MARILYNN HAS MADE IT INTO MY LIFE!!

CHOIR PLAYLIST THIS SPRING:
FORGET YOU: CEE LO GREEN
SOMEONE LIKE YOU
ROLLING IN THE DEEP:ADELE
RAINBOW CONNECTION

AUDITION PIECES FOR NEXT YEARS CHOIR
THE VIRGIN MARY HAD A BABY BOY
THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC:MARILYNN MONROE

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS


GUESS WHO NEEDS GLASS? MEG. BIFOCALS. LIKE AN OLD LADY. CUZ I'M BE READING IN THE DARK AND I'M NEAR SIGHTED. GREAT. WHO WANTS TO BE I CAN FIND THE NERDIEST PAIR??? I THINK I CAN.




-MEG
(DIAMOND'S ARE A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND!!)

Finally! Chapter 8 is upon us!!!

Chapter 8: Now What?

'He only has one bullet.' Peter thinks. 'I'll take it, you run.''You've gotta be kidding me. I'll take it!' I think back.
'Come on! I'm as good as dead anyway!'
'I'm not letting you die! Just follow my lead.'
'Ughhh.. Stop being so difficult.'
I lunge from the ground and grab Joseph's leg as he points the gun between me and Peter. He loses his footing for a second and I grab the pocket knife from where he clipped it at his waist. As I take it and flip it open, the knife leaves a gash in his side, spraying my face with his blood. I spit the vile red liquid from my mouth and shout for Peter to run while Joseph is busy with his wound.
It's slow going at first, but Peter eventually gets up enough speed to at least be jogging. I release Joseph's leg, taking the knife with me, and follow Peter.
"Get back here!" Joseph shouts to us, running afer us and holding his side.
"Hurry up!" I tell Peter.
"Okay." Peter gasps for air and tries to pick up the pace.
We run through a few hallways, taking random turns here and there.
"Where're the guards?" I ask over Peter's panting.
"Not--sure," he answers.
Joseph follows us through every corridor with little effort, even though he has to have lost a lot of blood by now. In fact, his shirt is soaked.
We keep running, just barely evading Joseph's shots from his gun. We finally have to stop when we reach a dead end.
"End of the line?" Peter gasps.
"Ye-- wait, look!" I say and point to a rusty old ladder over on the side of the wall that leads up to a door in the tall ceiling. "C'mon!"
We climb and exit through the door. We end up on the roof, somehow. I guess we were on a pretty high floor of a very high building. "I guess jumping's not an option..." Peter says.
"Well, it's that or get shot..."
"Getting shot is quicker."
"We're not gonna die!!!" I shout, not too sure of myself. "I'll think of something!"
Just then, Joseph bursts through the door and reloads his gun. "I've had it with you two. Let's just get this over with, all right?"
I start breathing heavily in anxiety. What am I supposed to do with a knife in this situation? Being on the edge of a roof with someone fifteen feet away from you and pointing a gun at you puts you at a sort of disadvantage.
But I try, anyway. I run as fast as I can with the knife clutched in my hand. It takes only a split-second for my mind to register the sound of the gun. But I don't feel anything, though. I quickly turn around and see Peter falling down.
"Peter!" I shout. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, please, God. I start to run back toward Peter, but the gun goes off again. And this time, I do feel it. Right through my stomach.
I fall down near Peter, gasping for air, both of us, for that matter. I feel like all the shots I've received in my life finally caught up with me. Along with blood spewing from my mouth.
"Finally!" Joseph says, standing above me. "Took long enough."
I start to swear, but more blood cuts off my words. Instead, I grab my knife from the ground and reach up as far as I can and end up stabbing Joseph right in his stomach. This brings him to the ground, and I lean over him. All of my rage that I've been holding for this moment surges through my arm and brings the knife down in Joseph's chest. I don't stop until he stops breathing. And then keep going.
I fall back down beside Peter. Please let him be alive. Please, please, please.
'I am.' he thinks to me. No doubt it's too painful to talk. It's the same for me.
'Where'd you get hit?' I ask. My mind is almost to foggy to even talk. Well, think.
'Spine. Hurts bad. Can't feel my legs.' he answers. 'You?' We're probably both beyond saving, but I don't let him hear that. I try to change the subject. 'Blood tastes awfull.' I try to give a reassuring smile, but the blood on my mouth just makes me look creepy.
'Stomach.'
'Yeah. ...You kill him?'
'Yeah. You probably couldn't even tell who it is anymore.'
'So, now it's over?'I do care. I finally found out that Peter's alive, then he gets taken away. At least this time I'm going with him.
Peter smiles at me. 'It'll be okay.' His eyes close, but his smile remains.
I take one deep breath before I let the world fade.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well, I apologize for killing everyone, but I didn't really know what else to do. I hope you liked my story though.

-Demy
'Maybe. I don't care either way.'
'Me either.' he groans.

I'VE MISSED YOU GUUUYYYYSSSSS!!!!

Internet has been down. I've been away from my laptop. In other words, VERY limited access to the blog.
Cats has been going wonderful! We had our first real show yesterday and it ROCKED! Tony was amazing as Macavity, and tonight, he rocked Rum Tum Tugger. Although, I heard that he was smoking during intermission, which scares me. He's in high school. WTF?
Either way, I'm still having a good time.
I'll post my Fri Fant soon. LAST CHAPTER! THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!! Next Fri Fant will be about Mistoffelees. Then the next one will probably be based on X-Men.
I got 2 books today. The Maze Runner and I am Number Four. I'm pretty happy.
And I am tired, so I do believe I will get off of here soon.

See ya,

Demy :3

Anger

I am so mad, I could kill right now. I hate the ginger. He's got himself a new girly friend. I hope he goes and dies in a hole that bastard. I'm not going to even sensor the bad words right now. Sorry Meg, I should have listened to you in the first place. I was just to, involved in him I guess. Well, for all I care, he can go fuck himself. I hate the little whore that us going out with him too. I know it's not her fault, but she is stupid for thinking he actually likes her. I knew he was going to do something like this, and I thought maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if I knew already. I was soo wrong. The pain from this hurts. If you've had a guy do this to you, comment and tell your story. I'll post my Friday fantasy later, I need to sulk. Maybe punch a punching bag

Pain

I'm not exactly in pain besides my mouth hurting like b**** because of my braces. I should get them off in august though. I'm in mental pain. I've been thinking of how much I love the tromboner here lately, and it hurts to know he doesn't even like you. I mean, I don't talk to him, but I would if I could! My face turns as red as a stop sign when we even make eye contact. It's a very bad situation. I wish I could get the flirt to talk to him about me, but she likes him too. I warned her though, if he ever asks her out and she says yes, I will never talk to her again, and do everything in my power to make her life miserable. If I don't kill her first. It's against girl code, I totally called him first. I called dibs back in fourth grade. She didn't even know him in fourth grade! I win! I love him sooo much, and he'll never know it because he won't take the chance to get to know me. If he would just talk to me, it would get easier to talk to him! I could text him, but you know, he'd be like, "How did you get this number??" and I would have to be like, "Umm, I've had your number since fifth grade." and that just sounds stalkerish. I can't explain how much I hate myself for how much I love him. I'm never going to get a chance with him, I need to get over him, but I just can't! 4 years of waiting can do that I guess. I keep catching him staring at me, in my general direction at least, but I can never stare him down cuz I get too nervous and blush. Gosh, please, please I'm begging you viewers, leave me a comment on what to do. You click the box below that says reply, type your message, the click profile and click anonymous. Then publish! We, I, would love to hear from you all.

LET'S BE BAD VIDEO/SONG

HERE'S FOR MY FRIENDS WHO DIDN'T UNDERSTAND LET'S BE BAD!

-MEG

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN OF WHAT STEPHANIE MEYER DIDN'T SAY was just posted by Meg.

Beltrano, or Edward Jacob, learns his feelings for Jane are fake. As his indifference grows to hate, he learns to love another member of the Voturi guard, learning there is a difference between love and love making.

Giselle and Edward have a break through as he learns about her past, and her abilities. As they stray too close to the line of her boundaries. He learns of his love, but who does she love?

