Monday, April 27, 2009

Chapter 8

Lia POV
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I listen to the waterfall. Whoosh, whoosh whoosh.
Not my kind of thing. Water, I mean. It's all wet and stuff.
I shudder.
Lori, for your sake, I hope your right on this, I think.
I am right, Lorissa smiles. I always am.
I roll my eyes. Yeah, right.
Exactly!
You're hopelss, you know that?
No I'm not. I'm full of hope!
Hopeless.
I take a breath, about to dive in. I can feel the sheild, rippleing across my skin.
Lorissa flies ahead of me though the waterfall, then back. See? I'm a-o-kay.
I laugh.
Common! Lori says.
I'm comming, I'm comming.
I fly through the roaring waterfall, bracing myself for the cold.
It doesn't come.
Wow. You were right.
Surpirsed?
Kinda.
Lori laughs. Look around, why don't ya?
I look.
We standing-er, hovering-in an air pocket.
Yeah. An air pocket.
Apperently the place the 'myths' live was in the middle of the waterfall.
Ooo-kay. Where are we?
Rynewlib, the air-pocket city.
Huh?
Rynewlib. Its Faerie.
Which means....?
City in the Waterfall. Rough translation.
You fluent?
I speak all the language of the 'myths.' Faerie, Elven, Mere, Were, Vampyre-
Vampyre? Were?
Vampyre. Why do you think there been all those disappearances in Blackrain?
I nod. I can understand that. But a whole Vampyre language?
Uhh-huh. New Age & Tradtional. She smiles.
I laugh.
What about the Weres? What are they? Any wolves?
She laughs. Were wolves really are myths. No, we have WereLions, WereBears, and WereElephants.
I laugh again. WereElephants. In all my years, I would never, ever, ever guess that WereElephants walked the Earth.
"Ummm....Excuse me, miss, but why are you laughing?" A timid little 'myth' tugges on my dress.
Lori, who is this?
Lori smiles, and touches the ground. "Why hello there, Dyilia. Thats my twin sister, Lia." She hugs the black-haired girl. "She just found out about WereElephants."
"Oh." Dyilia wiggles free from my sister's grasp. "How is that funny?" She frowns.
I laugh again. "Well, I'm kinda used to WereWolves, and stuff like that."
It is Dyilia's turn to laugh. "WereWolves? Now THAT is funny."
I blush.
"Dyilia, would like to lead my sister and I to the your mother?" Lorissa says.
"Do I have to? You know the way as well as I do!" Dyilia crosses her arms.
"Now, Dyilia, I would think that as the daughter of one of the Council memmbers, as one of Rynewlib's Princesses, to show the Silver One to the Council.
"Ooo-kay. Hold up." I say. "Silver One? Council? Princess? Explain."
Dyilia rolles her eyes. "She's the Silver One? She knows nothing. Nice going, Lorissa."
"Dyilia's mother will explain." Lorissa sighs. "I'm not good at explaining things."
I sigh. It's true. She flunks English, year after year, because she always messes up the reports and gets tongue-tied when she tries to present.
Still, I don't like the sound of this 'Silver One' business

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Chapter Seven

OMG! WTF? CAT?!?!?
I don't expect you to understand that.
Anyways.
Ebil New charrie! New POV! Really just an intro.
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I tap my nails, a perfectly painted gold. I like gold. The best for the best, no?
"What?" I say. "What do you have? Is it something about the Faeries? Good or bad? You know what? I don't what to hear it." I just love doing that, not even letting them have a chance to speak. So fun.
"B-but Miss Saelianna...it's important." The big one, bald, about 40 stutters.
"Richie, how many times have I have told you not to call me that? This place could be bugged. You, off all people should know that." I smile, just to throw him off.
"I dunno.....at least a 500." Richie gulps.
"And how many times have I told you not to a wise guy? No pun in tented."
To anyone not in the know, this would have looked mighty funny. A girl, not even a teen yet, bossing a man who look was both 4 times her age and size?
But most 12-year-old girls weren't Saelianna Smite.
Most 12-year-old girls don't own a gun, let alone a crime ring.
One of the top 5 crime rings in America, to be exact.
Nice, eh?
Like I said, most 12-year-old girls weren't Saelianna Smite.
"I dunno." Richie puts his hands behind his back and looks at his feet.
I let it slide. Goons, no matter how smart, are goons. And Richie Baladove just happened to be one of those goons.
"What is it?" I stand up, hands on desk. "What is it?"
"B-b-b-but said you didn't what to know!" The small one says.
"I very well I know what I said, Karl."
"Hey, what a sec. How come you could say our names, we can't yours?" Richie is slow on the uptake.
"Raise your hand if you own a crime ring." I raise mine. Both Richie and Karl's stay put. "Exactly."
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Short, sweet, lets you meet the charrie. Nice, no?

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Your Not Gonna Understand a Word of this...But It's Not at all Randomness

That rhymed. Yay! =]

OMG! WTF! CAT! X]
The Family Business. o.O
u nwkr qgwb gw anukws. ;]
PIE! X]
Holy Tax Accountant! X]
Metallicar =]
The Colt + Edward= Yay! =]
Angel Radio =]
There's an Angel and a Demon siting the back seat.... X]
I always thought he meant the state. =]
KAZ 2Y5 =]

I can go on and on..

Who Are You And What Have You Done To Juliana Lynne Conradi?

Okay, I'm gonna do this Supernatural Style =]

Then:
Julie was a super-hyper kid who never shut up
Julie was flunking math
Was afraid of blood (very big)
Julie never had a second thought.
Julie was incomplete.

Now:
I am still hyper (sometimes)
I can make my self shut up!
I am getting A's
Now fear of blood, whatsoever. (I'm afraid of needles now =/)
I have second thoughts. And third. And fourth...
I am whole...i guess.



Now this might not seem like a big deal to you, but I tell you, 6 or so months ago, 'Demon Hunter' wouldn't have been #3 on my list of Chosen Professions. It wouldn't have even been on the list. and now it's only #3 because of the very low probabilty of it happening, otherwise it would be #1.
6 or so months ago watching 8 episodes of Supernatural would have given me nightmares for months. Last night (or this morning), I stayed up until 3 doing exactly that. And I fell asleep on the couch right afterward, to a dreamless sleep.
6 months or so ago I wouldn't have been begging to let my mom get me Doc Martins.
Oops.
I did say that?
I blame Yasmin!

