Day 31: Review

Well, I have some mixed emotions for this project. In the beginning it was a hassle and a pain, then a pain, then a nuisance, then more painful, then kinda neat, then horrid, then interesting and almost fun ( gasp!) and then evil, then it was conspiring with the evil computer, then neat and then I didn't know what to think of it and now------ now it's over. It was, overall, a really neat project, but the "consistency" thing was killing me. Not to mention the procrastination issue, the evil computer issue, the day-is-too-full-i-cant-breathe-i-don't-even-have-time scheduals and the just evilness that was plotting my doom. It was weird and neat but I'm not going to shed many tears over this parting. THE END

Day 30: WOOT!

STUPID COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My computer has something severly wrong with it, all yestarday it refused to go onto the internet. Stupid dumb thing. >:( Anyway, WOW, I'm done! Yes! Hmm... Faith is still pregnant, my brother is still having girl issues, we lost the seniors, I need chocolate, Yeah, good times. ^^ Anyway... ... ... Some amazing books I've read latly are : Snow, Messanger, Warriors #s 1,2&3, Maximum ride---the angel expirement, Maximum Ride--- School's out -forever, Lightning girl, Code Name Cassandra, Safe House, and Sanctuary. Mwahahahahahahahahaha...cause I can.

Day 29: WoW!

It's Day 29!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy cow! That means this is almost technically up! I actually think I'll still post stuff up here...if it's any good...and not just because I have to, like this one...but anyway, yeah. It won't be as often, but I think I'll stay in touch. Will anyone else out there?

Day 28: Colt's Concert

This is pretty late cause we went to my brother's concert. I couldn't even see him for most of the last dances ( yeah, it went from singing on stands to dancing in the middle of the floor) because he was surrounded by tall people. Oh, and when there was a little mistake about which row went were, Mrs. Jones tried discretly mumbling to them that she couldn't be alone in the frount row, and guess what the wonderus bro of mine did? In the middle of a concert and seemingly with his own spotlight, asked her why! [why she couldn't be in the row be herself] EVERYONE heard! But yeah, they did well, and some students in paticular made it fun to watch.

Day 27: Faith--The pregnant one

For all of you viewers who are just tuning in, faith is the pregnant horse of mine who is, as previously stated, pregnant. STILL. But that's okay, I love her a whole bunch. We (my dear mother and I ) went out to check her to see if she'd relinquish the foal yet, and pushed on her poor belly until we woke the foal up and it stared doing some MAJOR kicking. Seriously, you could see her tummy movin in these little sporadic jolts and if your head was there, well, it felt like someone punching you with a couple comforters and a quilt in between. You still kind of were like "wow, that could have really hurt". I love my girl^^ <3 We think that she might , as of right now, not be making milk 'cause she's dehydrated semi bad. I took a chunk of mineral block and gave it to her, forced her to eat some, and then took her to the water and attempted to make her drink. Then I might have stuck the hose partially into her mouth to further encourage her to drink...but if i did it was in her best interest! And she directed a good amount of water at me----or at least she would have, if I really did that, and I'm still not sayin I did. Anyway, I love her lots and hope she has the bab(ies) ok. No, I don't know what she was bred to or when her exact due date was. I'd love for there to be twins EXCEPT that twins usually don't make it (90% of the time!!!!!!!!!!!!) and sometimes they bring the mamma down with them. So.......................................... evertbody should keep her in your thoughts.

Day 26: Rant

I officially hate men (people in general, but specially men) wielding weed eaters. I do not dive a donkey's rear about them "trying to help, and it's the thought that counts" . I Don't care. I'm starting to hope it rains consistently from now until schools out because every weekend I spend working on outside stuff, clean up, or hay, or horses or other stuff. EVERY SINGLE ONE SINCE IT GOT REMOTELY WARM. I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's really upsetting me because I can't just, ya know, chill. I went to the slam yesterday but afterwards? You guessed it, I had more work to do. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! It really isn't my mom, it's kind of one of her friends trying to help. Did I mention how much I hater people trying to help? Any way, it seems like nothing can wait, I mean seriosly, how much more school is left? Can't it wait? I mean, I still have homework to do, I don't need to worry about what plants are being chopped to pieces now. And that's kind of what this started on, the guy mutalated my beloved Irises. My favorite flower ever! And they're mostly chopped into tiny little pieces. I already warned you, I'm ranting. I really don't want any comments, because I'll kill the person who tells me I'm supposed to be good and help or the next person who gives sympathy because A- you don't mean it and B- I hate pity.

Day 25: Slam Festival

Fist, I want to apologize for not putting this up Saturday, I thought I did, but I guess my computer was being evil and eating the file. I have a lunch box that's out for blood and a backpack that eats people, so maybe it was taking a page from their books. Anyway...

