Tuesday, May 25, 2004

“Send Me All Your Vampires!”
LOL. The even itself had happened on the 22nd, only a few minutes after I had gone offline, and went to randomly stick to one of my brothers, until they told me to go away, lol. I was walking downstairs, and I had tripped… I don’t know why… I always trip… I suppose it could be because I hate having my shoes tied, so I let the shoelaces dangle. It’s just more comfortable to me like that, heh. Well, I took quite a tumble and Alex stopped me, and then, he picked me up, and just ran off into the living room with me.

Something was going on, it was pretty conspicuous, seeing as how my brothers, Aran and Gavin were skipping around… that’s pretty normal to us though, lol. Alex dropped me on the floor, and laughed.

“Back! Back you beast!” The idiots in the center stopped skipping, and turned to the stairs.

There, Cameron had a bat, and was swinging it blindly. Mike on the other hand just stared, seeing how the bat made absolutely NO contact with him. We all shook our heads.

“This is just sad… Mike is going to pulverize him if he gets that bat.” We all pretty much said that at the exact same time, and we stopped shaking our heads, after hearing this huge ‘slam!’

“VAMPIRES!”

That was the first thing all my brothers had said, at the exact same time, too, scattering about lol. I guess they’re more paranoid then I, which makes me plenty happy. ^_^ There was another huge ‘thump!’ and the boys had screamed again, only this time it was “WEREWOLF!” and Gavin had jumped into Aran’s arms, with his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, screaming. There was an awkward silence, and the rest of us stopped, and stared at him. Gavin continued to scream, and the word “SPIDERS!” was heard, after Gavin had felt Aran’s extremely long bangs touch his face, and he started swatting his hands about, randomly smacking Aran again, and again… he missed, but then hit him once again after that. Gavin then paused, and opened one eye slowly. He turned to the rest of us, which we were shaking our heads in disbelief. It was from his screaming; that was when we figured out it was he who was the one with the extremely high, feminine voice, lol. But. The other boys didn’t comment, cause they too scream in high-pitched voices. I just laughed. Gavin turned, and looked up, and he suddenly poked his right eye, after it made contact with Aran’s nose.

Gavin opened both eyes soon after, and stared at Aran. There was an awkward silence again, and some nervous coughing in the background.

“Their faces are way too close.” Said one.

“Maybe they’ll start making out, here, and now. I’m scared…” Said another.

Aran growled deeply, and Gavin smiled sheepishly.

“You have pretty eyes, Aran.” Gavin said.

Aran’s hair slightly shifted up- then downward. Obviously, he slightly jerked his head back in shock.

“Dude. Don’t be gay.” And with that, Aran pulled his hands in opposite directions, and dropped Gavin on the floor. “And lose some weight, you fat elephant. You almost killed me.”

And with that, Aran walked away. He tried to hide his face under all that hair, but it was no use. I could see him blushing underneath it all… and that’s a lot of hair, too lol. It’s thick, and it’s rarely brushed, and it covers his face from his forehead, down to the tip of his nose.

“I’m not fat… what’s he talking about?”

The rest of us shook our heads at Gavin, but then, there was a ‘thump!’ Gavin jumped up, and climbed onto Alex’s back, yelling. This time, in a more “mannish” tone, though. This, startled Alex, and in doing so, he ran off, with Gavin still on his back, and jumped at Cameron, who ran, extremely slowly, and then tried to climbed onto Aran’s back, only to end up falling on him all together, lol.

“Get off me!” Aran struggled, but couldn’t manage to move under all the weight.

Mike walked back downstairs from his hiding place, after everyone had scattered about, and his mouth fell slightly open, when he saw his brothers in a pile on top of each other.

“Erm… I… um… I don’t think that’s how you do it, boys. I believe you’re missing the woman within this um… ‘Love’ triangle… Or maybe it’s a square…? Quadrilateral? … Of men…? And the fact that you’re all men… in a pile… in awkward positions… on Aran…” There was an awkward silence coming from Mike, and then he spoke again. “Since when was Aran so attractive in the eyes of men? How long have I been gone?”

Aran glared, and began throwing the others off him. I decided to help, and in doing so, I was suddenly hit. Nothing too bad, just the fact that Gavin smacked into me, and we fell over—and when I opened my eyes, he had his arms wrapped around my neck, and his eyes were closed. Aran grabbed him, and looked as if he were about to beat him, but the sound went off again, and Gavin squirmed away, and ran into the huge cupboard where he used to hide during hide and seek, lol.

“What is that noise? If it doesn’t stop, I’ll eventually have you ALL latching onto me.” Aran opened the cupboard, and jerked Gavin out by his ear, and dragged him, and the rest of us off. The noise was coming from the den, which… we didn’t know why, and we didn’t know what it was. So, we turned on the lights outside the screen door. The light started to turn on, but then, it went out. We all glared at Mike, who just smiled back.

“I meant to change that… but… there was a worm and snail racing on the floor, and I was watching them, and forgot why I was out there, heh.”

Aran shook his head… we were doing that a lot during this event. There was a slam again, and Mike had just unlocked the door, he jumped back, and the hand that was still placed on the handle, pulled the door open, and once again, we freaked out, running around in the dark blindly. There was howling, barking, and the sound of long nails clicking on the floor.

“I told you it was--” Cameron had started to speak, but was cut off by Jason.

“WEREWOLVES!!”

