Saturday, June 28, 2008

Chapter 1, continued

Inside, all three kids were shivering. Hagrid was letting them borrow his coat to keep them warm while one of the teachers got their bags for them, so they could change out of their wet clothes.

"Worst...boat ride...EVER!" Peter exclaimed through his chattering teeth. Andrea giggled quietly. Albus looked around and realized that practically all of the kids were staring at them. He was extremely relieved when the teacher walked up with their bags.

"Th-th-thank you!" Peter said as he grabbed his bag. It was surprisingly smaller than Albus's, but Albus really didn't care at the moment. All he cared about was being warm and dry. The three of them were escorted to the nearest bathrooms by the same teacher who had brought them their bags. They went in, got changed, then came back out, dry and happy.

"Ah, much better." Peter sighed with a smile. They walked back to the line of first years and waited for whatever was coming next.

"Hi," someone said to them. Albus looked over and saw a boy with short blond hair holding his hand out to him. "I'm Scorpio Malfoy." The boy said. Albus shook his hand.

"I'm Albus Potter, and this is Andrea and Peter." Scorpio shook hands with them and smiled.

"Um, I really don't want to get off on the wrong foot with you, like our dad's did..." Scorpio said nervously.

"Well then, let's not." Albus said with a smile. Scorpio smiled back. "So, what common room are you hoping for?" Albus asked him. Scorpio shrugged.

"I don't know, really. I suppose I'll be fine with what I get." He replied. "What about you?"

"I definitely want Griffindor." Albus replied immediately.

"Well, there are perks and faults to all of them," Peter began.

"I'm not sure which one I want. I'll just take what I'm given." Andrea said politely. Just then, an older woman waked out to where the first years were waiting. They all immediately quieted down.

"Good evening, first years to Hogwarts," she began. "I am Professor McGonagal, and headmistress of the school. When you go in, you will stand in a line quietly and wait for your name to be called. When it is, you will come up to me, where I will have a stool for you to sit on. I will place the sorting hat on your head and it will decide which common room you will be assigned to." She finally finished and looked at all the first years. "Well, now, come along!" She turned around and led them all into the huge dining hall.

"Shouldn't she be retired by now?" Albus whispered to Andrea. "I mean, the woman's got to be at least ninety!" Andrea elbowed him in the ribs as they entered into the dining hall. They all formed a line and waited, all eyes on them. Professor McGonagal set an old and dusty hat on the stool in the middle of the room, and everyone watched closely as the hat suddenly grew a mouth and began to sing.

"Quite a few years ago, when the world was old, four magical people made me, and this entire school, in which you now stand, for the enlightenment of a great many! There were four founders, as there are rooms, in which you may stay, and the founders made me, a little hat, to tell you which is your way! Griffindor, Slytherin, Huffelpuff, Ravenclaw, all do have their perks. Griffindor's: Strong of heart, brave till the end, and always being good. Slytherin's: sneaky, but still extra-tough, and sometimes in a bad mood. Huffelpuff's: Not afraid to do hard work, whenever the time calls. Ravenclaw's: Smart, with brains that are good, and sometimes take some hard falls. Now, which one is for you? That I will decide! Now come on now, don't be shy!" The hat finished singing and everyone clapped and cheered. Professor McGonagal held up a long list of names and began calling up first years.

One after another, kids went up and were given their common rooms. "GRIFFINDOR!" The hat would call out, and the table erupted with cheers. "HUFFELPUFF!" Another table would cheer loudly as the chosen child went to sit down. "RAVENCLAW!" The hat yelled out, and the process was repeated.

"Scorpio Malfoy," Professor McGonagal yelled. Albus watched as Scorpio walked slowly up to the stool and sat down. The hat was placed on his head and there was silence for about three seconds.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat boomed. The Slytherin table erupted with cheers, but Albus thought that he saw a tinge of sadness on Scorpio's face as he walked over and sat down.

"Albus Potter," Albus swallowed hard as he walked up to the stool and sat down. The hat was placed on his head and slid clear down to his nose. Please, not Slytherin... Albus thought desperately. Well, there isn't much of a choice with you. Albus heard another voice taking. He realized that it was the hat and sighed.

"GRIFFINDOR!" Albus smiled as he heard the table erupt with cheers. James was cheering the loudest, Albus could tell. He smiled and walked over to the table and sat down right next to James.

"Good job, little bro." James said, patting him on the back. They turned their attention back to the hat and the rest of the kids waiting.

