My brother is an idiot

....again.

Fair

Gill finally convinced me to go the fair with her and Damien today. Other than the fact that he was there... it was fun.

But easy to sum up: A bunch of lame rides, fried food that I'm now regretting. And a dope concert on the other side of the portal. That's right. The other side. And there were no people to beat me up. What!

In fact, as soon as they saw Damien they all just left us alone. Which I found odd, but didn't question it, because even they seem to know that death follows him. And he was able to get us in and out of the portal with no problem.

I admit, I don't like the guy. Something about him grates my nerves. But he is pretty freakin' awesome.

Artichoke

TARDIS!!

I made my new closet door into a TARDIS today. It's sloppy, and the fumes from the Sharpie made me lightheaded. But it was so worth it. Freakin' dope!


Dom

The Slender Man

The creepiest legend I have ever heard is that of the Slender Man. I searched for a few minutes to find this page.....

I didn't even read all of it. I have read it before, but the way that he lurks in the picture kept me from looking too hard. I was literally too afraid to go on.

I do not believe that he is real. But....if you think about it...if he was.....

BOO!

I don't think the walls like me:

They keep jumping out in front of me today....

Dom

I've been promoted. Captain Gillian Crunch. Dom is, of course, a Private.

:P Grace Kelly, Psych Style. I'm not sure what it is about this song....
This is Captain Crunch signing out.

Gill

Bob Dylan and coke

Need I say more?

Yeah, yeah I probably should.

About the whole portal thing, that explains a lot. (About the circus, and other people thinking we're crazy.) But I don't see what the portal at the fair has to do with ours. But, if Damien was there, then it probably does.

And Gill, seriously, you gotta stop talking to that freak. Death is never far behind him, and you know that. Forget him.

As for my phone, it wasn't working because I dropped it in the toilet. Don't ask how, just accept that it happened.

Dom

The Fair...again.

So, I went to the fair last night, right?

Guess who was there?

No, never mind, don't try, you'll never guess.

Damien Zion!!!!! So I went up to him and asked him what he was doing there, and he pointed - because he was staring at something really intently.
"What?!"
He pushed my head the direction he was looking. "Look, Gill."

There was a thumping portal at the fair. But nobody was freaking out. Apparently, only about 2% of the population can see portals, according to Damien. Which means that Dom, Damien and I are part of that population. The portal spat out a girl that was painted white with really colorful clothes and painted accents on her skin. I'll draw a picture later. She looked around, saw us, and then looked terrified and ran back in. I, like the twin of Dominic that I am, followed her in there.

All the freaks from the old carnivals came from the parallel universe. That is all I can safely say.

Gill

PS Dom does not know about this because he was gone last night and was not answering his phone. Stupid brother.

A list of important things.

1. My brother is an idiot. He freaked me out a lot today, running around all in black like some sort of goth on a sugar high.

2. I am going to the fair today! I am excited, mostly because the atmosphere is so cool and busy and weird in a creepy, colorful, awesome way and because of all the greasy fried food and strawberry lemonade I am going to consume. Lemonade!!! *squee!*

3. Last night I watched a Macaulay Culkin/Elijah Wood movie called 'The Good Son.' A) And I thought Culkin was creepy before! B) I really hate the kind of situations that Culkin put Wood in. Like how they both know the truth, but Culkin makes Wood look like the liar, and everyone believes him! That's messed up! C) The ending was just...weird. D) You should watch this trailer and become even more creeped out by Culkin's creepiness. Or dopeness. Whichever one. Perhaps both!

4. What?! 

5. I'm ready for it to be chilly outside all the time. Hot chocolate, rain, good books, writing, good television...all those things. Fall! Autumn!

6. Always bring a banana to a party.

7. I like making lists.

8. I thought this list would be a lot longer than this, but...it's not. I thought there would be fifteen things.

9. I'm done now.

NINJA!!!!

Sundays are boring.