Friday, April 24, 2009

Chapter Six

Ohmygosh!
This chapter is from Lorissa's POV! She has a more refined voice...whereas Lia has a more hardcore one...
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It strikes me strange that Lia expected me as her twin sister so fast. If I'd been her, I would have been skeptical.
But she agreed to me so fast, like her subconscious knew all long.
Which, considering my 'life' lately, was all too possible.
I take another look at my sister, who was flying a bit behind me.
She was all silver.
That was why I'm taking her to meet the 'myths' in Faerie form.
Faeries that have silver, even just a bit, have powerful magic.
Lia is pure silver.
My twin sister is the most powerful Faerie-or 1/8 Faerie-in History, all History, Both human and 'myth.'
Now don't you go thinking I'm jeaulos of my sister. By no means am I.
Do you know the amount of responsibility she will hold in the 'myth' community? Yes, the 'myth' community. Not just the Faerie's but all other 'myths'.
Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Ever.
So yeah, I'm not jealous.
Of course, even though we can read each others minds, we can only the thoughts we want each other to hear. So Lia had no idea. And I was not out to tell her.
"We're almost here." I think.
The last safe place for 'myths' was deep in Blackrain Forest, where no ordinary human could reach; behind a roaring waterfall, was a giant meadow, where hundreds of thousands of 'myths'.
"Behind here." I touch down at the base of the waterfall.
"We are going to go through a waterfall?" She lands behind me.
"Um...yes?" I raise an eyebrow, I happen to be quite good at it.
"Crap."
I laugh. That is so Lia.
"Oh. Right. You don't like getting wet."
"Is the waterfall necessary?"
I nod.
"Crap."
Suddenly, an idea comes to my head.
Shield. I think Create a shield.
And how do I do that?
Like this
. I radiate my magic over my skin. I fly through the waterfall, then back. Not a drop of water on me. At all.
Could ya go through the process again?

I sigh, and demonstrate for my sister. See?
I think so...let me try. She trys and it works perfectly.
Big suprise.
Ooh, a suprise?
Lia looks up. I love suprises. Where?
Nowhere. Nowhere. Now come on.
We fly through the waterfall, the water missing us by feet.

I am on my annule vegatarin kick...

psh...yeah.
The title says it all.
Basicly, every year I make an antempt to become a vegatarin...maybe this year's the year!
Cross your fingers.

can't spell

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Chapter Five

"So, what do we do?" Lorissa and I are sitting in Blackwell Manor, half-an-hour later.
"I was hoping you would know. That's why I tracked you down."
Lorissa had grown up in Blackrain Forest, with the vast number of 'myths.' She had herd about a person (me) who sound a lot like her, so she had waited until out our clocks had reset, and befriend me as a 'human.'
'I do know one thing." I brush some dust of the fire place. "Well, three really."
"What?" Lorissa frowns
"Crap. We really need to fix up this place. And I need to meet the myths."
"You said it, agreed, and follow me." Lorissa turned into her Faerie form, ruining another perfectly good dress, a white one from the era we were born.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll fix it later." Lorissa could reading my mind, and only my mind, she was a Faerie. And vice versa.
Brings a whole new meaning to twin telepathy, huh?
I sigh and follow her. "Why are we approaching them as Faeries, anyways?"
"They know me. They don't know you. Aprproaching them as a
myth' is just better."
I flap my wings. "I am a 'myth.' Lets see....Half ghost? Myth. 1/8 Faerie? Check. 3/8 human? Check. I think that quailfys as a 'myth.'" I roll my eyes.
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't"
"Look, if you look at bit more like them, they might like you a bit better."
"What, you can't put a good word in for me?"
She stares at me.
I shut up.
For a long time, the only sound is the flapping of our wings.
"We're almost there." Lorissa thinks.
I sigh, and take a deep breath.
Time to meet the 'myths.'

What do you get for the cousin who has everything?

So my cousin's 13 b-day is Monday? Any Ideas?
*needs help* *bad*

PLEASE STOP THE MUSIC

I littarly can't conentrant, at ALL. Stupid ADHD. Stupid stupid stupid.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Chapter Four

Crap.
Lorissa-yes! I finally got it right!-wasn't joking.
I could tell by the two sharp pains in the middle of my back. Right where a pair of wings would be.
Crap.
As if my life wasn't crazy enough already.
"Yow! This hurts!" I shout. "How do stand it?"
"Believe it or not, after a while, you get used to it." Lorissa nods her head up and down.
"Yeah, right." I snort.
"Really!"
"Do I look any different?" I ask.
"Okay...you hair is silver, so are your eyes and wings. Your just that much taller, and that's about it."
"I like black better."
"Pshh...I don't. Silver would be sooo cooler."
"Anyway, whatever" we say at the same time and start laughing.
"What did you mean by 'bugged,' earlier?" I ask.
"Ohh...that."
I look at her with a glare. 'That' was not good, I could tell, I was good at telling those sort of things.

"Lor-lor-lorissa," I say, the name was strange on my tongue, I had trouble saying it, "What do you mean by 'that?'"
She takes a deep breath, sign number two something was up.
"We....we are being f-fol-followed." she spits out. "Someone, purely human, has found out us and our...unique background."
Unique was one way of putting it. I mean, how many people are half-dead, AND can grow wings?
Yeah, I thought so.

"They-it is more than one person as far as I can tell-are planning to trap us, and preform studies one us." she continues. "They plan on putting us in a zoo, along with other 'myths,' like we were common animals!"
"And we would be the big attraction, the headliners." I finish, horror becoming evident on my face.
"Exactly.
I bite my lip.
Not. Good. At. All.
Or, in what I seem to be saying far too often today, crap.

Chapter Three

Marie smile, again. "Good. You trust me."
"Why wouldn't I?" I frown.
"Because, in order to show you want I am about to, you need to trust me."
"Ooo-kay then."
"Don't worry," she smiles, "We will be safe." She start to walk into the thick green.
I follow her, what else was I to do? Go back? No, that was definitely not an option.
The green grew thicker and thicker, to the point where I thought it couldn't be more green.
And then she stopped.
We were in front of a old, broken down house.
"Look," she told me. "Look."
I walked forward. There was a small sign, the words barely legible. "Blackwell Manor?" I frowned. I am a Blackwell. This was my house. Funny, Father never told me about it.
"Marie, what does my house have anything to do with what you are."
"Just about everything, sister of mine."
"Marie, is this a joke? Cause it ain't funny." God, I sound like a cookie cutter.
"Fist of, my name is not Marie." She smiled at me.
"What is it then?"
"Lorissa Mae Blackwell. Your twin sister, and your guardian Faerie. Or ghost-Faerie, anyway" As if on cue, Marie-I mean Lorissa- changes.
Her hair, once a bright red, becomes dark, straight, blacker then the blackest black.
Her green eye once again flash black-and stay that way.
Her freckles fade.
And wings, silver knifes, shoot out of her back.
This really explains the pointed ears.
"Nice try. But if you were really my twin sister, I would be able do that too." I raise my eyebrows, I do have a point. Right?
"Our mother, Ruby Jones, was 1/4 Faerie. Which makes us, her children 1/8 Faerie."
I look at her. I know Faerie are real and all, but know way am I part Faerie. "Oh-Kay then."
Marie-I mean Lorissa-rolls her eyes. "Lia, I can prove it. Think about becoming like me, like a Faerie."
I decide to humor her.

