I just finished typing season 5 and my hands are so tired. Check it out before I contemplate homicide.
-MEG GIRY
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Some stuff from Deviantart
Hey there, Webbers! Imma pull a meg and post a lot of pictures.
Let's start with The Hunger Games, shall we?
This one just looks adorably epic, does it not?
This one, I find hilarious.
He is isn't he? <3
Yup <3 (I probably am not gonna find anyone named Wheat though...)
You remember when Finnick was helping Peeta to shore? This was someones interpretation...
This one... It's hilarious, but if you can't see it on here, here's a link. click it click it click it...
Now, to Maximum ride! This happens to be one of my favorite quotes. She wouldn't let Iggy be in the bathroom at the same time as her because she was in a towel...even though he's blind... But she was fine when Fang saw her in a towel...
This one is cute, and to make Meg mad. It's of Iggy and Ella and Ella carved "Iggy+Ella" on a tree, and Iggy's all like "Is this what I think this is? : )"
This is for the Cats fans out there. Just a funny picture referring to "Macavity the mystery cat" spng where they always say "Macavity's not there!"
And last, but not least... Alphonse Elric looking adorable!!! And all the little kittens!!! <3 (Now how can you think that Fullmetal Alchemist is weird, Crystal???)
That's it for the pictures, but until I post next...
Fly on, (even if you can't fly)
Demy Nom
Let's start with The Hunger Games, shall we?
This one just looks adorably epic, does it not?
This one, I find hilarious.
He is isn't he? <3
Yup <3 (I probably am not gonna find anyone named Wheat though...)
You remember when Finnick was helping Peeta to shore? This was someones interpretation...
This one... It's hilarious, but if you can't see it on here, here's a link. click it click it click it...
This one is cute, and to make Meg mad. It's of Iggy and Ella and Ella carved "Iggy+Ella" on a tree, and Iggy's all like "Is this what I think this is? : )"
Now we're just on random topics. This pic was drawn by one of my friends, who is an amazing artist. And in case Meg or Crystal or anyone who probably knows her doesn't know what I'm talking about, she is commonly referred to as Ferdenand, Alphonse, Wheatly, Bakura, etc.
This is for the Cats fans out there. Just a funny picture referring to "Macavity the mystery cat" spng where they always say "Macavity's not there!"
And last, but not least... Alphonse Elric looking adorable!!! And all the little kittens!!! <3 (Now how can you think that Fullmetal Alchemist is weird, Crystal???)
That's it for the pictures, but until I post next...
Fly on, (even if you can't fly)
Demy Nom
Moving... (and a quote of the day)
Moving isn't very fun. I have to go pack up all of my stuff. And to make it even worse, the house that were moving into has so many problems that I don't even know what all of them are. For one thing, the basement leaks and so much water gets on the floor that you have to vacuum it up. And the lady who sold us the house lied about pretty much all of that crap. The neighbors are glad that she left, so doesn't that tell you something?
Anyway. Here's a quote of the day.
"Just help me! Suck! Suck!!" - Colin Mochrie (from "Whose Line Is It Anyway?")
Fly on, (even if you can't fly)
Demy Nom (Of all of the people on here, I have the worst name... Mine's not creative at al...)
Anyway. Here's a quote of the day.
"Just help me! Suck! Suck!!" - Colin Mochrie (from "Whose Line Is It Anyway?")
Fly on, (even if you can't fly)
Demy Nom (Of all of the people on here, I have the worst name... Mine's not creative at al...)
My son's a sweetheart
Hey guys! The one and only Meg Giry here! Yes, my son is a sweetheart. I should know, I birthed him.
JK inside joke about my lil bro. He plays basketball and (he kinda sucks) the other team didn't have enough players so his team drew names and this one jerk-off cry baby got picked and well- cried. So my son volunteered. So sweet.
GTG
-MEG GIRY
JK inside joke about my lil bro. He plays basketball and (he kinda sucks) the other team didn't have enough players so his team drew names and this one jerk-off cry baby got picked and well- cried. So my son volunteered. So sweet.
