I'm guessing this is going to be a pretty short post, because as you can tell from the title, I don't have much time to write. I actually should be sleeping right now (pssh, yeah right).
I'm ashamed to say that I have not written any more of my story since last week -_-". DON'T KILL ME, KAY? It's a very severe case of writer's block that's causing my inability to type words on the screen! I'm innocent, trust me!
Or maybe it's just because I haven't tried hard enough...FORGIVE ME DEAR FRIENDS! I am sorry I have failed you. But to make it up, I'll make an attempt (maybe tomorrow) to progress on it! YAY!
WOW it's getting late and I'm being distracted...I really am pathetic right now. Okay guys, what am I gonna talk about now?
I guess that's the main question I ask myself everytime I see that space that I'm supposed to type something interesting into (new post). Oh, my stomach's growling. I guess it wants to talk to you. Say hello, stomach!
STOMACH: Help! I can't digest all these Wheat Thins! I think I'm getting FATTER! AAAH! Stop doing this to me, Sara! I can't--
OKAY that's too much of information for the readers, stomach. But maybe I should consider eating less wheat thins...
By the way, I really do like to read comments. I'm not being desperate for them or anything...It's just they're entertaining to read. And I like to see what other people think (but not things that could make me cry...). ALSO I should ask for Dreamer123456 and Emma to WRITE MORE BLOGS. Yes. I like to read yours. Even if it's just a couple of words. I still enjoy it.
Anyways, there's not much more to--well, you get the point. But, I do really need to know more of comas and amnesia, so if you have anything to provide, I'm RIGHT HERE WAITING. I've looked at just about EVERY dang website there is about comas and amnesia. But I still need to know what happens when you wake up from a coma...what the doctors do...maybe that's why I'm in a writer's block.
Uh oh...I hear footsteps...Ah! It's the Dad! He will certainly not be pleased to see me on my laptop at this hour.
(oh, and ignore me if I sound formal at some points. We're studying Shakespeare at the time being. What fun!)
It wasn't important, but it still was a post.
--A Victim of Writer's Block
guys....the words are moving again...O_O
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
You know, I never know what to put for the titles anymore.
Ah, that warm feeling of seeing all the words you've come up with fill out on the page!
Or in other words, it's nice to see that you've actually written something. That's kind of the feeling I'm having right now (because I typed more of my book), other than that sickening feeling of having homework and school just waiting for you the next day, when you just BARELY finished all the homework you procrastinated on.
If you have a brain, and if you've been on here before, you might notice that the annoying big box to the right is gone. Yes, I took off my epic music playlist. I did that because it wasn't getting enough attention that it needed to actually want to stay in the right corner, and the 'important people' didn't get to use it because it didn't work...oh well.
So let's see...
Okay, so this time I actually know what I'm going to be talking about! Rare, isn't it? Anyways, if you're new to my blog, and you have NO CLUE whatsoever about what I'm talking about, it'd be best if you scroll down....and down...and click older posts....and scroll down...and repeat until you hit my first post. THEN you can start reading from there. So have fun! Hm. I'd have to remember what I wrote. Well, have fun down there!
Now for the people who are caught up (Emma, Dreamer123456, Jonafinigan): here is the list of misusers. If you can't remember what misusers are, the name is pretty self-explanitory (like I have said before). They are people who know and can transform into their Eckos, but use them for selfish and evil purposes (wealth, fame, love...I guess, etc.). And they want to get away with it. But the Ecko Organization (E.O.) doesn't want that to happen, of course, because that's NOT RIGHT. So they make up Ecko forms, which are groups of people who know and can transform into their Ecko. They all have different misusers in each area; some areas have more misusers, some have less. And depending on how many there are in your area determines the size of your Ecko form (how many people there are in your group). And, as I also mentioned before, each Ecko form is expected to eliminate the misusers (to take the memory of the Ecko from them so they don't do it again). And so I must also remind you that every Ecko form must have an Ecko bird with them, because EVERY person with a bird for an Ecko has telekenisis, and has the ability to move around the memory of the misuser. The one with telekenisis in my form is, if you really haven't paid any attention, Noah.
