Or maybe.....

'Cause we will never really know, will we?

Captain Jack Sparrow(Captain Jack Harkness is a distant relation) is Sally Sparrow's great-something grandfather and he went on adventures with the Doctor until he had a run in with Weeping Angels(and lost his sanity). But then later it turned out that Jack's jar of dirt? That held an orphaned Santaron. The Doctor found out about it and went over and managed to get him out without anyone noticing-almost. The Chameleon circuit wasn't broken back then, and looked like a water wheel. Just when he was going to take off for the Santaron Galaxy with the orphaned one, Will and Jack jumped on, not allowing the TARDIS to be more than a few inches off the ground, if that. Then when it fell, the circuit got damadged, and only fully being out of order with he crashed into London the late 1900's a few days(hee hee hee) later when some Weeping Angels. Cause, see, Weeping Angles are really the first Sherlockians who died of the Feelz when Sherlock fell. They only send people back in time in hopes that they can save Sherlock, but it's a fixed point in time and so even the Doctor can't do anything about it when he got there. Consequently, Moriarty, Sherlock's frienamy, was friends with the Weeping Angels UNTIL he killed Sherlock and they pushed his body back in time which them absorbed some of the timey-wimey stuff because they sent him all the way back to the year 5 billion which in turn brought him back to life as a Time Lord. There he became the Time Lord(and the Doctor's worst enemy) the Master. But on the way there he sends reminds a young man to go to a ruined mansion that his great-great Aunt Nightingale wanted him to go to on this particular day and time. The Doctor's dark side, meanwhile, is coming through with Amy and Rory in the dream world. The birds that you hear when they fall asleep? The nightingales? That's Doctor's guilt. See, he could have saved Sally's friend Ms. Nightingale but got killed by a dying Weeping Angel and regenerated(probably into Hurt).
But see, it goes on. While regenerating into Hurt in the TARDIS he crashes down to earth, injuring a few people on accident. His sonic screwdriver got crushed in the crash and so couldn't heal anybody. The Doctor focused his main attention on a young boy, John Watson, and told him crazy stories about stars, and time travel and aliens to keep him conscience. He told him that he would take John and show him around once he got better, but he was called home to be babied over before they could. John's sister Harry got sour because he was getting all of the attention and-well, they've never been on good terms since.

IDEAS!!!!!

You may ignore me for a few hours while I fangirl loudly about the Day of the Doctor. 

kaoaf'afij sdof fgaokfdpogjpkdnlf kdsaj;feiofoaoiefuoiewa jfja!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

See??? I'm so exited I can't even do caps!!!!!! 

HA!!! NEVER MIND!!!!!! I JUST NEEDE TO REVERSE THE POLARITY!!!

ROSE!!!!!!!! TENNENT!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU ECCLSTON?!?!? AT WITCH POINT I WILL GO TO THOR 2 BECAUSE HE WAS THE BAD GUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL* Loki!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

ANDLK NF;HEW FADS AND AJLSO FISD;FH KDJIA J K THE AJSDOIFJ AOIEJF ODKJF ;SKDJ JEND OIEJ OIAJEWF JD OIFJ JUST WHAT;JF OIAJWE;IJ AIASDF HAPPENEDF IJAHFOIWEHF;JA EWJFA LKDJ I'M ASJDOIF AOIJFD GOING AOIJERIE  TO ASJF LASJKF ;EFIADSJF KDSDIE OIFJODAFJ JSAOIJFF  OF  SJFLKSJF IEJ DJF- 

-SOMETHING AWESOME!!!!!! 

AT WITCH POINT WE'LL GO BACK TO DOCTOR WHO BECAUSE I JUST SAID SOMETHING THAT WAS ALMOST A QUOTE!!!!!!!!!!!1 

BATTERIES!!!!!!!!! I AM HEREBY OBSESSED AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

AND.... AND.... JOHN HURT WHY DO YOU HURT ME SO?!??!? 

AT WITCH POINT WE'LL MOVE OVER TO SHERLOCK BECAUSE HE IS EVIL AND WHY DID HE URT JOHN LIKE THAT AND BLOOM'N NOT TELL HIM FOR THREE YEARS?!?!?!?!?!? 

