I'm restarting my blog elsewhere, so if everyone could kindly direct their attention to Learning to Breathe (my new blog) then I'll be totally happy with you guys. I love you all.
Flash still won't give me back my admin privalages, so if you could all send him a complaint that would be great. I can't do anything with out those privalages, and he didn't write this blog, and therefore has no right to be the boss of it.
Check out Steph's blog for an update about her Mexico Missions trip! She's posting all of her journals, so this could be worth checking out! It's gonna be great.
See you all at Learning to Breathe!
Friday, July 24, 2009
I'm restarting my blog elsewhere, so if everyone could kindly direct their attention to Learning to Breathe (my new blog) then I'll be totally happy with you guys. I love you all.
Blog'd by Shep at 12:18 PM
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Good bye seth..or what ever your new name is
Blog'd by Flashman at 2:51 PM
Friday, July 3, 2009
We have come to a turning point. On tuesday, Steph decided to start her book over, so we have this decision as to (in which I will need your votes):
a) start the blog over, because that would help us out a lot.
b) Steph wants to change my name to Jepeth Isaiah Shepherds. Do you guys think she should change it?
c) whether you guys want sneek peeks of the chapters to come.
d) if you want me to continue (which we both really don't want to do, but if you guys want us to, we will).
and e) if Jenn and I should still be foster sibs.
Please vote by commenting on this post.
Thanks, guys, you're the best.
Live today, see you tomorrow,
Monday, June 29, 2009
So the other day, Steph's dog Boaz was out an about at night, and in the morning before the Steph's family went to church, Bo Puppy was gone. I'll post a pic, any information leading to his recovery will be rewarded. Not even kidding. Here's a picture of him:I'm, like, totally dead serious about this, if you know Steph personally and you have information, or if you just have information, email me. I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
Thank you all for your cooperation.
In other news, Kendra Logan posted a quiz, and I love filling out quizzes, so I filled this out:
1. What is your favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni.
2. If you could be anything for a day, what would it be? A bird. Just stay away from hunting grounds and cats and I would be okay.
3. What is your favorite boy's name? Japeth, closely followed by Isaiah, Noah, and Elijah.
4. What would you be willing to eat for 10,000 dollars? Anything except live spiders. I. Hate. Spiders.
5. What mythical creature would you want to be? Uh...toughy. I'd say a hobbit. Nobody bugs hobbits unless they posess a certain ring.
6. You have a weakness for...? Jenn.
7. If you had one day left to live, how would you live it? Trying to stop my death. Unless it was cancer, then I'd go sit next to my sister's grave and have a picnic with the Langlys.
8. Your favorite author is...? Cory Doctorow. He wrote Little Brother. It's such a man book.
9. Are you good with violence in movies? YES. I love violent movies. (^-^)
10. Are you a good liar? Depends on who I'm lying to. Sasha and Jenn always can catch me. Everyone else? Not so much.
11. What is your favorite fast-food restaurant? Qdoba.
12. Do you have any siblings? I have one biological sister that died, Vi, and one foster-sis, Jenn.
13. If so, do you get along with them? Most of the time.
14. Who's your favorite Disney movie villain? Um. I never watched Disney movies as a kid. (But Jenn just said that we're watching Beauty and the Beast. Tonight.)
15. Who's your favorite Disney movie prince? Jenn told me to say Prince Edward from Enchanted. *knuckle in mouth* "GUH-ZELLE!!"
16. You're a sucker for...? Jenn...
17. What time are you usually in bed by (in the summertime)? Past midnight.
*portal to my world*
President Stone (again, my world) has issued that should TBII get any worse that the government will confinscate all children under the age of eighteen and keep them in safe, sterile facilities (coughlabwhitecough) until they can control the disease and create a vacine so no more children will be lost. Like, we'd be held in cells. Dear, God.
Iraqi scientist Dr. Abrahem Al-Salaib will be in charge of the medicine despersed to all of the children infected or at risk of TBII.
Does anyone else think that's pretty fishy sounding? Some dude from Iraq, geez.
Uh...so Jenn and I have been trying to figure out what my geneology is, and we've gotten so far as figuring out what my mom was. I know she was half Mexican, so that would make me a fourth. I know she's a fourth German, and a fourth Swedish.
