Have very annoying and confusing mythology... But I've already ranted about it so I'll just move on. As anyone who has been reading this should know, I am writing a story based on a lot of different mythologies and have posted some character sheets (two of them aren't very accurate anymore, but I'm not redoing them), and one of them is based off the Celtic goddess Epona. Epona is sometimes put together with the triple war goddess, The Morrígan, which is made up of the goddess Morrígan (who'd a thought?), Babd (or Badb I can never remember), and Macha (who is sometimes switched out with Epona). So in my story
I've made them spiritual triplets, which means they're always born at the same time but not always the same parents and have a far stronger connection to each other than normal. So I was thinking about them and I decided to sort of base them off of the different people of the British Isle's, the British, Irish, Scottish, and Welsh.
In order from oldest to youngest:
Morrígan is scottish. Her animal is a wolf
Babd (or however you spell it...) is Irish. Her animal is a crow (and her name means battle and sometimes has another name added to it so it translates as Battle Crow/Raven. I've seen her mentioned as both but I think I might make her a crow. Ravens are done to much)
Epona is British (was originally making her more Irish, but more research revealed she is originally Gaulish (still Celtic) and was introduced to the British first by the Romans, and Badb is mentioned specifically as Irish by some people so...). Her animal is a horse.
That be all!
P.S. If anyone knows more about the Scotts, please let me know
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
It's a Beach!
So we're at the beach for the week, which is nice but also kind of sucks for me. I want to swim but I also don't want to because of my either broken or fractured toe. Blah... Everyone's at the beach right now and I was going to go and just sit and work on my story, but my mum got mad for some reason when she saw me with my binder and told me to just stay until I wanted to come and then to leave my binder in the condo... So here I am, randomly changing fonts as I blog, all lonely and stuffs... I'm not really lonely, they haven't been gone that long. I don't have much else to blog so...
The Black Cat
The Cat,
It Comes,
The Cat,
It Comes,
With hair darker than Night,
It Comes.
Appearing in the Night,
To cause Havoc and Fright,
Eyes gleaming in the faint Starlight,
It Came.
The Cat,
It goes,
The Cat,
It goes,
With hair darker than Sin,
It goes.
Vanishing into the Night,
Done with Havoc and Fright,
Eyes facing away from the bright sunlight,
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Trenfeurghiuwlrfgjwhgiwo!!!!
Holy Freaking Words I Will Not Say Despite How Much I Want To!!!
I have gone through life never, I repeat, NEVER breaking a single bone... Last night I was jumping on the trampoline like I do most nights and I went to get off like I always do, but by some freak accident as I was swinging my right leg around to get off my little toe gets caught on the stupid net and I hear a slight snapping noise followed by pain. It hurt so freaking bad, but I didn't think I had broken it since I've done stuff like that before until I sat down on the couch and realized that it wasn't moving when I moved the rest of my toes... So now I have it stuck to the toe next to it with bandaids to give it some form of support as I limp around waiting for it to heal and getting called 'gimpy' by several family members -CoughJoshCoughDadCoughCough-, and 'blue gimpy' by my sister-in-law because of the blue bandaids I have on it... It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't on my right foot since I have a tendency to sit in that foot and never really realized just how much I sit on it until I have to remind myself that my tow is broken and sitting on it would be a very painful idea...
On a less painful, but still irritating, note... WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE AND LEOPARD PRINT CRAP!? AND ZEBRA FOR THAT MATTER! Who seriously needs an entire dress in those prints? Are you going on a safari and are trying to blend in or something? Words cannot describe how it annoys me and I have no idea why it does annoy me so much! DJFGHEIUGROUHFIDGIUGDIHEIHGEWIGHDIHOSUHR!!!! Course it could also be that my toe really hurts and it's difficult to walk and it's all just adding fuel to the fiery depths of my anger...
That be all...
I have gone through life never, I repeat, NEVER breaking a single bone... Last night I was jumping on the trampoline like I do most nights and I went to get off like I always do, but by some freak accident as I was swinging my right leg around to get off my little toe gets caught on the stupid net and I hear a slight snapping noise followed by pain. It hurt so freaking bad, but I didn't think I had broken it since I've done stuff like that before until I sat down on the couch and realized that it wasn't moving when I moved the rest of my toes... So now I have it stuck to the toe next to it with bandaids to give it some form of support as I limp around waiting for it to heal and getting called 'gimpy' by several family members -CoughJoshCoughDadCoughCough-, and 'blue gimpy' by my sister-in-law because of the blue bandaids I have on it... It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't on my right foot since I have a tendency to sit in that foot and never really realized just how much I sit on it until I have to remind myself that my tow is broken and sitting on it would be a very painful idea...