So today, while mom was working on lunch, I decided that I want to be a ninja when I grow up. I practiced. I put on all black and my balaclava (which I have no use for here in Texas, but it's still fun) and sneaked around the house, being all stealth like.

"Flip the Jackal switch!"

In ten minutes, I managed to scare Gill twice, surprise Dad once, and sneak past mom three times. On the last time, I scared her stiff.

She screamed and threw a raw egg at me.

She claims she thought I was someone who broke into the house.

I don't believe her. I think she just wanted to throw something at me.

But now I know that I can be a ninja when I grow up.

Dom/Artichoke/Judd Nelson/a little bit Maxwell Smart (even if he's a spy, not a ninja. He's still dope!) -- the very successful ninja! What!

Yes, Gill...

That would make you Ally Sheedey. Even if you are more like Molly Ringwald, but... the way Breakfast Club ends would just be creepy for us if I were to compare you to her.

Maybe you're Emlio Esteves...

*Coughs*

I have a really nasty cold, because of sticking my face in the portal last night. And a scratch on my arm that is infected. I'm trying to explain it by pulling a fashion statement with the bandage...nobody is convinced.

I'm not at liberty to give details on the scratch...okay, four, long, deep scratches...on my arm...or how I got the cold. But it happened.

Also:

I was not aware that I sounded like Shawn and Gus when I'm scared. But I do. I screamed for five minutes last night, because an owl flew at my car and scared the living water out of me. (Not literally, but...) And I was already freaking myself out. It was awesome.

Gillian

PS Judd Nelson? Really, Dom? Sheesh. Does that make me Ally Sheedy or whatever her name is?

Bushed.

I'm bushed.

So I had to listen to Bob Dylan in the car to wake me up, and now, I am going to have a coke. What?

I'm also going to watch Jurassic Park II. Is it just me, or is there something really appealing about a baby t-rex? It's prolly just me. But I'd love one. *Runs to portal and shoves face in to find one*

Gillian

Detention

I'm in detention right now. Well actually, I'm in the restroom. No longer regretting getting internet on my phone. I needed an escape. I mean it's full on Breakfast Club in there!

Five misfits, defying the teacher for really no reason other than rebellion. I wanted to start singing That one Twisted Sister song: "We're not gonna take it! No, we ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna take it.... ANYMORE!!!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xmckWVPRaI&ob=av2n

I recommend watching the video, just for how freakin' awesome it is. (Though all I can think while I'm watching is: I bet those guys smell weird....)

Anyway, we've already moved his chair just a little to the left once he was out of the room. Filled his sandwich with paper. Set a minor fire.... (Yeah, don't ask about that one.)

I think I'm Judd Nelson in this whole situation....

Sweet!

Judd Nelson

Storming....

Nothing like a nice rain shower outside, a cup of hot chocolate inside, and a hardcore, action packed episode of Doctor Who.

What!

Dom

The Fair.

It is coming.

I. Heed the posters. It is coming.

II. Let all colors be seen. It's the fair, it's colorful.

III. Eat the heart attack on a stick. It tastes yummy.

.....

Wow, that actually sortakindamaybealmost worked! (Combining the village and the fair! What?!)

Ice cream, cookies, and zombies = pure dopeness!!!

Title says it all. Ice cream in between two homemade chocolate chip cookies is the the best food ever! I wish I could live off it.

And 28 Days Later is the most awesome zombie movie out there!

Now you know what I did today.

All homework ignored.

Dom

Three Conversations I Had Today:

Conversation One: 

Unnamed Person: I think you're stupid.
Me: Thank you.
Unnamed Person: It wasn't a compliment.
Me: I know.
Unnamed Person: Then why'd you say 'thank you?'
Me: Why not?
Unnamed Person: *Confused* That doesn't make any sense.
Me: It do to me. Want a coke?
Unnamed Person: No.


