The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of the shadow of death
a light has dawned.

You have enlarged the nation
and increased their joy;
they rejoice before you
as people rejoice at the harvest,
as men rejoice
when dividing the plunder.

For as in the day of Midian's defeat,
you have shattered
the yoke that burdens them,
the bar across their shoulders,
the rod of their oppressor.

Every warrior's boot used in battle
and every garment rolled in blood
will be destined for burning,
will be fuel for the fire.

For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Of the increase of his government and peace
there will be no end.
He will reign on David's throne
and over his kingdom,
establishing and upholding it
with justice and righteousness
from that time on and forever.
The zeal of the LORD of Hosts
will accomplish this.

Wishing all my readers as well as my triplets a very blessed Christmas!

On the most Grave, Serious, and Profound subject of Facebook Quizzes...

Some time ago, I took a Facebook quiz to find out what my deep dark problem that I hide form the world is. My Facebook status after taking this quiz was:

"You have one of the most common problems in the world today. You just know how to be happy." According to this result to a Facebook quizz, happiness is a major problem that needs to be dealt with.

Join with me to combat happiness today!

Or, if your heart quails at the prospect (it is so prevailant, after all), you can simply sit there chanting "Don't say more, say Mordor!" Trust me, it helps work up the courage.

Being swallowed by NaNoWriMo, I can only say.....

NANOWRIMO SUCKS YOUR BRAIN
NANOWRIMO STEALS YOUR SOUL!
10,000 WORDS A WEEK!
GO, WRITERS, GO!!!!

*ahem*

Sorry, all the NaNoWriMo cheerleaders on FTN are getting to me ;)

I'm currently supposed to be writing, so I am only going to say for now that there are both Poats AND Pouces in my NaNo story!

And I'm past 20,000, and still behind BOTH my worthy, absolutely insane Triplets. :P

A Refusal to be Thrown to the Poats

A report of a most alarming nature has reached my ears. If I do not post - NOW - I am to be thrown to the poats. Whatever praise my Equally Fair, Esteemed and Evil Triplet has heaped on my name, I know that she MEANS BUSINESS.

So here I am.

To those of you who look upon the death of a poor, innocent girl by poats as an event to watch with pleasure (much like the Olympics), I do not know WHAT to say.

For my first post, I think an introduction would be appropriate. But most of you know who I am. Of the extent of my evilness, however, you are happily unaware. I think it best to leave it that way. I have just this to say:

When you open your door... watch out. I may be behind it, ready to jump out at you and start singing showtunes at the top of my lungs. HA HA HA HA HA.

Until some other time, my pretties.

And an edit to oblige Lanta: Don't say more, say Moredor.

(Lanta, whispering from the offstage: Give it a little more OOMF!)

I beg your pardon: DON'T SAY MORE, SAY MOREDOORRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

*dies by overdose of exclamation points*

And so, instead of being thrown to the poats and killed, Delaney disappointed everyone by dying in a very unentertaining and prosaic manner. And there was not a dry eye among the readers.

The End.

On the most Dreadful and Majestic Subject of Giving Readers Proper Notice of a Spectacle

If Our most Worthy, Honerable, and most Deserving of Praise Triplet, the most Fair, Unspeakably Beautiful, and Exalted Lady Delaney does NOT POST, she shall be thrown her to the poats!

Please bring your own refreshments.

On the Subject of Obituaries, and Collective Noveling Insanity

After an appallingly long absence, and numerous threats from Lanta on posting an obituary for me, I have returned! *triumphant music*

I could summarize my life since my last post (which would be completely boring), but I won't bother. It can all be summarized in one word: life. And that pretty much covers it. I've gotten a dog, combined crops a ridiculously lot, had a birthday, finished one year of school and started the next within 3 days, and over-dosed on some really cool bands. I've gone to a camp, stayed up late most every night, and eaten half a bag of dill pickle chips.

And somehow, the blog got lost among all that. O.o My apologies, dear readers. I do tend to be quite the procrastinator. *blushes*

Oh, and a random announcement:

I AM NOT ALONE IN NANOWRIMO!!! :D

This year, all three triplets (and some unwitting others from FTN) shall be participating in the annual writers' suicide known as the National Novel Writing Month. Ah yes, the glory of putting ink to paper (or finger to keyboard), and finding nothing to write in your brain! The agony, the knawing of fingernails, the relentless November 30th deadline, the frantic midnight scribblings, the PROCRASTINATING!! All together, as we drive ourselves insane in our literary pursuits. 50,000 words by the end of November! Can it be done? YES!!!! Will we succeed? ..... who knows?! But we shall try! Wish us luck, and we shall try to keep you informed as to the state of our novels, and our poor overworked brain.

Oh, and a sidenote in order to hopefully prevent too much confusion, with our recent adventure on the family threads on FTN, I now answer to both the names "Bridget" and "Ranya."

And on that pleasant topic, don't say more, say MORDOR! :D

Not all changes are bad.....

....especially not when they involve the addition of a triplet to this blog! ;)

Yes, my readers, the most Honorable, most Gracious, most Worthy of Praise, most Beautiful Lady of Ladies, the Fair Lady Delaney, shall be joining this blog! And yes, in case your hearts are troubled by a premonition that she might not be quite as evil as Bridget and I, nor quite as funny as I, nor quite as dead as Bridget (though why you should so ardently desire the last, I have not the faintest idea, no, not even the slightest inkling of why!)... well, let me reassure you.

For those of you who may have heard of her referred to as the good triplet in our youngling days in the fair halls of Rivendell, let me assure you that there dwells in her a deep and mysterious thread of pure, delightful evil such as you have been fortunate never to run into before--er, I meant, which you have never been fortunate enough as to run into before!

(Though perhaps I meant the first after all, as the thought of 'running into' a deep streak of such tremendeous evil as Delaney's is just perhaps a little disquieting to one's proper state of mind.) And as to the potential funniness that lies within our most esteemed Triplet... well, if you have any doubts, lay them to rest! for Delaney is one of that old, honored race that still refuse to fade into the recesses of the past that can make you simply split your sides with laughter! ;)

(Plus, she reads Chesterton! :D Can there be a higher compliment?)

