, something burning hot sinks into my left arm and I fall back immediately and holler in pain, darkness clouding my sight.

   Almost suddenly there is a noise from above me and I try to crawl away but something grabs my ankles and I am dragged across the ground, I dig my fingers into the sand but the hands go free and then I am splattered by blood. The darkness eventually disappears and I am aware that standing above me are several Goörns, they all cock their heads in union and stare at me with odd curiosity.

   For a moment the Earth stands still . . .

   . . . and then the Goörns spring into action, they hiss to each other words which are not clear to me and bring me to my feet, one of them drapes their cloak over my body so that it is concealing us both and I quickly lash out, trying to slam my fists against the side of its head but it blocks my attacks and points to the wound on my arm. I stare into its pale eyes and nod.

   I understand.

   Quickly, the pair of us race away from the battle scene sticking close to the shadows, and I briefly wonder if the Goörn knows who I am, and, if it does, how long would the hospitality last until I’m caught in chains, a single light blaring into my face and they are forcing me to do and tell them things I do not want to do or tell.

   I am thinking of this when a shadow passes overhead and the Goörn falls from my side and the cloak is pulled from my head. I glance towards the sky and see a shooter plane flying over, for a second there is hope that they haven’t seen me but a spotlight shines to where I am crouched and my fears are confirmed. My heart slams against my chest and I will myself to move but I don’t—it is as if I am glued to the spot by the light.

    Suddenly there is something cold on my arm and I glance down to see the Goörn who helped me, a thin thread of life still in it as if wallowed in a pool of its blood. For a moment I am reminded of my father as I watched him die. The Goörn suddenly pulls me close and whispers to me, in my very own language: “Run.”

   I don’t stop; I don’t hesitate to ask the Goörn questions, I don’t try to discover who he is and why he is choosing to help me. Instead I spring from the sand and I follow his orders and my father’s last words to me . . .

   And I run.

So what did you think? If you found anything that, in your eyes, should probably be fixed up or makes absolutely no sense please do tell me (because, you know, it is an English essay, and A+ look good).

Cheerio,

Be.

Dear Mister Doctor Phil. I don't like you. Sincerly, Be.

I don’t know much about Mister Doctor Phil. What I do know is that he’s some shrink who appears on TV and perhaps gives randoms counseling whilst a room full of people and a camera look on. As I said. I don’t know much on Mister Doctor Phil.

But I know enough to rage at him.

Around this time lat year my Christian studies teacher gave us all a quiz that said doctor had constructed. As he is a shrink I supposed that everyone believed that the answers they received were 100% correct because they’re like that.

And I have evidence. If I had gotten a result that said that I would punch some random on the street, my friend would agree. If it had instead said that I would pick flowers and give them to a random on the street my friend would agree. If it had ignored all scenarios and said that I would dig a hole, stick my head in it and then play rubber duckies my friend would agree.

So when I got my answer and my friend instantly agreed that it sounded like me, I obviously didn’t take her seriously. (And if you think that this will lapse into a story about how I now take her seriously and agree with her let me tell you I do not. She is still completely, utterly wrong.)

Anywho, a couple of days ago I was lying in bed (everything comes to me when I’m lying in bed. Screw showers. All I can think about in them is how much soap I’m getting in my eyes), and I was pondering on the quiz that we did and whilst lying in my bed realised my position. And then I realized that answer that I had given once before. And the I realized that I would most definitely have to do the quiz again.

(If you didn’t get all that, I had chosen that I sleep with my covers over my head. Now, I only do this when I’m taking a nap or I’m cold because my blanket can’t even stretch all the way to cover my head, and I have no intention on pulling it out so I can do so. I actually sleep on my side, slightly curled [or straight out, on my side, with my hand on my neck and under the pillow. But that’ irrelevant because that option wasn’t available]).

So I did the quiz again.

And got the same result.

(Another Note: I didn’t just change that one question. I changed a lot of them. Because I’m a year longer and my temper is now very short. So, don’t interrupt me when I’m working hard).

This was my result. Two years running:

“Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.” Score: 25.

