lots of randomness.

So yesterday I got bored and decided to draw chibi Xmen. Here are some pics.

Black and white chibi Wolverine.

Black and white chibi Gambit.

Rogue in color.

 

Gambit in color.

How funny. One of my vocabulary words is divergent. Ha ha. 

what boerdom can do

I'm boerd so i think i might go look for the Bow and arrows and go shoot a box. I wish i had a Justin Beiber poster so I can shoot that. Right now I'm dressed up as Katniss, that would be funny if i did shoot a Justin Beiber poster because i could take a video and be all like, "this is what Katniss thinks of Justin Beiber" That would be so much fun. Um.......... I need to finish my costume, My play is tonight. Ummmmm.......Bye. Sorry this is so short, I'm bored. Bye Bri π

Story continued.

I hope you are enjoying my story, and because this scene is still fresh I need to write it now or i will forget it. So here we go.

I stared at Lyra. "um.... Ok, I have officially lost it, In a bad way"  Lyra stood up, "What do you mean by that?"  "It means I am now hallucinating about dead people" I said. She looked at me sideways. "But, I am real?" She said confused. A thought occurred to me. A friend of mine recently told me she was a mediator. I hadn't truly believed her until now. I Decided to call her. Yeah the smart person would go get her parents, or something along those lines. I call my psychic best friend. It started ringing."Sy, you do realize it's like, 2 in the morning." Ann said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Ann, There is a dead person in my closet" Ann laughed at this. "Well, did you put it there?" She asked. "No! Like a ghost, not a dead body." I said. "But, I thought you can't see ghosts?" She said confused. "I don't! Well I thought I didn't. But she was moaning in my closet, and I opened the door and she saw me and said, 'Hello I'm Lyra and I'm dead!' I..." Ann stopped me. "Woah woah woah, She spoke to you? Ghost's don't talk." She said. "Yeah well, Mine's apparently an extrovert, What do I do with her?" She was silent for a moment. "meet me at school tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "Ann, I don't go to school." I said "Meet me there any way. And bring your friend." She said then she hung up. "Actresses, Always gotta make a dramatic exit" I said. "But then I have no room to talk" I joked. "What is this?" Lyra was holding my replica music box. "Um please put that down I don't want it broken." I said to her. She set it back on the Dresser. I decided to try to start a conversation. "Sooooo.... How did you die?" I regretted saying it, but Lyra didn't seem to mind. She almost looked excited "car accident" she said excitedly "so why aren't you in heaven or you know." I pointed down. "I don't think I ever did anything bad enough to go down there. But I am a christian so I don't know why I am stuck in this limbo thingy." She said. "Maybe I need to do something" She mumbled to her self. "How old are you?" I asked her. "This year I would have been fifteen. But since I'm stuck here, I'm still fourteen" she said. "That's nice. Make your self comfertable in the closet, or were ever you want to, just don't break anything and don't moan. I am going to bed now." I said then I climbed up into bed and went to sleep.

"EEEEEPPPPPPP!!!" I opened my eyes to Lyra Screaming. "What is your problem?" I ask her. "DOG!!!!!" she screamed. I looked out the window and there was my dog, barking at Lyra. Huh, I think, so animals really can see ghosts. Lyra is still screaming. "Lyra, shut up!" I say, she stops screaming. "Why were you screaming?" i ask her. She points at my dog out the window. I sigh, "why were you screaming at my dog?" she mumbles something I can't under stand. "what?" I ask. "I'm afraid of dogs!!" she yells. "oh, great, your an extrovert, and a cynophobe. Any other thing's you would Like to add to the list?" I say a little annoyed that she is afraid of canines.  She shakes her head "nothing comes to mind at the moment" She says. "I need to get dressed, will you leave for a moment?" I ask her. She nods and goes through my closet door. I change my clothes and get ready to go to the school.

AGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, Math is driving me nuts. I can't concintrate, I can't concintrate. I CAN'T CONCINTRATE!!!!!!!!! I can not do this. I can do the practice, but the problem sets are pure stress and confusion. I hate math. It is so stress full!!! I AM FREAKING OUT!!!!!! I CAN'T DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

short story (well maybe a long story)

Were should I start? I could start with the fact that I have always wanted to do This. I have always wanted to put one of my story's were people can see it. So I guess I'll start here. This story is totally a working of my imagination. I will probably use friend's and family as inspiration for my characters. I always do. Just so you know I am making this up as i go along. So I hope it comes out good. To all of you friends of mine who I am using as characters, look for yours! It's fun to see our self as something you aren't. So with out a further ado (what ever an ado is), let me present, My story.

