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[this is a translation of my previous post]
Tomorrow [Saturday, 17th November] is my birthday! I'll be eighteen or older, and, legally, that makes me an adult. I don't have many plans. I won a pizza from the Power Loon (a radio station, for those of you who aren't from around here), and i'm going to a Frida Kahlo exibit, but I don't know what else. But, at eighteen, I can play the lottery, buy cigarettes and porn, and probably do things that I actually would...
In other news, my school said yesterday that we don't have to go to there today. The reason: we have to sleep after a game last night. They need to sort out their priorities. School is first: if you want to go to a game, know ahead of time that you must go to school. If you can't do both, choose school. It's not that dificult. Generally, my classes had somewhere around ten people, and we just watched movies in two (out of four in the high school--the college doesn't care about the game, as it should be). But my physics teacher said that he recieved two instructions: 1) don't give test today, and 2) although many aren't here today, it's business as usual. Er, which one? Because lots of people give tests on Fridays...
Also, I noticed something when I read my Hasbro catalogue. They will often try to sell an old toy with a new deco as a new one. But I now know that they don't only do that with toys: their November catalogue is their October catalogue with a new cover. What diligent workers you are, Hasbro...

Cargando… esperad, por favor.

¡Mañana es mi cumpleaños! Tendré dieciocho o más, y según la ley, tener tantos años es ser adulto. No tengo muchos planes. Gané una pizza del Power Loon (una emisora, para vosotros quienes no sois de aquí), e iré a una exhibición de Frida Kahlo, pero no sé de que más. Pero, con dieciocho años, puedo jugar a la lotería, comprar cigarrillos y pornografía, y probablemente hacer algunas cosas que yo actualmente haría...
En otros anuncios, mi escuela dijo ayer que no hay que ir allí hoy. La razón: tenemos que dormir después de un partido anoche. Tienen que arreglar sus prioridades. La escuela es primera: si queréis ir a un partido, sabed antes que hay que ir a la escuela. Si no podéis ir a los dos, escoged la escuela. No es tan difícil. Generalmente, mis clases tuvo acerca de diez personas, y sólo vimos películas en dos (de cuatro en el colegio—a la universidad no le importa el partido, como debe ser). Pero mi maestro de la física dijo que recibió dos instrucciones: 1) no dé exámenes hoy, y 2) hoy, aunque muchos no serán aquí, haga lo normal. Eh, ¿cuál quiere Vd.? Porque muchos dan exámenes los viernes.
También, noté algo cuándo leí mi catálogo de Hasbro. Muchas veces, tratan de vender un juguete viejo con colores nuevos como un nuevo. Pero ya sé que no sólo lo hacen con los juguetes: su catálogo de noviembre es su catálogo de octubre con una portada nueva. Ah, que trabajadores son Vds., Hasbro…

Hmm...

Perhaps I'm seeing similarities where none exist.

Referendum signs

Well, we started with this:

My English teacher wants to hang it on the wall for prosperity.
Then they fixed it...Kind of...

The pro-referendum signs are spelled correctly, albeit a bit vague:

Think a little

[This is a translation of my previous post]

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Six hours ago I left a meeting for seniors at the high school. There some guy told us that--in short--if we threw money at his company, he'd give us a bunch of useless stuff that we'll throw away right after we graduate. And it seems like lots of morons do as he says, because he threw money at us. "Hey, you know what I just said? Great, here's fifty bucks." Unfortunately, he didn't throw any at me. Maybe he knew that I'm cynical and was going to laugh at the meeting. But, they had everything: booklets for photos, graduation announcements in case we're too lazy to make our own--which probably wouldn't look any worse--and everything you can think of with the words "Seniors 2008" on it. I was almost surprised that they didn't have tampons.
In better--but less humorous--news, this afternoon there was a bad movie day at the library. We had tonnes of movies, of all varieties--black and white, 怪獣映画 (kaijū eiga, or Japanese monster movies), and the cheapest of the cheap; but we only saw two.

The first was The Valley of Gwangi. What could be better for a bad movie day than one about cowboys and dinosaurs? But some folks were talking during the dialogue, because it was a bunch of boring clichés. But in the end they learned how to watch bad movies: you mock the dialogue, not only the special effects. But everyone laughed at the final scene: the dinosaur follows the cowboys into a huge church in Mexico--because, of course, he wants to eat the people in the church, rather than those at his feet--and after a fight, they burn him to death. In the street, people watch, happy that the monster is dead--it's very touching, if you forget about their church. They don't care that their centuries old church is burning down, and in the desert, that fire isn't going to remain there forever, and--wait, a stone church is burning down? Eh, who cares?
Afterwards, since that was so wretched, we watched Night of the Living Dead, since that was well written. But, that was it. So I checked out Rodan.