Now, Jenn thinks that I must be a half Arabic or something because of the way I look. Only my hair is streight, not wavy. So huh.
Live today, see you tomorrow,
Blog'd by Shep at 7:39 AM
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I don't really have a lot to say except that the "n" button on my keyboard is sticky and won't type until you've pressed it, like, ten million times. Ugh.
And what happened to my followers? I used to have 35, now 32? Geez, you guys are dropping like flies. Invite your friends, peeps, if you think they'd be interested.
Oh, how do you all like the backround music? Steph's learning the cello part. We're all so proud.
And Kendra wanted a picture of Steph's eye? Here you go, they're grey, but you can't really tell in this picture. They kind of reflect any color put in front of them. In this case, blue.
Today is Father's Day, so I guess I could remanise on my father and the one that's filling in for the empty spot.
So...my dad. I would say he is doing a pretty sucky job. Like, I haven't seen him in years. Seven (almost eight) years, to be exact. It's kind of hard to imagine what a father could be like. I grew up with him never being there, having only the picture on the wall in my mom's room to remember him by. My mom really loved him, but I don't think he loved her back. They fought a lot when he came home, and he went to prison for physical assult charges for two years after I turned five. He drank a lot, was drunk all the time, carelessly spent money, all kinds of crap.
(This next part my mother told me this when I was nine and she explained the miricle of life (>_<)) : When my mom told him that she was pregnant with his baby (again), he'd yelled at her demanding why she was with another man while he was gone. He said there was no possible way that it was his. And then when my sister was born, he acted like a baby girl was the worst thing that had ever happened to him (being he was from somewhere in the middle east). I was the only reason he'd stayed when my mom had me, but now he was furious. He left the next morning after her birth and didn't come back for a year and a half. When he did he begged my mom for forgiveness so she'd take him back in again (probably because he was broke), which she did. He stayed for three and a half more years, coming and going as he pleased -- gone sometimes for months -- and then finally left again when I was seven. He never came back. My mom said that she'd kicked him out, but I think he really just went back to Israel, or wherever he came from. Two years later, my sister was diagnosed with cancer, and my mom couldn't pay medical or house bills anymore, so we went into foster care so that someone else -- someone more responsible -- could take care of us. I haven't seen my mom since then.
I was nine years old.
Now five years later, I have a great family that I'm staying with. A family that loves me and wants me.
Blake is a great dad. We go golfing and with Jenn we play football in the backyard. We sometimes go fishing in the pond behind our house and just talk about guy things. He's told me that he loves me, and he wishes that he'd had a son like me for a long time, and now he does. He says that he's proud of what I do with my music, my guitar, my voice. He likes my personality, and he thinks I'm a good guy for his daughter, just the guy that he'd hoped she'd have.
What I've learned is that my father, the biological one, wasn't my dad. Blake is what I've always yearned for, that sort of fatherly love. I couldn't ask for more.
Happy Father's Day, Blake. Thank you.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Okay, sorry. Long time no post. Steph's been kind of busy with school crap and finals, and the there's laziness. Tsk, tsk.
Anyway, I got tagged by Mr. Limer with this thing, so here we go.
I got this from Limer, although I really have no idea why... anyway.
Okay, so here are the rules:
List 7 things that make you Awe-Summm and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers you love. Make sure to tag the recipients and let them know they have won!
Also link back to the Queen that tagged you.
7 things that make me awesome:
1. My Savior, my God
2. My sarcasm
3. Jenn (because her awesomeness rubs off on me.)
4. The fact I don't exist
5. My writer, Steph
6. My sexy hair (Just kidding! Don't give me that look, Jennifer Langly!)
7. My sense of style
People I tag:
1. Nano Byte (Thanks for following me and Steph for so long! You're really awesome.)
2. Angel Wings
4. Kedra Logan
Okay, now that that's over (*phwew*)...
So, with the last days of school coming around, I'm finally realizing: Oh. Holy crap. I'm gonna be a freshman.
Kind of scary, huh?
Most people live their life to the fullest during those four years, but, my last year of my life has been pretty amazing. If I had a scrapbook, it would have pictures of the following events.