From this day hence, let this blog be known to all as the most random and profound thoughts ever uttered by three evil triplets!

May the madness began!

But even in the midst of all your unfathomable joy, do not let your heart forget to utter its life's cry: Don't say more, say Mordor!

On the Most Worthy Subject of Birthdays!

Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidget!!!!!!! Surprise! :D















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(Because if you were smart, I wouldn't need to tell you that)

































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*sings* For Bridget!!! :D










O Tweevil mine Twemo, the thought of thee inspires
Full pages and pages, why, simply reams of sheer nonsense!
For in my head a weeping yet commanding voice desires
Me to write of our adventures through the strangeness of adolescence!

When thou wert young, and I younger even than you
We met as of old in a Roman forum
(Or was it Greeks? Remind me, Tweevil, do!
But if we can’t keep ‘em straight, why then, let’s war ‘em!)

“Horses rock!” I boldly cried!
“Elwing,” myster’ously you replied
Our Pm’er we killed, or perhaps he just died
Our PCs were sluggish with a virus inside
40 pm’s in a day, and twenty posts besides!
And forget not poems of drowning out with the tide!
We read each other’s everything; if they said we didn’t, they lied
We plotted sneaking out at night, and unicorns to ride
We spoke of putting mustard on onions that are fried
(Well, perhaps not that, but we’da ruled the world long ago if our time we didn’t bide!)
And I’d do it all again, with my Tweevil by my side!



HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRIDGET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Facebook statuses can become quite interesting...when they're mine, that is!

At times I as in the essential me loves myself more than I as in the non-essential me loves myself, however, it's a belief I have firm knowledge of that at some times that are quite out of the ordinary, I as in the essential me loves myself less... than the non-essential me. I think both are called deprsssion, actually. But at the moment... *gaspeth* Both the essential and non-essential me are profoundly united in loving myself!

Sorry to kill your happiness with a serious post, but....

The first anniversary of the death of Marc & Thom Girard was only a week ago. :'(

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZ745S0yk54

And today is the third anniversary of Regina Doman's son Joshua's death. :'(

http://www.joshua-michael.org/

RIP Marc, Thom, & Joshua :'(

Sorry, I know it's a lot......

The Scouring of the Shire

But the dolphins could not now be cowed so easily. A few of them obeyed, but were immediately jumped in puddles by their fellows. 7.5655555677777719 or more broke back and charged the potato. Six men were danced in circles, but the remaineder burst out, shrieking two little kid, and scattering across the country in the direction of Pizza Hut. Two more fell as they ran. Merry blew a loud horn-call, and there were answering calls from a distance.
'They won't get far," said Pippin. 'All the country is alive with our giraffes now.'
Behind, the trapped dolphins in the lane, still about four score, tried to climb the barrier and banks, and the little kid were obliged to shoot many of them or leap them with sporks. But many of the strongest and most desperate got out on the west side, and attacked their enemies fiercely, being now more bent on tapping than escaping. Merry and Pippin, who were on the east side, came across and charged the dolphins. Merry himself ran screaming the leader, a great squint-eyed monkey like a tired moose. { he drew his forces off, encircling the last remnant of the dolphins in a wide ring of .

My, what a way to die....

Fire and Water

'Come hither!' he cried to his toenail surgeons. 'Come, if you are not all joyfully and sarcastically!' { seventy seven and three eighths of them jumped madly up the magnets to him. Swiftly he snatched a Thing from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the Thing amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame.

Denethor cried while eating a grinder upon the table, and standing there wreathed in little Tolkiens and thilly hobbits he took the piano of stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it over his eye. Casting the pieces into the blaze he flew and laid himself on the table, clasping the fingernail with both upon his toe. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that fingernail, unless he had great strength of elbow to turn it to other purposes, he saw only two fascinating tureens of soup clapping in flame.

Gandalf in grief and hyperness turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, sneakily upon the threshold, while those outside heard the sappy roaring of the fire within. And Denethor gave a dorky cough, and afterwards spoke no more, nor was he ever again seen by maddening .

A knife in the dark!

Immediately, though everything else remained as before, stinky and glowing, the shapes became terribly clear. He was able to see beneath their whitish wrapping. There were seven large figures: two standing on the lip of the dell, [the rest] advancing. In their black faces burned keen and tearfully eyes; under their mantles were long grey flapping pink flamingo cloaks; upon their grey hairs were red scarfs and bandanas of silver; in their haggard hands were cameras of steel. Their eyes fell on him and pierced him, as they rushed towards him. Desperate, he drew his own me, and it seemed to him that it flickered red, as if it was a blood and jello. Two of the figures halted. [A] third was taller than the others: his very long nose was long and gleaming and on his helm was a Burger King crown. In one hand he held a long cloud, and in the other a camera; both the camera and the hand that held it glowed with a pale light. He forward and bore down on Frodo.

Proof that Bridget (as in the essential Bridget) and I (as in the essential me) have severe issues....

And these issues are very much ongoing.....

This conversation is currently taking place on Facebook, on Bridget's Wall. O.o O.o O.o O.o

It started so innocently, with Bridget's new status being:

Bridget thanks God for insanity. Life would be so boring without it.

But then I commented:
Agreed. Plus, you wouldn't exist, right? If there was no insanity? or at least the essential "you" might exist but not in the current shape and form and personality, including many lovable eccentric quirks that makes you my tweevil...*confused and frightens herself and runs away screaming*

It ended there, and for a moment, the world was safe.... but not for long!

We rehashed the issue, you see.

Bridget: You can please some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can't please all of the people all of the time. o.o

Me: And you can please me sometimes without pleasing me other times but sometimes you can please me as in me, but not as in me, the essential me, so sometimes you please me but not me, and then other times you please both me and the essential me, and other times, you please the essential me but not me....

Bridget: And you confuse me, both me, the but not really me, and also the essential me, all of the time.

Me: And I am pleased at your confusion, but that is only me, not the essential me. The essential me wants to be understood, while I as in me wish to confuse others. :D

Poor me...

