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!

Rawr!

Rawr=dino talk for "I love you" (or was it 'hello"? Ella? Help! *cough*)
Um, ok, never mind that. In my old age, my memory is failing me.

I'm serious.

It snowed last night. By morning, we had a foot. Anyway, I went to go outside in the evening, and then when I got to the door, I turned around and asked my mom, "Mom, where did I put my glasses?"
Her reply: "They're on your head, aren't they?"
Me: "Um, yeah, right."

I kid you not. I'm getting old. And speaking of that--I'M 16!!!!!!!! And have been since the first of this month...and didn't tell any of you...haha.

So, a while ago I heard some people complaining that they didn't like the colors, & thought they were too conservative, not crazy enough.

Satisfied now? If not...how about bright green? Really, really bright green, the shade that makes your eyes scream in agony the instant they behold it? And really, really bright blue to match? With the text in really, really bright orange, of course. ;)

I'm really tired, so this isn't gonna be a very funny post, just a random one. Saaaawwy. I was out snow shoveling for three hours this morning.

So, Bridget spent all of November writing frantically, and ended up writing a huge amount of words--um...how many pages, Bridget? A few hundred? Lol--while I barely wrote anything that month. And then, come December, and just in the last several days, I have written two really long scenes on my main story, two short stories, a song (which actually has a tune! Astonishing--only a few of my songs ever have a tune to go with the words), probably a poem or two, or fragments of several poems, anyway, and--last, but by no means least--I started writing a new story. And it's a vampire story. Yes, you heard me right. I, Lanta/Sara/whatever other name you know me as, am writing a vampire story.

However, no decent, self respecting, average, run-of-the-mill vampire fiction will assosiate with it. Not even Twilight. And why, you ask? Why is my poor story scorned and degraded by all its kin? I will tell you, my readers. Be patient, and soon all shall be revealed to you.

For one thing, the only thing it has in common with its relatives (yes, even Twilight) is the whole drinking-blood thing.

All the decent, self-respecting vampire stories I have ever read (which is actually only a very few; vampires are just not my thing) have a few key things in common with each other:
1. They are set in this world, or in a world that's close enough to this world to be nearly identical in every way to it.
2. Vampires are always the strong, the powerful, never the weak. Being a vampire is a good thing. Except for the whole drinking-blood issue, it's acutally worth it, when you think about it--I mean, come on. You've got superhuman powers, strength, abilities, etc. You're better. Being a vampire is never (or rarely) shown as a bad thing--the vampire character rarely regrets it, and even then (in cases like Rosalie) it's not because of being a vampire, it's because of some of the unwelcome side effects.

Now, the reason my vampire story is shunned by all its kin is because it has neither of those two elements mentioned above. In my story:
1. It's not set in this world. Vampires don't belong in this world. I actually rather dislike most fantasy-set-in-this-world because, no matter how well-written, it's always just a little (or more than just a little) weird.
2. Being a vampire is a weakness. It doesn't make you stronger. It doesn't make you better. (And actually--I'm thinking there will be only one character who's a vampire, and it's not something that can be passed on by a bite.)
When the vampire lady (who regretably lacks a name as of yet) craves blood, it's like an addiction. it makes her weaker. She loses control over herself. Unless she drinks blood, she grows so weak that she can barely stand. Another idea I'm toying with--she doesn't crave blood all the time, only during certain times, or after she does something or other, I need to think this idea through more, though, before doing anything with it. And--drinking blood isn't nessasary. She doesn't live on blood, like the vampires in Twilight. But, unless someone else intervenes, she can't stop herself. And that's where the Guard comes in. They are people who are bound to her her, they owe her absolute loyalty & absolute obediance when she commands them using the bond. And, when she is overcome by the BloodCall, they are the only ones who can restrain her.

So, that's my story. I haven't even gotten to 10 pages on paper yet, but I'm totally hooked by it already. And yes, I admit it--I was somewhat (well, acutally, a lot) inspired by "Lord of Snow and Shadows", a book I read a few days ago. I started writing my story the same night I read that book.

Haha, you wanna know another funny thing?