-MEG GIRY

Marilynn had it wrong, I DO NOT enjoy being a girl/Passing out in the girl's bathroom before school is not fun

Meg is sick today. She had to miss school. Why? Well, I got to school really early this morning because my mom had some crap today early. It was like 7:30. I'm-well-menstruating and I've been having TERRIBLE cramps. Worst I've ever had. So, when I get to school I go to the bathroom. I start getting dizzy on the walk there and by the time I'm in the stall, I can hardly hear because my ears are ringing, I'm seeing spots, and I'm about to throw up. What happens? I pass out. Well, less pass out and more collapsing because I'm still conscious. I text my mom and she comes around 8:01 to pick me up. I HATE BEING A GIRL!! PERIODS SUCK!! SO RATHER BE A DUDE!! What is your puberty? Voice change and penis hardening. Yes, I just said that.

-MEGGIE OUT!

IKUNO TAKAHOSHI/HONORS ENLGISH/LET'S BE BAD/MY LIFE IS ENDING/CATS

SUCH A TITLE CAN ONLY COME FROM THE INCOMPARABLE *DRUM ROLL* MEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGG GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY!!!

Yes! Your Meggie is back and she is extremely sorry! I have been working my ass of for the past week! And still yet there is work to do!! RE-CAP FOR MY VIEWERS

MONDAY:I met my Japanese student to which I was to host. IKUNO TAKAHOSHI. SPOKE NO FRIGGIN ENGLISH!! HARDLY ANYYY!! SORRY GIRL. Everybody got to be such friends with theirs Mine didn't say two words to me.

TUESDAY:Finally said goodbye and my ass-working-off began. Typing for Honors English (which I pray I get into!!) I am still behind on History and Algebra though. And Science. I STILL HAVE A 100 IN HISTORY AND HAVE 113 IN SCIENCE!! SOMETHING IS GOING RIGHT!! (Maybe it was the whole "If math and science just ain't your style, just give that teacher a wink and a smile!" just kidding)

I am soooo swamped. We STILL have to finish our Rube Goldburg project (hopefully) by next weekend (is what I would like). DEMY!!! YOU WERE SOOO BOSS IN CATS!!

WEDNESDAY:We saw Cats today. I TOLD YOU ALL TONY WAS GOING TO BE BOSS!! I TOLD YOU!! HE PLAYED RUM TUM TUGER!! SEXIEST TUGER EVER!!! OMG!!

Anyway, I will be working on my other blogs after this because I've been a neglective mother :(

spencerreidmindreaders.blogspot.com  and   renesmee-and-edwardjacob.blogspot.com

-MEG JULES GIRY

Tired

Heyy people. Crystal is back from her busy a** week. I am sooo tired! I need to sleep, but I don't. I'm going to do like meg, recap of the week.

Monday: met my Japanese student, Yoskay. I don't know his last name. I think it started with an M, but I'm not sure. He made me a beast bracelet. That's right, he MADE it. And to make it better, it has my 3 favorite colors. Purple, blue, and green. I refuse to take it off, unless bathing of course. Yoskay was soo cute. If only he spoke more English. It was the cutest thing! He kept apologizing for not being able to speak English well. We attempted to have a conversation during my library time. It was interesting. He asked me what my two favorite subjects in school was. Science and literature, I respond... He falls asleep in literature. It's ok though, so did I. Before you judge me, we were watching a video about the holocaust and I hated it and it was boring. I laid my head down on my binder and woke up just before the video ended.

Tuesday: Got upset because Yoskay showed up to school late, I thought he was going to skip. I taught him math. Lol, again, that was interesting. He was fascinated by me being able to play the saxophone. He asked for my picture with me playing it. Elmo thought Yoskay wanted porno or something cuz he kept taking pictures. HES FROM JAPAN ELMO!!! HES GONNA TAKE PICTURES!!! Tried to have another conversation with him during library. He got on the computer to look up origami and made me abigilion stuff. I now have a crane, two flowers, the first letter in my name, a boat and a ninja throwing star. Yoskay gave my friend Japanese money and that made her day. Lol, they have coins, it's really cool. Then he had to leave. :'( I was soo sad! I escorted him to lunch then went back to class. I got to see him again right before lunch though! He just came in from outside and was all sweaty and gross. He goes "Crystal!" and gives me a big hug. I was thinking GET OFF ME!!! YOUR SWEATY AND GROSS!! I didn't mind that he was Japanese, but him being sweaty bothered me. We got a couple of pictures... I gave him my email (PLEASE EMAIL ME!!!) and he gave me his, but it said it wasn't real. Maybe I typed it in wrong or he wrote it down wrong or maybe he just doesn't like me I don't know. But I do know I will miss him a lot. We hugged like three times within like 10 minuets. After he was cooled off, and no longer sweaty, his hugs were better than the gingers! Take that ginger! I found someone who hugs better than you! Ha!

Wednesday: still upset that Yoskay left. He is probably on his way back to Japan now, I MISS YOU!!!!!<3!!! went to see 'Cats' today. YOU WERE GREAT DEMY!!! the rum tum tugger was a beast!!! I love you tugger!!! I was ready to stab this stupid little w**** that kept talking to the ginger. Not the 'cat' meg. The one that 'cuts herself'. She's one of the w****s that apparently sat on his lap. One minuet please (turns away and screams(THAT F****** B****!!! SHE IS A F****** S***!! THAT M*****F****** C***!!!)) ok, better now. Wait, not quite. (Again turns away(S***!!!!)*punches wall*( OWWW!!!! D*** YOU!!!)) now I'm done. I should be done anyway. At least I dont actually say the words! I bleep them out!!! I've worked my a** off yesterday and today to try to finish my honors English papers. Got it all done except for one more creative writing piece(Got any ideas, comment). Don't worry Meg, I'm positive you'll get in. I'm positive I won't get in, but in trying anyway. The worst they can say is no. Anyway, Crystal here has to get up at 5:45 in the morning, so I am going to bed now. Night y'all. Lol.

Your sad blogger, Crystal Poppin.
a Watashi wa anata o aishite Yoskay!(私はあなたを逃す！)Watashi wa anata o nogasu!(私はあなたを愛して！)(I love you Yoskay! I miss you!)

Proof I'm Not A Wizard/Laughing At Death Scenes is (Apparently) Inappropriate...

PROOF MEG GIRY IS NOT A WIZARD:"ACCIO PEETA!!...ACCIO!! AAAAAHHHHH-KKKKEEEEEYYYY-OOOOOOOOO

Guess who saw the HUNGER GAMES LAST NIGHT??? MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (AND DEMY AND CRYS!!)

Apparently, laughing uncontrollably at Cato's death scene was inappropriate. (IT WAS SOOOO FUNNY! Here's Meggie:Psh!! HAHAHAHAHAHHA. heres the theatre:W-wha-wha WAHHHHHH/ WHOSE THE BITCH IN THE FRONT LAUGHING???

Josh Hutcherson was amazing but Jennifer Lawrence kinda sucked. Sorry. RUE'S DEATH SCENE SUCKED BALLS! I BLAME JENN, SORRY.

PEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU WERE SEXY!!!

Did I tell you Demy is my lover? I LURV YOU, DEM-AY! (P.S. YOU'RE PERFECT! (YOU'RE PERFECT) SO WE'RE PERFECT TOGETHER!!)

-MEG GIRY

Conflicted

I am Conflicted with emotions. Meg is mad at me and now I feel really upset. I know she hates me, no matter what she says. I wouldn't be surprised if she skipped out on my birthday party. I wouldn't blame her either. I deserved to be called stupid, a bitch, a bastard, a jackass, just about any negative word you can think of. I hate myself, but I can't bring myself to stop texting him. He posted pictures of him and other girls on Facebook, and I think he is a bastard, but I can't stop texting him. Im sorry Meg.



Crystal

POLL

I'm not going to talk about how mad I am right now, just look at my comment on Crys last post.

Obviously, Jasper Hale came in first, with Dr. Spencer Reid and Jacob Black tied for second. Iggy, Harry Potter, and Peeta Mellark all came in last with 1 vote. Thanks for voting guys! I'll start the next poll now. And I have a good idea...

-MEG

THE BUS RIDE OF HELL

THE BUS RIDE OF HELL was...hell. Sat beside Redranger some of the time, which wasn't so bad. When he wasn't screaming, he was actually plenty gentleman like. I saw the real side of 'the ginger' which I hope taught Crystal a lesson-That men deserve to rot in hell.

I got dared to kiss 'the maxwell' (for those of you know who he is. His voice is so nasilly!) I did not kiss him!! ewww!!

Apparently I came home and had a panic attack and cried for the rest of the night. Serious hyperventalation. I had calmed down after I had been home for an hour and called Crys and Demy, who were still on the bus.

I'm going to try to finish Chapter 3 on CRIMINAL CRANIUM ( spencerreidmindreaders.blogspot.com )

READ CHAPTER TWO!! I LOVE IT!!

