Friday, November 21, 2003

   DUCT-TAPE ATE MY FINGER!!

It did!! I'm serious!! Have any of you ever heard that duct-tape is supposed to get rid of warts?? Well, I have a friend who swears it works, so I decided to try and see if it would get rid of this one on my finger. I tried just putting a little piece on, but of couse that wouldn't stay on for very long, so I took a thin strip and wrapped it all the way around my finger . . . and it ate it!! It started to eat the wart too, but I'm not going to have my finger eaten off just so I can get rid of a wart!! It's all like weird and sort of . . . burnt-looking. Actually it looks kinda cool because it is kinda swirly-looking . . . Maybe it worked better for my friend because her warts were on her legs and she could put a small piece held on with a band-aid and expect it to stay on . . . but one does not use their leg to wash their hair or other such things that would make a band-aid come off. n_n; So, I do not recommend using duct-tape to get rid of warts on your hands unless you want to get rid of your hands too. That is my great advice for the day. n_n YAY!!! I'm so happy!! I got the first Rurouni Kenshin graphic novel today!! yay!!! As much as I'm angered with Shonen Jump for not putting it in the monthly magazine, it ia kinda nice to have it in compact form . . . it's also nice to get to read five at once instead of just one!! (although now I have to wait forever for the next one to come out!! T_T) Yeah, so it's been a really interesting week; especially when I thought that today was Tuesday and then realized it was Thursday . . . n_n; yeah. My Dad has a fire going upstairs; kinda nice, reading Rurouni Kenshin in front of fire . . . lol. (should have been doing homework . . .) AAH!! it also smells really awful down here, like diesel or something . . . I hope I don't get asphyxiated in my sleep!! O_O So here are some quizzes . . . have fun!! Green Dragon Who is your dragon spirit guide? brought to you by Quizilla Trees, earth, sunlight... you are a forest dweller. You are solitary and tend not to be overly fond of humanity. Nature and truth are important to your sense of fulfillment. Which Other World Are You Secretly From? brought to you by Quizilla

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Thursday, November 20, 2003

   . . .

Yeah so, I went to bed at 3:40 last night and having to get up at 6:20, I effectively had 2 ½ hours of sleep. >_< Mleh!! This morning when I got up it was snowing outside but it didn’t get school canceled; it didn’t even have it delayed!!!! What good is snow if it doesn’t let you sleep in and it melts away before you can have any fun??? It was sent to mock me, I just know it. ~_~ Okay, I am going to bed now, and nobody can stop me!! ‘Night everyone! z_z

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   Wings

Mark (now Sir Mark d’Martin) was preparing for his round in the tournament when he heard a knock on his door. “Come in,” he called over his shoulder. Jack stepped into the room. “I came to wish you luck,” he said. “And,” his eyes sparkled, “to tell you I have a new idea about my wings.” Mark turned to face him. “You’re still trying to fly,” he said, a half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re never going to give up, are you?” “Not until I’ve found a way to do it,” Jack replied. “You know, I’ve been studying the anatomy of bat wings and—” “—and we both have a tournament we have to get to some time today,” Mark interrupted with a grin. “You can tell me all about it afterwards.” Jack grinned too; they both knew he had a tendency to get carried away when he was talking about one of his ideas. “If I can wait that long,” he replied jokingly. Then sobering somewhat, he took a deep breath and said, “Well . . . good luck then.” He gave Mark a mock-salute. “You too,” Mark replied, returning the salute with a wry smile. Jack let the breath out in a rush of laughter, and shaking his head, left the room to get ready. As Mark listened to Jack’s retreating footsteps, his father’s words came drifting through his mind. Mark could almost hear the rough voice saying, “If the good Lord wanted us to swim, he’d have given us fins; if he’d wanted us to fly, he’d have given us wings.” But Jack could swim; he’d already proven that. Who knew? Maybe, one day, Jack really would fly. On the other hand, maybe it was nothing more than a Midsummer knight’s dream.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ And believe it or not, that’s the end. I actually though of that ending a long time ago and thought that it would be fun to make a story to go with it . . . and this is the result. I tried to keep it sort of light and cliché so I wouldn’t become attached to the characters too much . . . but it didn’t really work. I like those guys!! They’re really easy to write about; I didn’t have a clue what I wanted their characters to be like, and they just sort of wrote themselves. n_n Now this is where you can all throw rotten tomatoes (or rocks o_O) at me for ending it all with a horrible pun!! Sorry!! n_n;;;;;;;

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Wednesday, November 19, 2003

   MEH MEH MEH!! >_<

ACK!! I have LOADS and LOADS of homework!! Meh!! I wanted to post today, but no time, not time!!! (wait, I just did . . .) I meant I wanted to actually do a post with substance . . . yeah. bye . . . I might be dead, but maybe tomorrow!!