"Andrea Fordison," Andrea walked up, fear showing on her face. She sat down and Professor McGonagal put the hat on her head. Everyone waited as the hat was silent. It opened it's mouth to say something then closed it without saying a word. Andrea fidgeted in her seat as the wait grew longer. Finally, the hat spoke.

"SLYTHINDOR!" It yelled. Professor McGonagal looked at it, shocked. Everyone started whispering. "Sorry..." The hat mumbled. "RAVENPUFF!" It yelled. Albus looked at James.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked. James shrugged.

"It might be getting too old, or it might be her." He replied. Albus looked at him, confused. James merely shrugged in reply.

The hat seemed to sigh then spoke again. "Oh, just put her in Griffindor!" Andrea sighed then quickly stood up. She walked over to the cheering Griffindor table and sat down.

"Derek Finnigan," Derek walked up slowly and sat down. The sorting hat was placed on his head and immediately spoke.

"GRIFFINDOR!" It yelled. Derek smiled wide and practically ran over to the table. He sat down and smiled at his sister. She looked back at him nervously.

"Holly Finnigan," Holly walked up solemnly then sat down.

"She will get Griffindor, won't she?" Derek asked Albus. Albus shrugged then they both looked back to the stool.

"GRIFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. The Griffindor table erupted with cheers and Holly skipped over. She sat down happily next to Derek.

"Peter Brown," Peter walked up with his head hung then sat down. There was a pause while the sorting hat decided where he should go. Albus saw Peter's mouth form the word "Griffindor" silently.

"GRIFFINDOR!" The hat boomed. Albus clapped and cheered with his fellow Griffindor's as Peter blushed and made his way over.

The line eventually came to an end and everyone quieted down. Professor McGonnagal took her place at the teacher's table and stood up. "Welcome to all of you," she started out, "it is another wonderful year here at Hogwarts and I just want to go over a few things. The Forbidden forest is...forbidden. And we have a brand new teacher at school this year." Proffessor McGonnagal motioned to a man with red hair and square glasses who stood up and took a short bow. "Mr. Percy Weasly will be teaching broom handling this year, and will be Quiditch referee. As always, behave and use your magic wisely. Now, dig in!" She clapped and plates full of food suddenly appeared on the tables. There were "Ooh"'s and "Aah!"'s from the first years as they looked at all of the food.

"Well, don't just look at it!" James said to Albus and the rest of the first years around them. "Dig in!"



*NOTE* If there are spelling errors, like names and such, please point it out to mii, for I would like to know for future reference.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Fanfiction

I already have a one of theses going on (my Exo Force one on lego.com) but I have decided to post my Harry Potter fan fiction here. The chapters won't be as long as JK's though. We shall be starting off where the last book left off. (I don't remember all the names of the Weasley kids, so bear with mii)

Chapter 1

Albus looked at James, who had started to walk off. "Don't leave me here by myself!" Albus called. James sighed and turned around.
"Why not?" He asked. Albus fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.
"Because, I don't know anyone, and I don't want to be alone and-" Albus stopped, not able to think of any better reason than he was nervous, and a little scared.
"I had to be by myself." James said. "Besides, I have friends I want to be with."
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I was with you..." Albus said slowly. James looked over his shoulder and sighed.
"Great..." He said sarcastically. A girl with brown hair was skipping towards them with a huge smile on her face.
"Hey James!" She said as she landed next to him.
"Hey Sam." James replied less enthusiastically. The girl looked at Albus with a curious smile on her face.
"Is this your little brother?" She asked. James nodded reluctantly.
"Sam, this is Albus. Albus, this is Samantha." James introduced them to each other then the two shook hands.
"Why does her voice sound weird?" Albus whispered to James. Samantha looked taken aback.
"Not only can I hear you, but I can also lip-read." She said.
"Oh, sorry." Albus apologized sheepishly.
"Her accent is different because she's from America." James sighed. Albus's eyes went wide.
"You are?" He gawked.
"Yep." Samantha replied proudly. She rocked on her heels and looked at James expectantly.
"What?" He asked quickly.
"Are we gonna sit down, or are we just gonna stand here?" She asked. James glanced at Albus quickly.
"Well, um..." James looked for the right words to say. Samantha looked at Albus and smiled.
"He can sit with us if he wants. I don't mind." She said pleasantly. James glared at Albus who smiled shyly.
"Fine." He said bitterly. The three made their way into one of the seating areas and sat down, James and Albus sitting opposite of Samantha. They sat there in quiet for awhile before Albus finally spoke up.
"So, do you have an owl?" Albus asked Samantha. She looked out the window at the passing scenery and shook her head.
"No," she began, "an owl wouldn't hold up on the long flight. We tried that last year...it landed on a boat..." She finished quietly. Albus stared at her with his mouth open. "Talk about your confused sailors!" Samantha chuckled. James laughed and glanced out the window.
"So, Sam, how was summer?" He asked.
"Pretty good. Mom's still kinda freaked about the whole, you know, magic thing, but other than that it was good." She replied.
And that's how the remainder of the train ride went. James and Samantha talked while Albus listened. Albus didn't mind it much, because he really didn't have much to talk about, but he decided that he liked Samantha.

