I Put A Spell On You

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2009-03-31T23:41:00Z

So in the past week, not much has happened. I found a cell phone on the ground and returned it to the girl's father (: I got 10 dollars out of it even though I tried to refuse the money o.o;

I have the flu right now :/ I spent all Sunday night, yesterday and today eating saltines and drinking water. This sucks. I wanna be home.

High Stakes on the High Seas

2009-03-25T03:20:16Z

High Stakes on the High Seas

by Molly Flood

“En guard!” Gracie shouted, unsheathing her sword. Her opponent James had his cutlass at the ready. His sword gleamed in the florescent light of the sun as it whipped around, slashing and blocking against its adversary. The sound of the swords clashing echoed across the deck, straight over Gracie’s crew and James’ fellow shipmates.

Gracie laughed, obviously amused. It brought her joy knowing her first mate could almost always put up a good fight. He parried at her hip, which she easily avoided, slashing his weapon away as she twirled around to face him once more. The crew shouted and cheered as they made bets over who would win.

“Too slow,” Gracie taunted as she stepped just out of his reach. She dashed forward, hoping to strike him before he could recover. Her sword met his just in time and he stepped back.

“Look who’s talking!” James was now on the offensive. He pushed forward against Gracie’s sword, forcing her to step back. She smiled, picturing how amazing the two of them fighting must look.

It’s like we’re dancing, she thought. Gracie had always liked creating romantic similes.

“Ha!” James raised his sword high above his head, ready to deliver what would be the final blow. Unfortunately for him, when his sword came rushing down, it cut right into a wooden railing rather than Gracie’s body or sword.

"Careful now, James," Patrick called out. "Don't damage anything!"

“Yoo-hoo!” Gracie called affectionately, “Over here, Jamesie!” She prodded him in the back with the tip of her sword as she balanced herself on top of the railing.

“You’re such a show off,” James said. She rolled her eyes as he climbed up to face her properly. Gracie laughed full-heartily, throwing her head back.

“Jealous much?” she retorted before resuming a fighting stance. Her men cheered and laughed at her witty comment. Even James himself couldn’t hide his amused smile.

“You’re always so damn cocky!” James yelled, doing his best to stay balanced while blocking Gracie’s attacks.

She merely snorted in return. “You have to be when you’re surrounded by men everyday.” James and the crew burst out into a new round of laughter; some pounded their fists on the deck.

“True story,” Butch yelled.

“Indeed! And what a fine, delicate flower she makes, even though she associates with rough men like us!” The crew laughed at Gracie’s outraged expression.

“If I’m a fine, delicate flower then all of you are a bunch of dainty, prissy princesses!” It was Gracie’s turn to laugh at their faces. All the men shouted in protest.

“And what a pretty bunch of princesses we are,” James agreed; cheers, whistling and chuckling answered his statement.

“Sure, you agree when Jamie calls you girls but find it offensive when I do!” Gracie said with false annoyance. The exertion on her body from the battle was starting to get to her. Her breathing was getting shorter and more frequent with each swing of the cutlass. The lack of food in her stomach didn't help things either.

“Us guys have learned not to agree with everything women say,” James said, pausing a moment to catch his breath; he was also feeling the strain of the battle.

“Well,” Gracie shouted with determination, “lucky for you, I’m not a girl!” She struck hard against James, physically proving her point. James paused while the crew fell silent. They all stared at her, eyebrows raised. Gracie glanced around at them.

“Oh, fine,” she frowned. “I’ll settle with tomboy.” The cheers and laughter started up once more. They were obviously pleased with the agreement. Gracie surveyed her friend’s happy faces, taking a good look.

Her crew was a dirty and disheveled lot, with long hair and unshaven faces, in baggy trousers with leather vests. Gracie herself wore leggings and boots, with an emerald-colored shirt. She was as wild-looking as the rest, maybe even wilder. Her features were hard; her eyes piercing. She wore her short, burgundy hair down and free; she liked the way it tossed around in battle and how it stirred with a simple sea breeze. Her faded hazel-colored frock coat lay discarded on the deck. She had abandoned it just before this duel had begun.

She grabbed one of the ropes securing the sails, using it to keep herself steady as she swung herself at James. Her cutlass was mere inches from his neck. James grinned at her, smug about his dodge.

“You missed,” he announced, striking back.

“It was just dumb luck and dumb luck only goes so far!”

“Says you!”

The witty banter, or smack talk as James liked to call it, was Gracie’s favorite part of any sword fight. It always added more entertainment to the spectators and even the fighters. The smallest statement could influence a person more than anything else especially when it came from your opponent.

“Your footing is all wrong, James,” Gracie said, watching him wiggle slightly to keep balanced. "If I've said it once, I've said it a million times: always have steady footing!" She started to kick and tap at his feet, increasing his wobbling even more.