I am not careful. I may be fussy, but that’s only on some occasions when I’m feeling a tad OCD, and I usually always do things on the spur of the moment and will always say and do things without thinking them through first (unless I planned the scenario. And then it never works out my way), I don’t examine things from all angles (unless it’s a book, then I have to check whether or not it has any marks on it. I’m fussy over my books. Nothing more).

I also browsed the other answers and I found that none of them match me at all. But then again they are my friend’s perspectives. But then again my friends tell every single person we come across that I’m evil before I even open my mouth. (Do not ask the story. I keep pins in my shirt for a very specific reason). And so I figured that I can rage on about Mister Doctor Phil because he is absolutely wrong. If he was a good doctor he would at least give me the option of sleeping straight, on my side, with my hand on my neck and under my pillow.

So that sums up how I got to the conclusion that I don’t like Mister Doctor Phil very much at all. Never trust a shrink that gives therapy to people in a room full of people and a camera.

You guys can also test out the quiz and see what (obviously wrong) answer you will get. Here: http://psychcentral.com/personquiz.htm

And if you do complete the quiz please tell me what you got and whether or not you feel like that’s you.

Cheerio,

Be.

7 Things I Bet you didn't know about Moi :)

I had a sport carnival today. And I was utterly, utterly bored. Me, sports, nature, sun (people), we don’t mix, yet I still went anyway because an insane part of me thought “Hey, maybe it’ll be a better turn out than last year. Maybe it’ll be fun.” It wasn’t. AND I forgot to bring some reading material so I ended up sitting in a tent with my friend complaining about how utterly bored I was.
I can see the sympathy on your faces already, you’re probably thinking: “Oh no! A Sports Carnival – outside too! How did you survive?” Well I didn’t . I died . I died of boredom .

Anywho, I thought I’d just share that with you...
So a few days ago I was clearing everything up in the folders on my USB and I discovered an old tag I had gotten waaaay back which I never did. It was 7 things about you that no body knows. Unfortunately the reader who gave it to me is no longer on Blogger, so I can’t link her or anything. Anyway, here it goes:

When I obsess over something I OBSESS over something
It’s so weird, I get a sort of excited pain in my stomach and I have to basically feed my obsession with information. It goes away soon and into a ‘stable’ area where I can just like it and not go crazy.

My favourite word is ‘no’.
A beautiful word, you can use it all the time. I would love to be a No-man.

If I could have any power it would be the ability to freeze time.
Can you imagine it? It'll be perfect; I’d stop time for two years and just relax and do whatever without any constraints. The possibilities are endless. I made a list.

My second home is the Library.
I’m right there, right now and I’m writing this. It’s the only place I can get my internet and that’s why I take so long to post and miss many people’s posts because I only go here twice a week. But books, air conditioning and free internet = LOVE

I’m in love with myself
I don’t mean it literally, so don’t freak out. I’ve just gotten to a really good place right now and I’m so happy with myself that I don’t care what goes on around me and what people think. I love my personality, I love just who I am. So much so I’m even in a relationship with myself on Facebook, so it’s legit.

I want to be an Author.
I think most of you already know this. I’ve wanted to be an author for most of my entire life. I love reading and creating another world and emerging myself in it. It’s like a living in a dream (by dream I mean the world you enter when you sleep)

I get really annoyed at poor spelling and grammar.
My friends call me the Grammar Nazi, mainly because I’m always correcting them over Facebook and getting annoyed when they mispronounce something like ‘either’ (they say it with an ‘e’ instead of an ‘i’).

So there. I’ve done it FINALLY. Now you may all have permission to go and complete it yourselves. Go on! I’m eager to see what I don’t know about you.

Cheerio
--Be

I have no idea what to call this Post... Oooh! A butterfly!

I was talking with my sister during dinner and she suggested the idea of wearing sticky-tape on your face for a whole day at school and finding out how many people would tell you that it was there. I decided to accept this challenge and thus walked around school with sticky-tape pasted to my right cheek.