-MEG GIRY

Crystals Friday Fantasy VII

Okay guys, I have a plan in what happens, but I don't know exactly how I'm gonna get there. ON TO THE SHOW!!!!!


He peeked his head in the room and about broke down in tears at the sight of his broken Crystal. She was hooked up to a machine that beeped with her heart and her whole upper body was wrapped in gauze. Blood had soaked through, making him feel sick. His feeling of hatred at the person who shot her growing the more he looked at her. He walked over beside her bed and sat in a chair. He wanted to be there when she woke up. He searched for her hand in all the gauze. He gently wrapped his hand around hers. He could feel his eyes watering and felt the tears start to roll down his face. She was so still, he didn't know if the machine was right about her heart beating. Her breaths were so shallow you could barely see her chest moving. He laid his head on her shoulder and continued to cry. He didn't want to lose her. He prayed to God the same prayer over and over, 'Please, God, please, let her live.' it must have been at least 20 minuets before she stirred. He lifted his head and wiped his eyes so she wouldn't see the tears. She opened her eyes and looked around. Her eyes landed on him. "Jeremy?"
"Crystal," he said with a smile.
"Oh Jeremy!" she exclaimed. She reached around to give him a hug and gasped. She pulled her arm back and shook his hand off and put hers over her heart.
"Crystal! What's wrong?!" he stood up so fast he knock the chair over.
"Jeremy," she gasped, her eyes closed, "Jeremy, I'm fine. I just can't reach that far. Please give me a hug. I missed you so much." she never opened her eyes and never moved her hand from her heart. He gladly gave her a hug and sat back down. "Jeremy," she asked, finally looking at him, "What happened? I remember going in to kiss you, then there was a loud sound, and I don't remember anything till now."
"You were shot, Crystal. I don't know by who, but they shot through my window to get you." his eyes teared up just thinking about it again. "I remember being frantic to call the police and thinking that you were... That I was too late. Blood was everywhere. The walls, the counter, it was all over me, and pooled on the floor. I thought I had lost you, Crystal. I promise, I'm going to find who shot you and kill them." she just stared off in space. She had confusion and pain written all over her face.
"Jeremy," she looked up at me, "Am I going to make it?" I had to look away. Tears were running down my face non-stop now.
"Of course yo-" she had cut me off.
"How long do I have Jeremy? Please, don't lie to me either." her voice was full of emotion, and she too was crying.
"They... They don't think you'll last a week. I wont let that happen though. I... You have to make it, Crystal." 'I need you in my life' I thought. She was sobbing now. I stood to give her a hug and didn't let her go until there was a soft rap on the door. I turn and look to see who it is. A big bouquet of yellow and red tulips come through the door, blocking the persons face. The person sets them down on a table with their back to us. "Nice to see you again, Crystal." he turns around and Crystal gasps in surprise. I stand, my hands already balled into fists as Jack waved his hand.


What will happen next? I don't even know what will happen! So no hints for you!

Dashing and Back-Stabbing

Hello guys. I just posted my Friday fantasy and I wanted to actually post more. You may wonder why this post is named 'Dashing and Back-Stabbing'. I am love struck and also hurt, but by two different guys. Okay, new person being introduced to our blog vocabulary. I shall call him 'the tromboner' because he plays the trombone in band. I don't know what else to call him, but, I saw him in a tux tonight. He was 'Dashing'. Sooo cute. Sexy even. Oh, I wish I didn't blush every time I talk to him. It's a bad blush too, my whole face turns beat red. I have liked him since I first saw him 5 years ago. I think he hated me though. He wouldn't talk to me for one quarter of the year, he would walk away from me when I tried to talk to him, heck, HE TOLD THE TEACHER ON ME BECAUSE I LIKED HIM!!!! Oh well, I will always love him... I would die for him. Yesterday I said that about the ginger, no, I lied. Not for him. I like him a lot, but I like the tromboner soooo much more. I've had multiple dreams where I've had to die to save him, and I've gone gladly, just to make sure he would live. I love him. I wish he knew how much I love him, maybe then he'll give me a chance. Anyway, he was pretty sexy in his tux and HE TALKED TO ME AND DEMY!!!! I almost feinted! He just told us how awesome we sounded in our band contest. (We got first.) I wanted to tell him he cleaned up good, but I didn't because that's how big of a coward I am! I mean, it wasnt a long conversation, but, we talked! God, I love him. I wish I could describe him to you guys. But if he's reading, that would be terrible. I could go on and on and on about him, so on to the 'Back-Stabbing' part. Also tonight, the ginger stabbed me in the back.(I still love him, but not as much.) According to Meg, on the bus ride home, he had a girl on his lap and he kissed her cheek. He also had a girl beside him laying her head on his shoulder. Talking about it makes me want to cry. Meg will say he's not worth it, but she doesn't understand. I've liked him for 3 years. He told me he loved me. Said I was beautiful. Then he goes and does this. It makes me sick to the point of crying in betrayal. He denies it,(denies the girl on his lap and kissing her, but not the whore laying on his shoulder.)(sorry for my language) and I'm going to believe him. Meg won't be happy, but, she's going to get over it. Sorry Meggie!! I think your wrong this time. If any of you viewers think you can help me out with the tromboner, please comment and tell me what to do. It's okay to comment about things guys. Tell us how to make us better!


Your Emotional Crystal Poppin'

Back Online and signing up for the SAT.

Yes! I haven't been able to get online for a while, but I'm back. That's right, you can't get rid of me that easily.

So, what's been happening with me?

Nothing.

Not true. I have been researching collage shtuff and trying to deal with my ghost being all creepy. (Stop it Jesse.)

Murder

I will kill Meg Giry! Call me a procrastinator and someone that doesn't care about her grades AND LETTING ALL 1123 VIEWERS KNOW IM ON MY PERIOD!!!! I am a procrastinator but I care about my grades!!! Anyway, *sigh* I wish the ginger would ask me out already. I LURVS HIM!!! I'm not kidding. I would die for him if I had to. Sorry, I'm emotional here. Hormones are all wack. Bye bye for now. CRYSTAL!!

Let Me Wear That Scarlett Letter, Let's Be Bad!

How many times have I used a lyric from LET'S BE BAD as my title post? Ugh. Obsession.

Two concerts tomorrow, so I might get home late and not have time to post.

Nothing real exciting today, sorry.

THIS BLOG WILL BE ON TWITTER! After this post, I will be setting up Twitter accounts for all posters on this blog. GET READY WORLD HERE COMES MEG GIRY! MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER!! I WILL FRIEND YOUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUOUOUOUOUUU!!!!

-MEG

I'M CHEATING ON MY WIFE, MAN!/MOTHERLY LOVE

QUOTES FROM THE GIRY

"I'M CHEATING ON MY WIFE MAN! I NEED THE MONEY!"

Fishy (an extremely short funny boy who's in choir) said this. He slaps his friend (or tries to on the back as he gets up to get measured) on the butt and fishy's friend, the Indian, yells so non chalontly,
"YOU'RE GAY!!"

So funny. Not alot happened today. DEMY SKIPPED! SCREW HER! SCREW!!

Oh, yeah, CRYSTAL POPPIN' STARTED HER PERIOD! (She's grounded and won't notice this post:)) I'M SO PROUD OF HER!! MY LITTLE BABY!!!!

Who saw SMASH Monday? I just watched it on my DVR. Let me tell you, I thought the kid that played Leo was pretty cute, but then he started bawling and he was the sexiest thing in the world. I LURVES HIM!!


-MEG

P.S. MATTHEW!! EMAIL ME BACK!!

I'M THE QUEEN OF THE RED-HOT MAMMAS!/Al Capone Is A Buddy Of Mine...

Guns and Gangsters so much fun!
Al Capone is a buddy of mine
HE'S MY BIG-SHOT VALENTINE.

Who likes plays and old hill dramas?
This one is the cat's pajamas
I'M THE QUEEN OF THE RED HOT MAMMAS
LET'S BE BAD!!

Quotes

My Friend, Axel (yes, it's a girl):What did you say?

Me:Chicken Sexers.

Axel:That's what I thought you say...


SPEAKING OF CHICKEN SEXERS! GUESS WHO GETS TO CHAPERON A JAPANESE KID?

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

(Please don't ask how chicken sexers and Japanese kids are realated...there actually very close together...)