OKAY MAYBE NOT THREE YEARS BUT STILL WHAT THE HECK SHERLOCK????? 

AND NOW MOFFAT HAS TWO MORE HUGE WAVES OF FANDOM PAIN COMING HIS WAY BECAUSE IN BRITAIN SEASON THREE IS COMING OUT EIGHT DAYS BEFORE AMERICA IS GETTING IT AND OH THE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

OH LOOK!!!!! WE'RE BACK TO DOCTOR WHO!!!!!! 

A FRIEND JUST WATCHED SILENCE IN THE LIBRARY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND OEIA H;OF HOISF LSAJFO IJOIF ASIHJOIFWOI- 

*cough* I think she liked it. *coughcoughcoug* 

I'M JUST SPAMMING DO YOU WANT TO SPAM WITH ME NOBODY>!>>!>>>!> 

AND THOSE ARE REALLY QUESTION MARKS, YA???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KEEP THE BLOG ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

It's so boring!! It's just so.... plain! Here I am, trying to make a difference and there you are saving people right and left! You're ordinary. You're on the side of the angels. 

I might be on the side of the angels, but don't you dare think for one second that i am one of them. 

And that just brings Sherlock feels and MORIARTY LAYS TRAPS FOR PEOPLE SO THAT THEY WILL WONDER UPON WEEPING ANGELS WHO ARE NOW MAD AT MORIARTY FOR KILLING SHERLOCK AND CRYING OVER HIM FORETERNITYLKF JAOFJAFLKJF LK J WHAT IT WEEPING ANGELS ARE THE PAST SHERLCOK FANS WHO WENT THROUGH REICHENBACK FALLS AND DIDN'T MAKE IT OUT?!?!?!?!? 
AND THEY SEND PEOPLE BACK IN TIME SO THAT THEY CAN SAVE SHERLOK BUT THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ANGELS WANT AND ARE JUST CREEPED OUT FOR ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!AND NOW THE WHOLE UNIVERSE IS SCARED OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

AND THE DOCTOR KNOWS WHO THEY ARE BUT SHERLOCK'S FALL IS A FIXED POINT IN TIME AND HE CAN'T DO A BLOODY THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

OKAY I;SMFLHJ OIFF I JUST NEED TO PASS THE THEORY AROUND OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO WEIRD WHAT????? 

AND FROM 'THEORY' WE GET RORY, GOOD 'LD RORY!!!!!!!!! 

WHO WAITED TWO THOUSAND YEARS FOR AMY TO COME BACK OUT AND... AND NOW I'VE SHORT CIRCUITED MYSELF!!!!!!!!!! 

THIS IS A MOMENTOUS OCCASION!!!!!!!!! 

WE MUST GO TO THE ICE CREAM PALACE TO CELEBRATE!!!!!!!!!!!! 

YOU ARE ALL INVITED(unlike Captain Jack. No, wrong Captain Jack, the other one. The one oiwaf arehfoidsa a   oh nevermind it wouldn't have worked but Sparrow.) 

Captain jack Sparrow is Sally Sparrow's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather and the Doctor came up to him when he was a young lad and took him on adventures but they had a run in with the Weeping Angels and he lost his sanity. 

Captain Jack Harckness is just another distant relation. 

Nightingale... the birds in the dream wold with Amy and Rory, those were nightingales. They came through from the Doctor's dark side because he could have saved the friend but couldn't because he got knocked unconsciousness from a dying Weeping Angel and regenerated(probably into Hurt). 

man, this is a bit much, yes? 

But still, when Captain Jack Sparrow holds up the jar of dirt, in it was really the first Santaron for by the time he was born he would have destroyed all of Jack's enemies. 

But instead it turned out to be an orphaned alien and the Doctor took it out of the jar before it could be hurt, AND-surprisingly-without being noticed-almost. 

Because this was earlier in the Doctor's adventures, and his Chameleon circuit was still working. The TARDIS was the wheel!!! 

See, he had already gotten the Santaron at the point, and was just getting ready to leave for the Sontaron Galaxy when Jack and Will came along right as he was taking off. 

SO! TARDIS's Chameleon was broken when it fell, or rather a bit later when when he crashed it straight into the middle of the street. He helped take the injured to the hospital and took special care of a young boy called John Watson. 