“Quit it,” James yelled, waving his arms about.

“Oi! Stop playin’ footsy, you two!” the crew teased.

“I wouldn’t play footsy with James even if he knew how,” Gracie said jokingly.

James glared at her. “And I wouldn’t play footsy with Grace even if she acted like a lady!” The crew made a long oohing sound. Nothing like immature men to get your blood boiling.

“How dare you!” Gracie yelled, trying to hide her amused smile behind her outraged voice. “Shit, son, I’m gonna take you out!” She kicked his foot hard enough to make him lose his footing. James quickly grabbed her arm in the process. His sword clanked as it fell to the ground.

“I’m taking you down with me then!”

Gracie screamed in shock as they both fell into a heap on the floor. The men roared out with laughter at the two. Gracie and James joined in.

“That’s cheating!” Gracie complained as she heaved herself off the dirty floor, brushing her clothes free of any dust. She sheathed her sword and held a dirty hand towards James. He happily accepted it.

“Oh stop your bitching. All is fair in love and war,” he said with a smug smile.

“And this battle was neither of them.” Gracie said sternly, about to help James up.

SLAM!

Everyone jumped, and Gracie let out a small yelp. In the doorway stood their history teacher Mr. Hillman, looking quite flustered.

The pirate ship scenery vanished almost immediately. The wooden deck was replaced by the school’s ugly, pale tiles; the upper deck swapped places with metal desks; the wooden railing transformed into the classroom radiator; the rope securing the sails was actually the string to the window shades; the sun became florescent light bulbs once more; and the scruffy pirate crew turned back into Gracie's fellow second period, World History classmates as their buccaneer apparel melted away, alternating back to the modern, teenage threads they were actually wearing. The class stared at Mr. Hillman, speechless as his eyes wandered around the room, equally horrified at what he saw:

The classroom was a mess. Desks were shuffled around, far from their usual orderly lines of perfect rows. Muddy foot prints tracked the floor randomly and were seen all around the room. The trash can had been knocked over, its contents lay close by on the ground.

Some students were playing poker; piles of money lay in the middle of their circle as they sat on their desks. Butch was counting another pile of money, sorting it into two groups, while others crowded around him, holding more bills. All of them had stopped their previous activities to stare at their teacher, their faces resembling that of a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

His eyes followed a track of footprints that traveled well around the room, making their way on desktops and the radiator. The shades on the windows were crooked, letting a small amount of the dreary weather from outside shine through, but that wasn’t what caught his eye.

In front of the radiator stood Gracie O’Malley and James Evans, two of his least favorite students. James sat on the floor while Gracie leaned slightly over him; his right hand held Gracie’s. They both looked sweaty, tired and surprised to see him. James’ hair stuck to his face and neck from his sweat; Gracie’s was a right mess. A yard ruler was hanging from one of her belt loops at her hip while a similar ruler lay close by.

Mr. Hillman looked furiously at his two mischievous students as he yelled at them:

“For the last time, no more sword fights with yard sticks in class!”

Fin.

Venture Bros. Season 2

2009-03-21T20:01:05Z

WTF! Why didn't anyone tell me David Bowie was in Venture Bros!? Hahaa this is blood brilliant!

I love this show. I really need to get the other seasons... Season One's already out and Season Three comes out on Tuesday, I believe... I wonder if Kaycie would do a marathon with me one weekend. Hmmm.

Space Forms & Materials 2

2009-02-24T21:23:53Z

I think i love my sculpture class because the small and big stuff I do, Bruce always calls me an "irish woman" and that makes me super happy :D

Today:

Bruce: *trying to unlock the small fenced off area to get to the plaster* Dang I can't get this lock
Me: *absolutely serious* o.o Why don't you just jumped the fence? *was thinking about offering to do it for him*
Bruce: ...*bursts out laughing* You truly are an irish woman!

OHNOHEDIDN'T!

2009-02-23T22:45:21Z

Fuck you Colbert! xD I seriously hate Steve sometimes

LOVE YOU FOREVER CONAN!

Coraline

2009-02-22T06:52:30Z

Coraline was amazing! I only got to see the 2-D with Kayz but it was worth it. It was very well done! I enjoyed it greatly! I recommend seeing it.

I also find it creepy that I have a small door in my wall, my crawl space, in my room (at home) and I have a flat wooden black cat sitting on the frame. I'm staring at it as I'm typing. It kinda creeps me out a little... I had blocked it off with my toy chest and old clothes when i was little, when I no longer wanted to go in there. All my toys (barbies and dolls i didn't care enough for) are locked behind it. I always felt creepied out in there when I was little. I blocked it off scared bugs were getting into my room through there. My imagination loves to run away with itself, and I feel like I had a hidden reason as to why I blocked it off.