“You idiots. Those aren’t real! Like the doctor’s theory of you two having a brain!” Aran tripped. I could tell, cause there was a short, “Oof!” after he spoke.

“Send me all your vampires, you beast!” Cameron had obviously flipped his lid, and we all just started. We couldn’t see him, but we knew where he was.

“Cameron, you idiot! Werewolves aren’t in association with Vampires!”

“How would you know? VAMPIRE!”

We would’ve argued more, but there was this sudden sound of small growls, and ripping, along with Alex’s screams.

“They’re eating Alex! Quick! FLASHLIGHT! Must see this!” Cameron scrambled around, looking for a flashlight, and he soon started yelling himself. “They’ve got me!”

I looked towards Mike, and we shook our heads.

“The lights are on… you people are pathetic.” Mike and me shook out heads, while suppressing our laughs.

“Hey Alex… put some pants on.”

I don’t know why, but Alex’s pants, were missing, lol. We think Alex just has a knack for losing his pants. Then, one of our dogs slowly walked up, with Alex’s pants in his mouth. It wasn’t any surprise to us—Alex has lost his pants to dogs so many times; he may as well go around pant less, lol.

“I would like my pants back, please! And my dignity…” Alex came up, and scolded the dog, which then rammed him down in a playful way and began to go after his shirt, dropping the pants. It was at this time, I had picked up his pants, and watched Alex fight for his shirt, lol

With one last tug, Alex’s shirt came off, and the dog took off happily and sat in a corner ripping it up. Then, the back door opened. Mom stepped in, and all the bags fell to the floor.

“What… are you doing with Alex’s pants, Gianna?”

I turned, and looked down. I had forgotten I had Alex’s pants. Cameron walked up behind me, and smirked.

“Yeah, Gin… what are you doing with Alex’s pants?”

Mike smiled, and patted my head. “I didn’t know you were like that… Better keep one eye open while I sleep, eh?”

I gestured to them, ordering them to stop, but it kept coming.

“I think that’s frowned upon in this state, y’know?” Alex came up and sniggered at me, while pointing.

“Does this mean you’re a pant thief?” Gavin tightened his belt, and looked at me awkwardly.

At this time, mom just stared at me, and I could see her eye twitch slightly.

“Um… I… can you prove that I took his pants?” (It was a last resort! >_>;)

“Dude. You have his pants in your hands.”

Mike was right. I kept forgetting about his pants, lol.

“I—It was Gavin!”

“Gavin isn’t even here anymore. He’s getting beat up by Aran.”

Mike was right again. Gavin was being smacked left and right with one of the couch pillows, lol. Mom just shook her head, and sighed.

“I can’t leave you guys alone anymore.” She said, and she picked up the stuff, and went to clean the fridge. My other brothers sniggered behind my back, and I just glared at them, shaking my fist.

“You’ll get yours just wait! I know where you live! … With me!”

So, I stomped off, and gave our more destructive dog Alex’s pants, which she ripped to shreds, lol. I learned something, though. I can’t ever ask my brothers for back up, cause if I do, they’ll turn it against me. >_<

(Any mistakes made shall be edited tomorrow) ^_^;
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Thursday, May 20, 2004

*Little voice inside my head*
Thanks to Desbreko for that wonderful quote there. I couldn’t of come up with a title without him, lol. ~_^

Well, oddly enough, this just happens to be the perfect title for this occasion, which, as you probably guessed (At least, by now you should know from past posts) that this whole “I am paranoid” thing is the fault of none other, than those known as my older brothers. Well, as always, the day had turned out normal enough… I got up… or something like that. >_>;

“IT ONLY TAKES YOU SO LONG TO BRUSH YOUR HAIR, YOUR MAJESTY SIR PRISSYNESS!!!” That’s the name Mike gave Gavin, lol. He’s such a pretty boy… he’s one of my brothers who actually brushes his hair in the morning, unlike Mike, and my other brothers, heh. He’s also the one, who takes the longest showers out of all the boys, which we have plenty of bathrooms for them to get ready in, but Gavin is the one who drops us off in the morning to practice and stuff. And, due to the fact that Mike was on probation from soccer practice, after he had started a fight with the other team’s team captain, and turned it into a huge brawl, lol. The problem is, Mike uses Soccer, and all his other sport practices to take his anger all out on his training itself, leaving him pretty content, but due to lack of access to letting out his anger, he’s been taking it out on random passerby. And, he’s been using Cecil as a stress ball (plushie?) instead of his lounging buddy. Although today, we didn’t have practice, which was a horrible thing for us. But, it was today that we were going to Ensenada Mexico. I don’t know why… there’s nothing out there… plus, I hate waking up early, I hate being in the car for too long, and I hate being in the middle, heh.

Well, eventually, the prince had finished up. Michael was just about ready to kill him with Cameron’s dog collar, which Gavin and me had bought for Cammie before we went to San Fran that one time. It just says; “Hi! My name is Cameron—I’m a lovable (Yet slightly slow, and thick-headed) sixteen-year-old brother, who is one of nine. If you find me, and I seem completely lost, disoriented, or confused—which I most likely look like right now at the moment, please return me to my family at: (My number here. >_>;) or take me to the dog pound!” We had originally bought it as a joke, but Cameron (Being the strange, creepy boy he is) loved it, and he wears them every time he goes out of town, lol.) Most people on the street find it funny, and they’ll laugh, and they’ll ask, and pet Cameron like dog… bad choice, though. He once bit the next-door neighbor’s kid after she pulled his hair, lol. Well, anyway, mom had taken the collar from Mike, and strategically placed it around Cammie’s neck, and the dog bone-shaped tags jingled as he walked to the car. He likes the jingle of the tags for some reason… that, and how they’re just as shiny as his lighter. Well, mom managed to herd us into the car. It was in the car, where Cameron and Mike did that thing, where they spread they legs nice and far, so I have no leg space myself. But, I just won’t stand for that, so, I elbowed them in each ones’ jiminy, which I myself find just plain mean (Can imagine all the boys reading this, now twitching, lol) but, it’s MY space. And, I’d like to keep the little space I need, and have, heh.