The Doctor, to keep him conscience, would tell him all of these crazy stories about stars and aliens and traveling in time and stuff, and how he wanted John to come with him when he got better. 

He said that he would help him with his sonic screwdriver but it had been crushed in the crash and he needed to wait for his ship the TARDIS to fix it. 

But John's father called him back home before he was really healed to be babied by his family where his sister Harry got annoyed that he was getting all of the attention and-well, they've never really been on good terms since. 

OH, AND THE MASTER? HE'S THE DOCTOR'S EVIL TWIN!!!!! AND MORIARTY? HE'S THE MASTER'S HUMAN FREIND!!!!! AND THE DOCTOR'S DARK SIDE? THAT WAS MORIARTY BECAUSE WHEN HE AND THE MASTER WHERE FRIENDS HE WOULD ASK ABOUT TIME LORD TECH AND GET ALL SORTS OF NEAT GADGETS!!!!!!!!

Okay, I'm sorry...

... I'm not going to finish that, because most of you know what that means.

I just wanted to share this with you.

So yeah, don't die.

I don't really care what you need to do to see it. Just do it.

Um.... I haven't been on here lately, I found out that my whole life is a lie, not once, not four times, but THREE times. Hm... yeah, and I started to watch Avatar Last Air Bender again... yeah, life is good. O_O *has no Idea was to say next* Well... this isn't awkward at all...

Yesterday...

I went to a baseball game with a bunch of people. It was fun, we lost, the wave went around 5-6 times IN A ROW, we stayed up till 1:45, we went to In-N-Out TWICE, MAHSed all of the girls(Wren got SH, I got PJ, Anna got Dr. W, Josie got Khan and Abbitha got Marivs), made an instant short story for Wren on the car ride there(she told me to make it sad. I thought she cried but she said she didn't. SO. CLOSE!!!!), and I woke up extra late today. Mom said we get the day off because we stayed up so late( >:) ) so I'm just sitting here at the computer waiting for everything to load because the internet is slow.

Here's the story that I wrote:

~*~

"Greta, no! Please, stop-!" I spun around to face the tall figure in the grey colored shirt. Despite the snow that lay on the ground in pure white layers he hadn't bothered to put on his usual black trench coat and blue scarf.
Maybe he had forgotten it in his haste to get to me. He is changing, that's for sure; he's more human now.
But is more human better for him?
"Stop it! Just stop! I'm sick and tired of being second best. Your married to your work! I loved you, and after John died I thought that you might even have loved me back... but then you went off and left without an explanation. I had thought that you liked me enough to at least say 'Sorry, I need to go' or 'Gotta go' but noooo! You were in such a rush to get back to your precious work and away from me that you didn't even notice when your chair tipped over in the restaurant and left me to explain some that I couldn't. You didn't even notice that I wasn't there with you. You didn't wait. You didn't do anything."
"B-"
"NO. It's over. Goodbye, Sherlock. I'll leave you to your work."
I turned my back to the man that I had once loved... maybe I still did.
I gasped as I felt a warm hand on my arm and whip me around to look at him.
He didn't say anything at first. Just looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. Sherlock's high cheek bones threw shadows on his face from the half moon. He wasn't used to emotions yet so they showed plainly on his face were his obvious sadness was plainly, deeply etched. Pale blue eyes gave away his love and, stranger than the last, fear.
My heart made me want to believe that he was afraid of loosing me too. Just like dear old John. I was is life saver when it happened, when the assassin snuck into their apartment and murdered the faithful friend. Sherlock almost drowned in sorrow then. He didn't know how to control his feelings. He took on more, and more cases until he was worn to the bone. Maybe he was afraid of going through that again, or maybe he was honestly afraid of loosing another friend.
My head was screaming at me No!! He thinks it's a game. He doesn't really care. He's the same man who you first met at the bookshop. Your a fool to fall for him in the first place.
But that first time that we met had been so perfect, so magical.
We were both looking in the murder mystery section at a bookstore, on different isles.
I had felt eyes on me so I looked up over the shelf to lock eyes with a pair of blue ones. Curly black hair bounced slightly as he walked over to me, eyes never blinking or leaving mine.
Finally he stood in front of me. He just looked for a few seconds, hands in his pockets, black color up, blue scarf around his neck. Then he said-
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"
Sherlock reached up and wiped my cheek with a warm, rough hand. I felt my face; tears.
Huh. I hadn't even noticed. But now that I realized it all just came pouring out. I sobbed and immediately Sherlock hugged me and I was crying into his shoulder. I just rapped my arms around him and cried till my head hurt and then some.
Soon his shirt was soaked but I couldn't stop. He didn't complain  though. He just held me tight, and stroked my hair.
We stood there in each other's arms until the sky began to lighten.
Then I felt something in my hair. It was wet, but there were no clouds in the sky.
It was a tear.