Pensad un poco.

Hace seis horas salí de una reunión de los estudiantes del 12º grado. Allí había un hombre que nos dijo que—por corto—si lanzaríamos dinero a su compañía, nos daría muchas cosas que no valen nada y se pondrán en la basura inmediatamente después de graduarnos. Y me parece que muchos tontos hagan lo que dicen, porque nos lanzó dinero. –Eh, ¿sabes lo que acabo de decir? Bien, aquí están cincuenta dólares—. Desafortunadamente, no lo lanzó a mí. Posiblemente sabía que soy cínico e iba a reírme sobre esa reunión. Pero, tenía todo: libritos para fotos, anuncios sobre la graduación si somos demasiado holgazanes hacer nuestros propios—que probablemente no se verían peores—y todo en que podéis pensar con las palabras «Seniors 2008» en él. Casi me sorprendí que no tuvieran tampones.
De anuncios más buenos—pero menos graciosos—esta tarde hubo un día de películas malas en la biblioteca. Tuvimos muchas películas, de todos tipos—blancas y negras, 怪獣映画 (kaijū eiga, o películas japoneses sobre monstruos), y baratísimas; pero sólo vimos dos.
La primera fue The Valley of Gwangi (no sé si hay una versión española oficial, pero se traduce a «La valle de Gwangi»). ¿Qué sería mejor para un día de películas malas que una sobre vaqueros y dinosaurios? Pero algunos hablaron durante el diálogo, porque era clichés aburridos. Pero al final aprendieron cómo ver películas malas: os burláis del diálogo, no sólo de los efectos especiales. Pero todos se rieron sobre la última escena: el dinosaurio sigue los vaqueros en una gran iglesia en México—porque, por supuesto, quiere comer la gente en la iglesia, y no la cerca de sus pies—y después de una pelea, lo matan en un fuego. En la calle, la gente ven, felices de que el monstruo está muerto—es muy emocionante, si olvidéis su iglesia. No les importan que su iglesia de siglos de edad está destruyéndose en un fuego, y en un desierto, el fuego no va a quitarse allí para siempre, y—esperad, ¿una iglesia de piedra se destruye en un fuego? Eh, no es importante.
Después, porque fue tan mala, vimos La noche de los muertos vivientes, porque fue escrito bien. Pero, estos fueron todos. Por eso, obtuve Rodan de la biblioteca.

If you were brain dead, would you want to be kept alive by a ventilator? Why or why not?

(Note to readers: Xanga offers a "featured question." This is one.
Whoever wrote this question doesn't know what they're talking about. "Brain dead" means that your brain is no longer functioning, an can't be restarted. If a brain dead person is on a ventilator, it mean that they're trying to keep their organs fresh for harvesting. Now, if I were in a coma, I would want to be kept alive, in case I recover. I always think that living is better than not living, and if you say "well, before that equipment was invented I would have died anyway," then I'd better never see you getting a vaccination, or going to the hospital for any reason, or wearing protective gear when doing something, or drinking sanitary water, et cetera. But no-one, save for this question writer, is saying that brain dead people are alive, because you are your brain--the body just lets you interact with the world.
I just answered this Featured Question, you can answer it too!

Translations

Alright, I've procrastinated long enough: here is the translation of my previous two entries:

Saturday, 13 October, 2007: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore Generally, I write my blogs like I obtained them: I start in Xanga, and then copy and paste it into Yahoo 360º, MySpace, Gather, Blog City, Blogger, and finally Gaia Online, but now I'm starting with Gather because I'm in school, and the others are blocked.
I'm in school because yesterday I worked until midnight on my homework for history class. I had to write an essay about the first kings of Buddhism, Christianity, and IslÄ?m. I had a month in which to do it, but only started it last night, after book club.
Sorry I can't say more. Tomorrow? I don't usually write in Spanish when it isn't necessary, but... Monday, 15 October, 2007

More?

Well, it isn't tomorrow, but I wasn't sure of what I was going to write for you. And this raises a good question: do I have Spanish-speaking readers, and do they want to read more from me? I have comments on these entries, but do they come back to read more? If you want, I can write more, but I don't think that I could--or would want to--translate it all. I already am not going to translate it into Latin any more.