For the whole day I went around talking to everyone I knew (aka everyone in my form) and in the end only 18 people told me it was there (one of which gave me a weird look when I told her that I knew it was there and I had put it there myself) and about 80 people (estimated. I don't talk to 80 people) didn't say anything. At all. Although there were giving me a strange look. That counts for my science teacher too who seemed to be tossing up the idea of whether or not he should tell me. He didn't.

Anywho, I suspected that it was a day well spent.

Cheerio,
--Be

P.S. I'm trying to get posting more often. I feel so clean, so healthy because I've gotten into a regular ruteen once more but I haven't posted often, even worse, I've been far too busy with my other internet tasks that I've been neglecting some of you. I'm sorry about this, but I can't exactly promise that things will improve...

Change

Okay, before I fire away with today’s ramble I must apologise for my lack of posting/commenting and further more my absence from Blogger. I’ve been continuously forgetting to put my posts onto my thumb drive to take to the library and my home internet has been raging war against me for all eternity. I’m sorry. It’s the internet’s fault (and, kind of, mine but that’s irrelevant).

Well anyway, let’s steer away from that subject and get to something that we have been discussing in English: Change. It’s Shakespeare of course (or as one of my friends made me believe once: Shakesberry).
Recently we’ve been doing ‘Macbeth’ as our Spearian subject (did you know that he’s an epic coward? Unlike his wife who was like stabba, stab, stab, stab) and our teacher has bought up the concept of change. Apparently that’s what Macbeth is all about *insert coughing spasm* and I’ve come to ponder on that (as you do):

Do you believe that people can change? In one of my Manga’s there’s a kind and sweet young prince who witnesses everyone he loves being killed by monsters and a black-cladded warlock and then he grows up to be a heartless, cruel Ninja.
Everyone seems capable of changing into something bad but then when it comes time for a cheetah to change its spots people seem to roll their eyes and say something along the lines of, “once a baddie—always a baddie” (disclaimer: people may not say this, I actually have a very short understanding of what people say so I make stuff up).

I believe that people can change. It just depends on how much they want to change and if they have the ability to. I’ve changed from the weird little kid I used to be and that’s probably because of my experiences. As a book, which I cannot remember title, once said: Our experienced mark who we are. Or was that a movie?

Anyway, the moral in this is that if you kill someone’s family, poke them or do something really mean then it is most likely that they will one day murder and torture you.

Okay, I’m sorry; I have no idea what the moral in this is.
--Be

♥ Love is in the Air O_o

People, today is a day of celebrations.
Why? Well it's quite obvious because today (pretend that it was five days ago) I got my laptop.
I'm so happy, I've been waiting forever and even though it's a cruddy one that I got for free from the school - I'm not complaining.
(In case you're wondering what I'm talking about everyone in Australia who is in a Government School in NSW gets a free laptop. I think it's genius!).

Gorgeous isn't he? His name is Kermit, I've decided to call him that because he's green. Haha.
*hugs laptop* oh dont you just adore technology. It's so smart and well, it has chess on it. I feel so sorry for the people in the oldern days who, if they wanted to play chess on the bus, had to get out a board with peices and get a million stares whilst they did so. Now I can play chess whenever I want, haha (expect for, you know, when I'm not allowed to play chess).

Tecnology = ♥

--Be

Be’s list of 'How-Not-To-Destroy-Your-Things'

I’ve noticed recently that people break their items pretty fast, I know for a fact that almost everybody in my maths class have dying calculators (or dead ones, thus owning well-conditioned new ones which will probably die within a year). While I still have the same calculator from the 7th grade. Today I was asked how come my calculator still works perfectly and that made me feel a need to write a post explaining a few simple steps on how not to kill your objects.

Step One: Don’t throw it, kick it, stomp on it or smash it against something else.
A pretty simple solution, but in case you never got taught by your mummies: if you smash something there is a highly likely change that it’s going to die.

Step Two: Don’t swear at it.
It has been scientifically proven that once you buy something and it becomes “yours” then they grow microscopic ears and can tell when you are swearing at it or calling it useless. Thus it would feel either extremely sad or angry and commit suicide.

