Saturday, November 30, 2013

Writing and Muses

It's true!

Throughout the entirety of NaNoWriMo, I never once got writer's block. Not once. Why?

Because I wrote whether I knew what was happening or not.

If I couldn't decide what to do next, then I wrote whatever came to mind. Even if it was weird, and I would take it out later. For example, Lachise found a baby animal that was a mix between a mouse and a squirrel underneath his bed. I needed to boost my word count, okay? That worked.

The writing muse won't come unless you show it that you're determined to write with or without it.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Home is Behind in Gallifreyan

Here is Home is Behind in Gallifreyan, as I promised!

The first big circle says "Home is behind, the world ahead."
Second: "And there are many paths to tread."
Next: "Through shadow to the edge of night"
Next: "Until the stars are all alight'
Next: "Mist and shadow"
Next: "Cloud and shade"
Next: "All shall fade"
Next: "All shall fade"

Gallifreyan is hard enough as it is, so I didn't bother with punctuation.

This is where I learned it from:

How to write in Galifreyan

It was incredibly difficult, so please don't mind the horrid translation. :P Gallifreyan is the hardest alphabet I've ever translated with.

Thursday, November 28, 2013


I know, I know, this is my third post for the day. But guess what?



2013 Winner Facebook Cover
That's me, yeah.

Frankly, I like the ending. :D It's the first one that didn't end happily. So...yes. I shall have to start the fifth book in the series soon.

MWAHAHAHA, OH YEAH, FIVE BOOKS. And I wrote another one once, but it wasn't my Tolosil series, it wasn't very good, and it was about 30 pages long.


I Changed My Mind

I changed my mind; I will name one thing that I'm thankful for.


My mom said I'm not allowed to watch Doctor Who, but that was after I had already seen two episodes.... ;) But anyway, I know a lot of people who have seen it, and sometimes things about Gallifreyan will come through my Pinterest stream.

Therefore, I decided to learn the Gallifreyan alphabet.

I translated "Home is Behind" -Pippin's song in LOTR- into Gallifreyan. I'll post a picture of it here soon.

100th Post

All righty.... So, it's my 100th post, and to day is Thanksgiving. I have a feeling I'm supposed to write about what I'm thankful for, but I find that sort of boring. about pictures and stuff about it instead?


The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series #1). I love it. :D

Towering seminarians :)
Towering Seminarians :)



C.S Lewis

Catholic Priest

And here's the thought for the day:
Thankful To Who?

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Pinterest :-o

Pinterest gave me a servery to take, and one of the questions was thus:

"What would make Pinterest better?"

I said unlimited secret boards. I haven't really used any before, but guess what?

Either I have unlimited boards, or six. I don't know, but isn't that awesome? Pinterest rocks!

Monday, November 25, 2013


I'm almost done with NaNoWriMo!!!! :D Only five more days!!! Then I am going to go buy myself a milkshake or something. Maybe more Cheez-its, because we're out already (I DID NOT EAT ALL OF THEM. I've got a lot of little brothers who helped.).

That should scare me into getting busy.
Shut up, queen. I have been all day.

After November, I'm going to splurge and buy something.

Like this:
The Raven poem on the scarf - Infinity scarf - Black -Text Scarf - Book - Edgar Allan Poe - Poetry - Gift
Too bad it's so expensive. :P

Or this:
The Raven poem on the scarf - Straight Scarf - Black -Text Scarf - Book - Edgar Allan Poe - Poetry
Hardly cheaper. Maybe for Christmas though...? ;)

The Raven is such a beautiful poem.

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, 
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, 
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, 
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- 
Only this, and nothing more." 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, 
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. 
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow 
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore- 
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- 
Nameless here for evermore. 

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain 
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; 
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, 
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- 
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- 
This it is, and nothing more." 

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; 
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, 
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, 
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- 
Darkness there, and nothing more. 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, 
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; 
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, 
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" 
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- 
Merely this, and nothing more. 

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, 
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. 
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: 
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore- 
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;- 
'Tis the wind and nothing more!" 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, 
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; 
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; 
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- 
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- 
Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, 
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. 
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, 
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore- 
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" 
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, 
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; 
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being 
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door- 
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, 
With such name as "Nevermore." 