Ok, so I write a short story. Bridget reads my short story, and than has a dream inspired by it, and starts writing a story based on her dream. So I read her story-that's-based-on-a-dream-that's-inspired-by-my-story, and I'm instantly inspired to write a song. So, I'm talking to Bridget on the phone that night (seriously, it was after 11 when I finally got off the phone with her) and I sing my song for her, and she gets inspired to write a song of her own. So, I read her song-that's-inspired-by-my-song-which-is-inspired-by-her story-that's-based-on-a-dream-that's-inspired-by-my-story, and I'm inspired to write a short story like, 10 minutes later.

I wonder what will happen when Bridget reads that short story. Oh, dear.

Well, I shall leave you to ponder in the depths of your heart the terrible image of Bridget and I writing stories and poems and songs inspired by each other's poems and stories and songs until the very day of our death. (It is actually quite a scary thought!)

To help rid your mind of that horrifying image (and believe me, this works), don't say more, say Mordor!

Hello....?

Hello, everyone!
As of long last, I am finally back. (Or else someone has figured out how to hack my account.) For so long my life has been slowly wandering through a meadow, picking flowers, making shapes of the clouds and what not, but its gotten really busy of a sudden. It kind of started with NaNoWriMo. I pretty much lost my free time during November in an effort to get something written. Which I did, actually. I had around 45,000 words at the end; not enough to win, but enough to make me happy. I got myself grounded from the computer the last few days of November and into December (I had been a lazy bum, lol). The day I was able to go back on the computer, it was time to go to a retreat! I had been to one of the same sort last spring, so I had met some of the people before. The whole experience is really difficult to put into words, but I honestly think it was the best thing that's ever happened to me. All the people were really friendly and crazy, the talks were super great, (I started crying during like three of them, and I almost never cry in public) and Mass and adoration were just beautiful.
Like I said, no idea now to put it in words, but it was really moving. It was like I could actually feel God there, and see Him in the stories the people shared of their lives. I made a completely new friend, and we were pretty much inseparable for the weekend. I came home Sunday night, and I didn't even want to listen to the secular rock/hard rock music on my computer, which I've pretty much been listening to for 2 years straight. I'm down to some old Kutless, Third Day, and Casting Crowns, LOL. Go figure. >.> I'm trying to shape my life up a bit now, prayers are always appreciated. ;)
Two days after I got back, I got this random urge to make, get this, candy canes. We've never made them before, either. I roped my dad into it, and we finally started in the evening. My mom had to help since the candy was setting up before we had twisted the colors together. But we did get some pretty canes, though we ended up with a few broken ones, and some random bits and pieces. Now I want to make fudge and toffee, too. o.o Oh, and cream puffs.
And that brings me up to Thursday, today! Mom is going to Wisconsin for a week on the train because a friend of hers is getting her doctor's or bachelor's or something like that in.... something. Physcology, maybe. Which means I, poor little ol' lowly Bridget, have to cook FOOD and do the LAUNDRY for an entire week. And do all my normal school, I might add. Macaroni and chili beans, here we come...
Then in January, I'm leaving for a week or so on the March for Life. First time I'll ever be farther east than Duluth, Minnesota. And I might even have a teen bit of a chance of meeting Lanta there! *starts to hyperventilate from excitement*
Yes, readers, fear for your lives! It is one of the signs of the apocalypse, is it not?
So all this is kind of putting a crunch on my school, and I might not get so much time to be online. I'll try my best to keep up with the blog here, though. *salutes*
But if all else fails, readers, just remember, don't say more, say Mordor!

Please accept my most humble, profound apologies....

*Wipes a tear from eye*

My dear readers, it grieves me deeply to have to imform you of this sad news. Bridget is grounded, in a cruel twist of fortune. Why, I know not. But she shall not come here until many long ages (until Sunday, i believe she said, since she's then going on a retreat), and when she comes--who can say how this terrible ordeal may have changed her? Why, she might not post anything for weeks!

And as for me--I, who am your last remaining hope!--my computer was hacked, not once, but twice! and is now offline only until it is fixed, and who knows when that shall be. In the meantime, we are using our old, semi-retired computer which hates anything google and kills it on site. Once and a while, like today, the two ancient foes relapse into indifference towards each other, but those days are rare, and few and far between. So--don't expect to hear from me frequently. I am so deeply grieved at the pain I must surely be causing you. Please, do not die! I want you all to be alive and healthy when I return in triumph!