Step Three: Don’t lend your objects to ANYONE.
This step basically explains itself, but just in case you didn’t get the message: if you lend someone your item it is obviously going to die (unless you lend me your items, I am very careful with other people’s objects and they will never die in my presence).

Step Four: If you place your object in a bag that does not mean it will be safe if you decide to then throw the bag off a cliff (or just kick it across the basketball court).
It is fair to say that other people love kicking other people’s bags, I don’t know why but it’s just the way of human life. To solve this sticky situation don’t leave your bag out of your sight and if someone does kick your bag or throws it off a cliff then you are allowed to scream, punch and kick them. You are also allowed to throw their bag off a cliff and throw it on a highway.

Step Five: Water and Electricity don’t mix.
Water and paper doesn’t mix either. Actually, you should try to keep most of your possessions away from water unless you are going to wash them, and unless you’re Stefanie Presland I doubt that you’re thumb drive will survive a swim with the washing.

Step Six: Be kind.
As I said in step 2# your objects have ears, if you are kind and gentle with it there is a highly likely chance that it won’t die.

Step Seven: Be careful where you put it.
Example: Don’t put your laptop on/in the: driveway, bathroom, under your pillow, under the leg of a table, on a bed unsupervised, in someone else room, on the dining room table, beside your dog’s water bowl, in the chicken coop, on the couch, next to/near a fish tank, next to/near your sibling, on the wet ground, on any ground, under your bed and basically under any object. Why? Because all of these give a highly likely chance that your laptop would be: squashed, stomped on, kicked, smashed in half, stolen (by your sibling, which is worse than a random criminal), wet, peed on, spider webbed, fallen to the ground and put somewhere you are not aware of.

Pretty obvious pointers and that brings me to the end of my list of ‘how not to destroy your things’. I could carry on the list but that would be boring and I can only make up 7 things. However, you can go online and buy my book: ‘how not to destroy your things’ for a bargain price of 50 000 000 000 000c.

Farwell my readers, and remember to give your computer a hug because it’s the reason your reading this now!

Sayonara,
--Be

Real-life Cartoon (not really, I cant think of a title)

School soon. On Tuesday to be precise but it's still the same. School. I'm dreading every minute of it; I don't want to go to school. I don't think anyone in their right mind would want to go to school - except for Lisa Simpson, of course, but then again I'm not yellow, eight-years-old, vegetarian and a genius!!!
Although I wouldn't mind being a genius even though I wouldn't exactly want to be a cartoon character anytime soon (unless I was on Pokemon, or any anime - come to think of it I would love to be a cartoon character. Just not on the Simpsons).

So as I was saying before being distracted: urg, groan school. But why do I want to talk about school when I still have a couple of days left of freedom?! That's insane, I'd much rather drone on about books, video games, dreaming and TV - the four things which make my life important.

Of course, TV wouldn't normally make my list of 'thing-which-make-my-life-important' because there's nothing good on TV anymore, but then again I love watching movies and taking notes from them for my books. Especially 'the Lord of the Rings'. I only just watched the trilogy and I feel as if I've been living under a rock all my life until just a few days ago when I finished it.
Crazy, I know who hasn't watched 'Lord of the Rings'?
(It's far to admit that probably all of you A) haven't watched it before and don't plan on doing so, B) watched it and found it dull, or C) watched some of it but never managed to sit through the entire 171 minutes).
But if you haven't watched it before and like a little fantasy, adventure and action then you should definitely try it out. Or, uh, comment saying 'sounds cool' while your secretly thinking 'bleh!'

So that's what I've been doing lately. Dreading school and watching movies. Not particularly interesting but it's better than a post about the 's' word.

