Fire fire fire fire
School is going much better. ^ ^ I found that I... enjoy math. So much, in fact, that I skipped PAL the other day to do a math assignment that wasn't due for another two days. You KNOW you're a geek when you'd rather do complex, right angle trigonometry than wiststand forty-five minutes of Gym.
Speaking of geeks I am in love with Clay Aiken. That's pretty pathetic, isn't it? I watched American Idol 2. Oh, I am so ashamed of myself. -.-;; I actually caught an episode off hand when I stayed home sick from school. I liked Simon arcid commentary, so decided that "Hey, I have nothing else to do" and proceeded to watch the entire episode. The episode on which most of the finalists tried out- including Clay. I never missed an episode after that simply because Clay was a cute geek with an awesome voice who said he was going to win... and as far as I'm concerned, he did. So there.
(If you're wondering what brought THAT on, My mom bought me the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly- because Clay was on the cover. I'm such a dork.)
Oh... the fire. THE FIRE!
Leslie came up with some cool ideas for our busking act today- fighting Poi with staff. *drools* And we've actually found someone else who does Rope Dart *jumps for joy*
I simply cannot WAIT until we put everything together. It's kind of a shame that I didn't find Rope Dart until this year- now I have to wait until next summer to set it on fire. I'm starting Fire fingers soon, though. I'm going to be the (firery) screen saver dance for Leslie and Lici's weekly waterfront shows (I think they're performing until frost starts setting in ^ ^).
Speaking of Fire Fingers, the other idea Leslie came up with was to combine the fingers with fire-eating. So I light my FF, do my little dance and then Leslie will eat the dying fire. It's a good way to start. Lici and Leslie are making torches soon as well. Oh, I don't think I've ever wanted summer to stay this long before.
And Music is awesome. McKeown (who, I've discovered is an excellent small-class teacher despite being a bitch on the chior) is doing an arrangment of the Coldplay song 'Clocks' for our Jazz Chior, Jazz Band and the violin class (there's only four of us!) Lindsay had a huge spaz and jumped right in on the idea. Tommorow we're going to work out some strings stuff for the piece. Lindsay's doing Viola on this one, so I'm borrowing her violin until Neopolotin gets fixed (my MOM was supposed to do that in MAY).
April's adopted mother is coming down from Montreal to meet with my dad today. He MIGHT bring her to Treats so I can meet her while I'm working. I hope he does, because she wants to see pictures of me and I look.... I...
*ahem* Let's just say I'm not exactly the most photogenic person in the world.
... says Jenn about to show you pictures of herself. Okay, people
is the oft heard of, ne'er seen April Ford! The first picture is her with me, my father and my grandfather. April is, erm, the one who's not me. Wow, am I ever short. The second one is Me, April and Sam, Grandpa and Robena's cat who doesn't actually belong to them. He's one of those cats who likes to be petted a bit TOO much.
Oh, I'm in such a good mood I think I'll let you all read some Illuminati! My mom read the first forty-five pages last night and approved. This is just the first section of the first chapter.
Illuminati
Jenn Sparky Young
One: You can't start a fire without a spark
I Mirror
Bled purple.
Not like blood. A flower maybe- like petunias or violas or orchids, dark and rich. Lacey blinked and ran her thumb half an inch up the mirror, thinking perhaps she had gone too far, but the image didn't change.
"Do you believe in reincarnation?" she asked. She always had to check exactly how far she could go with each customer. People were unpredictable and they were stupid and that was a dangerous combination. The girl was sitting on the slippery counter swinging her thin legs back and forth as her skirt swished. She was staring at the ceiling with her pink mouth hanging open slightly and turned to look at Lacey very slowly, a dreamy smiling forming on her face.
"You mean like when two people are in love and die under tragic cirsumstances, then are born again in a different time period only to meet and fall in love again." she sighed slightly and her eyes lit up as if remembering something important, "I read a volume about that once. It was from an old... um... wat'cha call'm... novel by..." she furrowed her brow, "I can't really remember the author, but that's not important, right?"
Lacey shook her head and removed her hand from the mirror, placing her glasses back on the ridge of her nose, "No, real reincarnation doesn't really work like that. Most of the time you'll just live the same life over and over again and when you don't you usually aren't the same person at all. For example, you might have been a man in a past life." she noticed the look the girl was giving her, something between wide-eyed fascination and mild disgust. She shrugged and made a dismissive gesture, leaning against the sink, "Er, it's hard to explain."
