Shake Up Christmas - Train

Ah, another Christmas has come and gone, leaving behind heartwarming gifts, happy faces, full bellies, and wrecked living rooms. On this side of the world, at least.

We had Christmas on Tuesday and it was awesome. Our internet was down for the past few days though. *shrugs*

After brunch and the ever so lengthy picture taking process, we opened presents. Watching the family open their gifts is always a unique experience because you know you’re only interested in their reaction to YOUR gifts. Seeing the surprise and joy on their faces should be an exhilarating encounter, no matter who gave them their favorite presents.

Moving on, my family got me a bunch of Ukrainian things to remind me of home when I’m back in the States. I also got a few of games. Board games, outdoor games, and video games, my favorite of which is an ultimate collection of Command and Conquer games. Stress relief for next semester? Sounds like it.

There were even a few ISC items thrown in.



Speaking of ISC, I started making another video a few days ago. It’s been far too long since I’ve made a vid, so I’m happy to be working on one again. Here comes the twist, this video is focused on Shard, Hanna’s evil self. I’ve wanted to make one for her probably ever since I made one for Hanna. Now if only someone would turn ISC into an actual movie so I’d have something to work with. I dislike having to scrounge around for parts of video clips that make so sense. Then again, if ISC gets turned into the atrocity Eragon was, I’d rather not have anything at all. Ah well, I work with what I’ve got.

Last night, we had Christmas music playing and the song “The Night Santa Went Crazy” came on. My sister started putting Hanna’s name in place of Santa. So of course, I got my laptop, looked up the lyrics, and we started rewriting. The final product? An ISC song with as many references as there are scene switches.

Dedicated to the many random moments we coauthors have had, the song itself being the product of two sleep-deprived coauthors. Couldn’t have done it without you, Tang.

Introducing:

The Night Hanna Went Crazy

Down in the clocktow’r the CS fulfilled their plans
They had Hanna and DJ within their evil hands
Then the boss busted in, nearly scared ‘em half to death
He leaned closest to Hanna and said in whispered breath,
“Killed your boyfriend named Lui. You’d be proud how he died.
He begged me for mercy,” the boss said as he lied.
And Hanna just stood there with blood in her eyes
Said, “I just turned into Shard - now you’re all gonna die.”

The night Hanna went crazy
The night the world felt her pain
Realized she'd been given the raw deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in her brain

Well, the clocktow’r is gone now, she decided to ditch it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Brady and Cryptic
And she tied up poor Isaac, held the Legoman hostage
And she ground up poor Shiva into dragon sausage
She got Ace and Naomi with an old German Luger
And she slashed up Jester just like Freddy Krueger
And she picked up a flamethrower and she barbecued Talon
And she took a big bite and said "It tastes just like falcon."

The night Hanna went crazy
The night coauthors went nuts
Now, ya can't hardly walk around Thorae
Without steppin' in character guts

There’s the chance that Christina could make Hanna cry
But then Hanna, she started to scream,
“I don’t want no frozen pizza or pie!”
And her darkness was flying, kept goodness from rising
And everyone’s dying to know - "Oh Hanna, why?
Why, why, why, why, why, why – why’d you date such a wimpy guy?”

Antarctica, now Hanna’s doing time
In a subzero prison for her infamous crime
Hey little Abby, don't you cry no more tears
She'll be out on good behavior in seven hundred more years.

But now Misty’s in therapy, and DJ’s still nervous
And the Others got jobs working for the postal service
And they say EDJ’s on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights.
ISC

The night Hanna went crazy
The night the coauthors flipped
April Fool’s had them killing the weirdos
Sounds to me like sides were tired of getting switched

Wo, The night Hanna went crazy
The night the world felt her pain
Realized she'd been given the raw deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in her brain
Wo, Somethin' finally must've snapped in her brain
Tell ya, somethin' finally must've snapped in her brain.

