Dear Galinda, You Are Just To Good...

Ah, Wicked, listen to it long enough, you start to like it a lot. thanks a heap, Onyx, I now enjoy the music. To the point I was singing What Is This Feeling when I woke up this morning. That and some song called 'Bella Note`'...which, in my dream was the song sang in Lady And The Tramp...I don't know if it really is, but it seemed to work out well, because on the third floor of my Education Station, the grand-piano they had managed to get up the stairwell and the other senior students who were doing this for their graduation, seemed to agree.

And there I was, sitting on a stool, behind a podium, listening to them play and singing along. After the song, a student I avoided my entire career thus far in that building...because, well, he frightened me...he thanked me, gave me a hug and kissed my cheek...then we played patty cake and he left. It was bizarre. Then there was a large confrence scene, the lighting went from bright to dull and back to bright again as the dream progressed, but it was mostly dull during the meeting part, where Onyx and I spoke about REBEL, an anti-tobacco organization, how it benefitted this very blog. Which, in fact, it doesn't...I don't know how my mind worked that one out. Oh well, strange dream.

And onto other news, I watched The Grudge last night with Father and Sibling. It was good, I had already scene more than half of it on TNT or one of those stations though, so I knew how it ended. That little boy though, the one that makes cat sounds, still scares the crap out of me. In fact, my silly mind as the little urchin sitting right under my computer table right now. So, I won't be looking under there for a while...for I am afraid of my irrational fear. Yay me!

So, I'm going to give you something that I haven't in a very long time...at least, I don't remember giving you one of these in a very long time. I could be very wrong, but I'm sure you'll all enjoy it either way. A Quote of the day! Brought to you from...well, Last Night....^_6


Quote Of Last Night
[Sibling and I are doing the Dishes-Cleaning up after Dinner and The Grudge-Around 10 o'clock]
Sibling:Y'know, how the woman came down the stairs...
Me:The one in the bag?
Sibling:Yeah, her hair was wet.
Me: (O_o)
Sibling:Their hair is always wet. Someone's dead in a horror film, they're tall, skinny pale people with stringy black wet hair. No matter where they died.
Me: Uh huh... -notices the connection-
Sibling:The kind of face when you see when you walk passed a mirror. All pale...
Me:-smiles-
Sibling:No, not you.
Me:-shrugs- So, you're saying, if they died in the Sahara, they'd haunt you and be wet?
Sibling:-laughter- Yes. Yes I am.

Good times. I looked under my desk. There was nothing there. Shocker, right? All right, I'll talk to you all later.

Keep Your Horror Hair Dry,
-Jereality

The Nightmare.

Yesterday started out wonderfully. I woke up early, got ready for a pool party, went to the pool party and had a blast with all of my friends. After that, I went home and walked to the nearest FYE store and bought the new 'The Used' CD, a game for Sibling (Ratatouille...or something like that...she beat it already), and the Special Edition of Titanic. Well, I watched thirty-five minutes of it before I had to go to dinner. It was alright...then I went to Onyx's house. It's always a blast there. We cleaned up a bit, talked..argued, rather about economics - I read, Onyx did the talking - and that went on for about an hour or so. Fun and games since I had gotten there.

Then, at 2-ish am, it was bed time. Sleep started out well...

Then I had the worst nightmare of my life.

It wasn't a nightmare in the sense I was frightened, but it was no dream either. I can assure you of that.

It starts out, my entire family - Mother, Father, Sibling and I - all aboard the Titanic, everything is white and clean...everyone is laughing and Father turns to me and hands me this little blue and white china dollhouse stove. It was beautiful, and only about three inches by four inches. He said it was his Grandmother's, and that he wanted me to have it. There was so much joy in his eyes...he's one of those people that knows everyone, and when he's happy, everyone's happy. When he's sad, everyone else is sad. He's just got one of those personalities, which, happened to transfer over into my dream.

A box of other little china figures were on the floor where I sat, a box with a crank sitting beside it. So, I put the little stove Father had given to me on the box with the crank. I stood up for a moment, then turned around and watched the little stove sink like quicksand into the box. I opened the little drawer, and saw the stove in puzzle pieces. Father stared at me, a frown on his lips, 'it's okay', he had said, 'we can just put it back together.' It barely brought a smile to my face, but I closed the little drawer anyway, a grinding sound coming to my ears. I opened the drawer again, and the pieces were gone. Another drawer had appeared under that one, so I opened it, hoping to see the little stove. There was nothing there except the little iron burners that had been on top. My little gift, Father's Grandmother's little China stove was gone.