¿Más?

Pues, no es mañana, pero no estaba seguro de que iba a escribiros en español. Y este hace una buena pregunta: ¿Tengo lectores en español, y quieren leer más de mí? Tengo comentarios sobre esto, pero, ¿Devuelven a leer más? Si quieren, puedo escribir más, pero creo que no podría—o no querría—traducir todos. Ahora no voy a traducirlos a latín nada más.

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua.

Por lo general, escribo en mis blogs como los obtuve: escribo en Xanga, y lo después copio y pego en Yahoo 360º, MySpace, Gather, Blog City, Blogger, y finalmente Gaia Online, pero ahora empiezo con Gather porque estoy en la escuela, y se bloquean los otros.
Estoy en la escuela porque ayer trabajé hasta medianoche por mi tarea de la clase de historia. Tuve que escribir un ensayo sobre los primeros reyes de Budismo, Cristiandad, e Islam. Tuve un mes para hacerlo, pero sólo lo hice anoche, después del club de los libros.
Siento que no puedo deciros más. ¿Mañana? No generalmente escribo en español cuando no es necesario, pero…

Once again...

[This is a translation of my previous two posts]
Bats love the library. Right now, there are twenty-three in the entryway, sleeping. Last year, there were usually one or two, but now they've called their friends. I like these bats: they don't do anything, and they're tiny. But, I can't touch them, because I think that they would attack me.
And something interesting: in Japan, there's a toy made by Takara-Tomy for collectors named "MP-04 Megatron." It's a Transformer, and transforms into a very realistic gun. And, in Australia, in order to get one, one must:

Have a criminal background check
Give a good reason for purchasing it
Prove that they are a member of a collectors' club, and
Lock it up when it is not in use

In fewer words, they don't realise that it's a toy. But the Australians are lucky: here, in the "land of the free," you can't have one at all.

Temporeque altro...

[Hoc latine redditus blogis prioris est]
Vespertiliones bibliothecam amant magnopere. Nunc, sunt viginti et tres in porta, dormientes. Anno priore, catholice erant unus duove, sed iam amicos advocaverunt. Eos vespertiliones amo: nihil faciunt, et minimi sunt. Sed eos tangere non possum, quod me appugnare credo.
Resque interestans: in Iapone, est crepundia a Takara-Tomy facta quæ nominatur "MP-04 Megatron" collectoribus. Transformer est, et convertatur pistola qui vera videatur magnopere. Ac in Australia, ut eum acquires, necesse est:

sceptrum permittere historiam eum probatur
causam bonam dare
demonstrare qui membrum organizationem collectorium sit
eoque non usante, eum obfirmare

Minis verbis, nesciunt qui crepundia est. Sed Australiani felices sunt: hic, in "terra liberorum," haud eum habere potes.

Y otra vez...

A los murciélagos les encantan la biblioteca. Ahora, hay veintitrés en la entrada, durmiendo. El año pasado, generalmente había uno o dos, pero ya han llamado a sus amigos. Me gusta estos murcielaguitos: no hacen nada, y son chiquitines. Pero no puedo tocarlos, porque creo que me atacarían.

Y algo interesante: en Japón, hay un juguete hecho por Takara-Tomy a nombre de “MP-04 Megatron” para coleccionadores. Es un Transformer, y se transforma en una pistola que se ve muy real. Y, en Australia, para obtenerlo, alguien tiene que:

Permitir a la policía chequear su historia

Dar una razón buena para obtenerlo

Demostrar que es miembro de un club de coleccionadores, y

Cerrarlo con llave cuando no está usándolo.

En menos palabras, no saben que es un juguete. Pero los australianos son de buena suerte: aquí, en la “tierra de los libres,” no puedo tenerlo nada.

Dear diary...

[This is a translation of my previous two posts]
We just learned in my Spanish class that we have to write a diary entry every other Friday (a two-weekery?) in order to practise our informal writing. And when they say "diary," I hear "blog." Thus you, my readers, get to partake of my homework. Don't everybody celebrate at once...
For this assignment, our teacher stated that we should write something around sixty words. This is ridiculous! I have already written seventy words [or at least I had in Spanish], and I haven't said anything! Well, I do often write things with more than five hundred words in this blog (I think). So, I'm going to ignore this rule in the future, when I have more to talk about.

