Ahh chapter nine!!! I thank thee you fer ye reviews. I love using old
english. This is the Chapter for Michele and Leah. We will boldly go to
places that no geek has gone before! Well I am sure that we have all been
there at one point in time or another. Yes Leah! I know and I shall be
switching to past tense now. And I will stay there too. Why didn't you pick
on the fragments. I was sure that you would be yelling about how I picked
on your maturity level. Well you probally didn't since you know it is true
and I am sure that you enjoy every minute of it.
Tasakapeotkauu (TAS -Like in Dragonlance, ACK- like the first part of a sneeze, AHHH, PEA- nasty food product, OH, TACK COO- don't ask....)
Is that a accurate enough translation for you? I had to add a A since that is how we pronounce it. I should make dictionaries with this skill.
Anyway, Tasakapeotkauu you should not skip school! Snow or no Snow!
Okay I will start writing again....
My life is not all that eventful. After my daydreaming episode in Math I had Tech Draw with hicks. Then I was a nerd and stayed after school until five o'clock as is my wont. It may not be eventful but it is what makes me happy that counts, right? I am happy. I would be happier if I had actually met Marius of Anne Rice's Vampire chronicles like I dream of so often. It is odd to remember dreaming about him in a dream. It is as if I am in an entirely different world while I dream. Unconsiously I go and do whatever I had been thinking about most. But when dreams link together... nothing is stranger. All I want to do is to dream. To visit him as I do when I read the Vampire Chronicles. The author has such a talent with words. How awesome her stories are. I've read all of them I think. I hope that she writes more. I happen to think that Marius and Lestat are her two favorite characters. Look how much she uses them. Marius has major roles in The Vampire Lestat, Queen of the Damned, The Tale of Armand, Blood and Gold, and Pandora. There are only two I can think of in which he is not. So much to remember, and I remember it all. So clearly. You might think that he was real. I do of that you can be sure. I would love to know him. I must stop with this. I will go insane. I should not be allowed to think so much.
I was in my bed thinking. I could not stop. I would not stop either. Not for anything in the world. That is unless of course Marius was part of this world. Sometimes I wonder. Maybe Anne Rice isn't a real person. I grinned to myself couldn't help it. What if it was just Lestat's pen name? What if? Hmm. I started snickering. I'm glad my sister can't see me. She hates it when I laugh at seemingly nothing. Oh I want to dream now. Maybe Marius is there. There? My dreams are a place now? I am not entirely fettered to this loneliness if I could dream. Maybe I should. I put down the book in which I really had now intention of reading. Page two already? I followed my intentions slid back off the pillow and collapsed onto it. I have no will power. Do I?
That bed again. The black silk dress. Am I mourning or something? Really should change my clothes. Well at least it isn't freezing once again. But sadly that means that I am not at the spacious ornate dwelling of Marius. Once again I must consider this, Where am I? Marius had told me in the last dream that I was going through some sort of stage in my dreaming career that all people are subjected to. If that is true maybe it is the reason for these beautiful habiliments which simplicity seems to embellish myself well by complementing my complexities. It is quite agreeable to this bed but I wouldn't concieve the thought of rumaging through a forest in it. That would be funny wouldn't it? For me to be wandering through a place such as Mirkwood in a black silk dress without sleeves. You don't get a chance to see that everyday. I should see where I am.
I slipped my legs out of the covers of the bed and peeked through the curtain curious to know what was out there preparing to relish a place as magnificent as Marius' home. I sank down into the bed and buried myself into the covers. Damn.
"Arghh! Rachel you need to shut that mouth of yours!!!" I was frustrated beyond belief. Guess where I was Mirkwood.
"Teqon W.?" I heard a voice that was quiet familiar and also quite close.
I hopped out of the bed and spun around in circles looking for her,"Tasakapeotkauu?" Finally I spotted her and ran twards her. She looked very suave in her costume. Like a elf and a vampire as if she went rumaging through Amadeo and Legolas' closets. Not just Amadeo make that Lestat. She had a shimmering black shirt with three holes in it as if lion claws had been dragged through it. Underneath this religiously rocking shirt of hers was a blood red toned shirt that matched color of the ruffles on her beautiful long vampiric tweaked trenchcoat that only Lestat would be caught dead in oh and me. The boots oh and the boots too much too imagine my eyes will fall out were is my Michele under all that. Back to the boots they are absolutely elven extrodinaire. " Hey you get abow? That is awesome so not fair! I am beginning to believe that our clothing is influenced by what we want to be."
"Speak for yourself!" A voice spoke which could automatically be identified as Leah. She stalked out from behind The bed and stood in front of us. Michele and I fell on the floor laughing when we saw what she was groping about. I regaining my dignity quickly grabbed a bed post and jumped back on my feet. Nevermind that I looked back started giggling again and lost me footing and slipped on my dress. "Pink kitten jammies aww how precious Leah! I wish stick boy could see you now!"
She stomped on my toes when I started giggling again. I grabbed my chest to try and regain control and my eyes went wide. "What in the frilly heck is down my top!" I yanked out a ornate sumptuously designed blade that had been lodged down my shirt.
"Eww" Leah said "I think you have some habits you forgot to mention."
