It's... ALIIIIVE!

I love it when my internet works! It make my life so much happier!!!! I wish it would work all the time!!!!!

So I am writing a story. It is going to be amazing. 

This is the basic outline

There is a birthstone for each month ( but we already knew that), and a power comes from each stone. There is one person born every three years in each month who gains the ability to use the power that comes  from the stone. On the 13th year or the stroke of midnight on new years eve there was a baby born witht he ablility to use a thirteenth stone.

So I have 13 character. They are from different places in the world. They all have a power. and they are all different ages. I am missing two names. and two last niames... dang it.. poop!!! oh well.

I am supposed to be stuying for the AP test. I really would love it if I didn't have to study. But I really need to!

This stuff is kind of confusing! I dont' knwo if I like it. 

But I really want to get a good grade on my test. at least a 4.. cause I thin that is passing. It is next week!

I just realized my science final is tomorrow!!!! POOOOOOOOOOOO

I got ten dollars today. I am glad because I need money. I need to save it though. dang and I need to pay for the rest of my AP test.

the Shadow of the Day will embrase the world in gray.

The sun will set for you.

The sun will set for me.

It will actually set for all of us.

In the metaphor of the day that means we die.

I dont' really know what to write about except that I LOVE V for VENDETTA!!!!! That is an amazing movie. I got it edited and now I love it! oh my goodness. I fyou have nto seen it find a way to see it! IT IS AMAZING!

I love this poem

LONG WHILE I SOUGHT....

Edmund Spenser

Long while I sought to what I might ocmpare

Those powerfull eyes, which lighten my dark spright,

yet find I nought on earth to which I dare

Resemble the' image of thier goodly light.

Not to the sun, for they do shine by night;

Nor to the moon, for they are changed never;

Nor to the stars, for they have purer sight;

Nor to the fire, for they consume not ever;

Nor to the lightning, for they still perserver;

Nor to the diamond, for they are more tender;

nor unto crystal, for nought may them sever;

Nor unto glass, such baseness might offend her;

Then to the Maker self they likest be,

Whose light doth lighten all that here we see.

That is a sonnet. I kind of want to write one and make it totally ridiculous about the moon being cheese or something like that.