O ephemeris...

[Hoc latine redditus blogis prioris est]
Classe mea linguæ hispanicæ, nobis necesse esse rem scribere in ephemere tertio quoque die veneris ut scriptum fortuitum didcimus recenter. Quandoque "ephemeris" dicitur, "blogem" audio ego. Ut vos, o lectores mi, operem scholarem meum gustetis. Non omnes simul celebretis...
Huic operi, magistra nos aliquem cercum sexaginta verba scribere debere dicit. Hoc ridiculum est! Iam septagintam verba scripsi, ac nullum dixi! Multis temporibus res verbarum quingenti magisve hoc bloge scripsi (aut scripsi credo). Ut reglam prætermittam in futuro, quando est magis de quo loqui possum.

Querido diario...

En mi clase de español, acabamos de aprender que hay que escribir algo en un diario cada segundo viernes (un duosemanio?) para practicar nuestra escritura informal. Y, cuando se dice «diario», yo oigo «blog». Entonces vosotros, mis leedores, podéis compartir en mi tarea escolar. No todos celebréis en una vez…

Para esta tarea, la maestra dice que debamos escribir algo acerca de sesenta palabras. ¡Este es ridículo! Ya he escrito setenta palabras, ¡y no dije nada! Pues, muchas veces escribo cosas de más que quinientos palabras en este blog (o, creo que escribo). Entonces, voy a ignorar esta regla en el futuro, cuando tengo más en que puedo hablar.

Goodbye, Lucia and Maus

On Sunday, both my rat, Lucia, and my mouse, Maus, died. First, after noticing that Maus hadn't been rustling around the past day or so, I went in to investigate. There was not movement in her cage when I searched for her, so I dug through this lump I saw. Sure enough, there was Maus, full of rigor mortis and already starting to smell. So, I buried her. Then, I went to take a shower. Before my shower, Lucia was abnormally tired. After it, she had moved, and died. Her feet were purple, she was cold to the touch, her tongue was inflated to the point that her teeth didn't even touch, and there was blood at the end of her urethra. I buried her near Maus.

All your blog are belong to us.

Here's an odd thing: Xanga has finally added full Unicode support! But, it depends upon your language settings. So, for us multi-language bloggers, it's back to square one.
In other news, apparently, Gather automatically creates an RSS feed for its users. So, if anyone actually wants to get up-to-the-minute updates on my blogging, or publish my blog on, say, their Yahoo 360° page--hey, it does stand for Real Simple Syndication, after all--you now have the tools to do so.
Now, as for the first week of school: my actual finalised schedule is:

1) Physics (Gilbertson, A226)
2)AP Stats (Pelkey, A204)
3)AP Spanish (Qualley, South Campus)
4)Open
5)World History (CLC) Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (open other days)
6)AP Lit (Hewitt, A162)

Or, the same as I already told you. They're fairly interesting.
In other news, we had our this year's first meeting of the Library teen advisory board: The High Council of Younger Elders. And we are sorely in need of members--especially ones that won't graduate in the next year or two. I don't think that we have gotten any new members since its creation two years ago. It meets the first Thursday of every month at the Brainerd Public Library at 4:00PM. We plan activities, such as game days and rocket making. You can join at a meeting, or send a message to any of their pages, or e-mail them at HCYE.brd@gmail.com. Anyone 11-19 is welcome, even if they aren't permanent residents of Brainerd--i.e. foreign exchange students.
Also, I went to a football game with my friend Jamp. And apparently, football is in fact very boring. Neither of us had ever actually been to a football game before, and so at least I thought that it would be most of the team--with a few benched players--running around after discussing their strategy at, say, quartertime. So we were both surprised to see that about an eighth of both teams actually played, and that was about seventy per cent huddling. Home ended up winning, 30 to 7--all of the last score was done in the fourth quarter--which means that there wasn't even the interest of wondering who was going to win, because the other team sucked so much--or maybe our team just has no life and practises 24/7.
So, my AP Spanish teacher said that we should live in Spanish. I already have my cell phone in Spanish, and I'm not going to completely switch my blog language, but perhaps a single entry? I don't want to re-live my Dog Latin--which is roughly the Latin equivalent of Spanglish--entry--perhaps a new Latin one is also an order--but I think that I could pull it off.

Procrastinate now.