Well, they started writhing there, and letting out little squeaks, and the others laughed. It was only for a little bit, though. Mom went back, and got ice… besides, they’ve been through worse things, heh. On the way to San Fran, we realized how Cameron had to go to the bathroom every hour, on the hour, lol. Which added only more time, which drove us all crazy… we weren’t sure just how long we’d have to listen to Aran, and his tone-deaf voice, killing us little by little. It seemed it would never end. And then, sanctuary! We had reached that hotel we were going to stay in for the weekend. It was nice. And, we all got out own rooms… well… two in each, anyway, heh. We had those really nice rooms downstairs, where I could sleep… and sleep… and sleep… and sleep… and sleep… then eat, then sleep… and sleep. And so on. And then, it happened… the door slammed open, and Cameron stood in the doorway. “Well, well… it seems the protected, is now the hunted.” Mike was right… Mike—the one brother who protected me with his very life was in a state in which he felt the need to go against himself, and hurt me for the next two days… I had have no chance of escape if mike decided to hurt me anyway, and although Mike loves me, he still likes to inflict pain on me… such as up- and down-smackings, lol.

The Pros and Cons of Up- and Down-smackings

Let’s start with the Pros, shall we? … *Thinks for a bit* Okay… there are no Pros whatsoever, lol.

Now, let’s think about Cons… Cons of Up-and Down-smackings would be:
… oh yeah… you get a lot of that… your eye twitches, you’re afraid of all objects, you hate thinks that can be thrown, and you avoid any type of contact with tall people related you.
~Fear… deep fear. You have to be careful of everything you do. You become skittish, and you gain poor, sucky cat-like reflexes… and when you think you’re being stealthy… you trip, and hurt yourself… >_>;
~Insomnia… I myself haven’t developed this from Up- and Down- smackings, but my unreliable sources tell me I soon will…
~Physical Pain… It doesn’t hurt so bad, but it feels weird, and your head learns to be able to resist most things, so when you slam into walls you say, “Ow” in a simple voice, and go on.
~Hallucinations… Yeah… you see things… like, you’ll see random thunder strike—or, you’ll find yourself going schizophrenic, and talking to things…

Well, those are the main things that happen… there’s more, and I’ll finish that later, heh.

“You’re all mine, now.” Mike threw his rucksack at me, and then, smacked me upside, then downside my head, lol. It was like… the Mike Combo, lol. And then, he laughed, and ran out of the room, something I would do if I could remember how after being suddenly smacked both ways, lol.

And so, night fell… and we were all in our rooms. Mike stared at me from the side of his bed, talking to Cecil. “We’ll hurt her in her sleep. My unreliable sources were right… it was time for insomnia to take over. I could hear everything Mike and Cecil spoke of, as I sat on my bed, and watched Mike play his games mindlessly. With his hands on that new Zelda video game, I was sure he’d stay awake all night. Once I fell asleep… X_x and so, it started. And Mike was willing to try, and make me sleep. “Hey, don’t you want to sleep? Here’s my Pikman pillow… come on… sleep… don’t you want to sleeeeeep?” He smiled… but not those normal smiles; it was one of those-- ‘Better Keep Awake… you don’t want anything to happen… do you?’ smiles… they’re also known as evil smiles, lol. Michael shifted to his side, and kept that smile on his face… it was like watching the Cheshire cat, only Mike is ten times creepier when he smiles, lol. Well, he sat there, and then lifted an eyebrow up at me. “What? You don’t trust me? Fine… let’s fine something with absolutely no meaning to talk about…” It was here, where I heard a shrill cry from all the little people inside my head, which keep my mind in order, lol. They all just screamed, “NOOOO!” and then, they ran around, pulling their hair out… (These must be those ‘unreliable sources’ AJeh speaks of, lol. ~_^).