In the meantime, have fun trying to force Bridget to post :P And--don't say more, say Mordor! (Believe me, it will bring much peace to your tender hearts!)

Proof I can rhyme better than Bridget!

(Well, my meter is better, anyway ;) Hint--pronounce "Edgar" with the emphasis on the second syllable instead of the first (it'll sound much better) and pronounce "lol" as if it was a word, not seperate letters (like "lull))

A Poem on the Random, Profound Subject of Random Profound Thoughts

Random Profound Thoughts
Dance upon my nose
But what if it blows?
Away they'll go
I'd better not blow my nose!

Random Profound Thoughts
Curl around my toes
But what'll happen, who knows
If I wriggle my toes?
I'd better not wriggle my toes!

Random Profound Thoughts
Are eating Spagetti Os
So I picked up a hose
And turned it on low
And won back my Spagetti Os!

Random Profound Thoughts
Are pondering arrows and bows
They lined up in rows
I said to them "Woe!"
And threw at them Edgar Allen Poe!

Random Profound Thoughts
Hunt me with balls of snow
They won't cease and go
They only shriek "No!"

Why didn't I blow my nose?
Or wriggle my toes?
Oh, upon me is woe!
And don't you dare say "Lol!"

Tarantulas and Tapeworms and Obama, oh my!

Barack however-you-spell-his-middle-name Obama is an iguana. And he’s the Antichrist.

My dearly beloved readers, we have an iguana for an Antichrist.

Now, some of you may ask (and perhaps disappear mysteriously soon after asking) how I know that Obama is an iguana. The answer is simple. I have deduced it. From what, you may ask (if you live long enough to ask a second question). And, if you manage to blurt out a third question as you are being dragged away, I imagine it would be “How can you prove it?”

Logic, my dear readers, is to be shunned. Logic is cold, hard, icy, and impenetrable; an unreasoning leap of the mind to a conclusion that may or may not be the correct conclusion. For instance, say I were to pick up a bar of chocolate as I wander beneath a grim forest where the sun barely shone, and say to myself, “This is chocolate.” How would I know it was chocolate? Because my eyes told me so, and I believe my eyes. Because my heart told me that what I held in my hands was chocolate. But say I instead sat down, stared at the bar of chocolate very hard, and proceeded to reason logically to myself whether or not what I was holding was, in fact, chocolate, until sheer fatigue overtook me, and I fell into a deep, dark sleep, waking to find myself holding a fistful of sand. Logic would tell me that it had not been chocolate all along, whereas if I had just believed the evidence my eyes and heart showed me and disregarded the doubts of my brain, I would have happily consumed a delicious bar of mouthwatering chocolate!

Logic is, in fact, much as it pains me to say this, for fools. Smart people are simply not logical! Logic is unfashionable, unpopular, obsolete, ostracized, detested, out-of-date, old-fashioned, behind the times, archaic, superseded, outmoded, passé, hated, out of favor, old, antiquated, ancient, defunct, reviled, loathed, abhorred, insufferable, despicable, disgraced, disfavored, aged, antediluvian, olden, prehistoric, redundant, primeval, useless, intolerable, primordial, unendurable, unspeakable, bygone, insupportable, unbearable, appalling, dreadful, contemptible, wicked, shameful, dishonorable, vile, loathsome, superfluous, disused, unneeded, revolting, unnecessary, un-called for, primitive, ineffective, primal, of no use, excruciating, a waste of time, futile, ineffectual, inadequate, worthless, agonizing, disgusting, terrible, long-gone, in the past, ignominious, depraved, base, low, ignoble, detestable, and simply not accepted!

I hope I have convinced you of the truth of this, my dear readers. I have tried my best. However, you are probably wondering what all that had to do with Obama, and I will answer.

Because I trust in my eyes and my heart to tell me the truth, I do not need logic. Logic tells me (or tries to) that Obama is not an iguana. However, it is quite fortunate that I do not rely on logic to tell me what is, and what is not. I value the evidence of my eyes and my heart far above logic, and they both tell me unhesitatingly that Obama is an iguana. My eyes tell me that he looks like an iguana. My heart tells me that he talks like, acts like, and, in short, is an iguana.