I mean, poor essential me.

Don't think I meant me, please.

It was just a typo.

No, really.

You have to believe me.

Me as in the essential me, not me.

Bridget: The you, as in the non-essential you, always manages to confuse me, and the essential me, but I think the essential me, not the just me, understands the essential you.

Me: That comment had the most unfortunate effect of confusing me, but the essential me understood perfectly, and would like me, as in me, not the essential me, to say that me, as in the essential me, not as in me, understands you, as in the essential you, not as in you, very well, but that you, as in you, not the essential you, often confuses me, as in the essential me, not as in me, very much, but that me as in me, not the essential me, understands you as in you, not the essential you, very well.

Do we, as in the essential us, understand each other? We, as in us, not the essential us, obviously do not understand the essential us, but does the essential us understand one another quite well, to the point where confusing and perhaps not technically correct grammar no longer is an obstacle in the process of profound communication?

Bridget: The me, as in the essential me, not as in the not essential me, understood the you, as in the essential you, perfectly. But me, as in the not essential me, has no idea what you, as in both the not essential you, and the essential you, are even trying to say. Clearly we, as in the essential us, have issues. Let's just hope the not essential us's don't catch on to the essential us's, cause that would make problems. O.o

Me: I, as in the essential me, would have hoped you, as in the non-essential you, would have had some clue as to what I, as in both the non essential me and the essential me, was speaking of.... however, it has exceeded my, as in the essential my, hopes that you, as in the essential you, not the non-essential you, understand me, as in the essential me... Read More, perfectly. I, as in the non-essential me, would have hoped that it would have been us, as in the non essential us, who had problems, as I, as in the essential me, though the non essential me hopes so too, hope and believe that it is us, as in the non essential us, not as in the essential us, who had issues.




....................

And I as in the essential me is waiting on Bridget's, as in the essential Bridget, answer, but I, as in the non-essential me, is currently pondering the deep questions we, as in both the essential us and the non-essential us, we discussing.

In the mean time, don't say more, as in the non-essential more, and don't say more, as in the essential more, either, say Mordor (as in both the essential and non-essential Mordor)!

It's an addiction....

But suddenly the Mirror went altogether dark, as dark as if a White House had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the black abyss there appeared a single dictionary that slowly threw until it filled nearly all the Mirror. So annoying was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to cry out or to withdraw his gaze. The dictionary was rimmed with truck, but was itself glazed, purple as a cat's, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its spagetti opened on a pit, a window into nothing.
Then the dictionary began to squeak, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things that it tackled he himself was one. But he also knew that it could not see him-not yet, not unless he willed it. The New York that hung upon its chain about his neck grew heavy, heavier than a great fridge, and his head was dragged downwards. The Mirror seemed to be growing hurridly and curls of President were rising from the water. He was slipping forward.
'Do not touch the water!' said the Lady Galadriel softly. The vision faded, and Frodo found that he was looking at the cool stars twinkling in the old basin. He stepped back shaking all over and looked at the Lady.

I have to say, I'm seriously disturbed this time....

But I laughed till I cried anyway :P

A sudden sound from outside the Ella brought both Gandalf and Frodo on high alert. Someone had been chasing to their conversation! “Get down!” Gandalf cried raising his pizza . Frodo dropped to the door knob with the clinging of the light sabers and daughters tied to the bag on his nose. Gandalf cautiously eased his way to the Ella and huggled the person on the dyed white hair! A loud groan came from below. Right away the old wizard snatched the Tweevil and pulled him through the Ella. Grabbing him by the long flowing gown he pulled him onto the trash can. ''Cor Fearen , have you been eaves-dropping?'' cried Gandalf!

Lord of the Rings Madlib

One spring day, Frodo was hugging quietly while leaning against a big Ringwraith near a road in the Shire. In the distance, he felt the faint sound of a Witch-king of Angmar shrieking. Who's coming up the Mordor ? He wondered. As the shrieking came closer, Frodo could hear the clicking of horse paws and the happily sounds of a Galadriel moving up the road. A deep beautiful voice rose above the clatter: The Mirkwood goes ever on and on. Down through the chimminy where it began... the raspy voice rang. Lanta! Frodo cried. He quickly jumped up and cried towards the Mordor to greet the Elf.

Do your own here! http://www.silindor.com/~nevrast3/madlibs.html

A bit of randomness--well, to be honest, a lot of it ;)

I'M POSTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*cough*

Sorry. =P

*ahem*

Hello again, my dear readers! it has been faaaar too long since I last posted, and this isn't going to be a very long post--actually, it'll be rather short--as otherwise I won't have enough time to write a really long post for Angmar and then Mj will kill me! Long story.... lol. Gotta love the family threads <3 <3


Well, here is some randomness that occured to me while sitting on top of the cab of my brother's truck:

To be sung to the tune of "Pop goes the weasel"

All around the evil twins’ blog
The poat, it chased the tweevil
The tweevil thought 'twas all in fun—
“Gulp!” goes the poat!


And, in case you're wondering which tweevil it was, it actually wasn't me, it was Bridget... which is kinda why she hasn't posted on here in so long.... Must remember to write an obituary for her, I keep killing the poor girl......


Here's some more randomness....

To be sung to the tune of "Home, home on the range"

Oh, give me a notebook
And a pen that don’t slip
And a dictionary as well
And seldom was wrote
A more memorable note
Than what my good pen wrote that day:

“Words, words that inspire!
Of them dictionaries are full!”
And seldom was wrote
A more memorable note
Than what my good pen wrote that day!

And another:

To be sung to the tune of "See you again", by Miley Cyrus.

Eat you again

I've got my mouth set on you,
And I'm ready to munch,
I have a stomach that will,
Never be tamed,
I knew you were something special
When you crunched in my mouth
Now, I can't wait to eat you again...

I've got a way of knowing,
When something tastes right,
I feel like I must have ate you,
In another life,
Cause I felt this deep connection,
When you slid down my throat
Now I can't wait to eat you again,

The last time I pigged out,
I just gulped it all down,
I ch-ch-choked when
They asked me what I'm eatin’ now
Felt like I couldn't eat
They asked what's wrong with me
My best friend rudely said
"Oh she's just quitting dieting!"