The scene then changed drastically. Mother, Sibling and I are on the ground, in a patio type area. Not one of those little patios, with the tent covering, and a stone floor, no. The side of the house was bright white, there was no covering, and the ground was cement. But it was gigantic, gorgeous and all pure white.

Mother was humming softly to herself as she individually wrapped oatmeal cookies on sticks - like a lollypop cookie... - and tied the little baggies with bright red ribbons, so the plastic would stay on. She took one, and handed it to me, no smile on her porcelain looking face. She was my Mother, I knew it, but she seemed like a villain from a Disney movie. tall, thin, dark hair, white face and dark red lips. Keeping along with the white theme, she was wearing a white dress, a black fishnet looking corset around her waist. Sibling was by her side, a slight, sinister grin on her face.

'Give your Father the cookie,' Mother told me. I smiled and nodding, knowing exactly what it was, so caught up in the moment as I ran up the stone stairs and into the Master bedroom. There was Father asleep in the huge white four poster bed. He woke up when I came in and ran to the drawer to rip off the plastic coverings, leaving it, the ribbon and a few crumbs on the wooden surface before I ran to him. 'I made you a cookie, Dad!' I shouted, a smile on my face as I handed it to him. He smiled, and kissed my forehead, taking the cookie from me and eating it. The words rang through my head as I watched a look of disappointment fill his light blue eyes.

Mind you, my brain remembers every single detail about my Father and sticks them right in this dream, as if it were reality.

'Feeling choked up?' my Mother asked, her arms were crossed over her chest as she stood at the foot of the bed, Sibling standing right beside her, looking almost identical. Father looked at me, tears coming to my eyes as I looked from the wrapper on the table, to the bits of crumbs on the bed, Father's eyes welling up as he died.

I knew what I was doing. I knew what it was. I poisoned him. 'I made you a cooke. I did...'

That was probably the first time I've ever woken up crying. I woke up at 5:25 am, and stayed awake until 7:13, unable to go to sleep, Father's disappointed eyes looking straight at me. No matter what I did, I couldn't shake the nightmare. I went downstairs quietly, got a drink, wet my face, and went back to Onyx's room. Everything I thought of seemed to link directly back to memories of my life with my Dad. Which made me cry again. I don't know how I got to sleep again...but I did until eleven.

It all seemed so real, the wave of shock that ran through my nightmare self, the fear, the pain of killing my own Father...I couldn't believe it. Why would I even dream up that? God knows I love that man with all my heart...why would I kill him? I don't understand it.

And it wasn't like I could goo walk to his room, and wake him up to talk with him or anything...I wasn't at home. Worst sleep ever. The worst. Made me understand how mortal people are...and that understanding hurts.

Sweet Dreams,
-Jereality

The Equation

What do you get when you've got two bored people, one who is willing to get messy, the other a culinary enthusiast, a Mother who will supervise whatever crazy schemes the two may think up, a marble slab and a stove full of possibilities?

Well, you get a mess is what you get. Around four o'clock, Sibling and I decided we were bored, though, I didn't want to do anything, while she, on the other hand, complained on the steps that she wanted to 'make the, y'know, sugar stuff.' Mother and I looked at each other from our respective lounge spots, 'taffy?', we had proposed. 'No! The...where you just pour it out and it comes in strings? You know! The sugar!'

Needless to say, we had no inkling of what she was talking about, so we pushed the taffy theory until she believed that is what she wanted. So, she took off, to my room, which was a shock to me when I entered, computer already on and logged onto my name...Anyway, she ran down stairs, flailing a paper in my face, saying 'jereality! Jereality! Make this with me! It'll be an adventure. We're going on an adventure, Charlie!* An adventure!' So I sighed, and heaved myself from the wonderful couch which I had cleaned seven hours prior at the crack of dawn, and followed her into the kitchen, where, I sat myself on a chair, uninterested.