"So what did you see!?" the girl wondered excitedly, flipping her blonde braid from one shoulder to the other and leaning across the counter-top.
"What education level are you in?" Lacey asked suddenly. The girl drew back and furrowed her brow.
"Why?"
"Just curious."
"The highest one." she breezed, "Can't you tell? I'm sixteen."
"Ah, right. Sorry my mistake." level six, Lacey affirmed silently, trying to decide the right lies to mix in. No one liked the truth, especially when it was hazy and half formed. Oh well, at least she wasn't seeing blood.
"So are you going to tell my fortune or what?"
"A flower."
The girl's mouth fell open again and she twined her fingers around the end of her braid, "A flower?" she dragged the word out slowly as if she were supposed to find some sort of hidden secret meaning in the words.
"Yeah, a real one." Lacey continued, gaining speed and volume as she spoke, her words flowing like an accelerating train, "That's why I was wondering if you believed in reincarnation. It was a purple flower, and it's color was bleeding like it was caught in a rainstorm."
"I don't get it."
Lacey smiled thinly, "That's because it's symbolic. It's about love- purple flowers represent passion, you know," bullshit. She had no idea what they represented, "And the bleeding, that speaks of love lost. But the rain means that the love will be reborn."
"How so. I always thought rain was supposed to be depressing."
"Oh no!" Lacey assured, her smirk having bloomed into a full throttle fake grin, "Remember the water cycle? Rain is the water returning to the earth. It's like the clouds of time stole your love from you, but now the rain falls and you'll meet your soulmate once again."
This seemed to please the girl. She jumped off the counter, smiling broadly, and pressed a bill into Lacey's hand, thanking her. When she left Lacey sighed loudly, rubbing her temples and leaning her head back so that it resting against the cool wall.
Bleeding flowers- a purple wedding bouquet dropped on the ground. She'd be left at the alter in- how old did she say she was?- eight years, give or take. She'd choose the purple flowers because of Lacey's prophecy and she'd get married in the rain for the same reason. The 'bleeding' was just the dye running into the white concrete.
Lacey straightened and checked her watch- still nearly half an hour until her classes and she doubted that she'd get more customers until the lunch bell. She spun on her heel and headed towards the door only to slam into someone who wasn't there.
Her vision was lagging again. Lacey touched the rims of her glasses lightly, pulling her finger along the edge until her eyes focused and the static cleared. She was staring into a pair of intense, angry blue eyes, like electrical storms over an ocean (not a real ocean- like the computer generated ones in the movies).
The girl was tall- a good deal taller than Lacey herself, but not any older. She wore her school uniform begrudgingly with the skirt hiked up, the buttons undone and the socks unhooked from their garters. The ends of her honey-blonde hair were dyed black and she was wearing far more makeup than the school dress code likely allowed. Her rosebud lips were twisted into a tiny, pursed and disapproving 'o' and one of her elegantly-arched eyebrows was raised nearly to the crest of her bangs.
"Are you the girl who reads fortunes?"
Lacey's first instinct was to deny the accusation, but she could tell that the girl already knew perfectly well who and what she was, the question was simply a formality. She nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Lacey Watson."
"Hmm..." the girl looked her up and down. Took in the unkempt, grayish-black hair, the primly ironed uniform and the thick glasses, "That's a dorky name. Suits you."
"Who are you?" Lacey shot back, not really put off by the remark but feeling as if she should rebuke at least somewhat snarkily.
"Neliyah Bentois." the girl replied without missing a beat, her voice picking up slightly like Lacey should know her name. Lacey decided that she did not like this girl and felt her temper growing shot. She placed one hand firmly on the sink counter and glared.
"I'm Lacey, you're Neliyah. Now do you want your fortune told or not?"
Neliyah stared at Lacey blankly for a moment before she started laughing. Lacey drew back slightly- she really did not like it when people laughed at her. It made her feel... vunerable.
"What's so funny!?" she demanded.
Neliyah calmed herself and leaned forwards, placing a long, pink hand on Lacey's shoulder and muttering in an infuriatingly condescending tone: "Listen, honey, I can tell my own fortune, I don't need you." a sigh, "On the other hand... we do."
That didn't make sense, "We...?" Lacey began skeptically. Neliyah cut her off, pushing her away sharply and stuffing a crumpled piece of paper into her hand.
