Thursday, July 31, 2008

some good news...

I FOUND LAND!!!!!! PEOPLE! FRESH WATER! FOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!! YAY! better hide my wings... they might not receive me to well if I showed my bird-freakiness. Oh and thanks for the TWO PEOPLE who actually responded to the 'Contest!' post. even if they didn't actually submit names...
I chose 'Darien'. I forget what it means, but it sounds cool, so I chose it. According to me, its pronounced DAR-ee-yen. go 'head, say it! you know it sounds cool. 'Damien' would be cool too. I like names that end in 'n'. don't know why...
post later, gotta find out where the heck I am now,

Boats aren't fun anymore. well, they are, just less.

I'm not sure I like boats so much anymore. Yes I do, its that I don't like the trip. I'm completely lost, the engine is broken, and I think I'm running out of food. Not fun. Not fun at all. If I don't come back, tell Sonar to stay away from my stuff. Especially those cookies I hid under my bed. Don't worry they're in Tupperware! I should've put a curse on 'em. Oh, some better news, I developed my powers a bit more. You remember how I can create illusions and stuff, right? Well, now I can create illusions of hunger, pain, happiness, pretty much anything. Its kind of cool, but the fish aren't too cooperative. I saw a few dolphins yesterday, they were interesting to talk to. Their sense of time is kinda wacked though. Its not so cold now, so that's better, but I think I might be in the Pacific ocean now. Probably somewhere around Australia. I have seen a lot of sharks around lately. Oh well, I gotta go see if there's anything edible left in the boat.
See Ya

Monday, July 28, 2008

Thanks for your time! Love you all! (at least as friends. unless you're mean!)

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

  It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man.       

  College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way.

  In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.

  There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past, and often no time to spend with his wife and son.               


He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.    

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."

  Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat, quietly remembering his childhood days.

  "Jack, did you hear me?"

  "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him.

  I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.                

  "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.               

  "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.   

  "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.      

  "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.               


  As busy as he was, he kept his word. 

  Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.

  Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful.

  He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.               

  The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

  Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment.

  It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. 

  The house was exactly as he remembered.

  Every step held memories. 

  Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.

  "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

  "The box is gone," he said.

  "What box?" Mom asked. 

  "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,' Jack said.

  It was gone.               

  Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. 

  He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

  "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."                


  It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died.           


Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.  

"Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.                

 Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. 

  The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.  The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 

"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.  

  Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package.

  There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

  Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.           

  "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to 

Jack  Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."


  A small key was taped to the letter.


  His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box.  There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.  

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he 

unlatched the cover.               


  Inside he found these words engraved:

   "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."


  "The thing he valued most time"

  Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.             

  "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. 

  "I need some time to spend with my son," he said.  

  "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"


  "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away,"


  Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.


  1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.


  2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.    

  3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. 


  4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.               


  5. You mean the world to someone. 


  6. If not for you, someone may not be living.               


  7. You are special and unique. 


  8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it...or something better. 


 9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it. 

When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look:                               

you most likely turned your back on the world.          

11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. 


12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. 


13 . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will 

feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy .  

14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.  


  Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life...for the better. 


  To everyone who sees this 


  "Thanks for your time & ThanX for being ~ ~ Y O U! ~ ~          

Sunday, July 27, 2008

YAAYYYY!!!!!!!! (again!)

The shiny's heart-shaped and blue! And with a whole bunch of other smaller shinys! So sparkly...
Oh and the ocean's getting really cold now...I'd rather not fall in again...
I wonder what I'll do once I get to England...maybe dock the boat somewhere and find something to
eat...I'm hungry.
See Ya!
Storm ^.^

Sonar is BACK!!!!!


So i went on a secret mission... i won't tell you because....well... IT'S A FREAKIN SECRET!!!...duh.

Long time... no write...type.... whatever.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired ... Later people...

COUNT: 8-ish


Fly On Forever Sonar Style


Thursday, July 24, 2008

Contest! well, kinda...