Well, it began. Mike tried to make me sleep. Mike continued to play, and during this time, he stopped, and turned… he grabbed Cecil, and strategically laid him on that Pikman pillow, and said, “Sleep is good for you… why don’t you sleep?” Pfft… Like I trust him. And then, I saw it… that face… that face all my brothers make when they’re planning something evil. He smiled at me, and said; “Short one… (-_-;) Do you know the entire history of dogs?” I just stared blankly, and spazzed out, and there were those people again, with a “O_o” look on their faces, and one suddenly popped up, and said—“Is he serious?” another popped up, and screamed, “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! AHHH!” and they all began a fire within the office in which they were kept, lol. Meanwhile, I was listening to Mike, as he began with the history of Chesapeake Retrievers… every now and then, I’d zone out, and there they were, destroying my “Sanity” files, whilst the mini-person labeled, “Common-Sense” tried to put things back in order, only to end up going crazy herself, lol. Then, there was a slam at the door, and they all ran to the door, trying to keep it from opening. It was here, that I heard the phrase; “*little voice inside my head* ‘Mental shields are weakening, sir!’ ” It was obvious that Mike’s nonsense was destroying my little community, and that I was going crazy… it was rather conspicuous, seeing as how the mini-person labeled “INSANITY—BEWARE” was running amuck, yelling, “WE GOT YOUR BANANAS!” (That’s an old phrase I used to love, that Cameron used to say when I was seven, heh). "Purge, damnit, purge!" I could hear myself yelling in my head (‘nother Des quote, lol). So, I got up, and smacked Mike with a pillow, lol. Mike retaliated, and threw Cecil at me. Had I known this, I would have used my stealthy cat-like reflexes to dodge… till I realized… I have none, lol. So, instead of dodging, I tripped over my own two feet (I really should learn to actually tie my shoelaces, instead of stuff them into my shoe, lol) it was then, that mom grabbed us, by the ear after stomping into our room, and chastised us… nothing serious, just that when we got home, we had a mountain of stuff to do >_<; so, that’s what I get… and yet, those little people are still traumatized from all this, lol. Sitting in a fetal position, murmuring, and “Mike” lol. But still… I’m rather angry about it… so, I’ll just blame Desbreko for this, lol. After all, I always do >_>;
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Thursday, May 13, 2004

CECIL!!! Oh wait... Not Cecil? O_o;
Forgot about this, heh. Got side tracked… When I came back, friends thought Mike had killed me, lol. >_>;

Well, anyway, coming back to story, I woke up early, cause Jimmy and the boys had practice, and it would be by that time that Mike would get home with mom, ready to kill me if his plushie was gone. So, Aran ran about, waking up all my brothers—it seemed over night, they found out, and they knew that although I lost Cecil, I’d blame them, and they’d be the ones getting hit, not me, lol (That’s the joy of being the only sibling Mike cares about, lol). So, the boys immediately got up. Each one looked as if he were ready to kill me… especially the ever-so-tranquil Gavin, who never hurt anybody. He was the serene one after all, always being the voice of reason, and the only brother I have who is the civilized one in our family. Not to mention, he’s very rare in the eyes of our family, a blond is very rare in Hispanic families— there are a few, but they’re usually half American, but Gavin is one hundred percent El Salvadorian, and for that, many in our family find him special… I find him to be special ED, though, lol. >_>

Anyway, waking up, all Gavin said to me was, “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!” and he smacked me upside the head with a spoon! Nothing new… I bet if any of you smacked me upside the head with something, you’d find it funny, too, lol. There’s just something about my head that people can’t get enough of some like the odd noise I make when I get hit—others like the blank face I make—others like the fact that they’re hitting me… it’s just a big, evil cycle of pain. Well, after my encounter with Gavin, we looked outside to see if Cecil was still there. We looked up at the trees, and once spotted, Alex tried again. He climbed up, and hit his head on a branch… and he fell. He climbed up again, and he slipped… and he fell… again. And he climbed up again, and he got to Cecil, but whilst gloating, he fell back, fell off the branch, dropped Cecil getting him stuck back up there again, landed on another branch, not in a friendly spot, though (>_>;) and he fell… again. And he started to climb up, but then Cameron yanked him back down, told him he was a disgrace, and then, Cameron climbed up. It seemed Cameron—being the smallest of my brothers at 6’0”, he was able to climb up, and grab Cecil. But, when he stared at the plushie, he threw it at Alex’s head, where it ricocheted off his head (Not sure how…) and in to my head, lol. It was then I remembered, it was not Cecil I had thrown outside, but this old Sephiroth plushie Mike gave me.

All the boys turned, and glared. Being glared at isn’t a good sign coming from them… unless they’re glaring at someone hiding behind, or standing before me. This was not one of those situations, and for that, I ran. Ran through the door, and into the den, hiding behind the TV. Peeking out from behind, I saw the Game Cube, and the controller—leading right to Cecil. Of all places… I looked in every room—including places I’d never venture to, a.k.a. Cameron’s bed. I also went through hell, going through all the junk in Aran’s room, and one of his weights fell on me O_O; I screamed loudly when that happened, heh. I cleaned my room (Which is messier than all my brothers’ rooms put together, lol) I opened my closet, which was horrible, because then, I was trampled by thousands of sports gear—Football pads, helmets, cleats, shoulder pads, footballs, soccer balls, more cleats, old uniforms, hockey masks, pucks, hockey sticks, goalie masks, padding for hockey, skates, basket balls, sweat bands, my knee brace (Yay! ^_^), that old pool stick I use to smack Cameron with, lol. and I also found other junk… I would ask mom why we had to keep all that junk if they don’t even need it anymore… but… that’s a lie sadly enough, heh. Well, once I found Cecil, the door swung open, and Mike was bouncing about, which is normal… he’s like a big four-year-old, lol. You can bribe him with a quarter, and he’ll be good for you… you tell him he’s a bad, horrible child, he’ll get pissed, but then he’ll get all sad like, and ignore you the rest of the day… we’re not even sure if he really is seventeen, lol. Well, when he got in, he ran past all of us, yanked me from behind the TV, and yelled, “CECIL!” I just stared, and he put me down, and in a more civilized way, said, “Hi… um… I forget your name (-_-;) now, where is my Cecil?” lol. See what I mean about my name problem? And he turned, and there was Cecil, on his back, half-dead like, lol. Mike grabbed him, nodded contentedly at me, and walked off with him in his pocket, humming. Then, he ran back in. “HEY! CECIL IS MISSING A THREAD OF HIS HAIR!” We all pointed at Cameron while he wasn’t looking and I could see Mike glaring, and then, Cameron yelled, “IT WAS… um… tickie!” but, by the time he said that, I ran off, dove, and slipped right through the dog door (I finally fit like I once did before! Yay!) But, I walked back into the room a little after, and sat down next to Alex, who was eating popcorn… I always wanted to eat popcorn whilst watching Cameron get his ass kicked by Mike, lol… O_o; wow… my friend was right… I am bad, lol.
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Tuesday, May 4, 2004