1. I got a foster home.
2. I met Jenn.
3. I met my other best friends.
4. I found my dad. Who is, cough, cough, nuts.
5. I kissed Jenn on the roof at 12:00 in the morning. It was great.
6. Steph started writing my life again. Happy pandas.
7. I got a haircut. (>_<) 8. I got in a fist fight. And won. 7. I didn't get TBII. Oh, happy day! Whoosh. Anyhow, the DC trip at my school might get cancelled because of the TBII pandemic. Which, you know, sucks. Flash and I had absolutely everything planned out! It just flew out the window!
Like that! Like, like, like, DANG IT.
And some of you may have heard the rumor that Flashman started about me and Jenn getting married in New Hampshire? It's a dirty rotten lie. Do you even know what the requirements are for getting married there at fourteen? Let's just say it involves Jenn and I with a little black haired, green eyed bundle-o-joy.
Savvy? Not happening any time soon.
Anyway, Sasha's making a cake, and I have to go lick the batter off the bowl. Lucky me!
See you all later,
Friday, May 15, 2009
I just have to say this: I love Jenn. I do. It's true.
Jenn, you are my best friend, and I'll have a hard time accepting that it's true if we break up. Because I love you. I really do.
Here's some "Jenn + Seth" moments from Steph's book as it is:
He shut down the computer and stood up. “I just have to get out of here,” he said with a pained expression. “I can’t stand being looked after and being cared for. It’s not me.”
He looked at Jenn, who was also now standing and leaning against the wall. “You know?” he asked.
She looked like she wasn’t sure if she should say something meaningful or hug him. “Seth, maybe you shouldn’t always run. Just stay with us, with me. I’ve never had a brother.”
He sniffed, red eyed. He felt like he’d cried too much over the past week. That was more than he’d ever cried in his life. Like, like he was coming unglued.
“And I like it,” she said.
He watched her.“Yeah?” his voice wavered.
“I’m just tired of moving around all the time, and people not liking me, and feeling like nobody wants me. I’m tired of being sent away when I get in a fight at school or getting bad grades and breaking things…” a new wave of tears fell down his face.
“…But nobody ever realized that it was you that was breaking,” she said with understanding.
Seth rubbed his fists in his eyes. “Yeah.”
Then Jenn put her arms around his waist and put her head on his shoulder. “I’m here, Seth, you’re not alone.”
He stood stiffly, wondering how to handle this, but is arms eventually came around to hold her tight. He put his chin on her head.“I know,” he whispered.
“Please don’t go anywhere.”
He closed his eyes. “I won’t.”
“High squid, Jenn!” Sammy laughed, holding out her hand, but Alex grabbed Jenn about the waist and rammed his knuckles into her head.
“Noogie!” he exclaimed.
Jenn screeched and started hitting him. “Seth! Save me!”
Seth ran at Alex and knocked him to the cave floor. Jenn laughed as Seth went to go stand by her. “My hero!” Jenn laughed, hugging him.
He smirked. “Your hair’s all messed up,” he said.
Her hands flew to her head. “Oh…um…” she stammered, desperately trying to re-position the wild strands back into place.
Seth hesitantly brushed the wisps back into their correct sides of her part. Jenn blushed and watched his eyes. When they met hers and lingered, he stopped. “Better?” he asked, a smile playing at his lips.
She looked down and nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”
He looked back at Sammy and Alex to find them watching him and Jenn in silence.
“Woah,” Alex said finally.
Sammy was grinning. “What?!” Jenn asked severely.
“Oh, nothing,” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “Nothing at all.”
“Anybody want to head back?” Jenn asked.
Sammy looked at Alex. The air was cold, and Jenn shivered. “Surrre…” Sammy said. “I need to walk with Flashman, though, Jenn. I have to talk to him about something.”
Jenn crossed her arms, though Seth had noticed she was gripping her forearms as if trying to warm herself.
Sammy grabbed Alex’s sleeve, and they started walking, leaving Seth and Jenn in the cave. Jenn raised an eyebrow at him. “Shall we?”
He shrugged. He couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to be himself around her. She was just totally easygoing about anything and everything. It was like he was a totally different person around her.
She shivered again. “It’s cold in here, lets’ go.”