I think I may have a semi-finalised schedule, now that my late PSEO paperwork is done:

First hour: Physics
Second hour: AP Statistics (Pelkey)
Third hour: AP Spanish (Qualley)
(A lunch)
1:00-1:50PM Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays: World History Pre-1500 (PSEO)
Sixth hour: AP English Language (Devine)

Speaking of which, today was my first day of CLC studentship. It wasn't that different from a normal high school course: introductions, "why are we doing this?" &c; but I have a feeling it will get to be more APish as time progresses. They already have us writing a paragraph on one person--from before 1500--with whom we would like to dine--and what we would ask them. So, I need to find an interesting, sociable historical figure who wasn't known for poisoning. Any suggestion?

In other news, I saw my dad a couple of days ago. Suffice to say we haven't seen him for over a year--maybe two, we were with Mark at the time--by our own choice. So, it was a happy, albeit awkward event. He was looking as hippie-ish as ever, sporting a pair of braids--he said that everyone tells him he looks like Willie Nelson--a long, three pointed beard, and a headband. He said that he now can't work--due to his rheumatoid arthritis--and he's making too little to live in the US--but maybe in Mexico... Of course, I don't think that he could live off of the US government's disability pay in a foreign country.

Sukorambure Powa!

Well, I got my blog transferred to another site. This one's called "Gaia Online." It's really neat: it's sort of an online community where you can get a house and car and play mini-games like "fishing" while talking with your neighbours. You also get to make your own little chibi avatar for it. I really like how mine turned out. You but clothes for it with a sort of currency called "gold"--which I suppose makes it not currency, but actual money--which you earn for nearly everything. I think I'll improve my house next. Now I just need to set up and transfer my past entries to that Live Journal page I got.
Ivan's been having bladder control issues as of late. He's been pissing on the floor after only an hour inside--sometimes even less. I hope he doesn't have a bladder infection.
In other news, I'm almost done downloading トランスフォーマー Zンーン(Transformers: Zone) (I'm not sure how "Znnn" spells "Zone," or why they used a Latin "Z.". That was the last G1 (original storyline) cartoon, cancelled after the first episode. In it, from what I'm told, they take nine of the coolest Destrons (Decepticons) from the previous series and kill all but one of them in a matter of minutes. But, Dai Atlas looks cool. The sad thing is that I can't find a subtitled version: It's either a shitty fan dub or the original Japanese. This is the Japanese one (hopefully it will make sense without understanding the dialogue).

And so on...

We had a monster of a hailstorm today. What was shocking was not so much its intensity, but its speed. The clouds overtook us in about twenty minutes, the rain came in a visible sheet, and progressed from rain to pea-sized hail to half-dollar-sized hail in a couple of minutes. After a few more minutes, it was gone. Now it looks like a green Autumn outside, with a coating of hail mixed in. I'd noticed that the clouds were moving very quickly, but I never expected such a storm.
In other news, in that Pepsi "Transform your Summer" promotion, I won two sets of DVDs. There are only two problems: first, they're the same set; and second, I didn't enter for them. I entered for the Pepsi Optimus Prime, which had fewer people vying for it. Their good DVDs--School of Rock, Orange County, The Italian Job, Sahara, and Tomb Raider--but I really wanted that Pepsi Convoy. So, I'm selling the other set. It's unopened, and I'll even throw in the congratulation notice so that you can act like you won it. Big Bad Toy Store is offering Pepsi Prime for about $60 (including shipping), so it would be nice if I got at least that for these (and $10.20 for an good, unopened DVD isn't that bad, is it?).

Everything is finite in the end.

We have power! Somehow I've neglected to blog it, but we've had it for just over a week. Although it did go out for a few hours last night, but that seemed to affect the whole neighbourhood. Oh, the things I'd missed...
In other news, we gave Coco away. That means that we're down to the three dogs we're going to keep: Ivan, Bear, and Pepper Anne. And they have been moved from the kennel--which has been disassembled--to the house (for reasons which I will discuss later). We're keeping them in the kitchen so that they don't eat anything in the rest of the house (or do anything else, as they aren't fully house broken) and at night we take them into our rooms. This is kind of annoying because, even though he goes right to sleep (he loves the soft bed), Ivan gets up much sooner than I do, and seems to think that the best way to get me up is to scratch my face. Oh, well, at least he's not a cat.
So, on to why their inside. You see, one day they broke loose from their kennel and went into the neighbour's yard, supposedly wrecking her flower bed. I haven't seen the damage, so perhaps they went to some hidden, out of the way part, bypassing the obvious front. But, at any rate, she was pissed and our dogs were moved inside.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007: Overhaul

Well, I'm sick of my sites' themes. Time to revamp it all. It's too dark and obsessed with Atheism. And my profile just plain sounds immature. So, I'll be redoing it all, one site at a time. And the reason I haven't been blogging is that I haven't been getting more than, say, and hour of computer time a week (we moved out of mum's boyfriend's house, but the power's still out. His kids are scum).