"Shh. Are you stupid or something? There's cameras everywheres in this school. Just read the paper. It will explain everything."
Speaking of geeks I am in love with Clay Aiken. That's pretty pathetic, isn't it? I watched American Idol 2. Oh, I am so ashamed of myself. -.-;; I actually caught an episode off hand when I stayed home sick from school. I liked Simon arcid commentary, so decided that "Hey, I have nothing else to do" and proceeded to watch the entire episode. The episode on which most of the finalists tried out- including Clay. I never missed an episode after that simply because Clay was a cute geek with an awesome voice who said he was going to win... and as far as I'm concerned, he did. So there.
(If you're wondering what brought THAT on, My mom bought me the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly- because Clay was on the cover. I'm such a dork.)
Oh... the fire. THE FIRE!
Leslie came up with some cool ideas for our busking act today- fighting Poi with staff. *drools* And we've actually found someone else who does Rope Dart *jumps for joy*
I simply cannot WAIT until we put everything together. It's kind of a shame that I didn't find Rope Dart until this year- now I have to wait until next summer to set it on fire. I'm starting Fire fingers soon, though. I'm going to be the (firery) screen saver dance for Leslie and Lici's weekly waterfront shows (I think they're performing until frost starts setting in ^ ^).
Speaking of Fire Fingers, the other idea Leslie came up with was to combine the fingers with fire-eating. So I light my FF, do my little dance and then Leslie will eat the dying fire. It's a good way to start. Lici and Leslie are making torches soon as well. Oh, I don't think I've ever wanted summer to stay this long before.
And Music is awesome. McKeown (who, I've discovered is an excellent small-class teacher despite being a bitch on the chior) is doing an arrangment of the Coldplay song 'Clocks' for our Jazz Chior, Jazz Band and the violin class (there's only four of us!) Lindsay had a huge spaz and jumped right in on the idea. Tommorow we're going to work out some strings stuff for the piece. Lindsay's doing Viola on this one, so I'm borrowing her violin until Neopolotin gets fixed (my MOM was supposed to do that in MAY).
April's adopted mother is coming down from Montreal to meet with my dad today. He MIGHT bring her to Treats so I can meet her while I'm working. I hope he does, because she wants to see pictures of me and I look.... I...
*ahem* Let's just say I'm not exactly the most photogenic person in the world.
... says Jenn about to show you pictures of herself. Okay, people
is the oft heard of, ne'er seen April Ford! The first picture is her with me, my father and my grandfather. April is, erm, the one who's not me. Wow, am I ever short. The second one is Me, April and Sam, Grandpa and Robena's cat who doesn't actually belong to them. He's one of those cats who likes to be petted a bit TOO much.
Oh, I'm in such a good mood I think I'll let you all read some Illuminati! My mom read the first forty-five pages last night and approved. This is just the first section of the first chapter.
Illuminati
Jenn Sparky Young
One: You can't start a fire without a spark
I Mirror
Bled purple.
Not like blood. A flower maybe- like petunias or violas or orchids, dark and rich. Lacey blinked and ran her thumb half an inch up the mirror, thinking perhaps she had gone too far, but the image didn't change.
"Do you believe in reincarnation?" she asked. She always had to check exactly how far she could go with each customer. People were unpredictable and they were stupid and that was a dangerous combination. The girl was sitting on the slippery counter swinging her thin legs back and forth as her skirt swished. She was staring at the ceiling with her pink mouth hanging open slightly and turned to look at Lacey very slowly, a dreamy smiling forming on her face.
"You mean like when two people are in love and die under tragic cirsumstances, then are born again in a different time period only to meet and fall in love again." she sighed slightly and her eyes lit up as if remembering something important, "I read a volume about that once. It was from an old... um... wat'cha call'm... novel by..." she furrowed her brow, "I can't really remember the author, but that's not important, right?"
Lacey shook her head and removed her hand from the mirror, placing her glasses back on the ridge of her nose, "No, real reincarnation doesn't really work like that. Most of the time you'll just live the same life over and over again and when you don't you usually aren't the same person at all. For example, you might have been a man in a past life." she noticed the look the girl was giving her, something between wide-eyed fascination and mild disgust. She shrugged and made a dismissive gesture, leaning against the sink, "Er, it's hard to explain."
