The Chase Is ON

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Um check this out :)

Hey look at my about me thing!!! Scroll down. Farther. FARTHER!!!!

Thursday, December 9, 2010

First place!!!

First place goes to my dad, who seems to be the smartest of
you all!!!! Congrats!!! As for everyone else, keep trying!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

http://omgzombiecookie.blogspot.com GO THERE!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Okay, here's your first hint. Actually, it's a clue.

On a typical day, I would say "Cheesus! Mason is sooooo_________!"

the word missing is the first word needed to find my story with google.
Oh, and tip: it's not a story on here! Nothing I told you, especially not The Junks, a story I started today...oh nevermind!!!!!!!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

My little game

Ok here's the deal. If you can find MY story that I'm writing on the Internet (note that it is NOT a trick it's actually public)I will let you read every story I ever had on here and I will finish all three just for you, whoever you are that finds it. Good luck! I will gradually give you hints throughout.

Plan B...aka Operation QDSLS or Operation X

My plan b is going AMAZINGLY btw it is on the Internet but good luck finding me!!!! I hide on the Internet very well!!!!!!!!

Thursday, December 2, 2010

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth

I've just decided something. This blog is a waste of time. It's not like anyone reads it or anything and like geez I get it okay the only people who read this have jobs and better things to do I could put my efforts into something that I know people will like I want to have an audience my age I'll never get anywhere with my parents playing along with my little blog because they want to be somewhat involved in my life. I mean honestly he only reason I got a blog is cause I'm not allowed on facebook till march or something and once that happens
I'm never posing again. This is stupid and pointless. Nobody cares. I already have a backup plan about how to get people to read my stories and this time I can write what I wanna write about. When I blog I feel like I'm trapped in a little bubble I can't really write about what I want to. Goodbye for a while and when march comes goodbye forever. Feel free to comment, though I know you don't care enough to. I will read it.

A few words to darken your day (a bio of all my main characters)

Psst!!!! Over here! No, not over by the tree. Behind you! Yes, it's me, the one with the long curly brown hair and the brilliant brown eyes. I'm in your head. But you can see me... And now you are thinking about me. Well I'm sorry, but I can only please one person a day, and today is not yours. But listen closely. I'm hiding amongst a crowd that will never accept me and a family where I don't belong. I don't belong here. Not in this town. Not in this country. Not in this world. I feel kind of weird. I am a rose in a field of yellow tulips. I stand here alone; when I fall no one will catch me. Because no one WANTS to catch me. No one likes a self serving...um...person... My negotiating skills need a bit of work. I pray to the gods of imagination and lack of reality that the one I worship will come and save me one day. Save me from myself. And now the other side is taking over, and I'm turning into the one I once feared. It's saying come to the dark side, we have cookies. We can help you. And as I fade into the dark abyss that is enslaving my soul, I wonder if I have made the right choice.

Kieyra's Bio,not mine.

hello. welcome to the blog from hell. You have now entered the 2nd layer of hell. 3rd. 4th. 5th. BOOM! you just exploded hell. And heaven is not excepting you because you are reading the blog from hell right now, so you are stuck on earth, a lonely ghost. What???? no, i'm not evil. Just misunderstood. Like Katherine from the vampire diaries. It's just that no good people understand me, so all the bad people do instead, but that does not make me evil, it makes me misunderstood. Unlike you perfect people who are all perfect and never do any bad stuff, or manipulate people, or use people for your own mysterious purposes. Not that i do... i'm misunderstood, remember? I am a misunderstood, angsty teenager. I have no emotion. I say whatever and get on with my life. Thats what us angsty teens do. we sit and we keep all of our feelings all bottled up until it all comes out to complete srangers. Weird how we feel more comfortable telling our deepest secrets to people we don't know... I can be deep. I don't have to be as shallow as a kiddie pool. But it's a lifestyle choice. I am a kiddie pool. i choose to be a kiddie pool, and not as deep as an abyss. i am not an abyss, though, i am a kiddie pool. i am a puddle in a desert in Egypt. I am shallow. I am self centered. I am not a very empathetic person. I love rasberries!!!!! Thats the only good thing i will say. I am negative. I am pessimistic. I just don't care. Ever seen the end of romeo and juliet? i haven't. all i know is that they die because of so called love. We get it. Love sucks. They've made enough vampire romance movies to prove it. There should finally be a TRUE vampire movie where love does NOT conquer all and the vampire kills the human and they all live happily ever after, except for that one human who unfortunately died. boo hoo. stuff sock in it. "I miss Anne Rice. She was so...on it." that was not me, i was quoting the character Damon Salvatore from the vampire diaries. because thats what i do. I am a writer, so when i see a good idea, i steal it. Thanks dad, for teaching me how to steal other people's originality. thanks a bunch. I talk to birds and i whine about my pathetic life. i talk to the birds about my problems. a crow and an eagle. The eagle cares more, though. Now you're thinking, "oh, god, she's one of those." well, deal with it. well i am going to go now because i realize you don't care. goodbye, cruel world.