Sorry, I didn't post early because my dad just had a mid-life crisis and decides he needs a new car every two seconds, so I can't ride into Ivy League on money so, I have to have super epically boss grades-which I can't do if I get in another project with Crys, cuz she a worse procrastinator than I am! She doesn't care about her grades! WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER!! SHE'S NOT WHO I THOUGHT SHE WAS!!...I let her off the hook! lol. If you stalk ESPN you'll know what I just said.

Oh yeah, more quotes.

Teacher:When you bowed, Redranger, you reached your lower register.

Redranger:Oh, I'm sorry.

Teacher:It's good!

Redranger:Wha-oh!







P.S....

Here's a lesson they should teach you in school
When a girl gets curvy and the boys all drool
If math and science just ain't your style
Just give that teacher a wink and a smile!
For a diploma, you don't have to wait
And you can thank him later when you graduate!

I thought I would try it with my P.E. teacher(even though I have like 110 in that class, I just don't like to work) but then I remembered, she's a chick...well...

-MEG GIRY!

Rehersal for Cats. All week.

Busy week for little old Demy. I have rehersal for Cats every day through the week (exept Friday.) and rehersal for the Music Man tomorrow and Thursday. And then we have a choir thing on Friday. Can I have anything more to do this week?
Oh, so the choir is going to go see Cats next week when we preform for schools, so people might actually come see it. Meg, I'm going to explain something before I forget. I believe that the cast that we will use when the choir comes does not consist of Tony (I'm going to call him that because that's who he was in West Side Story) as the Rum Tum Tugger. I apologize if you miss out on the Tony pelvic thrusts, in which he demonstrated backstage tonight... But he does play Macavity! And I know how you love Macavity. His evil laugh is awesome :), and you get to see him fight with Munkustrap, so, bonus. One thing I do hope, though, is that little kids don't cry during the show. I have no clue what grades are going to be seeing Cats next week (let's face it, The Naming of Cats is going to probably scare some kids, as is Macavity, and possibly even Grizabella...), but I swear if they cry--!!! And plus, NOBODY KNOWS WHAT CATS IS ABOUT!!! Well, I do, but no little kid is going to grasp the complexity of the plot! What little kid can understand that all of the Jellicles are sort of "auditioning" for Old Dueteronomy so he will pick them to go to the Heaviside Layer? And that all of their lives have basically been suckish, so they want another chance at life? And then there's the mistreatment of Grizabella that reflects upon the mistreatment of animals--and humans--in real life. It's actually a deep story when you dig into it. Maybe I'm just taking it too seriously, though. But the kids in the audience are probably just going to be like "ohh, they sing pretty!", or "they dance good!", or even "that fat one looks like a bear!" (I did mention that I have watched Cats with a three year old, right? She thought that Old Dueteronomy was a bear, I think. I'm pretty sure she said something about a bear...) anyway, it might be better if there weren't some suckish people that have a main parts. Like one of the Skimbleshanks's. Well, look at it this way, Meg, at least if you don't see Tony as Tugger, I'm pretty sure you will be spared of the suckish Skimble :). As for Jemima, I'm not sure. There are like four different ones, so the odds of you having to listen to "Mrs. Paroo" (you know who I mean), are slim. Which is good. Jemima has some pretty high notes, but both of us know that Mrs. Paroo is an ALTO!

Well I do believe that I have done enough ranting for now.
Till next time,
Demytra Nom

Howz you be witchezzzz

This is Nessa and I Am about to beat up the Music man okay so me and my friend werehog where talking and I turn around and am only able to cach the end of Chris's convo and I hear here call him a leprechaun so I'm like dare he is too short (that's hilarious coming from me cause I'm short and am in nO position to taunt even though I'm not shorter than him by that much so we were about to fight and I was chest to chest with him and I was like omg WHY is my heart fluttering and then it him me like Meg's bosom I'M IN LOVE and I was like HELP! also I threatened bite werehogs bosom off. Anyway what am I going to do about Music Man comment for ideas also I'm really shy so take that into consediration

MEG INTERVIEWS JUSTIN BIEBER

(LOOOOOKK WHERE HIS HAND IS!!)

Me:HEY SON IN LAW...or daughter...whatever your genitals are.

Justin:You know, I get that alot. I'd like to share them with you now. Okay?

Me:As fun as that sounds...I'm gonna have to pass...and OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT?!!

Justin:You know, I don't know. The doctor's are confused. I think it looks like a giraffe.

Me:...You know, I see that.

Justin:I like to play connect-the-dots with it. You know it talks right?

Me:No way!

Justin:Yeah! That's how I first seduced your son.

Me:...I'm still mad because I haven't got this months child support.

Justin:...Yeah, about that...I spent it all on Selena...

Me:...You mean like her birthday present?

Justin:Yeah! Uh,...no. I mean, I spent it on her. She costs a good 400 a night.

Me:Funny, you think she wouldn't charge as much with those man legs of hers.

Justin:Yeah, I tell her to shave em but she just...likes it. She says it turns her on to stroke it.

Me:Her legs or your Giraffe-talking genitalia?

Justin:...what are we talking about?

Me:YOU NOT PAYING CHILD SUPPORT FOR RUBIA!! MY GRANDDAUGHTER!! THE ONLY ONE WITH A DISTINGUISHED SEX!!

Justin:...Oh...right...well, you see-*runs*

Me:GET BACK HERE OR I'LL TELL EVERY ONE ABOUT THAT ONE NIGHT WITH-

Justin's Genitalia:Waaaiiiitttt!! You forgetz me!!



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TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

THIS HAS BEEN A MEG GIRY INTERVIEW!!

CRIMINAL CRANIUM

JUST POSTED ON CRIMINAL CRANIUM OR spencerreidmindreaders.blogspot.com READ IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Melly and Reid are getting closer but Reid makes a mistake that may ruin their friendship...and her future.

IF YOU READ YOU'LL GET MY HINT!!...naw probably not til I post the next episode....

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD


...please 0*0 ...let my adorable pucker face persuade you...LET IT!!

-MEG

Let's Be Bad

Sorry, song title, nothing to do with this post. Pervs, calm your erections. (sorry for those who just received a mental image...ew)

QUOTES

"Can anyone tell me who Anne Frank is?"
STUPID GIRL:"Like, isn't she the girl who was deaf and blind?"
ME*THINKING*:"That's Helen Keller, you dumb ass"

"NAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

From last year.
Me:I'm German
Juvenile:NAZI BITCH!
...

We watched a vid on the Holocaust today. Apparently, Josh, my former lover and current gay best friend who wants to bear my children, had to leave crying. AW! He takes his religion so seriously!

Learned the Shipoopi dance today. ROCK ON!! The girl who plays Marian and the guy who plays Harold Hill (I'm surprised he hasn't come up in our blog yet. He's so amazing! Like a monkey on crack! I'll call him the Music Man, so fitting!) had to dance, everyone recorded it.

Well, while the Pick-a-Little women and he were off stage not dancing, he and the kid that plays Marcellus (He played Ryan last summer when Christine and I did HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL TWO. (WHERE O.G. SOAP OPERA BEGAN!)) Were pretending to fight, and the Music Man is pretty short, but he squats like as far as he can and starts saying with the bosses accent ever "Get away from me lucky charms!!" and chases him around the room. So funny. He does it all the way down the stairs too.

OF MICE AND MEN WON'T LEAVE ME BE!! I FINISHED IT IN ONE DAY TWO WEEKS AGO!! I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET RID OF IT!! EVERY DROP SLOT IS CLOSED!! WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH



-MEG GIRY

Ah, Spring Break

Demy here. I just got back from vacation in Branson. It was amazing! We had a little house rented out... Actually, it was a big house. I think it's bigger than my dad's house actually. But there was a pool table! I sure had some fun there. And, get this, there was a theater room!! It was wonderful! And you know what I did? Watched Cats, silly! And there was a pool not to far from the house. It was so nice! It had an infinity edge! That means that the wall at the end doesn't come out of the water so it looks like the water goes right down the hill. One of the hot tubs was like that too. And there was hardly anyone there besides us. There was also a giant chess set by the pool. I mean you had to literally Walk around on the board! I played a game on it. I kicked my dad's butt :). And I had a wonderful time with my little shadow. And by that I mean a little three year old girl. I adore her! She's so cute! But, sadly, we only stayed for two days... Oh, well, at least we got to read the Hunger Games in the car on the way home. I read it out loud almost the whole way home, so about 5 hours of reading and talking. My throat still hurts... But we're alomst done with the book now. Just need to get past the "star-crossed lovers in the cave" and then finish up the Games. But we need to read quick, the movie comes out next weekend! I plan on seeing it at least two times :)

-Demy

Oh! I almost forgot the quote! On the way to Branson we were playing a game in the car where someone says two animals and you have to think of a name for a mix of those animals. So, naturally, my brother said to my dad, "A jack rabbit and a donkey."
So then, my dad said, "A jack @$$!"
you gotta admit it's funny.