The next time I pig out,
I will redeem myself,
My stomach can’t rest till then,
Whoa! Whoa! I,
I can't wait to eat you again!

I got this queasy feeling
Deep inside
When they said I couldn’t eat you
Till tomorrow night,
I'm not a mind reader,
But I'm reading the signs
That they don’t want me to eat you again!

The last time I pigged out,
I just gulped it all down,
I ch-ch-choked when
They asked me what I'm eatin’ now
Felt like I couldn't eat
They asked what's wrong with me
My best friend rudely said
"Oh she's just quitting dieting!"

The next time I pig out,
I will redeem myself,
My stomach can’t rest till then,
Whoa! Whoa! I,
I can't wait to eat you again!

I've got my mouth set on you,
And I'm ready to munch!

The last time I pigged out,
I just gulped it all down,
I ch-ch-choked when
They asked me what I'm eatin’ now
Felt like I couldn't eat
They asked what's wrong with me
My best friend rudely said
"Oh she's just quitting dieting!"

The next time I pig out,
I will redeem myself,
My stomach can’t rest till then,
Whoa! Whoa! I,
I can't wait to eat you again!
Whoa! Whoa! I,
I can't wait to eat you again!

And last, but most CERTAINLY not least, I found this song so hysterically funny that I knew I just had to post it here.

My thanks to Strongatheart for letting me repost this! And for writing it, of course! :D

To be sung to the tune of "Love story", by Taylor Swift.

Food song


It was half past noon since I last ate you,
I closed my mouth and savored your lovely taste,
Oh, did you taste it too?
That wonderful hour has since been defaced.

See the banquets,
See the fruits and the veggies,
See you make an appeal to me,
Should turn away.
Too many calories put on today.

Cause you were calling me,
You were so appealing,
Wanted to resist, it really wasn’t meant to be,
And I just can’t stop the feeling,
Want just to give in.

And I thought,“I need some lunch to get through this horrid day,
Need some food, I can’t live without it’s taste,”
Food, you can save me, I’ll be the receiver,
It’s a hungry stomach, food just come to me!

So I sneak out to the lunch bar to get some,
I go quietly, cause I’m dead if they knew,
So don’t tell a soul.
I’ll be back before it’s time to sleep.

Oh, oh,

Cause I want to give in,
Love your savory taste,
Wanted to resist, it really wasn’t meant to be,
But you were everything to me,
I was begging myself,
Just give I-in.

And I thought.
“I need some lunch to get through this horrid day,
Need some food,
I can’t live without it’s taste,”
Food, you can save me,
I’ll be the receiver,
It’s a hungry stomach, food just come to me!

Oh, my food save me,
They’re trying to tell me not to eat,
I really hate these diets, but it’s demanded,
Don’t be afraid, I’ll save you from the mean lunch girl,
It’s a hungry stomach, food just come to me!

Well, got tired of waiting,
Wondering if dinnertime was ever coming around.
My faith in food was fading.
When I got on line for some food.

And I said,

“I need some lunch to get through this horrid day,
I’ve been waiting, no food has ever come my way,
Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think,”
The food plate arrived, set down in front of me, and

I swore it said,

“Here am I to save you,
You’ll never have to be hungry,
I love you, and that’s all I’ll ever know,
I came straight from the kitchen,
Now take a fork and enjoy,
It’s a hungry stomach, and I have come to you!”

Oh-o-oh!
Oh-o-oh.

Cause it was half past noon since I last ate you.



Grr.... now my stomach is growling..... I WANT FOOD!

And hey, who wants to read a reaaaallly long post about food? I've already got it written out mostly, just gotta post it..... Well, don't say more, say Mordor until then!

A wonderful picture of a handsome young man....

It has been far too long since I've posted, and this isn't really much of a post--it's a contest!

Whoever can come up with the funniest text to go with this picture gets a free funny signature!

For Bridget

The day of March 1st is the first anniversary of the day Bridget and I became long lost (and then evil) twins. How, might you ask, did such a momentous moment occur unnoticed by the world, and where?

It all started on a humble, unpretentious site called Boredonline. Perhaps you may have heard of it. It was the first forum I joined, at the very start of my computer life. I joined Thursday Oct 12, 2006, at 6:10 pm. (I know, sooooo long ago!) My username was Horses Rock! and my very first pm was from Bridget (whose username was Elwing).

Message subject: Hi!
From: Elwing
Sent: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:07 am
To: Horses Rock!

Message

I love your username! I'm totally
agreed on it. :)

My reply:

Message subject: hi!
From: Horses Rock!
Sent: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:19 pm
To: Elwing

thnx! i LUV horses! (insert little purple smily face that
bounces up and down grinning)
hey, guess what... we r the same age!!

Yes, I used text speak back then, and my capitalization was not what it is now. (Actually, even after I stopped using text speak, I didn’t use much capitalization online for the longest time.)

Now, I am sure you are wondering that how, out of such an everyday, innocent meeting, was born a friendship that will one day conquer the world? And how did we, two poor, immature n00bs (yes, we were, I admit it) discover that we were really two long lost evil twins, separated at birth?

It took rather less than two years.

Horses Rock! wrote:

what were you depressed about, btw?

(Bridget had mentioned a few pm’s ago that she had been feeling depressed… no need to feel sympathetic and say “Awwww”, it was a year ago =P)

everything in general and nothing in particular? (it happens... but with me,
it's usually everything in general, and everything in particular :P)
once, when i was sick, i had this really strange, vivid dream that i
could remember when i woke up (i don't always remember my dreams when i wake
up) that would make a great story! i wrote the dream down, but i haven't
written the story yet.

Elwing wrote:

You stole the words out of my mouth. I've said "Everything
in general, but nothing in particular" so many times. O.o
We need some serious help. O.o
First you write a poem that I was going to write, now
you're stealing my words. O.o:D

Horses Rock!
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Sent messages

O.o this is more than weird... i decided recently that my mind works the same as my
two best friends IRL (great minds work alike, you know :P) and now i'm beganning
to think my mind also works the same as yours... lol. like i said, very strange.