GTG
-MEG GIRY
Friday, January 6, 2012
Demy's (suckish) Friday Fantasy!
After being constantly badgered by Meg, I finally have written the first chapter of...
Demy's Friday Fantasy!!!
Which sucks, by the way... I've given it quite a bit of thought though. My mental trash can got full of crappy ideas, too, and some of them probably found their way in here. If they did, I'm sorry. And if you think that this story is stupid and sucks, then I am also sorry. I can usually think of a decent first chapter, though, but after that, I suck at writing.
So, without further adieu... (what does "adieu" mean anyway...?)
DEMY'S FRIDAY FANTASY!
Intro
Nightmare. All it is, is a nightmare. I'll wake up soon I know it.
But I never do. It's real. I just like to think that it's just a nightmare that I can wake up from.
You can never run from nightmares. They just get more vivid the more you try to get away. But when you try to go deeper, unspeakable horrors await you.
And so it happened. I tried to go deeper, find out the truth, but now I'm just stuck in a labyrinth that I can never escape.
Chapter 1: The First Nightmare
Two years ago. That was when. The event that changed my life was two years ago.
Let me give you some background information. Me and my twin brother turned 15 that year. Our birthday was just another day for us, until our mom got sick. There was this disease going around our town that could kill you before you even knew you were sick. Needless to say, it didn't end well. My Dad, my brother, and I were all devastated.
But that's not the event I was talking about. It was not long after that, that our dad, who designs weapons for the military, was offered a large sum of money for some of his weapon schematics. He always used to discuss everything with Mom before he made a decision on something, but since he couldn't do that, and because the client seemed very mysterious, he declined. The client wouldn't take no for an answer though. He said that my dad had better give it to him, or else. My dad refused again.
When he came home that evening, he seemed very distraught. He was in deep contemplation for hours at a time. We snapped him out of it long enough to ask him what was wrong. All he said, and didn't seem to be talking to us as much as just thinking aloud, "Or else...?" I didn't understand it until he ran up the stairs and locked all of the schematics on his desk in his safe. After he had left the room I went up there to see what he locked in there. I opened the safe, I had learned the combination long ago, and saw some weapons drawn out that looked very lethal. I still remember the exact things written and drawn on the sheets of paper due to my photographic memory. I later destroyed all of the schematics after I memorized them all.
Not even bothering to consult my brother, Peter, after I looked at all of the secrets held within the safe, I went to bed with my thoughts jumbled. Or else? I didn't have all of the thoughts straightened out, but I knew something was going to happen.
I was awoken later that night by a sound from downstairs. I sat up and got out of bed. I crept down the staircase and saw something in the darkness of the room. I stepped off of the last step and saw the figure a bit clearer. A...man? "Hello?" I called out in the darkness. The man was surveying the area, and probably wouldnt've noticed me if I hadn't spoken, looked up at me and held his arm out in front of him. My hello was answered by gun shot and awful pain in my right side, right below my ribs. I clenched my wound in my hand and felt the wet, red liquid pouring out. I cried out in pain and fell back onto the stairs. My shout woke my dad and Peter. I heard them fumbling around in the darkness upstairs and then the man stepped over me and went up the staircase. Another gun shot was followed my a moan of my brother's. I could almost feel the pain he was feeling because of us being twins. Another gun shot stopped the moaning and I got a headache. I knew where he had shot him. More gun shots followed.
I couldn't stay conscious much longer. With all of the blood I was losing, combined with the pain in my side, it was all I could do to keep from dying right then. I slipped in and out of consciousness and awoke to different scenes each time. Cops breaking into the house. Inside of an ambulance with doctors hovering over me. Inside of a hospital, with more doctors hovering. Finally I woke up and didn't fall under again. No doctors this time, just me alone on a hospital bed with bandages around my wound. I got a little lightheaded when I sat up, but other than that I felt fine...physically. Mentally, I was a wreck. I couldn't think straight and I ended up breaking down in tears. All of my family was gone. There was nothing I could do about it. Unless...
I ran down the stairs of the hospital and sprinted to the front desk.
"Is there anyone here named Peter or Walter Xyles here?" I said urgently, between each heavy breath.