~*~

So that's it, the modified version. You should be thankful. The first one was worse than this. 

That's my two cents for today. I think I'm going to start posting old stuff that I haven't shared yet... WARNING. lol FANGIRL TIME THE HOUSE OF HADES IS COMING OUT IN FOURTEEN DAYS IT'S GOING TO BE MANY HAPPINESS AND FUN TIMES AND ITS SIX HUNDRED AND SOMETHING PAGES LONG SO IT'S VERY HAPPY YES YES PRECIOUS IT IS!!!

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The Mentalist

SOOOOOO.... Mumihilario and I went to drop Dumbelina(brother) at track and Mumihilario and I went to get shakes and we saw the Three Furies(no joke. Hair, outfit, oddness... the whole deal). And I saw a lisense plate that said Mesege 4U. That was kinda neat... yepididoda, dee day!!!

That is all. *bows* I'M AM MENTAL!!! You may call the Mentalist.

I HAD AN IDEA!!!!!!!! >:D

We aren't doing the second performance because Abby and Mary figured that, the first time we did great, but the second time we couldn't do any better so we'll have to end it like, "Dang it! We didn't do so well..." and it would be a big disappointment.
Oh well!!! ;)

Today I figured out a bunch of stuff with my writing coach, so now I'm going to send her EVERYTHING and not just the stories that we've been working on, so I'm happy about that. And when we were going back home we stopped by Jersey Mike's and got some subs while my brother taught me what I didn't know how to do on the Rubix Cube which was EIPC.
And I had this Idea of Atlantis... I haven't typed it up yet, but basically every hundred years the island of Atlantis bears a powerful King who puts all wrong things to rights until the next Great King.
But this time Kings from other parts of the earth have gotten jealous. Atlantians have everything; magic, money, power, fame... so everyone want's to kidnap the next Great King and raise him so that they could have a firmer reign.
Eastern Wizards of Atlantis sent everyone who wasn't from Atlantis off the island-with a certain few of their own disguised among them-put a spell on the city, creating a low bubble of air, summoned a tsunami and sank the island to make the world believe that they are dead and so no one could use the child king's power for evil.
But while in the water, the wizards sent the underwater city forward fifty years in time.
The Atlantians who stayed on land waited for the return of their homeland, but it never came. So year after year, generation after generation, they told the story of Atlantis and passed it on from child to child, and told them to watch for it.
But it never came. Most believe that it was just a story, but some watched for it. When parents told the story to they're kids, they would always play, 'Look For Atlantis' or some such.
So now, centuries later, Atlantis returns.
>:)
And a bunch of random, strangely dressed people are walking calmly from the sea and 'normal' people are screaming "THE APOCALYPSE!!!!! THE APOCALYPSE!!!!!" and... yeah. :)

So that's what's been going on... OH!!!!! And I'm helping to organize a dance, and it's going to be awesome and I just started two new stories and they are both going greatly and blah blah blah, hoodlydumph!!! :D

That is all. *bows/swings red and black cape out on arm* *straightens up/whips cape over self in a mysterious fashion* *disappears* *evil laugh resinating around the room*  *room explodes into firey flames and smoke*
>:) Di is going to die. Maybe Dürion will too... WE SHALL SEE!!!!
O_o
Just realized that I'm still talking after all of that epic going-going-gone stuff. *sinks deeper into chair* Oopsies!!!!
Weeeeeeell...
-_-
Talk to ya'll later then...
Bye...

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PS, when I do this: >:) it counts as my evil hand thing. This: >:D is not my evil hand thing. This: >:D is my evil jump-up-and-down-yay-everyone's-going-to-die evil face thing.