When they finally got to the school, Albus was nervous and excited at the same time. He didn't know what to expect, and he was still worried about the thestrals.
"Well, see ya, bro." James said as he began making his way through the crowd of kids.
"Wait!" Albus called out, but he had already lost him. He sighed and looked around at the swarming mass of children and teens.
"FIRST YEARS OVER HERE!" A voice suddenly called out. Albus looked over and saw Hagrid shining a lamp over the heads of the students. Albus ran over to him and smiled. "Well, hello, Albus." Hagrid said in his deep voice. His hair was now turning gray, but he was still just as lively as usual.
"Well, hop in." Hagrid said, pointing to a small boat in the water behind him. Albus looked at the boat hesitantly for a moment then glanced back at Hagrid. Hagrid smiled reassuringly and Albus crawled in.
"Hello." A voice said from behind him. Albus turned around and saw a girl his age standing behind him. "May I sit there?" She asked as she pointed to another seat in the small boat.
"Oh, yeah, of course." Albus said, scooting over. The girl sat down swiftly and smiled at Albus.
"I'm Andrea," She said, holding out her hand for Albus to shake.
"I'm Albus, it's nice to meet you." Albus said, shaking her hand. Andrea looked at him for a few minutes with a smile on her face.
"What?" Albus asked nervously.
"Nothing, nothing at all. You just look familiar, that's all." Andrea replied. Albus looked away and shifted in his seat. Just then, another boy walked up to them.
"M-may I sit with you?" He asked nervously. The two nodded their heads and moved over for the newcomer. He had shaggy brown hair and a robe that was much too big for him on. He sat down in the boat and looked around.
"I'm Peter." He introduced himself. Albus and Andrea did the same.
"Um, do either of you know why we're in a boat?" Peter asked quietly.
"It's how the first years get to the school." Andrea replied before Albus had even opened his mouth. Albus looked over at the boat next to theirs as two people climbed into it. One was a girl with blond hair and shimmering green eyes, the other a boy, also with blond hair, but blue eyes.
"Hello!" The girl said enthusiastically. "I'm Holly." She said with a smile. She pulled the boy over so that he could see Albus, Peter and Andrea. "This is my brother, Derek." Holly said happily.
"Nice to meet you both." Albus said. "I'm Albus, and this is Andrea and Peter." Peter and Andrea waved from their spots in the boat.
"Well, it's nice to meet all of yooooou!" Just as Holly finished her sentence all of the boats began moving. Peter grabbed onto the side of the boat and held on tight. Andrea chuckled at him and glanced around.
"This isn't half bad," Albus said quietly. Just as those words came out of his mouth, a giant tentacle shot out of the water and flipped the boat over. All the other children watched as he, Andrea and Peter all fell into the water. Albus came back up first and gasped for air. He looked around and saw Peter and Andrea poke their heads out of the water as well.
"Where's our boat?" Albus yelled. Andrea looked over and saw a plank floating next to her.
"There, and over there, and I think part of it is over there..." She said, pointing in different directions. She grabbed onto the plank and used it to support herself. Albus looked around and followed suite with his own plank. Peter looked around frantically as Andrea and Albus swam up to him.
"Here, you can use ours." Albus said. Peter put one arm on Albus's plank and the other on Andrea's. They floated there until Hagrid came and rescued them.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

An optimistic, yet slightly pessimistic saying

"It could always be worse!" Well, it could...

Sunday, June 22, 2008

More of My Drawings

These are the chipmunks and chippettes, aren't they cute?
CUTEST MUNK PIC EVER!!! IT'S MII!!! (I'm in the middle, and my bros are to the side)
This is the close up of Simon...not very good... This one I have named "Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil? THINK LOTS OF EVIL!!!" :P

Hope you enjoy them!