The lady at the desk just typed something on her keyboard and said, "Nope, sorry. Just a James Xyles, but he was pronounced dead not long ago"
What? Dead? How could they've thought I was dead? Either way, I guess I was legally dead now. But apparently my family was more than legally dead. I walked away with despair clouding my face. I went back up to my room and sat down on the bed. I had to leave soon and find some answers, but first I needed to change out of the hospital gown. It would be very noticeable if I walked out of the hospital wearing that. I eventually found my clothes and put them back on. The blood stains and the hole in it alarmed some people as I walked out, but other than that, I was pretty inconspicuous.
I walked back to my house. I had remembered the route home from the hospital when my mom used to work there and I would come help out occasionally. I was greeted by yellow tape surrounding the house and several cop cars parked outside. I ducked under the tape and made my way toward the house. As I stepped inside there were several news reporters walking up and down the stairs, examining evidence and blood. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to leave. I had to find out who did this. I needed to find the man that destroyed everything I had left. And I will overcome anything in my way.
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And that's the end of the first chapter. I hope you liked it. And again, I'm terribly sorry if it sucked. (And if you are reading this Meg, OKAY! SO I CAN'T WRITE AS GOOD AS YOU! SHUT UP! WE CAN'T ALL BE EPIC!) Oh, and sorry for it being so long.
Fly on, (even if you can't fly)
Demy Nom
Demy's Friday Fantasy!!!
Which sucks, by the way... I've given it quite a bit of thought though. My mental trash can got full of crappy ideas, too, and some of them probably found their way in here. If they did, I'm sorry. And if you think that this story is stupid and sucks, then I am also sorry. I can usually think of a decent first chapter, though, but after that, I suck at writing.
So, without further adieu... (what does "adieu" mean anyway...?)
DEMY'S FRIDAY FANTASY!
Intro
Nightmare. All it is, is a nightmare. I'll wake up soon I know it.
But I never do. It's real. I just like to think that it's just a nightmare that I can wake up from.
You can never run from nightmares. They just get more vivid the more you try to get away. But when you try to go deeper, unspeakable horrors await you.
And so it happened. I tried to go deeper, find out the truth, but now I'm just stuck in a labyrinth that I can never escape.
Chapter 1: The First Nightmare
Two years ago. That was when. The event that changed my life was two years ago.
Let me give you some background information. Me and my twin brother turned 15 that year. Our birthday was just another day for us, until our mom got sick. There was this disease going around our town that could kill you before you even knew you were sick. Needless to say, it didn't end well. My Dad, my brother, and I were all devastated.
But that's not the event I was talking about. It was not long after that, that our dad, who designs weapons for the military, was offered a large sum of money for some of his weapon schematics. He always used to discuss everything with Mom before he made a decision on something, but since he couldn't do that, and because the client seemed very mysterious, he declined. The client wouldn't take no for an answer though. He said that my dad had better give it to him, or else. My dad refused again.
When he came home that evening, he seemed very distraught. He was in deep contemplation for hours at a time. We snapped him out of it long enough to ask him what was wrong. All he said, and didn't seem to be talking to us as much as just thinking aloud, "Or else...?" I didn't understand it until he ran up the stairs and locked all of the schematics on his desk in his safe. After he had left the room I went up there to see what he locked in there. I opened the safe, I had learned the combination long ago, and saw some weapons drawn out that looked very lethal. I still remember the exact things written and drawn on the sheets of paper due to my photographic memory. I later destroyed all of the schematics after I memorized them all.
Not even bothering to consult my brother, Peter, after I looked at all of the secrets held within the safe, I went to bed with my thoughts jumbled. Or else? I didn't have all of the thoughts straightened out, but I knew something was going to happen.