On a less painful, but still irritating, note... WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE AND LEOPARD PRINT CRAP!? AND ZEBRA FOR THAT MATTER! Who seriously needs an entire dress in those prints? Are you going on a safari and are trying to blend in or something? Words cannot describe how it annoys me and I have no idea why it does annoy me so much! DJFGHEIUGROUHFIDGIUGDIHEIHGEWIGHDIHOSUHR!!!! Course it could also be that my toe really hurts and it's difficult to walk and it's all just adding fuel to the fiery depths of my anger...
That be all...
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| A wild Gap Hag appears! |
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| Wild Yukari has become enraged from being called a Hag! |
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| Game Over |
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Why, Sunburn, Why!?
Why must you itch!? It hurts to scratch it! jadgaiuvneibpeiygbpioeusvpngoeihuinvwvoiuehnvwe
Blech... I hate sunburns...
Blech... I hate sunburns...
Story Thing:
Me: It was a dark and stormy night...
Mum: Everyone burst into a rousing rendition of 'Madame Mouselle From Armateres'
Dad: The Banshee waited for her lost lover
Josh: Grandpa googenhiemed in the distance.
Courtney: It was time to bring out the birthday cake.
Me: And then the nuns came.
Mum: The monkey whispered, 'If you have pooh, fling it now!'
Dad: A great tornado arose with a house and a witch inside.
Josh: Blue loved his new toy.
Courtney: Then they brushed their teeth and went to bed.
Random picture time? I think so!
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| I love this one |
That be all!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Oh?
Well, on Sunday my older brother and sister-in-law made me play a game with them where someone writes a sentence to a story, covers it, then the next person writes a sentence, ect. We did it again later with our parents... The stories flowed surprisingly well... Should we be worried?
Me: The plovers descended from the heavens.
Courtney: Music resonated from the elaborate rose garden.
Josh: Jessica suddenly burst from behind a bush and moon walked into her bedroom.
Me: Jessica had almost made it out with the Holy Hand Grenade, but alas, she was pecked by ravens(1)... Again...
Courtney: And all for the love of bleu cheese...
Josh: Joshua was confused.
Me: Then the plovers and ravens did an interpretive dance(2).
Story One
Me: The plovers descended from the heavens.
Courtney: Music resonated from the elaborate rose garden.
Josh: Jessica suddenly burst from behind a bush and moon walked into her bedroom.
Me: Jessica had almost made it out with the Holy Hand Grenade, but alas, she was pecked by ravens(1)... Again...
Courtney: And all for the love of bleu cheese...
Josh: Joshua was confused.
Me: Then the plovers and ravens did an interpretive dance(2).
Story Two
(I wasn't here for this one so I'm attempting to figure out who wrote what by handwriting that is very similar)
Josh(?): A tiger is sleeping deep in the forest.
Courtney(?): A worm crawls through the dirt.
Josh(?): When all of a sudden he pounces on Chumsly.
Courtney(?): He was going to make a grand birthday cake.
Josh(?): When suddenly Chouchou came up from behind!
Courtney(?): And that was all there was to it.
Story Three
Josh: It was a bright sunny day.
Me: Then in a sudden turn of events, Blue was pecked by ravens.
The Mum: And then the monkey went 'Yehaw'
Dad: Suddenly, the mailman had a heart attack.
Courtney: A masked man suddenly appears.
Josh: Courtney was greatly amused by this.
Me: Blue stares at you.
The Mum: The cat came back the very next day.
Dad: Get out of here, she yelled, the whole thing is about to blow up!
Courtney: It had been a grand day.
1. The pecked by ravens thing is from a game called 'Outrage!' where you have to steal the crown jewels from whatever castle it is they're in (can't remember right now and too lazy to look). There are certain spaces in the middle of the board where you have to draw a card (called raven cards) that cause different things to happen like call a guard out to the Waterloo post which blocks a potential escape route. I'm the one who always draws the 'pecked by ravens' card which sends me to the hospital and lose a turn... Stupid ravens...
2. You don't want to know...
That be all!
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| I'm adding this to every post now... |
P.S. I have three more stories for next time.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Fine then...
Mother was complaining about my background, so I did a bit of picture flipping and stuck my wolf in the background and the moving thing as the first picture thingy. Better? Is it? Less distracting while reading? Huh? Huh? Is it? IS IT!?