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only 
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. 
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- 
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before- 
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." 
Then the bird said, "Nevermore." 

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, 
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster 
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore- 
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore 
Of 'Never- nevermore'." 

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, 
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; 
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking 
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore- 
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore 
Meant in croaking "Nevermore." 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing 
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; 
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining 
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, 
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, 
She shall press, ah, nevermore! 

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. 
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee 
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! 
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" 
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - 
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, 
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- 
On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- 
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!" 
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! 
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- 
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, 
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- 
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." 
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- 
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! 
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! 
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! 
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" 
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting 
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; 
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, 
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; 
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor 
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Sunday, November 24, 2013




Saturday, November 23, 2013

The Lightning Thief

I haven't read any "light" fiction in a while (meaning I have read nothing but classics and books for school since July, probably), but sometimes easy little fiction is refreshing.

The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series #1) I finished The Lightning Thief last night!

I loved it waaaaaaaaaay more than I thought I would. I mean, it came from the teen section in my library. But Rick Riordan's writing rocks, and guess what? I like the female AND the main characters. :-o Those are the ones I usually hate. Annabeth and Percy are awesome though. Annabeth's tough, but is a bit insecure. And Percy is adorable.

The four-lined prophecy, though.

I won't say what happened, but I think finishing the third line in the last chapter, and barely going over the fourth one, needs some work.

But if I had to rate this book, it would be four and a half stars. I can't wait to read the next ones. :D

Friday, November 22, 2013


I really, really like my teachers right now. :) Yup, I'm back in my seat.

On another note, a middle school boy brought his tarantula for science today. Yes. And it was furry.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Seating Arrangments

Such terrible ideas. I did actually email my teachers this morning.

"I have a few concerns about the seating arrangement. I understand that it was made with the intentions of building a more quiet atmosphere in which we can learn, but if a couple things about it could be changed, I would be eternally grateful (That's not an exaggeration.).
  • The arrangement is mainly in a girl-boy-girl-boy sequence. There is not much "elbow room" in the class, and I am very uncomfortable being crammed in between two boys. It's awkward.
  • I have nothing against the boys I am sitting next to, and while neither of them have ever cheated by looking at my answers, I am sorry to say that I dislike taking tests next to one of them.
  • I personally do not like sitting next to two people. When I sat on the end, I only had to sit next to one. While I was still stressed at the end of the day by being in a room with lots of people in it for a long time, it was bearable. This seating arrangement is just like last year's, and I remember that when it was time to go home, it was a blessed relief to get out of the room in which I felt like I was going to start crying. The entire day was hard.
Please, please change this."

Hm. Maybe I should have asked someone to proofread it first, to make it polite and stuff. But I've already sent it, and got two out of three replies. Both teachers who replies said that they'd see what they could do to change it. As long as it's changed by the time I return from Thanksgiving break, I'll be fine.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Cat and Fishes

In honor of my birthday, I've decided to name the cat and the fishes here.

The cat's name is Catherine

The blue fish's name is Mary

The red fish's name is Maria

And the black fish's name is Christie.


My Homework O.O

Oh no.

So...this thing for logic is supposed to be 2-3 pages long. There's this argument we have to put into a syllogism and then explain if it's sound (valid AND true).

Mine is half a page, and I ended it like this: "And I really don't know what else to yeah. I really hope this works."

I wonder if I'll be skinned alive. :-o

Thursday, November 14, 2013

POV's Battle

It has come. :-o Listening to music from Sherlock has put me in a very deep and majestic mood.

Battle time.