Uninterested, of course, until the goop was laying on a marble slab on our table, just calling my name. 'Go on, Jereality, pick up that spatula...fold me over, c'mon, you know you want to. I'm all sugar...So tasty...' All of a sudden, I was in the front lines, ordering my goopie sugary army of tooth decay and clogged arteries into battle! Then, Sibling and I split it evenly, and I took my half of, well...sort of liquid sort of solid corn syrup sugar water with 1 1/2 tablespoons of butter, and dyed them our respective colors. Sibling chose Green, which is odd, because her color is red, and I chose blue...because it's the best.
^{This is before the color, Sibling is working hard here...kneeding, or something...I dunno...}
She added some peppermint flavoring to hers, as did I, and then I promptly turned my nose up at the sticky, peppermint smell of my blue goop. Then it dawned on me, Vanilla extract smells nice. So, I added a drop or two of that, and...nothing happened.
^{Us kneeding our...goop}
No insta-charm to make the stuff taffy-life, it continued to move around like...well, glue, really. Now that I think about it. Sibling and I finally decided nothing was going to happen, so, we played in it. Boy howdy, that stuff made some awesome sounds when you slam your hands in it. Eventually, we mixed both of our blobs together to make a giant canvas. We drew all over it...tasty...




Oh the fun adventure that was, until, there was cleanup. In which case paper towells was not the best thing to use. A sponge, and some hand soap, on the other hand...works wonders. But no, seriously, we washed that sucker until it was spotless. Good thing about marble, that sticky stuff comes right off. Oh, and to let you all know, it really did taste pretty good. Mine, better than Sibling's...because I'm not a fan of that all too powerful peppermint...I'm sure it was tasty to anyone else though, I mean, if you like peppermint, and all...

And just for you, we decided to throw out a shout out to one of my most interesting past times...Complaining, whining, and mindlessly chatting to all of you. I dedicate this mass of sugar, corn syrup, butter, water, neon blue, green, peppermint and vanilla extract to you, my readers...You deserve it...Plus, it's pretty cool, I think. Sibling wrote the 'JER' part, I did the 'EALITY' part....and almost ran out of goop for the 'Y'....no biggie...you can still sort of see it. We both stuck our hands in the pictures, but you can barely see my finger tips...Sibling, on the other hand is in the photo...Yeah...Enjoy!



I Hope All Of Your Sugary Adventures Go Smoothly,
-Jereality

_{*Charlie, from Charlie The Unicorn Goes To Candy Mountain...Go check it out if you like funny things, and unicorns and singing candy pieces. It's lots of fun...Enjoy!}

A Little Bit Late...

Well, as you recall, last night's adventure led me to remain awake until the wee hours of the morning...In fact, I fell asleep to the sunrise and the birds singing their morning songs... You know how a normal person gets, like, seven to eight hours of sleep a night? I got at least ten, for I fell asleep at five and woke up at three pm. Yes, Three O'clock....the little coo-coo-clock downstairs was singing and I just laid there, in my bed, thinking to myself 'Self, you are still tired...'

On that note, I decided to go downstairs and heat up some Chinese food from last night's dinner...and top off the Root Beer that we got for free. That's what happens when you spend over fifty dollars at the Chinese food place across the way. Anyway, I cleaned the living room after that, and now I think I'm going to vaccuum my room, because everyone is awake...or gone. Which means I have free range of volume, i.e., the vaccuum. Yay me! So, that's about it...If anything interesting happens, well, I'll hop back on the computer and type it to you all.

Get Rested,
-Jereality

Summer Has Begun

You heard it here - probably - last, folks! Summer has arrived, and with its weather, so have the bugs made their appearance also. Or rather, their marks... Yes'iree bob, in fact, I'll show you a picture.
See? Right there? That is what we call a mosquito bite. I usually don't get bitten, because I try to be mean, thus giving me not so sweet blood, ergo, no eating. Unfortunatly, I have been rather nice, and quiet, and pleasant...wouldn't you agree? Anywho, I got a bug bite, and I am less than thrilled.

Also, I'd like to mention that it is 2:59 am, Friday morning, and I currently want to vaccuum my bedroom. But I cannot. For the other members of my family would frown upon it...if they were awake. In other news, I think my cat has fleas, and the dog is slightly blinder than usual. Ah, the woes of Jereality...No matter, I'll get over it...Except this bug bite...and that nagging feeling you feel when there is a piece of hair on your arm and you just can't seem to get it off....Anyone have days like that? Ladies? Men? Other? You go to brush it away only to find nothing there in the first place, then feeling it again...I hate that...big time. I also hate people who nag on and on and on about stupid things, so I'm going to stop that. Right...now. Yeah, all out of my system...

Alright, I think I might do some laundry then read...or color....or watch a movie...or read and color while watching a movie...and painting my nails and eating some cereal. Or...I'll just put myself to sleep with some Dramamine...Either way, I'm a happy bug bitten person.

Keep the Repellent nearby and enjoy the heat...