I was awoken later that night by a sound from downstairs. I sat up and got out of bed. I crept down the staircase and saw something in the darkness of the room. I stepped off of the last step and saw the figure a bit clearer. A...man? "Hello?" I called out in the darkness. The man was surveying the area, and probably wouldnt've noticed me if I hadn't spoken, looked up at me and held his arm out in front of him. My hello was answered by gun shot and awful pain in my right side, right below my ribs. I clenched my wound in my hand and felt the wet, red liquid pouring out. I cried out in pain and fell back onto the stairs. My shout woke my dad and Peter. I heard them fumbling around in the darkness upstairs and then the man stepped over me and went up the staircase. Another gun shot was followed my a moan of my brother's. I could almost feel the pain he was feeling because of us being twins. Another gun shot stopped the moaning and I got a headache. I knew where he had shot him. More gun shots followed.
I couldn't stay conscious much longer. With all of the blood I was losing, combined with the pain in my side, it was all I could do to keep from dying right then. I slipped in and out of consciousness and awoke to different scenes each time. Cops breaking into the house. Inside of an ambulance with doctors hovering over me. Inside of a hospital, with more doctors hovering. Finally I woke up and didn't fall under again. No doctors this time, just me alone on a hospital bed with bandages around my wound. I got a little lightheaded when I sat up, but other than that I felt fine...physically. Mentally, I was a wreck. I couldn't think straight and I ended up breaking down in tears. All of my family was gone. There was nothing I could do about it. Unless...
I ran down the stairs of the hospital and sprinted to the front desk.
"Is there anyone here named Peter or Walter Xyles here?" I said urgently, between each heavy breath.
The lady at the desk just typed something on her keyboard and said, "Nope, sorry. Just a James Xyles, but he was pronounced dead not long ago"
What? Dead? How could they've thought I was dead? Either way, I guess I was legally dead now. But apparently my family was more than legally dead. I walked away with despair clouding my face. I went back up to my room and sat down on the bed. I had to leave soon and find some answers, but first I needed to change out of the hospital gown. It would be very noticeable if I walked out of the hospital wearing that. I eventually found my clothes and put them back on. The blood stains and the hole in it alarmed some people as I walked out, but other than that, I was pretty inconspicuous.
I walked back to my house. I had remembered the route home from the hospital when my mom used to work there and I would come help out occasionally. I was greeted by yellow tape surrounding the house and several cop cars parked outside. I ducked under the tape and made my way toward the house. As I stepped inside there were several news reporters walking up and down the stairs, examining evidence and blood. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to leave. I had to find out who did this. I needed to find the man that destroyed everything I had left. And I will overcome anything in my way.
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And that's the end of the first chapter. I hope you liked it. And again, I'm terribly sorry if it sucked. (And if you are reading this Meg, OKAY! SO I CAN'T WRITE AS GOOD AS YOU! SHUT UP! WE CAN'T ALL BE EPIC!) Oh, and sorry for it being so long.
Fly on, (even if you can't fly)
Demy Nom
Meg Giry again (yes again!)
Meggie's hands are tired, she just typed the whole first episode of season 5. I really don't wanna look at this screen anymore and my dad is making me play basketball with him (after his emergency toe surgery). Christine and I are going to start another blog with hunger games story (possibly) comment if you like the idea.
I'm dizzy
MEG OUT
I'm dizzy
MEG OUT
Meg's Romantic Mind pt. VI
This is the final installment of this series. I will start a new one Friday 13th, 2012 entitled "It was a normal day" I really hope you like it. Here is the end of Meg's Romantic Mind:
"Influenza," Said the fat doctor,"Cases have been breaking out all over Europe, how the girl got it, well, I'll never know. But she must stay here, or risk infecting all of Paris. It hasn't touched France until now, I'm going to have to report this."
Matthew screamed,"They will slaughter her!"
"She'll die anyway!"
I moaned. My mother let a shrill cry.
"Let me by!" yelled the doctor. It took all my energy to raise my head and open my eyes to see Matthew blocking the Doctor's only exit.
"Save her first. Don't report her."
"They'll have my permit."
"And I'll have your head on a stick in my garden!" A hoarse laugh escaped me, and I sounded like hell.
Matthew looked from me to the doctor."Please help her," he whispered,"If not for me then Madame Jules, for the girl, please!" When had he started caring for me so? I tried to ignore the tears Mother dripped on my face as I listened to Matthew.