The Slam Festival was so awesome!!! I had never had a chance to see Bel Air or Edgewood, but they were amazing. In my opinion though, Edgewood was more so. There were some amazing poems, like the " Drop dead Gorgeous" one and the one were the girl was counting down. North Harford won today, it was cool

Day 24: Believing poem

I was always one of those little kids in first grade that thought I could fly.
No, I didn’t think, I knew.
Knew that if I jumped up and put my heart into it, I’d never touch the ground.
Along with flying,
I believed in every sort of magical creature.
Especially the bad ones, because if there were no bad guys,
there’d be no heros.
Yet in my later years of elementary school
I learned that we ‘shouldn’t believe in flying’ anymore.
I learned that too many had gotten their wings sheared off by those adults that ‘cared’ for them, because if they grounded them as children,
their dreams would never fall from that perfect colored sky.
But I knew they’d never have a chance to soar.
Reality was the knife that separated feathers from wings
and children from their "unreachable" dreams.
But every night I’d clap over and over whispering "I believe!"
so that it might make up for those who didn’t.
Then, there was middle school.
Middle school was even more limiting than elementary,
and every where there was a poster on ‘staying firmly grounded.’
I feared being torn from my wings by those well meaning,
and sometimes the not so well meaning,
daggers that paraded themselfs about as "reality".
But I was spared this fate by the creatures I’d believed in for so long
and instead, I was thrown into an Alice in wonderland world of homeschool
were I learned something better than flying.
I learned of speaking things into being.
Speaking things into being.;
It’s passing a test because I said I would,
not out of arrogance but out of confidence.
It’s finding cash when I didn’t expect it,
because I said I was lucky.
The other side of that coin was that if I was depressed and said "something bad will happen"
it will, even if it’s only running my head into an open locker door.
More astonishing than test passing
or head-meets-lockers,
was what I learned from my mother.
"Don’t tell Faith that she’s 5 foot across and trying to get through a three foot door opening. You’ll crush the poor horse’s dreams and make it real."
Ya’know what?
Faith made it .
"Don’t tell Romeo that he’s too tall to get through this door.
Yes, technically a horse with a back 6 inches higher than the door frame shouldn’t be able to get through,
but if we don’t say anything then he’ll make it."
The doors widened and lengthened,
wonderland style,
and he made it through the door.
He had to, this time he was getting out.
OR
"Never say you won’t or you can’t, You can, just believe."
Armed with the knowledge of speaking things into being and knowing I could fly,
I believe.
I avoid reality whenever possible,
but that’s because wings come in handy when you’re fighting evil creatures.
And I know that if I never say it,
I’ll never fall.


Yeah, another lame attempt at me getting out of writting anything newish. Sorry.
Faith is STILL pregnant

Day 23: Sharpie of doom

"You know if you do that you’ll die of ink poison."
Sheer curiosity prompts me to meet the gaze of my so called "savior" but it doesn’t matter because I’ve heard this line so many times that the faces just melt together
and all I hear is the words that are just recycled and told again
"You’re gonna die of ink poison."
But guess what,
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this so stop saying that I’m going to die ."
I’m holding this sharpie in my hand carving salvation and damnation onto my skin with every stoke of ink, ‘cause there should be a balance.
It’s too bad all you can see is marks on my hands and you think it’s chains tying me down to an inevitable death, but in reality it’s abstract wings that’ll help me fly.
Not fly away from this life or fly to an imaginary world through the fumes of this pen
but to a world were I don’t have to keep telling you
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this so stop saying that I’m going to die ."
My life isn’t an ink splattered flower that you can pull the petals out of, hoping for an answer, "they love me, they love me not".
Only this time it’s "forgiveness or death" and every time you tell me I’m gonna die it’s one more petal that’ll echos those thoughts.
So I have to say once more
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this"
So stop saying that I’m going to die .

One of my favorite poems, I had alot of fun preforming it too. I put it up here cause i don't have too much time, and because I want my group to be able to see it. If you've heard it, let me know^^

Day 22: Greek mythology figures

I've been talking to some of my friends and realized they aren't as informed about the Greek gods and goddesses as I am, and really you need to know them to understand the stories. Here are some of the different ones:

Zeus : king of the gods, head honcho and lover of many Hera, some demi goddesses and a multitude of mortal women

Hera: queen of the gods, not really in power (sexists) , goes against Zeus when she can, was tricked into marrying him and they get into tiffs quite a bit

Apollo: God of the sun, basically, also an archer and twin to Artemis,he's known for different things, commonly known as the protector of Sheppards and sheep

Artemis: virgin moon goddess, she's commonly known as an archer, also known for being the goddess of wild animals, the night, and chastity

Aphrodite: The goddess of love, she was supposed to have come from the sea clothed in her hair and on a shell and with foam..., she's very jealous, flirty and nasty

Aries: the god of war, bad temper (mutliple name spellings), cruel, blood thirsty, and isn't incredibly important, usually against humans

Athena: the goddess of war, wisdom, and strategy, she is against Aries and usually for humans, she was said to emerge fully grown from Zeus's head, one of the gods opened his head because he had terrible pains, turned out it was her making the armor she came with

( this is why I love mythology, it's rarly credible and so you must use your imagination)

Hermes: the messenger god, god of travel and of travlers and of theives, brother to Apollo , half brother on their father's side, usually just called brothers

