HELLO!!
*blushes* ya I know. I haven't been on in quite a while now...BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT! I have been so swamped with homework and work-work and chores and sleep deprivation and....stuff in general. I'M SORRY!! Anywho! Want to know what is amazing? Drum roll please!!
DOCTOR FREAKING WHO!!
This is my new favorite show. I am totally and completely obsessed with everything and anything Doctor Who related! I have watched every episode of the 6 most recent seasons and have even watched a few of the episodes from the 60's! Yup! That's right, the 60's. Doctor Who has been on since the 60's.
So, you may be asking, "Kim, which is your favorite Doctor?" Or you might NOT actually be asking that. You may be thinking to yourself, "My goodness. That girl is a total NERD! TIME TO UNFOLLOW!!"
1st- Doctor Who is amazing. I too once thought that it sounded stupid. I mean really! A dude who is over 900 years old who travels through time and space in a blue box? PUH-LEEZ!! All I'm saying is, don't knock it until you try it!
2nd- I would like to take this opportunity to thank my guy friends for talking about this show so much that I decided to watch it when I was sick.
3rd- There are some crazy twists and turns in the plots of this TV show! I am currently afraid of angel statues, the dark (though I was afraid of that anyways...), and have sat at my computer screen a few times literally looking like this: O.O
4th- I can't decide between the Doctors...they all have amazing qualities. The 9th Doctor is awesome because of his accent and his badassness. The 10th Doctor is awesome because he is David Tennant (*swoon*), is Scottish (SCOTTISH!!), and did I mention that he is TOTALLY SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT?!?! And the 11th Doctor is amazing because at first he thinks he's a girl, he eats fish fingers and custard like a pro, he is HILARIOUS, and he makes bow ties and fezs (fezes? fezz? fez's?) super cool!
I also recommend listening to the band Chameleon Circuit. Charlieissocoollike and Alex Day are both band members. This band is BRITISH ('nuff said) and writes music about Doctor Who. They are actually pretty good!
Anywho! I am going to write more of When Pigs Fly for you and hopefully I'll have something else posted tonight!
xoxo
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Chameleon Circuit
Why Chameleon Circuit Rocks!
A post by Stupid_Nickel
Hello interwebers!! It’s me again! Nickel! *cue applause* Thank you, thank you!! ….What? No one is clapping? Oh…..awkward…..
ANYWAYS!
I would like to talk to you all about something amazing. Incredibly amazing. Supermegafoxyawesomehot awesome!! Drum roll please!
CHAMELEON CIRCUIT!!!
What’s that? You say you don’t know what Chameleon Circuit is?!? *dies*
JUST KIDDING! I’m not really dead! It’s time for a lesson, though.
First off, the term “Chameleon Circuit” is from the TV show, Doctor Who. It is basically the thing that allows the TARDIS (The Doctor’s time and space machine) to change how it looks on the outside. It’s broken, which is why The Doctor flies around in a big blue police box.
ANYWHO!
Chameleon Circuit is a band. They are amazing for multiple reasons! Here are some of them:
1- - They are English. Like, from London. This means that they have British accents….‘Nuff said!
2- - Their songs are based on Doctor Who. This is possibly the best TV show of all time. It’s been going on since the 60’s!
3- - Charlieissocoollike and Nerimon, the YouTube bloggers, are band members.
4- - There is a song called Still Not Ginger. Yes, The Doctor wants to be a ginger.
5- - One of their albums is still called Still Got Legs.
6- - They came up with the term “Trock” aka “Time Lord Rock.”
I will now share with you my 5 favorite songs by them! Here they are, in no particular order!
An Awful Lot of Running (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAi4izfvXo4&feature=relmfu)
Still Not Ginger (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9ydSMj0Hk8&feature=related)
Big Bang Two (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8f0xBe0kq3E&feature=related)
Sunday, 18 September 2011
When Pigs Fly: Chapter 15
hey guys! sorry it took so long for such a short chapter. i was having a lot of trouble with it though. here it is! ill try to get 16 out asap!
Chapter 15
Reliving memories filled my eyes with tears, but I held them in. I would not cry. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I needed someone to be with me so badly, but, at the same time, I wanted to be left alone. I needed to be alone in my misery for now.
It was then that I heard the voices. I recognized most of them; Zeke, Joe, Ben, Catherine, Hope, TJ—they were all calling my name, looking for me, expecting me to answer.
