Tuesday, January 3, 2006

   Tribute to Odd Thomas

Because I did nothing today, I'm going to write about Odd Thomas. I loved that book. I practically cried at the end. Anyways, that's it.
Shit, y'know what? I forgot to do the laundrey. Dammit. I don't want to go to school. My brother has a scroll saw, I have a sword. mwahahahahaha........ Mine's not metal and it's not to sharp. Oh well, I love him so much. He's cute really. But it's when he turns evil. He's like Hatsuharu. Good side and dark side. It's scary. He acts like a cute little baby and then turns into a demon.
Back to Odd. Does anyone know the significance of August 15th? That's the day the mass murder occurs. Anyways, besides that, what is so special about it? Hint: It has to do with Elvis and his mom.
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Monday, January 2, 2006

   Happy new years!

Well, I'm back. sucks that I missed the Naruto marathon and the South Park marathon. Dammit all! And then, two days til court. Dammit! And they called saying we're going to trial. ugh. Damn, Dane.
I apologize. I'm pissed at him. But it's interesting in all because I get to miss school to go to court.
Anyways, I finished Odd Thomas. I almost cried at the ending, but it was dinner time or dessert or something, so I didn't. Every time I think about the ending, my eyes get all watery. My dad said that the book is an adult book and that's why there would be a sad ending. *sigh* I can't wait to read Forever Odd, I think that's what it's called.
Guess what my brother got for christmas? A scroll saw! my aunt and uncle gave him a weapon! he told me I better watch out because he has a scroll saw and then he said he was kidding. I have a feeling I'm gonna lose a finger to it... -_-;
He's only a seventh grader too! Doing Freshman math! same math as Chibidragongal. Lucky me though, I'm ahead with VoluptuousSheena. We're gonna try and see each other tomorrow with Rachel and possibly Emily. ^_^
I still have christmas presents to open. heh.
So, how are yas? Love yas. Be safe this year.
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

   Seattle

okay, I didn't mean that the trip was horrible, it's just that it could've been better. I mean, I got to see my close relatives. We didn't pass by our old house and school. I wanted to see it. Y'know, I was nostalgic.
And hey, we didn't get a cockroach car like last time. That was gross. They attacked us. ahh!
I was supposed to go to seattle today, but I'm going tomorrow morning. We had to call into court and they had to call us back. I got subpoenad or whatever. It's 'cause of that fucking Dane! The one stalking VoluptuousSheena. It's Robert's fault too. hehe. My dad said that Dane might plead guilty. I said that that was never gonna happen. And Zack has to go too! He's gonna talk and talk and talk and talk. But VoluptuousSheena gets to come even though she doesn't have to. She's gonna support me and her sis, Chibidragongal. *sigh*
My mom and Ian saw Dane at a resturaunt. He's so huge! They thought he could be a Senior. bzz, wrong. Freshman. lol.
Well, I gotta go get my game back from my brother. He stole it. Harvest moon. lol. addict.
BE safe. me is happy. ^_^
Question: How was your christmas?
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

   Mele Kalikimaka

Hello, missed ya guys. XP

OKay, the trip to Hawaii wasn't the best. This whole family stuff happened where we were gonna have a big family reunion. Yeah right! Dickheads were arguing with each other, so we decided to not go. WE were gonna go with my cousin and aunt and uncle. But my cousin isn't talking to my mom anymore! So, we were gonna have it with my aunt and uncle and the guest of honor, my grandpa Henry. Guess what? He ate before dinner so he said, "pow, no need. I eat already." Aggh, so, I got to see him once. His girlfriend answered the door and said, "who dis? What do you want?" My mom said I should've smashed the cake in her face. XP
Not only that, but the plane was delayed by 5 hours. Tough luck. I got to see it snow before I left, but I told you didn't I? It's gonna snow while i'm in hawaii. Damn snow hates me.
I got to see Vicki and Alison though. They wouldn't give Andrew hugs. So funny! Vicki wouldn't even talk or look at Andrew and when he wasn't looking, she gave me a hug. hehe.
Because of the plane delay, I got to see my cousin scotty in Honolulu.
I wanna get married at Liliuokalani Gardens. It's beautiful and there's this one particular bridge (Japanese) that is my favorite. We went there a few times.
I was lost in nostalgia a lot when we drove through Hilo, so I couldn't read Odd Thomas. man, I love that book. I'm scared that I'll finish it too soon before I get my hands on Forever Odd. I recommend the book. ^_^
Lots of Love on this after Christmas day. I'll tell more about my Christmas later. I'm going to My aunt and uncle's house tomorrow. -_-; gone again.
WEll, Love ya guys and thanks so much for everything!