Obama is an iguana. I am sure you agree with me, my dear readers (or what is left of you, anyway), for how could you not? Have I not laid out in a clear, precise manner the proof of his being an iguana, and showed you why the evidence against it is unfashionable, unpopular, obsolete, ostracized, detested, out-of-date, old-fashioned, behind the times, archaic, superseded, outmoded, passé, hated, out of favor, old, antiquated, ancient, defunct, reviled, loathed, abhorred, insufferable, despicable, disgraced, disfavored, aged, antediluvian, olden, prehistoric, redundant, primeval, useless, intolerable, primordial, unendurable, unspeakable, bygone, insupportable, unbearable, appalling, dreadful, contemptible, wicked, shameful, dishonorable, vile, loathsome, superfluous, disused, unneeded, revolting, unnecessary, un-called for, primitive, ineffective, primal, of no use, excruciating, a waste of time, futile, ineffectual, inadequate, worthless, agonizing, disgusting, terrible, long-gone, in the past, ignominious, depraved, base, low, ignoble, detestable, and simply not accepted?

Therefore, Obama is an iguana. (From now on, I will refer to him as “the Iguana” or “Obama the Iguana”) Let us move on to my second statement.

Obama the Iguana is the Antichrist.

How can I prove this, you ask? My dear readers, I thought I had already explained very thoroughly that proof is unnecessary! *sighs and shakes head mournfully*
However, if you insist, I shall do my best to please you. The Iguana is the Antichrist, and the numbers back me up. When I took the Iguana’s full name, after a lengthy and difficult process, it came out to 666.666666. And, my reader, if that is not proof, then what is?

We must prepare ourselves with great fortitude for the time of woe and tribulation that is to come. And, my dear reade—oh, dear, there goes the last one—the best way to prepare your heart is by this: Don’t say more, say Mordor!

Our new president....

...is the antichrist. Evidence coming up tomorrow (or perhaps later today, if you're lucky).

Novena for the election

I copied this from Lady Rose's blog. Please pray it on November 4th! I intend to.

"This is a novena to the Infant of Prague, a novena for an urgent need. Our country is in a very urgent need. It is permissible that: In cases of great urgency, a novena of hours may be made instead of days. The prayers should, if possible, be repeated at the same time every hour for nine consecutive hours. I strongly encourage each and every one of you and your families, to pray this novena on election day, November 4th. Every single prayer counts and is needed!
I can attest to the power of this novena, it once saved my family from
bankruptcy. PLEASE pass this novena along and urge everyone you know to pray it on November 4th as well! Our prayers DO count, and we must storm heaven with them! Suggested intention:That this election day, our country may elect a holy, wise, pro-life, pro-family president and other political leaders.

Powerful Novena in Urgent Need to the Infant of Prague

O Jesus, who said, "Ask and you shall
receive, seek and you shall find, knock and it shall be opened to you," through
the intercession of Mary, Your most holy Mother, I knock, I seek, I ask that my
prayer be granted.
(Mention your request)
O Jesus, who said "All that you
ask of the Father in My Name He will grant you," through the intercession of
Mary, Your most holy Mother, I humbly and urgently ask Your Father in Your Name
that my prayer be granted.
(Mention your request)
O Jesus, who said
"Heaven and earth shall pass away, but My word shall not pass," through the
intercession of Mary, Your most Holy Mother, I feel confident that my prayer
will be granted.
(Mention your request)Amen.

Mee!

How does one pronounce "meme"? Is it "me-me" or is it, "meem"? Anyone? Please? =? For the sake of my sanity?


Probably the least random thing I can come up with about myself is that I've been a hopeless literary addict from before I was in school. At age 12, I read Lord of the Rings for the first time, and I can't remember how many times since. Once when on a 5 day trip, to most people's absolute amazement, I read both LOTR and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. And I didn't even read one day. 1,000+ page novels aren't the only thing I read, however, nothing is safe. If there is no hope of reading anything else, even school books will suffice. I've read nearly half the Bible (Leviticus was really boring), a bunch of Shakespeare, and then at the other end of the spectrum, I've read a couple of Star Wars books. Poems go over good, too. Horatius at the Bridge (HOOWWW come every time I type "bridge" I write it "Bridget?" I keep popping up everywhere =P), The Highway Man, The Song of Hiawatha (all 253 pages of it), all help to appease my desire for literature. Of course, such a deep set addiction is hard to keep from the people around me. Currently, there are 4 or 5 books hidden under my bed, and one Mordor under the clothes hamper in the bathroom. I also find an outlet for my addiction in writing on my score or so of stories (none of which have ever been finished) and a somewhat constant stream of poems.