My Grown Up Christmas List - Kelly Clarkson

Did I worry you? No? Not even a little? Thought not.
It’s been nice being home again. Feels like I never left. My mother told me to “make myself at home.” Though she was probably kidding, that was the only part of the whole homecoming that made me feel foreign in my own home. Some things have changed, some things have not. The apartment is still standing, pretty much the same way I left it 7 months ago. There were new faces as well as old ones to welcome me home. Most of the customs are the same. A few new ones were put in place to make up for my absence. I no longer have a dish day. I suppose I should be happy about that, but I still manage to sneak in and do the dishes when I can. Washing the dishes is probably the only chore I have grown to love through sheer persistence. My siblings are just as annoying as always and I love them for it. A month is too short a time to be home.
There are certainly a few things I’ll have to adjust to, or at the very least put up with until I head back.

For instance, we now have a dog. I’m not really a dog person. It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s that I’ve never really been around them. I’ve had a cat for 12 years, what can I say? I’m still learning how to react to the cute little ball of fur.
Several times Joey, the dog, has hopped into my lap and started licking me. My reaction? “ACK! Save me! Get him off me! Help!”
As long as he quits licking me, I think we’ll be fine. I'm still not used to calling him Joey either. I'll usually call him puppy. There have been a few times where he'll walk into the room and I'll say, " 'ello, poppet." He's cute, just a little more energetic than I'm used to.

Due to all the events going on, we’ve postponed Christmas for a few days. No one here really minds, primarily because we just put the tree up yesterday. The house is still being decorated, but we have the Christmas music playing. Nonetheless, it’s still Christmas to many people. So Merry Christmas! Happy gift-giving, gift-getting, fruitcake-eating, caroling, and all the other traditional things people do on such and such a holiday. My favorite holiday was always Christmas. As I got older, it became more about the family time and snow than it was about actually getting the gifts. I enjoy making other people happy.

Heh, all I wanted for Christmas was to be with my family again. I’ve missed them. I've missed the random debates and crazy adventures. Just last night, I had a 30 minute conversation/friendly argument with my youngest sibling about which brother is better: Luigi or Mario. Today, Christy and I witnessed a creepy red light hovering over the ground in the distance when we took Joey out at night. Then I saved my sisters from a spider. Good times, good times.

As it turns out, I was probably on one of the last planes that made it out of Paris before they had to cancel all their flights. I'm glad I got home when I did. I'm thankful for my family.

~ Never Alone ~

Lights - Journey

Wow, what a trip. Incredible. I wouldn’t have believed it if it didn’t just happen.

So Saturday I get to the airport only to find out that my flight to Amsterdam is cancelled. Thankfully, I was immediately rerouted through Atlanta and Paris, due to arrive home at around 11:45 Sunday morning. I found the situation rather ironically typical. A two-hour drive to get to the airport three hours in advance after hours of meticulous packing to be sure the baggage was underweight and two nights of restless sleep. And did I panic? I think not. I was unusually calm about it all. In fact, I found it rather humorous. It was almost a typical “I’ll be home for Christmas…not” kind of story. Freshman year of college, first time flying alone, parents are in another country, and I’m rerouted through Paris (which only my family will know the horrors behind). Oh yeah, I was smiling. I’m telling you, I was far more worried about my luggage being over the weight restrictions and my parents’ reaction to the news than I was about the flight being cancelled.

The interesting thing is, major events don’t faze me in the least. It’s all the teensy, tiny issues that cause me to stress out and eventually break. For example, I’ll tell people I’m afraid of heights, but to be more specific, it’s the falling part that I’m afraid of... Along with the kersplat at the end, but that’s beside the point. The dark has no hold on me, I can be enveloped in it and not be afraid. It’s the things IN the dark that get to me. With roller coasters, it’s more the “my world just got yanked out from under me” feeling than it is the speed. While we’re on the topic of fears, excruciatingly loud and very sudden noises terrify me. I only fear balloons because of their potential for evil. Give me a horror movie like Evil Dead or some zombie movie over The Ring any day. Wow, severely off topic. Back on track.

Airplanes. Take off kills me every time. Touchdown is probably my favorite part of the whole flight, besides the flying itself. The part that really gets to me is the ear popping business. I’m ok with my ears popping in the plane as long as they pop back once the flight’s over. I got really, really stressed out last time we came to the states together and the main issue that irked me to my breaking point was that my ears hadn’t popped. There was just this ringing and I couldn’t hear what anyone said to me and I couldn’t feel my ears. See? Details. With major events such as moving from home, going to a whole new environment, and airline troubles, I’m more worried about how my parents will react. Off topic again.