See you around.
--Be

tNt dYNAMiTE

Hello to all my lovely readers, followers and any new visitors or anonymouses who might be reading. Hello All.
I know I haven’t been posting for a while, I’m usually just going to post every Friday/Thursday because I’m always trying to find something inspiring to write about, ‘cos no one really wants to hear/read the same thing over and over again, which would usually be me ratting on about Maths and then I’d label the post ‘School’ and then there’d be 50 ‘School’ labels. Which isn’t cool.
Anyway. What I have found entertaining (maybe, possibly, I think. . .) is that I’m gonna be going on a school excursion to Movie World (aka a theme park) tomorrow. Which is cool. I’m usually not bothered to go on my school’s excursions because they’re usually to Theme Parks and I’m a total wimp when it comes to *gulp* BIG RIDES. And if my friend’s try to drag me on there I’d kick and maybe not scream because I don't want people looking at me and thinking what mental institution did she break out of?
I’ll try to get lots of photos, which mainly means I’m going to have to go onto Facebook and copy them off my friend’s profile (if she takes any) because I’m not trusted with our camera because I’ll lose/break it. Which I can agree is fair because I lose/break things a lot. Well, mainly other people’s things, I like to keep my own nice and tidy, maybe, possible, sometimes.
Oohey, and I’ve also finished making my skirt in Textiles, which is awesome. Got a 29/30. Made me smile. And I watched Tinkerbelle, which wasn’t as bad and gay as I thought, actually a good movie. Hmmmmm.
So that wraps up my post. I’m going to go and find an interesting photo to put on. Here’s One!!!

I’m pretty much writing this on a hype, since I just ate a TNT (which is a sour ice block-a-me-giggy). Now I’ve got that AC/DC song stuck in my head. I don't like AC/DC. Happy Christmas! I can’t wait until Christmas/Jesus’ Birthday, I want to get a DS but I’m getting an expansion pack for Sims (2), which is still awesome, and I’ve got to wrap Hero up and put him under the tree for an added present :D What do you guys want/are getting for Christmas??

Have fun!
--βe

Egg-tastic!

Hey People! How are you? I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself because I lost my library card, and then when I was going to pay for a new one I turned around and found it on the TV Unit under all these candles. What good timing eh? And even though I knocked the candles over and almost broke a little statue cat and the TV I found my library card and managed to borrow those three CDs which I've been wanting to for a while!

Also, at school today I had to do a play for Shakespeare (stupid Shakespeare *shakes fist*) in front of the whole class. Awkward much? Well the play me and my friends did on 'Much Ado About Nothing' (what sort of title is that, anyway?) was pretty awkward, since we were at a ball in the play and we had to dance and stuff. I repeat, awkward. And then I had Science, and then I watched 'The Green Mile' because it was too wet to go fishing.
And yes, I can tell what your thinking, your thinking 'why would I care about what you did at school? I just got home from/finished school, and I like Shakespeare!' okay, that might not be particularly true. Everyone hates Shakespeare. And I'm only writing about school because I'm trying to conceal the fact that I have nothing to write about, hmm, maybe I shouldn't have told you that. . .

Well here's a random piccy to take your mind off things:



--Be

☺Sunny Side Up☺

Hello again People!

Don't worry, I've survived school (and if you weren't worried then shame on you) and the sun seems to have come back just in time for school, yay (note the sarcasm). But I guess that was pretty since my hair is terrified of the rain causing it to go ballistic, yay (note the missing sarcasm).

So, just because it was sunny, I thought it would be pretty cool to have a Photoshoot. I'm usually too lazy to go and do Photoshoots, and when I do I usually just dress up into something plain and normal, like what I wear every time I have to go somewhere (i.e. t-shirts, jeans and thongs (meaning flip-flops, not the other thong). But I felt creative so I got my mother's (yes, yo heard me, I borrow my mum's clothes) skirt and found an singlet (yes, with love hearts on them) and made a high-waisted outfit.
I feel so proud of myself!
Even though it's what everyone else wears when they go out. . .
I also got my pirate t-shirt with a tie. I love ties. They look so good with just about everything (okay, I'm just guessing that) and make any outfit have a touch of 'punk' and 'cool'. Sadly, this tie did nothing for my pirate t-shirt, but it was still 'cool'!

Urg, I've still got water in my ears from my PE lesson at the pool - and do I have to write about school in Every. Single. Post??!! I've just just realised that I'm subconsciously been doing that. Baah, go away!
So what are you guys doing on the weekend (just to get away from that subject)? I've got WORK!!!! How much fun, but then on Sunday I'm going to my friend's b'day party, yay! Can't wait to go to the beach and get more water in my ears, yay??