That's a few, FYI. See if you can understand it better now

Day 21: Continued

The dull thud of the metal spoon hitting the cardboard bottom of the ice cream container made her look down in a kind of shock. "That won't do." she said calmly, and without a single second of though devoted to the possibility that it would all go to her thighs. She unwrapped herself from her Navajo blanket and it fell away like a cocoon, the only difference was she didn't look any more beautiful on the exit than on the entrance. Avoiding the glass in the doorway by the stairs, she crept into the kitchen and guiltily lifted another pint of frozen yogurt heaven.
She tried to slink into the room unnoticed, as if the red message light were a cyclops coming to terrorize her. She failed, however, to escape the wrath of the coffe table, and went sprawling as 'it came from nowhere and attacked her.' Flailing arms smacked into the PLAY MESSAGE button by the phone and the tape started spewing out unwanted messages like a dog upheaving leftovers---unwanted, and messy and it made her want to throw up just thinking about it.
" Hi! Where are you..." a disgusting cheerful voice questioned." I just wanted to know...great dress at the mall, your size...perfect chocolate shop...cute librarian cheked me out today, not like looking that is, I mean he gave me my books and stuff..." Sherrie's voice drowned on. Just listening to her cherful banter could put a smile on anyone's face. Too bad for Sherrie that it just wasn't a good "let's all smile" day. She glared at the phone, but it kept on playing the messages, as if to spite her. "Let me explain." An all to familiar voice started, and her heart (the little unbroken pieces still left) shattered. "..."


I hate doing this so late but I had to go to work and ended up staying later than i wanted. Oh well, its another part of the emo girl one. More another time

Day 20: Mother's day stuff

Well,yesterday was my day off ,cause it was my mom's day^^ We were at Bob Evans at 7:00 exactly, then we rushed to my grandmother's church (it was really weird. Her church is one of those old, 100 max setters that only usually has a max of 40, stained glass lite candles kinds with the normal attenders being , well... old people. Yet it's been turned into a weird new age-ish thing that doesn't even work. Their is a weird preacher, a 4 person choir ( what, is this like lost, they just kill everyone else off?) a projector instead of books and like these weird ish middle age really religious people(mostly women). Any way........................ changed clothes and tried to go for a horse ride (it didn't work with prince><>< Or at least the hay part.

Day 19: DAY OFF!

Day off

Day 18: well, yeah

Everyone should be amazed by the intellectually stimulating though probably boring way of saying in an amazingly intellectually stimulatins and boring way that i just don't feel like writing today. Cool, huh? Have I fried you brains yet? Bad news: 1)Homework (it plauges me. It'll be the death of me if i'm not careful...sneak up on me late at night, mabey drill me with math questions until i'm insane or give me so many disgusting facts about science that i starve to death) I just realized something. Those of you who do not hunt and peck on the key board will probably not be able to put your head on your hand, look depressed and disinterested and STILL manage to type. Any way... 2) mother's day is tommorrow 3) i have no gift 4) i have to clean my room 5) i have to help wash the van 6) I have a long term project due too soon. Don't even tell me how that's an oximoron 7)There's more stuff that won't fit into 7.
GOOD news... I got even more books at the book sale at the library today. I have no idea why some were taken from the shelves, they're fairly new, in good condition and are some really cool books. Anyway, hope everyone has a good weekend.

Day 17: No, I don't need a phsyc, thanks(At Home)

Halfway into a pint of chocolate cherry ice cream, she realized it still tasted salty. This would be due to the tears still coursing down her cheeks. "5 hours, 3 minutes and 21 seconds. I should be done crying now!" she wept miserably. The little red light was blinking on the answering machine. She had yet to answer it --- ever since then. "5 hours, 3 minutes and 58 seconds." tears still flowed, unchecked.
The flowers were withered on the floor, the glass vase that had held them lay broken , surrounded by a drying puddle of water. Red drops stained the ivory carpet, and a macrame crimson stain on the wall was a crude imitation of a childs finger paint. The hilt of a letter opener lay broken on the stairs, the blade dug deep into the cherry wood of the banister. The telivision was playing a dramatic soap opera,but she barley herd it. Tears still corsed down her cheeks, and her wrist burned with a pain like wild fire.



I don't really know where i'm going with this, i just let the words kind of come onto the page. I think I know what happened, but it is'nt exactly pretty just so you know********************************** she attempted suicide, but changed her mind because of someone (who wasn't present at the time) and wrapt her wrist up and ate ice cream. I'll tell you now, the character has issues, and that can't be blamed on me, she wrote herself. Or at least thats what i call it. Anyway, I'm open for suggestions as to what will happen next, but I'll have to verify it with the character who, by the way, is probably still crying. Have a good weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Day 16: My day...

Actually it was interesting. I wrestled a miniature horse down to the ground no less than three times, ( i caught him first, another achivement), was kicked by the thing when we were done no less than five times (perhaps it wasn't intentional... it still hurt) held a draft horse to have her feet done,fed the belgian yearling, recaught the mini to take the lead off,went to a part of deer creek and jumped in and played for a while ( oh it was so much fun :) came home, got a shower, dinner, and my homework done. Not too shabby. How was your day? (anyone who reads this blog) :)

Day 15: I MADE IT !