Conversation Two: 

Unnamed Person: Haven't seen you around in a while.
Me: You need a better pick-up line.
Unnamed Person: That one usually works.
Me: Well, I'm not the usual. What do you want?
Unnamed Person: *ignores me* What'll it be? Chocolate?
Me: Nope, Coffee.
Unnamed Person: *scoops it out and piles it in cone* Well, it'll keep you up. I don't recommend it.
Me: Did I ask what you recommended?
Unnamed Person: No, you didn't.
Me: No tips for you. Give me the ice cream.
Unnamed Person: Pay me for it.
Me: I already did. And I'm in a hurry.
Unnamed Person: *hands me the ice cream.* What're you doing Thursday night?
Me: Watching the Season Three premiere of Fringe. Why?
Unnamed Person: Oh, you can watch it on Friday.
Me: Because?
Unnamed Person: Wanna go see a movie with me?
Me: No. Can't cancel.
Unnamed Person: What about Friday night?
Me: No, I'm busy then, too.
Unnamed Person: Doing what?
Me: Not going out with you! Thanks for the ice cream. *Leaves*

Conversation Three:

Me: Mom, I got asked out today.
Mom: By whom?
Me: Kid that runs the ice cream shop.
Mom: Oh. What'd you say?
Me: No, o'course!
Mom: Good answer. Done your homework?
Me: Wrong twin, Mom.
Mom: Oh, that's right. DOM!
Me: *snickers*

Aaaand that's pretty much the kind of conversations I have every day. Stupid, in'nit?

Secret Agent Man

We have to shut up about the portal. :-/

We're totally secret agents now. O.o

Watch this video and you'll be more in the mood for it, I think.

Limited information

Sorry about the very little we shared about our trip into the portal, but frankly... we don't know you! This is our safety (and SANITY) we're talking about here! We've got at least three high ranking members of the school board reading our blog, and they're threatening to tell our parents. That sounds stupid, I know, but they worry. A lot. And they FREAKED when we went missing for two days. I'm really not sure why, though....

Anyway, no more info on the portal trip. For now.

Artichoke

My brother is a thumping idiot

Do I really need to say more?

Yeah, probably. I should explain why he is a thumping idiot.

Well, he was pretty accurate with everything up till he got punched out by a girl. He's an idiot and a wimp. I mean, not to be anti-girl here, but she was half his size. And I could see it coming from the moment he started arguing with her buff boyfriend. Lucky girl.

*Coughs* Anyway....

Our tour guide's name will remain unknown. They are now my new best friend. I give them permission to punch out my brother any time they want.

So, turns out, the parallel universe is completely weird. We had no idea what we were doing and we both looked like idiots (but especially Dom.)

Our 'tour guide' used this really advanced computer (they are way beyond us in technology) and tried to further analyze the handwriting, but nothing came up. Apparently this is a really weird circumstance. I've been looking at more of the notes in Dom's closet...and they look really familiar. I don't know why, but that handwriting reminds me of some I've seen somewhere, before....

So, that's another mystery to deal with. I've also decided that from now on, only one of us goes into the portal at a time. Guess who it's not going to be?

Very good. You're so smart. Dom is staying home next time.

Gill

Portal blues

So... our trip totally blew. Okay. So... we went into the portal... just jumped right in. Forget voice of reason, forget common sense; we just freakin' jumped right in. It swallowed us up with a weird squeezy feeling. It wasn't pleasant. The portal walls were a funky, flashing blue. Think Doctor Who begging credits... just more complicated, smaller, no TARDIS, and no David Tennant.

We landed with a very hard thud in... well... my room. Yeah. At least, that's what we thought. (Gill even yelled a little.) But then we opened my door and found ourselves hanging over a cliff. Not an awesome experience. Anyway, Gill actually had the foresight to bring rope and we scaled down the cliff. The very, very, very deep cliff. And landed on an orange dirt packed surface. Obviously we weren't in Kansas anymore, Todo.