PPS, yes, I didn't notice that I put two 'evil's there. >:) The more the merrier!!!!! :D

The Ernest Troupe of Wilde Actors

EPIC!!!! Oh my gosh!!! This is awesome!!!!!!!!

Okay, so last night we, the Ernest Troupe of Wilde Actors, put in the Importance of Being Ernest by Orson Wilde.
It was amazing.
As Miss Prism, Abby and Mary(our directors) I was flirtatious, flighty, oblivious, and talk on a really high voice, which took a while to get down.
I had a fan and a pair of reading glasses, which I was VERY thankful for because when Rev. Chasuble said, "If I was fortunate enough to be Miss Prism's pupil, I would hang upon her lips." Cecily and i snapped our heads up so hard and Chasuble was so clueless, that the crowd laughed for fifteen seconds straight and I had to cover my hand with my fan because I couldn't stop smiling and I was supposed to be shocked.
People were laughing every other line, which is good, because they were funny and said perfectly it was hilarious.
I missed one line that I had been having trouble with all summer.
"People who live entirely for pleasure usually are."
But it totally rocked and at the end all of the girls got flowers and, since it was the first time in seven years that I had been a girl, had forgotten the fact and was pleasantly surprised. :)
Not only that, but afterward a bunch of friends-good friends that u had known for years-came up and said that they hadn't recognized me until someone nearby had asked? "Wait. Is that Mercy?" which was awesome because I love it when that happens.
The last time that no one had recognized me was... two years ago? In Two Gentleman if Verona where I was a Turkish outlaw with the rainbow Turban and the baggy pants and the bowing and the Go-T and mustache... yeah, it was epic. I live having beards.
Not hair beards though. Those I can't say lines around. The ones with the burnt cork? Yep, those are my kind of beard. ;)
Abby slipped on some water and hurt her ankle give minutes before we started so she couldn't give the speech that, as the main director, she was going to give. She's going to live, she has crutches, and we started a bit late, but it's all pretty much good.
In the middle of the second act the lights went and they couldn't get them back on so we paused the scene and when they came back on everyone cheered and they all kept going.
And the performance STILL rocked.
Today Abby and Mary have all been getting emails about how it was the best backyard performance that they had seen, and that the actors where spectacular and how Lady Bracknell, played by Zoë, was SO unlike her, who was mild and calm it was just amazing and Chasuble was hilarious and Cecily was so cute and funny and Gwendolyn was funny not only because she was well acted, but because she was totally type-casted. Jack was endearing and Algy was just WOW. Even the butlers, Lane and Merriman were comedy!!
One of the emails that Mary got was an offer to host an extra performance at their house on Saturday.
And several people said that ours was the best Importance if Being Ernest that they had ever seen(including the school's play and both movies). :D
So yeah.
Like I said.
EPIC.
And my grandma and grandpa came in from Seirra Vista AZ, and gran came out for the first scene and a half, and my grandpa made it down from Ojai. AND my Auntie Kate from LA, which is four hours away from our house, so that was nice.
I had something else to say... but I can't, remember! *places fist on forehead*
More kudos.

So yeah, that's my night, and hopefully we'll be able to have another performance. I'll let you know!!!!

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PS, I'm sorry I haven't been posting. Life hasn't been very interesting. ;D

Dance and Rant

Just to let you know, I don't usually rant vocally, so you might be hearing about my life problems a bit. ;)

First off, there was a dance two nights and it was EPIC!!!!!!! Three of the boys I didn't dance with and a lot of them I did dance with I was re-teaching them some stuff.
BTW, it was a swing dance. Not a single-wiggle.
That being said... THE RANT BEGINS.