-Jereality

The End.

Not only is it a great song by My Chemical Romance, but it also marks the last day of the Education Station I attend. I am rather pleased with my bad self, what with moving up in my years, and getting more privileges. And yet another title. You know what I mean by titles, yes? Well, there's the general, seventh graders, eighth graders, then the titles of Freshmen, Sophmores, Juniors, and Seniors...and once you're done being a Senior, you go to being a Freshmen again. It's all very monotonous...but like I said before, the privileges are a lovely bonus.

I had water ice today. Blue; the only color worth eating...of course, I was later given red, which I mixed to create a tasty purple color. I thought you'd all like to know that there is dirt under my left hand ring finger nail...do you all know how annoying it is to type with something under your fingernail? But I am progressing, because I love you. If it weren't for all of you avid readers, I wouldn't be getting any hits. And without the hits, I wouldn't blog...because there'd be no one out there to go and say 'wow...she's a fruitbat, that Jereality. I like 'er. Boot mark time!'

And without something as random as myself, or as informational about small nothings as I am, I'd worry for your mental health. Very unfortunate...the lack of mental health in your heads from not reading my blog. Of course, you'd all probably be a bit saner if you didn't, and kept the random to me...but where's the fun in that? Honestly?

Okay, it is time to make my exit, and leave you with the title for this post...

The End.

-Jereality

XTU And Other Things...

Hello! And welcome to my blog!

Now that I've got that out of my system, I'd like to apologize on the lack of information I have given you about my life. Well, on Saturday...what is this month? June? Wow..June already. Anyway, on Saturday, June 9^th I went to the XTU concert...Philly's Country Music station, or something...I don't know...but it was freakin' hot! The weather, the guys, the music...did I say weather already? Man, am I glad I didn't wear jeans like I said I would.

Well, we, my band of merry music lovers...seven or eight of us total, were on a bunch of beach towels and blankets all set up on the lawn area, and a friend, DisneyGirl, had gotten front seat tickets...So, some of us would get to go down and see the acts up close. Of course, the sitting area was open to everyone until 5 o'clock, when Clint Black came on, and all the guys after that...

It was pretty awesome...Man, I wish I'dve brought my camera...there were several amazing shots of landscapes, and a couple shots I could've taken of the 37,000 people there. Confederate flags were everywhere. One guy, in particular, who, my dear lady readers, was quite the looker... ^_-...He wore a black cowboy hat, jeans, and a confedorate flag as a cape. The girls in my band of music lovers began to call him Confederate Flag Man...because that's what I called him. Not to his face, of course, but from afar.

So, we waited for a while, listened to some music and played cards on the towles and stuff, and had a lot of fun. I was in the seats for a singer called Luke Bryan...He's a sexy little guy, really, he is, and he has such nice teeth. And after Luke, was Bucky Covington, he was amazing too. I think you should all check them out, it's good stuff to listen to. It's country music, but it's still amazing, for all you readers who are die hard rock fans..or if you're a power pop type of person..Whichever, just give 'em a listen and see if you like them or not.

Also, if you got this address from XTU, as I wrote it on two beach balls that were floating around, and texted in on the big screen in the inner seated area, welcome to the blog. It's great to see you - figuratively - here...and I hope you'll stay and read on, giving comments and such, regardless of what I type....

As for the 'Other Things' part of the title, I've since forgotten what they were...So, instead of chaning the title to just 'XTU', I'm going to leave it, and assume you're going to use your imagination, giving me a good rest of the weekend in your minds.

With Internet Based-Love,
-Jereality

Rather Odd...

This was chillilng as an advertisement when I logged into AOL the other day, I thought it was interesting...Thought I'd share it with you all...It came with this nifty article, and this picture...


"Two-Toned Lobster Caught Off Rhode Island
ABC News
(June 2) - Fishermen are scratching their heads at a rare catch off Rhode Island.

Strange Animals
A half-brown, half-orange lobster is the talk of the town in Little Compton, R.I. The unique-looking crustacean was caught off the coast of Newport.

Lobster aficionados say the chances of catching a two-toned lobster is one in 50 million. By comparison, the odds of finding a blue lobster are about 1 in a million.

In fact, the lobsterman who caught it thought someone was fooling with him.

When a similar two-toned lobster was caught off the coast of Maine last year, Bette Spurling of the Mount Desert Oceanarium’s told the Associated Press that lobster shells are usually a blend of the three primary colors: red, yellow and blue. Those colors mix to form the greenish-brown color of most lobsters. The two-toned lobster caught off Rhode Island apparently had no blue in half its shell.