Thank you Chibi Suki, Alienthug, shishou, Sholagan, Sand Dragon 19, and Hazel Keys 1985 ^_^ *hugs*

Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Friday, December 16, 2005

   Merry Christmas

I want to wish you all a merry christmas. Or Seasons Greetings to you, if you prefer.
I'm going to VoluptuousSheena's and Chibidragongal's house. that's so cool. And their parents are gone all weekend long.
Oh, about the ball hog, I don't hate him. He's one of my buds. When I told him he tripped me, to remind him, he said, "oh god, I'm so sorry." hahaha. Yeah, when we pass in the hallways, I yell "I hate you!" It's so funny. but it's gotten old.
I was packing my shorts and t-shirts and I was thinking that I couldn't possible wear that now. It makes me shiver. hehe. -_-;
I'm so excited. I want to go to my Japanese school and see if my teacher is there. We bought her a bonsai(sp?) tree when we moved back here.
I get to meet my disfunctional family for my grandpa's 89th birthday. ^_^ can't wait. My cousin's coming with us. XP I don't mind. I like her.
Love yas. I hope the rest of the year is pleasant to you. Very pleasant. ^_^ I spread my love!
Crap! I was gonna bake cookies, but I fell asleep! T_T
Be safe my friends.

Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Thursday, December 15, 2005

   Excitement

Kayla got me a stack of paper with a design on it. It's so cool and so we all use it for math. Rachel got me the System of a Down Cd, hypnotize. VoluptuousSheena got me this pretty thing, and Laura gave me fudge. ^_^
I'm going to VoluptuousSheena's and Chibidragongal's house on Friday. ^_^ And then in 4 days from now, I'll be in Hawaii! heehee.
Oh, Dean Koontz wasn't eight when he wrote that. I did research. He was 20. hahahahahahahahahahaha, so far off! Hell.
Matt's on my volleyball team. (ball hog)
He ran up to the ball, and I said "got it!" and he tripped me! So, I pushed him out of the way.
I was told I was pretty a lot today because I wore a skirt. hehe.
Anyways, I have to finish my homework.
Take care! ^_^ Be safe!
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Monday, December 12, 2005

   Kittens (continued...)

okay, since that was obviously clever for an eight year old, there may have been a possibility that he edited when he was a little older, y'know?
Okay, I'll try an finish the story now, k?

Last one was about Marnie's last years kittens being born. And God took them away.

She sat ramrod stiff in the old maroon easy chair, looking attentive as her father read to them from the ancient family Bible that was bound in black leather, all scuffed and with several torn pages. Her mother sat next to her father on the dark blue dorduroy couch, hands folded in her lap, an isn't-it-wonderful-what-God-has-given-us smile painted on her plain but pretty face.

"Suffer the little children to come to me, and forbid them not; for such is the kingdom of God." Her father closed the book with a gentle slap that seemed to leap into the stale air and hang there, holding up a thick curtain of silence. No one spoke for several minutes. Then: "What chapter of what book did we just read, Marnie?"

"Saint Mark, chapter ten," she said dutifully.

"Fine," he said. Turning to his wife, whose smile had changed to a we've-done-what-a-Christian-family-should-do expression, he said, "Mary, how about coffee for us and a glass of milk for Marnie?"

"Right," said her mother, getting up and pacing into the kitchen.

Her father sat there, examining the inside covers of the old holy book, running his fingers along the cracks in the yellow paper, scrutinizing the ghostly stains embedded forever in the title page where some great-uncle had accidentally spilled wine a million-billion years ago.

"Father," she said tentatively.
He looked up from the book, not smiling, not frowning.
"what about the kittens?"
"what aobut them?" he countered.
"will God take them again this year?"

The half-smile that had crept onto his face evaporated into the thick air of the living room. "Perhaps," was all that he said.

"He can't," she almost sobbed.

"Are you saying what God can and cannot do, young lady?"

"No, sir."

"God can do anything."

"Yes, sir." She fidgeted in her chair, pushing herself deeper into its rough, worn folds. "But why would he want my kittens again? Why always mine?"

"I've had quite enough of this, Marnie. Now be quiet."

"But why mine?" she persisted.

He stood suddenly, crossed to the chair, and slapped her delicate face. A thin trickle of blood slipped from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away with the palm of her hand.

"You must not doubt God's motives!" her father insisted. "You are far too young to doubt." The saliva glistened on his lips. He grabbed her by the arm and brought her to her feet. "Now you get up those stairs and into bed."