Cecil Plushie
Um… I… ergh… Kaede sort of lost Mike’s Cecil plushie… >_>;

Oh yeah. If you’re thinking I’m in for a world of pain, you’re right. I’ve until tomorrow afternoon to find him, or else Mike will go werewolf on me, and most likely hurt me beyond belief… O_o;

If you’ve paid any attention to past posts, or I’ve even told you on AIM about Mike, you know—you DAMN well know, that Cecil (plushie) is Mike’s most prized possession. I thought it was the Game Cube, or that really cool statue of Samus, or Dante in his room. Maybe even his PS2, I mean, he does sleep with it at night, lol (Don’t ask… >_>;). But, no, Cecil is the one thing Mike will take with him to his grave. And for that, the number one rule in our house is: “DO NOT TOUCH MY CECIL! … OR ELSE…” and we’ve obeyed it ever since.

Well, now to get to just what exactly happened. It was about eight or so, whilst talking to a few friends on AIM. I hadn’t noticed, until I “threw” the Cecil plushie at one of them, I forgot why, but that’s no matter as of now—I wondered why Cecil was there in the first place… there he was; sitting there ever-so-innocent, slightly slumping, his unruly hair was shifted to one side. I never liked that Cecil plushie, seeing as how Mike says Cecil is the one who makes him hit me, and stuff. So, I flicked him upside the head, and told him, “I despise you…” lol. Cecil just moved to the side, like a plushie would… you can’t expect it to grab its’ plushie sword, and smack me upside the head… although, I’m sure he would if he could, though… it’s like my head is fun to hit in an upside manner. I grinned, but then it hit me: Why was Cecil in MY room? … I mean, Mike never lets him out of his sight, but since he went with Cameron out of town, I would think that Mike would have taken him. Cecil goes everywhere with him… well… pretty much, there are places he wouldn’t take him, heh. I ended up asking one of my friends that same question. And the only thing he came up with was; “Maybe you stole him.” O_o;

I didn’t steal him… -_- I like Cecil, but I don’t want to KEEP him… he’s too creepy, lol. Well, I had that plushie, and there he was on my monitor, sitting quietly. Eventually, I remember when I left, I took off with him, but from there, it’s all a blur. Well, today, around five pm, Mike called… “WHERE’S MY CECIL YOU?!” oh yeah… that was sign number one that made me think how painful it’s going to be when he finds out. “Fine.” Was all I could say to him. “Where is he?” “… Playing the GC… with… me…” there was a moment of silence, and I was freaking out, looking for Cecil plushie… I even checked under Cameron’s bed… oh dear lord… I almost got lost down there, never to return, lol. I even found pizza that wasn’t pizza anymore… O_O I think I saw one of the slices move, too… *shudders* lol. I’ve looked everywhere, and still no sign. After hanging up on Mike, I ran into Mike’s room. Pfft… lot of help that was. I found several more Cecil plushies, but all different. Then it hit me: I remembered I had thrown Cecil plushie at the dogs last night, cause they were barking too much. I run downstairs, and tripped over Alex who groaned… he was eating laying down again, and he started to choke… so, I smacked Gavin, and had him deal with it, lol. Once I reached the door, I bumped into Aran, who grabbed me, and hugged me to the point where I started choking. “I love you too, tickie—I mean… what’s you name again?” O_o; … In this crazed family, my only wish is that my brothers are capable to say and remember my name… but Aran is too stupid to do that little thing for me -_-;

Well, I squirmed out of his arms, and then, I dove for the dog door… I don’t know why I keep trying… I get stuck halfway… -_-; then, as one had predicted, Mac—this huge black and white husky came up, and licked me face >_< but I didn’t care, I eventually squirmed away, and ran over to the bushes. I couldn’t find him… then, I looked up, and there he was! Only thing was, he was in a tree… I’ll be damned before I ever climb a tree, lol. But, me being the ninny I am, I walked back inside, and smacked Alex. Alex is one of the taller brothers I have. He’s about 6’8” so he had the benefit of the doubt, heh. So, Alex started to climb up, and then, he stepped on the cat, and fell… then he climbed up again, but slipped… again, lol. So, seeing as how it’s still dark, and the only one fit to climb that stupid tree, which Cecil is high up—I’d have to climb from my window to the tree… pfft, the hell with that. So, tomorrow, Jimmy planned on helping us get him down… the thing is, Mike will be back tomorrow… EARLY. I just hope I can make it on time… or else… X_x;

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Monday, May 3, 2004

Midi #15: Cracker-Teen Angst (What the World Needs Now)
The new midi today, heh. I decided to go with Cracker, and not Dramarama. I can't seem to find a midi for "Anything, Anything" but then again, I never looked hard enough , heh. This Cracker midi was hard to find, too, and eventhough I found it, I still think that is the wrong song, heh. I don't know, but meh, the song sounds better anyway.