OFF THE BENCHES BOYS! IT'S MARILYN!

Say what you may about her, but Marilyn was the best. She was strong and went through a lot. Did you know her mother was crazy? Her whole life, Marilyn was worried she would become like her mother.



Marilyn Monroe was born on June 1, 1926, in the Los Angeles County Hospital^[6] as Norma Jeane Mortenson (soon after changed to Baker), the third child born to Gladys Pearl Baker (née Monroe) (May 27, 1902 – March 11, 1984).^[7] Monroe's birth certificate names the father as Martin Edward Mortensen with his residence stated as "unknown".^[8] The name Mortenson is listed as her surname on the birth certificate, although Gladys immediately had it changed to Baker, the surname of her first husband and which she still used. Martin's surname was misspelled on the birth certificate leading to more confusion on who her actual father was. Gladys Baker had married a Martin E. Mortensen in 1924, but they had separated before Gladys' pregnancy.^[9] Several of Monroe's biographers suggest that Gladys Baker used his name to avoid the stigma of illegitimacy.^[10] Mortensen died at the age of 85, and Monroe's birth certificate, together with her parents' marriage and divorce documents, were discovered. The documents showed that Mortensen filed for divorce from Gladys on March 5, 1927, and it was finalized on October 15, 1928.^[11][12] Throughout her life, Marilyn Monroe denied that Mortensen was her father.^[9] She said that, when she was a child, she had been shown a photograph of a man that Gladys identified as her father, Charles Stanley Gifford. She remembered that he had a thin mustache and somewhat resembled Clark Gable, and that she had amused herself by pretending that Gable was her father.^[9][13]
Gladys was mentally unstable and financially unable to care for the young Norma Jeane, so she placed her with foster parents Albert and Ida Bolender of Hawthorne, California, where she lived until she was seven. One day, Gladys visited and demanded that the Bolenders return Norma Jeane to her. Ida refused, she knew Gladys was unstable and the situation would not benefit her young daughter. Gladys pulled Ida into the yard, then quickly ran back to the house and locked herself in. Several minutes later, she walked out with one of Albert Bolender's military duffel bags. To Ida's horror, Gladys had stuffed a screaming Norma Jeane into the bag, zipped it up, and was carrying it right out with her. Ida charged toward her, and their struggle split the bag apart, dumping out Norma Jeane, who wept loudly as Ida grabbed her and pulled her back inside the house, away from Gladys.^[14] In 1933, Gladys bought a house and brought Norma Jeane to live with her. A few months later, Gladys began a series of mental episodes that would plague her for the rest of her life. In My Story, Monroe recalls her mother "screaming and laughing" as she was forcibly removed to the State Hospital in Norwalk.
Norma Jeane was declared a ward of the state. Gladys' best friend, Grace McKee, became her guardian. It was Grace who told Monroe that someday she would become a movie star. Grace was captivated by Jean Harlow, and would let Norma Jeane wear makeup and take her out to get her hair curled. They would go to the movies together, forming the basis for Norma Jeane's fascination with the cinema and the stars on screen. When she was 9, McKee married Ervin Silliman "Doc" Goddard in 1935, and subsequently sent Monroe to the Los Angeles Orphans Home (later renamed Hollygrove), followed by a succession of foster homes.^[15] While at Hollygrove, several families were interested in adopting her; however, reluctance on Gladys' part to sign adoption papers thwarted those attempts. In 1937, Monroe moved back into Grace and Doc Goddard's house, joining Doc's daughter from a previous marriage. Due to Doc's frequent attempts to sexually assault Norma Jeane, this arrangement did not last long.
Grace sent Monroe to live with her great-aunt, Olive Brunings in Compton, California; this was also a brief stint ended by an assault (some reports say it was sexual)--one of Olive's sons had attacked the now middle-school-aged girl. Biographers and psychologists have questioned whether at least some of Norma Jeane's later behavior (i.e. hypersexuality, sleep disturbances, substance abuse, disturbed interpersonal relationships), was a manifestation of the effects of childhood sexual abuse in the context of her already problematic relationships with her psychiatrically ill mother and subsequent caregivers.^[16][17] In early 1938, Grace sent her to live with yet another one of her aunts, Ana Lower, who lived in Van Nuys, another city in Los Angeles County. Years later, she would reflect fondly about the time that she spent with Lower, whom she affectionately called "Aunt Ana." She would explain that it was one of the only times in her life when she felt truly stable. As she aged, however, Lower developed serious health problems.
In 1942, Monroe moved back to Grace and Doc Goddard's house. While attending Van Nuys High School, she met a neighbor's son, James Dougherty (more commonly referred to as simply "Jim"), and began a relationship with him.^[18][19][20] Several months later, Grace and Doc Goddard decided to relocate to Virginia, where Doc had received a lucrative job offer. Although it was never explained why, they decided not to take Monroe with them. An offer from a neighborhood family to adopt her was proposed, but Gladys rejected the offer. With few options left, Grace approached Dougherty's mother and suggested that Jim marry her so that she would not have to return to an orphanage or foster care, as she was two years below the California legal age. Jim was initially reluctant, but he finally relented and married her in a ceremony arranged by Ana Lower. During this period, Monroe briefly supported her family as a homemaker.^[18][21] In 1943, during World War II, Dougherty enlisted in the Merchant Marine. He was initially stationed on Santa Catalina Island off California's west coast, and Monroe lived with him there in the town of Avalon for several months before he was shipped out to the Pacific. Frightened that he might not come back alive, Monroe begged him to try and get her pregnant before he left. Dougherty disagreed, feeling that she was too young to have a baby, but he promised that they would revisit the subject when he returned home. Subsequently, Monroe moved in with Dougherty's mother.



LEARN MORE ON MARILYN!! I WILL POST MORE ON THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL LATER!!

-MEG GIRY

(HOPING TO GET THE MARILYN MOVIE SO I CAN NERD OUT!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!)

P.S. My phone says the Ginger shocks Santa Clause with his perfect abs. Nice

I'M CALLING YOU OUT GUBLER!!!!

MEG GIRY HERE!!!!!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER!!!!! IF YOU DON'T RESPOND TO MY EMAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1YOUR MOM!! YEAH! THAT WAS MY COME BACK!!

-MEG

Who is Meg Giry?

Been doing a lot of thinking about who I am...This is what I came up with;

My name is Meg Giry, I am ** years old. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and a huge ass. My boobs are small (but magazines say their average (even though the girl on the cover seems to contradict...)). My hair refuses to do what I say, always. Every time I open my mouth, my foot gets stuck in it. I am EXTREMELY unattractive when I laugh. My smile is kinda creepy...like a rapist or something....

I don't like people because I prefer books. I observe everything and know every one's names (even though no one bothers to remember mine...). People tell me their secrets because they believe I have no one to betray them to. If you smile and nod, every one believes you. When you are quiet, you are known as smart. You are also known as mute and anti-social (which is a side effect I live with...not complaining of course).

I own no wild side. Sometimes, I feel like there are multiple Me's. One who is smart, one who is quirky, one who has no respect, and one who deserve to be respected. Therefore, I am hypocritical. I can be a bit egotistical (who isn't?).

I love Shakespeare, and if Poe were alive, I would have the biggest crush on him (such the gentleman!). I say I like control, but the truth of it is, I like men who are controlling. (i.e. Heathcliff, Darcy, Demetri...) and most of the time, come with a temper. I love books and doom and gloom and music. I like dark and trees. I feel sad for rain drops when they collect and fall off the window sill.

I don't connect with my family. I don't think I've ever felt love for anyone nor has anyone loved me. I don't pout over it, I say this as nonchalant.

I like to pretend I'm in fairy tales, and that I'm the evil queen (not evil, just misunderstood) and that the princess or heroine (this is mainly only for whiny female characters who set women back 40 years) is a total witch. Ugh. (not that I dislike witches...)



This is my thinking...what the crap goes on in my head?!

-MEG

P.S. MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER!!! RESPOND TO MY EMAILS!!!!!

Whatcha Doing?

Sorry, bored and out of it this morning. Meggie here! I think I have a frooggie in my throat! (yes, I said froogie) Crys is coming over tonight and we're going bowling (get ready to listen for ambulances) and watch a bunch of scary movies (Hey, hey, hey Crys! Wanna watch the woman in black? duuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh) We'll probably stay up til like 7 am.