Okay, am I the only one that's getting a headache from all those words I just typed?
AH SPACE! Let's see if you can understand my babbling up there. Go ahead, translate it. I DARE YOU.
Now to what I was actually planning to talk about. Jonathan, and all others, I must have you know that my characters are NOT based off of anybody I know. Well my family and I are, but no Jonathan, not anybody in the neighborhood. Heck no. Did I tell you how astonishingly boring this neighborhood is? I couldn't possibly base characters off people in this neighborhood and make it something INTERESTING.
My characters have been inspired from some...uhh...other characters, but not fully based on them. I make them up on my own, but trust me, they're out there somewhere.
With that, I will now list the misusers in my area that my Ecko form (Evan, Noah, Willow, Faith, Hope, Moe and I) have been assigned to eliminate:
I'm not going to go into detail about each and every one of them, you'll just have to find out about them as you are allowed to read my book. That's going to save A LOT of time...
I wonder how the people reading the very beginning of my blog are doing. Ha ha...they're all the way down there...wish them the best of luck trying to get up here with all the Sara-written stuff. They're going to have loads of joy. If there is anybody who would bother, that is.
Okay. I'd better go. I have stuff to do. And so far I'm not particularly fond of my second semester classes...but that could change.
Just like my mind could change and start thinking to write my story.
Nothing special, but it's an update.
Bye.
--Sara/Raine
(Wow..the words are starting to move...that's not good.)
Or in other words, it's nice to see that you've actually written something. That's kind of the feeling I'm having right now (because I typed more of my book), other than that sickening feeling of having homework and school just waiting for you the next day, when you just BARELY finished all the homework you procrastinated on.
If you have a brain, and if you've been on here before, you might notice that the annoying big box to the right is gone. Yes, I took off my epic music playlist. I did that because it wasn't getting enough attention that it needed to actually want to stay in the right corner, and the 'important people' didn't get to use it because it didn't work...oh well.
So let's see...
Okay, so this time I actually know what I'm going to be talking about! Rare, isn't it? Anyways, if you're new to my blog, and you have NO CLUE whatsoever about what I'm talking about, it'd be best if you scroll down....and down...and click older posts....and scroll down...and repeat until you hit my first post. THEN you can start reading from there. So have fun! Hm. I'd have to remember what I wrote. Well, have fun down there!
Now for the people who are caught up (Emma, Dreamer123456, Jonafinigan): here is the list of misusers. If you can't remember what misusers are, the name is pretty self-explanitory (like I have said before). They are people who know and can transform into their Eckos, but use them for selfish and evil purposes (wealth, fame, love...I guess, etc.). And they want to get away with it. But the Ecko Organization (E.O.) doesn't want that to happen, of course, because that's NOT RIGHT. So they make up Ecko forms, which are groups of people who know and can transform into their Ecko. They all have different misusers in each area; some areas have more misusers, some have less. And depending on how many there are in your area determines the size of your Ecko form (how many people there are in your group). And, as I also mentioned before, each Ecko form is expected to eliminate the misusers (to take the memory of the Ecko from them so they don't do it again). And so I must also remind you that every Ecko form must have an Ecko bird with them, because EVERY person with a bird for an Ecko has telekenisis, and has the ability to move around the memory of the misuser. The one with telekenisis in my form is, if you really haven't paid any attention, Noah.
Okay, am I the only one that's getting a headache from all those words I just typed?
AH SPACE! Let's see if you can understand my babbling up there. Go ahead, translate it. I DARE YOU.
Now to what I was actually planning to talk about. Jonathan, and all others, I must have you know that my characters are NOT based off of anybody I know. Well my family and I are, but no Jonathan, not anybody in the neighborhood. Heck no. Did I tell you how astonishingly boring this neighborhood is? I couldn't possibly base characters off people in this neighborhood and make it something INTERESTING.
