Success! I found my password! So now my email has been updated and I can carry on posting my thoughts and opinions even if people don’t want to listen.
Okay boring stuff first – school is dire (as always), though I suppose I should inform you about the Cullen Disciples. The Cullen Disciples are a group of about thirteen students at my school from all years. There are eleven girls and two boys, though to be honest I think one of them is there because he thinks it’ll make him popular, and the other is there because he wants to do one of the girls. The German exchange student looked like he was about to be dragged in (they told him it was a regular book club), but Miki stepped in and explained to him exactly what it was, and he hasn’t gone near them since.
Anyway, the Disciples are just downright creepy. They sit in the corner of the cafeteria every lunch time, all hunched over like the rest of us are carrying plague, and they hang around in the prayer room for the rest of the break (the rest of the students have started using classroom 2 to pray in because they don’t want to go near them – the teachers want to move them, but they’re a little worried that it could be constituted as denying their right to worship). They always talk in hushed voices like they know something we don’t, and most disturbingly of all, they all wear glitter on their cheeks.
I wish I was making this up.
Anyway, that’s about the only interesting thing that’s happened. Sports day was rained off so it was last Thursday instead. Miki and I sat in a tree on the field (ignoring the teachers insistence that we get down and sit with the rest of our houses – I ripped a hole in my school trousers) and booed everyone – cept for Anna of course. We cheered her. Then we got real stick from the teacher for supporting a house that wasn’t our own. Sorry Mrs White, but Stuart house haven’t won for about thirty three years. I don’t think that’s going to change this year. Besides, I don’t like being on the losing team, so Hannover all the way!
Anyway, outside of school, I have been a fully qualified agent for about three months now –and I still haven’t had a mission come up! They’ve all been level 8 or higher Sues, or Sovereigns and only the leaders deal with them. I need a wimp, damn it!
Harriet has been teaching me the fine art of cricket. Now we all know I’m rubbish at sports – despite my ability to hit my targets with my supersoaker, I can’t hit a ball to save my life, and I am always last to be chosen for rounders because I leave dents in windows, teachers cars and my teammate’s foreheads – so I can’t play cricket very well. Harriet and (a)’s holographic copies routinely beat me. However I am learning the rules, and finding them to be rather fun.
On the far opposite end of the spectrum, Tash has done the impossible, and managed to convert me in more ways than one. To say I had doubts about watching Ouran High School Host Club would be an understatement – when I like anime it tends to be shonen anime rather than shojo, and Ouran is nothing but shojo and a whole lotta rose petals (seriously where the hell do those things come from?!). But so help me, I watched Ouran all the way through, and I thought it was really good, so I guess I am a chick after all!
But more importantly, I sat through Ouran, glancing from pretty boy to pretty boy, and couldn’t help but notice that (aside from cheering for Tamaki and Haruhi to get together) my resounding thought throughout the whole thing was “Why aren’t the twins making out yet?”. Afterwards I got curious, and knowing that Tash has a long recommended reading list full of boy on boy pairings from various fandoms, I stayed up all night reading fanfiction (p.s. Tash, Tendershipping is smexy, but I personally prefer Thiefshipping).
So it is official.
I, Emily Foxblade, am a yaoi fangirl.
And before any of you old people come whining to me that I’m thirteen and shouldn’t be reading this kind of stuff, I advise you to take your complaints to Harriet. But before you open your mouths to stick your feet in them, just remember that when she was thirteen she was reading waaaay kinkier stuff than I was, so she may be a little offended as you attempt to ‘defend my innocent little mind from this filth’.
Jeeze. I know I’m thirteen, but none of you treated Inara like a baby when she joined last year and she was the same age then as I am now!
Okay I’m done being huffy. I should draw this to a close anyway. I’m on basement duty all this week and I’ve got to fix the Deus Ex Machina too…
But first, I must go search for more Thiefshipping…
Hey peeps! Emily here!
Continuing what I hope isn’t going to be a trait of borrowing each others accounts, I’m borrowing Tash’s account for a simple reason. I wanted to change the email for my account to my new email address, and realised I’ve forgotten my password. Asked for password recovery, and then realised that I can’t get the password because its sent it to my old email which I cannot access because my password has expired! So I’m stuck in a loop. I’m going to have to make another account. I’ll set it up later.
Anyway, I’ll do a proper blog post later when I’ve got a new name and account. There’s a lot to catch up on…and Mr Falkner is giving me weird looks – I think he knows I’m not doing my work!
Where to begin? For the most part, I’m okay after my death-defying stunt in Venice in Assassin’s Creed 2. But bruised bones don’t heal overnight and I’m still really rather sore.