"Shut up that was dangerous. What was it doing there what if I fell and stabbed myself?"
"Obviously that won't happen. You already have fell twice laughing at me and haven't done me that favor yet."
I have to go I will finish Writing later yet I will post this now.
Tasakapeotkauu (TAS -Like in Dragonlance, ACK- like the first part of a sneeze, AHHH, PEA- nasty food product, OH, TACK COO- don't ask....)
Is that a accurate enough translation for you? I had to add a A since that is how we pronounce it. I should make dictionaries with this skill.
Anyway, Tasakapeotkauu you should not skip school! Snow or no Snow!
Okay I will start writing again....
My life is not all that eventful. After my daydreaming episode in Math I had Tech Draw with hicks. Then I was a nerd and stayed after school until five o'clock as is my wont. It may not be eventful but it is what makes me happy that counts, right? I am happy. I would be happier if I had actually met Marius of Anne Rice's Vampire chronicles like I dream of so often. It is odd to remember dreaming about him in a dream. It is as if I am in an entirely different world while I dream. Unconsiously I go and do whatever I had been thinking about most. But when dreams link together... nothing is stranger. All I want to do is to dream. To visit him as I do when I read the Vampire Chronicles. The author has such a talent with words. How awesome her stories are. I've read all of them I think. I hope that she writes more. I happen to think that Marius and Lestat are her two favorite characters. Look how much she uses them. Marius has major roles in The Vampire Lestat, Queen of the Damned, The Tale of Armand, Blood and Gold, and Pandora. There are only two I can think of in which he is not. So much to remember, and I remember it all. So clearly. You might think that he was real. I do of that you can be sure. I would love to know him. I must stop with this. I will go insane. I should not be allowed to think so much.
I was in my bed thinking. I could not stop. I would not stop either. Not for anything in the world. That is unless of course Marius was part of this world. Sometimes I wonder. Maybe Anne Rice isn't a real person. I grinned to myself couldn't help it. What if it was just Lestat's pen name? What if? Hmm. I started snickering. I'm glad my sister can't see me. She hates it when I laugh at seemingly nothing. Oh I want to dream now. Maybe Marius is there. There? My dreams are a place now? I am not entirely fettered to this loneliness if I could dream. Maybe I should. I put down the book in which I really had now intention of reading. Page two already? I followed my intentions slid back off the pillow and collapsed onto it. I have no will power. Do I?
That bed again. The black silk dress. Am I mourning or something? Really should change my clothes. Well at least it isn't freezing once again. But sadly that means that I am not at the spacious ornate dwelling of Marius. Once again I must consider this, Where am I? Marius had told me in the last dream that I was going through some sort of stage in my dreaming career that all people are subjected to. If that is true maybe it is the reason for these beautiful habiliments which simplicity seems to embellish myself well by complementing my complexities. It is quite agreeable to this bed but I wouldn't concieve the thought of rumaging through a forest in it. That would be funny wouldn't it? For me to be wandering through a place such as Mirkwood in a black silk dress without sleeves. You don't get a chance to see that everyday. I should see where I am.
I slipped my legs out of the covers of the bed and peeked through the curtain curious to know what was out there preparing to relish a place as magnificent as Marius' home. I sank down into the bed and buried myself into the covers. Damn.
"Arghh! Rachel you need to shut that mouth of yours!!!" I was frustrated beyond belief. Guess where I was Mirkwood.
"Teqon W.?" I heard a voice that was quiet familiar and also quite close.
I hopped out of the bed and spun around in circles looking for her,"Tasakapeotkauu?" Finally I spotted her and ran twards her. She looked very suave in her costume. Like a elf and a vampire as if she went rumaging through Amadeo and Legolas' closets. Not just Amadeo make that Lestat. She had a shimmering black shirt with three holes in it as if lion claws had been dragged through it. Underneath this religiously rocking shirt of hers was a blood red toned shirt that matched color of the ruffles on her beautiful long vampiric tweaked trenchcoat that only Lestat would be caught dead in oh and me. The boots oh and the boots too much too imagine my eyes will fall out were is my Michele under all that. Back to the boots they are absolutely elven extrodinaire. " Hey you get abow? That is awesome so not fair! I am beginning to believe that our clothing is influenced by what we want to be."
"Speak for yourself!" A voice spoke which could automatically be identified as Leah. She stalked out from behind The bed and stood in front of us. Michele and I fell on the floor laughing when we saw what she was groping about. I regaining my dignity quickly grabbed a bed post and jumped back on my feet. Nevermind that I looked back started giggling again and lost me footing and slipped on my dress. "Pink kitten jammies aww how precious Leah! I wish stick boy could see you now!"
She stomped on my toes when I started giggling again. I grabbed my chest to try and regain control and my eyes went wide. "What in the frilly heck is down my top!" I yanked out a ornate sumptuously designed blade that had been lodged down my shirt.
"Eww" Leah said "I think you have some habits you forgot to mention."
"Shut up that was dangerous. What was it doing there what if I fell and stabbed myself?"
"Obviously that won't happen. You already have fell twice laughing at me and haven't done me that favor yet."
I have to go I will finish Writing later yet I will post this now.