One word: WOW!!!!

Okay, I know that some of you said that my drawings were good, but compared to this http://kicsterash.deviantart.com/, mine look like trash. Okay, not really bad trash, but not anywhere close to this good! This girl's http://kicsterash.deviantart.com/gallery/#Chipmunks-Art are SOOOOO COOL!!! I wanna know how they did them! (Because they don't all look like they were done by hand) If any of you know how they were done, I would appreciate the info! But let's just admire these lovely pictures, shall we?

P.S. I know that I'm really bad at links, so anyone wanna tell mii how to make it so that the link is behind the words? I'm so lame...but thanks!

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Define "normal"...

The word "normal" has a definition, but it means something different for everyone. When someone used to ask me, "How are you feeling?" I would reply "Good." which was my "normal" Now, when I am asked that question, I reply "Normal," meaning, "I have a stomach ache, but I can handle it. It's not bad enough that I want to puke on you." Over the past eight months, that has become my new normal. So, really, there isn't a true definition of normal. Yes, there is one in the dictionary, but everyone interperets it differently. So, is there a true definition for the word "normal"? Oh yeah, I can be deep.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Imagine: Torture

Okay, picture yourself at the hospital. You have to have a test done. This test includes the following: an IV in your arm which is pumping slightly radio-active fluid into your body; laying on a /small table, on your back, for over an HOUR. But that's not the worst part. While you're laying there, you are going through excruciating pain about 2 inches below your bellybutton and radiating to the right. This pain is so bad, that you have tears in your eyes, occasionally running down your cheeks. Now, after the test is done, you throwup from the pain. Yes, it's that bad. So, after a few calls to two different doctors, your mom decides to take you to the ER. At this point, you aren't arguing. Now, walking hurts. Laughing hurts. EVERTHING hurts. So, you're admitted to the ER. It's not much fun at all. While you're lying in the hospital bed, you have to drink this mix of a drnk mix and some medicine that the doctors can see when you're having a CAT Scan. You drink all of the concoction, then promptly exit it from your body, via your mouth. So now, you're sitting in the hospital bed, typing this message. If you hadn't already gussed, for mii, today has sucked. And I usually don't use that word. But today (and the details I didn't give you) is really sucky. Just thought I'd let you know.

I wrote that part of the post while I was laying on the hospital bed yesterday, using my mom's phone. Well, we know what's causing my pain. (Which I still have today) It's an ovarian cyst. That means that the cyst blew up. And is bleeding. Now, at the moment, that only makes mii hurt. But if I start feeling really dizzy or I faint or something, then I need to go back to the ER. Well, please pray for mii guys. I know I prayed for you. (A lot of the time I was in pain all I did was pray.) Skye, I so hope your appointment or test or whatever you prefer to call it went better than mine. I hope to the MOON that yours was better than mine.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Chapters 2 and 3

Here they are, hope you like them! I still don't think my voice sounds right, but if you don't know what my voice really does sound like, then I guess it's okay. But I wish it would sound like my real voice...


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My Version

Okay, since I was very dissatisfied with the Maximum Ride audio book, I decided to record my own. This is The prologue and Chapter one of Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment. My voice sounds WAY better in real life, because the recording does something weird to it. Well, anyways...hope you don't think it sounds as bad as I think it does. (I'll get more up soon...hopefully my voice won't sound so wacky...)


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Saturday, June 7, 2008

I am, an artist!

Theodore ---->




Okay, but not an EXTRODINARY one. Just an okay one. But here are my latest works. Hope you like them! :)

Alvin --->

They're fuzzy because I had to take pictures of them with my camera...so, they don't look as good as they do in real life...but Simon is coming soon!

It's facinating...

How a quote from so long ago can still be held true today.

