http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:followerofgod&section=today deviantART RSS for by:followerofgod en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 17 Dec 2009 23:21:43 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://followerofgod.deviantart.com/journal/26858218/ http://followerofgod.deviantart.com/journal/26858218/ Thu, 27 Aug 2009 14:28:37 PDT
First hour, I was sent out in a team from Yearbook to film the daily announcements. We decided that we'd go around and ask some different teachers to read them off for us.
Our first stop was the front office. Mr. O (the assistant principal) likes to read the first line each day. Today, he decided to follow us around and see how things are done.
Our last stop was Mr. S' room. We passed the Chemistry 101 sign to find Mr. S in a bomb squad uniform, cutting up something on a paper towel. He didn't notice us until we'd already set up, and then he jumped out of his skin.
Maddie, the leader for today, quickly thrust the script into his hands and asked him to read the last line. It was a Smokebusters meeting reminder, which is kind of funny looking back now.
Mr. S wanted to make a big show of being on school TV, so he pulled out a special pair of goggles. They had racing red, blue and green lights; making him look even crazier than he normally does. He turned back to us, said the line five times to himself, and then let us turn the camera on.
"Smokebusters will meet today in room 400. If you wish to join the club, you must be there."
He then picked up a bottle of distiled water, grinned at the camera and said, "Now this is something you don't see everyday." As soon as the water touched whatever that stuff was, it burst into flames.
Mr. O had a huge smile on his face when the last bit died. "I'm coming with you girls for the announcements from now on!"



Later on, I found out that Mr. S is a pyromaniac. He and Senor use to take some of that stuff and throw it into rives, then hide in the woods when the cops came to see who set the river on fire. Mr. S also has used the stuff in swimming pools in the past. He skips them across like rocks and before long the whole pool's on fire.

It's so nice to know my chemistry teacher is as sane as I am.

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My chemistry teacher accidently set his desk on fire while lecturing us about fire saftey. He's the school's mad scientist, or at least that's what we call him, because he nearly blew himself up years ago in a lab. Things always seem to burst into flames or blow up around him, it's quite entertaining how he'll just keep on teaching while things burn. He has a sign on his door that reads: "Chemistry 101: Obey your wizard overlord."

This year, I got into the digital imaging class. There's 16 of us there, running around the school all day taking pictures of other students and then messing with the photos in photoshop. Everyone seems to resent that I got in a year early, but I don't mind it too much.

My crazy Spanish teacher is already talking about contests in the spring. I also found out that he use to work with my chemisty teacher. Maybe that's why he's so crazy...

Bio II is fun; we're suppose to dissect something in a few weeks.

Pre-cal is nice too, though it feels like algebra II again.

English II so far has been a blessing after last year. The teacher actually acts like a human being, even though she ends each sentence with "to save the planet." She says we're going to write until our hands fall off. Yay!

Choir is choir, as usual. It's different with a new teacher, but it still feels the same since the old teacher's son plays the piano.

But history... I hate it. My cousin's in there, but thankfully no one realizes we're related. He doesn't even realize we're related. He's the one who chased me around his neighborhood with his friends when we were 6, just because I picked up a garden gnome to look at a bug. That day, I ended up in a tree for a while, waiting for them to go so I could run to my mom. I've been afraid of gnomes since then.

Anyways, life's been good. Shannon's still Shannon, Heather and Sidney are down in Florida, Sean's gotten over his case of tick fever, Autumn's been crying about wanting to move back to the country, Sirius has been digging a lot of holes, and Mina's been working on my artroom.

]]> ~followerofgod http://followerofgod.deviantart.com/journal/23103814/ http://followerofgod.deviantart.com/journal/23103814/ Mon, 09 Feb 2009 14:22:17 PST Right now, she's in hiding more than 40 miles to the north of where I sit typing this.
Here on the farm, we're trying to formulate a plan to sneak her back home without the police finding her. The plan is to wait until five, and then set her boy friend (an ex air force person) to get her.
At seven tomorrow morning, she'll already be back 40 miles north with her lawyer and Pa. The gardianship papers will be signed, and until the verdict comes in as to Shannon's sentense, Sean and Autumn (my half brother and half sister) will be under Mina (my mom) and Pa's control legally speaking.
It looks like Shannon might end up in jail. If that is the case, Sean and Autumn will become my full brother and sister -- meaning they'll be adopted by their grandparents (Mina and Pa) like I was six years ago.
Everything's in chaos. Our family risks being torn appart, completely displaced. Malfunction Junction (our farm) might have two new editions, even though we're having trouble supporting the three that are already here.
And Sean and Autumn know none of this. Only the adults do, and at 15 years of age, I've been brought into that loop.

Mina and Pa are putting a lot of weight on my shoulders. In one sense, I'll be expected to take on Shannon's role for the two kids. It'll most likely be me who nags them to do their homework, clean their room, take showers; I'll most likely be the one who they come to with their emotional problems and things like that.
I love them, and I want to do my part, but I'm having enough trouble getting over this myself. I'm an emotional wreck as it is without two screaming, wailing kids. I don't think I'll be able to handle it when Autumn or Sean hits puberty (Autumn's 8 now, Sean's 10), especially with Sean's short attention span and urge to annoy all creation.
I want to fall down on my face and cry until I pass out from lack of air. I want to just go back to being a nieve child, to not have to worry about any of this.
But I know I can't. Mina's already told me I have to be strong for the children. If any of those they see as supportive figures faulter, their world will crumble more than it has to.