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Half way through! I actually think I'm gonna keep this up (perhaps not every day or something painful like that) after this is over. It'd be neat. I also figured out that I have commented on almost everyone's blogg... some a couple times. Yet i needed to comment 5 times-------a week. I'd been doing 5 comments a day....oh well, i'm done for the week. Not that i mind commenting, there are some really cool bloggs, but finding out who i haven't been nice to and commented on...when i actually do this (which might possibly be late at night usually) it is not so much fun. I had seriously lot of fun rolling down the hill and playing on the little kids playground yestarday. And i found shinny things. Lots of fun.The ... lost my sentence. ... its gone .Oh! The warm up today reminded me of my poem 'bout writers block, it was fun. ... By!

Day 14: summer

The at home is kind of what happens when it's sunny, summer (yes, there are probably some of you crazy people out there that that might offend. It is not spring, we did not have spring, we went from winter to summer just like we have for the past couple of years.) and I eat strawberries. Yes, I'm well aware that it doesn't mention them at all, but they were in the original line,+ thinking of strawberries makes me think of cherries, which makes me think of cherry trees and that makes me think of the hill by the cherry tree , the hill that is comfy on nice and been there forever. This makes me think of something else old and there and with a hill, namly pooh bear, which....you get the picture? One topic and my mind might go to a hundred different places. Anyway... all you people who can go outside, do so. Do it for the people like me who have too much stuff ( which, by the way, is trying to kill me) and cannot escape. Have fun, have a good day.

Day 14: Our memories part one (AT HOME)

I remember that summer so well, I can still taste those cherries,the ones that were a bit sour if mostly ripe and would make us pucker up like those old aunts givin kisses to the little kids, if they was still green. You remember which ones, right? The ones we had spitting contests with where we spit the pit as far as it would go. You tried to teach me how to tie the stems into knots with my tongue, but if that really does say something about my kissing, well, lets just say it'd be less than good.
I remember lying there on that hill, the one we all always called our "pooh bear hill" 'cause it was just like the one in the hundred acre woods. The grass was soft as kitten fur and always smelled kinda sweet. We'd always roll down that one side and stand up at the bottom, only to fall over 'cause we were so dang dizzy. Do you remember the one time you kept on rollin', even when the ground was flat, just to see how far you could go? I remember, I also remember how you rolled right on into the stream. You'd been too dizzy and stubborn to understand that you'd got that far and rolled on in for a nice, cold bath. We all had a good laugh at that, you , Twig, Fire Bug, and me, SkyEyes. Even Ladyslipper, the silver cat, was laughing.
I remember that stream, too. A couple stone throws away from the cherrie tree on the hill, it was easy gettin' to, we spent so much time there. It was another one of our haunts, remember? We knew 'bout every inch o' that stream, from the Darkwood all the way to Jeferson's cow fence. Course we knew some o' that on his property, seeing as we'd go through that the fence. We had to be real careful 'bout that ,though. Old Jeff had a meaner streak then the devil, not that that stopped us crazie kids. We knew all the best swimmin' holes, 'long with all the shallow sections, smooth rock sections, sandy sections and pretty pebble sections. We'd spend half a day sometimes just pickin' up the different stones. We'd be the first to check the stream after a storm, see what new was dug up or found.
Member the Darkwood? I swear t' you, it never got light in there. You'd get lost ifin ya wasn't careful, and even WE respected the boundries it put up. Seems that wood had a mind and a spirit all it's own, It'd let you go in so far, then you couldn't go any farther. Brambles, big ol' trees whose branches were too high up to reach, foliage that tried to kill ya. Member when that dumb Metterson boy came in that one time? He couldn't get anywere near us for some reason. He never made it more 'n five feet in, broke an ankle and got a darn right nasty case o' poison ivy. Happened to other's too. Only we got close to the real center of the Darkwood, and we never went that far.
Member our tree fort? Your daddy wanted to build you one in your yard. Yeah I know that aint the prettiest topic to speak on, but it just shows ya how cool it was ya done this. Member how you sneaked them plans outa there for a while, copied 'em , and worked all summer long, just so you could pay for enough materials to build us a tree house. O' course, we helped ya build it, after ya got the stuff. That was our present to you, along with us helpin' decorate and clearing that spot on the trunk so we could carve our names. That was the day we officially left our old names behind, and got the ones we'd been using with each other since, well, forever.
I remember that too, no matter how many years before it was. It was when we were in first grade, that was the first time we'd met. It hadn't taken too long, we were best friends before November past.We were sitting Indian style in a circle, like we did everyday for first grade story time. We had lightning bugs in jars, they ,the stars, and the moon, our only illumination in that real dark, night sky. We chanted and danced our arms around, 'til we decided to begin. You went first, it was your right. You were the oldest (if not by too much). "NightStream!" You said it without hesitation. The thin, rather tall boy on your left cried "Twigg!",and though it was funny, it was fitting. The pudgy boy on my left called boldly into the night "FireBug!" , which just left me. "Eyes! Eyes?...that isn't it!" I felt the beginning of hot tears on my face, the only girl face there. I stuttered and tried, but I couldn't call out my name. You took my little hands into yours, looked me in the eyes, and together we said it. "SkyEyes!"
Those are the names we carved into that tree, the summer before seventh grade. Not Rosealine, Jessi, Barthalemeo, or Joseph, but SkyEyes, Twigg, FireBug, and NightStream, respectively. Do you remember? I do, and that's only the beggining of our story.