Of course, I thought bitterly. When I desperately need someone with me, there’s no one. But, as soon as I want to be alone…
Why does God hate me? I wondered.
After about an hour, they stopped calling my name, finally realizing that I wasn’t going to answer. They didn’t give up searching though. No, now my simple need for solitude became a giant game of hide-and-seek.
After a while, I thought that everyone had left the room. That was until; I could hear the rustling of moving cornstalks. I held my breath and tried to be as small and as quiet as I could.
“Nicole? I know you’re in here. Come on out, it’s just me here.” I should have known. Zeke.
Leave me alone! I silently wailed as a tear escaped.
Zeke pushed his way through the corn into the small area that I was hiding in. He took one look at the expression on my face, and his filled with pity. “Oh, Nicole,” he whispered.
That did it; I broke down. Those two words broke through the dam that was holding back my tears and I started sobbing hysterically. Sobbing into my hands, I felt Zeke sit down next to me and wrap his arms around me. I turned into the hug and threw my arms around him, bawling into his shirt. Zeke just held me.
“They’re gone! They’re all gone!” I wailed.
“I am so sorry,” he whispered. It felt like he wasn’t only apologizing because he had brought my family here—he was apologizing for everything that had happened to me.
I sobbed harder.
They’re all gone…
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Saturday, 10 September 2011
About chapter 15
RAWR!!
hey. I've been having trouble writing chapter 15 for a while. I wrote it, but it didnt turn out very good. I want it to be awesome for everyone who reads my book, so it might still be a little while. i just finished writing the first part, and im not sure how long this chapter will be. ill get it out asap. just thought i would let you know!
with love,
stupid_nickel :D
hey. I've been having trouble writing chapter 15 for a while. I wrote it, but it didnt turn out very good. I want it to be awesome for everyone who reads my book, so it might still be a little while. i just finished writing the first part, and im not sure how long this chapter will be. ill get it out asap. just thought i would let you know!
with love,
stupid_nickel :D
Monday, 5 September 2011
When Pigs Fly: Chapter 14
“No, Nikki! Don’t pull it out!”
“Katie, you’ve been complaining about this tooth for two weeks now! It’s practically falling out of your mouth!” She could be so frustrating sometimes! Her tooth has been loose for almost three weeks and it’s finally ready to come out. It’s about time too! Katie has been driving us all up the wall with her non-stop tooth-wiggling! Problem is she’s too scared to let me pull it out.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said, exasperated. “Let me just tie the floss around it, and then you can pull it out. Deal?”
She looked me over—distrusting me. Finally she agreed.
“Okay, but you have to promise to let me do it. Not like the last time!”
I chuckled at the memory. I had told her the same thing, and pulled her tooth out anyways.
“I promise, Katie. Now open up!” I tied the floss around her tooth—man, was it ever loose!—and tightened it. “Just let me make sure it’s tight enough—“ And with that, I yanked the tooth out.
“OUCH!” she cried, clutching her mouth. “Nikki! You promised!”
I showed Katie my crossed fingers, laughing at the shocked expression she wore. I gave her some gauze to stop the bleeding and handed her the tooth.
“I’m not going to let you near my mouth, ever again!” she yelled.
I turned my back on her and walked away. “That’s what you said last time,” I chuckled. “And the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that!”
I shut the door to my room, Katie’s shrill voice screaming, “MOM!”
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I opened my eyes to the sound of my cell-phone vibrating. Groaning, I rolled over to look at my alarm clock. Who the hell is calling me at ten in the morning? It’s Saturday! Angrily, I answered the phone, internally cursing the caller to the fiery depths of Hades.
“What do you want?” I croaked.
“Nikki, honey, get up!” my dad ordered.
“Dad?” Okay, now I was confused. “Why are you calling me? Aren’t you at home?”
“Yes, I’m upstairs. The refrigerator guy is here. Get dressed and get your butt upstairs.”
“What? Why—“
“He’s very good looking, sweetheart…”
Sighing, I rolled out of bed. This is just like him, I thought, thoroughly irritated. Waking me up, just because I apparently need a boyfriend.
After taking a quick shower, getting dressed, and brushing my teeth, I went upstairs. Dad was right: he was cute!
“Hi.” I said.
“Hello.”
Oh, great, I thought. Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep! Gay-dar alert! Why is it always the good looking ones…
My dad’s voice interrupted my train of thought.