My characters have been inspired from some...uhh...other characters, but not fully based on them. I make them up on my own, but trust me, they're out there somewhere.
With that, I will now list the misusers in my area that my Ecko form (Evan, Noah, Willow, Faith, Hope, Moe and I) have been assigned to eliminate:
- Skylar Day
- Hansel and Gretel
- Indigo
- Marianne Clow
- Andrew Adams
- Antonio
- Megan Heart
- Hans Drake
- Chaos (even though we aren't assigned to him, he picks fights with us anyways)
I'm not going to go into detail about each and every one of them, you'll just have to find out about them as you are allowed to read my book. That's going to save A LOT of time...
I wonder how the people reading the very beginning of my blog are doing. Ha ha...they're all the way down there...wish them the best of luck trying to get up here with all the Sara-written stuff. They're going to have loads of joy. If there is anybody who would bother, that is.
Okay. I'd better go. I have stuff to do. And so far I'm not particularly fond of my second semester classes...but that could change.
Just like my mind could change and start thinking to write my story.
Nothing special, but it's an update.
Bye.
--Sara/Raine
(Wow..the words are starting to move...that's not good.)
Friday, January 13, 2012
I'm back.
It's been about a week since my last post, right? I guess it's time to write another one...Yay!
I once again have no idea what to say. I'm just sitting here...looking at the screen...listening to those amazing songs...wondering what to write...I should have planned out something before I clicked on 'new post.'
....Oh hey I've got an idea! I can show you a picture of me!
A picture of me when I come out of my room for the first time in a while, so you can tell I'm going to look absolutely CHARMING. You can make your own guesses to what happens to that poor soul who pulls me away from my computer.
Evan: You have your own blog? OOOOoo..
Yesh, yesh I do.
Evan: Can I write something? Pleeeeeaase?
I'm already writing down what you're saying.
Evan: My words are cool enough for Raine's blog! Sweet!
Yeah...why wouldn't they be?
Evan: *starts to grab laptop*
DUDE what are you doing? *Pulls away laptop*
Evan: Kidnapping your blog for a minute.
What are you going to do with it?
Evan: You'll have to find out >:) *grabs laptopitpn oeirjtttttttvjgkjdc kjsggmckfjmgdvkvjsdgjmx; kjckjmigmviergnvgkmllerk ;47584
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Haha! I have possesion of it! Raine will have to wait until I'm done. Hey, what's this? Music? Oh, it's the cool music she listens to! Let's take a look at her pictures...
Wow, she's been busy. I like the pictures of me...but I wonder where she got them.
She didn't write a lot...AH what is that?! Is that a Shadow dragon? Oh I guess it's not, she said it was what she looked like when she came out of her room. HAHA it looks just like her!
Raine, you are so nice to let me kidnap your laptop with your blog on it. The opportunities I now have are endless.
There's some type of hole on the top of this laptop. Raine, what'd you do to the poor laptop?
She says that it's a webcam...while calling me an idiot. Thanks for the wonderful name.
Webcam, huh? Let's see what I can do with it.
WHOA that's cool! I can see myself just like a mirror! FANCY!
I will take a picture of myself so Raine can add onto her collection of pictures.
Hold on a sec...nope that's video...aha! Click! WOW I turned out good! Wanna see? Yes you do!
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Yes!
I need to tell Noah about this. Oh Noah, Willow's over here!
Wow, he came fast. Sorry Noah, I LIED. I wanted you to try this webcam. It's awesome!
Okay Noah, we're going to take a picture of you on this. Okay Noah, look sexy!
C'mon Noah, you can let me take a better one of you! This was the only one I got of him. He has some type of phobia about taking pictures of himself. I think he was trying to talk to Willow on the phone. See the keyword? "Trying."