Another story in process. I know that it has rather bad grammar and spelling, it is SUPPOSED to be like that, it's the affect I was going for. It's supposed to be from the point of view of SkyEyes, a bit of a southerner, who grew up with three boys so her speech isn't very lady like or polished, more on the rough side. I'm not going to tell anything about why she's saying it as she did, but I'll tell you that this is partly for the reader's benefit.

Day 13: yeah...

Don't ya just love my creative titles? Well i didn't want to promise and not deliver, so yeah. My bunnies look like bunnies now, not just fuzz balls. I promise to try to get something worth looking at up soon, until then please exept my apoligies for that and my horrid spelling. Faith is still pregnant... nothing else is coming to me. Exept that there are some kind of drugs in the bunny food, they are addicted. Little adicts...oh well, they're so cute. night

Day 12: Ramble

Ok, I don't really feel like spending any more time looking at a computer for the next several days so this is just one huge ramble. If i was hyper I could put all of this in here with pretty font and w/ absolutly no spaces so it would sound like i was speed talking i kind of hope this is in monotone for anyone reading this because that's what it sounds like in my head, yes it is really annoying, but if i have to hear it in monotone then so should all of you, yes i know there is such a thing as a period button but i dont want to use it right now, but right about now may be ok. On a different note, the feild trip was amazing, sorry for all who didn't/couldn't go. Guess what...faith is still pregnant. This isn't even surprising anymore, she is technically due any time, in fact she was due in April (or march) but april is gone so she'd better have the baby. My cute little bunnies look like bunnies now, not just balls of cutness fluff. I'm bored of killing the braincells of any who read this so...bye.

Day 11: Day Off

Sorry guys, my computer was being stupid so I couldn't even type that. Any way, DAY OFF.

Day 10: Writers block(at home)

This isn't polished, but I'm putting it yp here for the sake of doing so.

Writer's block is not a block,
it's a monster that traps our words like bunnies,
keeping them from running free.
But this monster is of our own creation.
How many times have we begun to write--only to tear up the page and say it's worthless?

The little bunnies want to be free!

And yet the monster has clenched his fists around them, mimicking us crumpling the paper before throwing it away.

Every time we look at a blank page, we whine

" I've got writer's block, I can't do it!"

But really we're just patting the monster on the back and saying" Good job, don't let them go."

LET THEM FREE!
Instead of crumpling that half a sentence, finish it.

Instead of letting that blank paper go on gloating, write on it.

We all know how bunnies are, 2 leads to 27!

Words are like that too, bring some together and suddenly you have a bunch more!

Write about something, anything, everything-just don't write nothing.

Describe the beast that holds you're words captive--fight the oppression!

Because in the end, writer's block isn't a block,

it's a monster.

And WE have the power to vanquish it.

I like it, but you can give critiques if you like. I may slam it sometimes. And no, noone is going to comment on my little*coughMASSIVEcough* obbsesion with bunnies. Yes, faith is still pregnant...but she really looks ready now. Everything. I hope she does soon because she's in alot of pain. She couldn't lay on her side she was too fat

Day 9: ...something's wrong

When you look out your window to see your horses in the side yard, and assume your mother is mowing the lawn, something's wrong. If your mother is mowing the lawn with the horses, it's worse. If you have a horse who is nearly as wide as she is tall, and does not look to be having the baby anytime soon, something's wrong. If you have a brother who is in command of a minion empire, something's wrong. If you procrastinate on doing a project that makes up the entierty of your fourth quarter grade, something's wrong. If you are stuck reading articles about the pregnancy organs of a cow, something is wrong. If you have friends saying two completly different things, about the same topic, something is probably wrong. If you have nothing else to write about besides the weird things in your life, something is wrong. If it takes someone this long to figure out this isn't real interesting, something is wrong. If you see a church sign that says" enjoy the little things in life--there are so many of them" And still do this blog, something is wrong. Oh well. (here comes the most interesting part of this...)
HURRAH FOR INSANITY AND CHOCOLATE!

Day 8: Fairy poem(at home)

Faith is still pregnant. Yes, still. Here is a poem I wrote, it's from the Queen of the Faries (or Fey) to young innocent girls.

Come into the wood, my child, come into the wood
Magic awaits, mystery calls, and you can dream like you never could
The birds will sing of your arrival, the trees will bend and sway
And I shall send the forest folk to help you find your way

Step upon the path, my dear, step upon the path
Guarded by sun, light and love, fear not evil's wrath
You'll see your dreams, feast with us, and know how it feels to fly
We'll laugh and play and tumble as the mortal world passes by

Leap into the air, little one, leap into the air
We'll put rouge upon your lips and tye ribbons in your hair
A dress of shimmering starlight with spidder silk and lace
Crystal slippers for your feet and glitter for your face

Dance with us, my darling, dance with us and sing
Come dance with us, the fairy folk, inside the toadstool ring
The mortal realm is aging, it withers every day
Come feast and dance and play with us, stay forever with the Fey


It is said that if you dance in a fairy ring you'll go to fairyland---forever. You can only be rescued if some one pulls you from the ring w/o going into it too. Yet if you eat, drink, or sleep in the fairy realm you cannot ever be saved. I like it. Please be nice if you are critiquing it, I don't paticuarally want critiques on it.^^

Day 7: yeah...

