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?
love hurts. if there is one thing i know about love it is that love is painful in a way that nothing else is. i really hate it, what is it good for? but at the same time i have to have it! i love love! ahhhh! i can't stand it. LOVE Y U SO MEAN?!
all the time i think about love, and that doesn't help me but i haven't found a way to not think about it, it's equally impossible to think you can ignore love.
i sound totally wimpy, i'm gonna to stab myself now, bye.
If there is one thing I love in this world it's parties. You can't hate giant parties. Dancing, sweets, fun of all kinds. This summer there was a pool party, on a roof, which was really great because it was breezy, sunny and had an excellent view. There were tons of people there, not much food but swimming was really great in such warm weather. I wasn't much of a swimmer so part way through the festivities I sat out on my towel. I stared up at the clouds, feeling a little left out and a little hungry too.
Suddenly there was a scream from behind me. Shrieks filled the air, I whiped around. Everyone had their eyes on me, what was going on? "Get her downstairs!" "Quick!"
I just went with it and I was about to jump up and run downstairs when Ben ran over and hoisted me up "calm down I got it!" He shouted and hopped in the elevator.
He pressed the down button but he didn't let me down. I just sat there a bit akwardly. I didn't know ben all that well but it was always apparent that he was strong enough to pick me up. I just stared at him creepily for a while. It was a really tall building but as soon as the elevator door opened Ben was running me off to god knows where.
Honestly how can you not love a good party?
And that is what come up with when I think for too long.
What is destiny? The divine? Is it even my place to define it? Some may believe in a cause behind events over which we have no control, and even still we all explain and interpret these things differently? What do you believe? and before you call it blasphemy, hear my story.....
Suzanne fabre was dreaming, but she was stil awake. she was ill and this was normal. Her head ached, her bones were stiff, she blamed her age. She was nearing her fourties and being idle for so long make her prone to sickness. However, something made her stir, what it was she had no idea. She simply had the over whelming desire to see the sun and take a stroll through manor gardens.
Never had she felt the need to move so badly and when he did her pain seemed lessened. What relief! She immediately put on her shoes and stepped into the courtyard.
The yard was empty, completely cleared. Not a soul despite the nice weather and myraid of colorful blooms. She strode about admiring the flowers that pete the gardener took care of so very well. She was then interuppted by a unfirmliar voice.
"my, my, my, to see one as beautiful as you among the petals. It must be my lucky day."
Suzanne turned to see a face as unfirmilar and mysterious as the voice it belonged to. One malkuth soldier stood before her bowing slightly to show respect and smiling mischievously.
"And who are you?" Suzanne inquired, more curious them surprised.
"I am colonel Jade Curtiss" he stated dropping to one knee "and you must be the Lady Fabre" He smiled taking her hand and kissing the first knuckle sweetly.
Was it destiny? Was it really? Or maybe it was cruel fate that they could never be as one. Who could ever be sure....
Sorry Luke, Jade didn't help you out because he thought it a good cause, he just had a thing for your mom.
What is the internet? Is it a series of tubes? A network of users and programs? or is it more simple? For me internet is all about communication, if you don't receive info what is the good? I've always wondered about internet because it is so vast yet intricately connected to everything we do nowadays. Here's a bit of fanfic I thought of just for you guys!
I sat on my pillow encrusted bed. I was three inches deep in fluff and spring but I was not about to sleep, I was too sad, and to excited. I'd become very close to a person I meet online, we were practically best friends now but my father noticed a steep drop in my grades and was threatening cutting of internet connection. I wouldn't be able to survive that.
My computer screen lit up, guess who was online? His name was Allen Walker, yes the anime character, somehow we had been able to connect over the world wide web. How? I often asked myself, why? I sometimes pondered. I accepted it as a miracle now, my own personal miracle, I would never tell a soul.
"My father wants to shut our connection" I told him through tears, "after two years this is how we end huh?" I began to elaborate and reminisce with him.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked "please stop crying!" We started to talk about old times. Two years worth of rough and smooth sailing was about to end.
"I guess this is goodbye," he said as the clock neared 2am "I hope I can see you soon"
"You too"
My computer shut down, looks like my internet died or shut off. Either way I was alone now.
Funny thing happened a few years later. I met a cosplayer on the street near a convention one time. He talked like an old friend and told me he would never be far. Sounded strange at the time, but sometimes life is strange.
This is one of my favorites!
I've mulled it over quite a bit these last few days. How's it sound?
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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