 I shot strait up in bed. Thunk. "ow" I mumble, as I rub my head. Note to self: Don't do that anymore. I guess it is hard not to do when your half asleep and about six feet in the air. If you haven't caught on I just slammed my head into the ceiling. I prick the little pieces of ceiling popcorn out of my hair, and look around. Why did I wake up so suddenly I wonder to my self. I grab the flash light I keep next to my bed (well on my bed) and do a little search light action. Nothing out of the ordinary, All my stuff is in the right places, I climb down from my bed, and do a routine look around. nothing under my bed. Just my bookshelf, and chair and things. I look under my dressser, Nothing there. Then I think about checking the closet. Isn't it like the number one rule of horror movies? Don't go in the closet armed only with a flashlight at night? I grab my wood sword, Just in case. I sneak up to the door. I put mu ear up to the door. "grrrrrrr..." I hear inside. My heart starts going faster. I decide to be the dumb blond and open the door. I grab the handle and slam the door open, Pointing my Sword at the source of the noise. "Miraror?" it's a cat. A small Calico to be exact. "what the heck are you doing In my closet?" I ask her. She doesn't respond. I pick her up and take her to my sister's room, I open the door and toss her in. (she protested at this.) The I went back to my room. I climb back up to my bed and Lie back down. All is quite, Then I hear a new noise. Sort of like a moaning. The hair on the back of my head stands up on end. I sit up again. It's coming from the closet. I really need to learn from horror movies. But I ignore the horror story rules and jump down, grab my sword and flash light, And head over to the closet. I hear the moaning again. This time Louder. I grab the handle, slowly turning it. I open the door, Terrified of what I am going to find, and really hoping it was going to be my cat. The door opens and I see a girl with her head down. She's pale. Like, really pale, never seen the sun pale. Her hair is dark and she has on  dress. It's white with bits of red on it. I gulp.  I don't think the red is supposed to be there. She looks up at my face. Her eyes are pale blue, Almost white. She looked excited to see a person. Her face broke out into a huge grin. "Hello" she says. "I am Lyra. I am also dead."

So what did you think? I'll continue it later But I need to do some school work. I hope you like it. Comment what you think. Bye Bri π

That was funny.

So, like just two minutes ago, Mia was on JJ's desk, and JJ told her to get off. Mia didn't like this, and she attacked JJ's glasses, which were sitting on the edge of her desk. The glasses fell, and JJ said "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mia ran away, and I started laughing. The glasses are ok, so don't worry about the state of my sister's vision. But it was really funny, because JJ had just told Mia to not do something and she attacked the glasses. It was like she was telling her "No, I will not listen to you. Tell me to do something again I will break things, Let me start with this." I thought it was funny. I am bored now, so I am going to post some pictures.

Writer's block: When characters get fed up with all you put them through and go on strike.

I totally did!! XD

It's just 17 day's!!!!! (I think)

Thing's I am afraid of.

I try to be fearless, but there are so many dang freaky things in this world. I have decided to make a list of as many thing's I can think of (or will admit) that I'm afraid of. Here we go.
1. Spiders
2. needles
3. people
4. touching
5. death
6. Hell
7. Perfection.
8. giant white lizards that smell like roses
7. The government.
8, Zombies.
9. Dr. Who
10. Crying angels.
11. statues in general.
12. stalkers
13.  outer space.
14. not being in control
15. Money
16. Cars.
17. paranormal-ness
18. Hospitals.
19. Dentists.
20. Doctors.
21. robots
22. viruses
23. sickness
24. parasites.
25. Tim Burton.
26. inmodesty
27. adults I don't know
28. being lost.
29. Vacuums
30. loud noises,
31. silence.
32. the dark.
33. math.
34. F's
33. My maternal Grandmother,
34. being in deep water. (literally)
35. My full name.
36. boats.
37. random noises.
38. door's opening by them selves.
39. being alone.
40. large groups.
41. teasing.
42. loseing my voice in the middle of a preformance.
43. losing my voice right before a preformance.
44. losing my voice in general.
45. technology.
46. polution.
47. pricking my finger.
48. small spaces.
49. being stupid.
50. losing things.
51. puberty
52. growing up.
53. the future
54. mating.
55. teenage boys.
and those are just some of the thing;s I amd afraid of. there's lot's of other thing's I'm afraid of but I don't want to admit them because there weird. (yes weirder than being afraid of vacuums) Well bye Bri π
P.S. some of these don't necessarily scare me, but do make me rather uncomfortable/embarrassed/awkward.