"So what did you see!?" the girl wondered excitedly, flipping her blonde braid from one shoulder to the other and leaning across the counter-top.
"What education level are you in?" Lacey asked suddenly. The girl drew back and furrowed her brow.
"Why?"
"Just curious."
"The highest one." she breezed, "Can't you tell? I'm sixteen."
"Ah, right. Sorry my mistake." level six, Lacey affirmed silently, trying to decide the right lies to mix in. No one liked the truth, especially when it was hazy and half formed. Oh well, at least she wasn't seeing blood.
"So are you going to tell my fortune or what?"
"A flower."
The girl's mouth fell open again and she twined her fingers around the end of her braid, "A flower?" she dragged the word out slowly as if she were supposed to find some sort of hidden secret meaning in the words.
"Yeah, a real one." Lacey continued, gaining speed and volume as she spoke, her words flowing like an accelerating train, "That's why I was wondering if you believed in reincarnation. It was a purple flower, and it's color was bleeding like it was caught in a rainstorm."
"I don't get it."
Lacey smiled thinly, "That's because it's symbolic. It's about love- purple flowers represent passion, you know," bullshit. She had no idea what they represented, "And the bleeding, that speaks of love lost. But the rain means that the love will be reborn."
"How so. I always thought rain was supposed to be depressing."
"Oh no!" Lacey assured, her smirk having bloomed into a full throttle fake grin, "Remember the water cycle? Rain is the water returning to the earth. It's like the clouds of time stole your love from you, but now the rain falls and you'll meet your soulmate once again."
This seemed to please the girl. She jumped off the counter, smiling broadly, and pressed a bill into Lacey's hand, thanking her. When she left Lacey sighed loudly, rubbing her temples and leaning her head back so that it resting against the cool wall.
Bleeding flowers- a purple wedding bouquet dropped on the ground. She'd be left at the alter in- how old did she say she was?- eight years, give or take. She'd choose the purple flowers because of Lacey's prophecy and she'd get married in the rain for the same reason. The 'bleeding' was just the dye running into the white concrete.
Lacey straightened and checked her watch- still nearly half an hour until her classes and she doubted that she'd get more customers until the lunch bell. She spun on her heel and headed towards the door only to slam into someone who wasn't there.
Her vision was lagging again. Lacey touched the rims of her glasses lightly, pulling her finger along the edge until her eyes focused and the static cleared. She was staring into a pair of intense, angry blue eyes, like electrical storms over an ocean (not a real ocean- like the computer generated ones in the movies).
The girl was tall- a good deal taller than Lacey herself, but not any older. She wore her school uniform begrudgingly with the skirt hiked up, the buttons undone and the socks unhooked from their garters. The ends of her honey-blonde hair were dyed black and she was wearing far more makeup than the school dress code likely allowed. Her rosebud lips were twisted into a tiny, pursed and disapproving 'o' and one of her elegantly-arched eyebrows was raised nearly to the crest of her bangs.
"Are you the girl who reads fortunes?"
Lacey's first instinct was to deny the accusation, but she could tell that the girl already knew perfectly well who and what she was, the question was simply a formality. She nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Lacey Watson."
"Hmm..." the girl looked her up and down. Took in the unkempt, grayish-black hair, the primly ironed uniform and the thick glasses, "That's a dorky name. Suits you."
"Who are you?" Lacey shot back, not really put off by the remark but feeling as if she should rebuke at least somewhat snarkily.
"Neliyah Bentois." the girl replied without missing a beat, her voice picking up slightly like Lacey should know her name. Lacey decided that she did not like this girl and felt her temper growing shot. She placed one hand firmly on the sink counter and glared.
"I'm Lacey, you're Neliyah. Now do you want your fortune told or not?"
Neliyah stared at Lacey blankly for a moment before she started laughing. Lacey drew back slightly- she really did not like it when people laughed at her. It made her feel... vunerable.
"What's so funny!?" she demanded.
Neliyah calmed herself and leaned forwards, placing a long, pink hand on Lacey's shoulder and muttering in an infuriatingly condescending tone: "Listen, honey, I can tell my own fortune, I don't need you." a sigh, "On the other hand... we do."
That didn't make sense, "We...?" Lacey began skeptically. Neliyah cut her off, pushing her away sharply and stuffing a crumpled piece of paper into her hand.
"Shh. Are you stupid or something? There's cameras everywheres in this school. Just read the paper. It will explain everything."