We walked for a good ten miles (maybe less, but being with Gill always makes time go slower; she's so boring), before coming up in a meadow. But this was no normal meadow. It's blades of grass were blood red and dripped a goopy green acidic substance. I burned my jeans touching them. Long story short: we found a way around the bloody meadow, found a town packed with people. People that looked like human beings... but glowed an eerie purple.

I KNOW!

It took some probing, and begging, and a little bit of "money" (Ritz crackers, actually. I was very proud of myself for that one...) exchanged hands, but eventually we found us a "tour guide." Someone with more information than one person should know. Than all persons should know. And, to keep them safe (and to keep me and Gill safe from them) I won't share names. Needless to say, we got some nice information about this pretty new world. But nothing helpful.

Oh! And my 'help' note ended up burning in my pocket. How I didn't notice this happening, I don't know.

I ended up getting knocked out after that. Don't ask how. It's embarrassing. I didn't wake up until late last night, to Gill screaming at me, and said person above rolling their eyes at my "drama." Sorry I got freakin' knocked out!

I just hope Gill can fill us all in on the rest, she won't talk to me....

Dom

Love Today, love today...

Oh wait. Wrong video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPkzSi2y208&NR=1

I'm not sure why, but this song is coaxing me back towards sanity. But for some reason I feel like Ron from Potter Puppet Pals....

Don't go into the light, Gil!

Don't go back to sane, Gil!

Or rather: *Whispers:* Don't go back to sane, Gil.

Yeah, I'm so not there. *GROANS!*

Lemonade

Portal expansion and mysterious whispering

I think the title says it all.

The portal is expanding, and pulsing more violently. Flashing... you could almost call it writhing.

And, last night, after three, I heard whispering. I know what you're thinking, "Oh, Dom's crazy! It's getting to his head!" But that's not it. I really heard something whispering my name. Gill's, name too. I woke her up, and she agreed. She can hear it too. It's unlikely that we'd both be hearing it because it's getting to us. It's not.

On the plus side, I got called out by Mr. Q today. He thinks I'm going insane too. He called Mom. And... apparently, after lots of explaining and begging, she can't see the portal.

So maybe we are crazy. I'm starting to second guess myself. After two years... maybe we are just insane....

Artichoke

Who are you?!

Okay. So we've set a date.

We'll be going to the portal on Saturday. Really short notice, but considering the situation, we're lucky to have any notice at all. I've got a heap of "Help" notes now, crammed into my closet, beside the constantly pulsing portal. I've tried sending in a note of my own; Who are you? Where are you? What's wrong? How can we reach you? We want to help. No response.

The mystery that is the portal, will soon unravel.

Dom

The Other Side

Do any of you believe us? I'm just curious.

Into the portal

Now that Gill believes me....

I've been sitting around all day, waiting for her to approve our going into the portal. I know that just jumping in would be stupid, but what other choice do we have? This is someone in need, and we gotta help them, right?

Preparations are underway; wish us luck.

Dom

Damien Zion

Okay, so today on my way home, I dropped by a 'friend's' house. His name is Damien Zion. That's the name I'm allowed to use, anyway.

Damien is talented at many things, including these following things.

1. Computer hacking (this world and the next)
2. Handwriting Analysis
3. Extreme knowledge of human behavior and its patterns, especially when he can relate it to a story he has read or watched.

He's also filthy rich or a very talented thief, because he has a ton of lab equipment and fancy computers.

He analyzed the note, and confirmed that it was from another world, because the molecule patterns of the ink and paper are slightly different in that parallel universe than they are here. They're different, but parallel.

The name of the person who wrote the note is unavailable in the computer system of this world and the next. There either isn't a sample of his handwriting, or they've wiped the records clean, so we don't know who this guy - person - is.

Damien confirmed that the person was almost certainly in real danger, and that the person is smart, unpracticed in handwriting, and very possibly an expert in English-related subjects. Yeah, Damien's kind of a genius. Damien thinks that whoever wrote the note has a romantic personality but has a logical mind.

