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  1. Bitter Cold

    [fear][/fear]

    By Bitter Cold,

    I have to be in a family picture tomorrow.
     
    Family pictures suck.
     
    Especially with my family.
     
    Plus the only shirt I have without a picture or sarcasm on it is a sweater. Blech.
  3. Bitter Cold

    *sigh*

    By Bitter Cold,

    Me and my sister washed the car, but then mom decided she needed to drive it to Parent Teacher Conferences at the school, which for some reason she didn't foresee, despite it being on the calender for two weeks. So my sis went with her and I ended up washing the tires again.
     
    It's cold outside. :\
     
    Also, on a particular video-hosting website I use, one of my videos was deleted because it had a song in it. I have the official CD! Gah. And they have a feature where you can replace your audio with music, but they don't have the song I had. It was a music video, too. I can't use a different song.
     
    Even better: it took them a year and a half to notice that the video existed.
     
    So anyway, that's my pessimism for today. :\
  6. Bitter Cold

    <3

    By Bitter Cold,

    Out the door, just in time.
    Head down the 405
    Gotta meet the new boss by 8 A.M.
    Phone rings, in the car
    The wife is workin' hard
    She's runnin' late tonight again
     
    Well
    I know what I've been told
    You gotta work to feed the soul.
    But I can't do this all on my own
    No I know
    I'm no Superman
    I'm no Superman.
     
    And you've got your love online
    And you think you're doin' fine
    But you're just plugged into the wall.
    That deck of Taro cards
    Won't get you very far
    There ain't no hand to break your fall
     
    Well
    I know what I've been told
    You gotta know just when to fold
    But I can't do this all on my own
    No I know
    I'm no Superman
    I'm no Superman.
     
    Now you've crossed the finish line
    Won the race but lost your mind.
    Was it worth it after all?
    I need you here with me
    'Cause love is all we need.
    Just take a hold
    Of the hand that breaks the fall
    Well I know what I've been told.
    Gotta break free to break the mold
    But I can't do this all on my own.
    No I can't do this all on my own.
    I know
    That I'm no
    Superman.
    I'm no Superman.
    I'm no Superman.
    (someday, we'll be together)
    I'm no Superman.
    (someday)
    (someday, we'll be together)
    (someday)
     
    I'm no Superman.
  10. Bitter Cold
    I wrote this with a friend, for Spanish II. I'll give you guys the english version.
     

    Trogdor was a man. I mean, he was a dragon man. Or maybe he was just a dragon. But he was still Trogdor: a beast of legend, living in a cave on the side of the great mountain that overshadowed the city of Agrundion. But the story I’m about to retell isn’t about a dragon. This story is about a man, a man called Pancho. Pancho was the leader of the Knomes, a league of trained and honorable warriors who defended Agrundion from danger. Pancho was not afraid of anything, according to the Knomes, except for Trogdor. Trogdor struck fear into the armor of every Knome. Trogdor was said to burn Knomes to death in an instant, and to eat entire flocks of sheep, herds of cattle. Pancho didn’t question the contradictory lack of decimated remains and properties. Pancho was a defender, not a forensic scientist. Jeez. 
    “I say! What a beautiful day it is! Not a cloud in the sky,” exclaimed a less experienced Knome warrior –or as the high-rankers called them, Knoobs – to Pancho. “Surely there’s something to do when we’re not fighting intruders?” “Keep your eyes open,” muttered Pancho, “and don’t call me Shirley.” Pancho went back to pretending he was scanning the horizon as he daydreamed about his wife-to-be.
     
    She had gone to the market that morning to buy some seeds. She always kept a garden on the roof of her home where it could get sunlight. Not many girls would do something like that, decided Pancho. He’d known from the day he met her that she was special. Some days she would – Pancho’s thoughts were interrupted. “There won’t be a single drop of rain today, will there? I never did trust those prophets. I’d even go so far as to say that this is the sunniest day I’ve ever seen! There’ll be no rain today!” spouted the Knoob. Pancho sighed, “Stranger things have happened.” He looked at the Knoob. The Knoob looked back at him. He blinked.
     
    The Knoob reached up to wipe his nose.
     
    A thundering crash of sound caused the Knoob to poke himself in the eye, and startled Pancho out of his chair. Birds rushed from their trees.
     
    If Pancho had been on the east end of the city wall, he might have seen the spark of heat lightning that flashed near the market region of Agrundion. But he was not. Using the Knoob as support, he stood up. “I’m going to find out what that was. Stay here,” he commanded, and set off in the direction of the noise. A short time later, he ran into a messenger. The messenger gave him a note and disappeared. Without considering the illogicality of such a scenario, Pancho unrolled the note, which read like this:
     
    “The woman to whom you are engaged has been mysteriously burnt to a crisp. I send my condolences – King Brusque”
     
    Pancho froze. He read the note again. He read the note once more. He read it another time. His blood thawed. He paused to note that it had been frozen. His eyes blazed with angry fire, his fists clenched, and his nose whistled. His soul shook with anger and he breathed one name: “Trogdor.” He called his steed, gripped his sword, and thought of one thing and one thing only.
     
    He needed some ice water.
     