“Do you want to borrow my jacket?” Seth asked, unbuttoning one of the ancient plastic disks.
She nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
He undid the rest of the buttons and draped the jacket over her shoulders. “Thank you, kind sir,” she said, pulling it tight. She smelled it, but didn’t say anything.
He put his hands in his pockets. “No problem.”
They started off walking towards the trail. Seth couldn’t define the feeling he had when he was around her. It was new. The feeling was like…when he wasn’t around her, he wanted to be. And when he was, he felt totally unsure about himself, but at the same time, totally comfortable. And it seemed entirely strange to him that he felt this even though he’d only known her a week.
“What do you think they needed to talk about?” he asked her casually.
Jenn frowned. “I don’t know.”
Hopefully not us.
Anyway, peeps, that's what she's got. If you want, Steph'll post more, but for now, just comment and tell her how she's doing. Maybe give a few pointers.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Pick 3 random friends you feel comfortable around.
These three people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.
There are two rooms, who would be in each room?
Okay, I am NOT sharing a room with Flashman! And Flashman's NOT sharing a room with Jenn!
1. Seth and Jenn
2. Sammy and Flashman
If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?
Probably Sammy. And Jenn. Heck, maybe even Flash.
If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who is it?
Most mature girl in the house: Jenn
Most mature guy in the house: Seth
If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 7 in the house had some, who would you take it from?
Sammy. She always has a tin of Altoids somewhere.
If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be?
Do I have to answer this? Okay, me and Jenn. Or Flash and Sammy, even though (as far as I know) they're not in that type of relationship!
If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?
Flashman. He has issues with people and bad breath.
There were two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?
Me and Flash (slap high fives).
Who would hate being in the house the most?
Me. I hate people.
Someone took (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?
Flashman. He's just a neat freak like that.
Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?
If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?
Me and Flashman. We don't really like each other so well.
Who would be the one missing there boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?
Uh...Mr. Invisible would be missing Ms. See-Through, that's for sure.
You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in there Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one?
Jenn. Oh, God...
A pillow fight broke through, who started it?
Jenn and Sammy while Flash and I were trying to watch football. Just so you know, I won by knocking Sammy and Flashman out and silencing Jenn with the kiss-of-death.
Theres a marathon of your favorite tv show, what is it? and who would be watching it with you? ER, and they'd be re-runs. Everyone would be watching, of course!
Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?
Jenn! What are you doing in there?!
There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters?
Sammy and Flashman.
The musics too loud, who turned it up?
Jenn. She likes loud music. She and Sammy would be waltzing around the house while I just got up and get a cup of coffee.
Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,
a) Who is the first one to scream? Flashman. XD
b) Who is the one to jump is someones arms? Sammy.
c) Who would be the one to kill it? Me or Jenn.
Someones crying, who is it and what happened?
Flashman, because Jenn hit him.
Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire?
Me, I can't cook to save my life.
Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house?
Jenn and Flashman.
Someones tanning on the roof who is it?
Everyone but me, I'm already tan. Naturally.
Who is the tallest in the house?
Who is the shortest in the house?
Sammy. But she makes up for it in character.
Who is the loudest?
Jenn and Flashman.
Who is the clown?
Sammy and Flashman. They'd probably put on a circus act, or something.
Who is the one you go to talk to the most?
Probably Jenn. She's my best friend.
Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?
Me. I do the DUMBEST things.
Who's in bed first?
Flashman. I'd stay up late with the girls being forced to watch chick-flicks. Jenn would have to sit on me to make me stay.
If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?
Me and Jenn having a pot-fight with them.
Who is always dancing?
Sammy and Jenn.
Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them and who is it?
Flashman, although I'd have no idea how he'd got it.
You spilt ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?
Jenn. She's such a klutz.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I don't exist.
I had that poll up that was like, "Does Seth Exist?" and about eight people said that I do. So, just telling those people that I'm not really here, nothing in my world is really happening, and the disease I'm about to tell you about is a fragment of Steph's imagination.
Anyway, there's this new disease called TBII (Again, don't panic, you're not at risk, seeing I don't exist and neither does this disease, just imagine with me, here). Tuberculosis Type B. Symptoms include swelling of the lungs, bleeding in the lungs, coughing up blood, constrictive chest muscles, lightheadedness, nausea, vomiting, migraines.