And in case you enjoyed my old stuff, here it is:

Profile: "Excluding what is written elsewhere, I am rather critical and analytical. My dislikes are Christianity (though not Christians in general), intolerance, war, pop music, cover tracks, Jack T. Chick, Disney, deathbed conversion stories, fundamentalism, evangelists, bad remakes/movies from novels, unoriginality, anti-first amendment folks, anti-second amendment folks, pretty much anti-rights folks, Texas, idiots, profiles that mention "God/Jesus" under interests, american bastards, religious groups who masquerade as secular ones, people who don't know what "atheist" means but think they do, when people try to bless me after I sneeze, sexism, when people think that Catholics aren't Christian for some reason, hypocrisy, and more to come..."

Tagline: "Warning: this site contains some content deemed inappropriate for Christians"

Get down with the sickness.

Now, I've always despised chain messages and those who create them, but this one's just sick:

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Repost as-"WHO DID YOU LIKE FIRST!
who did u like first?

don't stop reading you will regret it!
girl meets a boy on a messenger


crazy1 86: hey baby!!!


h0tNsPiCy91: who is this???


crazy1 86: ur secret admirer!!!!!


h0tNsPiCy91: oh really.... quit lyin! who is this???


crazy1 86: i loved u the first time a stared in your eyes...


crazy1 86: i think about u everyday... you are my dream come true.

"
crazy1 86: we met once! i dont think u remember tho.


crazy1 86: i cut myself because the pain takes away my feelings of u.


crazy1 86: u will see me sometime tonight....


h0tNsPiCy91: ..WHO IS THIS!?!?!?


crazy1 86:dont worry.... ill take very good care of you...


crazy1 86 had signed off.

The girl was so scared she locked all her doors and windows. She made sure her room was secured. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or for real. She didn't know when he was going to come. The girl was so frightened she decided to sleep with her little sister. The girl dozed off quickly.

Then she heard a knock on the window. The girl slowly walked to the window. It started knocking louder. The girl looked through the windows and saw nothing... just some of the tree branches. The girl went back to bed with her sister. The bed was wet and had a pretty horrid smell. Maybe her sister wet the bed... the girl checked and found blood everywhere. The girl panicked. She didn't know what to do. She ran and hid in the closet in case the killer was there for her. While looking through the cracks of the closet the girl saw a shadow. It was dark, so she couldn't figure out who it was. She started to get more frightened. The shadow crept closer to the closet. The girl closed her eyes as if it was a dream. Then suddenly he opened the closet door and pulled her out.

Her parents found her dead the next morning. She was completely skinned and hanging in her sister's closet. The younger sister was also found skinned and dead.

PART 2...

Two years after the Smith sisters deaths, the parents had a baby boy. The girl's room became a guest room and the little sister's room where the murder took place became the baby's room. The baby grew up to be a successful kid.

One night he was on the computer and received an instant message.


h0tNsPiCy91: Hey lil bro!!!


2seXay4u: Who the eff is this?


h0tNsPiCy91: It's your big sis.


2seXay4u: I never had a sister. I'm an only child.


2seXay4u: This is some kinda joke, huh?


h0tNsPiCy91: Mom and dad never told you?


h0tNsPiCy91: I died 15 years ago with your other older sister.


h0tNsPiCy91: We were murdered in your room which was once my little sister's room. She was killed in bed when I was sleeping. I was killed in the closet and skinned to death.


2seXay4u: Quit lying. I never had a sister. If I did my parents would have told me. Whatever. Your stupid.


h0tNsPiCy91: You don't believe me? Well if you wanna look in your closet floor.


h0tNsPiCy91: I carved my name and the time and date I was being murdered. Then I carved my little sister's name.


h0tNsPiCy91: If you don't believe me little brother check the internet. Google on '' Smith sisters murdered anonymously ''.


h0tNsPiCy91: I gtg little brother. I love you and mom and dad soo much. I can't believe they kept us a secret from you.