    He rode to the nearest bar, stormed in, and ordered a tall glass of anything cold. He filled his travel flask with water. He thanked the bartender and left in a blazing rage to take revenge on the monster that killed his love.
    As he rode up the mountain, Pancho doused his armor with water to counteract the dragon’s fire, and fed anger to his mind to counteract his fear. He spotted an enormous fire on the mountain and knew that he had found the beast’s lair. He halted and de-mounted his horse, tying it to a charred rock. He trudged up the burnt slope, pouring the rest of his water onto himself as he walked. He entered the cave.
     
    The tremendous lizard turned to look at him. “Greetings,” it rumbled. “Don’t taunt me, foul creature!” cried Pancho. “You murder and destroy, and you dare to treat me as an equal?” Trogdor looked at him quizzically, snaking out of his curled up position and revealing the giant scaly girth that had frozen the hearts of the bravest warriors of old. Pancho’s righteous anger was the only thing keeping him in that cave. The cave walls vibrated as the dragon stated, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Indeed, the great lizard would probably have dislodged a stalactite providing his alibi, but Pancho saw through this trick. Pancho flew at the dragon with his sword. The clever dragon’s immense claw attempted to deflect the mighty blow. Trogdor’s claw clashed with the blade, sending it ricocheting off the wall and landing in a corner. Pancho leapt after it, just before the dragon belched fire. Pancho used his shield to avoid injury, and retrieved his blade. The dragon, being immensely huge, was already close enough to grab him off the ground, and in an instant, Pancho was hanging, looking into the pig-bladder-sized eye of Trogdor the dragon.
     
    “Listen to me,” said Trogdor. “I don’t murder people.”
     
    Pancho stared at his eye with cold fury.
     
    Trogdor swung his head suddenly to the side and belched a wall of flame.
     
    He cleared his throat. “You should just leave me,” he said, “leave me here to –“
     
    “To what? To kill more innocent people? You killed my love, you monster! Crimes like that do not go unpunished!” interjected Pancho. Pancho pulled his arm free and stabbed Trogdor in the eye.
     
    The dragon dropped him on the floor of the cave. Pancho ran at Trogdor’s heart, determined to destroy the evil thing. He screamed as he pierced the scaly armor with his sword. It was a moment or two before the giant head of Trogdor the dragon fell beside Pancho, throwing him again to the floor. He jumped back to his feet to find that the heated gusts of the dragon’s breath had ceased.
     
    Pancho’s strength faded. He lost grip on his sword and stumbled toward the cave opening. He was too tired to feel as avenged as he thought he would. He thought only of his love, and how he would never see her again. He sobbed, and his tears clouded his vision. His foot caught on something hard. He fell. He barely kept consciousness as he looked down to the line across the floor he was kneeling on. He stood and wiped his eyes. When his vision cleared, he saw the one thing he never, for one second, expected to see in that cave.
     
    Pancho’s anger had blinded him: Trogdor had been chained to this cave for a hundred years. He brought his contemptible sword down and broke the dragon’s chains.
     
    Pancho looked bitterly at the friendly creature who had tried to make peace, now dead. “I should not have jumped to conclusions. Revenge can’t change the past. I should have loved my neighbor, and thought about the feelings of others,” he said, in a somber, crestfallen way, and he climbed onto his horse and rode away into the sunset.
     
    End.
  14. Bitter Cold

    Aaaauuughh!

    By Bitter Cold,

    "Silent" ringtones!
     
    The idea is that there's a really high frequency that only people under, like, 30 years old can hear.
     
    So all these people are using it, and their phone goes off in class and it's this high-pitched whining noise.
     
    It's more annoying than being hit with Djinn Storm.
     
    And it doesn't work. Some adults can hear it anyway! And everybody giggles when it happens, so the teacher instantly knows what happened even if they didn't hear it, they just don't know whose phone it was.
     
    I think that teachers should take the opportunity to make everyone empty their pockets and take all the phones. You're not allowed to have them in class anyway. Having somebody's ring would be a perfect excuse to get them all at once.
     
    Just something that's on my mind.
  16. Bitter Cold

    Aahh!

    By Bitter Cold,

    It's Halloween (Wow, really?), and a bunch of people came to school in costume...
     
    There's no rule that says you can't wear a costume every day, actually.
     
    People are sitting behind me, inquiring about my blog.
  18. Bitter Cold

    Ahaha

    By Bitter Cold,

    I'm going to crack up when I'm playing Trivial Pursuit with my grandchildren and the question is "What artist had the number one single in 2009?" and the answer is Rick Astley.
     
    Pardon me if I don't know my music ranking terminology.
  20. Bitter Cold
    I write an entry, I push 'post new entry,' and then?
     
    THEN THE BOARD IS TOO LAZY TO WORK
     
    "Intuhnet Exploruh cain't duspleh the webpage."
     
    WELL I'VE HAD IT
     
    We're gonna settle this here and now!
     
    *puts on boxing gloves*
     
    (Also, if you see this entry, that means I've won.)
  25. Bitter Cold

    Amazing Mocer

    By Bitter Cold,

    I don't usually do this, but I've been in this guy's Brickshelf folder for over an hour.
     
    I have no idea who he is, but here's his Brickshelf. (It's massive.)
     
    AMAZINGNESS.
     
    Also, there's some funny stuff in there too.
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