And here's the bad thing, it's not curable. It's like a death sentance. Only children, infants to eighteen years, seem to get it and adults are not at risk.
There are rumors of it being a biological weapon to kill off America's next generation, but that's not proven, because people in Mexico, South America, Canada, Spain, and the UK have been reported with cases of it.
They're going to take the children away from our families and take them somewhere where they are safe from the disease, but are leaving all those infected in the hospitals to die. Jenn and I haven't been taken yet, and neither have Flash and Sammy. But we will.
And we need to escape.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Ever have one of those headaches that makes you wish you had a gun to shoot yourself?
Okay, so yesterday, I was getting a really bad migrane (because I get these from time to time, and fortuantly am on medication) in Science, and I sit next to Sammy, so she wouldn't freaking shut up, so the headache kept getting worse. I thought that lunch would help some, but no. It was loud, and the florecent lights don't help. Fourth period English was okay, 'cause the lights were off.
Then in fifth period Math, we were taking some online math tests that get graded, and I just could not concentrate, so Jenn and I went to the nurse.
And why was Jenn coming along, you ask? Because I had to cover my eyes because the light burned and Jenn had to steer me along, that's why.
So we get up there, and Jenn tells the nurse, "Hi, um, my brother's having a really bad migrane and wants to lay down."
"Do you need to come along too, dear?" she asks, mentally comparing my black hair and brown eyes and Jenn's brown hair and green eyes.
I gripped Jenn's shoulder as another wave of pain came along. "Yeah," she said.
So the nurse brings us back and I lay down on the little bed, and my legs hang off the end 'cause I'm so tall. "Do you need to call Mom, babe?" the nurse asks, rubbing my shoulder and handing me a wet cloth.
I put it on my face. "Jenn, call Sasha," I mutter.
She springs up and dials the phone. I faintly hear the ringing and conversation because when you have a migrane, all of your senses become sharper. "Hi, Mom? No, I'm okay. Seth has another migrane and he wants to come home. You can? Okay, cool...yeah, I can come home, too."
Ten minutes later.
"Seth, honey? Your mom's here."
She's not my mom...I say in my head.
Jenn helps me up and grabs my stuff. She sees Sasha and waves, guiding me out the office door towards her with a hand on my back. I weakly open my eyes, and my vision blurrs. "I'm sorry," Sasha says, giving me a sideways hug and kissing my temple. I'm in too much pain to object to the embrace. She rubs my back and we walk out to the car together.
I get shot-gun and recline my chair all the way back while Jenn sits in back. The pain is coming in strong waves, gripping every last sense of sanity I've managed to hang onto.
Oh, God, now I'm nausiated...
The car finally stops and I pop out, eyes still closed, and vomit on the driveway. "Ick," I hear Sasha say to herself.
Jenn grabs me around the waist and helps me into the house and up the stairs to my room. "Is there anything I can do for you?" I hear her ask.
I can't feel anything but the pain, I'm thinking about nothing but the pain, I can't open my eyes because the pain increases, I can't sit up because I'll puke...
Tears leak out of my eyes and I curl into a pathetic little ball, trying not to cry. I supress a wimper as I reach out to hold her hand tight. "Shh..." she cooes, stroking my sweat-drenched hair. "I'll go get you a warm washcloth, I'll be back."
Then she's gone, and I let the tears fall. At some point, she comes back and places something warm on my forehead and turns off my light, and I'm alone again.
I fell asleep at some point dreaming about the Flock for some reason, then woke up by myself, and the pain is back. I can't cry out because it hurts, I can't open my eyes, I can't stand up, and oh, God...
Vomit makes its way quickly up my throat and fills my mouth. I grab my mouth in an attempt to keep it in as I tried to get up and run to the bathroom, but I don't make it.
I assume all they heard from downstairs was a sickly 'splat' and me falling to the ground, 'cause that's what I heard.
I can't remember what happened from there, but I know that I woke up at two-o-clock clutching my head and staggering to the bathroom to take a hot shower and feeling a bit better, then falling asleep on the couch downstairs, then waking up the next morning with Jenn on the other end of the sofa sleeping sitting up, her fist under her chin. It's probably four-o-clock. She must have heard the shower going. I shift and wince, and her eyes open. "Hey," she says mildly, yawning.