I decided to go with Cracker after I rediscovered them whilst listening to what Mike was playing across the room. I heard this song a while back, and I loved it once I heard it, due to the crude remarks and sarcasm of the main singer, lol. The song itself isn't too bad, either. Cracker's off-key lyrics, cruel/ sarcastic remarks is what makes this song good in the first place.

Cracker-Teen Angst (What the World Needs Now)

I don’t know what the world may need,
But I’m sure as hell that it starts with me.
And that’s a wisdom,
I’ve laughed at.

I don’t know what the world may want,
But a good stiff drink it surely don’t.
So I think I’ll go and fix myself a tall one.

Cause, what the world needs now
Is a new kind of tension.
Cause the old one just bores me to death.
Cause, what the world needs now
Is another folk singer
Like I need a hole in my head.

I don’t know what the world may need,
But a v8 engine is a good start for me.

Think I’ll drive to find a place,
To be surly.
I don’t know what the world may want,
But some words of wisdom could comfort us.
Think I’ll leave that up to someone wiser.

Cause, what the world needs now
Are some true words of wisdom
Like: la la la la la
Cause, what the world needs now
Is another folk singer
Like I need a hole in my head.

I don’t know what the world may need,
And I never grasped your complexities.
I’d be happy just to get your attention.
And, I don’t know what the world may want,
But your long, sweet body lying next
To mine could certainly raise my spirits.

Cause what the world needs now
Is a new Frank Sinatra
So I can get you in bed.
Cause what the world needs now
Is another folk singer
Like I need a hole in my head.

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Wednesday, April 28, 2004

Idiots With a Capital
Excuse my lateness, heh. But, I’ve been a bit busy trying to be creative and stuff… once I pick out my more favored comics that me and my brothers have drawn, I plan to display them. ^_^

But, I am glad to say I’ve yet another odd sibling event, lol. Which I’m sure one of you is rather happy about that, heh. Well, it was that time again, the time where mom went back to El Salvador—a small Latino country, which my whole family is from, heh. Well, whilst mother was out, we got left with my brother Dexter, Randy was with us, but he’s left now, cause he needed to go back to his job, so, it was the rest of us, meaning: Aran, Gavin, Jason, Alex, Mike, Cameron, and me. Dexter was to watch us, and take care of us… which he agreed, until Cameron drove him crazy, so, he dumped us off on my aunt… we love our aunt… but dear gods is her house creepy! It’s big, and the hallways are dark, that’s why we never go upstairs. Every time we do, we hear noises… thumping noises, and whimpers… which is where this whole plot leads.


We were all lazing about, Mike—going crazy due to the fact his games had been left behind by accident by Aran, causing him to go all “schizophrenic” on us, and he’d been talking to his Cecil plushie since he snapped. Cameron had gone tranquil. He even hugged me, and poked me. I didn’t do anything… so; he got pissed, and started glaring at me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, so I laughed like the doughboy, and he smiled at me, patting my head roughly… I fell
Over, cause the force of his hand beating on my head made me fall on the floor, lol. I was dizzy, and my head hurt. Then, Aran came running down, which I’ve never seen him do… he’s the “Calm” one, who likes to stare into space, and come up with random questions like, “Do you think Elmo’s parent’s are alive? I only see that crappy crayon picture on his wall of them… you think Elmo is a hit man? … Maybe he killed his parents…?” Oh yeah… that was my daily dose of; “Ten awkward seconds with Aran” lol. Anyway, Aran stopped, and then, he fell over Alex who has passed out on the floor after he saw there was no junk food in the fridge. Aran whilst falling had accidentally stripped Mike of Cecil (Who was now his only friend since I didn’t let him have Vincent, lol), making him drop right under Aran, and get squished, and flattened… I was relived it wasn’t me under there, but Mike on the other got on his knees, looked at the ceiling, threw his hands up, and screamed; “NOOOOOO! CECIL!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” in anguish. Mike blinked, and I could see his eyes had done that thing where his pupils seem to slit like that of a cat’s eyes. You could see his anger. Aran was in his sights, and right there, Mike grabbed him, and threw him across the room, whilst Mike grabbed Cecil, and cradled him in his arms, whispering, “It’s okay Cessy… The fat man can’t squish you anymore… you’ll be all right…” Mike had obviously left from our world, into the world of “schizo-phrenic Land” where your best friends are plushies, lol.

The rest of us went, and helped Aran… Mike had gone into a corner, cradling Cecil, whilst rocking back and forth grasping onto a Game Cube controller, making ridiculous sound affects, and humming video game sound tracks softly to himself. I had gone to assist Mike, telling him we’d be home soon but I think he was too busy humming the “Fire Emblem” theme from SSBM to hear me. Then, Jason came down, where Aran has come from earlier—from the stairs. He was walking slowly, and his feet reverberated throughout the room. And he smiled… something you don’t get from brothers named, “Jason” … none that I know anyway. And I know several. Jason stood in the middle of the room, and then turned to us all.