I'm well aware that the at-home for today(last week ) was really long... so I'm not going to put anything intallectually stimulating, horribly unfunny, totally random, or completly repetative in here. I'll wait til I have time.^^

Day 7: At Home # 1

The troops began to reassemble, and Navi looked them over one more time. With an exasperated sigh, he shook his head. " for the 345 time, try it again." he bellowed, annoyance coloring his strong voice. The trainees littered the ground like jetsam, legs strewn in every direction, sides heaving with the effort to take in enough air to satisfy starving lungs. Their sweat drew flies like racoons to garbage, even the lightest recruits had turned a rather dark hue. Navi sighed again in their direction, wondering if any of them would make it through this with their sanity. He, unfortunately, was the closest to the edge and would be the first jumper. The troops began to re assemble and Navi evaluated them one more time.
The first one up was Jinks, code name hijinx. The tween’s talent was foot work, he could do a mile run in under 27 seconds. He was still trying to work on the breaks though, and until they were perfected, he’d take out as many allies as enemies. ‘Still,’ navi thought ‘ He’s a nice color, not as stunningly beautifully gold as mine, but still gold-ish and he’d make a good decoy.’ hijinx tripped over his fast feet again, and navi reconsidered. ‘Maybe we’ll have him as some fast moving ammunition.’
Thor was a massive Belgian with the power to control rocks, but rocks were about all his brain was made up of as well. Code named Viking, Thor was a heavy hitter with very little grace and a couple ego issues .He was also young, so young in fact that he just made it out of the misfit’s group, and half of that was his size. ‘Ahhh, the misfits.’ Navi thought with fake sugary happiness. ‘How I love them. NOT!’ The misfits were four foal-lings not even filly out of their first year who were too young to do any damage, but too old to put into a corner or a box and be trusted to stay there.
‘I hate young bloods, they wanna cut their baby teeth on a big monster, but don’t have enough patience or endurance to survive the basic training!’ he continued to grumble, but secretly was proud of them. Rose , better known as Pink Princess, was not even a yearling, who could not control her powers to do enough damage to the enemy. A red roan Belgian still in foal fur, she could shoot pink magic from her hoofs and eyes, yet the magic amounted (for now) to nothing more than a light show. Apatchi ,a.k.a. adobe, would be a master of controlling mud, especially clay...when he got older and improved. Casper ,a.k.a. ghost, would be able to turn invisible at will and shrill ghost screams...but for now he was just able to become semi-transparent. Eli (Ee-lie) a.k.a bramble, was a Belgian who had come into his powers due to aggression of his past homes. He controlled brambles and vines, but it was activated by his emotions, emotions he cannot control. He wasn’t even in training yet, he was too much of a danger to everyone, himself include. Even though they were poor at it, they tried to help and be part of the team.
Banner ,Bell and Nakoma were average fighters and hadn’t been gifted a code name yet, but TC was a real gunslinger, code named West. A beautiful paint, he was hot with the ladies and a dead shot with a gun. He played the loner to get the attention of the girls and had to have a little sense knocked into him to get him to realize it was cooperation or hit the road. No flirting with recruits if you aren’t gonna be one. That left the princes. Medium height, though a bit on the muscular side, they were black percherons that ,although they had yet to pick a name, were the absolute best of the new fighters. Prince the Elder was slighter of stature and a bit more aloof, but he had amazing graceful and knightly techniques. If he’d been human he would have had two swords and have been able to wield them with deadly accuracy. Prince the Younger, however, was muscular and loyal to Navi beyond the shadow of a doubt. He was a heavy hitter with some experience with hustling and roughing people up. Honorable, he was the kind that is more likely to be captain of the guard than prince, but still princely enough to make some wonder if chivalry was indeed still alive... within a few, diverse individuals. He would have wielded a heavy blade and have been one of the last ones off the battle field, had he been human.
This only left a few others. The wild cards. The wild cards were not truly aligned with anyone, although Diablo and Oreo were honorary members of Navi’s team. The other three were led by a bald faced, chocolate palomino waste of horse flesh named Ely. Ely was sometimes cruel to the weaker wild cards, and never gave a thought to running them down. He was in it for him, but he had two poor underlings who followed him like he was their only hope. Cody was wild, but there was still hope left for Dunkin, if reason could be talked into him and Ely away from him. They were not allied with Navi’s group, but didn’t mess with them either. It would be hard to say if they’d go one way or another when it got ugly and the enemies poured in.
The only other members were a dog named Jake and a gunslinger chicken named Yosemite sam. Sam could usually be found making his rounds, watching for anything suspicious. ‘That’s everyone’ Navi concluded, what with Jester and Indy back home and Faith on maternity leave ... where she’d been for so long she hadn’t even bothered to see the new headquarters. Jester had not either, but he would become involved in a bloody feud with the princes over their common love. But that is another story. ‘The only thing missing is the enemies. I feel them, but I can’t get a lock on their positions... They probably haven’t come through the gate yet.’ Navi continued. He was pushing fate without knowing it. At that very moment the gate cracked open, spilling dark smoke and a foul stench into the world. A cold laugh sounded and dark creatures spilled into our realm, threatening the place that the Navi forces called home. The creatures were, at the moment, weak. Yet so was the Navi forces. The only question that remained was if the recruits could muster up enough strength in time. And if they would survive.