She didn't argue. On the way to the staircase, she wiped away the re-forming stream of blood. She walked slowly up the steps, allowing her hand to run along the smooth, polished wood railing.

"Here's the milk," she heard her mother saying below.

"We won't be needing it," her father answered curtly.

In her room, she lay in the semidarkness that came when the full moon shone through her window, its orange-yellow light glinting from a row of religious plaques that lined one wall. In her parents' room, her mother was cooing to the twins, changing their diapers. "God's little angels," she heard her mother say. Her father was tickling them, and she could hear the "angels" chuckling-a deep gurgle that rippled from down in their fat throats.

Neither her father nor her mother came to say good night. She was being punished.


Marnie was sitting in the barn, petting one of the gray kittens, postponing an errand her mother had sent her on ten minutes earlier. The rich smell of dry, golden hay filled the air. Straw covered the floor and crackled underfoot. In the far end of the building, the cows were lowing to each other-only two of them, whose legs had been sliced by barbed wire and who were being made to convalesce. The kitten mewed and pawed the air below her chin.

"Where's Marnie?" her father's voice boomed from somewhere in the yard between the house and the barn.

She was aobut to answer when she heard her mother call from the house: "I sent her to Brown's for a recipe of Helen's. She'll be gone another twenty minutes."

"That's plenty of time," her father answered. The crunch of his heavy shoes on the cinder path echoed in the military rythm.

Marnie knew that something was wrong; something was happening that she was not supposed to see. Quickly, she put the kitten back in the red and gold box and sprawled behind a pile of straw to watch.

Her father entered, drew a bucket of water from the wall tap, and placed it in front of the kittens. Pinkie hissed and arched her back. The man picked her up and shut her in an empty oat bin from which her anguished squeals boomed in a ridiculously loud echo that belonged on the African velddt and not on an American farm. Marnie almost laughed, but remembered her father and suppressed the levity.

He turned again to the box of kittens. Carefully, he lifted one by the scruff of the neck, petted it twice, and thrust its head under the water in the bucket! There was a violent thrashing from within the bucket, and sparkling droplets of water sprayed into the air. Her father grimaced and shoved the entire body under the smothering pool. In time, the thrashing ceased. Marnie found that her fingers were digging into the concrete floor, hurting her.
why? Why-why-why?
Her father lifted the limp body from the bucket. Something pink and bloody hung from the animal's mouth. She couldn't tell whether it was the tongue or whether the precious thing had spewed its entrails into the water in a last attempt to escape the heavy, horrible death of suffocation.

Soon six kittens were dead. Soon six silent fur balls were dropped in a burlap sack. The top was twisted shut. He let Pinkie out of the bin. THe shivering cat followed him out of the barn, mewing softly, hissing when he turned to look at her.

Marnie lay very still for a long time, thinking of nothing but the execution and trying to desperately to understand. Had God sent her father? Was it God who told him to kill the kittens-to take them away from her? If it was, she didn't see how she could ever again stand before that gold and white altar, accepting communion. She stood and walked toward the house, blood dripping from her fingers, blood and cement.

"Did you get the recipe?" asked her mother as Marnie slammed the kitchen door.

"Mrs. Brown couldn't find it. She'll send it over tomorrow." She lied so well that she surprised herself. "Did God take my kittens?" she blurted suddenly.

Her mother looked confused. "Yes," was all that she could say.

"I'll get even with God! He can't do that! He can't!" She ran out of the kitchen toward the staircase.

Her mother watched but didn't try to stop her.

Marnie Caufield walked slowly up the stair, letting hand run along the smooth, polished wood railing.


At noon, when Walter Caufield came in from the field, he heard a loud crash and the tinkling of china and the shattering of glass. He rushed into the living room to see his wife lying at the foot of the stairs. A novelty table was overturned, statuettes broken and cracked.

"Mary, Mary. Are you hurt?" He bent quickly to her side.

She looked up at him out of eyes that were far away in distant mists. "Walt! My Good God, Walt-our precious angels. The bathtub-out precious angels!"

you get it? Marnie drowned the twins in return for her kittens being drowned again. T_T so sad.

Today in church I leaned that I should lover everyone. I love you all. hehe. But it's kinda hard to love some people at school. Real hard. hehe. Love! Be safe.
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Sunday, December 11, 2005

   Kittens

"Kittens" was the first book written by Dean Koontz and he was only eight years old. So, I'd like you to read it. And that is why I'm typing it all up. hehe. The whole thing. ^_^

The cool green water slipped along the streambed, bubbling around smooth brown stones, reflecting the melancholy willows that lined the bank. Marnie sat on the grass, tossing stones into a deep pool, watching the ripples spread in everwidening circles and lap at the muddy banks. She was thinking about the kittens. This year's kittens, not last year's. A year ago, her parents had told her that the kittens had gone to Heaven. Pinkie's litter had disappeared the third day after their squealing birth.