Ten things I bet you didn't know about me

1. I am very paranoid: I never leave my house (or my room for that matter) without a silver bangle and a baggie full of salt. (again don't ask. well you could, but probably you don't want to)
2. meh alter-ego is a half-ghosty named Zahlia Lynx Blackwell, other wise known as Lia
3. blood don't scare meh no more. it used to I only have one thing to say to that: "take that, Brissa!". and "ha-ha-ha-ha"
4. I don't yell at Yasmin. I am talk at her kinda angry and loud. X]
5. I always keep a count-down to thursday. and on thursday, I keep a count down until 9 o'clock
6. I'm pretty sure my blood is 80% pizza, I eat so much of it
7. sometimes I go by Annie (Juliana=me, so Annie can = me)
8. I don't have a happy place. I have a SCARY PLACE! X]

9. paranoid is my favorite word at the moment
10. I had stitches on my right thumb when I was 5

Monday, April 20, 2009

Chapter Two

"What are you?" I whisper, just to make sure that it was not just some coincidence, and that Marie hadn't heard me.
Yeah, like I would be so lucky.
"A human, just like you." Marie answered me with a nervous giggle.
"You are not human. If you were a human, you wouldn't be able to hear me right now."
Marie gulped.
"Show me your ears." I say, checking if she was an elf or Faerie would be the easiest thing to do right now, it would cause a scene, and will be the least painful for her. "Show me your ears."
Slowly, Marie pulls a thick vale of red hair, revealing slightly pointed ears.
"Okay, you partcially human. But what are you?" I ask again.
Marie's green eyes flash black. "What's it to you?"
"You know what's it to me. Now tell me, or God help me, I will kick your bottom from here to China," I growl.
"Not here," She says.
"Oh, yes you will tell me here. All you have to do is whisper it to me and I would here it as if you had yelled. Which you already know," I glare.
"Lee-a."
"Do NOT Lia me."
"But Lia sound just this much cooler than Zahlia, even though it has a 'Z' in it," she frowns.
"Do I care?"
Marie shakes her head, and frowns again. "I guess not, even though it is your name."
Crap. She was trying to distract me. Well, it ain't gonna work, I can tell you that.
"What are you?" I ask for the 3rd time.
"Not here. It is not safe here. This place, it could be bugged. Which it probably is, we-you and me-are being watched, you know," Marie muses.
I look at her like she's crazy. Of course, my motto is everyone is crazy, some just more than others. "Do you a place that is 'safe'?" I say, after about three minutes.
"I take it you don't mind ditching." That was how she said-a statement, not a question. I still nodded.
"Good. Follow me." In one swift motion, Marie pulled her wallet out of the pocket, and a 20 out of her wallet. "Keep the change." She called as we walked out the door, it had only been a 10 dollar meal.
We walked for 5 minutes, the Marie came to a halt at the corner of Main and 5th, which was right past the school. She was looking towards the forest.
"No." I said, plain and simple. "No way. You know wants in there. Or rather, you is possibly in there."
"Pshh, nothings in Blackrain Forest." She turns, and looks at me, a smile-yes, a smile, of all things!-on her face
"Oh, yeah? How do explain all the attacks, the disappearances?" I cross my arms.
"I can. But not here." she her smile grows wider.
Again, I look at her like she's crazy.
"Oh, don't worry," she smiles. "As long as your with me, you can't get hurt. I won't let them."
I gulp. Not good.
"Come." She holds out her hand, waiting of me to take, to go into the Forest.
Don't, my head reasons, don't, don't.
Go, my heart says, you're already half dead, you can't die.
The two voices fill my brain, drowning out every thing. Should I go back to school, to safety? Or go with Marie, my friend, the only person I can trust-right?
I close my eyes.
What to do?
And then, I let my heart take wheel of my actions.
"I'll come"

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Ladidadisupernaturalladidadi

If you caught that your smart!
Congratulations!
If you have any question ask me.
Just be prepared: I MIGHT talk your ear off.
Cause who DOESN'T love demon hunters?
Unless your a demon.
It would be understandable then if you didn't like them.
But I'm not a demon, so I love the demon killers.
Now go and talk to the girl who is jealous of the spoon about the teddy bear doctors!*
X]

*that is not randomness. It DOES have a meaning. And in context it is funny. Okay, it is funny about of context too, but still.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Chapter One

I was bored half to death. Of course, I was already half dead. So, I was bored to death? Maybe. I don't really know.
It was precisely 11:54 on a Thursday morning, which was completely being waisted in math class. I mean, common, I was over 100 years old. I've learned more than enough math than Mr. Miller had learned in his lifetime.
So why was I trapped inside of room 187?
Even though I know perfectly well, I wondered.
I know I have to play up my human half, pretend to be a normal 7th grader. But lets face it, I am not a normal 7th grader. I wasn't even a normal as a ghost, for goodness sake! I don't, I won't ever, not once be so-called normal.
The rang, and Mr. Miller's geometry lesson was halted.
I gathered up my books slowly, swung my bag over my shoulder, trudged out of the classroom, where the closest thing I would ever have for best friend, Marie Johnson, was waiting for me.
"How boring was Mr. M's lecture? Could we learn something less useful?" Like me, Marie was in AP Math.
"I know, really." I roll my ice blue eyes.
"So, whats new?" she plays with a lock of chestnut brown hair.
"Nothing!" I want to scream. "Nothing at all! I haven't changed one bit for over a hundred years! I'm half dead!"
But of course, I don't. Instead I say, my voice short and sharp, like a knife, "Nothing," plain and simple. "Nothing."
"Okay," Marie said, but she doesn't believe me. I can tell, she raised her eyebrows.
I raise mine back at her.
She laughs, a peal of bells.
"Look, I might have something to tell you, but not hear. Okay?" I sigh, I've known Marie since we-no, she. I just appeared to be. One thing about being only half ghost: I grow like a normal human, except when I "die," I don't die, my body resets it self, like some sort of clock, and I become 2 years old, appearance wise, but have all my memories.-be 4 or 5.
"Ooh, good, 'cause I have something to tell you, too." She grins at me. "Lunch?"