Well have a good weekend, even if you guys don't have a weekend coming up - just think of the future!

-βe

.B A C K T O T H E S T A R T.

Dear readers, this might be the last time I talk to you because, sadly I don't think I'll make it through the next week. You see because tomorrow. . . School Starts!! *sob*

Obviously the above is a joke, it would take waaaaaaaaay more than stupid, old school to get in the way of my blogging fanatics. But sadly half of the above is true because school does start tomorrow for South Hemispherers (well, for some it started last week or next week but that's irrelevant), ahh stupid keyboard! I hate this keyboard because it keeps missing keys, and it's noisy. Stupid keyboard *shakes fist*.
But luckily enough I got my Science homework finished just a few minute ago (Yay for me!) and now I am rewarding myself with Facebook, Blogger and Sims time while my family is out working (I get a day of Yay for me!).

Sadly it is still raining. Though it wasn't raining yesterday so I HAD to go to the beach markets (that's my job), but my sis and mum still have to go to the Sunday Markets because it's under cover. Arg, too lazy to go get the washing.

So, I'm always trying to post a least one photo per Be Post, but I have none to put on because I'm too lazy to go outside. But I'm sure I can fish up some random photo to past here somewhere. . . *goes looks*

There, isn't it just the cutest little creature ever??!!

Well, I'm going to play Sims. Cheerio my dear readers, and lets all pray I don't get school-disease, heard it's very fatal.

Be

.T H R O U G H T H E M Y S T E R Y D O O R.

It's finally the holidays (for us Southern Hemispherers). And even though it's only for two weeks it's basically like a little disguised blessing because, really, who doesn't love the holidays? (no school!)

This Monday I'm heading down to Sydney, I can't wait. Mostly just because I love the trains trips more than actually being there. They're just so relaxing and peaceful and I can just day-dream forever. . . But it kind of sucks since the trip will only be for two days, and the only reason we're going there is to see my mum's doctor to check if the lumps in her legs, which makes her not be ale to control her feet, have gotten bigger or not.
But still. We get to see our family and everything while we're down there and go on shopping trips in the huge plaza and get lost again (we ended up riding the elevators forever just to find the car park we came in from).

Oh! And before I end this post I must ask if you like my photoshoot? It's the first time I have ever done a fake photoshoot before for my blog. I think the theme is a mix-up of Asian and Nature (do you guys like the little make-up art I did on my eye?)

I just felt like doing a photoshoot since most of the blogs I know all do them - and really, they are just so much fun!

So people - if you don't do photoshoots you should definitely try it!

Even though I do look like a little kid in mine :P

Well I'm going to log off now so I can enjoy some sweet holiday time and watch 'the Tribe'. Aww, just remembered I have work tomorrow *sigh*. Peoples, NEVER get a job.

Cheerio - hoping you'll have an awesome holiday/weekend!

--Be

.C A N Y O U H E A R T H E B E L L S R I N G I N G.

Yesterday was probably the owner of the most interesting thing that I've ever seen happen in my gay-school.

Okay, so if you couldn't make sense out of that sentence this is what I meant to say: yestday something interesting finally happened!
Yes. Something interesing did happen - I ate a Tuna Sandwich for lunch.
Just kidding! There was a mini-fire at my cruddy school. It wasn't really epic but something entertaining because the fire/thing happened to be in the cooking room which I had cooking in at the moment!

There was heaps of gas in the room and the lights kept flicking on and off until one of the head teachers came and told us there was a electrical problem and that we needed to leave the room. Luckily she let us get our bags and stuff (because I am, actually, quite fond of my bag) and we just stood outside with the rest of the school waiting until the fire-people came and told us it was all safe.It was the most interesting thing that had happened since that guy 'came into the school with a gun' - which wasn't, actually, that long ago. Oh! And I also finished my 'Caddy' which we had to make in my Sewing class!