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   The Knight From Midsummer

In the following years, both Jack and Mark attended the Crowncity Knight Academy, and were chosen as squires with high recommendation. Jack did indeed do very well, but because of this the other boys didn’t like him much at first. Although Midsummer tended to mind its own business, it had a reputation as being one of the most moral, upright, virtuous, and altogether boring places in all the land, and the boys felt that someone from there was unworthy of becoming a knight. They teased him, calling him “Midsummer” and refusing to use his real name. Later on though, Jack’s all around good nature won through, and he was well-liked by both the students and the teachers. Even while he was at school, Jack never gave up inventing, but as long as he didn’t damage anything, the trainers didn’t much care what he did. During his time there, he came up with several inventions that were recognized as quite helpful to the populace and—once they caught on—were in high demand. Through those inventions, Jack earned enough money for him to live quite comfortably even after he had repaid the d’Martins for helping him get into the school in the first place. Both Mark and his father claimed it wasn’t necessary, but Jack insisted. Later still, Jack was knighted by the king, and he took the name ‘Sir Jack Midsummer’, for it had become his nickname among his friends. His symbol was the hawk, and he did quite as many marvelous deeds as even he could have wished for.

This is NOT THE END although you can pretend it is . . . if you decide to ignore my post tomorrow. n_n

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Tuesday, November 18, 2003

   mmmmmmmm

Each boy got a steaming, hand-sized pie, and Jack then followed Mark to a hill overlooking the Arena. From where they sat they had a pretty good view, but details couldn’t be seen, and that explained the absence of any other watchers. Jack leaned back on his elbows, and his gaze was drawn momentarily from the battlefield to a solitary hawk circling low in the sky. Suddenly the hawk dropped and was lost to his sight. Jack took a large bite and returned his attention to the knights. “If you’re so interested in knights, why don’t you train to become one yourself?” Mark asked through a mouthful of pie. “I think you’d do well.” “Oh I don’t know,” Jack replied, “I’m not sure if it would work out. Besides, like you said, no money, no knighthood, and I’m definitely low in the wealth area.” He hoped the acute disappointment he felt wasn’t evident in his voice. “Oh come on!” Mark said, “If you really wanted to, I think I might be able to talk my father into lending you the money.” Jack leaned forward. “Do you really think you could do that for me?” he asked, this time unable to keep the excitement from his voice. “Sure! I mean, what are friends for?” “Oh but I couldn’t,” Jack said, and his face fell. “I could never possibly pay you back . . .” “That wouldn’t matter,” Mark said, putting a brotherly arm around Jack’s shoulders. “It would be our gift to you.” “But it would matter,” Jack said, “It would matter to me.” Mark thought a moment and then said, “I’ll tell you what. You think of this as a loan; I know someday you’re going to invent something grand . . . and when you do, you can pay us back!” “Are you sure?” Jack said. “Of course I’m sure!” Mark said, shaking his friend’s shoulders. “Come on Jack!” “Oh . . . all right,” Jack said, a reluctant smile spreading across his face, “I guess I can live with that.” “Good,” said Mark, grinning from ear to ear, “let’s shake on it.” The two solemnly shook hands, but then broke into laughter when their hands stuck together from the pies they’d been eating.

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Monday, November 17, 2003

   <~~~See?? Those are my smart glasses.

Hello hello hello!!! Guess what? I was sick all weekend, and now that it's time to go back to school I'm "well" enough that I can't use my sickness as an excuse to stay home. Sucks, huh? And just because one's sick doesn't mean they don't have to do their homework. *sigh* Oh well, I guess that's life, eh? Luckily, though I was given a stay of execution on my next essay; it's due Tuesday rather than tomorrow. That's a very good thing, too, because I really didn't have the focus to write it this weekend. I don't think a persistant cough will disturb my focus as much as head that feels as though it is stuffed full of cotton and the inability to open one's eyes . . . n_n yeah that's what I felt like >_< mlek Totally changing the subject, I was reading The Two Towers but I left it in my English class. My friend lent me her copy of The Mark of Zorro which is the original Zorro story . . . has anyone ever read it? Just curious. n_n I don't really have anything to say other than that . . . so here's a quiz!! Waterfall ?? Which Natural Wonder Or Disaster Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla

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   Crowncity

The journey to Crowncity was not a hard one, and not overly long. After about a week of sleeping in inns when they were available, and under the stars when they were not, Jack and Mark arrived at their destination. When they got there, the two boys went straight to the Arena; the giant stadium where there was almost always some kind of tournament going on. The Arena was located right outside the Crowncity Knight Academy, probably to encourage the young men and boys training inside. Jack and Mark joined the ring of people around the Arena, and watched as two knights dueled on horses. The crowd consisted of many different kinds of people, as travelers came from all corners of the kingdom to see these competitions. Jack was fascinated by the competition and would have stayed longer, but Mark had seen it before. “I’m hungry,” he said. “Let’s go see what they’re selling at the booths.” “But we only just got here!” Jack said. “I came to see the knights—aren’t we going to watch them?” “We can see them in a little bit,” Mark replied. “They’ll be at it all afternoon.” Reluctantly, Jack followed Mark as he wound his way out of the tournament crowd and into the marketplace crowd. Crowncity was much larger then Midsummer, but Jack hardly noticed; he was thinking about knights. “How do you become a knight anyway?” Jack asked. “I mean, I know you’re going to a school and all, but . . .” “Well, everyone knows that you can’t become a knight until someone knights you, and no one will do that until you’ve proved that you are worthy of the honor, right?” he looked inquiringly at Jack and Jack nodded—he knew that much at least. “Right,” Mark continued, “but mostly people aren’t knighted until they’ve become a squire, and you can’t become a squire until a knight asks you to be his. You’re more likely to become a squire if you’ve already been a page, and that’s why they have knight schools—to teach people how to be pages and squires, and eventually knights. Understand?” Jack nodded again. Mark went on, “The better the school you go to, the better the training, and your chances of getting chosen as a squire are higher. There is one thing, though,” he paused, “the better schools are more expensive—anyone with money can enroll, but someone with higher qualifications and less money can’t get in. No money, no school, no knighthood.” “Hmm,” said Jack. “Look—berry pies!” Mark said suddenly and pointed, “I love those things!” He grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him toward the stand.

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Sunday, November 16, 2003

   YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yay!! Thanks to MillenniumChaos I now have extra-special colored background!! (MillenniumChaos, I know you're not supposed to chew on that side of your mouth after you've gotten a filling. lololol!! Last time I had a filling, I was biting down and it felt . . . weird. like rubbery. And I'm like 'what is this? why do my teeth feel rubbery? It took me about two hours to realize that I'd been chewing on my tounge and couldn't feel it because of the numbing!!!!! lolololol!! he he, what a dork!! n_n)

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   Water water everywhere . . .
*Small disclaimer . . .*
In medieval times hardly anyone could swim. Water was like considered deathly evil . . I mean, those people hardly bathed for pete's sake!! And where is some peasant going to find a body of water large and safe enough (let alone the free time) to learn to swim?? Anyway, I bring up this point becuase most people who read my story are confused by this next part; I thought I'd just help you out. n_n

As the boys continued on, the sun grew hot, and they decided to stop for a while. After crossing a stone bridge over a small river, they found relief under the shade of a tree. Jack leaned his head against the trunk and peered up through the branches. Small birds hopped back and forth in the treetop, cheeping at each other. Abruptly the entire flock took to wing and flew to a tree across the river.

Jack’s eyes followed them. “Have you ever thought about flying, Mark?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Mark asked, puzzled, “I know that birds fly . . .”

“No,” said Jack, turning to look at him, “I mean people flying.”

Mark laughed “What are you talking about?” he said. “People can’t fly—they don’t have wings!”

“I know,” said Jack, “but I’ve been thinking; if birds can fly, why not people? If you could make wings big enough . . .”

“You’re crazy,” Mark said, grinning.

“Maybe I am,” Jack replied, “but that’s what the people in Midsummer said too.” He climbed to his feet, “I’ve already come up with a design, and the models have worked pretty well—if I could only make it bigger . . .” he trailed off as he walked towards the bridge.

“Wait Jack!” Mark said, still leaning against the tree, “I didn’t mean it like that; come back here!” He patted the ground next to him invitingly.

But Jack wasn’t listening. He kicked off his shoes as walked out into the middle of the stone bridge, where he stood contemplating the water some two yards beneath his toes.

“Jack! What do you think you’re doing?” Mark said, sitting up straight. Had Jack really gone crazy? People couldn’t swim anymore then they could fly; everyone knew that! Just what was he thinking?

Despite Mark’s calls, Jack backed up a couple steps, and then, taking a running start, leaped off the bridge into the river, fingers clamped firmly on his nose.

“Jack!” Mark yelled, leaping to his feet and running to the riverbank. “Jack! Where are you?” He stood peering searchingly into the river’s depths; he couldn’t believe what he had just seen.

Suddenly, a shape burst from the water, drenching Mark and half-drowning him. Jack’s grinning face bobbed in the shallows of the river. “Got you,” he said

“got me?” Mark asked incredulously, his voice rising rather higher than he could have wanted. “Scared me to half to death is more like it! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Swimming,” Jack replied, grinning broadly, “It’s too hot for my taste.”

“But where did you learn to swim?” Mark asked, his mind spinning. “I didn’t think anybody could swim.”

“I taught myself. Come here and I’ll show you how, too.”

“That’s okay,” Mark said, backing away, “I think I’ll keep my feet on dry ground for now.”

“Suit yourself,” Jack said, and turned a backwards somersault in the water.

Mark went and slumped beneath the tree again, shaking his head, a slight smile on his face. One thing certainly was true, he thought as he watched Jack swimming and splashing around: traveling with Jack was never dull.

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