I’m glad I survived. Falling without the ability to fly is not fun. At all. I don’t know how sky divers do it. Some sort of quirk in the brain that lets them turn off the gibbering fear of “OH HOLY SHIT I’m gonna die I’mgonnadieI’mgonnadie!!”? Not all that sure on how it works.
And I’m a little frustrated at Passion. I wanted to take a Leap of Faith! No fair. So wanted to.
….Then again, what I did was kinda a leap of faith. Fall off high point in city and survive. But it wasn’t elegant at all! I mean really, by the time I was done there was a HUGE hole in the ground from where I was aiming with Incandescent Silverreign. And the rest of poor Venice. Between the two of us, Passion and I had destroyed a good half of the place. It’s a good thing everything fixed itself when we all left.
And the other thing I need to mention. I’m Incandescent Silverreign’s new user. I hope Phoenixia, wherever she is, is okay with me using her gun.
We all miss you Phoenixia. Come back to us, if you can. We love you and want you back.
I went into this intending to write a happy entry. Now, after thinking about Nixie, I can’t anymore. Maybe I will again later.
Hello everyone. Who am I? I can’t really say at the moment. Why not? Because the story I’m introduced in hasn’t been completely yet. *Fourth Wall rumbles* Oops, sorry about that. Anyway, I guess I should apologize for using this account, since it’s not mine and I wouldn’t be allowed to have one. Why not? Because I’m merely a tool, a weapon for my master. Who’s my master? I can’t say, as it’d spoil my introduction in my story. *Fourth Wall rumbles* Oops, I should really stop doing that, the Librarian throws a fit each time.
Why am I here? Well…I kind of disobeyed an order to do this, as I wanted to meet everyone, but I haven’t been introduced yet, which is strange because my story is supposed to be in Season one and it’s in the middle of Season two. *Fourth Wall rumbles…A yell could now be heard compared to the other two times* Oh dear, I’m going to have to cut this short and go apologize. Hopefully, my…nevermind, I can’t say it or else I’ll get into more trouble. I eagerly await when I can more freely interact with everyone!
A very merry, but very wet Christmas to you all! Well, I suppose it was dry enough for most of you, but then you weren’t feeding Fish Finger!
I thought it would be a pity if she got left out of the celebrations, so John, Gareth and I got her a live Great White Shark for her Christmas dinner. Yes, I know, Sharks are all Boingy Cartilage, but the only other alternatives I could think of were other marine reptiles from her time period, like Icthysaurs, which we’re trying to wean her off, or modern marine mammals, and I doubt anyone would be able to stomach feeding her a Seal or a Dolphin, even if she would be able to digest them!
Anyway, we popped it into her tank, and it swam about a bit, but neither of them seemed particularly bothered about the other. Fish Finger herself just took a deep lung full of air and patrolled the bottom of the tank for a while. Just as we were about to leave however, boy did we get a shock! The Great White was on the surface, swanning around like the top of the food chain, when she erupted from the water with it pinned between her jaws. I swear I saw daylight under her tail as she came out of the water, but I was rather distracted by the tidal wave she set off as she came down!
I think there’s some footage on the security cameras of that somewhere, you might even be able to see the look of triumph on her face in vivid detail. Still, words to the unwary; Liopleurodon attack from below!
How long has it been since we posted anything on here?
Well I suppose given everything that’s gone on lately I shouldn’t be surprised.
Anyway, I just wanted to make a quick announcement – I’m sure it’ll get around the Society gossip vine tomorrow, but I’m changing my name back.
No, not to Palm Tree. Jeeze. Even I have some standards!
I’m going back to Foxblade. Smith was fine and everything, but Foxblade is who I am. I don’t want to be my sister, of course. But I’m not ashamed of her either. And with everything that’s happened lately, I think it’s the right thing to do. I’ve talked to Harriet and she supports this – we’re letting school know tomorrow.
I know you guys probably don’t understand this. But if you could please respect my choice, that would be great.
For some reason, about an hour ago, all the lights went out in the Library (as far as I could see, anyways).
I didn’t think we could experience such inane problems. Did Harriet remember to allocate for electricity in this month’s budget?
Anyhow, Charis has set up candles in her workshop downstairs. I’ve just found some old boardgames that I packed in my luggage prior to joining the Society. If anyone wants to join us for the time-honoured tradition of playing games by candlelight until the proper lights are restored – you’re welcome.
The battery on Charis’s laptop is just about to run out, so I suppose I’d better publish this post.