Where was I? Ah yes, flight got cancelled and I was almost laughing while trying to convince the people who brought me to the airport that I was going to be just fine. I ended up staying the night at an elder’s house with a friend of mine. Did I know these people? Nope. Never met them before in my life. Did things work out? They most certainly did. The people were especially nice and I was able to get a good night’s rest.

“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose.” ~ Romans 8:28

Do you believe it? I do.

Had it not been the Lord who was on our side... ~ Psalms 124

So, I get up at about 6:30 Sunday morning and head over to the airport about an hour later. I get checked in and past security without any difficulty. I grab a sandwich, find my gate, and chill for a good 2 hours (DS came in handy). Guess what! My flight was delayed. Not to worry though, it was only delayed about 20 minutes. I make it to Atlanta a little late, but still manage to navigate between terminals and get to my Paris flight on time. In fact, it was the last call for the flight. Here’s the fun part. Because they rerouted my cancelled flight, I’m placed in business class on this flight. Having never flown anything higher than economy, I think, “Ok, I’ve always wanted to sit up here.” My seat is in the very second row. I sit down and go, “Whoa … this is actually pretty comfy.” I then discover business class has a full 3 course meal with more than two options. My first thought? “They have MENUS?!?! :O ” I place my bag on the floor and still have plenty of room to stretch my legs. In fact, I can’t even reach the seat in front of me without leaning over and reaching for it. I’m not used to so much space. They had mini water bottles, hot towels, assorted nuts (pecans and cashews), actual glass drinking glasses, and they had real silverware with two forks and three different knives. When dinner came along, I had tomato and basil soup, salad, steak, and ice cream for dessert. Now that I think about it, I feel more like the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Anyway, if you thought it couldn’t get any better, guess what one of the movie options on the individual TV screen was.

*allows a moment for suspense*

Inception. ^_^

*continues reciting the adventure*

They served a breakfast that consisted of cereal, yogurt, fruit, croissants, and orange juice. The cereal left much to be desired, but the croissants were actually pretty good. Just as we were starting to descend, the man who sat beside me the entire flight decided to start a conversation. Turns out, he was on his way to Germany. He had a flight to Amsterdam that was cancelled the day before and they rerouted him through Paris.
Intrigued yet? He certainly was with my end of the conversation.

Anyway, the plane landed and I made my way to the last connecting flight on my list. The Paris airport was a little harder to navigate, only because the gate on my ticket said 2E and the gate they were directing me to was E28. Either way, I ended up at the right gate, but not before having to pass anther security check. The lady nailed me for having a water bottle from the last flight, but not for having a sandwich. Logically, there shouldn’t be that much of a difference between deadliness, or lack thereof. *shrugs* Then again, I tend to question a lot of people’s logic. I could just be really tired… I mean, have you noticed how many times I’ve gotten sidetracked from the tale? Yeah. Go figure.

Security check, there we are. I was happy to hear Russian again, even if it was only the people in line in front of me going on the same flight. It’s only at the gate does Paris start looking familiar. Truth be told, the only thing I can remember about Paris from previous trips is a lot of running and watching our plane take off without us… after they held it for us. Good times.

Back to the story. I got on the plane, but there didn’t seem to be very many people on it. They eventually filtered in, but there were still plenty of open seats. This was the roughest flight I had, solely because it was a never-ending cycle of drifting off to sleep and waking up a few seconds later. I kind of regretted then that I didn’t even try to get any rest on the flight before. Probably not the smartest move I made that day.

Rough flight, but I only remember bits and pieces of it. I think we sat in the airplane for over an hour waiting for the snow to let up before we could take off. I just remember being interrupted by the flight attendant and the guy in the window seat: washcloth, bathroom, breakfast, and luggage. I couldn’t really relax either cause the guy who sat behind me had long legs. As anyone knows, economy class and long legs don’t mix well for anyone. I think the main issue was that my mind pretty much just turned off for the rest of the flight. I’m fairly good at being able to be fully awake and alert when the time calls for it, after that my mind goes numb. Take the Acts final, for example. I almost fell asleep before the test, but during the test I was wide-awake. Course… maybe the candy and cookies had a little help in that. After the test though, I was totally out of it...

