SO BORED RIGHT NOW. Shockingly, I'm tired and lethargic and trying to find motivation in this blog thing...
You know what might be interesting to do on here?
Character Bios...
Huh... useful if I could add pictures, but I suppose we'll have to go without for now.
Who should I start with... perhaps someone you're all fairly familiar with: Angel Hawkings.
Angel Hawkings is about my age, and shows a level of maturity well beyond it. Her parents, Ivy Voila and Leo Hawkings, died when she was young, and she and her nonidentical twin sister Gemini were raised by her uncle, Benjamin Hawkings. The Hawkings twins are half-Avian, half-grounder, and Angel is the winged half of the pair. She is short for an Avian, only average height to an ordinary human. She works as an Advisor of Pentacles for the Mistress of Mirrors, which is a logic-based occupation. As she is the youngest of the Advisers she often feels she has to work twice as hard to validate her place among the four. She is quite brisk with people, and a tad judgmental. Like her uncle she is very used to getting places fast, getting stuff done, and moving on, so she comes across as constantly rushed and impatient. She is very protective of her twin, almost over-protective. She isn't prone to emotional outbursts, and can be exasperated by them. She's used to them because of her sister, but has yet to learn to understand them. She's very determined, very outspoken when she feels something is wrong, which makes her a perfect fit for her job. She does not like being pulled away from her job, or anything that makes her look 'unprofessional', which means she's viewed as something of a stuck up and a prude by her peers. Chrysanthemum, Narcia's daughter, is really the only friend she can speak of, and she shares her with Gemini... and, less willingly, Roan, whom she views as a terrible influence on Chrys. Unintentionally can become gossipy when ranting about things or people she dislikes, meddling, but means well. Mostly she just needs someone to teach her how to be a kid again.
Well, that was fun... I may do that for the next few posts. Until next time...
T.Y.G.E.R.
Okay, so now today is the first day of summer. I wanted to wait 'til now because I thought I'd have more to write about... (I don't.) Concert band played Pomp and Circumstance and stuff at graduation. I have never realized how dull Pomp and Circumstance is until I actually had to play it. So there's that. Funnily enough, my brain doesn't seem to know it's summer yet. Rosie's week was all fun and cool stuff and my school was it's normal routine until the very last day (today) when everything was just one final test and doing next to nothing. I was both painfully bored and grateful, it was the most enjoyable school's been all year. We watched a bit of the Tintin movie in band. I enjoyed that.
Saturday, ten forty-seven AM. I should really do something productive like write or draw or something. I should... I'm trying to do this but... sigh. Lazy day. Yaaaawn. Kinda sleepy.
Aaaaand I completely wasted most of the day.
Goodbye.
T.Y.G.E.R.
Okay, first blog, first posts. I was freaking out because I thought that my Blogger account and my actual blog(s) were the same thing. I was so confused! I feel silly now. Anyhow, I'm seriously new to this. I don't know what all the buttons on here do so I'm gonna take some time to explore. I have no idea what I'm doing! Wah. I feel stupid! I don't like being in a state of complete ignorance! :(
But then again, who does? Unless it's something like a surprise party, we like to know things. Well, mostly. I don't usually care to know every detail about my family's life. Now, my younger sister, she's a total gossip girl at times. She wants to know things and she wants to tell people things. Badly. But bring up the word clean and suddenly she's out of your face for the day. Or any flaws she might be flaunting. (Usually her know-it-all act.) But sometimes she'll come out with something absolutely priceless.
(I bring up our neighbor.)
"Oh, him? I'm never going over to his house again. He made me crash my bike."
"Really."
"Into an oven." She adds cheerfully.
(My cousins look at each other in amusement and confusion.)
"Um, how?"
"Riding up a hill." She says it like it's perfectly reasonable method.
Yep, a conversation like that really happened. Maybe she wasn't trying to ride up the hill, but she definitely mentioned somehow riding into an oven. Our neighbors' have a lot of stuff in their backyard, most of it being car stuff. The dad's a mechanic. Kids aren't allowed to play back there, but the driveway leads a little ways towards the back, so the oven bit made more sense to me than anybody else.
But like all sister's her attitude will get to me sometimes. She has a thing for causing drama. She offers to cook breakfast--and does! But she won't clean up anything. That's my job.
See? I am ranting! I've gone off topic into some speech about my sister. Well, my sister's more interesting than how confused I was by the blogging thing and how new I am yadda, yadda, yadda. That's boring. Wow, it's late. I'll end it here.
T.Y.G.E.R