Ugh, when am I going to have my fantastic adventure? I come up with so many, when does one come true? I suppose I'm going to just grow old, telling tales. What a boring life I have ahead of me.

Hospital

2009-02-19T07:12:23Z

Ugh, just got back from the hospital with Kaitlyn. I'll give a full report in the morning.

Sexy

2009-02-18T21:59:28Z

Just because this makes Kaitlyn and I laugh our asses off every time we see this on the tv!

Ireland

2009-02-16T21:52:23Z

I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
"Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.'
-Yeats

Ugh this is crazy. I have been having dreams about Ireland! I want to go so badly! Hurry up summer! I want to propose a trip to Ireland with my dad (and my brother if he wants to) because I have waited 19 bloody years to go and lately I feel like it has been calling out to me. It's a weird feeling but it keeps haunting me.

I wanna see if my dad will say yes, then propose that we travel to New York for like 2 days, see some sites, then go to the island (omg the name escapes me for some reason) and see if we can't look any of our relatives up. I think it would be fun, then from New York we can travel to Ireland!

I wanna see the ocean and climb up lovely green hills; complain about how cold it is, even though I am accustomed to the cold here in WI. I wanna see the age-full villages and really see where my heritage comes from. I am almost completely irish and I'm fucking proud of it.

I think my dad would enjoy it too; catching up with his roots, he loves to hike and this time I'd be willing to hike with him.

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I must visit Ireland
Its call pervades my brain
Flooding me with feelings
Of aching love and pain

I shall gaze upon its lush lands
Entranced within its spell
Engrossed in tales of "wee folk"
And those of "Banshee wails"

I'll bring to mind its famine
Where many folk did die
I'll linger and I'll ponder
Tragedies of life . . . and why?

Visit, I must, to Ireland
To that land of emerald green
Paying tribute to those departed
And a country's future dream

-Dickerson

This night is winding down but time means nothing

2009-02-08T04:51:43Z

Oh man, it was 50 degrees today! Kendall, Keely, and I took a nice long walk around Milwaukee in it! Then we came back and watched Nick and Norah! I love that movie!

Nothing but sex shots from me today, for some reason :0

Disney on Ice part 2

2009-02-07T05:39:43Z

DISNEY ON ICE. WAS. AMAZING

hehe! Germans :D

Japan!

HAWAII! :D They were cute!

Blue fairy (:

Guess who!

Unicycle guy on ice! He had talent!

LOOKOUT!

Great Wale says OMNOMNOM

MULAN!

DAHLING! The incredibles part was dumb so i didnt take photos sorry

LIONKING

It was probably the only good thing that happened for my birthday (: I even got an icy (even though they didn't have it in Chip this time ): )

Disney On Ice

2009-02-06T23:44:04Z

:D I'm off to see Disney on Ice with my friends! I'll report how the night was when i get back! <3

Almost too peaceful

2009-01-31T05:53:03Z

The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top
The snow is softly fallin'
The air is still within the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly callin'

If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you

The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon the page
The words of love you sent me

If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you

The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin'
The mornin' light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin'

If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
And to be once again with with you
To be once again with with you

I'm home this weekend since I can't celebrate my birthday with my family on my actual Birthday (which is on Monday). It's cold but peaceful. I was laying on the couch all snuggled up in blankets with my doggie, reading, when this song started playing on my iTunes.

It seemed appropriate to share it with you.

Super Sicky

2009-01-26T18:23:18Z

Ugh, I feel sick and I don't know why. I woke up at 7 feeling extremely groggy and dizzy. I tried to eat something, half a poptart and some fruit loops went down but then I just felt like I was going to throw everything up so I texted my friend Kendall and told her I wasn't going to class. I went back to bed and got up at 9:30 to finish some homework that Kendall wouldn't even take to class so I wouldn't get marked down >_>. OKay this is what peeves me off the most.

Kendall, I don't care if you have your own opinion about why I'm sick (she say's i didn't enough sleep and that I'm just faking my illness so I can just sleep all day, which ISN'T true because I actually went to bed early last night) but when you go to our first class and tell Carly that and I get a facebook message on my status from her saying, "maybe because you didn't sleep last night! Faker!" then please JUST KEEP YOUR FUCKING, CYNICAL, NOT EVEN CONCERNED OPINIONS TO YOUR-STUPID-SELF! I shouldn't have to prove I'm sick to you. I'm not home anymore. As if it isn't hard enough to take care of yourself with the lack of vitamin c and lack of vegetables. I have to take care of myself, which is hard when you're busy with homework!