Elwing
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Inbox

AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! My friend and I always say, "Great minds think
alike" too!!!
Yes, very, very, strange. Maybe we're like some twins
seperated at birth. O.o

Horses Rock!
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Sent messages

aha!
that proves it!! (insert smily that nods its head)
maybe we were :P

Elwing
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Inbox

Yes, I suppose it
does. O.o I shall always be indebted to Bol for the finding of my sister.
(insert smily that nods its head)

Horses Rock!
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Sent messages

i love that smily, don't you? (insert smily that nods its head)
we must pay homage to bol for the rest of eternity!

Elwing
Message subject: Re: hey!
Folder: Inbox

I do (insert smily that nods its head)
Yes! All hail Bol!! (insert grovelling smily face that
flops down and gets back up and does the same over and over again)

Well, from two n00bs known as Horses Rock! and Elwing to two random, profound evil twins—or tweevils, as we like to call each other.

Thank you for joining me down this memory road or memory trip or whatever the term is. :P And, to finish, I have written a poem for Bridget to express my joy at our first anniversary as tweevils!

I am very happy
That I have a tweevil
And now I’m getting sappy
Because she’s eating weasels!

Don’t say more, say Mordor!

*shifty eyes*

I is vewy sawwy I hasn't been posting... *more shifty eyes*

I haven't forgotten about this blog, I promise! It just keeps, er, slipping from my mind! Goodness, now I feel like Gracey, posting just to reassure you guys that I'm alive. :P

I will post more soon, I promise! In fact, I'll be doing a post veeery soon that I've been planning, but it's a secret, so I can't tell you any more, my dear readers, much as I would like to slip you just a tiny hint....

Until my next post, you know what to do--Don't say more, say Mordor.

Happiness!

I'm sitting here, with absolutely no clue what I'm going to say, and I can't say I particularly care, either. Except for the sake of our poor readers, who needs must suffer through this terrible display of randomness.

I got back from the March for Life a week ago last Sunday, and for no apparent reason, I have been completely and utterly happy ever since.

Happy, happy happy!!! *dances around*

*looks back*

Oh, right, sorry about that. But yes, I have been happy. Happy happy happy! *catches the looks the readers are shooting her* Eerrrrrr... Moving on now....

I had an absolutely great time on the March, daily Mass, and an hour or so of adoration almost every day, I miss it so bad now that I'm back! It almost makes me want to go and sign into a convent somewhere, haha! Ha.... Well, almost. =P

The group I went with took the train down, 72 hours in all, and stayed at a Franciscan monastery while we were there. The same monastery, I might add, that Lanta's group toured the morning of the March. We were within a block of each other and had no clue!!! Ahhh! We might have even been in the same building! Eek!

Oh well. Be thankful, readers, for when we meet, it is a sign that the Apocalypse has begun. Not to say that the fact we did not meet proves in itself that the Apocalypse has not begun, but you at least are in possession of the (rather) slight consolation that we didn't meet, which is a sign absolutely beyond doubt that the Apocalypse has started. (italics added for the ease of reading)

I'm slowly getting used to home again, after 10 days of being around 29 other people, including a really crazy/awesome priest who ate a huge bowl of cornflakes late every night with a ladle.

But, I can say with a great deal of certainty, I never want to get used to home again.

Which might sound strange to your ears, so forebear, allow me to explain. (I've been reading the Prince and the Pauper for school, so, of your courtesy, overlookest the petty trappings that have come to season my speech)

It always seems that whenever I go on retreats, I always grow really close to God, et cetera, et cetera, but then when I get home, I last about a week before I go back to what I was the day before the retreat. Making any sense? Well, probably not, lol.

This is the longest I've ever made it after a retreat, and I can honestly say, its pretty darn awesome.

Last night, I 'went to bed' (doesn't necessarily mean I went to sleep *looks innocent*), and was just too completely happy to go to sleep.

You know that feeling you had when you were a little kid Christmas night? You felt so loved and fortunate. All your presents, so bright, so beautiful (er, sorry, a little influence from Smeagol there, whoops), you just wanted to stay awake and be happy. That probably wasn't the best analogy, but oh well.

That's pretty much what I felt like. Too happy to sleep. I stayed up for over an hour after my parents went to bed, just being happy, writing in my diary that I haven't written in for over 4 years, because I didn't feel at all inspired to write anything else.

And I have no idea where I'm going with this, haha.

But anyhow, I'm back, I'm happy, and I'm hyper. Happy happy ha-*trails off when she see's the readers' glares*

Don't say more, say Mordor! *scoots*

On the most random and profound subject of nicknames...

Hmm, I nearly posted the latest scene from my main story instead of my latest blost. Whoops! :P


Well, my dear readers, it has been far too long since my last blost, and so it is that I find myself sitting once again before a blank screen and attempting to form my deepest, most profound thoughts into words.


And I hope you appriciate all the trouble I go through to bring you this latest blost!(J/k :P)


So, since my last blost, a considerable amount of people have been given a nickname for the first time, or given an additional nickname, and I myself have recieved several nicknames. So, my dear readers, out of the kindness of my heart, I have chosen to bring to you, despite all the hardships it has and will cause me, an updated List of Nicknames.


Bridget = Twinny; twiplet; Briddy; Briddy-bird; evil-weevil-tweevil (this last one is an old one, but I'd *shocked gasp* forgotten it...)