Back on track. I was out of it for that flight. I guess my mind thought its job was done, considering this was the last flight I had to worry about. By the time we landed, I had enough energy back to make it past the last stretch. -5 Celsius cold and snow galore greeted me as I got off the plane and rode the bus to the terminal. The very last obstacle was the agent behind the passport/visa counter. That was a little weird, but I made it through. You think the adventure’s over? Not hardly. I get out and look around for any sign of my mother. Not there. I wait. Then I get the brilliant idea to go over to another terminal. What I was not aware of were the various changes made to the airport while I’ve been gone. Apparently, all the arrivals are located in the terminal directly opposite from the main terminal. Thinking my mother would go to the main terminal first, I brave the snow and tote my luggage through the vast parking lot to I know what you’re thinking: “Brave the snow? But you’re from there. You ‘re used to snow and ice.” Technically, yes, I am. But I’m used to facing the snow wearing a lot more than jeans, tennis shoes, a jersey over a long sleeved shirt, and a jacket made more for looks than practicality.

So yes, I was cold. And tired. And sore by the time I got to the other side. What should I find but that departures now flood the area where arrivals once stood. Realizing that was probably the worst move to make, I turned around and went back. No working phone to call my parents, no national currency, no free internet access, and no way I’m going out in the cold again without a decent plan. What did I do while I waited for my parents to come find me? Read the Bible and wrote this post.
If you’re reading this: A. my parents found me and brought me home, B. I somehow managed to hack into the airport wifi, or C. someone stole my computer yet was nice enough to post this for me. Options A and B are looking pretty good right now.


“You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger.” ;)

Journey to the Past – Anastasia Soundtrack

Ah, so close, and yet so far away.

Tis still a long, long, way from home.

Yesterday, I woke up early, 6 or 7ish, and said goodbye to my future roomie. Then I fell back asleep, woke up late, sold the rest of my books, and had lunch.
I got to drive around with epic nerds and just as epic music. I thoroughly enjoyed that trip. ^_^
After I got back, I spent most of my time packing.
I had the beautiful opportunity to help two friends in need, one with finding a ride and the other with moving heavy/awkwardly shaped objects from one dorm to another.
I then got to see parts of 3 different movies from 3 different dorms, Scott – Up, Bradfield – Despicable Me, Dixon – Ponyo. And we had cake. ^_^

I can think of no other way to spend the last full day here.
Well, I probably could, but why spoil blessing with wishful thinking?

This morning I got up early and finished packing before I went to breakfast.
Ugh, breakfast… it shall be the death of me one of these days. It doesn’t matter what it is, how much of it I eat (or how little), or what time I eat it. I detest breakfast. Call it the most important meal of the day if you will, I’ll hold out for lunch.

After calling my parents, I finished organizing, cleaning, and packing. That last part was only a hassle because of the evil flight restrictions. Pack, weigh, repack, weigh, repack, weigh, repack, weigh. Now to head off to the airport. It’ll be just like old times… only with less family… a lot less family…

I believe it’s time for me to fly.

Who says you can’t go home? – Bon Jovi

Wow, what a week.

After a full half-week of exhaustion, my mind is now officially on vacation.

Monday I had an English final at 8 in the morning and an Algebra final in the afternoon.
Algebra totally killed my brain cells for the rest of that day. I almost walked into a parked car. Later that day, someone said something about having a good Monday and I sat there for a good ten seconds thinking, “…Monday? …What’s today?” I eventually ended up taking a nap, which anyone who knows me knows I detest naps for no known logical reason. >_>

Random moment:

While studying for my speech final that night, I came across this quote:

“You cannot make yourself feel something you do not feel, but you can make yourself do right in spite of your feelings.” ~ Pearl S. Buck

Ironic.

Anyway, Tuesday went exceptionally well. I actually enjoyed the speech and programming finals. I found a note in the mail that was written in Russian, which increased my day by another level of awesome. I was able to sell a few of my textbooks. Of course, it was only a fraction of the price I bought them at, but hey I got knowledge and money both out of them, I can’t complain.