"I will kill you if she dies,"Matthew said, trying bad cop again. The Doctor gave a resigned sigh before he said,"Fine."
The doctor retreated to somewhere in the house, and they all held rags over their faces when I was near, or rather they near me, I never left my bed. Matthew always stayed by me, and once the rag left his mouth. For an extended amount of time.
"P-put the rag back on," I moaned.
"No."
"P-plle-"
"Don't talk," he whispered.
"You n-need t-to go to he-her. To-to bleagh drawga..." My speech was already slurring. I was dying slowly. Maybe he should've let them kill me.
He didn't say anything. Why was he staying?
"I won't leave you. I stay with you till you-"
"Pity," I whispered. That was the reason.
"No."
"Yeaw, yeaw," I mumbled drunkenly, presently, the pain in body was growing stronger. I would not last the night, this much I knew.
"No. No pity do I feel for you," he whispered.
"Lies..." I whispered. Oh how I was tired of them! My lies...
"No." he said again.
He had never told a lie to my face besides the pity he supposedly felt for me. Pitiful. But I had told many a lie to him. It needed to end. For when he went to his Phantom Mistess to confess, he would find nothing but darkness. Darkness in his mind and soul. The lies on my part needed to end.
"Mattwew," I groaned,"My bwgag," and I pointed toward my wardrobe.
Warily, he stood and walked to the wardrobe and reaching in, he pulled out the violet accessory. He simply stared at it for a moment, as if he recognized it.
"Mah! Mwah!" I reached my hand toward him frantically grabbing. He handed it to me and his hand grazed mine in the process.
Gently, my sore hands felt the violet mask and, sparing a glance for Matthew, thrust it onto my face. His eyes did not bulge, his lips released no gasp. His burning eyes simply caught mine, and tears welled in his dark honey eyes. He took his hands and wrapped them lovingly around my frail ones and my head snapped up to look at him.
"Meg," he whispered.
"Matthew, my Matthew."
And he leaned in and before I could respond, I felt my chest cracking and my self seizing, but his lips pressed hard to mine, and he never noticed the breath leaving my body and the emptiness filling it, but in my last moments, I felt his kiss and that was all that was there. It filled me, and tried to revive me, but it was not enough.
And when he pulled away,
My head fell limp.
And I never had the time to cry out in pain
***
The next several,...well, what felt years, I wandered in blackness and for a while I was frightened to step on it, but I got used to it. And, after years and years, I found the edge. The pure solid blackness turned to grey puffs of smoke, less stable. I leaned over the edge and my eyes caught sight of the first light I'd seen since...when? When I kissed Matthew I had had my eyes closed. So before then, right before I put the mask on.
I gasped at the sight before me. My body lay cold enclosed in the black silver chamber. The bodies, all clothed in black morned and cried, but only for my mother. She bawled over my body and I saw Sorelli comfort her. Sorelli! Little Jammes! They had hated me because of Matthew! Because, despite of his mother, he had contacts in the opera house like the Comte!
Matthew...Matthew...Matthew! Matthew! Where was he? Frantically my eyes scanned the crowd, and he was no where to be found. I remembered him saying...He couldn't live without the girl in the mask. No! I had been traveling...was he so strong? So bold faced as to...no. He didn't have the gall.
I opened my mouth, but no noise came out, and as I gently cried, no water poured from my eyes. So the gentle crying turned to fierce sobs, until the warm hands touched my waist from behind. And the sobs wracking in my throat stopped, and it turned to soundless laughter. He flipped me to face him, and his warm mouth met mine. I pushed him back for just a moment, just to see his face.
"How much do I love you?" he mouthed.
"How deep is the ocean, how high is the sky?" I mouthed and we kissed each other.
And in the dead silence, we shared forever, on the little grey puff of cloud. It carried us to Heaven where our Highbourn Kinsman came, and married us. And our forever was legal,
And forever it lasted.
"Influenza," Said the fat doctor,"Cases have been breaking out all over Europe, how the girl got it, well, I'll never know. But she must stay here, or risk infecting all of Paris. It hasn't touched France until now, I'm going to have to report this."