“Look at yourselves… looks at us! This is killing us slowly… Mike is starting to confuse fiction with reality, seeing as how he’s crawling on the floor army-style, while humming the Mission Impossible theme, along with Cecil in his pocket. Alex is in a coma due to his suddenly loss of access to junk food. Aran is getting his ass kicked. Cameron has been sedated, and we didn’t even have to give him any candy, or slip him some “happy pills”. Gavin is hiding in a corner eating stale Apple Jacks. Our only sister is trying to take Cecil—the only thing keeping Mike alive besides that controller, and I’m being the voice of reason!” Jason has a point here. We all paused, and looked at each other. Mike had Cecil do the same, by moving Cecil’s plushie head about. We all agreed, and turned back towards Jason. Jason still having a smirk on his face pointed to the stairs. “For years, you’ve wondered what’s up there. I’m curious too… our aunt is cooking… I say we take a look to see just what that hallway is hiding from us. Mike stood up, and threw Cecil across the room. “THE BUNNY WITH THE MISTACHE IS RIGHT! WE’LL GO CRAZY IF WE DON’T DO SOMETHING! YOU WILL ALL OBEY ME, AND COME WITH ME AND THE MYSTERIOUS BUNNY TO THE UNKNOWN!” his yelling echoed loudly, and it was seconds after that sentence he realized he threw poor Cecil across the room, which he screamed, ran, and dove for Cecil, then man-hugged him tightly saying, “Forgive me… Michael was speaking to Echo and the Bunnymen… they used their psychedelic powers to make me throw you across the room… don’t worry… we will threaten their carrots later…”

“O…kay… Mike certainly needs a friend.” Gavin had obviously come out of his recent state, and stepped forward. Gavin had already taken off towards the stairs, and disappeared behind the darkness. Cameron hopped up, and bounced up the stairs… I think the bunnymen thing got stuck in his head, lol. I grabbed Mike by his arm, and dragged him up the stairs. Aran picked up Alex who was still knocked out, and Jason followed. Walking up the stairs, Gavin jumped out and yelled, scaring most of us, but then, we continued through the hall. Then, that bumping noise sounded again like when I was smaller. We all freaked out like ants in a line, and bumped into each other, screaming, “IT’S MR. SQUIGGLES THE BUNNY THAT OUR SISTER LOVED AND CARED FOR, THAT CAMERON BURNED… HE’S AFTER REVENGE!!! FEAR THE PINK BUNNY!” I turned around, but closed my eyes, due to Gavin, Jason, and Aran, and their shrill screams, that had suspiciously turned to a feminine tone, a tone that I myself couldn’t master unless I were a Soap Opera singer… And well… I’m not, lol. When I opened my eyes, those three had split, and Aran had dropped Alex on the floor, bringing him out of his (what was supposed to be a) 24-hour coma, completely confused. “Cowards!” was all I could say. I turned to the small lot of us… Mike was still cradling Cecil, telling him he had his nose, when in fact… the Cecil plushie had no nose to begin with, lol. Cameron was poking Alex, and getting uber pissed, and Alex was scratching his head in confusion. Oh yeah… I had quite a team… a schizo who thought his Cecil plushie was his best friend, which I found that funny, like that movie Harvey-- about some old guy who had an invisible friend, who was a bunny, since growing up, he had no friends… and this bunny was actually real, cause he could open doors and stuff, heh. But, in this case, Harvey was Mike… and the bunny was Cecil, lol. I was also stuck with a completely lost boy who just came out of a “There is no food” ‘coma’ and another idiot who liked poking things. I could still hear the others yelling, and screaming, which I would have turned back, if Alex hadn’t pushed my forward.

From there, I slammed into a door. A loud thump was heard, and it was obvious where the noises came from. I was completely freaking out, and then, Alex pushed me over, and opened the door. This huge black thing just jumped at him, and tackled Alex down, and growling. The room was dark, and the only things able to be seen were several glowing things, and lots of short screams from Alex. “EVERYMAN… and sister… FOR HIM… and her… SELF!!!” We all freaked out, and high tailed it out of there. I could hear clicking behind us, obviously following us, and Mike yelled, “THE BUNNYS’ CALLED REINFORCEMENTS! CECIL! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” we ran out of that hallway (Leaving poor Alex behind… I feel bad… right about here >_>;), into the light, and then, several huge Rottweilers were chasing us, wearing muzzles. From the stairs, Alex had crawled out, with another Rottweiler tugging at him, and then, with one final tug, Alex’s pants came off, lol. My aunt had then walked in, and stared. “You guys told me you hated my dogs… every time you come, I lock them up for you… but, now that you all seem to like them, I’ll leave them out.” She had turned, and saw Alex without his pants. Mike stood up, and tackled me down, poking my eyes out with Cecil’s unruly thatch of hair, screaming, “SHEILD YOUR EYES SISTER!” not that I was looking… It’s Alex we’re talking about… my brother… but, I didn’t argue, and I just lay there, rubbing my eyes with pain. My aunt eventually saw how her dog had gotten out, and put them away immediately. But until after an extremely difficult game of Tug-O-War with the male Rottweiler, who had stolen Alex’s pants in the first place, lol. After Alex got his pants, one pant leg was torn, and much shorter than the other, lol. It was an hour after that, that Dexter was ready to take us back home, and now, things are back to normal… except Mike now has this deep bond with that Cecil plushie, and he told me this yesterday: “Cecil says, if I stop playing games for too long… he’ll DIE!” lol. Oh yeah… what a life I live, eh?
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midi # 14! Tears For Fears- Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Yes... I'm a week, and two days late, but I've got my midi, heh. This is one of my more favored songs. It's this song that my brothers use to sedate me, by putting me to sleep. There's just something about this song that puts me down, lol. I've slammed my head against the monitor a few times, cause I fell asleep right at my desk, lol. But, it never really hurts, heh.

