Just a post for Chem lab...

http://www.chemistry.co.nz/henry_moseley.htm

http://www.spiritus-temporis.com/henry-moseley/

Why I've been so off-kilter lately.

Dude, tech week has NOTHING on the hell week I just had.

All week, I'd been getting progressively more sleep-deprived and cranky, kind of like Alex in Marble Hornets. I tacked it up to school work and being busy, when in reality, it was anxiety.

Then on Friday I had my audition, I was tired, moody, and getting sick. (congestion, coughing, etc.)
I walked into the room, and gave Mrs. DeNobile my papers, introduced myself. Then I asked her to give me a moment, and I prepped. I pulled off my glasses, took a second to imagine, and did the whole thing. (Though I did kick myself later because I missed a line.)

She liked me. She said I was good. She was hesitant about my age, seeing as it's hard to get people auditions for things when they're under 18. (CURSE YOU, 17th AGE. I SHAKE MY FIST AT YE.)

She told me to keep working hard this year, until I turn 18, but she made no reference to her liking me enough to pick me up or not.

The second I walked out that door and tackled Dan in a hug to thank him for bringing me into New Mystics. Everything melted away the second I was out of that room. The grump, the sleepiness, the sickness. All of it went away and I felt ten feet tall.

Yeah man.

The Beast

Begone, belligerant beasty!
Creeping closer, calling
down death's decree!
Eradicating equillibrium, entrapped
forever, finally forseen!
Ghastly ghoul graciously gone,
hearsay humanity's heart-rending heed!
"It is imprisoned, indeed!!"

http://myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com/

Coolest website, or one of the cooler websites. Once upon a time, our parents were pretty badass, they were just like us but in a different time. A time of political weirdness, assassinations, and really bad fashion.

Also hair. Lots and lots of hair.

English Class

Sitting down
my desk, she creaks
chat with Lu,
the teacher speaks.

"Open your books,
let's read some Thoreau,"
The pages are dusty
like new fallen snow.

Oh how I love Walden,
Spring and Brute Neighbors,
words drip like honey,
with a sugar sweet nature.

Oh, these words I do love,
prose is nothing to fear!
Some people dislike them,
but to me it is dear!

The Not-Apology Poem

To you from me
I need to say
An apology;
For the party I did not attend.

I am only one person,
surely not missed.
Pardon me, what was the question?
Where was I?

Oh you see,
that's the thing.
It's really quite funny.
I wasn't doing anything.

I don't really know...

Prompt- 'Behind her, the noise escalated'.

Behind her, the noise escalated... to the point where Jenny Brigham didn't know what was going on. Buildings were collapsing and the helicopter's blades were directly above her. She stood with the others and looked up as the helicopter took off and climbed ever higher into the sky. She looked down at the ground, stained with blood and strewn with debris, and in the background she heard her apartment building crumbling. Everything in New York seemed to be falling apart, like a scene from a movie.

And Jenny Brigham was standing in the very center of the devastation, her only companions two people she hardly knew. Scott and Irma worked at the school, and they stood on either side of her, watching the helicopter as it swayed in the terrible wind.

Jenova was up there, painting the world with black clouds that swirled and rained poison down on the city. Every so often a massive fireball the size of a bus would streak from the speck above the city and slam into a building, resulting in more ruination around them. In a fit of mild insanity, Jenny wondered- as her apartment building became apartment rubble -if she had left the oven on, perchance.

In retrospect, she had a lot of others things to worry about. For example- she had been shuttled back and forth from the school to care for a murderer until today, Jenova had woken up and began destroying everything for no other reason than she could, and Logan and said murderer were now in a helicopter going to take Jenova down. And had she mentioned that she was almost positive she was in love with the murderer? Mortimer is up there, right now, probably going to die, and she's down there, about to die.

Life has never been stranger, but she feels exhilarated. The world is falling apart and she's completely calm.

Then she hears the sonic book. The explosion that rocks her down to the marrow in her bones; and then silence.

Nothing movies, nothing breathes. Above them, a dark speck has leapt from the cockpit of the helicopter and flung themself at Jenova, and in the ensuing shockwave the helicopter's wings get blown off, and it tumbles towards the ground.

Before it slams into one of the skyscrapers, she sees another dark speck fly from the helicopter wreckage and land- on it's FEET- on top of the still-somehow-standing building next to the one the helicopter is now decimating.

Above them, everything has become orange, and then Jenova is gone.

They did it.