"Sure," I grinned right back at her.
We stop at our lockers, and drop off our stuff. I glance at the small mirror in my mine. I was, as usual, a girl with piercing ice blue eyes, and to making my translucent skin even paler, I had wavy, jet black hair. Nothing new. Same as always.
"So, where do ya want to go eat?" We were at the school gate.
"Oh, I dunno" Marie chewed a thumbnail.
"Pizza?" I suggest.
"Sure, why not?"
We walk in silence to the Pizza Hut, then grab a table in the back when we get there.
We got a small pizza, plain old cheese. She got a soda, I got nothing else but a cup of water, heavy on the ice.
Another thing about being half-ghost: like a regular human, you need to eat, but the ghost blood dialates it, makes your hunger weaker, so you only need to eat once a day, twice if your human side is weak. And for some reason, half-ghosts (or half-ghost, I'm the only half-ghost to "live," as far as I know) don't like meat. It makes them (me?) sick. Real sick.
Trust me. I learned the hard way.
I took a slice, and bit into it. The cheese streched and tomato sauce got on my shirt. Good thing I only wore black, sometimes a deep red.
"Crap," I whisper.
"Crap what?" Marie asks me.
That is not a good thing. When I whisper, my voice is so quiet, so faint that only a so-called-"mythical"-creature can hear it.
And Marie heard it.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Prologue

Imagine being trapped between living and dead. A steady heart beat, but no change. Year after year after, trapped in a never-changing body.
This is my life. I have lived it ever since I was born, July 4th, 1876, to a sole parent, Ruby Jones. No one, with the exception of my mother and myself, knew who was my father.
That was because Heath Blackwell, my father, had been dead for one hundred years.
Of course, that was 133 years ago.
But people aren't any more excepting of ghosts-or half ghost, in my case-in 2009 then they were in 1876.
In fact, they don't even know we exist. They think we are myths, such as elves, or Faeries.
Funny thing though: elves and Faeries just happen to be real. So are meres and witches, and just about ever other "mythical" creature you've heard of.
In short, you don't in the world you thought did.
Earth just got a whole lot crazier.

New Zahlia Story

It desided to make a new story about, Zahlia, purely of my own imagination.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Julie's BrainWave Now Presents The 5th Hogwarts House!

What if there was a 5th Hogwarts Founder? A 5th House? If the House Ghost was Half-Dead?
Note: I might have put the main charchter in the other story I am writing in a big role. And her cousins. Not my fault.
Starring:
Gwendoyn the Super-Elf
Zahlia the Half-Ghost
& Claire and Matt, Human Cousins of the Super-Elf

There's another reason why the 3rd floor is out of bounds, even with the Sorccer's Stone gone.
My name is Zahlia Miracle, a 2cd year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a student of 5th House.
Most people have no idea that Hogwarts had a 5th Founder, Maelynne Miracle, my great-great-great grandmother. Only a few do, the Headmaster and the students of the house of Miracle.
You see, Miracle is open to special witch or wizards. Students who are part Faerie, or a vampire even.
We are like any other House at Hogwarts. We wear our House colors, black and white, proudly. We cheer on our mascot, the wolf. We even have a House ghost, me.
Okay, so maybe it's a House half-ghost. Same difference, in my opinion.
"Is not." One of my best friends, an Elven princess named Gwendolyn, who is also the future Queen of Magic, tells me once again.
I look to Gwen's twin cousins, Matt and Claire, who are not Elfs (long story there), for help. "Please talk some sense into her." I say in English to Matt and Claire, just to tick Gwen off. She can only speak the language of her magical relatives, wheres her cousins are fluent in English, Spanish, and french, in addition to Gwen's native Elven, Faerie and Mermish.
"Don't look at me." Matt holds up his hands.
"Gwen's entitled to her opinion." That was Claire for you.
"Fine." I huff. Don't want to get Gwen too mad, she's super powerful, lots of magical blood. She's half elf, part Faerie, part meremish, part sorccer, part witch, a bit of Muggle blood too. Most powerful magic welder in the world, Claire and Matt tieing for second place (they are basically the same as her, only more Muggle blood and no Elven blood). Like I said, don't mess with the Super-Elf.
We were sitting in our dorm; we all get to stay in the same room because we are the most magical, and that's how Miracle House sorts us. Matt get to stay with us even though he's a boy since he's related to half the people in the House.
I look at Gwen's long, curly, bright red hair. I wish it was mine, no matter how much she hates it. Way better then my pale-on-pale-on-pale coloring.
Sighing, I played with a silvery-blonde strand of my hair with one glowing, semi-transuent hand, and bit the thumb nail on my other one. "I think it's time for us to go eat." Another perk of being only half dead. Unlike most ghosts, I can can eat, something my father is ever jealous of, and something I am ever grateful for. How would I live -no pun intended- without chocolate?
"Yum," Matt darts out of the tower.
Laughing, Gwen, Claire, and I and followed him
Okay, maybe I floated. Same difference.

That is the first chapter. Read and Revuive (R&R), please.

Randomness Backwards

Ssenmodnar=Randomness

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

My allergies

I have two allergies: grass and benadryl. If I lay down in grass my eyes get swollen together. So I can't use the Slip-N-Slide.
Anyway.
Benadryl just makes me sick. Hello, I thought you were made to help get better.
Anyway.
Here is the story of How I Found Out I Was Allergic to Benadryl and Yes It has Grass Too.
One day when I was 9-ish I was at Dumb-Old-Girl-Scout-Camp-That-The-Moms-Made-Me-Go-To and my group was having a picnic and I was eating salty watermelon and I layed down on the grass cause I forget about being allergic to it. Everything was find and dandy for the rest of the day.
Then When I woke up I couldn't open my eyes. "Mom get in here. I can't see." I was very confused. And then I remimbered that I layed in the grass yesterday. Mom gave me some Benedryl. Yay! I could see. And then I got sick. So I got to stay home from Dumb-Old-Girl-Scout-Camp-That-The-Moms-Made-Me-Go-To. I gotta watch my favorite soap opera, One Life To Live. That was good. I don't get watch it that much anymore, sense I had my tonsil-echtamy. Before I got my tonsils were taken out I missed a lot of school cause my tonsils were so swollen.

How A Zipper Works

Zippers can only be manufactured using modern machines, but they are built around two of the oldest and simplest tools in the history of civilization: the wedge and the hook.
A wedge is just an object with a slanted surface. If you push a wedge forward against an object, it will push the object to the left or right. . A hook is a curved piece of material that can be used to grab onto another piece of material. Hooks have been used as fastening devices for thousands of years because they are simple and generally sturdy. When used as a fastening device, a hook is generally coupled with a loop, eye or hollow area, which receives the hook. A zipper track is made up of dozens of teeth, each of which combines a hook and a hollow. The idea is to latch every hook on each of the two tracks into a hollow on the opposite track. The latching mechanism, called the slide, is just a collection of wedges. You can see how this system works in the diagram below. As the slide moves up the zipper, the two teeth strips must enter at a specific angle. As the strips move through the slide, the slide's inclined edges push the teeth toward each other. The strips are offset from each other, so each hollow settles onto a hook in sequence. For this to work properly, each tooth must be exactly the same size and shape, and they all must be perfectly positioned on the track. This would be all but impossible without modern manufacturing technology.
In a well-made zipper, the interlocking teeth form an incredibly secure bond -- it is very difficult to separate the teeth by pulling the two strips apart. But the slide can easily separate the teeth, using a simple plow-shaped wedge. When the slide is pulled down, the wedge pushes against the slanted edges of the hooks, pivoting each tooth off of the tooth below it. Just like that, the zipper tracks are detached.