Since both blog meme's I've ever seen have mentioned the Civil War, I'll go along halfway and voice my history loves. One word. Hannibal. No matter how many times history books say that the fall of Carthage was a necessary step for Christianity, I still love Hannibal. *sighs* He only lost ONE battle of the 2nd Punic War, but he still lost it. Lemme at those mercenaries!!! DOWN WITH ROME!!!!
*ahem* Along with Hannibal, I like (but not nearly as much as him), pretty much all ancient history: Egypt, Greece, Alexander the Great, and (shockingly), I even like Rome a little. (Octavian is cool) I have always liked medieval history, also, (I loathe William the Conqueror) and mythology is a big hit.

This is getting too profound. Time to throw in something random. FEET!!! *evil laugh*
Actually, though, I have strange feet. =P They are like size 11 (I can wear my dad's shoes, haha), and have rather long toes. I can even open doors with them. Its quite handy when I'm carrying something and don't have an extra hand. I can also play "Ode to Joy" on the piano with my big toe. I can even hold a pencil with my toes. I'm still working on trying to write with my feet. It doesn't make a difference which foot I use, either. Oh, that reminds me, I'm almost ambidextrous. *another evil laugh* I can do nearly everything with my left hand that I can do with my right, except shoot a gun. When I write with my left hand, though, its extremely tiny, instead of being just regularly tiny. Its virtually microscopic. =P Let's move on, shall we. . .

Numero quattor, eh? I am having fun. =) Another random thing about me is that I love languages. (I can swear in three, be very jealous =P) I've taken high school Latin for 2 years, and I occasionally go around muttering random sentences from my book. (The people who wrote it had a macabre sense of humor. "Translate to Latin: There were many bodies on the hill and in the river" ? =P). In addition to that, I know some rudimentary Quenya (one of Tolkien's Elvish languages) When I (finally) finish Latin in a couple of weeks, I'm planning on starting to learn Esperanto! :DD Can't be still, I guess. Oh, oh, oh! I nearly forgot to mention that I'm working on a language for one of my stories, too. It has a crazy number of genders.
It also might interest you to know, that after studying a couple of languages, I think English is very stupid. =P

Only two Mordor left! =D One rather important thing that I haven't mentioned before is that I'm homeschooled (Sara is too). I take my school through a very annoying Catholic correspondence school in Virginia called Seton. I've only been doing Seton for 2 years, before that I was doing a hodge-podge of other curriculum, but I have been homeschooled all my life. We shan't dwell on such a disheartening subject any Mordor, however.

I could do something profound like Catholicity or animals, but nahhh, this needs Mordor randomness. How about NaNoWriMo? =D For those of you who don't know, November is the National Novel Writing Month. (http://www.nanowrimo.org/) The goal is to write a 50,000 word (NOT page like I wrote the first time O.O) novel in the month of November, which boils down to less than 2,000 words a day (not pages), which is roughly twice the length of this meme. Every year I hear about it, but this year, I'm finally going to try it. I'm going to cheat a little bit and use the story I'm already writing, but its only 5,000 words long as of right now, so hopefully they won't kill me. *looks innocent* That goal is a *cough* little ambitious for me, but I shall try!
So if you don't see me around quite as much, its either that or I've been killed (most likely by Sara) and my ghost is having a hard time typing.

And always remember, DSM,SM (Don't say more, say Mordor!) [Though I doubt I will in my story, hehe]

I hereby tag Delaney, if you haven't been tagged already, triplet. =)


Oh, and have a frightfully fun Halloween! *laughs evilly/insanely*

Don’t say more, say Mordor—the challenge

Part one

(Haha, I wrote this, the review, and the post before that, all yesterday.)

I am deeply sorry if this long awaited post is disappointing to you, my readers. I fear I am quite unable, at the moment, to give you many specific details. However, do not despair! There is a good deal of important information I am able to impart to you.