That be all...
That be all...
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| It amuses me though... |
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| Huh... Why is it so far over...? |
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Oh hey...
I haven't posted anything for a bit... Blargh... Anywho's it's... I've always loved music, especially instrumental things like old Disney movies, and I was thinking about how I've always loved music for as long as I can remember while listening to music on youtube, specifically old Disney movie music (even more specifically, The Hunchback of Notre Dame stuff), when I realized that one of the main reasons I love music so much (besides coming from a musical family) is that I grew up watching things like Disney which is saturated in music and I grew up listening to sound tracks from musicals, as well as watching musicals (mostly cats Since they played that on t.v. from time to time when I was little, they even made a dvd version of the musical, which I own and a certain elder bother needs to return -glares in certain elder brothers general direction-). LONG SENTENCE IS LONG!
And also a sentence...
Come to think of it... Most of the games I play have really good music in them... Huh.... Well... That's all I got for now so... RANDOM PICTURES AND FONTS!
By the by, I own none of these.
THAT BE ALL! TO BED TO BED!
P.S. Touhou Project is a game series I like that I actually got introduced to because I really liked the boss themes
P.P.S. RARGLE SNARFLE!
And also a sentence...
Come to think of it... Most of the games I play have really good music in them... Huh.... Well... That's all I got for now so... RANDOM PICTURES AND FONTS!
By the by, I own none of these.
THAT BE ALL! TO BED TO BED!
P.S. Touhou Project is a game series I like that I actually got introduced to because I really liked the boss themes
P.P.S. RARGLE SNARFLE!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Blues and Whites
Glowing Blues, Gleaming Whites
inner fires shimmer with greens and reds
beauty that attracts the Unwanted eyes
Ripped from their rough beds of brown
their flames blaze Defiantly through the dust
the Mothers scent fades from them
the flames have Vanished
faded blues, tarnished whites
-Revan Kohl
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Hnn...
I'm bored, and don't really have anything to say... There needs to be a bigger font selection... Ah well, I have fun with what I gave. I'm cooking chicken for dinner tonight, yum. I only know how to make the one kind though, but it's good according to myself. And my family if you don't want to take my word for it... Any who's its... RANDOM PICTURE TIME!
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| -Calls exterminator- |
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| Don't worry Alice, I'm sure there's someone who'll pay attention to you somewhere... |
Monday, April 18, 2011
Portal 2
I want it... And Why!? Why Is GLaDOS Still Alive!? I Killed You!
KILLED YOU!
-Sulks in random corner for a moment-
Any who's , Portal is fun and Portal 2 looks really interesting. And has a co-op mode. And my older brother will be coming down soon... Play with me...? -Puppy dog eyes in Josh's general direction- Though Courtney (his wife) is coming too so... Might not happen...
That is all... -Sulks in sulking corner after the thought of Josh not paying attention to me-
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Two Characters In One Post!?
These are two characters for the NaNoWriMo story I've settled on:
Story: Amateur (Not sure if I'll keep it)
Name: The Black Cat
Nickname: Black
Gender: None (Looks more feminine than White and will be referred to as a she by most characters)
Age: Unknown
Appearance: Very light skinned, long jet black hair, small, slender build, pointed ears, orange or yellow eyes (undecided but leaning towards orange) with cat-like pupils, and teeth sharper than normal.
Warm Weather Clothes: Black jeans, black t-shirt, a sleeveless black hoodie, usually no shoes, and black leather belt with a white skull buckle.
Cold Weather Clothes: Black jeans, black t-shirt, black combat boots, same belt, and black leather jacket.
Both: Always wears a black chain necklace with a white pendant that looks like it has been broken in half and has half a black cat face on it, and always has headphones to cover her pointed ears when she isn't wearing a hood.
Education: Unknown. Fluent in most languages, and knows most of the worlds fighting styles (doesn't necessarily use them however)
Occupation: Does bringer of bad luck count?
Money Status: Doesn't need or want it
Family: None (unless you count White)
Ethnicity/Race: Certainly not human
Diction: Depends on her mood or need
Relationships: Unknown in the beginning
Attitude: Mischievous, cocky, uncaring, violent, cheerful in an occasionally vicious and cruel way, more curious than White, very unpredictable, and somewhat mentally unstable (not Blacks fault)
Character Flaws: See attitude except for her curiosity and the times she's cheerful in a non-vicious and cruel way
Character Strengths: Will not harm children or those Black and White consider 'pure'
Food: Likes sweets and spicy things, but doesn't actually need to eat
Writing: Usually pretty messy unless Black actually tries to make it neat
Talents/Powers: Can cause bad luck for anyone/anything except for White. Is athletic, and is the faster and more acrobatic/flexible of the two Cats.