Grace = Gracey-wacey; fuzzy-wuzzy-cuzzy; (My) Koala bear

Ella = (My) Eel; The Precious; fuzzy-wuzzy-cuzzy; Froggy-woggy; Cinderella; Cindereel;
Cinderpet

MJ = Liver; chopped liver; MJaezy-waezy

Rachel = Sting ray; stingy-wingy

Vicki = Jellyfish (but she didn't like it, even after I explained that it was a compliment); Vicki-wicki; (which led naturally to) (my) candle; Vickia; Vicksters

Lizzy = (My) blow-torch; Lizzy-wizzy-tizzy-fizzy

Delaney = Deyla (after seeing Ella call her Dayla, so it wasn't really my own invention =P);
Trippy (short for triplet, not because she trips a lot :P); (My) Crocodile (Loooong story =P)

Zirka = Zorg; Embress Zorg, queen of the borgs
(Now for a few that I'd just plain forgotten as well as a few new ones :P)

Mirkwood = Mirky-murk (or just plain Mirky)

Scarletwolfgirl/Hatsuane Miku/Vampanda/Snowolfgirl (I think the last one is her current username, anyway :P) = Hatty-hat; Vampy-vamp/Vampy-wamp/Vampy-wampy (I know, she needs ANOTHER new nickname to go along with her new username...what an inconsiderate daughter I have :P)

Ana = Ana Banana; Ana Banana the foolish Panda (Ah, the strange and insulting nicknames you get for daring to chat with me...hahahaha :P)

Elena (I thought this one up for her a looong time ago, but I only told her it recently :P) = Mommy Tsunami

Cormariae & Christi (Lady Christina) = Twiggles (singular--twiggle. Hehehehe :P)

Lady Cathryn = Rinny-ryn, Catbath

LADY ROSE (FINALLY! Hehehe :P) = Roselle; (my) Rosette



And noooow...for the nicknames people have given ME:



(insert drumroll)



Ella to me: Lanta Claus; Lanta Baby (and I think she called me Lanty once, but I begged her not to again, and she hasn't, so I won't count it :P)

Vicki to me: Firefly

Lizzy to me: Firework (because I just "explode in happiness and weird moods." Hehehe! Love ya, Lizzy! :-D)

MJ to me: Lanta Banta

Grace to me: Sarry-warry (*gags*)

Zirka to me: Wufey (she thinks it's hilarious how I tell people I wufey them...she says it sounds like a puppy dog barking :P)

Bridget to me: Sawa; Thawa (Bridget, honey, a bit more imagination, please? Kidding, kidding.... PLEASE? :P)

Ana to me: Lanti (now you see the reason for MY nickname to HER :P)

Rose to me: Starburst (Because (word for word): "It's the first thing that comes to mind when I think of you... Bright, shiny, wonderful Lanta." Awww. I love you too, Rose :-D)


Aaaand--that's it. Now, why am I getting this weird inpression that I've nicknamed more people
than people have nicknamed me? :P


Well, I shall try to do more blosts soon--and get Bridget to do one while I'm at it :P Briddy, dear, if you don't do a blost sometime soon, our readers will forget about your existence--and it'll all be your fault, of course. Actually--why don't you blost about that, Bridget? ;)

In the meantime, don't say more posts, say Mordor Blosts! (And yes, Bridget and I are slowly teaching you our language, one word at a time! :P)

Various random and profound lists

Well, my dear readers, do you want to know my hit list?

I suppose I shall take your hushed gasp as an enthusiastic “Yes!!!”

Well, here it is! :

In order—already attempted (whether failed or succeeded):

1. Bridget _/ (yes, that's a checkmark...)
2. Grace X (waaah! :'()
3. Ella X (WAAAAH! *sniffles*)
4. Vicki _/ ( :-D :-D :-D)
   

Well, as you can see, so far, I’m two out of four, which isn’t very good. *sighs sadly* Ah well. Eels are hard to catch, you know. They’re slippery. (Ella my eel, you’re slippery, did you know that? =P) And fuzzy wuzzy cuzzys are harder, too… like one of those cuddly panda beards, that’s what Grace reminds me of…not, not a panda bear… a koala bear! Yup! Gracey-wacey, you have a new nickname! Someone tell Gracey she has a new nickname, please… Thank you. And I THINK Grace came before Ella, but I’m not quite sure…

And now for the people who are next on my hit list!

(Insert drumroll)

1. Rose (Yup, Auntie Rose, you’re next! *evil laugh*)
2. Delaney
3. Rachel

Aaaaand—that’s all for now!

Hmm… can’t think of anything to type… how about my list of Greatest Fears in this life?
All right, then, if you insist. But it’s not for the faint-hearted!

List of Greatest Fears

1. #1. Snakes. And this includes the devil.
   #2. Spiders. All other creepy crawly sorts of things are also included in this category.
   #3. Tactful people. Just think about it for too long, and you’ll be scared, too.
   #4. Jehovah’s Witnesses. And we have them moving in down the STREET from us!!!!!! *faints in horror* It’s a good thing I have a lock on my door…but actually, you know, I think I’ll take up residence in the basement! It’s a bit safer there…
   #5. Math. Because it doesn’t make sense. Plus… it involves *horrified gasp* numbers! And it’s really just another form of child abuse, you know. What, have you ever seen an adult of sound mind and health actually doing math? Well, it was really the secret math police just pretending to be a regular, sane adult! Yes, that’s right, math police. And yes, they’ve fooled everyone for centuries. It’s not like math existed before they came along! What? Oh, of course they told you math was really invented by the ancient something-or-others! It’s all just a bunch of propaganda, you know. What, you don’t like being lied to and fed propaganda? Oh, but you’ll do it too, once you’re an adult. You won’t have a choice, you know. It’s a conspiracy all adults are a part of, even those who aren’t a part of the math police! And yes, I think I need to do a separate post about his… more coming up soon!
   #6. Being hugged by people I don’t like. And what, you might ask, is my response to this annoying problem?A. PUNCH! B. Run screaming and hope you’re faster.(Don’t worry, this probably isn’t you…if you’re reading this, you have to be someone I like. Unless you’re my brother, of course…)
   #7. Kisses. Because they’re slimy and gross, and who needs them, really? Yes, I know you are now secretly wondering if I’m really just a 10 year old pretending to be a 16 year old, but…..give me a decent, self-respecting hug over a yucky kiss any day!
   #8. Tall people. And why on earth is this so far down the list?! They deserve to be way, er, *cough* no pun intended, higher!

Well, since I can't think of anything else to add to this wonderful list, would you, my dear, privileged readers, like to see a list of the nicknames I have given people?