Bernard Arseneau, a former manager at the oceanarium's lobster hatchery, said lobsters also have a growth pattern in which the two sides develop independently of each other.

ABC News reported that the two-toned lobster was heading to an aquarium for all to see. This two-toned lobster was caught off Rhode Island in May. Lobster aficionados said the odds of netting one are one in 50 million.

And this was in a small portion labeled 'Other', so I checked it out...Poor Kitten...
In December 2005, a kitten named Cy, short for Cyclops, died a day after its birth in Redmond, Ore. A condition called holoprosencephaly caused the deformity.
"

In other news....

" Illinois Students Denied Diplomas Over Cheers
Tropical Depression Barry Hits Gulf Coast
Boy's 'Wild Pig' Claim Is Hogwash, Owners Say
Tuberculosis Patient Asks for Forgiveness
'Dr. Death' Jack Kevorkian Freed From Prison
"

That's about it...I'm listening to Cats, ANdrew Lloyd Webber's....yeah, he's a freakin' genius...He also did Phantom of the Opera...another favorite of mine...Ya'll should check 'em out..They're musicals though, so, if you don't like those...I don't have anything more to say about 'em to you....Enjoy the rest of your night!

I Like Chocolate Milk.

And to prove this little fact, I have found a compilation of statements, thus proving my liking of the Chocolate Milk.



There we go. That's Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends..I watch that show. It's very funny. That, up there, that's Cheese. His brother's name is Blooregard, but they just call him Bloo...Together, they're Bloo Cheese...., get it? And his creator? Well, his name is Mac...and together..they're Mac and Cheese...Yum...

Which, brings me back to my childhood. I really am a six year old at heart...truthfully. I mean, I think like my age, and I act like it, but when it comes to the simple things....like food...I'm six.

Mac and Cheese with hotdogs, cut up in little bite sized bits with a bit o' ketchup, all mixed together in a bowl with one of the little baby forks....good times.

Peanut butter and Grape Jam on white bread, cut diagonally on a Bounty white paper towel, and a big glass of Nestle's chocolate milk..The syrup, not the powder. Yeah. I like chocolate milk. I just had a PB&J for my snack/dinner and found that I could use a glass of Chocolate milk...as is what I would usually get when I was six, for lunch time. When Mother was Mommy...and she'd make my lunch...good times. Good Times.

I Like Chocolate Milk...Don't Get Me Started On Cereal...
-Jereality

Brushin' Up, And Lookin' Down

Good Evening, My Lovlies!!

Ah yes, today was good. I think. I don't really remember, I believe I was 'out-of-it' almost the entire day, just thinking. Don't fret though, you should never fret when I talk like that. I am not one that needs to be fretted over. Believe you me. Father says that all the time...'Believe you me'. I think its bizarre, but I say it anyway. It's sort of like a threat, and sort of not...

Anyway, back to my day. It was uneventful. And I realized that I am sort of organized...in my mind, at least. Everything that was stored in there is now on paper, for the household to see....That is...if they know where to look. And I, of course, know exactly where to look. For example, both calendars in the house...and my little year-planner we receive at the start of every year at the Educational Facility.

I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow, I think. Cut and dyed...A nice red color...If I weren't so paranoid, I'd give you pictures. But I am, so I won't. Use your imagination. I know you've all got one, or even two, if you're lucky. Otherwise, you'd have a very difficult time reading and understanding what I type to you.

It feels good to have my blog working with me again. I don't know what I'd do without it, really. I would just sit on my computer chair, and just...swivel...an open screen of Safari (my internet) open on the desktop...Mind you, said desktop would be in order, every item in a folder, every folder nicely placed into the Ultra-Folder I like to call 'All My Folders', followed in a line by 'Stories', then my external hard drive link, and then a bunch of articles I need for a post I'm going to do here later...tomorrow maybe. I don't know, it's all unclear now. The tea leaves and crystal ball aren't telling me anything new.

Well, I suppose I should be heading to sleep now...Even though I took a bit of a nap earlier, and am not tired. Oh well, I'll think of something, get bored, and crash a while later. See, crystal balls help....If only I had one....oh well...G'night!

May Your Tea Leaves Be Clear, And Your Futures As Bright As The Sun...

(awfully cheery, eh?)

-Jereality

Wives Tale remedy?