Wednesday, ah that was an interesting day… So, I get up and take my History final at 8:30. I then have an Acts of the Apostles final. I was about to fall asleep just before that final. You know what saved me? Cookies. Music. Candy. It was just enough to get me past that last final. Not long after that, I spent the next 4 hours somewhat dazed. I dislike not being able to think properly, course I ignore the obvious logical solution: go to bed. Thankfully, my future roomie saved me from oblivion long enough for me to help her move the rest of her stuff to my room, go to services, and continue moving.

*flashback*

*finishes moving stuff*
Roomie: *sits on bed* Ow, your bed is hard.
Me: I like it that way. *blank look* ...Is it supposed to be softer?
Roomie: A rock is softer.
Me: *blinks* ...oh...

*end flashback*

I’m telling you, sleep depravity kills. >_>
I’m going to have to sleep in tomorrow if I expect to survive the 13 hours of travel time.

I can’t wait to get home. It’s been fun, but I am soooo ready for a break.
…now I’m just repeating myself… *shrugs*

"Been there, done that, I ain’t looking back."

~ Savvy

Home Sweet Home – Motley Crue

Finals are upon us all.

Ok, so not really upon everyone who reads this, but close enough.

I should be worried, but I’m relaxing. I should be stressed, but I’m chilling. I should be frenzied, but I’m… pacing.
Pacing: one of my favorite hobbies when I’m deep in thought.

My mind has been on shutdown today ever since my last class. Thus, I know I won’t be able to get any profitable studying in, yet I detest sitting idle for too long.

After dinner, I explored the art building for the first time, watched Home Alone for the tenth time, ran across an open field and mostly deserted street, watched people play video games, played video games with them, paced both inside and outside the dorm lobby, and started writing two new songs.

Yeah, I’m fairly certain I’m just sleep deprived at this point. At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. Oh, how I miss home. I can’t wait to go back. Not to say I don’t like it here, but home is where the heart is.

Earlier in the semester, the ever so rare breaks were closer to Everybody’s Working For The Weekend, but now I’m ready for an actual chance to Drift Away.

Hey, it could happen.


~Always Hope~

Never Going Back To Ok - The Afters

Hah, finally found some time. Well, I made some time really. It probably wouldn’t hurt to go over my notes again, but this has been on my to do list for a while. Such a thing should not have to go on a to do list, I know, but time escapes me.

So, school has come back with a vengeance. It won’t be too long now.
After a much needed break, I’m ready to get back to work. Yet at the same time, I’m ready to be done with this semester.

I’ve noticed how school has a way of severely limiting randomly creative productivity. I’ve had less time to draw or write. I think I’ve only drawn two pictures the whole time I’ve been here, which is sad. I was able to manage in a word war though. 800 something words in an hour. Talk about losing my touch.

I packed up my piano for Thanksgiving break and haven’t bothered to get it out again, considering it’s only going to be packed again in a couple weeks. I’ve only been able to practice when I make the time for it, usually when I need a productive stress reliever. Interestingly, that has been a fairly rare occurrence. Either way, one of my many locations of refuge has a piano and is just across the street from my dorm. Convenient? I’d say so.

A lot of stuff has been going on around campus. “Important” stuff. So important, I miss half of it. Like the SS people on the rooftops that I totally missed. My excuse? It was a busy day and I wasn’t looking for them. Yeah, I think I’ll stick with that. :P

Ah well, finals are coming up pretty soon. This shall be a very interesting next couple of weeks...


~ Savvy

Toss the Feathers - The Corrs

HAH! I knew I had a more recent version of the last excerpt, so I did a little digging and found it.