Marnie's father had said, "God took them away to Heaven to live with Him."

She didn't exactly doubt her father. After all, he was a religous man. He taught Sunday school every week and was an officer or something in the church, whose duty it was to count collection money and mark it down in a little red book. He was always picked to give the sermon on Laymen's Sunday. And every evening, he read passages to them from the Bible. She had been late for the reading last night and had been spanked. "Spare the rod and spoil the child," her father always said. No, she didn't actually doubt her father, for if anyone would know about God and kittens, it was he.

But she continued to wonder. Why, when there were hundreds upon thousands of kittens in the world, did God have to take all four of hers? Was God selfish?

This was the first she had thought of those kittens for some time. In the past twelve months, much had happened to make her forget. There was her first year in school, the furor of getting ready for the first day-buying of paper, pencils, and books. And the first few weeks had been interesting, meeting Mr. Alphabet and Mr. Numbers. When school began to bore her, Christmas rushed in on polished runners and glistening ice: the shopping, the green and yellow and red and blue lights, the Santa Claus on the corner who staggered when he walked, the candlelit church on Christmas Eve when she had had to go to the bathroom and her father had made her wait until the service was over. When things began to lose momentum again in March, her mother had given birth to twins. Marnie had been surprised at how small they were and at how slowly they seemed to grow in the following weeks.

here it was June again. The twins were three months old, finally beginning to grow a great deal heavier; school was out, and Christmas was an eternity away, and everything was getting dull again. Therefore, when she heard her father telling her mother that Pinkie was going to have another litter, she grasped at the news and wrenched every drop of excitement from it. She busied herself in the kitchen, preparing rags and cotton for the birth and a fancy box for the kittens' home when they arrived.
As events ran their natural course, Pinkie slunk away and had the kittens during the night in a dark corner of the barn. There was no need for sterilized rags or cotten, but the box came in handy. There were six in this litter, all gray with black spots that looked like ink hastily blotted.

She liked the kittens, and she was worried about them. What if God was watching again like last year?

"What are you doing, Marnie?"

she didn't have to look; she knew who was behind her. She turned anyway, out of deference, and saw her father glaring down at her, dark irregular splotches of perspiration discoloring the underarms of his faded blue work coveralls, dirt smeared on his chin and caked to the beard on his left cheek.

"throwing stones," she answered quietly.

"At the fish?"

"Oh, no, sir. Just throwing stones."

"Do we remember who was the victim of stone throwing?" He smiled a patronizing smile.

"Saint Stephen," she answered.

"Very good." The smile faded. "Supper's ready."

That's all I'm going to share at the moment. ^_^ 3 more pages left, but I have to go to bed. Lighting of the candles at church tomorrow. I have to practice my lines. -_-;;
So scary! i wish Hawaii got in the way of this. hehe. ^_^ Hope everyone has a great weekend.
Love yas. Be safe!
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Saturday, December 10, 2005

Good Afternoon XD

How's everyone. I went to Natasha's birthday party last night and my ears still hurt. T_T
Too much screaming! ahh! hehe, she asked if there was anyone she could smash the cupcake into, so I told her to give me the cupcake and I smashed in her face and it went up her nose. hehe.
Well, the next post is gonna be about Dean Koontz first book he ever wrote which was when he was eight. It's called Kittens. It's very sad.
Anyways, take care. Much love, be safe.

Murder is bad! Very very bad! Don't get involved! ok? ^_^
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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Wednesday, December 7, 2005

Good morning Sunshine, the Earth says hello!

okay, it's not morning yet. It's um, 11:14. I should be in bed now, but as you can see, I'm not.
I read VoluptuousSheena's post, I guess it's not so bad that she's moving, but something still seems odd about it.
Anyways, I must be stressed. I have fucking gray hair. It's more silver or blondish, but my dad told me that it's gray. Gray! no! And since my hair is close to black, it shows up very clearly. But it looks kinda cool, y'know.

PE is officially my favorite class. We didn't have enough time in the weight room, but the arobics room was okay. I've been working hard, y'know? And volleyball is so much fun. My arms turned all red. VoluptuousSheena saw me playing volleyball when she had to go to the book room for some book. ^_^

Anyways, hope everyone is doing good. I'll try and visit you, but I have one week to read a Dean Koontz book. Wish me luck! ^_^

Lots of love. lol.
later, be safety safe, su!
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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