Here are some photos:

Do you like my tic-tac pin (material) box?

--Be

.A F E I L D, W I T H S U N F L O W E R S.

This is a story I had to write in English. It's suppose to be a 'horror' or whatever sort of story and the teacher thought mine was pretty cool so I thought I'd post it on here.
Oh! And if you like reading story blogs you have to check out my friend's blog:

wind Wishing

Finger's crossed the link worked. Anyway, check out the blog and here is the English story I wrote:

An owl shrieked in the distance, I could hear the clock strike midnight. But I wasn't afraid - well, that was what I kept telling myself as I crept down the gloomy street, making sure I stayed in the pool of light that each street lamp cast.
I knew I shouldn't look back - but I couldn't help it. I turned my head aand glanced over my shoulder and...
And I became instantly blinded by a bright, white light.
Squinting I rubbed my eyes and peered to see beyond the source of light to find a short, plump man weilding a baton and toothy grin.
Oh no. He was exactly what I had not hoped to see - especially tonight.
With a thudding heart I spun around and dashed towards the fence which surrounded the town.
I managed to clear the fence in a single bound, merely grazing my hands on it's sharp barbed wire. But that wouldn't stop me.
Keeping an iron grip on the package I ran, panting and freaked out, through the high field filled with innocent, watching sunflowers. I could hear the man behind me in hot pursuit, all the while he was yelling at me to 'stop!'
But soon the man's vouice was nothing but an echo in the distance.
With shaking hands I pulled the package from my coat and looked around for a safe place to rest.
Keeping low I managed to find a small cottage house smack bang in the middle of the sunflower feild. The cottage was badly rusted with broken windows, knocked down doors and a tattered roof. Even the walls looked like they were made of cardboard.
But oh well. It was better than making my way down the street, knowing I cant look back, but doing so anyway.
Silently I crept over to the house and opened the creaking door, hoping somone else hadn't beaten me to the little disguised sanctuary. But instead of finding a group of homless people (or anything worse), like I had expected, I came to see only darkness.
Creeping around I managed to find an overturned table and hid under it. I listened for a while - until I was sure I was alone - before I carefully unwrapped the package and gripped the glowing antidote close to my heart.
And, with one final prayer, I pressed the tiny vile to my lips and drank.

So. . . Do you like it? I'm putting this straight to my 'Stories' page, in case you wanted to know. Oh, and check out the blog mentioned above. It's a great blog.

By for now, not forever:

--Be

. R.I.P G Y P S Y

Yes! I've been going pretty well with posting often now! I'm proud of myself because before I would have just opened up a 'New Post' thing, write something random and then delete the whole thing because I cant think of anything that might be interesting enough to write about.

Anyway. I'm doing my Sewing assignment write now. I have to go to a country (Egypt! Whoop) (and I'm not really going to the country) and design clothes which I'd wear there.
I'm not really good at clothes designing and all - naturally I wouldn't even care for clothes and just wear my 'Whaling Sucks' top and shorts/jeans to a fancy dress party (ever heard of Tomb Raider?), but this really interested me.
Anyway, that's what I've been up to lately. A boring, sewing assignment which shouldn't even be spoken about in blog territory.


Oh yeah. One of my chickens, a leghorn named Gypsy, died today (image above).
It was kinda sad I guess. I didn't cry for her or even say goodbye when we threw her into the bush for the foxes or anything. I never really liked Gypsy, she was so mean to my darling Flower (named after Meerkat Manor queen) and she had really ugly eyes. But I was starting to like her when she was sick until she died.

So this is a R.I.P for little Gypsy the leghorn. May you rest in peace.
Oh, I'm also going on a strawberry frenzy. I love strawberries.

--Be

(P.S, gonna seriously start doing my Picture Missions again. . .)

What's Wrong With School?

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that this seems just like the sort of topic you would put for a speech on some gayy English assignment. And you’d be right.

So yeah, I’m forced to write a 2-3 minute speech on what’s wrong with school.

Which should be easy considering that everything is wrong with school. When ever is there not something wrong with school? But the teacher said no going on and on about having to do speeches and assignments, that I have to make it interesting—which, frankly, I suck at. I suck at making things interesting SO BAD.