The final edit might be some mix of the two. I think I've got a lot more description in the second one. Ah well, read them both and tell me what you think.



~~~~~ Out of the Frying Pan: Edited ~~~~~


“What… what do you want?!?” Sheila tried hiding the fear in her voice. “Like I said,” the gruff man replied, “we’re taking you with us!” He stepped closer. “Stay away from us!” She took a step back. “Listen, girlie!” snapped the evil man. “I’m taking ya’ll and I don’t care if you like it or not!” Sheila continued backing away, but bumped into something. She glanced around and saw she was trapped; cornered between the wall and the stove. She looked back at her attacker, her eyes wide with fear. “No where to go, eh?” he sounded as if he could read her very thoughts. “Well, I guess you’re outa luck! Hahaha!” his laugh was deep and sickening. Sheila’s mind raced with panic. This large, coldhearted guy was determined to take her and her siblings, but she was paralyzed with fear. They heard a voice from the back of the cabin. “Get away from her!” Liam dashed forward and tried to tackle the menace. Before he could even reach him, one of the other thugs grabbed him and threw him to the ground. “What are you trying to pull here, kid?!” The big man mocked Liam as Sheila watched with widened eyes. She tried to scream, but her voice failed her. Liam tried to get up, but was hit in the face by a minion’s fist. Liam fell back to the floor with blood spilling from his nose. “You can’t stop us, kid!” He tried to get up a third time; he jumped to his feet and ran toward the leader of this merciless band. Liam pushed past the first menace and had just about reached his target when the second brut punched him in the stomach. Liam slid to the ground; his eyes squeezed shut with pain. “Hah! Let that be a lesson to ya!” The man and all his friends laughed long and hard. Liam had fought so hard to help, but was knocked down every single time. Seeing her brother lying on the floor in agony caused a fire to burn inside Sheila. She was angry, enraged that these vicious men had come in here and attacked her brother for attempting to save her. She was furious! She glared at her enemy, who was still laughing at Liam. With fury like no other, Sheila grabbed the handle of the heavy iron skillet behind her with both hands and swung it at her opponent’s thick head. It hit him just as he was turning around to face her. The evil man fell to the ground screaming in anguish. The other two men froze in shock as they stared at her. She wielded the skillet in both hands as some sort of bladed weapon, her newfound confidence evident through her glaring, fiery eyes. She raced toward the enemy and swung the deadly frying pan at the first man’s head. He swerved just in time to avoid the assault. Sheila changed directions and swung at the other ruffian. He was not as swift and got hit in the side with the heavy pan. The first man snatched Sheila from behind and lifted her into the air, the skillet falling from her hands. “Let me GO!!!” She screamed as she kicked furiously in an effort to get away. Her wild thrashing eventually caused the man to let go of his hold. She dropped to the ground and made a mad dive the pan. Just as she grasped the handle and stood up, she was hit by a powerful blow. She fell to the ground almost instantly, blood slowly oozing from the back of her throbbing head. “Get the kids!” The big man glared at her from above. “What about her?!” whined the wounded underling. Their criminal leader apparently understood his subordinates’ biased sense of justice. “Leave her to die!” With that reply, he stormed from the cabin. The minions took the children captive and followed. The last thing Sheila heard before her vision faded to black were little Tulia’s cries.

Last Rose of Summer - Celtic Woman

So, I decided to let ye all read some of one of my stories, Irish Rose.
Because most of my creative energy goes into writing Ice Sword Chronicles, this story is among many left on the back burner.

Though maybe I can convince you to see diamond in the rough.

I started writing this novel about 4 years ago, though I stopped soon after. I just started really writing again last November.
One of my dreams is to actually finish and get this book published. I'm a long way off, considering I haven't fully written the rough draft yet, but I'm getting there.

I'll let you read some info on it then an excerpt.

Motive: I first decided to write this book to prove that I could write a story just as good as, if not better than, Eragon. As time passed, I was more focused on creating and completing a work of art that I hoped would be enjoyed and appreciated by others.

Summary: Sheila Gallowglass undertakes the challenge of moving her siblings across the war-torn country with the hope of reuniting with their parents. However, this task proves to be more difficult than she imagined.

Setting: American Civil War, early 1860’s


Excerpt:

~~~~~ Out of the Frying Pan ~~~~~


“What… what do you want?” Sheila backed away from the gruff men. Three more shoved past Elisabeth into the small cabin. “We’re here to take you and the rats to trial for helping a runaway slave!” the leader spat. “She’s not a slave!” Elisabeth said, clearly infuriated. “Ain’t she now? I guess we’ll just have to see about that!” With those words, the thugs slowly moved in to capture her young siblings. The leader of this hoard of villains made his way to Sheila. “Stay away from us.” her weak reply only caused him to laugh. She knew she needed to stop them, but she only continued backing away from the invaders. Sheila glanced behind herself when she bumped into the wall. She had backed right into a corner between the wall and the stove. Filled with fear, she looked back at the evil man. Sheila knew she was trapped and so did her kidnapper. “Nowhere to go, huh?” he sneered as he edged closer. “Get away from her!” Liam dashed forward in an effort to save his sister. Before he could reach his target, one of the ruffians lifted him into the air and threw him to the ground. Liam landed on his back with a loud thump. The leader turned to Liam, a deep sickening laugh emanating from his throat. “What are you trying to pull here, kid? You can’t stop us!” With fury in his eyes, Liam hopped to his feet and made a mad dash for the man. He shoved past the first two minions, but another one hit Liam in the face so hard it knocked him back down to the floor. Liam stayed down, blood spilling from his nose and his eyes squeezed shut with pain. The heinous man laughed even harder. All the men in the group laughed with him. They all mocked Liam and his attempt to protect his sister. Sheila couldn’t stand seeing Liam defeated and lying on the floor in anguish. With the evil men’s laughter ringing in her ears, Sheila took hold of the heavy iron skillet sitting on the stove. “Get out!” With a mighty swing, Sheila hit the leader just as he turned back to face her. Howling in pain, he fell to the floor clutching his bleeding head. Stunned, the kidnappers ceased their advancement. Brandishing the frying pan as a sword, Sheila charged to the closest thug and swung again. This man had to swiftly scramble out of the way to avoid the oncoming attack. Sheila changed directions and flew at the next man. Not being able to move quickly enough, he caught the blow of the heavy pan with his side. With fire in her eyes, she pressed the assault. Just as she brought the pan down in another heavy swing, a pair of arms grabbed her from behind and lifted her into the air. Caught by surprise, Sheila dropped her makeshift weapon and heard it clatter on the wooden floor. “Let me go!” Screaming, she thrashed her legs in an effort to get away. Her violent struggling caused her captor to lose his hold. She deftly landed on both feet and made a dive for the skillet. Just as she turned around, she felt a sudden crash to the back of her head. She crumpled to the floor, blood dripping from her head. The cruel leader of the gang of kidnappers glared at Sheila’s unconscious form. “Get the rats!” Only one subordinate was fooling enough hesitate in carrying out the command. “What about her?” His timid question evoked even more rage from his livid boss. “Leave her to die!” he spat out with hate. Sheila could still hear Tulia’s cries as her vision faded to black.

Unwritten - Natasha Beddingfield

*Content sigh*
At last, some free time. Course, it' not really free. I just have less to do every day.
I feel like writing again.
Or playing some KH.
Or drawing yet another picture of Hanna.
AH! I've got it! I should work on editing ISC! Yeah. That's what I should do.
In any case, I've got time and inspiration. Creativity can't be far behind. <_< >_>

*thinks* I should have a word war...

*yawns* ...or sleep... I could use more sleep... I'm going to need it fairly soon...

Bah, forget that. I feel like writing!

I don't care if my notes are in the other room, I'm writing without them!

Hmm... where to start...

Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson

I've never been a big fan of change. Sure, I like variety, but stability and I go a long way back. I like some things to stay the way they are. Other things I'm just fine with changing.

Moving to college? Bring it on.

Extra schoolwork? Oh, how I've missed thee.

Meeting new people? Sure, just watch your approach.

American swing-sets? I'm tempted to tear one down and rebuild it my way...

Calling someone other than my mother "Mama"? ...I'll get back to you on that.


This has been the season of change. Ever since I got here, life has been a roller coaster of events. I haven't been able to pull off an all-nighter, simply because I've been too exhausted to. How I miss homeschooling. Time was never exactly on my side, but now it's attacking in full force.

Then there's the emotional drama involved. Ick, I never thought of myself as being very girly. "A tomboy at heart," I say. Jeans, mud, four-wheelers, woodworking, programming, plumbing, video games, rock climbing, heated debates over which hero is better. (Btw, Batman wins. Every time.) Let's face it, romantic conversations have never appealed to me. 9 out of 10, I'm hanging out with the guys. One of my hobbies is actually making fun of the sappy chick flicks I'm forced to watch.

Logic has been my best friend since I can remember. After all, "The melodies of logic must always play out the truth." Right?

Right..... not.