Don't ask me how he comes up with all this junk. Who knows if any of it's accurate? But now we've got something to go on.

Yeah, guess we're going in...

And really, don't try a google search for Damien. That's not his real name.

Gill

Picture

This is the note I found on my floor. Several more have been spit out since....

Still waiting on Gill to make a decision, but I'm ready to jump in now.

Artichoke

My thoughts thus far...

1. I did not pull a prank on you Dom. Either someone else did or that note is real.

2. My sides still hurt because of laughing so hard at...something I will not talk about.

3. Going into the portal is a crazy, dangerous idea that I've always wanted to do, but one of us has to be smart.

4. I'll talk to you about it later, Dom.

5. For those of you wondering where I am....I've been all over the place, faced death (quite literally) today, in the form of mummies - and also saw some stuffed, dead man-eating lions. It was cool. The mummies were freaky.

Completely out of whack closet portal, or desperate cry for assistance?

I came home from school today to find my closet door open and hanging off it's hinges, a crumpled ball of paper on the floor. I quickly unfolded the paper and found something that scared me. A note asking for help. At first I was skeptical. I wouldn't put it past Gill to pull something like this on me. But it wasn't her hand writing. And she wouldn't go as far as pulling my closet door down. I'm not even sure she could. I glanced into my closet and found the portal swirling around and pulsing like crazy. It does that when something is about to pop out, and sometimes right after.

So my suspicions were pretty much confirmed. So there's someone out there, in an alternate universe that needs help. Ours specifically? I'm not sure. But I do know that we got this for a reason. And we have to do something about it.

Unfortunately (even if Gill was home) I can't go into the portal. There are so many unanswered questions about it. Where does it go for sure? What would happen to us if we went in? Would we be able to come back? The second we discovered it, I wanted to try it out right off the bat. But Gill talked some sense into me, and after two years, we still haven't tested it out. Haven't told anyone about it either. Which, in retrospect, was a bad idea on our part.

I need to find Gill. I need to convince her that we need to do this. And I need to eat something because I'm starving.

Pictures coming later. (As soon as my camera stops being stupid.)

Freaking out of my mind,
Dom

Dom's list of superdopeawesomeness!

Sunday's a slow day for me. So instead of writing about something exciting that hasn't (and won't) happen today, I've compiled a list of ten dope things that I think are dope!

1. Cheeseburgers loaded with onions and pickles, with french fries, and a strawberry milkshake.

2. Ripping off Band-aids.

3. Messy rooms.

4. Messy beds.

5. PB&J!

6. Psych.

7. Pretending to be psychic to get on Gill's nerves. (Never fails!)

8. HORROR MOVIES!!!!

9. Johnny Cash.

10. The smell of laundry detergent.

-- Artichoke out

When We Were Six

I remember that day.

Schools, malls, restaurants and movie theaters in our town shut down, but thousands of other places were closed all over the United States.

I didn't quite get it then. I understood that something horrendous had happened, that a horror had been practiced on us, but I still didn't get it. It just didn't quite register with me, because Dom and I were so young, but I remember both of us being scared. Both of us clung to Mom's legs all day. Both of us were afraid that something like that would happen closer to us.

Both of us realized that the whole country shut down to mourn.

I don't know what else to say. But like Dom, I think it's important to respect it by remembering it.

Gill

In Memorium:

9/11 is today. Gill and I were only six when it happened, but I still remember it all clearly. I know, I'm "Mr. Tough Guy" (trademark Mr. Q) but we need to remember. So, on your Saturday, try to stop. Slow down. And think about everyone lost.

Dom

Playlist Cannon

What is the playlist cannon, you ask?

I randomly give you a short playlist of songs to listen to, why they are awesome, blah, blah, blah. Music, music, music.

Oh wait.

La, la, la.

That's it.

1. Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine
When I first heard the song, I was immediately entranced. I think it's all the cool harp/fairy sounding instruments in it, but she's got such a dark voice....does that make me twisted? Depressing? Bella Swan-esque? You may decide.