Zippers are wierd

Zippers are wierd. I can't spell wierd. Who made that word up?
Anyway.
How do they even work? There confusing. I'm gonna go find out how they work and I'll post that.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

My phobias

I am super-deadly afraid of 2 things: spiders and heights. But for some reason I'm okay with flying. Maybe its because of the fact airplane are a lot safer than cars.
Anyway.
My fear of spiders is so bad that I would rather face a thirsty vampire while I'm gushing blood (which I'm not too fond of either) than face ANY spiders. At all.
My fear of heights is so bad that when I go on the Coronado Bridge I blindfold my self. And lean away from the window. Yeah, we don't go to the Coronado Bridge very often. At lest when I'm in the car.

Smilling Eyes


Friday, February 20, 2009

Do ya remeaber that crazy elf from awhile back?

Do ya remeamber that crazy elf living inside my head from awhile back? The that said that I had to write a story about her or else. I started that story. She was pretty convincing. Who knows what she's able to do to me? Really cause she livein in my head.
I love to share my story so far, but I have a ploicy of sort that says I can't share my work till I've finished, and since the first book is wroth 200 years It gonna take me A LONG TIME!!!

In a pickle of sorts. And I don't really like pickles. Except for when they're on my hambuger

For some unexplainable reason my so-called best friend is mad at me. All I did was tell the truth and what I feel like most of the time. Its not my fault she took it the wrong way. What I did write her a letter that told the truth. And truth I mean that it was 8 things I hate about her. And she got mad. Yeah, how do ya think it makes me feel, she always is pointing out my flaws. Its always about her her her! Can I have turn please? It felt sooooooooo good to get it of ny chest.
Anyway.
Last night I wrote her a letter of ten things I love about her, and then I folded it into an envolope. I hopen shes appericates that justure. Folding a paper into a envolope is hard!
Anyway.
I gave to her mom, because if I gived to her she wouldn't expect it.
Please Please Please some help. Even more if on Monday I'm not wearing my broken mood ring. We that instead of those cheesy Best Friend necklaces. And thats why I'm not wearing mine.
I'm picking her up from school this afternoon. I think.
The prolem is resolved. I think. Can't really be sure tell tomorrow. And tomorrow never comes. I guess I will never ever know.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Happy Birthday Mom!

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
This is the best I can come up with
Since I'm not good with scissors and glue
Happy birthday dear Mom
Happy birthday to you

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Meet

I did spell meet right thank you very much. I can spell sometimes.
Anyway.
Meet is Meet as in Gymnastics Meet as in the Gymnastics Meet I am gonna be in on May 21.
Yay!!!

I colify for every event by bars. But I don't care much for bars anyway. They make my soooo sore. If I have a class on Friday, and I do alota bars, I'm sore for my whole weekend.
I Like The Beam cause I'm good at it.
But the floor sucks. I can't do cart wheels. And forward/backward rolls make me dizzy!
But Hey, I made It!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Surfhenge

surfhenge



falling off

into the salt water

cold

seagulls over my head

the smell is sweet

my faviorte in the world

indesrcibalbe

i climbe back on

my white long board

paddle out

to where i can't touch the floor

here comes

a wave

catch it

kneel, one foot in front of anougher

stand up, shaking

wind in my hair

i make it

to shore

i head back out to the water

the only sound to hear

is my yell

celebrating

the self-victory

of the early hours

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

alone

Note: I wrote This poem mouths ago at the begining of the school year. The presice date is 10/29/08. Excepct it is new cause i'm gonna add to it.

alone

by Julie Lynne

quite mourning
silent bliss
sweet song in my head
my heart
eye of the hurricane
no troubles
if just for a little while

sunset
cotten-candy clouds
strung arcoss the sky

wheels turning
my bike weaves
the same path
over and over again
new each time


Monday, February 9, 2009

Speaking of cats...

I'm happy! My cat, Shankie, is NOT dead! He came to the backyard yesterday. And he got in the house a few times. Its hard to get him back outside. He has a few new scars now, tough. I wonder if he got in a fight. Oh, gosh, I hope not.
From now on I'm gonna make it a point to sit outside in the sun with and pet him and read while I'm at it.

I'm Sitll Sore

Therea a reason why I haven't been moveing alot. I'm still sore from my gymnastics class on Friday. I hate hate the uneven bars. I'm so much better at the Balince Beam. My Teacher, Miss Lonna, has a mini one that was signed by Nastia Lukin, one of my gymnastics heros. The other one is Shawn Johnson.

Friday, February 6, 2009

There's a reason that I'm in a bad/sadistick

Because people in my books keep on dieing. And not the villians, like Voldemort. People I actallty like. You now good guy. Protaganists.
Ex) Dumbledore
Harry Potter (but then he came back to live)
Dobby
Fred
The Parents of main charciter in my book
The Old people who help her.

Bleech

Friday, January 30, 2009

List of people who died in Harry Potter

Harry Potter (but then he came back to life.... it's complecated)

Fred

Snape

Voldemort

Bellatrix Lestrage

Dobby

Tonks

Lupin

Qurriel (way back in first year)

Tom Riddle (Voldemorts dad/ Voldemort)

Ted Tonks (Tonks' dad)

A couple of goblins who's names it can't remember

Cedric Diggory (I still say he didn't die. "Cedric Diggory didn't die, he became a vampire and changed his name to Edward Cullen.")

Dumberdore

Lily Evans/Potter

James Potter

Siuris Black

Collin Creevy (And I was really starting to like him too)

Hedwig (all I can say is WAA... I liked that owl)

Either Crabbe of Goyle, I can reminber which one died, I think it's Goyle

Lots of Death Eaters

Barty Crouch Sr.

Scrimagore

Pius Thickness

Aargog

More later, its all I can think of right now

Thursday, January 29, 2009

I'm still trying cheer my self up.

I'm the author of my life.

Too bad I'm writeing in pen so I can't erase my mistakes.

On a lighter note. Or maybe not.


I just like this picture. My friend Viannea e-mailed it to me 3 years ago. She moved to Arizona. Oh great, now I'm sad again. Not to menchen I'm a clutz. I surriosly need to yell at to sign me up for gymnastics. 4 months going with out it just makes me clutzier. Even my fingers are clutzie.

I am in a nark. Bleech!

Nark- brit speak for a REALLY, REALLY, bad mood



I am in a nark. A really bad nark. I can't even type right or spell or do anything right. Bleech.