Hey Crystal! Guess what I got?










































I SAID GUESS!!!!!!!!











































GRAPES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





-MEG OUT!!!

Crystals Friday Fantasy VI

Hey guys, I hope you are all looking forward to what happens next. I really don't know what I'm gonna do with this story. I don't know how I want to end it or anything. So, I'm just kind of Winging it. Enjoy.



They took away his baby. He put his head in his hands and waited. She'll be fine, he repeated to himself, but he honestly didn't believe it was true. She can't leave me, not yet. Not like this.
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Three hours passed without him hearing anything about Crystal. A doctor walked out of the e.r. doors and looked right at him.
"Crystal?" the doctor said. Jeremy got up and walked over to him. The doctor had sorrow written all over his face and Jeremy just about broke down. No, no, she can't be gone. "We removed the bullet successfully, but, it hit multiple arteries around the heart. She did make it out of surgery, but, we don't think she'll last long."
"Wait, what do you mean 'last long'?"
"We tried everything we could, but there was a lot of damage. It was a miracle she survived it at all. We don't think she will make it more than a week though." his face clouded with pain and sadness. "I'm terribly sorry."
"No, no, please. There has to be something you can do for her." he slumped down in a chair. The pain of losing her right after getting her too much.
"We've done everything. We can't do anymore."
He was fed up with him. He stood up and grabbed the doctor by the front of his shirt. The doctors eyes grew with fear and surprise. "You have not tried everything or she would be fine." he growled. "Fix her. Do anything to make her live, do you understand?" the doctor slowly nodded, his jaw dropping slightly. Jeremy let him go and the doctor ran back through the double doors to the e.r. Great, he thought, now I'll get arrested for harassing an ignorant doctor. He got up from his chair to the front desk, asked for Crystal's room number and headed there. He stood on the elevator, numbness seeping through him. He saw everything in a haze. He didn't even realize the elevator had stopped until the lady behind him pushed him out. He walked down the hall, looking at the numbers 102, 104, 106, 108. Here it is. He gently pushed on the door to avoid any squeaks it might make. He peeked his head in the room and broke down in tears at the sight of his broken Crystal.



Just what happens to Crystal? Will she survive? Will she die? Find out next week.

Why Bathroom's Gotta Be So Nastay/UPDATE ON BLOGGER

Meggie here and is incredibly grossed out. Over this week, the bathrooms have been NASTAY down in Tennessee, but today, at WAL-MART was the worst.

This chick comes in and gets in the stall next to me. I here her go "Shoot!" (she sounds old) and her pessary rolls out and into my stall.

For those of you who do not know what a pessary is, it is a doughnut shaped pink-thing that holds in your uterus. EWWWWW!!!!! So was does this woman ask of me?

"Sweetie, can you hand that to me?"

...EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I took a huge wad of toilet paper and handed it to her, then ran and washed my hands 6 times...then hand sanitizer..then washed my hands again...my mom threw away the home towel....

Anyway on What Stephanie Meyer Didn't Say ( renesmee-and-edwardjacob.blogspot.com )

Giselle and Edward are heating up, whether or not Edward likes it. Her girlish kisses mean little but they drive him to the brink of insanity. Now, when he finds her relationship has continued with Mike Newton (the third) he gets infuriated. Her life may not have been spared if her old Nanny comes to her rescue. She, and her old play-yard friend, Peter, come to tell Giselle her kingdom is in danger of losing the war that is raging. Suddenly, Edward realizes Giselle may be who she says she is...a princess. But what else is she not telling him? Surely she's not a.....

On Criminal Cranium ( spencerreidmindreaders.blogspot.com ) Melanie and Charlie still aren't fitting in well. The only ones who have reacted out are Emily (and -not that he'd admit it to Charlie-Reid)  Charlie (for this reason) begins to wonder what is happening to Melly. He sends Morgan and Reid to watch her. What they find they may not like. Melly's being bad...in the eyes of the enemy.

-MEG

Done with love

SOOOO TRUE!!!!!!!! I AM SOO P.O. ED AT THE STUPID CUTIE BECAUSE HE WONT RESPOND TO MY TEXT MESSAGES!!!! HE WILL TEXT ME I WILL RESPOND THEN HE WON'T RESPOND!!!!! IM GONNA END UP KILLING HIM!!!!!GRRRRRR!!!!

She's Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

Meggie's back babies! I just got back from vacay and...It's my birthday! LALALA! I'm-thought I was gonna tell ya, right pervs?

I have new Ideas for Fri Fants! One:Freak show. I just read a book (1) of the Cirque Du Freak series. (Why they gotta mix freak shows with the undead? Not the same genre...)

Two:Titanic. I went to this museum, and they give you a name of the person that was actually on the Titanic, and they tell you if you lived or died in the end. I think I'll write a Fri Fant on both, (my thing on the Titanic will be my character for the one.) For now, I gotta go. Buh-bye!

-MEG

Holy Chiz Nitz!!!

Hello viewers!!! I am extremly happy!!! 'The Cuttie' is single!!! Its possible i might have a chance!!! I hope he asks me out!!! God, that would be amazing if he did!!! I cannot wait until Monday, I think he would rather ask me out in person instead of over text. IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, thats all i have to post about. I dont know what else to say. CRYSTAL POPPIN OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hey there

Nobodys posted for a while so I guess I will. Wassup? Where to begin. Well since you've last heard from me, I've been yelled at my stepmom. She didn't use very nice words... I've almost finished mu fri fant and am about halfway through typing my next one (it's about Cats. Go figure.) and I've started typing a new fri fant (it's about X-men. Like a boss.) hmmm... What else...? Oh! I do believe that my cat just er... "mated" a little while ago. Not very pretty sounds... I got my costume for Cats done. It looks awesome!!! Currently I am playing Kingsom Hearts 2 and being beast at it. I love these games, man. Can't wait for kh 3D to come out *superpumped* not much time to play, though, here in the real near future. Next week I have rehersals back-to-back for Cats and the Music Man. Showtime is almost upon us! For Cats at least. It's gonna be epic! Meg had better come see it! (I would say Crys, too, but I don't reLly think sje's that in to musicals. Idk. Maybe I'm just thinking it.) Meg does love Macavity, though lol. (if she reads my Cats fri fant sue will probably get her fill on him lol.) I hope my cat has kittens!!! I'm totally naming one Mistoffelees! (and that is with two "f"'s. Not one. I learned that recently. Don't be surprised if it's spelled weong in the first couple chapters of my fri fant)

---Demyyyyyy

Thank God This Fri Fant is Almost Over!!!

I'm just about through with my Fri Fant! Thank God! There's only one more chapter if I decide not to add anything else. The eighth chapter is long, but this one's really short. Don't hold your breath for a good ending.

Chapter 7: Confusion

'Ugh... Can we just get this over with...? Where the heck is he?' Peter thinks.
'I can hear you, you know? Stop being so negative. We're gonna get out of here. You're not gonna die.' I think back to him.
'I didn't even know we could still talk to each other like this. Why hasn't it been working for the last couple years?' I get cut off by the door swinging open and banging against the wall. Julius strides in with his gun, his psychopathic smile on his face.
'I don't know. I guess we have to be close to each other.'
'That would make sense.'
'Yup. So what--'
"Ya got one more chance, kid. I could still not shoot him if you wanna tell me everything you know about the plans." he says, then gets a more serious look on his face.
"Well, I'm never giving you the blueprints. I guess you're outa luck." I say calmly.
"I'm sorry to hear th--" he drops to the ground, unexpectedly, blood dripping from his back
To my surprise, standing behind him is Joseph Briggs, holding...my knife. I knew I was missing something...
"Sup?" he asks. "Sorry you had to deal with my subordinate. He can be an idiot, can't he?" Subordinate? Julius works-- well worked -- for Joseph? D-did I miss something here?
"What are you talking about? You said you weren't a criminal." I say, like an idiot. He obviously is.
"Uh, people lie." Joseph says, chuckling a little. He runs the flat part of the blade of the pocket knife across his tongue, licking the blood off. I think I'm gonna throw up. This guy is like Julius times ten, psycho-wise.
"You know this guy?" Peter asks me.
"I...uh..." I stammer.
"Oh, he helped me hide form the police." Joseph says, grinning. I feel like a complete moron.
'You're an idiot.' Peter thinks to me.
'Yeah. I know...' I think back.
"So, where did Julius leave off? Killing one of you, I'm sure. I honestly thought that I had already killed you, so seeing you yesterday was kind of a surprise to me." Joseph says, gesturing to me.
"You? I thought it was Julius who--"
"Ugh, did he take credit again? That is so like him." Joseph says. Are you kidding me? So it WAS him?! I'm such an idiot!! I should've killed him when I had the chance!! "And then there's the other one, I told them to just leave you in the back room to die. I just didn't wanna waste a bullet on you. Oh, well. Nothing that can't be solved right now." He pries the gun from Julius's grip and points it back and forth between us. "Who wants to go first?"
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Did anyone say "DUN DUN DUUUUNNNN!!!" anywhere in there? Ha, ha.