I don't think Raine is getting happier out there while I still have her laptop. I think she's mad at me again. It's funny when she acts all tough and brave, but cute at the same time. Right, Noah? Oh, he just got rejected by Willow. For the 25364543534645th time. Wait, what's that, you say Noah? Raine turned into her what? Her ECKO?!
Ok, gotta go, nice talking to ya, toodles (what Raine says), see you later. I knew it, here comes the lightning. Need to press publish before she pulls out her katana...
...PLEASE STAND BY...
FINALLY I got it back after resorting to my Ecko.
I've got to admit though, he did get something written. But what's with the picture name? "The very manly and Raine-loved Evan?" And being cute while being tough? HAHAHA you have got to be kidding me.
Oh hi, Noah. What are you still doing here?
I once again have no idea what to say. I'm just sitting here...looking at the screen...listening to those amazing songs...wondering what to write...I should have planned out something before I clicked on 'new post.'
....Oh hey I've got an idea! I can show you a picture of me!
A picture of me when I come out of my room for the first time in a while, so you can tell I'm going to look absolutely CHARMING. You can make your own guesses to what happens to that poor soul who pulls me away from my computer.
Ha ha...I look funny coming out of the dark.
So now that we've seen that, I still don't know what to say. THINKING...THINKING...THINKING...THINK--Oh, hi Evan. I'm writing on my blog.Evan: You have your own blog? OOOOoo..
Yesh, yesh I do.
Evan: Can I write something? Pleeeeeaase?
I'm already writing down what you're saying.
Evan: My words are cool enough for Raine's blog! Sweet!
Yeah...why wouldn't they be?
Evan: *starts to grab laptop*
DUDE what are you doing? *Pulls away laptop*
Evan: Kidnapping your blog for a minute.
What are you going to do with it?
Evan: You'll have to find out >:) *grabs laptopitpn oeirjtttttttvjgkjdc kjsggmckfjmgdvkvjsdgjmx; kjckjmigmviergnvgkmllerk ;47584
\';lk86hgfjkhgfdrtf
Haha! I have possesion of it! Raine will have to wait until I'm done. Hey, what's this? Music? Oh, it's the cool music she listens to! Let's take a look at her pictures...
Wow, she's been busy. I like the pictures of me...but I wonder where she got them.
She didn't write a lot...AH what is that?! Is that a Shadow dragon? Oh I guess it's not, she said it was what she looked like when she came out of her room. HAHA it looks just like her!
Raine, you are so nice to let me kidnap your laptop with your blog on it. The opportunities I now have are endless.
There's some type of hole on the top of this laptop. Raine, what'd you do to the poor laptop?
She says that it's a webcam...while calling me an idiot. Thanks for the wonderful name.
Webcam, huh? Let's see what I can do with it.
WHOA that's cool! I can see myself just like a mirror! FANCY!
I will take a picture of myself so Raine can add onto her collection of pictures.
Hold on a sec...nope that's video...aha! Click! WOW I turned out good! Wanna see? Yes you do!
I'm going to name this picture 'the very manly and Raine-loved Evan' because Raine won't tell you, but I think she appreciates my amazing looks.
Whoa, the font switched! How can I change it back? The other one looked better. Okay, I found it. Just gotta see which one she used.Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Yes!
I need to tell Noah about this. Oh Noah, Willow's over here!
Wow, he came fast. Sorry Noah, I LIED. I wanted you to try this webcam. It's awesome!
Okay Noah, we're going to take a picture of you on this. Okay Noah, look sexy!
C'mon Noah, you can let me take a better one of you! This was the only one I got of him. He has some type of phobia about taking pictures of himself. I think he was trying to talk to Willow on the phone. See the keyword? "Trying."
I don't think Raine is getting happier out there while I still have her laptop. I think she's mad at me again. It's funny when she acts all tough and brave, but cute at the same time. Right, Noah? Oh, he just got rejected by Willow. For the 25364543534645th time. Wait, what's that, you say Noah? Raine turned into her what? Her ECKO?!