Day 6:On the horizon...

Is a murder. Or two or three or mabey I'll just have my own shoot 'em up party. If you don't know me, understand that this is me venting. If I say that I'm going to kill someone then I don't acctually need to. It's great really, blood is soooooooo hard to get out of carpets. I got home from the barn where I work to find that two of our horses had gon on a jaunt ... into the trailerpark . Some old guy was being just plain rude and my brother was being stupid. Some people were actually very nice and I hope neither Jester nor Indy ate their flowers or left them little...presents...of fertilizer. Faith , my beloved (though still pregnant) horse, didn't go out, even though she could have. It was actually funny, when we brought the trouble makers back in she told them off something awful. She's done it before, like when the two were getting a little frisky. She's so motherly, she'll be a great mamma...if she ever decides to have the baby. We're thinking 4/4 because its my mother's father's birthday(would be) and that's a good enough day as any. But she likes changing her mind alot... is annoying.

Day 5: Taht was neat..

Despite not waking up until almost 10:00, I had a rather packed day. First I finally conqured my home work( it had been staring at me from underneath of the clothes...and books...and multiple other parafinalia that I was hiding it under. My mother threatened to become a youth leader(which would be really really scary because she'd be too A.D.D and A.D.H.D to stay on topic) After this we wrestled down the miniature horse that she swears is a great piranese and (with a good amount of kicking, complaining and new brusis to talk about) clipped his hooves. More homework...I think it learned multiplication from the bunnies who were put outside. I gave my little bunnies a bath---which made them look like drownding rats (at least while they were still wet.) I went over to the farm and fought with some of the horses, one who decided that my thumb was a delicacy. We're supposed to help clean the place up, so what I thought I'd do was push the one dead tree over. Hahaha right? No, really, I wanted to push the tree over. So, a few minutes, a couple words my mother didn't hear-and isn't going to-and I demolished the tree. It was a little too much fun.>:)My mother(who cannot back anything, her car,truck, the horse trailer attached to the truck...)managed to jack knife the belgian while trying to make him back up. When we got home (after I looked at the pile of long term projects and shoved them under the bed) a proffesional photographer-who had seen our "Bunnies for sale^^" sign came and asked to take pictures. It was for a childrens book. He said that if the pictures were to make it into the book he would send us a copy (letting us know it would probably be in the 6 month region...). He got a massive amount of pictures...I love his camera. My mom was telling me how much she loved it when he left. She used to be a proffesional photographer and she understood how cool it was. We know for sure of some pictures that won't make the book...Lopsis was being VERY friendly to Inkwen or inka. But he also got some pictures of my little loves eating their fav food ever. Dandelions. They end up having a couple yellow petals sticking out of their mouths like a cat that ate the canary. It was sooo cute. I love them sooo much,speaking of which, I'm going to feed the cuties. Night.

Day4: Day off

DAY OFF.

Day Three: Steadfast tin soldier?...perhaps...

She knew from the moment she was taken out of the box, twisty-ties falling from sculpted arms like spells keeping her in a perfect beauty sleep, something was wrong. The little boy must not have noticed the delima her plastic eyes held, for he took her out of the box and marched her over to the line of toy soldiers that was prepared for battle. Chubby fist enclosing her, she didn't move, only felt with desperation the small bolt holding her left arm together coming loose. The boy promptly forgot her as he brought to life the sounds of planes and missles, guns and a child's imagination. He ran a plane into the soldiers, toppeling a few. Quickly he changed his voice to an embarresing falseto, high voice giving her life." Don't worry soldiers." the chubby fist grabbed her middle and turned her towards the toys,"I'm coming for you!" She marched(or rather hopped) over to the men. Instead of having her assist the men, as she thought the boy would have her do, he simply gathered them up in one hand, her in the other, and put them into a small shoe box.
The shoe box was to be her home, she later found out, but it was also the hospital. She, Top surgen Zemryn, limited edition w/ styled red mohair in a tight sugery bun complete with pressed white jacket and miniature needles, was a colectors edition. Her only problem was that she was not a colector's doll, she was the newest edition to the collection of army and nurse personell that belonged to an eight year old named Tommy.
She didn't hate Tommy, no one did, but it was a bit saddening to know that most would treasure you and keep you in your signiture cabinet----------but your owner tosses you into a shoebox hospital , crinkeling your dress, pulling loose hair, and loosing your only pair of shoes. That was Tommy though, so they had to accept it. Tommy's mother left him as a child and although his dad still lived, he traveled so much his kids rarely saw him.They lived in a grand house with their nanny, and waited till their father came home. He always broght them expensive and well made toys, and Zemryn was no exeption.
Tommy's older sister's name was Emily.She was older than Tommy, and she never let him forget it for a moment.Long brown curls and lacey pastel dresses, she looked like the picturesque rich young english girl. Unfortunatly, Em was often plauged by horrid illnesses and rarely took her toys out to play with. Thus it was completly understandable that Zemryn had no idea who the dancer on the table top was.