Misc.: Has white 'blood', is the impulsive/instinctive side, left handed, and has a tendency to vanish without a trace for varying amounts of time before reappearing to cause havoc and mayhem.
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| The Black Cat looks something like this. She actually turned out pretty well |
Story: Amateur (Not sure if I'll keep it)
Name: The White Cat
Nickname: White
Gender: None (Looks more masculine than Black and will be referred to as a he by most characters)
Age: Unknown
Appearance:Yellow eyes with cat-like pupils, white, slightly longish hair, pointed ears, teeth sharper than normal, and has a taller and more muscular build than Black.
Warm Weather Clothes: White jeans, white t-shirt, either goes barefoot or wears flip-flops, and black leather belt with a black rose and thorny vine buckle.
Cold Weather Clothes: White jeans, white hooded shirt, white running shoes, same belt, and white denim jacket.
Both: Always wears a white chain necklace with a black pendant that looks like it has been broken in half and has half a white cat face on it, and always has headphones to cover his pointed ears when he isn't wearing a hood.
Education: Unknown. Fluent in most languages, and seems to know a lot about psychological and emotional things.
Occupation: Does bringer of bad luck count?
Money Status: Doesn't need or want it
Family: None (unless you count Black)
Ethnicity/Race: Certainly not human
Diction: Depends on his need
Relationships: Unknown in the beginning
Attitude: Uncaring, unpredictable, cautious, manipulative, and somewhat mentally unstable (not Whites fault)
Character Flaws: See attitude
Character Strengths: Will not harm children or those Black and White consider 'pure'
Food: Likes sweets and sour things, but doesn't actually need to eat
Writing: Neat
Talents/Powers: Can cause bad luck for anyone/anything except for Black. Isn't as athletic as Black, and is the stronger and more manipulative (very good at it) of the two Cats.
Misc.: Has black 'blood', is the calculating, manipulative side, and right handed.
Misc.: Has black 'blood', is the calculating, manipulative side, and right handed.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
I've...
Got nothing... Blah, blah, blah... Well, I guess I do have one thing. I've signed up to do NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month.
It starts in November, but I decided to go ahead at make my account on the website before I forget about it. Basically all you have to do is write a 50,000+ word novel in one month... Impossible you say!? Not always. It just gives people who like to write an excuse to be imperfect and be all about output instead of always worrying about how good our story is.Oh! And:
That is all.
It starts in November, but I decided to go ahead at make my account on the website before I forget about it. Basically all you have to do is write a 50,000+ word novel in one month... Impossible you say!? Not always. It just gives people who like to write an excuse to be imperfect and be all about output instead of always worrying about how good our story is.Oh! And:
That is all.
Monday, April 4, 2011
The Cake Is A Lie...
So don't let GLaDOS fool you... Stupid, evil, insane super computer... -Grumble grumble-
GLaDOS is from a game called Portal for anyone who doesn't know/cares. She's evil and insane. And a super computer thing... Yeah... She wants me dead... And I'm stuck! ARGH!
Anywho's, I don't have much to say other than I need a job and am currently looking for one (mother and father dearest are making me...), so if anyone knows of anyone hiring let me know. Please. Preferably nowhere with nuns, snakes, birds, creepy crawlies (unless it's Petsmart, I wouldn't mind working there), and... -Stares in washing machines general directing- The laundry... It's trying to escape...
-Stares out study door on the lookout for evil marauding laundry-
-Stare-
-Stare-
-Stare?-
Yeah... Nothing's coming... The loud banging noise startled me though... And Blue the miniature golden pony.
Ah, well... That be all.
P.S. You just lost the game! -Insert evil laughter here-
GLaDOS is from a game called Portal for anyone who doesn't know/cares. She's evil and insane. And a super computer thing... Yeah... She wants me dead... And I'm stuck! ARGH!
Anywho's, I don't have much to say other than I need a job and am currently looking for one (mother and father dearest are making me...), so if anyone knows of anyone hiring let me know. Please. Preferably nowhere with nuns, snakes, birds, creepy crawlies (unless it's Petsmart, I wouldn't mind working there), and... -Stares in washing machines general directing- The laundry... It's trying to escape...