Tears for Fears-Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on Mother Nature
Everybody wants to rule the world.

It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world.

There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you.
So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world.

I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you'll never, never, never, never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world.

All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Midi #13 -AC/DC-Hell's Bells
Yay. The new Midi! I changed it, but forot to say anything! Wow... anyway, the new midi is AC/DC's Hell's Bells. These guys were also cool... except for the fact that the main singer would sometimes perform in little school-boy clothes, during concerts... pfft, who am I kidding? I think it was that uniform that made him cool, lol. So, there's your new midi!

AC/DC- Hell's Bells
I'm a rolling thunder,
A pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing
Across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners,
Won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell,
I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you,
Satan get you
Hell's Bells
Yeah, Hell's Bells
You got me ringing Hell's Bells
My temperature's high,
Hell's Bells
I'll give you black sensations
Up and down your spine
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
See my white light flashing as I split the night
'Cause if good's on the left,
Then I'm stickin' to the right
I won't take no prisoners,
Won't spare no lives
Nobody's puttin' up a fight
I got my bell,
I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you,
Satan get you
Yeah, Hell's Bells
You got me ringing Hell's Bells
My temperature's high,
Hell's Bells
Yeow Hell's Bells,
Satan's comin' to you
Hell's Bells,
He’s ringing them now Hell's Bells,
The temperature's high
Hell's Bells,
Across the sky Hell's Bells,
they're takin' you down
Hell's Bells,
They're draggin' you around
Hell's Bells,
Gonna split the night
Hell's Bells,
There's no way to fight,
Yeah Ow, ow, ow, ow
Hell's Bells
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Brothers Don't Like Eggs
I realize how Easter was a while back, but I haven't posted for that, and I find that this is an interesting day. Well, like always, we went out for that Family get-together Easter thing, and after my brother Randy arrived the night before, Jenna (His 3 month old daughter) none of got to sleep. Which was a really bad thing for us, cause Mike gets vicious. Mike doesn't like being awake for any reason, and the first thing he did, was simply throw a blanket over Jenna's head, and fall asleep.

Randy was just about ready to whack Mike for throwing a blanket over his daughter's head, but stopped after seeing that Jenna had just fell over, sound asleep o_O; all we could say was Mike was surely to be best at parenting in later years, but anyway. When we arrived out to where this whole get together thing was held (I sleep in the car, and wake up lost and confused, lol. >_>) but when we arrived, my brothers (Including the newest discovered addition-- Alex, Aran's fraternal twin, making me one of nine... or is it ten? ... eleven? O_o; pfft, you try and count them all... they all look alike... sort of... almost? Bah, whatever. Anyway, so after arriving, we met up will all those relatives that we really don’t like, due to the fact that they go around patting your head, and saying, “Hey shorty!” or, “Hey… you” oh yeah… that just warms my heart up to be called small -_-;

So, after seeing everybody, and finally sitting down next to Mike who was busy making one of our smaller cousins jump up and down for an Easter egg, while saying, “Come on, jump for it! Jump!” I would have stopped him… but, I’m not that nice, so I didn’t, which is why my aunt smacked me upside the head with a spoon… something tells me people like to smack me upside the head with stuff O_o; so, the Eater Hunt was gonna begin, which was cool, until I saw the three terrors slowly pop out of the house, my brothers are usually good, but when it comes to children and ruining their fun, they are the kings indeed. So, tons of little kids are running about, finding eggs and stuff, but I noticed my brothers, and knew what they were up to, so, as fast as I could, I rounded up the kids (Which they’re like little duckies! Them kiddies quack when you tell them too, also! lol) and had them run inside.

For about five years now, my brothers have been known to tease the kids, and make them jump for eggs, and last year, they threw eggs at them… real ones… jerks. So, after leading the kids in, I let them out, and each of them had about four eggs, like the one my brothers used. The kids pelted my brothers with eggs… if I’ve ever said, “This is the Happiest Day of My life” it had to be this on moment. Beautiful, just beautiful… nothing can beat that, lol. Revenge is sweet… only when you smile, and your victim catches you, and knows you did this to them… run. Run as far as your little legs can carry you… or else, you get hurt. Which was my situation in this case, but that’s what I love about older brothers like Randy and Dexter. They live to serve the tiny, lol. And they did, pushing my three evil brothers into a freezing pool, and now, they’re sick. Oh yeah, that was Randy and Dexter’s present to Cameron, and I can’t help but agree how suitable it was for him, lol. But not that’s over, and Jenna’s crying won’t let us sleep… and Mike can be real malevolent sometimes… O_O;
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Wednesday, April 7, 2004

Cameron's Birthday
Horrible indeed. This month, my brother turns five... oh wait... no. I forgot if he was sixteen, or eleven, lol. I think he's going to be seventeen, heh. His birthday is this thirteenth, and I planned on getting him this Vincent Valentine plushie from FFVII. He is Cammie's favorite person after all, heh. I had my friend help me find one, and luckily he did, and I finally got it.

I've been planning on getting him this plushie since March, and now that it's here... I don't want to give him up, lol. It just looks so cute ^_^; but, I will give it to him... eventually >_> Cameron even got Randy to fly in from Vienna to here, which is perfect, because he'll be here during my Spring Break. So, I'm pretty happy. Now that I've got the one thing Cameron is pretty much obsessed about, so, I'm just waiting for now, heh.
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