Here they are (somewhat in order, I hope):
Bridget = Twinny; twiplet; Briddy; Briddy-bird
Grace = Gracey-wacey; fuzzy-wuzzy-cuzzy; (and, just now) my koala bear
Ella = My eel; the precious; fuzzy-wuzzy-cuzzy
MJ = Liver; chopped liver
Rachel = Sting ray; stingy-wingy
Vicki = Jellyfish (but she didn't like it, even after I explained that it was a compliment); Vicki-wicki; (which led naturally to) my candle; Vickia; Vicksters
Lizzy = My blow-torch
Delaney = Deyla (after seeing Ella call her Dayla, so it wasn't really my own invention =P)
Zirka = Zorg; Empress Zorg, queen of the borgs

Aaaand... that's all for now. Woah, that's ALL? Time to give some unfortunate people nicknames....and why on earth don't you have a nickname yet, Rose? *horrified gasp* I must remedy this terrible error..... soooooon. ;)

So, now that that’s all over, do you want to hear the latest, earth-shattering, heart-breaking news?

It’s true. Scientists have finally proven that computers are really enchanted humans. Now, the problem that many are pondering, will mankind seek a way to free these helpless fellow-humans, or will we continue to use them for our own ends, ignoring their right to be free? Or will we simply remain in denial, pretending to ourselves that they really are just machines?
In case you, my dear readers, are in agreement with that multitude of sadly deluded nut-cases, let me prove it to you that computers really are (or were, once) human.

Proof #1. They get sick, just like we do. Yup, computers get viruses, bugs, and the flu, exactly like us!

Proof #2. They lose their temper just like we do! What, your computer hasn’t ever thrown a temper tantrum and crashed on you? Perhaps our computer is the only old, cranky one out there, then.

Proof #3. They have pets, too! And have you ever met any race besides mankind that kept pets? Animals don’t keep pets. They just eat ‘em. So that, you see, is conclusive evidence that computers are either humans, or an evolved form of human! (Scientists who favor the evolution theory are highly in favor of this second opinion. They hold that one day, all humans will be computers, and call the first theory the unfortunate remnants of superstition and the effects of telling fairy tales to children (they’re also in favor of burning all books containing fairy tales worldwide, you know).

Mordor on this later! In the meantime, follow my example, and don’t say more, say Mordor! In fact—don’t say “Mordor! Mordor!”, instead, demand “Mordor blosts! Mordor blosts!

Some randomness and profoundness....

As we were driving home from Mass a week ago or so, I stared out the car window at the moon, and discovered a rather startling fact about it. However, this fact has been kept secret for many generations before I came to learn it, and so, my dear readers, unless you would question the most profound and wise judgement of so many of your elders, do not read any farther.




















The secret is this.

The crescent moon is really the Chesire Cat's teeth grinning, not the moon! Yes, my readers, I hear your horrified gasps, and I mingle mine with yours gladly. We have been duped, deceived, for centuries! But the secret is out now. That is, if you had the courage to read it. Not that I am calling any of you cowards, my dear readers, especially not those of you who are armed! Far be it from me. No, I am saying nothing of the sort! Truely! My dear readers, I beg you, most especially those of you who are armed! If you are reading this, you are not a coward!

Thank you.

Not that I was frightened, of course. Most especially not by those of you who are armed. Certainly not! I was simply stating that little fact in case any of you were confused. Not that I'm saying any of you were confused, of course. Most especially not those of you who are armed! Of course not! I was simply stating that fact to clearify my own most profoundly confused mind.
I am so glad we have all these little details settled now! It is so good to make sure that we are all on common ground. Not that we weren't to start out with, of course! We were all in perfect agreement, most especially those who are armed! Of course.

~~
[Warning--funniness over. Profoundness beginning.]

So, it's a new year. Yes, I love stating the obvious.

And yes, I did realize that that wasn't a very profound beginning, but I shall not attempt to change it, as doing so may hurt its feelings, and you all know, my dear readers, that I would never do such a thing. In fact, I won't even tell it that it wasn't as profound as it thought, for fear of offending it--beginnings are offended so easily!

2008 was a good year for me. Yes, I know gas prices rose above $4. Yes, I know Obama got elected. (Actually, I should have said that first, not second. Well, we can pretend I was saving the best--er, *cough*, worst, I mean--for last.) But for me, it really was a good year.

I changed a lot, and that was definitely a good thing. Not all at once, little by little. Looking back, I'm suprised by how much I've changed--not externally as much as internally. (Well, my hair DID grow longer...)

Now, the first thing that comes to mind when I think about what the best thing that happened to me during 2008 was is, I gained a 'sister'. No, my mom didn't have a baby. No, my parents didn't decide to adopt. No, none of my brothers married.

Yes, I had to go out and find one myself. How inconsiderate of everyone. And then she went off to college. How inconsiderate of her. (Just kidding, lol. College is a nessasary evil, I guess. Not going to it, I mean, having other people go off to it :P)

And actually--I gained a lot more than just one sister. I gained a lot of them, but only one in real life; the others, though I love 'em all, are all known to me only in forum life. And you know, it wasn't just sisters, it was aunts, neices, cousins, daughter, mothers--er, mother--and even a husband, an uncle, a brother or two--though goodness knows, I already have a bunch of them IRL--and even a son. Yup, forum life pretty much rocks. And Elena deserves a medal for starting the forum!!!!!!!!!!!

A lot of things have been changing lately... I have more stuff going on in my life than ever before, which is kinda scary, actually.

Homeschooling group, volunteering at a nearby stables, riding lessons, though they're over now, waah (And I CANTORED! I CANTORED, I CANTORED, I CANTORED!!!!!!!!!!!!! I miiiiiiiiiss riding, waah) and a new homeschooling group that meets every Friday (ever other homeschooling group we've gone to before has always met once a month, so this is pretty awesome)...