Ok, gotta go, nice talking to ya, toodles (what Raine says), see you later. I knew it, here comes the lightning. Need to press publish before she pulls out her katana...
...PLEASE STAND BY...
FINALLY I got it back after resorting to my Ecko.
I've got to admit though, he did get something written. But what's with the picture name? "The very manly and Raine-loved Evan?" And being cute while being tough? HAHAHA you have got to be kidding me.
Oh hi, Noah. What are you still doing here?
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
THIS IS THE TITLE.
At the moment I am writing on my brand new laptop. Yep, that's right: I was kindly given a laptop that has been so useful for the past three hours just wasting time playing with it...maybe I should start to do homework. But this is SO MUCH FUN how can I possibly stop, especially when I'm writing a brand new post on a brand new laptop? Okay, neither will be brand new by tomorrow. Or the next day. Or in five seconds...
An-y-ways, I must warn you I have no idea what to talk about. So my fingers will be doing the work here, not my brain. It will slowly be shutting down soon. It could happen anytime, even right-- kajtwel;ktvmlqitioopcjwkerjvkejtvejkjvk kjglkjdlkvjktjwojgfl jetokkdk asd jgiaregj esdkgjlsdk sjgljlkjsdkgj;j sldgkjKJKJIOIIO UEJWRIJQKFKVM,C CCA;SDKLFILSSSSSS;FGVKBMVL,CX/,;SDLXCV,LXFKD L;DLZC,XDFKL;SCV,L AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
PLEASE STAND BY AS SARA REGAINS CONSCIOUSNESS...
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**********pretty stars......********
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OKAY I'm back.
So let's see...story...words...letters...chapter TWO...OH YEAH! I'm still writing chapter two. Yes, still, but that's because my chapters are going to be longer than the first one. Either that, or they're going to be the same length. But I am making progress. I'm not procrastinating on writing just procrastinating on...the OUTLINE.
It's sad. I still haven't gotten around to the evil outline. It's just that there is SO MUCH that could happen, and so much I want to put in there! I know excuses are horrible, but everyone's got them (true dat).
I'm thinking of so many situations. Maybe one of you guys can suggest something that could happen...it would be much appreciated. It would especially be appreciated by Faith and Hope. They keep saying they're bored. Somebody'd better give them something to do or else who knows what they'll do next out of boredom...
Oh, Moe says hi by the way. I wonder where he got that lollipop...Wait...MOE DON'T EAT THAT LOLLIPOP! NO!
Moe: Why? It's so pretty...
YES, I know it's pretty and colorful! But do you know where you got it from?
Moe: Faith and Hope gave it to me 'cause they owed me for my cookie! It's so big *eyes widens*...and so yummyful...
*facepalm* I knew it.
Hope: You should eat it.
Faith: It's colorful just like a rainbow.
Moe: But Raine said--
Evan: Eat it! I wanna see what happens!
Moe: Okay! ^.^
NO! DON'T DO IT!
*EXPLOSION*
So much for keeping the twins entertained.
But I've got to admit, I laughed when I saw Moe in an explosion of rainbow fury...
Moe: That wasn't very nice guys! >:(
Faith & Hope: Nope, sure wasn't. *run off to plan next attack*
Noah: I think I know how they did that. Maybe they *blah blah blah*
Willow: NOAH! Stop talking nerd stuff!
Noah: Willow! When did you get here? Maybe you want to confess your love to me?
(angry) Willow: THAT'LL HAPPEN WHEN MOE STOPS LIKING COOKIES!
Moe: ooo...that's never gonna happen ^_^ Right, Chubbies?
Noah can't say anything because he's flying through the sky at the moment from Willow's hammer attack.
Willow: Psssh, confess my love...what's he on?
If he's on something, he'd be on it every day.
Willow: That's true.
Evan: *looks out window* I think he might be back in Scotland by now.
Lucky.
