Turns out the whole flashlight thing doesn't work on my mom. So I told her that I'd had a test coming up. She was mad, and yelled some and you know? It didn't really bother me all that much. Scary. 'Cause usually I'd be upset, and mad at myself for getting into trouble in the first place. Luckily, she never saw my blog. So, anyway, I've gotta hurry, because I'm not supposed to be on here today. Did you see what that person "Blackwing", or whatever their name is, commented last time? Creepy, huh? So, I'm going, but I have a plan in case he or she tries to attack me. I'm obviously not going to say what it is, though. I'm going tomorow, to meet this guy. I just have a feeling it's a guy writing that stuff. Yeah, I know I'm being slightly sexist, but I can't help it. Like I said, I have to hurry, so one more thing. My wings are twice the size they were yesterday, they're growing faster with every passing day, soon I won't be able to hide them anymore. Which will make me all that much easier for Blackwing to spot. Jeez, what is happening to my life? Shouldn't NORMAL people be worrying about the "Big Dance", or the homework they've got to do? I guess I can't qualify as normal, anyway.
{Sigh}
I've got to split. Peace.
-Kat
Friday, February 9, 2007
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
I don't normally tell people my problems, but this is different...
Okay, a little background. I live on a farm, no animals, just a whole ton of land. I have a mom, but no dad. They were divorced when I was three. I'm sixteen now. I am a girl, my name is Kat. Not Katie, just Kat. Pronounced like cat. I own a dog, Max, not like from Max Ride, but she's still a really cool animal.
So now you have a little idea of me. Let me give you a whole lot more of one.
I woke up this morning, and stretched, ate, then I got in the shower to get ready for school. Normal day. Until the shower part. I was washing with my favorite herbal shampoo. (Hey! I like it, and if you think it's weird, then stick to your chemicalized junk) I dragged my fingers across my back, to pile my hair on my head. Then I felt the bumps. As big as my hand was long ways and across the palm. They feel really creepy, like I have goose bumps all the time, just in that one spot. I almost yelled, when I remembered my mom hadn't left for work yet. So I just screamed inside my head. Really loudly. After a while, my heart beat slowed down a bit, and I ran my hand over my back, again and again. the bumps didn't go away. So I figured I'd just play it sick, I mean, school? Today? No. Way. I kept in the shower until my mom left, then I turned off the water. I wrapped up in an old blue bath towel, and stood there, dripping. I looked in the fogged up mirror, rubbed a circle in it and stared at my face. I didn't look much different, aside from the fact that I was totally freaked, and much paler than usual. So I stood there longer. Must have been half an hour that I just kept my eyes fixed on my face. Then I decided to relax and eat something more slowly than wolfing down a Pop-Tart or whatever, which is what I'd normally do at this time of morning. You notice how I keep saying "normally"? Well, my life is backwards now, so nothing is normal. Just FYI. So now, after eating slowly and digesting without rushing around trying to catch the bus, watching some TV, playing my guitar, and zoning out at the wall, I got on the web. I thought maybe SOMEONE might have an idea on how to fix this problem. Well? Oh, one more thing. Those bumps on my back, they're growing FEATHERS! I mean, Eek. So, am I growing wings or what? That's all I can think.
Uh- oh. Mom's home. I've got to explain to her why I skipped school. Although, I'm not gonna tell her the truth. Like she'd belive me? So I gotta run. Maybe I can pull off the whole "I'm sick" thing with a hot water bottle, or a flashlight, or something.
See ya,
-Kat
So now you have a little idea of me. Let me give you a whole lot more of one.
I woke up this morning, and stretched, ate, then I got in the shower to get ready for school. Normal day. Until the shower part. I was washing with my favorite herbal shampoo. (Hey! I like it, and if you think it's weird, then stick to your chemicalized junk) I dragged my fingers across my back, to pile my hair on my head. Then I felt the bumps. As big as my hand was long ways and across the palm. They feel really creepy, like I have goose bumps all the time, just in that one spot. I almost yelled, when I remembered my mom hadn't left for work yet. So I just screamed inside my head. Really loudly. After a while, my heart beat slowed down a bit, and I ran my hand over my back, again and again. the bumps didn't go away. So I figured I'd just play it sick, I mean, school? Today? No. Way. I kept in the shower until my mom left, then I turned off the water. I wrapped up in an old blue bath towel, and stood there, dripping. I looked in the fogged up mirror, rubbed a circle in it and stared at my face. I didn't look much different, aside from the fact that I was totally freaked, and much paler than usual. So I stood there longer. Must have been half an hour that I just kept my eyes fixed on my face. Then I decided to relax and eat something more slowly than wolfing down a Pop-Tart or whatever, which is what I'd normally do at this time of morning. You notice how I keep saying "normally"? Well, my life is backwards now, so nothing is normal. Just FYI. So now, after eating slowly and digesting without rushing around trying to catch the bus, watching some TV, playing my guitar, and zoning out at the wall, I got on the web. I thought maybe SOMEONE might have an idea on how to fix this problem. Well? Oh, one more thing. Those bumps on my back, they're growing FEATHERS! I mean, Eek. So, am I growing wings or what? That's all I can think.
Uh- oh. Mom's home. I've got to explain to her why I skipped school. Although, I'm not gonna tell her the truth. Like she'd belive me? So I gotta run. Maybe I can pull off the whole "I'm sick" thing with a hot water bottle, or a flashlight, or something.
See ya,
-Kat
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