"America is great because America is good. When America ceases to be good, America will cease to be great." That was said by a historian a few hundred years ago, during a time when kids could walk down the street to the store and buy candy without fear of being kidnapped. A time when a kid could walk to the neighbors house with a loaf of bread and not worry about being beat up and robbed. A time when-well, you get the point. Today though, it's different. Some kids can't play outside because of gang activity. You can't go to the store without a grownup. America is slowly becoming less and less good. Therefore, America is slowly becoming less great.If we want to remain a strong country, we need to remain a good country. The founding fathers based this country on good, moral values found in the Bible. Now, I'm not saying you have to become a Christian to have good moral values. (It helps, but if you don't wanna become a Christian, that's your choice.) We can do things in the world that will make it a better place. For example: 1: don't drink and drive. dont drink period. Lots of car accidents could have been prevented if people hadn't have been under the influence. And quite a few accidents and other bad things happen with drunk people. Their judgement is impaired, and they do stupid things. 2: Be polite! there are so many kids out there today that could care less about the world around them, and it's...sad, really. My brother will stand and hold the door open for people, and they won't say a thing. Not a thank you, not a nothing! So if someone does something nice for you, remember your manners. There are more, but I think you can figure them out yourself. The little things do help you know. If you drew a picture of a forest and only put in trees, that owuld be a rather boring picture. You need details, like animals, flowers, maybe a stream or something, then it would make a beautiful, wonderful picture! The little things can make a big difference. and who knows, if oyu do it around your friends, it might rub off, and then they'd do it, then their friends, and their friends, and so on! It could be a revolution. :)

Something I have noticed

There's this one person in the blogger-sphere that has a TON of little fans. (Okay, not a ton, but you get my point.) This person (to my knowledge) is not a celebrity, and not in the least famous. Just a normal kid. Who happens to say things that are...deep. Like a lot of other people do. Why this person has so many fans is beyond mii. Some of them are almost *whispers* fangirls! I know, kinda weird. This person, I will admit, says some pretty neat things. Not all of them I agree with, but everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I just think it's amusing that these people will go onto this person's blog and be so...starstruck. I find it extremely funny. Hear mii laugh! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Okay, so that laugh was totally fake, but it looked good. :P

Sunday, June 1, 2008

What do you think?

It was a cold and rainy day outside city hall. A group of three men were standing outside by the steps, each of them playing an instrument. One man was playing a saxafone,one a harmonica, and the last, a tamborine and his own voice. It was an odd combination, but it sounded beautiful.
As the people bustled by, they would occasionally drop a coin or two into the tamborine players hat, which was sitting on the ground at his feet. Everytime, the tamborine player would smile wide and nod his head, his way of saying "Thank you"
At one point, a young man in a fine fur coat hurried by. On his way, he dropped a dime into the hat on the ground. Everyone knew that man was going to inherit an enormous fortune from his father, and he already had a large home. He was always dressed in the finest clothes, and didn't even try to hide the fact that his pockets were full to the brim with money. The tamborine player smiled wide and nodded his head, like he always did, but the young man took no notice.
About twenty minutes later, an old woman came by. She had a thin shawl drapped over her shoulders and a cane that she leaned on heavily. She stopped and listened to the sweet music coming from the three men. Everyone knew that this woman was the poorest person in town. She had barely any money, and was struggling now to keep her home. After she had listened to the men for a few minutes, she dropped a dime into the hat on the ground then turn to go home. The tamborine player smiled wide and nodded his head. The old woman looked at him and mouthed the words, "You're welcome" then hobbled down the street.

So, who gave more, the man, or the woman?

A little tid-bit of info on Mii

Okay, here it is. I've been having stomach pain for about 8 months now, pretty much any time I eat ANYTHING. So, I've gone to the doctors a bunch of times, had my blood drawn more than I've talked to the doctors, I've had an ultrasound, X-rays, a biopsy, and we've racked up quite a few miles on the car for doctor visits out of town. Now, 8 months is a pretty long time to be in pain, dontcha think? And sometimes the pain will vary from not really bad, to it feels like I'm being stabbed by a knife. Just a few days ago, I had to go to another doctor's appointment. The doctor basically said to me that there wasn't much else they could do, and I must say, I was pretty close to tears. (But you would be to if someone was basically saying "You're gonna be in pain for the rest of your life, and there's nothing you can do about it. Sorry.") But, after we left, the doctor spoke with another one and they thought about another test that they could do. I think it's something along the lines of getting hooked up to an IV that puts some radio-active stuff into your body for two hours and the doctors watch what happens with it. I would like to tell you all that I'm not taking this badly. I have NO CLUE as to what this is, and the doctors are running out of ideas too. But I've been pretty good about it. In fact, one of my favorite jokes to say about this is "I can be on one of those commercials! Lose weight and feel absolutely terrible! Who needs NutriSystem when you can have a stomach ache?" But, there are other things we're gonna do, and dad keeps telling me that we won't give up until we figure out what's wrong with me.