I give a whimper and hold my head, and she scoots over and pulls my head into her lap, rubbing small circles in my temples. "I'm sorry," she says, and my eyebrows draw together.
I think we both fell asleep like that, and the next thing I see is Sasha shaking Jenn awake for school.
I slept on the couch most of the day, and woke up a few times, and this is where I am now. Fun day.
I think I know what my own personal hell would be now.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Q:Does Seth have sexy feet?
A:I don’t think so. Feet are gross! (answered by Jenn)
Q:Does Flash have sexy feet?
A: His feet are worse than Seth’s! (answered by Jenn)
Q:Are any of you alergic to coconut?
A:Flash is. He’s allergic to everything.
Q:Do you sneeze alot?
A:Jenn is right now. She has a cold.
A:Jenn is sick, Blake is at work, it’s raining, Flash is hanging out at our place and annoying the crap out of me.
Q:Were you going to take over the world, but then were distracted by something shiny?
A:No. I could bet you my dad has!
Q:Can you find x?
A: è x
Q:Can you make 1=2? I can.
A: No. Flash can.
Q:Do you like to run?
A: I love to run.
Q:Do you like math?
A: Flash loves math. I don’t.
Q:Is Superchick preforming in your hometown? (They are here!)
A: No, sadly.
Q:Do you like random stories?
Q:Are you now annoyed?
A: Not really.
Q:Do you believe in God?
A: I do believe in God. I believe he has a plan for our lives, and should we trust in him, we can spend the rest of eternity up with him in heaven.
(Jillian Cecelia M.)
Q:who invented the 'picture frame'? I was looking at one and it made my wonder...lol
A:The question still burns a hole in each and every one of our brains, isn’t that right, Jenn?
Jenn: Ugggnnn ACHOOO!!
Q:Which came first: the chicken or the egg?
A: The chicken, because God created the chicken on the fifth day and it laid an egg sometime after that.
Q:Why are you hiding your massive crush on Jenn?
A: Why does it seem like I am? I’m not, otherwise I wouldn’t be sad about not being able to kiss her because she has a cold. And I’d have never gotten grounded.
I’m just gonna post to drive you nuts because I love you so much!
Q:Why do we drive on parkways, but park on driveways?
A: I dunno.
Q:If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you?
A: Depends on the friends. If you jumped off a cliff and died, I’d be right on your tail.
Q:Give me the names of people you love most and why?
A: I’m so deprived I only love one person, and that’s Jenn. The rest of my immediate family is either dead or doesn’t give a crap about me, and I don’t exactly love my foster parents.
Q:Give me the names of 3 objects or things you love most and why?
A: 1) Violet’s raggedy old purple giraffe stuffed animal, because it belonged to my little sister who died.
2) My computer, because I have no life.
3) My Bible, because it helps me deal with life.
Q:Which is your favorite four legged creature and why?
A: Uh…a giraffe, because it reminds me of Violet.
Q:Tell me about someone in your family?
A: My mom was, like, the coolest thing ever until she started taking drugs and then dealing them and forgetting about me and Violet. We’d stay in the house for days because she wouldn’t come home, and then when we’d missed a certain amount of school, our principal called Social Services to check it out and found my sister and I abandoned, and our mom three states away passed out in a hotel room.
Other than that, she was pretty cool.
Q:Tell me about your first kiss (if it is possible)? XD
A: It was incredible, and on the roof of a house one night while Jenn and I had been looking at the stars and talking. Things progressed, and that’s the story of my first kiss.
Q:Something or someone you miss the most from childhood?
A: I miss my old house. It was the greatest, even though it was horribly decrepit.
Q:Whats your middle name?
Q:How big is your bed?
A: Big enough for two people.
Q:What music are you listening to right now?
A: I’m not listening to music. I however do hear Flash tormenting Jenn and Sasha making, like, cookies, or something.
Q:How is the weather right now?
A: Rainy, gray, must I say more?
Q:Would you give CPR to a homeless person if they were dying?