It's easy for her to say that, she doesn't have to deal with high school and this at the same time. I mean, right now I have two people at school who think that I'm not human, that I'm some sort of mythical being. One of them wants to kill me for it, the other wants to try to train me to use powers that I don't think I even have. My stalker plans to try to do me in (yes, that's him I mentioned above). A kind kid named Brandon keeps helping me out of tight scrapes, he and I have known each other for years.... ....And he thinks I'm in love with him and wants me to go on dates with him and do all that stupid dating stuff. Every part of me screams no, but I'm starting to fall in love with him like I did three years ago (nothing happened that time, I just ended up going out with his best friend). Every teacher expects me to get at least 101% on every test, or at least score top of my class, and they don't seem to understand what the hecks going on.
...I really should talk to the school counselor. But, I think all phsycological people are idiots.

So instead of talking to someone in real life, I've come on here to vent and let everything out. I didn't do this for sympathy, I did it only to let off some steam in a place where the kids won't look.


I might not be online much for a while, because of this mess, or I might be on more. It really just depends on how each day goes. I might come on more to get away from it all, or I might be needed to do something or I might just be curled up in a ball in my room.

...I feel like running, taking out my staff and hitting something really hard. Maybe I'll go to the isolated regions of the farm, maybe I'll run into some wild dogs or Fluffy the mountain lion....
....And no, I'm not suicidal again. I keep reminding myself all the reasons there are to live, all the people I care about, and it's keeping me from that though (just as it did a few years ago.)


Oh, and I'm just too lazy to run a spell check on this. Sorry.

]]> ~followerofgod http://followerofgod.deviantart.com/journal/22860576/ http://followerofgod.deviantart.com/journal/22860576/ Wed, 28 Jan 2009 09:05:21 PST
1. Having delusions about John McCain ridding a unicycle doesn't inspire me to write, but somehow having delusions about my dog taking over the world gives me lots of ideas.

2. Cheerleaders at my school don't know the difference between fiction and non-fiction. They now believe a shape shifter is going to run into their "secret" bathrooms and blow up all the toilets with rum. My bad....

3. When you say "Nerds of the dexagonal table" no one knows what your talking about, but when you say "Nerds of the round table" even though it's not round, everyone gets it.

4. The best way to get out of being Juliet in my English class is to impersonate Mr. Spock for a week. "There is no passion."

5. In the mind of jocks around here, to "bomb a test" somehow means "Dude! I totally just got an A on that thing!"

6. The best way to scare my choir director is to mention the Choir Room Mouse.

7. Scariest thing in the choir room -- a teacher's aide trying to jump into a mouse hole with a pair of scissors to defeat the Choir Room Mouse.

8. Junior boys somehow think it's awesome when a freshman goes flying into a concrete wall in dodge ball. It's be half a year, and they still call me "Tripper."

9. My geography teacher is more hyped about my victory in Nanowrimo than my English teacher.

10. It's best to learn about one's stalker during the first year. It turns out mine thinks he's an "Immortal slayer."

11. The best way to scare preps is to start talking backwards. They thought I was putting a curse on them. Then, my stalker showed up and he's now convinced I'm not human. Great...

12. Guy number 20 my birth mom insists is my biological father isn't the one either. Surprise surprise.

13. Guy number 21 didn't even want to find out if we were related. I guess I'll need to talk about "altering" guys more whenever my birth mom tries to introduce me to "dad."

14. My birth mom is still a practising Wiccan, even though she says she's not.

15. Apparently, it's considered old fashioned to wear a dress and petticoat out in public.

16. The quickest way to make an adult faint is to curtsy.

17. One of my best friends, Jenna, thinks she's a leprechaun. It's not best to contradict her; I did once and ended up passing out as she sang "The Voice" after saying she wanted my energy.

18. When discussing men "loosing their manliness," boys don't like girls to have a demonic expression on their face. It's been months, and they still keep about a yard between me and them.

19. Sprite makes me act a bit drunk. Ok, more than a bit...

20. My brother, Sean, thinks that I was Master Yoda in a previous life. He also thinks that he was Count Dooku in a previous life. I think Star Wars has melted his brain.

21. Sean's scary when he looses his Star Wars games. The best way to describe this one is to just put an example:
Sean: *picks up Barbie phone* General Grievous, come in! This is Count Dooku, do you read me?!
Phone: We should, like, totally go to the mall later on!
Sean: No Grievous! Not the mall! The Jedi, the Jedi!

22. Scary things happen when I accidentally take my mom's meds and she takes my herbal stuff.

23. It's scary what I think up at night when I have Sprite. I started mentally sketching out this journal page last night, and got to 100. But now I can't remember anything else, and I'm giving up.
Hopefully, this'll be as funny as I thought it would be at midnight....

]]> ~followerofgod http://followerofgod.deviantart.com/journal/21628377/ http://followerofgod.deviantart.com/journal/21628377/ Sun, 23 Nov 2008 09:56:47 PST
Things have changed in life since the last time I logged on. Friends have come and gone, I've gone through hardships and sweet celebrations. But now, I think it's time to come back and keep on working.

Sorry for dissapearing for a while.

~Sarah Lee

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