Matthew screamed,"They will slaughter her!"
"She'll die anyway!"
I moaned. My mother let a shrill cry.
"Let me by!" yelled the doctor. It took all my energy to raise my head and open my eyes to see Matthew blocking the Doctor's only exit.
"Save her first. Don't report her."
"They'll have my permit."
"And I'll have your head on a stick in my garden!" A hoarse laugh escaped me, and I sounded like hell.
Matthew looked from me to the doctor."Please help her," he whispered,"If not for me then Madame Jules, for the girl, please!" When had he started caring for me so? I tried to ignore the tears Mother dripped on my face as I listened to Matthew.
"I will kill you if she dies,"Matthew said, trying bad cop again. The Doctor gave a resigned sigh before he said,"Fine."
The doctor retreated to somewhere in the house, and they all held rags over their faces when I was near, or rather they near me, I never left my bed. Matthew always stayed by me, and once the rag left his mouth. For an extended amount of time.
"P-put the rag back on," I moaned.
"No."
"P-plle-"
"Don't talk," he whispered.
"You n-need t-to go to he-her. To-to bleagh drawga..." My speech was already slurring. I was dying slowly. Maybe he should've let them kill me.
He didn't say anything. Why was he staying?
"I won't leave you. I stay with you till you-"
"Pity," I whispered. That was the reason.
"No."
"Yeaw, yeaw," I mumbled drunkenly, presently, the pain in body was growing stronger. I would not last the night, this much I knew.
"No. No pity do I feel for you," he whispered.
"Lies..." I whispered. Oh how I was tired of them! My lies...
"No." he said again.
He had never told a lie to my face besides the pity he supposedly felt for me. Pitiful. But I had told many a lie to him. It needed to end. For when he went to his Phantom Mistess to confess, he would find nothing but darkness. Darkness in his mind and soul. The lies on my part needed to end.
"Mattwew," I groaned,"My bwgag," and I pointed toward my wardrobe.
Warily, he stood and walked to the wardrobe and reaching in, he pulled out the violet accessory. He simply stared at it for a moment, as if he recognized it.
"Mah! Mwah!" I reached my hand toward him frantically grabbing. He handed it to me and his hand grazed mine in the process.
Gently, my sore hands felt the violet mask and, sparing a glance for Matthew, thrust it onto my face. His eyes did not bulge, his lips released no gasp. His burning eyes simply caught mine, and tears welled in his dark honey eyes. He took his hands and wrapped them lovingly around my frail ones and my head snapped up to look at him.
"Meg," he whispered.
"Matthew, my Matthew."
And he leaned in and before I could respond, I felt my chest cracking and my self seizing, but his lips pressed hard to mine, and he never noticed the breath leaving my body and the emptiness filling it, but in my last moments, I felt his kiss and that was all that was there. It filled me, and tried to revive me, but it was not enough.
And when he pulled away,
My head fell limp.
And I never had the time to cry out in pain
***
The next several,...well, what felt years, I wandered in blackness and for a while I was frightened to step on it, but I got used to it. And, after years and years, I found the edge. The pure solid blackness turned to grey puffs of smoke, less stable. I leaned over the edge and my eyes caught sight of the first light I'd seen since...when? When I kissed Matthew I had had my eyes closed. So before then, right before I put the mask on.
I gasped at the sight before me. My body lay cold enclosed in the black silver chamber. The bodies, all clothed in black morned and cried, but only for my mother. She bawled over my body and I saw Sorelli comfort her. Sorelli! Little Jammes! They had hated me because of Matthew! Because, despite of his mother, he had contacts in the opera house like the Comte!
Matthew...Matthew...Matthew! Matthew! Where was he? Frantically my eyes scanned the crowd, and he was no where to be found. I remembered him saying...He couldn't live without the girl in the mask. No! I had been traveling...was he so strong? So bold faced as to...no. He didn't have the gall.
I opened my mouth, but no noise came out, and as I gently cried, no water poured from my eyes. So the gentle crying turned to fierce sobs, until the warm hands touched my waist from behind. And the sobs wracking in my throat stopped, and it turned to soundless laughter. He flipped me to face him, and his warm mouth met mine. I pushed him back for just a moment, just to see his face.