A: Excuse me, I was a homeless person dying! Of course I would!
Q: Do you like rain?
A: I love rain. It smells so good! I think after today I’m going to sit on the roof and just inhale the sweet smells of whatever makes rain smell so good.
Q: Have you ever been out of the country?
A: Nope. I want to go to New Zealand, but nooo…
Q:If you could only see 5 people before you die who would it be and why
1) Jenn, because I love her so incredibly much.
2) Violet (again), because she was my little sister and I miss her so bad!
3) Felix, ‘cause he always stuck up for me at the Group Home when kids picked on me.
4) YoYo Ma, because he’s the world’s awesomest cello player, and I love cello (even though I’ve never played it).
5) My mom, because I have no idea about her whereabouts.
A:If you could see anyone in concert who would it be?
Q: That’s a hard question. Probably Skillet or Relient K. It’s too hard to decide.
Q:Y are you such a loser?
A: Only to you, I am.
Q:Who are u?
A: A troubled foster kid who's too deep in love to notice almost anything else.
Q:Where did u come from?
A: My mom.
Q:Are u a hermafradite?
A: As far as I know, no.
Q:Are u a man?
A: More of one than you are.
Q:Are u woman?
A: Thankfully, no.
Hahaha, thanks for your reactions. They're funny. I'd like to draw your attention to a blog called Nyurg. That's a link, so click on it.
Steph's been kind of on a layout rampage, so Nyurg has a new layout, as well as this blog. Someone give her a round of applause!
Y are you such a loser?
Who are u?
Where did u come from?
Are u a hermafradite?
Are u a man?
Are u woman?
Comment: when u cant find a answer...screem jesus and RUN AWAY!!!
to steph from newman: i must FLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE xD
Blog'd by Flashman at 3:46 PM
Friday, April 24, 2009
Okay, I think it'd be fun if people who read my blog could put a bunch of questions out there for me and the gang. They could be serious , or they could be pretty dang random.
That's all I've got to say for the moment other than Flash and Sammy are now an "Item".
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Isn't it sad that most of the things that are on my blog will never even be put into Steph's book? Like, a lot of the things that I do to Jenn will never be entered.
Is it just me, or is something weird beginning to happen between those two? Let me state the facts:
And Jenn was looking for a vest for me to wear, but Flash slowly stepped in front of it as she passed it, so she didn't find one. Sammy just stood there laughing.
And then when I'd come out of the dressing room, they all burst out laughing because I would normally dress in black, but now I was in white.
Oh, just so freaking funny, right?
I just about strangled somebody.
I found an outfit for Jenn, but she decided it was time for Starbucks, grabbing my arm and ushering us towards the nearest coffee shop. I complained I didn't have any money, so Sammy pulls out a fifty and was like, "I'M BUYING EVERYONE COFFEEE!!!"
Flash just laughed at her while she took orders. I got normal coffee. Black.
And then we saw some kids from school, freaked out, and hid behind manikins in Forever 21. It was pretty funny. Flash fell down but held his pose, and the people just looked at him and started laughing, then the girls pointed at me and, what's the word, squee'd. So I ran down the mall pushing people out of the way while they chased me screaming, "SETH!! SETH!!"
I eluded them by slowing my pace and calmly walking through Old Navy. They ran in, and while they were looking, I made my escape.
We said our goodbyes, and Jenn and I walked home. Yes, we actually walked back from the mall. That's how much her parents trust me.
And we ate a quick dinner of spaggetti before quickly falling asleep together on the couch watching "Pride and Predjudice".
That's it! Bye!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Poor Seth. If only Blake didn't walk in at that exact moment, Seth wouldn't be stuck in his room. Oh well, whatcha gonna do?
It's kinda funny actually. He's kinda moody though. I guess I would be too if I were grounded, but hey, I'm not. ;P Not that I'm happy Seth is or anything, I'm just not unhappy that I'm not grounded.
It's all puberty's falt. Gotta love the teenage hormones. (note sarcasm) If you think about it for a long, long time you'll find that, in some wierd way, a lot of things are caused by puberty. I'm really not that crazy.
Ha. Seth is mad. Say, "Hi," Seth. Hehe.