Ok, I'm writing a story and I need help. What would be a good name for a blonde bookworm-turned-warrior elf who constantly gets (graciously) beaten in everything he does by a girl (elf) that he went to school with but has a crush on her? Could everyone think for ten seconds (or more, its ok!) and try? I'm at a total loss. If you put your idea in a comment (or email or post, for those who have it) I'll look at all of them, and put the winner in a post! The winner will get...umm... a mystery prize! Yeah mystery prize...
Thanks y'all!
Storm! ^.^
Oh by the way, there was nothing shiny under the boat. Just some BIG sunken ship. The name started with a 'T'. I think...
Wait Shiny-Detection Sense going off again. Its IN the ship!
Must go, see ya!
Storm 0.O


YAY HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE!!!!! Geez it's cold here. I wonder if I'll fall in again...
Oh, hi! As you can tell, I'm not exactly on solid ground now. And I'm not sitting on a cloud. Or flying. I'M ON A BOAT! MY BOAT! A SAIL BOAT! BOAT! Ooh the storm's comin' closer. Good thing I waterproofed my laptop. Heh heh. So um, oh yeah found my parents! I'm sailing to England as we speak! Hope I don't get lost again... Although those Canadian people were nice. They gave me a map! Ooh and I saw a map in a map shop (yes I found a map shop. kinda... got lost again) that showed the world from the SOUTHERN hemisphere's point of view! All the continents were like upside-down! Yeah good times... I AM SAILING MY OWN BOAT!!!!!!!!!!! No, stop right there! I know what you're thinking. I BOUGHT it! I swear! Promise! I bet you want to know about it now, you nosy things you! (fond! not insult!) Have you ever read 'The Voyage of the Frog'? Its kinda like the Frog! If you don't read like I do, its a middling-to-small sail boat, with a back-up gas engine. Except I worked a little mechanical magic on it, and now its solar powered! Heehee, if you say 'powered' in two syllables, it sounds like 'power-red'! *flinch* (related to ferret, remember Echo?) Shiny-senses tingling! Must go! Big Shiny right under boat! Where's that dang anchor?!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008


Guess what?! I FOUND MY PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I found the school's database, and their entire contributions (aka us). And it also gave the parents' names and addresses! Of course, I can't tell you anything personal, like their names or addresses or anything, but I'm going to England to see them! Of course they think I'm dead, but I'd be just happy to see if they existed. Maybe I'll bump into them and be introduced!
Storm ^.^
Oh, don't worry, I'll take my laptop with me, so I won't disappear again. Don't worry.

Sunday, July 20, 2008


Whee its a storm!!!! I like storms, as you can probably tell. I’m probably to go all poetic now, so if you like straight-to-the-point stuff, I have two things to say to you: 1-Why the heck are you reading my blog?! 2-skip this post. Stop reading it. I SAID STOP!!!!!

Roll of thunder

hear my cry

over water

by the by.

Old man comin’

down the line

whip in hand 

to beat me down

but I ain’t gonna let him turn me down...

I love storms.... The smell of rain, the whoosh of the wind, blasting your hair away from your face and flowing around you unchanged...The roll of the thunder, resounding through you, echoing the beat of your heart...The flash of lightning, tearing the sky apart with threads of etheral brightness...The hiss of the rain on the ground, the feeling of it beating against your face, your entire body, as you race through it...The clouds rolling in to the beat of the thunder, covering the moon, the stars, space itself...The sheer danger of storms, the threat of death itself, and the thrill that comes with experiencing, with conquering, the storm...The lull afterwards, with the sky a hue all its own and that electric tension left in the air, only to be dispensed with that final drumbeat, that last thread streaking across the sky...And then it passes, and all your left with are the raindrops on your skin and the smell of the clash of the heavens...the storm...

What I'm doing right now...

I just saw Titanic. S-Sooo SSAAADDDD!!!!!!!!! I cried like fifty times!!!!!

Oddly enough, that new song by Taylor Swift, Gunpowder and Lead, was going through my head the entire time. Weird... Ooh its back on! Leonardo DiCaprio...*semi-drool* He’s always the artistic type, in Romeo+Juliet he writes, and in this, he draws. With charcoal. Actually, they’re more like sketches... Oh well. I’m not a raving fangirl, but I can see why so many girls are. Pretty necklace. So sparkly... and blue! I like blue...

See Ya!

Storm ^.^

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Response to the Polls (and apology to Sonar)

I have a few things to say:
1: Yay people share my opinions on weapons. NO PACIFISTS!!!!!!
2: *sniff* no one voted for my fav emocon (0.O)
3: Yay again BRITISH ACCENT WINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4: To Sonar, I read your new post (Vyomesh) and I apologize for flipping out at you in the comment that prompted it. Vyomesh is a pretty cool name, but it is rather... uncommon. What language is it anyway? I will not apologize for saying you leave mean comments. You do.
Ok so that's all cleared up, See Ya!
Oh fine... ^.^

Friday, July 18, 2008

My Random Dream: Part 2 of 2 (aka the other half. where stuff actually happens)