"How much do I love you?" he mouthed.
"How deep is the ocean, how high is the sky?" I mouthed and we kissed each other.
And in the dead silence, we shared forever, on the little grey puff of cloud. It carried us to Heaven where our Highbourn Kinsman came, and married us. And our forever was legal,
And forever it lasted.
THE END
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Multiple topics.
1. SKIMBLESHANKS THE RAILWAY CAT! Grrrr... why must that song be so freakin addictive?
2. Get ready for a friday fantasy by me! And if you don't like that the main character is a hot blonde dude, then deal with it.
3. (time to get serious) What has happened to country music? It used to be clean and now they just... ugh.
anyway,
fly on,
Demy Nom
2. Get ready for a friday fantasy by me! And if you don't like that the main character is a hot blonde dude, then deal with it.
3. (time to get serious) What has happened to country music? It used to be clean and now they just... ugh.
anyway,
fly on,
Demy Nom
Meggie Giry with NEWWWWSSSSS
QUEEN BEE OF GOSSIP REPORTING. loyal readers, I am happy to announce that my other blog OG SOAP OPERA LINK HERE WITCHES, is coming to a close. I just finished posting the final episode of season 4, Meg's Revelation and am about to star season 5, The Christine Trilogy.
Christine and I are currently in the process of making the final season, season 8 THE FINAL ACT. *sad* and I hope you tune in for it.
Okay, I was going to finish copy and pasting my criminal minds fan fic for next Friday but guess who picked me up because he had emergency toe surgery causing my limitations of compute and Microsoft word availability to me? my dad.
*sigh*
-ALBINO OUT!!
Christine and I are currently in the process of making the final season, season 8 THE FINAL ACT. *sad* and I hope you tune in for it.
Okay, I was going to finish copy and pasting my criminal minds fan fic for next Friday but guess who picked me up because he had emergency toe surgery causing my limitations of compute and Microsoft word availability to me? my dad.
*sigh*
-ALBINO OUT!!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Cats! (because Jellicles can and Jellicles do!)
Weeee! Demy's first post of the year!
I auditioned for Cats yesterday and I am super freaked out. I totally sucked at dancing and singing and those are necissary for thd roles I tried out for. I mean, who wants a Grizabella that can't sing, or a Rumpleteazer that can't dance. Ugh... I hope I get a good part.
Yours Jellicley (hopefully),
Demy Nom
I auditioned for Cats yesterday and I am super freaked out. I totally sucked at dancing and singing and those are necissary for thd roles I tried out for. I mean, who wants a Grizabella that can't sing, or a Rumpleteazer that can't dance. Ugh... I hope I get a good part.
Yours Jellicley (hopefully),
Demy Nom
Quote of many days.
"So, there's like a picture of me like biting a baby's head"
"What, your chupacabra?"
"Oxygen Postassium...OK"
"I have passion in my pants!"can you believe that was said by my mom?
-MEG
"What, your chupacabra?"
"Oxygen Postassium...OK"
"I have passion in my pants!"can you believe that was said by my mom?
-MEG
Meg is Back
Okay, here is Meg. TATATA!! Okay, ummm not much to say. Heroin #1 wouldn't shut up to day. Red-ranger's girlfriend can not act. 76 trombones is stuck in my head. Criminal Minds is on tonight. I have library with an annoying Jewish kid (not discriminatory). I WANT MY REPORT CARD SO BAD I COULD KILL FOR IT. ummmm. don't know what else to say.
I'm reading War and Peace and The Scarlett Letter. Yes, I know I'm weird, your not the first person to think it. DUDE! I'M GONNA STAB MY SPELL CHECK! SHUT UP ALREADY!! I miss Rory....
Why does Meg not have crush on any guys right now? I havn't had like anything but one (crappy) crush all year. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?? MY HORMONES AREN'T WORKING RIGHT!! WORK IMBALANCES!!
anyway,I'm starting a criminal minds story. My character is Caitlin Kingsley. She is a...well read the story. I like it and I heard many a complement to my previous story Meg's Romantic Mind and I thank you all for reading it. I know none of you likes criminal minds but suck it up and Reid...I mean read (dude! I did that on accident!!!) so, I hope you like it regardless.