The secret messenger informed Thalace that the Rekipii and rebel forces were coming from the back. There were not many, however; not more than seven hundred.
Thalace was puzzled. Why had they not sent more? He shrugged. It was a strangely benefiting situation. Thalace continued riding to talk to his men.
Within two hours the enemy forces had arrived. Fierce fighting ensued, but the enemy were outnumbered. After only an hour, it looked like the royals would win.
Then Sajti, General Hondoel’s assistant, rode to Thalace with news. Three thousand of the enemy troops were marching to the front of the palace. They were moving quickly and would certainly arrive in half an hour.
Thalace listened to him in shocked silence. How could he have been so foolish? Why did he always make the worst decisions? Of course the enemy would attack the weak front of the circle. It had barely any guard at all, especially now, with most of them fighting the enemies now at hand.
How had he been so stupid?
Thalace ordered his troops to hurry to the front of the circle, but many lay dead, and many could not hear him. Leaving Sajti and a few others to tell the men to change their direction, Thalace rode to the front.
Thalace could hear his foes approaching. The sound of marching feet and pounding hooves from such a startling sense of reality that for a moment Thalace was barely able to sit straight on his horse. The next moment his strength returned. Now was not the time for cowardice. Now was the time for bravery! Thalace remembered what Lachem had once said to him.

“The only way you can be brave, Thalace, is to fear. Bravery is not doing dangerous things because you are strong, but doing noble things because you fear what would happen if you did not. Cowardice is what happens when you let the fear overtake you.”

Gotta love those secret messengers.

MBTI And My Main Characters

Love the way this is structured. Will help with characters! :)

Sajti is an ENFP

I want Thalace to be an INTJ

Lachem is an ISFJ

General Hondoel is either an ESTJ  or an INTJ.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Have Some More From POV

When the secret messenger returned in four days, he said that the combined Rekipii and rebel Ventwenoians forces numbered 6000 men, and they planned to attack in only three days. The royal Ventwenoian forces currently at the palace numbered 2000, and if the troops at Erolon were able to arrive in time, then they would now have 4000 men. Major Kib, moving as fast as he could, would be able to bring his troops in a week at the earliest.

General Hondoel ordered 1250 of their current men to position themselves in a ring a mile and a half from the palace, with the remaining 750 reinforcing the sides and back.

War is upon them! Their doom is nigh!!! *Evil laughing*

Yeah, this won't end well. But it could be worse, right? They could be dying of thirst. *Wink*

Anyhoo, the twins, Lachise and Thalem, now have to leave again for their safety. They aren't very happy about that.

Monday, November 11, 2013

A Poem On Noise

Because noise is evil. :P


Noise, loudness, shouts:
Thought to be "fun"
What is noise?
Noise is bad.

Sunday, November 10, 2013


I love this place.

Yes, I am sitting here in a dark room with the window shades down, listening to rain. It's lovely. It even has thunder!

Child Pictures From Movies

I love pictures of movie character from when they were kids. :D

Here's some of baby Loki:

His cheeks O-O (< That's him)

Family moment- Frigga, Thor, and Loki
I love this one. xD

Now for some Sherlocks:

Hungry, hungry Mycroft!


Too bad for Mycroft! I wonder what he did to make them so mad.

Now Star Trek:

Keep trying, sweetheart!
Little Chekov :)

Here is a link to Spock's birth, which was deleted from the movie. :P

Little Spock
More Spock

Ta-da! :D

Friday, November 8, 2013

Yup, This is About a Song

I guess it's sort of awkward when your relationship with one of your best friends is summed up really well in a song that not only is by One Direction (who really are not good singers), but the song is You Don't Know You're Beautiful.

My poor best friend, right?

But anyhow, if you go beyond the fact that the song is annoying and terribly sung, then you can see that the lyrics are actually gorgeous.

If only you saw what I can see
You'll understand why I want you so desperately.
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe
You don't know,
You don't know you're beautiful.

Yeah, pretty self-explanatory.


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

More From Mah Book

Here's another exert, so I don't have to leave you guys hanging with them all dying of thirst. ;) No, I don't know how far along Savine is in her pregnancy. :P

So, they found a stream of water so they're not dead (It was salt water, yes, but the rangers boiled it to get rid of that.). And now they just arrived at home: the royal palace.