So excuse me. I'm going to go lay back down e_e

Early Birthday Surprises

2009-01-22T00:54:30Z

So I get back from class just now, and I have 3 packages waiting for at the security desk at the dorms. I check them out and get on the elevator to my floor with my friend Kendall. I had asked my dad to buy some of the books I needed for class on Amazon, since it would be easier for me (it's hard to get around without a car). When I get to my room, I open the first box which is the books i needed. I opened the biggest one next, and much to my surprise I find

A SCANNER!

I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT! My dad sent me my two birthday presents I asked for early! xD I also got the Anniversary Edition to Labyrinth on DVD! I was so excited I started to scream and I ran into my friends room waving it around. Hahaha

I'm gonna get the software all installed and hopefully you'll be seeing some of my art soon!

Countdown till b-day: 12 days.

We are so poor.

2009-01-21T04:37:13Z

Hahaha, so wanna hear a funny pathetic story? Okay here goes.

So, our hallway was out of toilet paper. We went down stairs because the dorm proves tp for everyone. They were out. I asked Keely if she had any of the tp she bought earlier this week. Nope all gone (no more tissues either). So, we are so fucking poor, we (keely and I) take an empty toilet paper roll and go to school (at 8 pm tonight ((in the cover of night!!!))). The toilet paper rolls we have at the school are HUGE and we can't exactly take them off the roll, so Keely rolled a bunch on the empty tp roll we brought, while I stood watch outside. It seriously cracked us up. I took a picture of what the tp on the roll looked like when I got back to our room. I'll post it when I upload it. I gotta charge my battery first.

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SERIOUSLY, knock it off.

2009-01-18T19:06:13Z

UGH! I am getting so sick of the mother fucking fire alarm going off at 5 in the fucking morning. This morning makes 3 times this week! Seriously, get it to fucking gether dorms. D< Ugh.

It's like the boy who cried wolf over, and over, and over again! Except ten times more annoying.

Dude, wait, what?

2009-01-17T09:18:06Z

It's 3 a.m. in the morning... why am I still awake?

Cold Day Hits Majority of Midwest

2009-01-15T20:07:34Z

Yay! Our classes got canceled today because it is just too mother fucking cold to go outside! My roomie and hallmates and I are going to watch a movie marathon and then play apples to apples and eat food and all the fun stuff you do on free days! Yay!

College Walk Through

2009-01-15T02:05:41Z

Wanna see my room? Here it is!

Mamma Mia

2009-01-13T03:55:25Z

*sighs* I love this movie. But this song makes me get all teary and miss my mom ): She would have liked this movie, then again I think she might have seen the play.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that Im losing her forever
And without really entering her world
Im glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when shes gone theres that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didnt
And why I just dont know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

can't sit still

2009-01-10T22:11:52Z

Why is it so hard to be patient? I just wanna run over and hug them and give them their presents but they're taking for-fucking-ever to call me! >/ They do this to me every time!

My dad's going to come home and thing they bailed on me...*sighs*

How I spend my friday nights

2009-01-10T05:39:30Z

so rina can see

mswitch @ 2009-01-03T15:02:00

2009-01-03T21:34:55Z

*suppressing the fits of glee in herself* Ugh xD I feel fine! In fact, better than I have in a long time. But I suppose it has to get worse before it gets better.

I OWE ALL MY HAPPINESS TO MOLLY, who so ingeniously tossed the best, well written, (Labyrinth) fanfic I have ever read ( http://www.fanfiction.net/s/429100/1/A_Forfeit_of_Dreams ; for those that are interested). So, thank you again, Molly! This was the kind of absolute tragic love story I so desperately needed to plunge myself into for a little bit (try three days). Don't get me wrong, there was a point where I was hyperventilating it was so sad, but the ending did not disappoint. It did not disappoint at all.

I feel so wistful and free. A bit tired, but that's how I always feel when I read without pausing for long periods of time. Content. Hmmmm, makes me wanna write a story or draw. Maybe I'll draw a new DevArt bio picture. Heavens knows I need a new one. I feel so in-tune with my imagination right now.

Birds are terribly noisy outside. Sounds like arguing. Maybe they're making plans for the freezing rain we're suppose to get tonight. Rain. Mmmm, I've missed rain <3.

New Years Eve

2008-12-31T23:37:18Z

Whoopie, what a sad, crazy, changing year it's been (and I'm kinda happy to be putting it behind me). So I'll be staying in, with bad cramps, all alone with my dog and a bag of shrimp for the evening. *sighs* I dunno, maybe I'll just draw the night away, I had a story I was thinking about working on anyway. So anyway

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope with the changing year will bring everyone happiness.

I’ll rise from all my sorrow
Let the sun shine on my face
All alone in comfort
Its my solitude I will embrace

I will rise from my sorrow…