-Dem

SPRING BREAK WITCHESSSS!!!!

SPRING BREAK IS HERE!!!! Sure I won't get to see Meg and Crys as much ( *teardrop*) and I won't get to go to Tennessee like Meg (I would actually love to go. I freakin love Tennessee) BUT IT'S GONNA BE AWERSOME!!! (yes I did mean to spell it like that)

Okay, to today when we went skating I fell and bruised my tailbone!!!! It hurts sooooo muuuuch!!!!!!!!! OOOOWWWIIIIEEEE!!! But at least me and Crys were able to get some dice at the skating rink :) We assigned numbers amongst our friends and played some sort of weird spin-the-bottle-ish kinda game. It was pretty fun haha  :D

And guess what I have on my ipod.... MOCKINGJAY AUDIOBOOK!!! VWAPAAAA!!! Sure, the girl who reads it kinda sounds odd, but whatever. Suzanne Collins says something at the end and I was surprised to hear her voice. It wasn't weird, actually she sounded younger than she looks. How old is she anyway? Eh, whatever.

CRYSTAL POPPIN! BEWARE! I'M COMING FOR YOU! HOW DARE YOU TELL ME WHO IS ERAGON'S HALF BROTHER AND WHO BETRAYS HIM FOR GALBATORIX!!! YOU BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN, LITTLE MISSY!!! Don't be surprised if in the middle of the night you hear "BRISINGR!!!!!!!!" and then burst into flamesssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!... FWOOSH!


- Your little phsycopathic Demy :3

HERE LIES 100 MONKEYS

MEG MOURNING THE LOSS OF THE DEARLY DEPARTED

"IT'S MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER!!!"

ANNOYING BLONDE GIRL ON ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT "FOR TONIGHT'S CELEBRITY BIRTHDAY: WHAT CRIMINAL MINDS ACTOR VOICES SIMON IN-"

ME:"MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER! MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER! I LURV YOU! I LUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRSVVVVVVVVVVVSSSS YOU!!"

32 YEARS TODAY, LOVE YOU MATT!

QUOTES

"KNOCK KNOCK!"

"Ugh, whose there?"

"...DEATH! MWAHAHA!"

*They throw food at the jokester*

"...YOU WILL PERISH IN FLAMES!"






Today we went to the skating rink during school. I thank both Demy and Cry who held my hand because I epically fail at skating. I hate Elmo for pushing me. He shall perish in flames. I won't be back blogging until my b-day (the 14!) because I'll be in the hoe-dunk state of Tennessee. Wee

WISHING I DON'T DIE OF BOREDOM

-MEG

Sorry

Hey guys. I just read Meg Giry's post and let me tell you something, I have been friends with her since I was in the womb and she has never NEVER told me that stuff. Does she really think that I wouldn't miss her! I mean, honestly! If she left, I would die. Not literally, but mentally I guess. I wouldn't be the same, I wouldn't have fun, I wouldn't laugh the same. I would be a walking zombie. No life in me. If I would have known that she had tried to commit suicide, I would have gotten her help. I would rather see her everyday in a mental house than everyday looking at her grave. I was having a really bad day okay, I won't lie. I was thinking about how I would go, the only thing that was keeping me here, was my darling sister. If she wasn't here, I wouldn't be here. I couldn't leave her alone. And, in my suicidal post, it said I would turn emo, not literally kill myself, just cut myself. It's surprising, but I like pain. It feels.... How to describe it... Good I guess. I like the feeling of pain. But, my life is starting to straighten out. It's getting better. Im not suicidal anymore, at the most, I'm freaking homicidal. Don't worry, it's not like I'm gonna go on a killing spree either. Me and Meg Giry are gonna have a LONG discussion tomorrow. And u will make sure she doesn't try to commit suicide EVER again. I will make sure her suicide 'date' won't come to pass.

Hoping you guys are have a jolly good time, Crystal Poppin'

P.S. Don't forget, tomorrow is my Friday fantasy part 3!!! This one is really short, but you will understand one you see the 4th one.

STORY OF MY LIFE

ENOUGH WITH THE SUICIDE! YOU GUYS DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT IS! YOU NEVER LIVED IT, TRIED IT! HAVE YOU? HAVE YOU? NO! YOU'VE NEVER KNOWN WHAT ITS LIKE TO PHYSICALLY WANT TO DIE.

...none of you-as far as I'm aware-has gone that far. If you are, speak up. I wanna share what this is like. It's not something to joke about. It's not something to say you're going to do if you're not. So shut up, suck it up and listen.

My first time I tried to kill myself (sad I had to say first time?) I was eight years old. I remember standing in front of the door to my room and sinking to my knees. I remember the tears as they blurred my eyes. I remember the pain and the anger...everything's blurry, my child hood is a little repressed guys, sorry. I remember how badly I wanted it. I tried and tried to shove the safety scissors into my heart and how hard and quietly I cried when I kept failing. I was a failure that didn't deserve to live. I remember hearing the voices of my family members down stairs, and how they were oblivious to what I was doing. I remember hearing them complaining about what I'd done wrong. I tried harder....

Second time was almost identical. I was in front of my closet with the safety scissors again. I remember whispering through the tears (by now, after every night of crying, I had learned to sob violently and softly) "I want to die...I want to die!"

There were other times to that I don't remember as well. My last time was 2010, October. I stuck a plastic bag and put it over my head. After two minutes I took it off because I got scared. What was really sad was after that, if I hadn't met the criteria I wanted to meet, I gave myself another date which to attempt suicide. I wrote it on my calendar. "LAST DAY" in bright green letters.

I haven't tried since the day with the bag. I have to remind myself that if I kill myself, how much joy will I take away? Not from my loved ones now, they would get over it, I know. They don't care that much. It was one of the reasons I wanted to leave. But, my husband...how long would he be lonely? And my unborn children? And their children? and theirs? How many lives would I be catching with that one plastic bag? How many of God's plans shattered? I'll never know unless I live.

I hope this sheds some light on the subject. I hope you learn from my mistakes.

-MEG GIRY

GRAPHING QUADRATIC INEQUALITIES

LOATHING! UNADULTERATED LOATHING! I LOOOOOOOAAAAAATTTTTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEEE QUADRATIC INEQUALITES. I finally figured it out...kinda. I didn't get 24 and 26 (which are not in the back of the book!!!!!!) I'll ask her tomorrow.

Meggie is tired. CAN'T WAIT TIL THIS WEEK IS OVER! Gonna hit the road and head out to the hoe-dunk state of Tenesee. They have a Titanic museum. Only reason I'm not dying for my hoe-dunk town.

GOTTA GO! BUH-BY!

-MEG


(THIS WAS YESTERDAYS POST!)

Great...

I think I caught Crystal's severe case of emo... I just started crying a minute ago and I feel depressed. Welll, mean people can cause this crap to happen. I was on le facebook and saw Fattie on there and all the sudden I got really depressed (SHE'S MEAN! SHE IRKS ME!!! Shes a little fatannoyingpestwhoneedstogetalife nevermind... Thank you, Crys. Not only have you made me depressed, but you also told me something that happens in a part of Eragon where I am not at yet. Oh you're gonna hear it from me tomorrow at school, Crys, just you wait!


- your somewhat depressed Demy Nom

Later, peeps


P.S. "El libro!"

Suicidal

Hello viewers. Crystal Poppin is thinking of suicide again. I've been thinking of how I should go, what I would need to go. So far, I think I'm just gonna turn emo and start cutting myself.

Wishing you well, Crystal Poppin

WHAT THE FLOCK

JUST GOT OFF AND GOT ONTO http://www.100monkeysmusic.com/ AND THEY HAD A THING THAT SAID "VERY IMPORTANT NEWS FROM 100 MONKEYS" READ NOW. SO I CLICKED AND I'M BAWLING MY EYES OUT!! I REFUSE TO TURN OFF THE CAPS LOCK!! HERES WHAT THIS SAID:

Band News!