Last night my parents went out to watch a movie but they missed the first showing and 'had' to go the the 10:30 one, leaving me, myself, I and my brother and sister at each other's throats for five hours.
When they came back at 12:00 and we were still watching shows the informed us that we were hosting a brunch from some friends who's oldest was 12, which isn't so bad, but the 12 was a jerk. >:(
AND we had to go the the early mass at 8:30 AND IT IS STILL SUMMER!!!!!!
So we got up, went to mass, came back, made brunch/cleaned up, they came, we played, we ate, we made a fort, and we went to the orchard to get sticks.
On the way back we saw my brother and his two friends.
"We're going to the creek. Jo()brother said.
"Mercy?" five year old Peter tugged at my arm. "I-I want to go with-with them."
But the boys didn't want to take him so I picked up Fiona, three, and followed them.
Soon they were following me because they didn't know where the creek was and I did. >:D

With Fiona, who liked to be held, and Peter at my side and my hip we walked a quarter mile to the orchard and up a hill, down the hill with rocky and 'slippy' patches(me sill holding Fiona) then struggled to get pats the thickets to the creek.
Now, I should tell you that I don't babysit, and I'm not very good at it, but I'm always find myself alone with a  handful(never less than two) kids in tricky situations either at the creek or the fair.
They were both troupers, honestly. I kept asking if they wanted to go back(we were all hot, sweaty, and tired. I was having trouble keeping hold of Fiona) but even though she was constantly saying "Ow. Can I hold you?"(translation: can you hold me?) and Peter stopping, "There's something pokey in my shoe. they never said yes.
The boys weren't helping, although Peter gave a hand with Fiona so finally I said, "Do you want to go back?" to Fiona.
"No."
"I really need to go to the bathroom."
She thought about this seriously for a few moments, brows furrowed, then. "Ok. PETER?!"
"Yeah?"
"We're going back."
"Why?"
"We need to got to the bathroom."
So we turned and went up and steeper, but closer hill to head back, all the while I was trying to for Peter while not scrapping Fiona's legs on the thorns.
I was wearing Uggs, and that wasn't helping my grip on the dirt while carrying a three-year old who was getting very, very slippery and Peter had grabbed onto ad bush that thad prickers and neither of us could mover because Peter was in front but didn't want to move forward, and I couldn't put down Fiona one, because she didn't want to, and two, because there wasn't enough room.
FINALLY Joe came up to lead peter and I made it to the top of the hill with Fiona.
Another quarter mile of no shade and rocky ground and we were home.
It was over.
I was saved...
By a house.
Which is ironic because I'm always destroying them. :)
I had two glasses of ice water(for a lot of you that wouldn't be very much but for me it was like I was dying of thirst,which I wasn't. Just sweaty >;P ), got soaked in the shower for five seconds then dried off and changed.
Now we aren't going to the breach, thank you very much, and Pop just gave me twenty extra minutes in my room opposed to the four I had left(I'm copying this down from my notebook).
I think he might be quite ill.

I want to read something but I just finish a book and the Kindle isn't working and it seem like there is nothing on my bookshelf.
Oh, well...
I'll post again tomorrow, but most likely the day after.
TTFN!!

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PS, I typed all that in,like, (lol) ten minutes. :P
You: waaaa....?
Me. *sticks out red liver thing*
You: O_O *deletes tab*
Me: NOOOO- you didn't belong here anyway! we'er going to have a magnificent garden party and you aren't invited!
You: DONE WITH CRAZY GIRL.
Me: :)
Me: Because I always have the last word.

Happy Time!!!

So the fair is gone, finally!!!! Friends who did lambs this year went to the coffee shop with us and I had a piece of pecan praline cheese cake-which is AMAZING!!!!-and I had a lesson today with Deb, my writing coach and I gave her some work and said that I was doing really well and I'm very HAPPY because of it!!

... And the cake probably helped, but who's counting how many slices I had? ;)

I want to do fencing again at the House of Dance... or near it. There's this huge place in Ventura(ha ha ha) where they have dances/classes/lessons and there are a bunch of other buildings connected to it and I took fencing there. It was pretty neat, but they where one one one classes, so it was a bit one sided.

I'm filling up my notebook, slowly but surely(it's a big book, what can I say?)... that's another thing I'm happy about... oh, and I just found out that Percy Jackson and the Olympions: Sea of Monsters just came out along with the second season of Once Upon a Time... or it will come out on the 23th. Or is the 13th? I don't know... stop bugging me about not knowing the date, it's my life I'm living, not some non-writer person who has only social life.

That's all, folks!! See you around.

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PS, isn't this TOTALLY EPIC AND WOULDN'T YOU LOVE FOR THIS TO HAPPEN TO YOU BOOK-STYLE?!?!?!?

http://pinterest.com/pin/417497827926892534/

Jack

Continued...