The boy checked the closet. He saw the carvings. Was it true? He surfed the internet and information was there about the anonymous murder in the house. The next morning the boy went downstairs. It was so quiet. Maybe his parents were sleeping. Hours later the boy found his parents in their closet skinned and hanged. Then he found more carvings on the ground. They said ''I TOLD YOU I WASN'T LYING LITTLE BROTHER, I LOVED MOM AND DAD.... BUT THEY KEPT ME A SECRET. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. WELL I'M FREE FROM THIS COLD WORLD, I WON'T HURT YOU LIKE I HURT THEM. I LOVE YOU!"

- LISA SMITH

This is a death chain letter. If you don't repost this in the next hour, the parents will kill you at night. They will kill you!

DON'T BELIEVE ME? LOOK IT UP IN GOOGLE!

Repost as-"who did you like first?"

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Mum joked that she'd have to add that to her "to do" list. I just hope that this doesn't cause a new fad in chain mail. I've been though a few: first "they will donate a few cents to my sick child for every time this is passed on. IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU HAVE NO HEART!!!!", then troop prayer wheels (three things I disagree with in one!), then "(IM company) is ending its free service. If you pass this on, your account won't be deleted," and now just quizzes that promise a few years of bad whatever they're about. But I can't imagine daily death threats.

Why not?

After a bumpy start, our new homestay is now just fine. You see, for the first few days we were tormented by mum's boyfriend's son, who would have the TV or conversations at full--or possibly higher--volume blaring until at least midnight, allowing us in the next room only a few hours of sleep. That, compounded with some other things, made our stay a living Hell. But now, after we had a discussion, it is quite alright.
I now take my dog, Ivan, for daily walk lasting multiple hours. We have given away five of our original nine liveborn pups, leaving one, Coco, to give away--I often walk her as well. We will keep three: my Ivan, my brother's Pepper, and mum's Bear. All of these pups are living in a kennel in this house, along with their dog, Max.
In sad news, Blog City is ending its free service. At the end of the year, my account will be locked. That was one of my favourite blogs! Oh, well.

Thursday, May 31, 2007: Perfect.

Well, mum hasn't payed the electric bill. for the moment, we're staying at her boyfriend's house. She spends when she is depressed--and she's never been good at finances. So the pups are at home, and we're going to put them in a kennel here, once we get it cleaned out.

But, on the bright side, school is out. I've gotten a Spanish four book to study. Come autumn, I'll be ready for AP.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

School is winding down. I've had no homework as of late, the water is warming, and my classes are having me study for finals to which I already know all of the answers. And, furthermore, they are advertising graduation services. One pervasive one is a baccalaureate. A Christian prayer service for graduation. The annoying part is that along with simple posters, it has been in the morning update, and was a major announcement today over the intercom. And not in the secular language you would expect from a government institute--well, not expect, but rather what should be. At any rate, it was a large announcement about how this "reasserts the importance of the Lord." Now, I think that this shouldn't even be held at the school--let the student's churches take care of their religion, you know? But this is ridiculous.
But off of that dismal subject. An interesting anecdote from lunch: one of the people from my table was interviewing people for the German class paper. He asked the non-German-speaking members of our table questions in German, to which we responded in English. The funniest answers got in the paper. I had some interesting ones: Question:[I have lost my spirit. Where is it?] Answer: "I myself prefer chicken." Question:[What would you do if there were no air?] Answer: "Last Tuesday." I ended up understanding one completely, and another almost. For the most part, though, I couldn't understand them, no matter how many times I had him repeat it.

May 12, 2007: There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Well, AP is over--for this year, at least. And, as of 11:40 this morning, I can discuss the Lit essays. But not the multiple choice. Never the multiple choice. And not the Euro essays until tomorrow, 4:05.
At any rate, they were okay. One regarded a very funny poem about a history teacher who changed events to protect his students' innocence:

The History Teacher

Trying to protect his students' innocence
he told them the Ice Age was really just
the Chilly Age, a period of a million years
when everyone had to wear sweaters.

And the Stone Age became the Gravel Age,
named after the long driveways of the time.

The Spanish Inquisition was nothing more
than an outbreak of questions such as
"How far is it from here to Madrid?"
"What do you call the matador's hat?"

The War of the Roses took place in a garden,
and the Enola Gay dropped one tiny atom
on Japan.