“Thanks so much for installing the fridge for us!”
“Oh, it was no problem.” He opened the door to leave, when my dad decided to fully embarrass the both of us.
“You know, as soon as you leave, Nicole here is going to go on and on about how good looking you are!”
Turning bright red, I yelled, “DAD!”
“Umm, actually, I’m taken.” He replied awkwardly.
“Oh, really?”
No dad, please for the love of all that is Holy, don’t!
He did. “Well, she must be very lucky.”
“Yes, he and I are very happy together.”
As soon as the door shut, I hit my dad. “How, could you embarrass me like that?!” I cried. “He was so obviously gay!”
“Sorry, I guess my ‘gayness-radar’ isn’t as good as yours.” He laughed to himself.
Shaking my head, I sighed. There were just some things he would never get right.
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“Please, don’t do this to me.” I could hear Sarah begging with someone. Oh well, I thought. I can’t fall asleep anyways. I crept out of my room and saw Sarah talking to someone on the phone. She was…crying.
“Dante, don’t,” she sobbed. “I love you.” After a pause, she hung up the phone and broke down.
I rushed over to Sarah and wrapped my arms around her. “Sarah, what’s wrong?” I asked.
She replied between sobs. “Dante…broke…up…with…me!” she wailed.
“Oh Sarah.” I felt so bad for her. Dante was always such a jerk. I was glad that she wasn’t dating such an asshole anymore, but my heart still broke for her. I knew I couldn’t say anything to make her feel better, so I just held her and let her soak my shirt with her tears. After all, what are little sisters for?
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“Here, Nicole, try this one on!”
I groaned. I swear, I think that my mom takes me shopping, just because she knows how much I hate it!
I picked up the dress that had flown over the change room door and resisted gagging.
There was no way in Hell that I was ever going to be seen in something that had so much pink! And worse, more frills than a carnation! Ugh! It was a monstrosity!
“Mom,” I whined. “I can’t wear this! It’s horrible! I sooo don’t like stuff like this!”
I opened the change room door to see my mom pouting. “You just don’t like it because I picked it out.” Of course: the guilt card. She always knew exactly when to play it. She knew that I was powerless against it.
“Fine.” I sighed. I would put on the…dress…just long enough for her to see it. Then it would be out of my life for good.
As I slipped the thing on—eww, silk!—I cursed myself for being so weak willed against my mother’s wishes. I checked myself out in the mirror before opening the door. It was repulsing! I looked like a brunette Barbie!
“Oh, honey, you look adorable!!” my mother crowed. Well, as long as she’s happy…
Before I could slink back behind the door, a couple of boys from my class walked by, noticed me and the horrendous pink…thing…I was wearing, and snickered at me. It was mortifying!
Why does my mom have to have such horrible taste in clothes? I asked myself.
Closing the door behind me, I shrugged off the dress and savored the sensation of putting my jeans back on. Denim; it was just like therapy to me.
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I was dancing around my room in gym shorts and an old shirt, singing ACDC’s “Back in Black” at the top of my lungs into my hairbrush. Yes, this is normal for me.
In the middle of an especially epic air-guitar solo—if I do say so myself,—Leo barges into my room. Immediately, I stop what I’m doing and try to look normal.
“H-hey Leo,” I stammered. “What’re you doing here? I thought you were over at Nathan’s.”
Giving me a weird look, he demands “Why did you stop?” Pulling his drumsticks out from behind his back, he smiles.
With Leo on drums and me on guitar, we made a pretty good air-band.
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I felt a twinge of happiness at these memories. But I was still too overcome with grief to crack even the tiniest of smiles. Of course, I couldn’t only remember happy times. So many times of sadness, anger, hurt, and envy ran through my mind. I also remembered fights I had gotten into over stupid things like boys and who gets to pick the movie we watched. One particular fight played on repeat in my mind.
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“Arg! You stupid phone!” Thump! Sarah’s shouting and the sound of something hitting the wall woke me up. I looked at my clock; 1:43am. Why was Sarah still yelling at her phone?!
My door burst open and I cringed at the light that seeped in. “Nicole, give me your phone,” Sarah ordered.
“What? Why?” I croaked
“Because mine isn’t working and I need to talk to Evan.” Of course. Evan. Sarah’s newest guy. I wasn’t about to give her my phone though. I was almost out of minutes.
So I lied. “I can’t. It’s dead. But you know,” I started, “there’s this new thing I invented called a land-line. Why don’t you call him on that?”
