Okay, today was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! I shall tell >D

1) It was an early out.
2) It's close to the end of the school year
3) We found out about a "possible" trip to Europe!!! :D!!!

Okay, details on each one. It's Memorial Day Weekend! OF COURSE They give us an early out ^_^ and Yeah, I know, (2) has nothing to do with much of anything, has it?

But anyways, I'll speak of (3)... It's true!! Today, in my Latin I class, my teacher handed around This thing, only it was printed off, not a website lol...!!! We get to go to France & Italy!! :D!!! More specifically, the NOTRE DAME!! and ST PETERS!! AND POMPEII!! :D!! zomg I sooo want to see Pompeii ^^;; and if we do go (it'll be in over a year, FYI) it'll be my first time out of the continental USA O__O!!! I will officially be in a different country! D: I need to learn how to say "I cannot speak French. Do you speak English?" in french, or something like that, and "I cannot speak Italian. Do you speak English?" in italian >_>;;; Fuuun... BRB DICTIONARY.COM TIME

Okay, it turns out a direct translation of "I cannot speak French. Do you speak English?" is: "Je ne peux pas parler français. Parlez-vous anglais ?", and "I cannot speak Italian. Do you speak English?" is: "Non posso parlare italiano. Parlate inglese?"... OR I CAN SAY "Je ne sais pas parler français. Parlez-vous anglais ?" which means "I do not know how to speak French. Do you speak English?" and "Non so parlare italiano. Parlate inglese?" Which is the Italian version of the same thing.

NOTE TO SELF: MEMORIZE THE PHRASES "Je ne sais pas parler francais. Parlez-vous anglais?" AND "Non so parlare italiano. Parlate inglese?" !!! 

Fuuun.. ah well. Off to "learn" foreign tongues -_-

:D!!

ZOMGGG!!!! :D!! It's almost memorial day!! >3<!! *superhyperzomgwtflolYAY!!!!*, because when it's Memorial Day, the pools will open! :D

And I'll go swimming. 

Almost every single day.

'almost' because I doubt my mother would tolerate dragging us out there that often xD

who is the 'us'? me, lizz, hopefully krystina and a few other geekies :P

but then again, if there's that many of us, maybe someone else's mom can play soccer mom >D!!

Or, in our case, swimming mom (?)

or hiking mom. 

Anyways, all this summer we gonna HAVE FUN!! >O

and pray for not-another drout =\

Cross yer fingers, gang...

OHYEAH. Lizz. I prolly can't come to VARF this weekend. I'll get mom to drag us out next weekend xP

Promise! :D.

Yeah, today was awesome. Me, Tyler, Victoria, Jacob, and Rachel all went down to the lake (at first it was just me, tyler, and victoria, but then everyone else came) it was a blast :D

ESPECIALLY since I remembered sunblock, or else I would be an even bigger tomato than I am now xD

I swear, I am soooo red. It looks like I'm blushing

have you ever had your lips sunburned? it doesn't hurt ... but they DO turn an alarming shade of pink/red o.o;

lol, and sunburned lips are DRY.... DRRYYYYYYY ... I don't think i'll ever get enough chap stick to fix this one, people. I mean, my lips are usually dry/chapped anyways (bleagh!) but this is SERIOUS!! T___T;;..... lol, and i have clown arms :D!! they're red up until about 2 inches below the shoulder (THANK GOD) and when i say red i mean RED. I'm a tomato. or at least my arms are

but right now i'm saying "thank goodness!" because i managed to keep my back and shoulders unscathed ^_^

Which means I can rest easy for a while.

I mean, I got the back of my neck, but I think i did that saturday, not today... anyways, it was a blast :D

lol Tyler and Courtney (Vikki's li'l sister) both found baby turtles xD

We named tyler's "turtleypoo" (NOBODY ASK!!) and actually took it back to his house, where it bit him... (hehehe) and then we put it in the creek xP

BYE BYE TURTLEYPOO!

and i wasn't kidding when i told them i had to go because i had assloads of homework, because i actually sorta do =\

worksheet+word study A+word study B+word study C+probably something else I forgot. Hahahah....