Right now I hate:
My sister Baylee- but then again what else is new?
Lord Voldemort- Yeah, that goes without saying
Math- but then again what else is new
Cleaning my room- yeah, that goes with saying too

Blanca- My old next door nieghbor who is __________ (insert your own insult here)
Spelling- Duh
Pretty much every thing at the momant

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

My mind is a maze

A map of my mind:
pizza
orange soda
Death Eaters
History Test
Wands
Vampires
The Swiffer Song ("One Way or Another" by Blondie)
I need to fix my computer
Did I feed the cat?
lunch
the weekend
twilight
Dead Dobby
We All live in a Yellow Submairen, a Yellow Submairen...
Tagalongs
girl scout cookies
oohh i just remimber that selling them starts on sunday
oh darn it need a new cadette sash
what is pi?
A little Elf named Gwendolyn
I hate spiders
my tummy hurts
a dark hallway i've never been down and going there now
oohh looky there's that elf named Gwendolyn again
I think I'm in a fantasy land
Gwen is bugging me now
I'm leaving
oh darn she's fallowing me
She telling me something
Okay
Apperently I have to write a story about her or else

Okay that was wierd. Now I'm gonna go write about Gwendolyn, Princess of the Elfs. Oh, appernetly she's half human. That would explain a lot.

I don't like my head
I'm not going back in there for a while

This is my cousin

This is a cute little picter of my baby cousin who is four. His name is Levi. I hope there was choclate in the easter egg!

I'm gonna press the letter n a whole like right now

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The GuestBook

This is a post that every one can post on. The only rule is I'm the only one who can delete parts of the post. Please leave your name with post.
-Julie Lynne

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

My brain has Jukebox and it plays for free!!!

There is always some song or another stuck in my head. It's like my brain has a jukebox that always playing with some song or another, and it plays for free. Right the virtal jukebox is play "One Way or Another" by Blondie. It an old song from like 1779, and I have the cd. I also am good at it in Guiter Hero: World Tour in both singing and guiter. I know all the words.
Now it "Misary Bissnuss" by Paramore, one of my Favoirte bands. Had their Riot! cd, and am at it master on GH. I know all of they words.
Pat Benatuar is also good, I love "Hit Me With Your Best Shot", and "Heartbreaker" by her, I know the word and a GH master.
Taylor Swift is a great singer, I love "Our Song" and "Love Story".
I'm biting nails and tring to think of anougher good artist, but I can't with out them being totaly cheesy, and I'm doing cheesy tomorrow. Any way, my tummy tells me its lunch time and I'm really hungry.

I can blame just about everything thats wrong with me on my family's haritage

Not that I hate my hairitage-I love my culteral backround-but it isn't a good mix. I'm german on both sides, italin on my dad's, and a mesh of europeon on my mom's, that most prominent (next to the german) scotch-irish. So, basicly I'm 50% german, 25% italin, and 25% scotch-irish. That explains my bad temper. Uhhh hello world war 2? Haven't you of the soprano's? Last time I checked, they were italin. And red heads are known to have a bad temper for a reason.
Oohh and my bad luck. The Irish had REALLY BAD luck. I could tell you the story of the whole sha-bang, but a) I think you don't want a history lesson, and b) i'm saving it for st. patricks day.
Man, you would think I would get something out of it. But no, I don't get the pretty blonde hair most of my mom's family has, or the blue or green eyes my mom and sisters' have. Or the pretty raven hair that my cousins have. But most of all, I wish I had the curly red a lot of my family in the mid-west have. All I got from it is pale skin that tans well in the summer. That's nice and all, but I still wish I had red hair. Oh well, I can do is hope one my kid have hed hair. Or I could dye it, but say maybe in the summer. Summer! Summer! Summer!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Why am I humming a Christmas song in January?

Maybe i t has something to do with being born on Christmas Eve, but I just caught myself humming " 'Tis the Season". Last time checked, it was January. I'm gonna take a second to switch to St. Patricks Day mode. That my next Faviorte holiday. If I had the luck of the irish...

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Black Socks

black socks
they never get dirty
the longer you were them
the blacker they get
someday
I think I will wash them
but something keeps telling me
don't do it yet
not yet
not yet
not yet

Lunch Poem

I forgot my lunch
again
I think this is the 3rd time this month
oh well
it's not like mom
packs me
anything good in the first place
always
always
always
PB&J
I used to like PB&J
But now it makes me sick.
I hate it

I hate it
I
really
really
really
hate it
I guess
thats what you get
when you eat the same thing
over and
over and
over again

The End

I forgot my lunch. Again

Yay! I forgot my lunch! Again! Oh, happy, happy days. Monday Tuesday happy days, Wensday Thursday... Oh we weren't talking about the tv show? Oops. Well anyways. Right I'm very hungry. I think I would eat a PB&J, which i hate by the way. Cool I rymed. I guess I'm a poet and I didn't even know it. Hey that gives me a idea!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

I am Picky about what goes on my Hambuger

I am picky about what goes on my hambuger. On the top sid there needs to be a singal piece of letuce. On the other side is more lettuce,tomates,onions ect. There is kactup in between it all on both sid extpet for ten buns

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Banging on my keyboard (random gibberish)

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I have nothing to write about

I have nothing to write about so I'm write about the fact I have nothing the write about. I think its called writers block.
Oohh! I got an idea!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

My name's family tree

Here is my name family tree:

Juliana- feminine form of Iulianus (see JULIAN). This was the name of a 4th-century saint and martyr from Nicomedia, and also of the Blessed Juliana of Norwich, also called Julian, a 14th-century mystic and author. The name was also borne by a 20th-century queen of the Netherlands. In England, this form has been in use since the 18th century, alongside the older form Gillian.
Julian- From the Roman name Iulianus, which was derived from JULIUS. This was the name of the last pagan Roman emperor, Julian the Apostate (4th century). It was also borne by several early saints, including the legendary Saint Julian the Hospitaller. This name has been used in England since the Middle Ages, at which time it was also a feminine name (from Juliana, eventually becoming Gillian).
Julius- From a Roman family name which was possibly derived from Greek ιουλος (ioulos) "downy-bearded". Alternatively, it could be related to the name of the Roman god JUPITER. This was a prominent patrician family of Rome, who claimed descent from the mythological Julus, son of Aeneas. Its most notable member was Gaius Julius Caesar, who is known for his clever conquest of Gaul. After a civil war he became the dictator of the Roman Republic, but was eventually stabbed to death in the senate.
Although this name was borne by several early saints, including a pope, it was rare during the Middle Ages. It was revived in Italy and France during the Renaissance, and was subsequently imported to England.