The children would leave his classroom
for the playground to torment the weak
and the smart,
mussing up their hair and breaking their glasses,

while he gathered up his notes and walked home
past flower beds and white picket fences,
wondering if they would believe that soldiers
in the Boer War told long, rambling stories
designed to make the enemy nod off.

Nice, eh? I couldn't agree more.
At any rate, one of my latest obsessions is a game on Seibertron.com called "Heavy Metal War." It's sort of a mission based quasi-MMORPG, in which you create a team of Transformers and have them battle others, in area battles or specific missions. Nearly no graphics, but very fun.
Now I must go on to my other blogs, which have been neglected even worse than this one.

Saturday, April 28, 2007: Well, well, well.

Opening night went pretty well. We had more people than seats, and they did laugh. Of course, they missed half of the best jokes, but that's their problem, not ours. Afterwards, we got flowers from the tech crew--I'm not sure why.
In other news, I caught a mouse! Not just any mouse, though: this mouse has been living in my room for a couple of weeks, and I have been trying to catch it for nearly as long. Although I didn't catch it per se: it more so caught itself. Alow me to explain: While I was in bed, I heard some rustling in the corner of my room, which worried me, as it was between my Transformers and my National Geographics, both of which I wanted not to be damaged. So, I got a chip canister which I had ready for the moment, and went over to the rustling, only to find out that the mouse had fallen into Lucia's old habitat and couldn't get out! I was overjoyed. Now I have to figure out what to do with it. I think that I'll end up keeping it, but I'm not sure. However, I definitely won't let it go: that would defeat the purpose of me catching it.
And now for another one of my sporadic English lessons: Lesson Nine: Pronunciation of the Letter "a" before the letter "g." This, like "borrow," I believe is a local problem, but one which must be addressed. You see, here people will, quite regularly and intentionally, make the letter "a" long before "g." Therefore you get "baig," "faig," "draigon," et cetera, to the point at which you either burst out laughing or roll your eyes as soon as they start talking. Honestly, Brainerd, there is nothing special about "a" being preceded by "g," and acting like there is sound about as bad as pronouncing "r" as "w."

Entry for March 18, 2007

Sadly, Lucy suffered a uteral infection. When the vet cut gave her an emergency hysterectomy, half of her uterus was dead. And afterwords, the rest of her went with it. Not only does that mean the loss of a great dog, but now we must take care of her week-old puppies. They must be bottle fed and made to excrete using warm water in a cotton ball. But, we won't let them die, too.

Entry for March 11, 2007

Well, I've found the camera, and am now finally doing a photo post.
Our dog, Lucy, had her pups! Twelve of them, though three were stillborn.
Ain't they cute?
I also got my World's Smallest Transformers. I was a bit disapointed, though: I thought that they came in randomly packaged boxes of six each, and got four. Apperantly, though, they came in randomly packaged boxes of one each, and I got two Thrusts.

Saturday, February 24, 2007: I return.

I really need to start this thing back up. I think it's a problem of focus: I'm certainly on the Internet enough, I just don't feel like blogging while I'm on it. But my longing is enough when I'm not on to warrant actually doing it.
Well, for starters, our dog is pregnant. At first, we thought that she was just not eating her treats because she's weird. Then, over night--literally--she plumped up, and we figured out that that was morning sickness. We figure that it was this husky that has been hanging around here. We don't know when the pups will come, but I'd like to see the black lab/huskies.
In other news, on a suggestion I have joined the spring play. It's a comedy called "You Can't Take it with You," and sounded pretty good during the script reading--even for my three lines. Well, first time in theatre, what did you expect?
I've also decided to restart my Transformer collection. I had, to this point, thirty-five from my childhood--in various conditions and states of completion. I am now getting the Beast Wars tenth anniversary figures--fitting, since Beast Wars was where my collection started. I have Dinobot and Rattrap so far--a fitting pair--and they're pretty good. They each come with a DVD and a piece of Transmutate--I can't believe that they made a show accurate version of her before G1 Arcee--which were larger than I expected the whole figure to be. Sadly, they had no movement, and connected to her with non-ball joints--to sum up, it's a simple, barely possible display piece. I was really hoping they would combine to form a fully-articulated toy. Later, I'll get the world's smallest line. That should arrive on the twenty-seventh. I believe they're roughly the size of capsule toys.
I need to divide my time more evenly. I'm meaning to read a couple of books and start a comic, but I end up just playing games--when I'm not doing my homework, that is.