MEGGIE SAYS BY-BYE!
I'm reading War and Peace and The Scarlett Letter. Yes, I know I'm weird, your not the first person to think it. DUDE! I'M GONNA STAB MY SPELL CHECK! SHUT UP ALREADY!! I miss Rory....
Why does Meg not have crush on any guys right now? I havn't had like anything but one (crappy) crush all year. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?? MY HORMONES AREN'T WORKING RIGHT!! WORK IMBALANCES!!
anyway,I'm starting a criminal minds story. My character is Caitlin Kingsley. She is a...well read the story. I like it and I heard many a complement to my previous story Meg's Romantic Mind and I thank you all for reading it. I know none of you likes criminal minds but suck it up and Reid...I mean read (dude! I did that on accident!!!) so, I hope you like it regardless.
MEGGIE SAYS BY-BYE!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Omg!!!!!!!!
So sorry I haven't been posting. But I've been busy. Anyway, I have just read the draft of 'megs romantic mind part VI' and it is AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you will absolutely love it!!!!!!!! Oh well you must wait until Friday to see it. No spoilers from me. K, well Crystal Poppin just did this post from her new iPod & now, sadly, i must be off. Fare well my viewers, tell more people about us, okay. Bye now people
Sunday, January 1, 2012
REID VIDEOS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gLi7ER8bi4&feature=related Reid's happy song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JN1YRZTiPs&feature=like-suggest&list=UL
Omg. the one above made me cry. This is my fav. Reid has run away from the BAU and they are trying to find him. He has had a breakdown because he believes he is schizophrenic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeZG3LfcjsE&feature=related
This one is just weird...he is a hotdog...I love Halloween, it's my favorite holiday. But this is weird. It is why I love it...I think I'm gonna watch Reid's Trailer again...cry some more... sounds good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s27wzCasOt4&feature=related
In this one...he hypnotises a chicken. Proof that black magic of the Phantom runs in his veins. I TOLD YOU CHRISTINE!! I TOLD YOU HE WASN'T JUST A DRUNK JOHNNY DEPP!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxTWwTVAWZo&feature=related
Proof that Reid and I could never be together...the whole foregin language thing though...two of my favorite books are in Russian and French...don't laugh at me! I SAID STOP LAUGHING!! OH CRAP THE VOICES ARE BACK!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSEh0Gv_yEM&feature=fvwrel
Dr. Reid is white, nerdy, and the baby of the BAU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ny1X4_zrDEc&feature=related
OH MY GOODNESS!! CRYS YOUR GONNA LOVE THIS!! I DIED LAUGHING!!
-MEG OUT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JN1YRZTiPs&feature=like-suggest&list=UL
Omg. the one above made me cry. This is my fav. Reid has run away from the BAU and they are trying to find him. He has had a breakdown because he believes he is schizophrenic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeZG3LfcjsE&feature=related
This one is just weird...he is a hotdog...I love Halloween, it's my favorite holiday. But this is weird. It is why I love it...I think I'm gonna watch Reid's Trailer again...cry some more... sounds good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s27wzCasOt4&feature=related
In this one...he hypnotises a chicken. Proof that black magic of the Phantom runs in his veins. I TOLD YOU CHRISTINE!! I TOLD YOU HE WASN'T JUST A DRUNK JOHNNY DEPP!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxTWwTVAWZo&feature=related
Proof that Reid and I could never be together...the whole foregin language thing though...two of my favorite books are in Russian and French...don't laugh at me! I SAID STOP LAUGHING!! OH CRAP THE VOICES ARE BACK!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSEh0Gv_yEM&feature=fvwrel
Dr. Reid is white, nerdy, and the baby of the BAU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ny1X4_zrDEc&feature=related
OH MY GOODNESS!! CRYS YOUR GONNA LOVE THIS!! I DIED LAUGHING!!
-MEG OUT
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