Jupiter- From Latin Iupiter, which was from dyeu-pater, composed of the elements dyeus (see ZEUS) and pater "father". Jupiter was the supreme god in Roman mythology. He presided over the heavens and light, and was responsible for the protection and laws of the Roman state. This is also the name of the fifth and largest planet in the solar system.
Zeus- The name of a Greek god, related to the old Indo-European god *dyeus whose name probably meant "shine" or "sky". In Greek mythology he was the highest of the gods. After he and his siblings defeated the Titans, Zeus ruled over the earth and humankind from atop Mount Olympus. He had control over the weather and his weapon was a thunderbolt.

Lynne- Variant of LYNN
Lynn- From an English surname which was derived from Welsh llyn "lake". Before the start of the 20th century it was primarily used for boys, but it has since come to be more common for girls. In some cases it may be thought of as a short form of LINDA or names which end in lyn or line.
Linda- Originally a medieval short form of Germanic names containing the element linde meaning "soft, tender". It also coincides with the Spanish word linda meaning "beautiful".

Conradi- meaning daring/experienced counsel

Okay, I need a new computer now

I have to computers, a regualer one (XP) and a laptop (98). Expect they are both messed up. I accidently changed my XP to a real mess up version of 98. I would have changed it by now, but mom lost XP backup disc. And my laptop turns itself of for no reason. Bleach. Okay, I need a new computer now.

What is the cat doing in the garage?

This morening, when I was leaveing for school, I opened the garage door and steped out and heard purring and felt something rubbing my leg? I looked down and saw Shankie was in the garage. What is the cat doing in the garage. I sat and petted him, makeing sure I didn't touch his wounds. "You silly cat!" Turns out Mom had left the garage door open. I took him the fence and said "up." He jumped onto the fence, and then climbed in the backyard. I went into the backyard, and help him get down (he has a hurt paw, the poor thing) and gave him some food. When I left he was very happy.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Fat Cat, Tiny Kitten

My Cat's name is Shankie. He lives in the backyard. I did not name him. He used to belong to the people who live behind us, but they got a new pet and forgot about him. So now he is my cat.
If cats could be war vetarns, the Shankie would be one. He's one tomcat who has been in alot of fights. He scars on his back, and a chunk of his left are missing. He's almost deaf, blind in one eye, and almost blind in the other. His nose is okay. He still has his claws. I know this because I've seen him strech. He has black & white fur and is bald in places. He loves my whole family. When we pet he purrs. When I go to the backyard he comes and rubs my legs. He may be an old, fat cat, but he's MY old, fat.

We also have a female cat, Dapple, who had kittens! I think the dad is a tabby. They are 10-ish weeks old and so cute! George-with-sock is a orange tabby with white feet. (S?)He is very playful. Tiger and Dapple JR. are very shy and I don't see them much. But faviorte is Puss-in-Boots. (S?)He is a small black and white cat with white feet and green eyes, and is a fast learner. They also live in my backyard.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

10 Reasons Why I Hate my Sister

1. She is evil
2.She frames me for stuff she did
3. Litteraly hits her self or something and starts crying and then said I did it
4. She cusses at me all the time and says she didn't (may I remind you she is only 7 people!)
5. She has cat claws and they are sharp and I have scars from them
6. She yell very high piched and hurts my ears, esp. when I have a headache
7. Says its against the law to put her timeout for: a) screaming b) waking up mom c) locking the door to mom and dad's room (it takes forever to get it unlocked). This is not true because I asked my docter
8. She is out of control
9. She broke my faviorte doll. My Grandma Linda (my mom's stepmom) gave it to me when I was little. It was an expensive china doll with pale skin and brown eyes and hair and a pink nightgown. It looked a bit like me. Her named was Clara because she was one of those dolls that play music and it played the nutcracker suite. I love that doll and someday she'd better get me a new one!
10. She has 0 disaplen

Friday, January 2, 2009

San Fransico

I am never going to complain that the ride to my Grandma's house is long again. My knees are stiff from the car ride and I got home yesterday. The car ride (there and back) was 2 movies (one that was good and one that totally didn't do the book justice), one and a half books, at lest 15 stops at the 76, 2 bags of ruffles, 1 can of pringles, 2 bags of peanut m&ms, at least 10 bottles of orange soda, one bottle of vitamin water, one bottle of blue Gatorade, 1 bag of hot Cheetos,1 baby bottle pop, 10 Cd plaid numerous times, and 5 traffic jams. Can we take a plane next time?


The hi-lights of the trip: me getting sick at the hotel, me being the calm one for a change (I am super afraid of heights and i completely forgot about the hills, etc...), the Macy's their (its 8+ stories tall and only the girls stuff) ice scateting

and the golden gate bridge, the bay bridge ( I actually blindfolded myself.) Oh, and getting lost a lot.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

ROADTRIP! ROADTRIP! ROADTRIP!

ROADTRIP! ROADTRIP!ROADTRIP! I'm going to San Fransico (did i spell that write?). Me, my Aunt Donna, and Victoria (you know who she is, right? Well if you don't, she is my twilight-obssed {"HE CUT HIS HAIR??!!"} best friend, she's crazy but you gotta love her) we are do a coastal California roadtrip. In the words of Homer Simpson "Woohoo!" Now I gotta go because I kinda need to make my no-board-on-the-ride pack (Star Wars Original Trilagay Box Set, vairous books, MP3 Player, Lip Gloss...) in my Beatles lunch box. We all live in a yellow submairen, a yellow submairen, a yellow submairen.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Just saying

Don't you love random things?