Anyway, yeah... none of the girls I know love logic the way I do. Some come close, but...
I say "Computer Engineering" and they say "....Wow, I'm glad you can do that because that's over my head." *facepalm*
Then there are the others who say, "Oh, you're one of THOSE people..."

Well, I must have picked the right major because I seem to be doing exceedingly well in my programming class. I started an assignment before the teacher finished telling us what to do. Course I was the first to finish. This isn't the first time that's happened. Hopefully, it won't be the last. Hopefully, the class isn't just really easy and I won't find myself struggling with the other computer classes next semester. Always Hope.

Wow, now I'm just rambling. Evil fatigue. Ah well, my time of rest shall come. Thanksgiving break. Christmas break. Either way, I need a vacation. In some ways, I want my old life back. Things were so much simpler then. But... that's not what life is about... is it? Of course not. No one would ever grow if they stayed in the same place all their lives.

Fire it up - Thousand Foot Krutch

Well, I decided to kick off this blog with a little bit of everything.

First off, life. Yesterday we went to the heath department to get our immunization records updated. Thankfully, I didn’t have to have any shots, but my siblings did. They called Beck first. Mama went with her as she disappeared behind the doors of the waiting room. TeaJay, the youngest, was called next. I decided to be the supportive older sister and go with her. Trouble was, she was dead set on not leaving that room. I tried pulling her along as the nurse watched. I eventually just picked her up and carried her into the examination room. She made it perfectly clear she wasn’t going to cooperate. In an effort to get away, she actually kicked me in the jaw while I was carrying her. After I set her down, the nurse started asking me a few questions concerning the shot record. I told her I didn’t know and that she should ask my mother because I was just TeaJay’s sister. I actually have to tell a few people she’s my sister because they mistake me for her mother. I won’t tell you how disturbing that thought is. Not because of my sister, but because we’ve gotten to a point in this country where the connection is common. Anyway, that’s not where I was planning on going with this post. The nurse went to see my mother and I headed back to the waiting room where I played a game of scrabble with my father. I was doing a pretty good job of keeping up with, and even exceeding, his score. Until TeaJay came back, that is. Then she terrorized me to no end and I lost the game. The rest of my siblings got their shots taken care of. Christen was anxious to see how many shots she would get. She actually wanted to have more than everyone else. She only had to have two though. The twins got the most, five shots each. Bro came in with a whopping three…which he still won’t let us forget.

After that was all cleared up, we went to a music store and got a power adapter and stand for my piano. Those will both come in handy. My awesome baby grand keyboard takes six batteries. When I first played it, we had to scrounge for charged batteries. Of course, the only batteries we had then were from the camera. The sound comes out pretty distorted when it’s running on dying batteries. The last time I played my piano, I was sitting on an inflatable mattress with the piano on a bookshelf just high enough to be too high to play properly. Like I said, the cord and stand will come in handy. XD

We then stopped at a McKay’s store we happened to see while driving home late one night. I love books, if only I had the time to read all the ones I have. We picked up a few of the books outside the store. One of which I wanted to get when I saw it back in Savannah GA. Now I have it for free, so that was cool. After my mother told us to meet back in half an hour, I immediately hit the young adult fantasy section. I admit I was searching solely for books I heard of through the Underground. At www.heedtheprophecies.com, I learned about Curse of the Spider King by Wayne Thomas Batson and Christopher Hopper. I knew about WTB through a few of his previous books, The Door Within, The Rise of the Wyrm Lord, The Final Storm, Isle of Swords, Isle of Fire, and his blog, www.enterthedoorwithin.blogspot.com. I actually talked to Hopper, www.christopherhopper.com, a little on the Underground when I first joined. In McKay’s, I was searching for The Rise of the Dibor, The Lion Vrie, Athera’s Dawn even the Dragons in our Midst series. I was very doubtful about seeing either Curse of the Spider King or Venom and Song, but, hey, it could happen. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen then. I found the first book in the Alex Rider series instead. I have an unusual affinity for characters with wings so I picked it up and decided to try it out. I got a couple other books and a TFK album. We then went to a Christian book store and I got a couple more books there too.

So that was pretty much yesterday’s adventure. Today we’ll have another one, no doubt.

~ Always Hope ~