The Adventure on the Quite High Seas!
You will all be pleased to note that Kat is being an idiot about another boy again. Ha ha ha. So now you'll have to sit through cryptic ramblings about him. (Don't think I don't know how ridiculous I sound when I'm in love. I know. I just don't mind.)
Kat needs to be saved from Finals, which are eating my brain with ketchup and a little mayo. So Kat is OMG WRITING THE ADVENTURE ON THE HIGH SEAS. You guys can pick up the story where I leave off. You may ask why. And when you do I may throttle you with your own internal organs. Why? Because Final Exams are making my head explode. Why? Because it is necessary to watch Mystery Science Theatre repeatedly before I can think once more. Like, at all. Even a little bit. (Mystery Science Theatre. Know it, love it, live it. INTENSE. . .JAYWALKING. . .ACTION!) I shall now actually turn off the capslock and get to work on the story. The only requirement for writing into The Adventure on the Quite High Seas is that you do not think about what you are writing. It must simply come out just that spontaneously.
A tale of romance, passion, and a murder most foul, began one night in Coma, Nebraska. It began with the seas rising.
This disquieted a lot of people, being that Coma, Nebraska is a) completely landlocked and b) named Coma for a reason. The reason is, regrettably, not known by anyone but a smallish grayish oldish man named Ezekiel Brummer. The reason no one else knew that Ezekiel knew the reason is that no one ever remembered Ezekiel as anything beyond smallish, grayish, and oldish.
The reason that Coma, Nebraska was called Coma, Nebraska lived in Ezekiel Brummer's basement and had been asleep for the past three hundred years. Her name, when it occurred to her to have one, was Imelda. Much to her chagrin, might I add. She distinctly disliked cherry cobbler, preferring pie, and had sided with the Russians on most political propositions. She was five foot two and had the precise skin and hair color of the disgruntled feeling you have when you get up in the morning and you have an English final exam. Imelda was a ninja. She was also a pastry chef, but that's entirely beside the point.
The war between ninjas and pirates had existed for time immorea - immoria - immoral - a damn long time, anyway. And now it was about to begin again, as the waters rose in Coma, Nebraska.
Add to the story, damnit.
Quote of the Day
"Let's all tie pillows to each other. Could make for an interesting evening."
- Kat. Okay, it was just a thought.
posted by Sigerson @ 8:46 PM
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22 Comments:
Kitty you come over 1:00 tomorrow..kitty no have math tutor any more on thurdsayss
I made a new icon all by myself.
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The sharks of woe and doubt have risen and all shall face judgment, woe shall fall upon us who would stand against this, and let us fear not the power exacted upon us this day, but let us fear that history will mark it as the last place a human being has believed in himself and in his kin, for the hour of fire and hate is upon us all, let each of us prepare to fight the battle of our lives and our beliefs, and let us prepare to die, goodbye friends...
- yes, i wrote this, and in case you're wondering, it is not a suicide note
You were the one who thought that my cheerful goodbye post last year was a suicide note. :D I was like, "WTF? The one time I'm not being all angsty, they think I'm going to kill myself?"
Mickey! You have made icons! Special Mickey. . .
In case you're wondering, this means that the internet has stolen your soul.
THERE CAN BE NO TURNING BACK.
Kat are you coming over?
That reminds me of a story... (unrelated to pirates. Well kind of related to pirates, we'll get to that in a moment).
So we were in Spain, right? And in the school we were at, there was graffitti all over the walls. But it wasn't obscene graffitti, rather it was mostly loves notes of the "Te quiero para siempre" (literally, "I always want you") variety. But there was one that was very bizarre, and it attracted a few people.
Plain and simple, after a few minutes of decyphering with a dictionary, I came to the conclusion that it roughly translated to "I'll always love you, but at this point in my life I just need my space. So this is my final goodbye." Most of us agreed that it was a breakup note (why they'd write that on the wall of a building, nobody knows). However, a few kids were determined that it was a suicide note, and the "final goodbye" was death.
So we actually argued about that for a while. Pretty much the entire break period, and after school we went back out to look at it again while some other kids in our group were playing basketball. I think the "breakup note" theory won in the end, though.
So how does this tie into pirates? During the golden age of piracy, Spain owned most of the Caribbean, which was the pirate hotspot of the day. The area was even referred to as "the Spanish Main." Also, another good pirate local was the Strait of Gibraltar, which is a small passage of water between Spain's southernmost point (the English settlement of Gibraltar) and Morocco.
So now I've given you an anecdote, history lesson, and a geography lesson in just one blog comment.
Oh yeah and Mystery Science Theater rox0rz.
And you still haven't added to the story. *pokes*
AND YES IT DOES.
What? Oh...I uhh...can't now, I gotta go wash my Steve.
kat, what was your icon request again?``
Steve? Steve Barton? Steve Jobs? Stephen Sondheim? Steve the Crocodile Hunter? Stevie Wonder?
That was Kat, on Michaela's computer. Word up.
Word down (?)
Kitty I am so confoosed. What .....didn't you say you knew the producer. I am so confused. and that the gay guy lived with a lesbian...ya.
Mariska Hargitay's baby is due in 10 days :P
Word sideways.
they took out the song "Boho days!!"
we are seeing tick tick boom again. we go to stagedoor you hypocrite :P
basically but next time baldi and amanda come and we go to teuscher afterwards ;P
Oooh shiyat. Guys don't post comments on my blog (as if you were planning on it...) until further notice. It's for your own safety! I'll explain later I promise, just for now take my word for it, seriously.
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Kitty.............go to Broadway.com and look at the Tobias video because
MICHAEL'S GOT A HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL
MICHAEL'S GOT A HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL
MICHAEL'S GOT A HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL
MICHAEL'S GOT A HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL
MICHAEL'S GOT A HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL
MICHAEL'S GOT A HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL
MICHAEL'S GOT A HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL
MICHAEL'S GOT A HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL
HHAHAHAHA
basically baldi you come to see tick tick boom wednseday night with amanda and i
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