Ok here's the part of the story that I actually dreamed. The other part was me explaining so that you can understand. Here it is! Ok so one night in some school that seems to come up in a lot of my dreams, I’m walking around, waiting for them to pick me up (its almost the end of the night and I go to night school. I’m the youngest, so I’m the only one in there) so I walk outside to the back of the auditorium, and I see this big van. I walk over, and I see some chick with crazy hair trying to lug a big amp out of the van. So of course I walk over and start halping unload stuff, and she starts talking to me. Apparently they’re a band and they have to set up for a concert they’re doing tonight. I ask why they’re setting up in the middle of the night and she says they have to practice. Anyway, we finish up and she takes me inside to meet the rest of the band. She introduces herself as Arabella and I tell her my name. She starts to introduce me to the band, but a black truck pulls up and rolls its window down. Arabella and the band are all like “Woo-whee! Those people have some money!” and I look guilty. Rolling down the window, Echo hisses “Get in here!!” I say “I-I have to go, sorry!” and start to walk to the car, but Arabella says “Here, give me your cell number.” I ashamedly look down and mumble “don’t have a cell phone.” She snorts and says “Greg get overhere.” Greg, a younger boy thats evidently their technical manager, walks over and Arabella says “Lemme see your cell phone.” He confusedly pulls it out and she snatches it, passing it to me. He makes a lunge for it but Arabella restrains him, saying “You have tons, just give her that one!” he slumps and looks down. I, kind of guilty, (no clue why) say “Thanks” and hug him, making him turn bright red. I turn and, submitting to Echos furious yelling, run to the car and jump in. I wave gooodbye to everyone and they wave back, except Sonar, who is driving (no clue why) makes the window go up! I turn to him and semisnarl “What the heck!?” He snarls back and spits out “Those are werewolves.” I, in all my intelligence, had failed to recognize our worst enemies! Oops. Good thing they didn’t see Arabella give me the phone.

So we’re driving driving driving, and the sun comes up. Everyone hisses and covers their faces, except me. I look dreamily out the window. Radar pulls my arm and hisses “The suns up!” I look down at her cowering in the shade and say “Yup I know” (I have no clue why she’s doing that). Unfortunately, Sonar, who was driving, doesn’t have my sun-resisting power. When he covered his face, he bumped the steering wheel and we zoom off the road into a river that seems right out of the rain forest. So we all jump ship, and everyone is happier in the shady water (I had put gregs-no-my phone in a Ziploc bag, so everyone else couldn’t smell the werewolf on it) but, of course, something bad happens. This bad thing is in the form of Radar getting bitten by a snake. A poisonous one. On her hand. I immediatly make a cross-cut over the bite (Yes I have a pocket knife. Who doesnt?) and start sucking out the poison (we’re mysteriously human-like when it comes to one of our own’s blood) and we all swim for dear life to the bank, only to find out we really are in the rain forest! Uh oh.

There it is. The product of my subconscious when I was asleep. Anyway, sorry if this offended anyone (especially the flock) but my subconscious contains all the evil/strange voices that I hear, and they can be very mean. Hope you enjoyed that look into my mind!

See Ya!


hehehe Nevermind

I see that you figured it out. Ignore my last comment.

Hola! I am Echo and Storm finally decided to add us on her list! Woo...

I have my own blog by now I will be posting on all of my flocks blogs as well
That includes

Me, Radar,Sonar,Storm,Ember

And Lilac...who really doesn't like me posting on her blog that much, even if we share an account. (That was the whole point of getting one)

Just wanted to say hi and tell, you, Storm, that it worked.



~And Lilac who is reading over her shoulder

My Random Dream: Part 1 of 2

Zokay Here's the first paragraph of my weird dream: (please read the disclaimer in my earlier post)

Radar, Echo, Sonar and me are all vampires. but we have the same powers and stuff (I think...), we just don’t have wings, have a thirst for human blood, and can’t tolerate sunlight. Well, they can’t. I can, cause I was exposed to really bright lights, so as long as its not really bright, I can go out in the daytime. So anyway, our enemies are the werewolves. We are their predators and their prey (we basically hunt them, but they hunt us). We hate eachother (not all of us, we hate the werewolves).

This part just explains the situation. Actual dream later.

See Ya!


Hi Echo/Radar/Sonar/Everyone else!

Back I is! Echo I added to co-authoresses! Get you it, Echo? Other's emails send you me, Echo, please! Ok talking normal now. I had a really weird dream in the forest, on my last night. It was cold. I'll post the dream in two posts, because its loong. Remember, any opinions are the product of my subconscious and therefore the opinions of my other personalitites. They're weird. And sometimes very cruel/cynical/evil/hyper/basically every emotion possible. So sorry in advance if I offend anyone.
See Ya!