-Stares out study door on the lookout for evil marauding laundry-
-Stare-
-Stare-
-Stare?-
Yeah... Nothing's coming... The loud banging noise startled me though... And Blue the miniature golden pony.
Ah, well... That be all.
P.S. You just lost the game! -Insert evil laughter here-
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Blurg...
Being sick sucks...
That's kind of all I got... Except that I finally came up with a villain for my Athenied story... One at least... He's a Celtic water demon thing... They're weird... I think I'll throw in a few Fin Men too. Don't know what those are? Look it up, they make my head hurt... Freaking drunkard Celts...
That is all.
P.S. It's the Finfolk, not the Finmen... My bad ^^;
That's kind of all I got... Except that I finally came up with a villain for my Athenied story... One at least... He's a Celtic water demon thing... They're weird... I think I'll throw in a few Fin Men too. Don't know what those are? Look it up, they make my head hurt... Freaking drunkard Celts...
That is all.
P.S. It's the Finfolk, not the Finmen... My bad ^^;
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Sleepy Sleepy
I've lurked until my grandparents came. Now I go sleep. Maybe... Everyone snores in this house...
That be all
P.S. It's 12:15 A.M.
That be all
P.S. It's 12:15 A.M.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Hrmmmm...
I don't really have anything to blog about, but I figured I should at least put something since it's been so long since my last posty thing. The new Poke'mon games came out on the sixth. Not that many people reading this care. But they're fun. I got the White version with the black legendary... It's tail reminds me of a bee for some reason...
Hnnn... (Yes, I really did just make that sound) Would anyone be interested in an end of the world story? Except that what I'm thinking about doing is after the end of the world and the world didn't actually end, just civilization as we know it... Basically WWIII has come and gone and the world is a giant ruin. About 100 or so years have passed since the war and the descendants of the survivors are fighting to survive on the barely livable planet. Oh, but during the war there were a bunch of genetic experiments that created living weapons and such. These experiments escaped during the war and after wards they bred with normal humans, but the genetic mutations/alterations are dominant and are almost always passed to the children. Anyways, the people who have survived so far and haven't been reduced to nothing but savage beasts by the mutations and other assorted things all live in small communities and fight off the beasts, abominations, ect. The main character is going to be an original genetic experiment who had actually been... What's it called... Where you're kind of frozen or something and can't age or whatever? Blah... Anyway, the thing keeping her like that malfunctions and releases her into a world where she has no idea what's happened and travels around to try to figure it out, but the survivors don't know much about the past except as stories. So, she wanders for a bit (I'm going to start the story about a year after she's woken up and I'm not going to mention her being an original experiment or any of that stuff) and she meets this group of people who 'adopt' her. One of them gives her the nickname 'Sprocket' because of her skill with mechanics.
That's all I'm going to put up here, but if anyone has any comments, please comment.
That is all.
Hnnn... (Yes, I really did just make that sound) Would anyone be interested in an end of the world story? Except that what I'm thinking about doing is after the end of the world and the world didn't actually end, just civilization as we know it... Basically WWIII has come and gone and the world is a giant ruin. About 100 or so years have passed since the war and the descendants of the survivors are fighting to survive on the barely livable planet. Oh, but during the war there were a bunch of genetic experiments that created living weapons and such. These experiments escaped during the war and after wards they bred with normal humans, but the genetic mutations/alterations are dominant and are almost always passed to the children. Anyways, the people who have survived so far and haven't been reduced to nothing but savage beasts by the mutations and other assorted things all live in small communities and fight off the beasts, abominations, ect. The main character is going to be an original genetic experiment who had actually been... What's it called... Where you're kind of frozen or something and can't age or whatever? Blah... Anyway, the thing keeping her like that malfunctions and releases her into a world where she has no idea what's happened and travels around to try to figure it out, but the survivors don't know much about the past except as stories. So, she wanders for a bit (I'm going to start the story about a year after she's woken up and I'm not going to mention her being an original experiment or any of that stuff) and she meets this group of people who 'adopt' her. One of them gives her the nickname 'Sprocket' because of her skill with mechanics.
That's all I'm going to put up here, but if anyone has any comments, please comment.
That is all.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Why... WHY!?
Yesterday I was driving with my mum to pick up my little brother from school and she mentioned that my dad had gotten tickets for them to go see Josh Groban (I think that's how it's spelled...?) who my mum loves. This got us talking about other concerts we had seen which, unfortunately, led to us talking about the time my little brother burned his arms/hands so my dad took me to the Bob Seger concert they had tickets too so my mum could take care of Sam.