2. Golllum's Song by Emiliana Torrini
Having a Tolkien bug, and....this song is just so beautiful. And haunting. But mostly haunting.
3. Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show
It's different, it's folksy, it's comforting, but not cheesy. It's just cool. Bob Dylan started this song and never finished it - this band took over, and I think they did a good job.

4. Angel by Within Temptation
It's a song about betrayal in a true croon. I like true croons. And it sounds pretty. And there's a true croon....

5. Question by Old 97's
Okay, a happy song! It really is. It's raw and has guitar and a country croon (there's that lovely word again) without sounding country. And it's on Shawn's mix tape. It's just so sweet! And it's on Shawn's mix tape....which is available on psych.usanetwork.com.

I was going to embed vids for all of these, but I'm too lazy to figure out why it isn't working, so if you really want to, you may go look them all up yourself. Thank you and Goodnight.

Lemonade Gill has left the building. (blogging)

What do a pig, a rowboat, and a samurai helmet have in common?

Look what I made today. (Again, shut up, Gill! It relaxes me!) I had a really stressful day at school, came home to a load of homework and piles of dishes. So what did I do instead? That's right, Origami:


I named the pig Gill. :)

Dom

The Dramedy of Rear-ending an E.A.M.A.W. (Easily Angered Middle-Aged Woman)

Let me paint this picture for you.

I'm sitting at a stop light, in the right-hand turning lane, waiting patiently for the arrow. I turn to my right, distracted by music. Maybe I'm really not feeling that patient. I find it very hard to stare straight ahead when I'm at a stop light. I found it odd that the truck next to me was backing up. I looked forward - why was the person in front of me backing up too? Why was I going forward? Had we just barely bumped?

We had.

Oh man...I will never do that again, I hope.

She jumped out of the car, and I thought, "Okay, she backed into me. She's gonna apologize and we can move on." 

Oh, no.

"Why did you do that?!"

"...."

"Why did you bump into me?"

"Um, you backed into me."

"Why would I do that?! Why would I back up in the middle of the highway?!"

"I dont' know."

The conversation went on for a while. She went from demanding my 'card' to threatening to call the police. That scared me. I had visions of having my license taken away. But she got someone else to agree with her - it was my fault, not hers.

"Let's pull into the parking lot! Right up here, Hastings, and we can talk about it."

"No! I don't trust you now! We're staying right here!"

"Just the parking lot! Look, the arrow is green -"

"They've called the police."

NOOOOOO!!!!

"Were you on your *BEEP* phone?!"

I was starting to get very defensive and very annoyed. "No ma'am, I was not on my phone."
"Well, that just makes you more of an irresponsible driver!"

"Okay, well, do you care if I make a phone call?"

"No! I don't care what you do."

"Okay. 'Scuse me."

( Dad?! Dad, I'm in trouble! Dad, I bumped into someone and she's really mad and I have no idea what to do and she called the police and I'm not sure what happened and....) So, that's sort of how that conversation went.

I rolled up my window, started fighting tears of...I'm not sure what. Fear, injustice, shock? All of those, probably. Dad calmed me down - he made it sound like it was no big deal. So I calmed down a little bit, prayed very hard, panicked, prayed very hard, calmed down again, waited for the police to show up. An old bald guy stopped and told me I should put my flashing lights on while I was still on the phone with Dad. I told him I couldn't find them.

When the police showed up, everything went a lot smoother. The 'lady' explained to the policemen in a very loud voice what had happened - she made me sound really bad. He came back and asked me what was going on - I explained that I didn't really know, I wasn't sure what happened.

He told me to pull into the gas station parking lot. We did. I didn't get out of the car once. I gave him my license and insurance info. I listened to the lady complain to her husband about me calling my father and wailing "DADDY!" (Which I did not do, by the way. I still call him that but I didn't then. And I don't think I wailed.)