Oh, and that other blog that Seth was talking about is kinda cool. Someone is acting strange on there and everything, but hey, who am I to judge. I'm the wierdest person I know. http://above-the-pressure.blogspot.com and Steph actually didn't start this one.
Blog'd by Jenn at 8:02 PM
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I know that some of my fans have said that it's weird that I live with the person that I'm "together" with. They're like, is Blake okay with that? Do you guys actually "go out"? Stuff like that.
I am so mad at Jenn. Like, not even funny mad.
So after i get a fabulous haircut, they dress me up and we go off to church. Only when we get there and sit down in the sanctuary, and the preacher's preaching, Jenn decides it's a good idea to pinch me over and over again until i end up punching her in the gut. She makes more of a scene than necessary, and is groaning. I think the preacher was looking at us.
So when we get out of there and back home, Sasha starts making some dinner for us, and Jenn and I have to go wrestle for the computer. The sucky thing is Jenn now knows my tickle spot -- the inside of my thigh near my crotch. And we all know that's really wrong for her to tickle me there, but she does it anyway. Just 'cause she's Jenn. You all know Jenn, right?
Long story short, I actually end up getting sat on on the floor outside the computer room while Jenn decides my fate. Like, I'm literally laying on my back and she was sitting on my chest. And she's like, "I win!"
So then Blake and Sasha come into the room and find me tackl'd. And they're like, "Woah. My girlie's learned self defense!"
And I'm like, "Oh, frick, shoot me now."
So then she leans down and kisses my cheek, and was like, "Okay. I get the computer."
I'm like, "Whatever."
And then Sasha says, "Nope, lunch time."
So we're sitting at lunch eating sweet potatoes and stuff and Jenn's like, "I'm tougher than Seth."
Blake looks up and says, "Really?"
"I tackled him and won," she beams.
I hold up my fork. "Uh...actually, I let you win."
Then later after lunch, we're sitting in my room talking, and we're talking about really sentimental things, like my sister and stuff. So Jenn's all teary and Jenn-like and crawls on the bed with me, mumbling, "I love you, Seth."
So I lean over and kiss her hard on the mouth and when Blake finally comes in to ask if we want to go see a movie, I'm hovering over her, and her fingers are in my belt loops and we're making out.
So, of course, Blake freaks out, and I get grounded again (yeah, you're probably all wondering why I get grounded all the time when it's always half Jenn's fault. Truth is -- I HAVE NO IDEA.). And we don't go see a movie.
It was pretty sad. :(
So...now I'm just sitting in the computer room, and Jenn's in her room reading. And just so you all feel better, we always sleep in separate rooms. Geez, people.
I gotta go. Blake might come in and tell me that I now can't blog, and that'd be unfortunate.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Isn't it crazy that we have 34 followers? In seven months? Nuts. Wow.
Okay, so the answer to the question: How would Seth excape a room with only a water bottle, a jump drive, and a match?
A: He'd try to melt the metal on the end of the jump drive (or if that doesn't work, the water bottle) and shove it into the key hole so it would dry in there, and then he could turn the lock. And if that didn't work, well, there's always punching the window out. XD
Also, would anyone be interested in Steph posting the actual chapters of our lives on this blog? I mean, her writing blog wasn't the hugest hit, but maybe we could, you know, post.
Tres, please ask more questions! I know that there are 34 of you guys out there capable of asking random questions like, "Does Seth wear boxers or briefs?"
I actually know the answer to that, oddly.
And somehow Newman got confused about Flash's hair color. ???. He's crazy. But so is Flash.
Sammy says 'hi!!!!!!!!!!!'.
And anyone who knows Steph personally (no, email doesn't count), Steph's going to Oaxaca on a short-term missions trip in Mexico and if you want to donate some money towards that, she'd be more than happy to accept that.
Post more on that later.
Uh...how many of you know Seth has a facebook? So do I, actually...and so does Flashie. So...add us if you feel comfortable. 'Cause you know how social Seth is. *rolls eyes*
For those of you interested, Seth isn't grounded anymore! Also, he got accepted into this program that sets older children in foster homes until they turn 18 and can graduate. Isn't that cool? 'Cause my family doesn't want to adopt him, but they don't want to get rid of him, either. So...yeah! He's staying!