Savine: Thalace's husband
Titam: mother of Lachise and Thalem. Her husband, Lachem (*Sob* He's dead) was Thalace's older brother.
Rekipii: bad guys

Savine was waiting for them in the royal family’s private sitting room. She was --- months pregnant and extremely ill. Titam said that she was barely able to get out of bed. The queen’s face was pale, and when she walked she gritted her teeth, as if her feet could not support her. A servant brought her ice water and pickles. The twins would have commented, but Titam raised her eyebrow at them, keeping them quiet.
Savine hugged the boys and her husband. Thalace held her gently, as if worried that he might break her. A few minutes later, Thalace had to leave the gathering, because one of his secret messengers (Thalace did not like to call them “spies”) had important news. Nobody saw Thalace for the rest of the evening except the secret messenger, General Hondoel, and a few military advisers. Thalace was not even able to say  goodnight to the twins until far after they had fallen asleep.
In the king’s study, which had been completely rebuilt after the fire the twins had started, the secret messenger had waited. The windows were shuttered and only two small candles burnt. The servants had kept up with the cleaning, but the room still seemed dusty and mysterious.

“The Rekipii have been gathering large forces,” the secret messenger whispered. “They grow more numerous with each passing day. I have discovered through various means that they plan to attack here, this palace, within two weeks.”


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Helping People With Writing

I helped a super awesome writer with her book today, and I am happy. :D

Monday, November 4, 2013

Some More From "The Princes of Ventweno"

Lachise tossed and turned in his sleep that night. Thalace had been unable to make a deal with those travelers, who had the same amount of water as they did, but with less people to share it with.
Thalace got nightmares when the weather was cold, because that was what it was like that day his parents died. Lachise’s case was the opposite.
Thus, every night for four days after the encounter with those travelers, Lachise had nightmares. If he woke up, then he would be screaming and crying, but sometimes he would not wake up at all, but sob in his sleep. Thalace was the only person who could soothe him, even though all he did was take off his blankets and sometimes his night shirt, and rub his back.
After those four days of travelling slowly, they completely ran out of water.
Twenty five of the horses had died, and the humans expected themselves to follow shortly.
“This is bad,” Demi Nai whispered. “So bad.” Jand rolled his eyes at him. It was a waste of breath to speak.
Thalace could not think of a time when he was despairing more than he was now. His nephews, his little boys--their death was nigh. Why had he put them in this situation anyway? Was it his fault?
‘I should never have brought them to Lady Quenia in the first place,” he thought in his anguish. ‘I should never have taken them from their mother.’
It occurred to Thalace that he would never see his second child. His death was inevitable. Then it occurred to him that Ventweno would have no leader. He would die, the twins would die, his only child was a girl, and what if the second was as well? Then Cecemia’s first son would be king, but that child would not be born for years, assuming he ever would be.
His death was nigh.

MWEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!! I can see why Steven Moffat finds hurting characters so fun. I like this.
Don't worry, their relief will come soon. :)

Sunday, November 3, 2013

More Iron.

That awkward moment when you're not pregnant (DUH) but you have to take prenatal vitamins for its extra iron.

Not that I've ever tasted cat food, but I'm pretty sure it tastes similar to these vitamins.

The Princes of Ventweno

NaNoWriMo is going swell! Here's an exert.

Thalem: twelve year old nephew of Thalace. One of the princes.
Thalace: king of Ventweno.
Hareb: a ranger dude who's travelling with them.
Lack of water: pretty self-explanatory.

The three men who had ridden ahead had not returned after a few days. Thalace decided that he and the others had to continue travelling. The horses were not getting better; they were getting worse. Thirteen out of forty had died.
After travelling for two days in the sweltering heat, Thalem saw smoke in the distance. He alerted Thalace, who, in turn, took counsel with Hareb.
“It’s not thick enough to be a forest fire. Someone must be camping there.”
Thalace glanced at the smoke. It was about four miles away. “They could be Rekipii.”
“That’s a possibility.”
“They could have water.”
“That’s also a possibility.”
“Yes.” Thalace wiped his brow, half wishing he could drink his sweat. He sighed. “We need water.”
“We’d be taking quite a risk if we approached them.”
“I know, but we have to drink something. Watergate River is still ---- miles away. We can only go a third of that before we’re out of water.”
“Then I suppose we’ll have to beg for some.”
“That’s better than dying.”
“If we didn’t have those kids here....” Hareb grumbled. He reached behind him for his horse’s bridle and then remembered that it had died. Thalace saw this and made up his mind.

“We’ll go to the fire immediately.”