Tidbits of knowlage

If you have 3 quarters, 4 dimes, and 4 pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.
The numbers '172' can be found on the back of the U.S. $5 dollar bill in the bushes at the base of the Lincoln Memorial.
President Kennedy was the fastest random speaker in the world with upwards of 350 words per minute.
In the average lifetime, a person will walk the equivalent of 5 times around the equator.
Odontophobia is the fear of teeth.
The 57 on Heinz ketchup bottles represents the number of varieties of pickles the company once had.
In the early days of the telephone, operators would pick up a call and use the phrase, "Well, are you there?". It wasn't until 1895 that someone suggested answering the phone with the phrase "number please?"
The surface area of an average-sized brick is 79 cm squared.
Cats sleep 16 to 18 hours per day.
The most common name in the world is Mohammed.
Karoke means "empty orchestra" in Japanese.
The Eisenhower interstate system requires that one mile in every five must be straight. These straight sections are usable as airstrips in times of war or other emergencies.
Rhode Island is the smallest state with the longest name. The official name, used on all state documents, is "Rhode Island and Providence Plantations."
When you die your hair still grows for a couple of months.
There are two credit cards for every person in the United States.
Isaac Asimov is the only author to have a book in every Dewey-decimal category.
The newspaper serving Frostbite Falls, Minnesota, the home of Rocky and Bullwinkle, is the Picayune Intellegence.
It would take 11 Empire State Buildings, stacked one on top of the other, to measure the Gulf of Mexico at its deepest point.
The first person selected as the Time Magazine Man of the Year - Charles Lindbergh in 1927.
The most money ever paid for a cow in an auction was $1.3 million.
It took Leo Tolstoy six years to write "War & Peace".
The Neanderthal's brain was bigger than yours is.
On the new hundred dollar bill the time on the clock tower of Independence Hall is 4:10.
Each of the suits on a deck of cards represents the four major pillars of the economy in the middle ages: heart represented the Church, spades represented the military, clubs represented agriculture, and diamonds represented the merchant class.
The names of the two stone lions in front of the New York Public Library are Patience and Fortitude. They were named by then-mayor Fiorello LaGuardia.
The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building.
The sound of E.T. walking was made by someone squishing her hands in jelly.
Lucy and Linus (who where brother and sister) had another little brother named Rerun. (He sometimes played left-field on Charlie Brown's baseball team, [when he could find it!]).
The pancreas produces Insulin.
1 in 5,000 north Atlantic lobsters are born bright blue.
There are 10 human body parts that are only 3 letters long (eye hip arm leg ear toe jaw rib lip gum).
A skunk's smell can be detected by a human a mile away.
The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.
The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache.
Henry Ford produced the model T only in black because the black paint available at the time was the fastest to dry.
Mario, of Super Mario Bros. fame, appeared in the 1981 arcade game, Donkey Kong. His original name was Jumpman, but was changed to Mario to honor the Nintendo of America's landlord, Mario Segali.
The three best-known western names in China: Jesus Christ, Richard Nixon, and Elvis Presley.
Every year about 98% of the atoms in your body are replaced.
Elephants are the only mammals that can't jump.
The international telephone dialing code for Antarctica is 672.
World Tourist day is observed on September 27.
Women are 37% more likely to go to a psychiatrist than men are.
The human heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30 feet (9 m).
Diet Coke was only invented in 1982.
When snakes are born with two heads, they fight each other for food.
American car horns beep in the tone of F.
Turning a clock's hands counterclockwise while setting it is not necessarily harmful. It is only damaging when the timepiece contains a chiming mechanism.
There are twice as many kangaroos in Australia as there are people. The kangaroo population is estimated at about 40 million.
Police dogs are trained to react to commands in a foreign language; commonly German but more recently Hungarian.
The Australian $5 to $100 notes are made of plastic.
St. Stephen is the patron saint of bricklayers.
The average person makes about 1,140 telephone calls each year.
Stressed is Desserts spelled backwards.
If you had enough water to fill one million goldfish bowls, you could fill an entire stadium.
Mary Stuart became Queen of Scotland when she was only six days old.
Charlie Brown's father was a barber.
Flying from London to New York by Concord, due to the time zones crossed, you can arrive 2 hours before you leave.
Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least 6 feet (2 m) away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush.
You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching TV.
A lion's roar can be heard from five miles away.
The citrus soda 7-UP was created in 1929; "7" was selected because the original containers were 7 ounces. "UP" indicated the direction of the bubbles.
Canadian researchers have found that Einstein's brain was 15% wider than normal.
The average person spends about 2 years on the phone in a lifetime.
The fist product to have a bar code was Wrigleys gum.
The largest number of children born to one woman is recorded at 69. From 1725-1765, a Russian peasant woman gave birth to 16 sets of twins, 7 sets of triplets, and 4 sets of quadruplets.
Beatrix Potter created the first of her legendary "Peter Rabbit" children's stories in 1902.
In ancient Rome, it was considered a sign of leadership to be born with a crooked nose.
The word "nerd" was first coined by Dr. Seuss in "If I Ran the Zoo."
A 41-gun salute is the traditional salute to a royal birth in Great Britain.
The bagpipe was originally made from the whole skin of a dead sheep.
The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear. Any cup-shaped object placed over the ear produces the same effect.
Revolvers cannot be silenced because of all the noisy gasses which escape the cylinder gap at the rear of the barrel.
Liberace Museum has a mirror-plated Rolls Royce; jewel-encrusted capes, and the largest rhinestone in the world, weighing 59 pounds and almost a foot in diameter.
A car that shifts manually gets 2 miles more per gallon of gas than a car with automatic shift.
Cats can hear ultrasound.
Dueling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are registered blood donors.
The highest point in Pennsylvania is lower than the lowest point in Colorado.
The United States has never lost a war in which mules were used.
Children grow faster in the springtime.
On average, there are 178 sesame seeds on each McDonalds BigMac bun.
Paul Revere rode on a horse that belonged to Deacon Larkin.
The Baby Ruth candy bar was actually named after Grover Cleveland's baby daughter, Ruth.
Minus 40 degrees Celsius is exactly the same as minus 40 degrees Fahrenheit.
Clans of long ago that wanted to get rid of unwanted people without killing them used to burn their houses down -- hence the expression "to get fired"
Nobody knows who built the Taj Mahal. The names of the architects, masons, and designers that have come down to us have all proved to be latter-day inventions, and there is no evidence to indicate who the real creators were.
7.5 million toothpicks can be created from a cord of wood.
The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets.
A 41-gun salute is the traditional salute to a royal birth in Great Britain.
February is Black History Month.
Jane Barbie was the woman who did the voice recordings for the Bell System.
The first drive-in service station in the United States was opened by Gulf Oil Company - on December 1, 1913, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
The elephant is the only animal with 4 knees.
Kansas state law requires pedestrians crossing the highways at night to wear tail lights.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

This is my grand opening!!! (That other post was Mr. Smith)

Welcome!!! This is my blog.
For those of you who were in my history class, and i answered a question for the 6th graders, here my story behind that.

Once apon a time there was a little first grader named Julie who was very smart. Her was also very sad because her Best Friend Victoria moved to another school. Julie's nice Teacher named Mrs. C saw she was very smart, so at Julie's parent teacher confrince, she told Julie's mom that next I would problely skip a grade. So Julie's Mom said okay, and the next year Julie went to 3rd grade, and she liked her teacher and hand fun with were her friends who didn't care she was younger than them. One day Julie and her friend Holly were walking to the lunch Arbor. For some reson, Victoria was there. And When Vicortia said hi, Julie was so startaled that she dropped her pizza. It was Domino's pizza day, so Julie was very sad about that devolment, and she was crying, so the nice lunch lady gave her 2 slices of pizza. And then she was happy, but also confused, because she went over to Victoria's house every Sunday and Victoria didn't say anything. And when she told Victoria this, she told her it was a surpise and if she could have her extra slice of pizza please. They are stil BFFs to this day, unless you are reading this on a they when they are having a fight, 'cause then they aren't. Oh, and sometimes Julie gets mixed up sometimes because sometime she still thinks she didn't skip 2nd grade and gets vey confused. You will know when she's confused, because she will usally say "I'm officaly confused now."


The End

This is Julie's random blog of randomness

(I think that was redundant...)