Hello!!
I am tehmekemonster! If you are looking for random tidbits and words you've come to the right place! You can read as much as you want of that here! Feel free to tell me what you think of all of it too! Writing it doesn't do me any good if no one tells me how it could be better!!
have fun, okay?
The other day I was waiting for a movie to start. It was eight and the film started at nine fifty, luckily a barnes and noble was just next door. I had entertainment before my entertainment to entertain me. I sat in the cooking section and looked through a guide to blogging that I had found. Gezz did I learn alot! Did you know that it is recomened to write 1,000 words to keep your writing skills up? I always knew practice makes perfect but I really got smacked in the face with how lazy and lame my blog really is. So I figured now is the time to fix that and really get down and dirty with this sick and lazy blog I have. It's like a pet I bought and don't know how to take care of, I got the care manuel, or I read part of it at least.
The book told me a blog that hadn't been updated in days was sick, and in monthes it was dead, you know what this calls for, a miricle elixir. Here blog, drink some water, have some hot food, breathe some air (yeah, just put that all up in your lungs there) let's get this party started. I wonder how many words this is....
A big question pops up when I think of reanimating the dead pet blog, what will I write about? I need to find something cool and interesting. I've been looking for some good anime to write fanfic for since I figured it would be a good start (ever heard of a good fanfic? seriously) and a lot of rabid fans would tell me how good or terrible I was. Feedback would be great, seriously guys I can't go anywhere without a little response from readers. I kinda imagine you all like my first period class, you all stare at me like I just spoke an alien language, your jaw hangs off of your face and your eyes look glassy and dead. zombies! I'm talking to dead people!!!
My dad told me to write about animes I've watched recently but school tends to suck time out of my day like a vaccum cleaner in a dust factory. It isn't like I don't want to blow off school and just watch anime all day and talk about it here but I'm not eager to become a delinquent otaku either. And goodness knows I would go crazy without human interaction. That's why I go to school.( and I have cool classes this year videogame programming among them, I'm pretty excited to make my own game when it's done I'll tell you all about it. I promise.)
I suppose I could blog about league of legends, I think I could manage that. I absolutely love the guys at riot games, whatever it is they do they do it pretty freaking epic. But what about LOL excatly? my games? new champs? I can't do anything that hasn't already been done six or seven times, and done much, much, better then I can manage now anyways. And if I did I would have to play like a million games to earn enough respect amongst the awesome sause players out there, they would cut me up and let me bleed surrounded by my own wreakage. On second thought I think I'll stay away from that one... I wonder how many words this is...
I could ramble about ponies all day, ever seen My Little Pony? The newest series is really good surpisingly. Nevermind I would get some serious hate mail... just no.
Look at me, being all undecisive! I should just pull a subject out of a hat and it would be better then all this crap I'm writing. bah!! I'll write some more words later!! Blogging is hard, don't let anyone tell you different!
hey~~! I'm back after a short break! good to see you all! On to the actual post, hurrah!
so, how does it feel to dream? like being in a state of euphoria, magical and dazed, I seem to stumble through my dreams like Alice in wonderland. don't get me wrong though, I love to dream! dreams are a vacation for your mind and imagination. in fact I came up with an interesting one just last night, here goes
math on the third story classroom was a bit like hell, you had some good people who do bad things but mostly you have those criminals who think they are the good guys but aren't. I was one of the good guys and I hated this class. the teacher had a thick Spanish accent which made her hard to understand and by sixth period she made so many mistakes I probably wouldn't be able to understand her otherwise.
that was when he walked in, the math teacher from first story classroom. he was an elegant gentleman, the Epiphany of anime character goodness and he had been paying a lot of attention to me as of late (and I loved it). Gracefully striding over to my own teacher he had a small conversation in Spanish with her (I only understood a little Spanish and didn't catch all of it) and took over teaching.
he must be a genius! a master of math because the lowly likes of me, an artist with no logical sense, could understand it! after lecturing and drawing up graphs he walked the classroom and gave help to the struggling students.
"do you understand all of this?" He asked when it came my turn.
"y-yeah!" I said a lot more enthusiastically then I intended.
He gave me a warm smile and moved on. It may have been warm to others but it was hot enough to melt my icy heart.later, in my little dorm, I was having a mild panic attack. I was under much stress and the imaginary love affair I had with the first story math teacher , whose name was Derrem by the way, didn’t help. There was a knock on the door and a muffled voice asking for me to come out, I was sure even though I couldn’t tell, that it was my brother just being annoying.
“go away!” I shouted, “all I want right now is that sexy math teacher!” I heard the door squeak open. I whipped around ready to beat the living snot out of my smaller sibling when I saw who it was, who else would it have been but Derrem, the sexy math teacher from the first story. I felt hot and burn-y all over, my body shook for nervousness and embarrassment. I couldn’t think of a single word to say.
“the writer is speechless.” He mused with a smile, and sexy smile at that. I just stood with my jaw dropped. “I was just looking to see if you finished your homework but I see you are busy.” he began to turn away.
He turned to leave, I wanted to jump over and bury my face in his chest but I was still frozen.
“oh, and don’t be so worried,” he mentioned nonchalantly over his shoulder “you’ll get what you want in the end…”
Was that weird or what? and I come up with that while I sleep!
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