...
...
...
I WILL NEVER UNSEE THE THINGS I SAW!
-Curled up in fetal position in corner-
Horrifying things... Horrible things... Old flabby women wearing...
BOOB TUBES
Or as we Americans call them, tube tops.
SHINEY SILVER tube tops...
Dancing...
She almost popped out of it a few times...
WHY!?
I don't think she had worn that thing since she was... Much, much younger...
That is all...
...
...
...
I WILL NEVER UNSEE THE THINGS I SAW!
-Curled up in fetal position in corner-
Horrifying things... Horrible things... Old flabby women wearing...
BOOB TUBES
Or as we Americans call them, tube tops.
SHINEY SILVER tube tops...
Dancing...
She almost popped out of it a few times...
WHY!?
I don't think she had worn that thing since she was... Much, much younger...
That is all...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Eh...
So I just got back from walking the miniature gold pony (a.k.a. Blue the golden retriever), and I was talking to my 5 year old brother who was standing in my doorway preventing me from closing my bedroom door. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Hey Sam.
Sam: Hi.
Me: I'm trying to close my door buddy.
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: Can you move please?
Sam: Uh huh. *Doesn't move*
Me: ...
Sam: ...
Me: *Shrugs* Have you had a good day?
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: I love you.
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: Do you love me?
Sam: Yes.
Me: Can you say it?
Sam: I love me.
Me: ... I need to word things better...
End Conversation
This may not seem like a conversation to most people, but for me and Sam it's as close as we're going to get right now. My little brother's autistic so he can't communicate very well, but he has come a long way... Even if he still wont talk to me much... Talks to mum more... Meh...
Me: Hey Sam.
Sam: Hi.
Me: I'm trying to close my door buddy.
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: Can you move please?
Sam: Uh huh. *Doesn't move*
Me: ...
Sam: ...
Me: *Shrugs* Have you had a good day?
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: I love you.
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: Do you love me?
Sam: Yes.
Me: Can you say it?
Sam: I love me.
Me: ... I need to word things better...
End Conversation
This may not seem like a conversation to most people, but for me and Sam it's as close as we're going to get right now. My little brother's autistic so he can't communicate very well, but he has come a long way... Even if he still wont talk to me much... Talks to mum more... Meh...
Monday, February 28, 2011
Hmph...
So tonight for Family Home Evening (for those who may read this and don't know and actually care, I'm Mormon) my family played Wii bowling. I'm not much of a fan, but my parents like it and my little autistic brother loves it so I always end up playing with them though I'm usually reading. My mum has a blog (Wombats In The Belfry) and did a blog about our bowling and summed up my bowling quite nicely. I shall quote her here:
"Well, Jessica doesn't. She sits there reading a book. When it is her turn, she gives the controller a flick, doesn't even look at the screen, and gets a..........
STRIKE!!
Where oh where is the justice in that?????
Someone who's character looks like Michael Jackson on a bad day should not be able to do that!"
One of my Mii's looks like Wacko Jacko and my family gives me grief over it. It's not like I us that one all the time... Blah... Anywho's, tonight was a sad night for mii (see what I did there? Did ya? Did ya? hahaha... ha... ha... Yeah... I'm often told I have my dad's humor...) because I didn't get a single strike the whole game... I blame it on the lack of book reading and the abundance of actually looking at the screen...
That be all, I'm off to sulk about my strikeless night...
P.S. I'm actually off to write/play video games, but... Yeah...
P.P.S. Our sense of humor isn't that bad is it...?
"Well, Jessica doesn't. She sits there reading a book. When it is her turn, she gives the controller a flick, doesn't even look at the screen, and gets a..........
STRIKE!!
Where oh where is the justice in that?????
Someone who's character looks like Michael Jackson on a bad day should not be able to do that!"
One of my Mii's looks like Wacko Jacko and my family gives me grief over it. It's not like I us that one all the time... Blah... Anywho's, tonight was a sad night for mii (see what I did there? Did ya? Did ya? hahaha... ha... ha... Yeah... I'm often told I have my dad's humor...) because I didn't get a single strike the whole game... I blame it on the lack of book reading and the abundance of actually looking at the screen...
That be all, I'm off to sulk about my strikeless night...
P.S. I'm actually off to write/play video games, but... Yeah...
P.P.S. Our sense of humor isn't that bad is it...?
P.P.P.S. My mum's blog: http://www.wombatsinthebelfry.blogspot.com/
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