I didn't get a ticket, but I am still shocked and a bit freaked out. A stranger yelled at me and reduce me to tears - but I don't feel at all humiliated. More just like...Well...hello, there, world. You're disappointing. 

I hope I never reduce a teenage driver to tears just because I'm thumping mad at them. Ever. Ever, ever, ever.....

And right-hand turning lanes on 82nd and Slide may never be the same again.

Gill the Irresponsible Driver.

Well dressed birds

Penguins are fascinating animals. I mean, I'm assuming, since we spent an entire class learning about them. (In math, mind you.) How does that make any sense? Am I just crazy? Is this what everyone learns about in math? Do penguins play that big a part in Algebra?

I guess that's just what I get for tuning everything out.

But they do look awesome! The only animal that's automatically dressed for special events.

--Artichoke

Summer Finale

A terrible thing happens tonight, friends. 

It's the last episode of Psych for months. 

Can I say TRAGEDY?! Thank you, I already said it. Horrible thing, really, I mean - I'm going to have to make up my own 'Dom, don't be a -!' quotes for the next several months! 

I do not understand the need to have a summer finale. Why can't we see the whole season all at once? Ooh, I like that. Have a marathon of the whole new season in one day! 

If I ever make a TV show (which I won't) and it's as awesome as Psych (which it wouldn't be) I would totally do that if the producers and all those people would allow it (which they would not.) It's still a good idea. Despite all the set backs. 

Of course I have better ideas than that. 

Stop staring at me. 

On a happier note, I have discovered that Mitchie's favorite spot to be rubbed is between her ears. 

On a happy but frightening note, her horn is finally starting to come in, and I hear that those can really hurt...but Mitchie is sweet-tempered. Mostly. So I should be safe. 

...

Mostly. 

Aaaaand this is Lemonade signing off. 

Fire alarm

I just wanted to go on record as saying: That was not me who pulled the fire alarm this morning! I know everyone automatically blames me and that's completely understandable (I have built somewhat of a reputation for myself). But I have an alibi! I was in Mr. Q's office will Gill, talking about how horrible I am--Ironic, I know.

Oh, and Guidance counselors do not suck. They're here to help. Whatev.

Point blank: That wasn't me; ask Mr. Q, and get off my back.

Dom/Artichoke out

Bloggingggg....

So I'm sitting at a friends house right now, Gill is ragging on me about "Your turn to post on the blog!" and I'm just thinking about tossing her phone in the toilet. I don't even want to work on this stupid blog. Even less with my evil twin sister. And, to top it all off, I have to do dishes for a week, or Gill's gonna take my lizard back to the portal. (Yeah, we have a portal. It's in my closet. About once a week it spits out something from another dimension. No biggy.)

Dishes suck.

Homework sucks.

Stupid bald "guidance counselors" with their overly groomed goatees and pristine, wrinkle free shirts suck. (Yes, Mr. Q. I'm talking about you. What are you gonna do about it? Give me detention? I've already got it every Saturday until Christmas break.)

Life sucks.

(But, my new book on origami came in today! Shut up, Gill! It relaxes me. )

The awesome part of the Blog's name: Artichoke -- over and out.

Gillian. Gill. Lee. Anne.

Okay. I don’t know how many stupid thumping times in my life I’m going to have to correct people. Walking through the hall at school. The check-out line. Church. Everywhere, I have to correct people on my name.
Let me give you an example.   
  “Hi there! I’m Gillian.”     
“It’s so nice to meet you! And that’s...Jillian?”     
“No, no. Gillian.”
             “Gillan?”

            “Gill. Lee. Anne.”
           “Gillian?”     
            “Why don’t you just call me Gill? Everyone else does.”
           *Fake warm smiles from unnamed person.*
    Seriously, people. It is not that hard. Gill. Lee. Anne. I think I would even take it in three syllables like that - three names, like that, really - if you would just get it right. And if you are going to read this blog, well....thanks. You can call me Gill. Everyone else does.
 

This is Lemonade signing off.
Gill.