March 4th, 2012   |   Lani   |   3 Comments »

Hey folks, 100 Monkeys has some news. Due to demands on their personal lives and professional careers, our good friends
Jackson Rathbone and Jerad Anderson will be leaving the band as active members. We have much love for both and wish them well, and they will always be welcome if they should ever decide to drop in on any future shows, or make appearances on recordings. The last four years of albums, tours and other projects have truly been fantastic, and the legacy they leave behind in their work will be remembered in all of our future endeavors. We wish them the best in their future projects and anticipate great new things to come.
Ben Johnson, Ben Graupner, and Lawrence Abrams will continue with 100 Monkeys and will be working onward with the release of the band’s new single “City of Bones,” March 12th, and a set of shows in Los Angeles, San Diego, San Francisco, and Las Vegas starting this April. We will be playing these as a five-piece and will announce the names of the accompanying musicians shortly.
We really can’t tell you how much we love all of you. It is an absolute honor to have received the support and encouragement you have given us through the years, and from all of us we thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We look forward to many more shows, albums,videos, books, and god knows what else we will come up with, and we look forward to sharing it with the people that matter the most, all of you.
Much Love,
100 Monkeys

100 monkeys, 2012, band news, Ben Graupner, Ben Johnson, Jackson Rathbone, Jerad Anderson, Uncle Larry

WHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

-MEG

SEXY GONE WITH THE WIND COSTUME!

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGG IS BACK WITCHES! AND BETTER THAN EVER (If I do say so...). As you can see (if you can read, you delinquents) I got my dress! For the Music Man (For the what? For the what? For the Music Man!) It's pretty hot. It's like...maroon and it's got black lace and velvet all over. Very pretty. I lurves it.

We wen't over my scene like 7 times in the past two days. Awesome. Getting better at it....Gradually.

Hoping to make Maud Dunlap boss,

-MEG GIRY

Still somewhat depressed

Hello all my dedicated readers. For those of you who read my last post, "Depression", you should know that I had been considering suicide and running away. I am no longer considering suicide. I am thinking about running away, but not thinking "Hmm, should I make everyone's life better and just leave?" I've thought about running away for a while though, so depression hasn't got me stuck on this subject. I think I need a psychiatrist. I need someone to talk to, someone I can express what I'm really feeling inside. I can't explain it all to demy or Meg. I just need a break. My birthday has been better, but this year has made second place. And that's only because I was exceedingly depressed about family stuff. I'm a lot better now, still a little depressed, but not suicidal like I was an hour ago. Oh, don't worry, this won't be the last post from me.
Your still depressed blogger, Crystal Poppin'

Depression

Crystal Poppin' is thinking of suicide. I'm not even kidding. This has been the worst birthday ever. Just as I post this, my mom and I are both balling our eyes out. This may be the last post from me. I've been thinking of running away. I might just do it. Run, and never come back. Hope you guys are well and happy, Crystal Poppin'

LORAXINESS!!!!!!

THE LORAX WAS AWESOME!!! ZAC EFRON WAS SMEXY-SOUNDING!!! AND THE BARBALOOTS WERE ADORABLE!!!! And the Once-Ler was pretty hot, not gonna lie; he may be EXTREMELY TALL, but whatever. Oh, and I meant the young Once-Ler, not the old one. He kinda scared me a little.

Last night me and Meg saw West Side Story and it was FREAKING EPIC, MAN!!! Tony was HOT! Meg says that Chino was pretty hot too. IT WAS SO SAD! And 'America' was like, such an epic song, dude.

Crys's grandma is awesome. I don't know her though, but she's talking on the phone with her and it was on speaker for like a split-second. Now Crys is in Narnia (my closet) and saying "Pick-a-little talk-a-little"

Okay, now I talked to her... Oh my gosh. She started talking about cat and dog farts... I'm currently disturbed.

-DEMY

I HAVE A SOCIAL DISEASE

It's true. Crys and I are at Demy's house, watching Cats, wearing Cats makeup and when the pizza guy-sorry chick- who was not hot!! came to the door,  I told her I had a social disease. Sooooo funny. Probably cuz I was the only wearing it. 

QUOTE:

CRAP YOU ITALICIZE!!

LET IT DIE! LET IT DIE! LET IT SHRIVEL UP AND DIE!-THE LORAX movie

How bad can I be?

WOMB TO TOMB! SPERM TO WORM!

Yes, the Lorax. A guy who travels through the sky carrying his ass. -Viktor.

Hey, Meg, wanna hear a joke about my penis? Never mind, it's too long-Viktor.


...


EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW


...







We watched The Lorax today, while an evil tornado did not take us to Oz, so we were trapped in the bathroom of a stupid movie theatre. 

We we got back, had a crappy day which I will not go into.

And, at Demy's we were acting out all Wicked songs. (Demy-Elphie, Meg-Glinda)

Now we were watching Cats, it just ended. I WANT MACAVITY TO BE MY BABY DADDY!!!

Meg gonna go now, because Crys is trying to be the Lorax, using Demy's cat tail as a Mustache.


-MEG JULES GIRY

Crystals Friday Fantasy II

Hello people, and welcome to part Duce of my Friday fantasy. When we left off, I realized Jake, one of my best guy friends, was trying to rape me and was beaten up by someone. You now find out who.


Oh my God! He was the one that had to find me. Why, God, why must it be him? Jeremy's worried expression was replaced by relief. He let out a sigh.
"Oh, thank god, Crystal. I swear, did Jake hurt you?" I didn't respond right away. I was too in shock. How in the h*** did he find me? I was at a movie with Jake. I was relieved to see him, I mean, I'm glad he stopped Jake, but, why did a cute guy had to see me so defenseless, so helpless. His blue eyes crowded with worry again. "Crystal, please answer me."
"Jeremy? Where- How did you find me."
"That doesn't matter, I want to know if your hurt."
"No, but, why do you care?"
"Because if he hurt you, I'm gonna kill him." I couldn't control myself any longer. I started balling. I threw myself into his arms and started crying on his shoulder. He put his strong arms around me and smoothed my hair while I cried. "Shhh, it's okay Crystal. It will be okay." I finally got a hold on myself and looked up at him, his ginger hair looked brown in the moonlight.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy. I didn't mean to cry, Just couldn't control myself."
"Hey, don't be sorry." he said, wiping away a tear that rolled down my cheek. "I think I would do the same if I were in your shoes. Let's get you home. You look chilly." I was cold, and I wanted to get out of the puddle I was in, but I didn't want to leave Jake here. Yeah, I know he almost raped me, but, I didn't want to leave him here. Jeremy helped me up, but I fell back down, every time he tried to get me up for that matter.
"Jeremy, I can't feel my legs." I was starting to panic again. I had to get up. There was nothing wrong with my legs, they were just wobbly. I summed it up to that and prayed that that's All it was. Jeremy carried me to his car. one arm under my knee and the other behind my back. I wished I could stay like that forever. It was a nice car. A dark blue 2012 camaro. He has nice taste. He got me in and drove me home. He had to carry me into the house too. I still couldn't walk. I wasn't scared any more. I knew I was safe as soon as I saw Jeremy but I didn't know what was wrong with me. "Hey, I know this is a lot to ask, but, could I go home with you tonight?" I asked once he had set me on my couch. He looked at me like I was crazy. "No! Not like that Jeremy! Just, so I'm not alone. Jeremy, Jake knows where I'm at, I'm scared he's going to come for me while I sleep. Please, don't leave me alone." I gave him my most desperate look. Please say yes, please say yes. I begged to myself. He heaved a sigh and picked me back up. "Oh thank you so much Jeremy!" I say as I throw my arms around his neck. "I freaking love you now!"
"NOW you love me? You didn't love me when I Saved you from Jake?" he said it playfully, but I didn't know how to answer. I loved him since I first saw him. I just didn't know what to do so I told him the truth, "Jeremy, I've always loved you." he stopped, barely 3 feet from his car.
"What do you mean?" his voice was mixed with emotion, happiness, excitement, worry, confusion, all lumped into one sentence.
"Ever since I saw you, I knew you were special." I could feel myself start to blush. I had to look away from his face. "I always felt safe with you. Every time I hug you, my heart skips a beat. When I hug you, I feel all warm inside. I feel special around you. I don't exactly know how to explain it. Just leave it at, I will always love you."



Find out what happens to Crystal, Jake, and Jeremy, all new, next Friday.