“Fine!” she cried. “You don’t have to be such a bitch about it though!”
“I’m the bitch?!” Sure, I’m a bit cranky, but I’m tired! I thought. She’s the one waking me up at quarter to two in the morning and demanding my phone!
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” she hissed.
“You woke me up at this hideous time in the morning, on a school night to boot, and call me a bitch for telling you to call your stupid boyfriend on the house phone! You are such a hypocrite!” Sarah opened her mouth to talk but I wasn’t finished. “You push me around all the time and I’m sick of it! All I do is support you! Remember when Dante dumped you?! I was there to pick up the pieces. But not anymore. Go find someone else to boss around!”
Sarah stormed out of my room. She looked so…hurt. Maybe that was harsh, I thought, but she needed to hear it. I did the right thing…I think.
Sarah didn’t talk to me the next three days. I thought about apologizing quite a few times, but I was still angry. I wanted to hear her say “sorry” first.
On the fourth day, I wasn’t angry anymore. Now I just felt bad. I was brushing my hair when I decided to make things right. After dinner, I decided.
“Come on Nikki!” my brother called. “We’re leaving!”
“Coming, Leo!” I yelled back. I finished brushing my hair and ran out of the house. “Why are we going to Mr. and Mrs. Chase’s house again?”
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“I’m sorry, Sarah,” I whispered.
“I am so, so sorry.”
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
When Pigs Fly: Chapter 13
I didn’t cry.
Let me rephrase that. I couldn’t cry. My entire family was dead. God knows I wanted to cry—that I needed to cry—but I couldn’t. I had to be strong.
Looking at my family, I felt more pain than I could have ever imagined, but I held it inside.
I walked to my dad and held his calloused hand in mine. How could you do this to me? I screamed in my head. My eyes watered, but I didn’t let the tears fall. You left me when I needed you the most! How COULD you?!
Zeke chose that moment to walk through the doorway. All I saw was the limp object Zeke had in his arms.
“Well?” Ben sounded hopeful.
“I got there too late,” Zeke replied, shaking his head. “Gone, just like the others.”
I watched as Zeke placed my little brother on the cot next to Katie. Looking up, I noticed that Doc’s eyes had welled up with tears; Zeke was trying to comfort him, his hand on Ben’s shoulder. I probably should have felt angry—or jealous—that Zeke was comforting Ben rather than me, but I didn’t. My mind only processed that Ben was taking their death almost as hard as I was.
“Don’t worry, Ben,” Zeke said soothingly. “There’s always next time.” He turned to me. “Nicole, are you okay? You’ve been weirdly quiet all this time.”
“They’re all dead.” I whispered. I didn’t have the strength to say it any louder.
Sighing, Zeke ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, we’ve been trying to figure out how to get the parasites out of the bodies for a while now. It all keeps going to shit, though.”
I walked over to the cot Sarah was lying on. Stroking her blonde curls I sighed. “Why did you do this to me?” I whispered to her, though I knew she couldn’t hear me. “Oh, Sarah…” Holding the pain inside became even harder.
“Nicole,” Zeke started carefully. “Did you…did you know them?”
I looked into his eyes. When I spoke, it was barely a whisper. “All gone. They’re all gone. My whole family…just…gone.”
I couldn’t name the expression on Zeke’s face. It was a mixture of probably a dozen emotions. Sadness, anger, and pity were all a fraction of his expression.
I needed to do something before I completely broke down. Normally, in a fight or flight situation, I choose fight. But, how could I fight this? How could I fight my family being dead? I really only had one option.
I ran.
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After running for a few minutes, I realized that I actually didn’t know where I was headed. I turned down one of the darker hallways to catch my breath and decide what my next move would be.
I knew that I needed to be alone; I couldn’t face people right now—especially not Zeke. I don’t think there even is somewhere in these caves where I can go to be alone, I thought. I could always go outside—I shuddered. Even now, there was no way I was leaving the safety of the caves by myself.
Quicker than a blink, I saw—in my mind’s eye—where I could go. I briefly checked to make sure that the coast was clear, and then, I was off again.
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As I sat, hiding, I was determined not to cry. I would be strong. However, I couldn’t do anything about the memories that bombarded me. At least no one would come looking for me in the middle of the cornfield…I hoped.
Struggling against the nearly overwhelming tears, I let the memories envelop me; they were all I had left of my family.
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