I stepped out the door and ran smack bang into someone.

Trying to hold both him and his heavy off balanced tray filled with flowers and food steady I braced myself for the horrendous, messy crash that was soon to come.

It didn’t.

I chuckled quietly and said. “Wow... that was close. Sorry about that, my bad.”

“No! No no, it was my fault... I should have been quicker.”

Who is that?

Glancing up I met the grey-gold eyes of Jack from down stairs.

Dang, he’s tall!! But all I said was, “Do you need help with anything?”

Jack didn’t even bother to hide his surprise. “Uh... no, I’m good... sorry, not my place to ask, but you aren’t from here, are you?”

I laughed. “No, it’s fine. No, I’m not. I just flew in from California.”

“First time out?”

“Well, I’ve been to Nevada to visit family, but that’s about it. I’m a home girl... Mercy.” I held out a hand. “My name is Mercy.”

He shook it. “Jack. Well...” he looked down at his nametag. He gasped. “Oh! This is for you.”

“What?”

“This...” he held up the tray. “Your friend had me bring it up for you.”

I was confused. I didn’t know anyone in New York and Molly wasn’t coming back until tomorrow. “Come on in then.” I stepped aside and held the door. I guess my exploring will have to wait.

Jack set it down on the counter by the sink.

“Did you catch her name?”

“It was a man, and no, I’m sorry to say that I didn’t.”

“Um... thank you.” This is weird. “Well, there is no way in heck that I can finish this all by myself by tomorrow. Take some with you and share it with your buddies.”

“Really? You don’t have to do that...”

“Yes, I do. I ran into you and I’ll feel guilty until you take something.”

Jack took stock of the large tray. “I couldn’t.”

“Then let me put it this way; you take many somethings from the tray, or I’ll TP your house.”

“You don’t know where I live.” Jack folded his arms triumphantly.

“Jack Stagar. There can’t be that many people with that name in his city. I’ll TP them all if I have too.”

He looked stunned. “How did you know my last name?”

I put a finger to my temple.

“Your psychic? I don’t believe it.”

“And your right not too. I’m not. I just saw your name on the paper when we ran into each other.”

Jack glanced at the clipboard he was holding. “Riiiiiiight...” he rubbed his neck and chuckled. “I forgot about that.”

“So; take things, or be punished by toilet paper.”

“Fine.” he grabbed a large chocolate bunny, a handful of flowers and a pocketful of wrapped candies. “There, satisfied?”

I squinted at him. “It’ll do.”

Not Ever To Be Continued...

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Do'n My Thing

Continued...

Molly left soon after we found my room-which was huge- saying that she had to get back to work, and that she’ll call before she came by tomorrow to take me shopping.

When the door closed on her I sighed and leaned against it with folded arms.

“This has been one heck of a day.” I said glancing around me. The suit was mostly to my left with a flat screen in each room. Living room was down three stairs filled with colorful couches and fancy chairs and pillows so stuffed with fluff that they were as stiff as a brick.

The kitchen was before the stairs to my left and had a sink, a giant fridge chalk full of food and eating things.

The bedroom was not closer to my taste than the rooms before it were. Huge king sized bed with dark purple drapes and gold tassels, the quilt was tan with purple and pink flowers covering it top to bottom.

The bathroom, like everything else, was bigger than was good for it, and more than ready to have pictures taken as a commercial. It was connected to both the bedroom and the living room.

“So... write, ignore the huge expensiveness, write, check the blog... and look up how many Authorians there are.” I added.

I quickly unpacked my things and placed my satchel by my side and, not even trying to use the flat screen I pulled out my laptop and sat down on the floor. I typed it in and clicked on the first site that came up.

Q: How Many Authorians Are There Really?

A: 98,392,597

“What...? That can’t be right...” I searched on multiple sites but all said roughly the same thing. Finally I sighed and leaned back against the wall.

“Six thirty. I should go eat.” I told myself.

Instead I got up and got out the book I was currently re-reading. The Belgariad. It was the fifth time time I had read the five books by David Eddings, and I planned to read them again after a year or two.

I did what I usually did when I started reading. I ignored everything else around me, my hunger, my need to use the restroom until finally I had no choice in the matter.