Just another story I'm going to work on at odd intervals. It's going to be like a steadfast tin soldier story, only the roles are reversed and there might be alot more magic.Dont know yet.

Day 2: Not-so-good-news...

Hiya! I'm real sleepy and if I make more grammar mistakes than usual, it's okay. Did you know that a large % of medical students are medical students because they tried to become a vet and were not accepted because of inadiquate-ness? No, I don't know why this is underlined and no I haven't figured out how to turn it off.Sorry. Anyway, does this mean that they weren't good enough for the animals so they were tossed aside? But what does that make us then? Anyway, that's that. Sorry 'bout the line of doom that hovers just beneath the brilliant words of life. I bet it hides under the tracks of oncoming trains, and if you go and look you find it. Or at least the doom. Yeah, I'm wrighting this late, so I'll stop and not ramble on... G'night.

Day 1: Setting the stage...

This is going to be insanity. For me and for you poor people who have to read this. WARNING---- I am very A.D.D about my writting, I may post a chapter from one series one day, and have another the next day. I will try to warn you if I've made a jump, but if it goes from hero ponys(Don't say a word or I'll tell the hero pony and he'll come eat you ,or tar and feather you, he's trying to stick to a foliage only diet) to elfs on different days, I probably switched. ^^

Restless. That's what that feeling was. Navi, known to some as Wonder Pony, paced up and down his patrol, looking for signs that their old enemy was back. Of corse, the monsters had been defeated utterly at the final battle and the second portal of evil had been closed. After the last fight, the magnificant team of highly trained warriors decided to go their own seperate ways. Hook, a.k.a hon-kon-fu, (the ninjitsu master) had gone to Micigan and although the copper-red thorbreed said he wanted the quiet life, word was he was taking highly classified individuals and teaching his devine ways. Angel, a.k.a roll (bowling ball of power) had gone to a large feild to retire, and not long after strode into the sunset to dance w/ the moonbeams and race across the clouds. Both Lacy and Mystic went into show business, Lacy became a famous journalist and Mystic was a show jumper. Word was that they'd both gotten a little soft. Cinnamin, the sexy little miniature pony cross, love intrest of the great Navi, had gone to a lush barn sweet, complete with her own pasture. Word was that she hadn't lost her bite, but even though they had tried to keep in contact, long distance relationships never work out. The others had gone too, retreating into the pages of legend and their retierment homes. Only Indy, a fiesty mare that had a long time love/hate friendship with Navi, and the great wonder himself, were left.
However, the great Navi simply doesn't retire. He knew there was more than two gates of evil stil left in the world, and so the world still needed him.This ment new recruits. Nav shook his head at the thought of new bloods, they were loose cannons that had to be carefully instructed about when to blow up." And they're so darned persnickety"he mumbled.He, of course, had no room to talk. Rolling his eyes, he gave a last look to his post, then went to find the new recruits.


Woooo...This is the prologue for the third book of Navi chronicles that I've written. Yes, they all star my pony as the hero and the rest of the horses as the rest of the band. It was so dis-heartening, the original group all split up,some moved to other homes,some moved out of state and a couple even died. But we have the new regiment and a new evil. And a lot of people that will soon question my sanity. Don't bother, it's already gone. These storys do have a lot of fact, I won't tell you what is and what isn't, because you never know...these storys are...offcolor to say the least, so be warned. And yes, my pony will find were you live if you dare insult him...and cinnamin isn't the only one who bites.

I Hate This by Plotting Pony

This is evil and cruel and I hate it already. They say hate is a strong word so I guess if I say that I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate this, I'd cover it. I wonder how many I EXTREMLY AND WITH A PASSION DISLIKE THIS it would take to = that many hates. Oh well.On a completly different note, does any one know where to get some of that stuff that can induce labor in a mare? Faith is so pregnant that if a needle so much as looks at her she's gonna pop like a balloon. She was sold to us in october as VERY pregnant and ready to drop a foal any minute. She is still very pregnant and ready to drop a foal. Any.Bloomin.Minute. And yes, she is w/o a doubt, pregnant. I, for one, am tired of waiting for her to have it. So I wanna help her* evil look & taps fingers plottingly* Even if I wouldn't really do that, if you know me, I'm the very antithesis of patience most of the time.
Anyway... Hiya!
I am currently working on a fiction/some non-fiction story that is set in NHHS. W/ all the construction going on, we have weird and stupid easily explainable stuff going on. But what if that stuff was actually due to the *fact* that it's the battle ground between the guardians (Fire,Water,Earth,Air and Chronos, the good guys) and the demon and cronies that was locked into the school when it was first built but then released when construction began ( bad guys). That's the way the story is going to be. I'd like help remembering stuff that was even remotly weird(i.e. fire drill during lunch) so I can twist it around and put it in my story (ex. Fire got too close to a smoke detector when batteling a vicious demon in the form of a substitute teacher). This story will be in progress till construction is over, but I will probably put chapters up from time to time. Please give me some feed back, but if you think it's totally trash, keep it to yourself or I'll write you your very own death scene. ^^ Have a lovely day:)