So I thought I’d write the topic down here and hope that it makes things easier for the speech (which it obviously won't), but I’m not going to go on for the rest of the post about why I think school is gay because that’s a big no-no in blog world.

So I made a Pros and Cons list about what I thought about school.


Pros


1. You make friends there
2. You communicate with other people
3. You learn things
4. Without school we might be pretty dumb
5. The canteen might sell yummy foods (unless you go to my school)

And then there’s the Cons. . .

Cons


1. It’s school
2. Most people have to suffer 6-7 hours of it
3. You’re forced to do things like speeches
4. If you hate someone you have to see them everyday at school
5. Everyone can think of far better things to do than go to school
6. It includes Maths
7. And English
8. It’s apparently illegal to wag or skip school without being sick or what-not
9. People bash you up at school
10. If you have no friends you’re a freak
11. Your put into “stereotypes” (usually ones you disagree with)
12. It’s most likely to get enemies at school
13. Sometimes you have to do Geography
14. And other subjects that you really disagree with
15. If a teacher hates you they have full permission to make your school-life hell
16. You get headaches
17. It’s boring
18. Some classroom smell like pee and are crowded with spiders and you’re still forced to sit in them
19. Most people are afraid of Spiders
20. I hate spiders
21. They creep me out
22. My A.G classroom is filled with spiders
23. So is my house


So yes, 5 pros and a massive 23 cons. Although I could have exceeded the cons WAY more than 23 it would have been boring to read and everyone would have already known all of the cons.

Okay, so I guess I have to get back to my speech and unfortunately I can’t just deliver this post and be done with it.

Sigh, if only school was a giant Blogger world.

Eww....


--βe

Die Beach Boys, Die!

Lowdown: One student. One 75 minute music lesson. One Beach boys CD. One day of hell


I hate the Beach Boys SO much.

The only reason I would actually bring them back to life is to murder them again. They don't know anything about rock music (what is Surf Rock anyway?) and they have the most horrible voices and musical talent In the Entire World.

And saying this is HUGE for me because that means that they are even worse than the Jonas Brothers.

I also hate Music (the subject, not music, music).

One because I hate the teacher who teaches Music, and two because I cant play an instrument, man, I cant even play the glockenspiel (that is sad true).

But on days that I actually do like Music is when we usually watch Movies about the beginnings of rock music (*shudders*, Jerry lee Lewis), which isn't that bad although their always disgusting.

Today we were doing question sheets on the Beetles and other British (are the beach boys British?) musicians when the hate-able Teacher scurried in holding a Beach Boys CD and decided to play it for the rest of the lesson.

The good news was that we were allowed out to sit and play the guitars when we had finished the sheet - the BAD news was that when I had finished the sheet my friends were still on question 3.

So being the nice person I am I gave them my book thinking that they would share it between both of them, but just coming out of a fight I was wrong and it when from Friend 1# who then left me and gave the book to friend2#.

That's the tragic tale about how I ended up being stuck listening to the Beach Boys when I could have been outside cutting the skin off my fingers on the guitars.

And my friends aren't very fast writers.

And now I'm going to murder the Beach Boys.

If I promise not to kill you can I have a hug?

I hate Geography especially our Geography teacher who makes us write too much and use our brains.

So I was happy when he announced that we would watch a movie so O just sat there talking with my friend and drawing whilst we watched a documentary called 'The McLibel Trail'.

I wasn't interested but then they came to a part about animal cruelty which I am VERY against. Anyway, in the documentary they showed how they tortured the chickens by cooking them alive with no head and kept them in tiny little cages.

But what caught my attention was a bunch of tiny baby chickens being hurled down a tube and into a box where they were smashed and killed.

It was horrible, the innocents chickens looked like they had no idea what was going on just to have this huge thing smash onto them and then they got fed to the older chickens because they are called 'left overs'.

After watching that I am not going ANYWHERE near McDonalds food and I have vowed to become a vegetarian.

Lets just see how long this lasts.