Alright, this is my second post for today, and I don't know why I'm posting it. This is what I'm going to call a Remedy. A wivestale of sorts. Say you've got an ulcer or a coldesore in your mouth? The kind that burn like a beastie if you had some serious citrus, you know the ones. Well, get some Asprin, and scrape off any protective sugar coating its got, and stick the asprin on the sucker, and wait. Of course, if you're a wimp, don't do it...Not only does it taste really bad, it begins to burn, as it is an inflamitory and is eating away at the inflammed area of cheek muscle...So, enjoy that tid-bit of information while I wipe the asprin from my inner lip. Yummy.

Oh yeah, this is my second time doing the Asprin thing, a bit after you take the asprin out, the cold sore/ulcer thing doesn't hurt anymore. Just a little FYI.

Happy Birthday-Is That Pie?!

That's right, readers! I made pie! In fact, I made two pies. Mincemeat, and Pecan. And yes, I did add the butter this time..I don't know if I told you about that...I found it, turns out I made him a pie his last birthday too....June 3^rd, 2006, there it is. I had the butter...it was all good news, and happy faces. Yah, made him those pies last night, finished them at 9:50-ish, and then left 'em on the stove to cool, and all of a sudden, ten o'clock rolls around and the door opens. 'Whas'at??!!!'

It's Father...Home from work. 'Oh, those pies look great, hun', he says. I cast a glance a Mom, and she almost grimaces. 'You don't see those.' She pauses. 'And Jereality made 'em, actually.' 'Pies look great, Jer' ' he says. 'You don't see those.' I pause, 'and thank you.'

'Whipped cream looks good too,' we hear him say from the kitchen. 'Oh, but you don't see that,' he mumbles to himself, grabbing a 'sammich', and some ice cream. Always a fun time, always.

What else can I say to you? Hm...My finger are kind of numb, all cold and stuff...I don't know why, they're usually not like this...the constat 66 degrees thing, with the fan usually keeps me at a stationary temperature...I don't know whats up today...Maybe 'cause its cooler outside than normal, or what...I dunno...Oh well, I guess I should go and do something Education-Related, as it is Monday tomorrow....

Oh, and just so you know, the pies are amazing....
Don't Forget The Butter,
-Jereality

Maximum Ride: Saving The World And Other Extreme Sports

Mighty fancy title, wouldn't you say? I would. And I did..funny old world, eh? Anyway, I picked up the book on...Thursday? I want to say Thursday...and it's sat on my table, and in my purse/bag and on my book/DVD case thing beside my bed until Friday, which would be the next day. What can I say, it travelled for a while before I cracked the spine. Anyway, it's about these kids who were aken and placed in a lab, genetically mutated-DNA enfused, as they say, with Avian...DNA...

That's one to many times I've said DNA in that line. Kind of made my head hurt. Regardless, there are six kids, twelve wings, and one amazing story that - thus far - spans three novels; those of course, reside comfortably above my head on a shelf attached to my wall. Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment, Maximum Ride: School's Out - Forever, and finally, Maximum Ride: Saving The World And Other Extreme Sports. They're pretty amazing. You should all go and read it. In fact, you should start with book one, which is The Angel Experiment, then come back and tell me how you thought it was. Just so I know if my advice, prodding, threatening - whichever I did, worked.

Now, onto me. I seem to be lacking enthusiasm for myself, actually. Unfortunate, that fact. Except, I've been really wanting to start writing my stories again. I've been having this half-dream, half unconcious dream, half wish-i-could-do-this-on-tv sort of thing. Add that to a half of three stories I'm writing and you've got one screwed up equation. Of course, I'm sure Dess, from Midnighter's could solve it with ease. That's what I wanted to talk about. Midnighters the book I had to finish before Maximum Ride...I remember now, it's all coming back to me...

-Breaks into song-

Ah yes, Celine Dion, and your hits...good stuff. So, I'm telling you all now to go out and buy two series' of books. One, by James Patterson, and the other by...um....hm...what's his name? Scott Westerfeld. Yeah. He wrote Midnighters, there are three books in that one, as it is a trilogy. Tri, as in three..logy, as in, buy them all. Put them together, you get 'buy all three ' them'. There you have it, a bit of me, a bit of my favorite mutant avian DNA kids, and a couple of kids who travel around in hour 25. Enjoy your nights, and sleep tight.

Unless, of course, you're like me, and have decided to put sleep behind you and destroy braincells on the computer. It's all good.

I vill now destroy dah Snickahs bahs,
-Jereality