First of all, let me give you, my readers, a challenge. For a day or two, or even a week, whenever you would say “more” in an average sentence, no matter who you are talking to, say “Mordor” instead. Now, the person to whom you are speaking may be confused and ask you what you mean by saying “Mordor”. If that happens, you have several options.

1. Lean toward then, looking around suspiciously to make sure no one else is close enough to overhear you, and whisper in a confidential/frightened/threatening whisper “Don’t say more, say Mordor!” and then hurry off before they have time to ask further questions. This is the first and best response, but if there are other people within hearing distance, one of the following options is advised.

2. Glance around nervously, write the web address of this blog (http://www.randomprofoundthoughts.blogspot.com/) or simply “Don’t say more, say Mordor” down on a piece of paper, fold it into as small a shape as you can, whisper to the person “Pretend you’re looking at something else!” and then slip the piece of paper into their hand and hurry off, shooting wary, suspicious glances at the nearby people, and wondering to yourself in a threatening mutter if they suspect anything.

3. This option is advisable only if you harbor a deep distrust of the person who asked you what “Don’t say more, say Mordor” meant, or if you suspect them to be actively working against our cause. (I’ll get to that in a bit.) What you should do in this situation is to stare at them blankly as if they must be criminally stupid to ask such a question, and say very slowly, emphasizing each word, “I said Mordor. What did you think I said?” and then immediately start talking about hornets in a loud voice before the person has time to say anything. (And yes, talking about hornets is important. Other subjects simply will not do!)

Part two coming up, and that will, I assure you, contain more information. Meanwhile, while you wait in impatience, don’t say more, say Mordor!

Some things I didn't like about Breaking Dawn (and Twilight in general)

Warning—may contain spoilers if I’m not careful enough. If you haven’t read the Twilight series, don’t read this unless your eyes are closed.


The main problem I have with Breaking Dawn and Twilight is that in the books, when you love someone, they become your replacement for God.

Let’s start out with Breaking Dawn. When Jacob imprints (I returned the book to the library already, so I can’t quote directly from the book), we’re told that everything that held him to the universe—his love for Bella, his love for his father, his loyalty to his brothers and to the tribe, and whatever else is snipped away, and the object of his imprinting (I am trying not to give away too many spoilers, for the sake of those who haven’t read BD) is the center of the universe for him. Now, if Jacob was religious at all, and believed in God, guess what would have been added to that list of things which became less important than who he imprinted on?

On to Bella. We all know that Edward is far more important to her than God (in fact, she doesn’t even really seem to believe in God at all); we’re repeatedly informed that she’d trade her soul to become a vampire, that Edward is more important to her than her soul, and that her idea of Heaven is wherever he is—even if that’s Hell?—and that she wouldn’t be happy in Heaven unless he was there.

As for Edward? None of the books are told from Edward’s point of view, so we don’t get a look inside his head, but I don’t doubt he’s with Bella on most of the things I mentioned above (though he does value her soul more than she does). The only thing I can really think of for Edward is that Stephenie Meyer repeatedly mentions that Edward speaks of Renesmee the way religious people speak of their God.


Ooh, and did any Catholics besides me catch the mistake Stephenie Meyer made when Jacob was thinking briefly about the Immaculate Conception? The Immaculate Conception refers to Mary being born without sin, not to her conceiving Jesus while remaining a virgin.


Ok, review over. Note: this was by no means a complete review of Breaking Dawn. And please don’t get the impression that I hated the books—there were a lot of things I liked about it, and the same with the whole Twilight series.

I think I may do another review on the Twilight series sometime soon. In the meantime, readers, occupy yourselves: Don’t say more, say Mordor.

On various subjects that are regrettably random

I have problems putting things into words. Now, this might sound strange, since I love to write, and I’m told I’m good at it. (And I am! Haha, must be more humble…lol.)

So get this. In my stories, I can go into detailed description of a forest by moonlight that is eerie and creepy and beautiful. But if I were to go into a forest by moonlight myself, my best description would probably be “Oh, yeah, it was really beautiful.” Seriously!
(Though actually, I’d probably end up being so creeped out by it that I’d run home screaming. Then I’d say, “Oh, yeah, it was creepy.”)

It’s the same with a lot of other things. I can look at a forest of trees turning color, I may be speechless for a moment at the beauty of it, and then I’ll say, “Oh, look at the pretty autumn leaves!”