I thought, Well, I’m already up, might as well eat. I moved to the fridge and looked around for the milk. Ah! There it is... I reached for it before realizing it was 2%. Should I do it? The last time I had had 2% was on a dare with Rick...

I blanched at the thought. I hadn’t seen any of them in years. I doubted that they even remembered me. I was always the quieter one.

And so I chose a Coke instead and fixed up two PB&J’s and one PB&N, just because I happened to see the Nutella in the cupboard.

Lathering on the peanut butter, jelly and butter-yes, yes, I know, weird, but it’s GOOD!!!-I slapped the four sides together and ate it in five minutes.

Yes, I’m also a fast eater.

Downing the Coke and resorting to the 2% because it is humanly impossible to eat peanut butter or chocolate without it I sat at the couch and planned the rest of the...

I checked my wrist with the ever present, unused hairbands.

...night.

I would just explore the hotel. When I was younger that was the first thing that I would do if Mom and Dad let me, but now I needed to act like an adult.

“Stupid, STUPID expectations!!” I stood up and ‘fixed’ my hair(by ‘fixed’ I mean ‘totally and absolutely frizz it up... more’). “Well... that’s ALL GOING TO CHANGE... no more 'behave!!!s' for me!”

To Be Continued...

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Five Star Hotel Plaza

Continued...

“You looked pretty shocked when you first saw them.” Molly commented.

So I guess I’m not as good as I thought I was.

“Yeah... I didn’t know that I had a fandom... Authorians...”

Molly gasped loudly. “You’re kidding, right?”

I shrugged and let my hair serve as a wall. My face grew hot with embarrassed for mentioning it. “No.”

“Girl...” Molly shook her head and glanced sideways at me pityingly. “Do you ever go on the computer?”

“Yeah!” I laughed. “But only to write, email, and give hints on my next book on the blog.”

“Wait...” she started. “You have a blog?!”

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?”

“Because I wanted to see how people reacted when I would make predictions that turn out to be mostly true.”

“What is it called?”

“Will you tell anyone?”

“No.”

“TipathaIsIn.blogspot.com.”

“That’s you??”

“Yep-iddi-do-da.”

Molly shook her head. “I placed bets on what was going to happen next by her posts.”

“Really? How much did you win?”

“Not much. I kept on making the wrong bet.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be more obvious in the future.”

Molly laughed. “Do you know the schedule?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“You can do what you want today and tomorrow, then I’m going to pick up up at twoish to go to the studio. We on live at seven.”

“How are they going to announce it?”

“With lights, cameras, and action.”

“But of course.” I leaned back in my seat. “What should I wear?”

Molly looked down at what I was wearing. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. Where do you usually go?”

I cringed. “Shopping? Where do I usually go? I usually try to avoid the thing, but sometimes I would tag along with griend to Goodwill.”

She blinked. “Goodwill? Is that all?”

“It’s all I need.”

“Ok then. I’ll decide on a list that we can stop by and pick up a few things. What sizes are you?”

I shrugged and grinned, knowing that Molly was not going to be expecting this. “Like I said, I went to Goodwill. I didn’t pay attention to sizes.”

“Hmhm. I don’t doubt it.”

Laughing we pulled up to a fancy looking hotel with a green and gold awning and stone building.

“Here we are, home sweet home.”

I stepped out and pulled my things from the trunk and followed Molly inside.

“Hello, we have a reservation.”

“Name, please?” the spiky black haired boy asked, putting his hands to a keyboard.

“Alex Forest.”

“Thank you. You will be in room 713 on the fourth floor.” Jack-I read his name tag- pulled out a card from underneath the desk and handed it to Molly.

“Would you like any help with your bags, miss?” he asked me.

I shook my head. “No, thank you. I don’t have much, it should be easy.”

He raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Will that be all?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Have a nice night, ladies.”

We walked over to the elevator and hit the button.

“You... are quite a girl.”

I glanced at Molly curiously. “Why, what do you mean?”

“You didn’t want any help.”

“I could handle it. It’s only three things.”

“Oh, I know you could, but most young ladies in New York wouldn't-or couldn’t-pass up the opportunity to have a handsome young man help them carry their things.”

I started at her wide eyed. “Human girls are so totally weird.”

To Be Continued...

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