     'I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.
     When the Blood-Jeweled Lords and Ladies hold a banquet, I'm the entertainment that comes after the musicians have played and the lithesome girls and boys have danced and the Lords have drunk too much wine and demand to have their fortunes told. "Tell us a story, Weaver," they yell as their hands pass over the serving girls' rumps and their Ladies eye the young men and decide who will have the painful pleasure of serving them in bed that night.
     I was one of them once, Blood as they are Blood.
     No, that's not true. I wasn't Blood as they are Blood. That's why I was broken on a Warlord's spear and became shattered glass that only reflects what might have been.
     It's hard to break a Blood-Jeweled male, but a witch's life hangs by the hymenal thread, and what happens on her Virgin Night determines whether she is whole to practice the Craft or becomes a broken vessel, forever aching for the part of he that's lost. Oh, some magic always remains, enough for day-to-day living and parlor tricks, but not the Craft, not the lifeblood of our kind.
     When I was younger, I fought against that final slide into the Twisted Kingdom. Better to be broken and sane than broken and mad. Better to see the world and know a tree for a tree, a flower for a flower rather than to look through gauze at gray and ghostly shapes and see clearly only the shards of one's self.
     So I thought then.
     As I shuffle to the low stool, I struggle to stay at the edge of the Twisted Kingdom and see the physical world clearly one last time. I carefully place the wooden frame that holds my tangled web, the web of dreams and visions, on the small table near the stool.
     The Lords and Ladies expect me to tell their fortunes, and I always have, not by magic but by keeping my eyes and ears open and then telling them what they want to hear.
     Simple. No magic to it.
     But not tonight.
     For days now I have heard a strange kind of thunder, a distant calling. Last night I surrendered to madness in order to reclaim my Craft as a Black Widow, a witch of the Hourglass covens. Last night I wove a tangled web to see the dreams and visions.
     Tonight there will be no fortunes. I have the strength to say this only once. I must be sure that those who must hear it are in the room before I speak.
     I wait. They don't notice. Glasses are filled and refilled as I fight to stay on the edge of the Twisted Kingdom.
     Ah, there he is. Daemon Sadi, from the Territory called Hayll. He's beautiful, bitter, cruel. He has a seducer's smile and a body women want to touch and be caressed by, but he's filled with a cold, unquenchable rage. When the Ladies talk about his bedroom skills, the words they whisper are "excruciating pleasure." I don't doubt he's enough of a sadist to mix pain and pleasure in equal portions, but he's always been kind to me, and it's a small bone of hope that I throw out to him tonight. Still, it's more than anyone else has given him.
    The Lords and Ladies grow restless. I usually don't take this long to begin my pronouncements. Agitation and annoyance build, but I wait. After tonight, it will make no difference.
     There's the other one, in the opposite corner of the room. Lucivar Yaslana, the Eyrien half-breed from the Territory called Askavi.
     Hayll has no love for Askavi, nor Askavi for Hayll, but Daemon and Lucivar are drawn to one another without understanding why, so wound into each other's lives they cannot separate. Uneasy friends, they have fought legendary battles, have destroyed so many courts the Blood are afraid to keep them together for any length of time.
     I raise my hands, let them fall into my lap. Daemon watches me. Nothing about him has changed, but I know he's waiting, listening. And because he's listening, Lucivar listens too.
     "She is coming."
     At first they don't realize I've spoken. Then the angry murmurs begin when the words are understood.
     "Stupid bitch," someone yells. "Tell me who I'll love tonight."
     "What does it matter?" I answer. "She is coming. The Realm of Terreille will be torn apart by its own foolish greed. Those who survive will serve, but few will survive."
     I'm slipping further from the edge. Tears of frustration spill down my cheeks. Not yet. Sweet Darkness, not yet. I must say this.
     Daemon kneels beside me, his hands covering mine. I speak to him, only to him, and through him, to Lucivar.
     "The Blood in Terreille whore the old ways and make a mockery of everything we are." I wave my hand to indicate the ones who now rule. "They twist things to suit themselves. They dress up and pretend. They wear Blood Jewels but don't understand what it means to be Blood. They talk of honoring the Darkness, but it's a lie. They honor nothing but their own ambitions. The Blood were created to be the caretakers of the Realms. That's why we were given our power. That's why we come from, yet are apart from, the people in every Territory. The perversion of what we are can't go on. The day is coming when the debt will be called in, and the Blood will have to answer for what they've become."
     "They're the Blood who rule, Tersa," Daemon says sadly. "Who is left to call in the debt? Bastard slaves like me?"
     I'm slipping fast. My nails dig into his hands, drawing blood, but he doesn't pull away. I lower my voice. He strains to hear me. "The Darkness has had a Prince for a long, long time. Now the Queen is coming. It may take decades, even centuries, but she is coming." I point with my chin at the Lords and Ladies sitting at the tables. "They will all be dust by then, but you and they Eyrien will be here to serve."
     "Frustration fills his golden eyes. "What Queen? Who is coming?"
     "The living myth," I whisper. "Dreams made flesh."
     His shock is replaced instantly by a fierce hunger. "You're sure?"
     The room is a swirling mist. He's the only thing still in sharp focus. He's the only thing I need. "I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her."
     I'm too tired to hang on to the real world, but I stubbornly cling to his hands to tell him one last thing. "The Eyrien, Daemon."
     He glances at Lucivar. "What about him?"
     "He's your brother. You are your father's sons."
     I can't hold on anymore and plunge into the madness that's called the Twisted Kingdom. I fall and fall among the shards of myself. The world spins and shatters. In its fragments, I see my once-Sisters pouring around the tables, frightened and intent, and Daemon's hand casually reaching out, as if by accident, destroying the fragile spidersilk of my tangled web.
     It's impossible to reconstruct a tangled web. Terreille's Black Widows may spend year upon frightened year trying, but in the end it will be in vain. It will not be the same web, and they will not see what I saw.
     In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Darkness, I hear another howling, one full of joy and pain, rage and celebration.

     Not just another witch coming, my foolish Sisters, but Witch.'





That was the Prologue to one of my FAVORITE BOOKS EVARRR!!!

Book is: Daughter of the Blood, by Anne Bishop

(c) Anne Bishop 1998, all rights reserved

:P

btw ... does anybody know how to change your font style? LOL

How do you make the little (c) thingie? >>

OK, so we got my hair died, right? Yeah. I know. it's not completely, like, all over my head .... but I like it >D!

It's sort of like this violet-ish color, and it's really subtle against my brown, but it actually does show up in the right light and looks AWESOMEEE O__O!!

I wanna get it al over my head >3<

Probably will, too :P

So, that's all for now, besides that I can't get this person out of my head ;_;





S/he must be tired from running through my head all day ... >_>


*not telling even what gender they are, because I myself am being confused about it ....*sigh*....