So… *cough* profound.

Yeesh, if I was suicidaly depressed, I’d probably say, “Yeah, I’m kinda sad today.”

(Spell check says suicidaly is not a word. Spell check shall die.)

To deviate from the topic for a moment, it is really hard to think of anything to say when your brothers are giggling and wrestling with each other two feet away from you. One’s nearly 30, the other’s 13, and they’re both at the same maturity level. Sigh…

And they would have to open and close doors every 5 seconds. I do really hate it when people constantly open and LEAVE open doors near me. Closing doors has become my latest obsession—all doors MUST be closed!


All right, back to subject (well, sort of).

I have issues with being serious. (Though don’t get me wrong, I can be serious at times, [though boredom is my most common form of seriousness]).

This problem is caused by my first problem. I won’t be able to put what I feel into words, so, though I might want to, I won’t be able to think of anything rational to say that’s serious, so I’ll fool around or make a joke instead.

I didn’t used to be able to explain things clearly, either. I’d start to stammer, and the English language would fly out of my head, never to return until I had thoroughly humiliated myself. I’ve improved since then, I am happy to say. Now, when I am explaining things to other people, when the English language deserts me to my cruel fate, I start speaking in Elvish.

(See what I mean about being serious?)

You know, it’s easy to go from being serious to being funny, but it is only with the greatest difficulty that one may go from being funny to serious.

I shall leave you to ponder this deep, profound insight into life, my dear readers.

And, lest you forget, you must always remember this: Don’t say more, say Mordor!

I've been meme'd! Heeeelp!

So, my dear Auntie Rose (http://ladyoftherose.blogspot.com) has tagged me for a meme! This is the first meme I have ever done (as I’m new to the whole blog thing), so it should be fun! (For me, anyway. Perhaps not so fun for my readers…)

THE RULES
Link to the person who tagged you, list the rules, write six random things about yourself, tag six-ish people by leaving comments on their blogs and let the person who tagged you know that you've written the post.

1. I seriously just wrote an exclamation point instead of the letter one….um, ok, never mind. Let’s see, one random thing about me…
I have no blood related sisters, but I have four extremely annoying brothers, three of whom are older than I am, and NONE of whom have moved out yet! (Though one is going to. Now, why can’t the others follow him???? They range from 19 to nearly 30, and they all have loud voices…sigh…. But my younger brother has the loudest (or squeakiest) voice of them all, and is also the most annoying. And HE won’t be moving out any time soon.)

(Note: I have one ‘sister’: my best friend who I adopted. :) That’s why I said “blood-related”, since I consider her my sister.)

2. I write. A lot. Stories, poems (I might post some on here if you beg really hard… =P), songs, blog posts (haha. Like this one…), diary entries (though I really don’t do that anymore, and I always used to forget, anyway…). Writing is not so much something I love doing (Do you love your arm? Your leg? Your fingers?) as much as it’s something that’s a part of me. Just recently, I have started to renovate my main story—a rather frightening figment of my imagination that was born several years ago, and has grown to a bloated size (and threatens to become a trilogy, though I haven’t even finished book 1 yet…) and only continues to grow.

3. I love horses. Not necessarily riding them, since I haven’t ridden for probably around a year or more (though I’m going to be taking riding lessons again starting this Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yea, I’m excited. ), but just being around horses and working with them. I volunteer at a therapeutic riding center (I was just there today, actually) which I enjoy doing. (In case you don’t know what that is, it’s a stable where disabled people take riding lessons.)
I don’t get to ride, but when I’m there, I get a lot of experience (as well as having fun) working with horses: grooming them, tacking them up/untacking them after the lesson, taking them in from the pasture/putting them back out… And, of course, leading the horse during the rider’s lesson, since often, some of them don’t use the reins during the lesson, or if they do, they need help steering the horse.

(Note: Leading isn’t the only way you can volunteer at therapeutic riding place, you can also volunteer as a sidewalker—that is, you walk beside the horse, next to the rider, during the lesson, and support the rider if they need the help. Some of them do not have a lot of balance.)