Willow: What a twinkie.
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Oh no! Is that the time already? It's almost nine! Oh noes! I STILL HAVE HOMEWORK! Too bad Noah isn't here to help me on it. He's recovering from Willow's hammer hit...
And if there are any suggestions for my outline...that'd be cool.
Moe was too scared to touch the leftover lollipop. Evan tasted it, but didn't have a strong stomach to taste it again. So, this is the outcome of the explosion:
An-y-ways, I must warn you I have no idea what to talk about. So my fingers will be doing the work here, not my brain. It will slowly be shutting down soon. It could happen anytime, even right-- kajtwel;ktvmlqitioopcjwkerjvkejtvejkjvk kjglkjdlkvjktjwojgfl jetokkdk asd jgiaregj esdkgjlsdk sjgljlkjsdkgj;j sldgkjKJKJIOIIO UEJWRIJQKFKVM,C CCA;SDKLFILSSSSSS;FGVKBMVL,CX/,;SDLXCV,LXFKD L;DLZC,XDFKL;SCV,L AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
PLEASE STAND BY AS SARA REGAINS CONSCIOUSNESS...
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**********pretty stars......********
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...
OKAY I'm back.
So let's see...story...words...letters...chapter TWO...OH YEAH! I'm still writing chapter two. Yes, still, but that's because my chapters are going to be longer than the first one. Either that, or they're going to be the same length. But I am making progress. I'm not procrastinating on writing just procrastinating on...the OUTLINE.
It's sad. I still haven't gotten around to the evil outline. It's just that there is SO MUCH that could happen, and so much I want to put in there! I know excuses are horrible, but everyone's got them (true dat).
I'm thinking of so many situations. Maybe one of you guys can suggest something that could happen...it would be much appreciated. It would especially be appreciated by Faith and Hope. They keep saying they're bored. Somebody'd better give them something to do or else who knows what they'll do next out of boredom...
Oh, Moe says hi by the way. I wonder where he got that lollipop...Wait...MOE DON'T EAT THAT LOLLIPOP! NO!
Moe: Why? It's so pretty...
YES, I know it's pretty and colorful! But do you know where you got it from?
Moe: Faith and Hope gave it to me 'cause they owed me for my cookie! It's so big *eyes widens*...and so yummyful...
*facepalm* I knew it.
Hope: You should eat it.
Faith: It's colorful just like a rainbow.
Moe: But Raine said--
Evan: Eat it! I wanna see what happens!
Moe: Okay! ^.^
NO! DON'T DO IT!
*EXPLOSION*
So much for keeping the twins entertained.
But I've got to admit, I laughed when I saw Moe in an explosion of rainbow fury...
Moe: That wasn't very nice guys! >:(
Faith & Hope: Nope, sure wasn't. *run off to plan next attack*
Noah: I think I know how they did that. Maybe they *blah blah blah*
Willow: NOAH! Stop talking nerd stuff!
Noah: Willow! When did you get here? Maybe you want to confess your love to me?
(angry) Willow: THAT'LL HAPPEN WHEN MOE STOPS LIKING COOKIES!
Moe: ooo...that's never gonna happen ^_^ Right, Chubbies?
Noah can't say anything because he's flying through the sky at the moment from Willow's hammer attack.
Willow: Psssh, confess my love...what's he on?
If he's on something, he'd be on it every day.
Willow: That's true.
Evan: *looks out window* I think he might be back in Scotland by now.
Lucky.
Willow: What a twinkie.
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Oh no! Is that the time already? It's almost nine! Oh noes! I STILL HAVE HOMEWORK! Too bad Noah isn't here to help me on it. He's recovering from Willow's hammer hit...
And if there are any suggestions for my outline...that'd be cool.
Moe was too scared to touch the leftover lollipop. Evan tasted it, but didn't have a strong stomach to taste it again. So, this is the outcome of the explosion:
Poor Moe.
All he wanted was a lollipop.
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