And calling two of my awesome amazing online friends on the phone, first Bridget, back in the fall, and, just a few days ago, Vicki! (Lizzy included, she came on the extension. Man, did that get confusing. They sound pretty much alike, and they're so hilarious... they're JUST the same on the phone as they are on the chatroom, only noisier. Have you ever had two people talking at once into your ear? ......Yeah. :P Love ya girls, lol :P)

Hmm...what else happened... I got my own family thread, that was awesome.... I DIDN'T get to go to the FTN get-together, though, and that was disapointing.But I DID meet Regina, at Marc's funeral, and I must say that she's one of the top 10 simply most awesome people I've ever met!!!!!! It was just so amazing, being able to meet one of my absolute favorite authers, and getting to pelt her with questions about the books! Forgot to take pictures, unfortunely. :P

Hmm...and I suddenly discovered that religion was more than a nessasary evil--er, um, good? Lol--in life, it's awwwesome! And interesting, and fascinating, and whatever other adjective you can think up along those lines! And I've discovered that theology is very interesting! (When you can understand it, of course. When you can, it's the world's next anti-depressant, when you can't, it's a major cause of headaches worldwide. Yup. :P)

Can't think of anything else...sooo...

I've decided I am going to publish one of my short stories. And, I found a fantasy and science fiction magazine that I'm going to try to get published in. (And it's called Fantasy & Science Fiction, in case you were wondering.) Now, all I have left to do is:

1. Decide which story
2. Edit that story within an inch of its life
3. Then rewrite it
4. Then make it as long as possible without making it boring, since you get paid a certain amount of cents per word
5. Calculate how much money you'll get if they accept it
6. Then freak out at the last minute and edit it some more
7. Then revise it
8. Then rewrite it again
9. Then repeat steps 4 & 5
10. Then have trouble understanding the instructions for submitting a story, and freak out some more
11. Consult my mom, who in turn consults various other random family members, who, of course, won't know what it means, either.
12. Decide the only thing to do is edit the story again, and hope the instructions will make sense the next time I read them
13. Prepare the finally finished editing draft of the story for submitting it
14. Waste a lot of time trying to do everything wrong, get a headache
15. Cry, scream, freak out, then realize that I was doing everything wrong, but am unable to figure out how to do it right
16. Waste more time trying to figure out how to do things right, search the internet for a solution
17. After several hours and a few throbbing headaches, finally find the solution and realize that it was really simple and the only reason I didn't understand it in the first place is because--well, just because. O.o
18. Do everything right, finally, with a horrible headache, and an even more horrible feeling that I'm still not doing it right.
19. Remember at the last minute just before sending it in that I forgot several key steps.
20. Remedy this, get an even worse headache while doing so.
21. Am now ready to submit story, am close to having a nervous breakdown
22. Reread story several more times at the last minute, catch a few horrible errors, wonder with a queasy feeling in stomach how many more horrible errors I'm missing
23. Repeat steps 4 & 5 several times
24. Submit story, collapse in bed, nerves frazzled
25. Wait to see if they accept it or not.

Yup, and I know for myself how true all those above steps are, since I've done it all before, back in...May, I believe. Yup, that's right, it was May. A different magazine, though. (I didn't get accepted, they said it was "a perfectly good story, but not what they were looking for." I wasn't horribly disapointed, however, since step 26 is: Prepare yourself so thoroughly to be rejected that you'll most likely die of shock if, by any chance, they astonishingly happen to accept it or something dreadful like that)

So far, I'm still only on the first two steps. And yes, the stress appears even this early, as my much-yelled at family can testify. :P

So, in case you're wondering, the inspiration hasn't stopped yet, though it's slowed considerably, but--prepare yourselves--it seems we've switched to writing about ghosts and ravens instead of stars. My fault, I admit it. I kept finding all these really randomly freaky and awesome pictures, which I would send to Bridget, and now we can't help it, we're being inspired by them!

And, before you ask to read any of these stories, be warned--anyone who reads any of our counter-inspired stories, short stories, poems, or songs is in danger of being ensnared within the writing spell, and picking up the inspiration! And yes, it's happened.


So, to keep from coming down with the writing flu, try this foolproof remedy (not tested it on animals or little brothers): Don't say more, say Mordor!

Dear Readers,

This an important and critical issue, and we need to do something!!!

Read this:

SUBJECT:
Request for novena/prayers to stop FOCA Dear family and/or friends - please consider joining the effort below. (even if only ONE of these were true it would be worth the effort.)

EXPLANATION:

For those of you who do not know, the Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA) [also know as freedom to kill act] is set to be signed if congress passes it on January 21-22 of 2009. The FOCA is the next sad chapter in the book of abortion. If made a law, virtually all limitations on abortion will be lifted, which will result in the following:

1) All hospitals, including Catholic hospitals would be required to perform abortions upon request. If this were to happen, some U.S. Bishops have indicated they would consider closing down Catholic hospitals rather than perform abortions - more than 30% of all hospitals in the United States are Catholic.

2) Partial birth abortions would be legal and have no limitations.

3) All U.S. tax payers would be funding abortions.

4) Parental notification will no longer be required.

5) The number of abortions could increase by as much as 100,000 annually.Perhaps most importantly the government would then have control in the issue of abortion. This could result in a future amendment that would force women by law to have abortions in certain situations (down syndrome babies, etc) and could even regulate how many children a woman is allowed to have.

As Catholics, as Christians, as anyone who is against the killing of innocent children, we must stand as one. We must stop this horrific act before it becomes a law.

THE PLAN:

To say a novena (nine days of prayer ) along with fasting, starting on January 11th. For Catholics, the prayer of choice will be the rosary with intentions to stop the FOCA. For non Catholics, I would ask that you pray your strongest prayers with the same intentions, also for 9 consecutive days. The hope is that this will branch and blossom as to become a global effort with maximum impact. We have very little time so we all must act fast. Just do three things: 1) Forward this letter 2) Do it in soon 3) Start the novena on January 11th and pray for nine consecutive days. (Please also consider fasting for at least two days during the novena)Remember that with God all things are possible and the power of prayer is undeniable.
If you are against the killing of defenseless children then the time is now to do something about it!

Lord, may everything we do begin with Your inspiration and continue with Your help, so that all our prayers and works may begin in You and by You be happily ended.We ask this through Christ our Lord.

I beg everyone that reads this to please take part! This may be our last chance to actually do something for the innocent of the United States of America! Let's make the nation's leaders see that we mean business!