4. I am catching the Civil War bug… (Though I think now I could be classed as having officially caught it.) It’s all my ‘big sister’s’ fault. (Lady Sarah of Shalott, for those of you who go on FTN, and just Sarah for those who know her IRL.) During our many phone conversations after we remet (long story…) last summer/fall (which of those IS August, anyway?), one of the also many things we discussed was the Civil War. Now, Sarah is obsessed with the Civil War. She has told me that she was born in the wrong century (and I believe her, haha), and I’m guessing (since I can’t remember if she actually said it or not, as I have a terrible memory) that the Civil War era is probably when she would have liked to have been born. Or the Jane Austen era. (Haha, Paul actually thought she was British—oh dear, I nearly typed Bridget instead of British…)
And then recently, Lady Rose made me recatch the bug, just as it was starting to fade a bit!
So, anyway, GO SOUTH!!!!!!

5. I LOOOOOOOOVE YOU, YOU RANDOM PEOPLE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-D :-D <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Haha, bet you didn’t know that. :-D Ok, *cough*, must think of something serious… (I am really making an effort to remain serious, can’t you tell?)
Ok, got it. Haha, you elusive thought you, no escaping this time! Wait—what was I gonna say? (J/k =P Oh dear, what was that about being serious?)

Crocheting is my latest craze. The pros: It’s fun, simple, you can get tons of books out on crocheting at the library with millions of patterns, you can do it when you’re stuck in the car for a long ride, you can do it (Or I can, anyway…) when you feel like doing nothing but want to feel productive while not doing your chores or your schoolwork… (I do so hope my mother is not reading over my shoulder. Not you, Elena. =P) And last, but not least, you can (though I can’t) make many useful things! (I never do or make anything that’s useful… Not much of an idea why…)
Now, the cons of crocheting: your different colors of yarn ALWAYS get tangled together, you ALWAYS run out of yarn at exactly the wrong time, your rows stitches are only on rare occasions even, you can’t (well, I can’t, anyway) follow a simple pattern without losing track of which row you’re on, not mention what stitch!, your colors always clash instead of blending, and end up looking weird together (Hint: nothing goes with green, and everything goes with blue…), your finished fabric never looks like the picture, and is always lumpy, your ends won’t stay woven in, and stick out at exactly the worst spot…. and whatever other nightmarish crocheting disasters you can think of. (I can think of a few more, but I wouldn’t want to frighten you… Think horror movie stuff. Now why hasn’t there ever been a horror movie on crocheting? I’m shocked at movie producers…)

6. I saved the best for last. :-DDD (that’s an extremely happy grin, in case you’re confused.) I have a wonderful and mildly to extremely crazy online family on the fairy tale novels forum, one—perhaps a second soon!—daughter, an uncle and a brother or two, aunts and cousin galore, including my beloved, lovable and huggable cousins Ella and Grace, my new aunt, Lady Victoria, who may soon receive a second-to-most-awesomest-aunt-ever award from me if she’s not careful, and my absolute favorite aunt ever, online and in real life, Auntie (Lady) Rose (whose parents mistakenly named her Amanda…But she’s so not an Amanda! She’s far too lovable and unique to be an Amanda!), too many sisters to count, including my evil twin/triplet, Bridget, and my good triplet, Delaney, and my crazy and lovable little sister, Lady Lucy… And last, but certainly not least, my lovely mother, Elena, who remains—mostly—calm under the stress of managing an entire forum as well as the Rivendell family (she’s only fainted a few times…) and hundreds others whom I feel terribly guilty for not mentioning!
Oh, and how could I forget—my wonderful and rather wraithy husband the Witch King (well, ex-Witch King, technically) of Angmar, Cor Fearan—and no, he’s not dead, that was a helpless minion or else it was his evil twin who Eowyn killed… Not quite sure. I must ask him again, I have such a terrible memory!
Anyway, I love you all, real and imaginary! (Haha…I just had to add that…)

(As you FTNers may have noticed, FTN is where my inner craziness comes out. (Well, FTN and this blog. But FTN came first!))

WHY DO I ONLY GET TO DO 6?????????? THIS IS FUN!!!!!! *throws a temper tantrum*

Oh, well. I herby tag Elena (http://elenatintil.blogspot.com), Paul (http://masterxavier.blogspot.com) Ella (http://jansina.blogspot.com, and Trina (http://trinathecrazybigsis.blogspot.com/)

Remember, readers—don’t say more, say Mordor!