*sigh*

Well, let me tell you, if you want a show to get hooked on it's Doctor Who season's 2 and 3. Screw the other seasons, David Tennant is the guy I'm going for!!! He plays the character so well, energetic and smart, curious and humorous. Finishing the season 2 nearly killed me, but I think I'll brave the heartbreak of losing the Doctor's companion Rose.

And so, I'd decided to do a tiny contest (seeing as not many people comment normally, thus being a 'tiny' contest). Caption contest!!! Top one is number eins (one) the middle one is number zwei (two) and the one below is number drei (three).












Have fun!!!!

Nuked Potatoes

So weird *pokes bowl* Yet so...yummy. *om nom nom*

My dad just taught me how to make nuked potatoes. They are YUMMY and simple.

1.) Take decent potato
2.) Put on plate
3.) Stick in microwave for around 4 minutes or until you can easily poke with a fork
4.) Take out of microwave
5.) Put potato in bowl
6.) Mash potato
7.) Add butter and sour cream to heart's desire.
8.) Stare at weird combination
9.) Eat


Hehehehh. Just thought you'd guys want to learn a new yummy food. :)

~Icewolf

*heart attack*

Earlier today (really about 10 minutes ago) I discovered that our internet was down. Luckily it was easily fixed but it scared me a little.

Hence, heart attack.

So recently I've been borrowing my friend's play station and playing Kingdom Hearts 2 on it. EPIC! I screamed for Roxas, hissed for the Heartless, snarled for Sora, whimpered for Axel, and screamed again for Roxas. Ah, I love Kingdom Hearts. Such a 'heart'warming story. Really, no pun intended.

*yawn* Not much else. Later blogworld!!!

~Icewolf

*winks* Merry Christmas guys!

Inora: Just to save the blogging world a rant about how great the number '18' is, I'll just let you know Icewolf got the entire last Yu-Gi-Oh series, so she knows the ending.
Icewolf: *sniff* WHY!!!! Oh, Atem, I'll miss you!!! *wails*
Inora: And...she's very saddened by it. *pats her on the head* Um...at least it ended well, huh?
Icewolf: BUT HE LEFT!
Inora: And that's fine, just how the story was supposed to end. Please stop crying, it's Christmas.
Icewolf: A-alright....OH! That's right, here! *shoves gift into his hands*
Inora: For...me?
Icewolf: *nods, beaming happily*
Inora: W...wow....*opens*
Icewolf: I wondered what to get you so much that it made my head hurt, and then it hit me *rubs head, remembering the hitting* You like?
Inora: *holds up a sparkely rock and a scarf* It hit you?
Icewolf: Yeah, in the head. It hurt, but it'll be worth it if you like it.
Inora: What does it do?
Icewolf: transforms into anything! And the scarf I just saw and knew it was for you.
Inora: No kidding (it's a black scarf and all...)
Icewolf: So do you like it?!
Inora: Yeah! But I didn't get you anything-
Icewolf: *hugs* That's okay! You're my character, so you don't have to get me anything!
Inora: What does being your character have to do with that?
Icewolf: *laughs* Nothing, but it really doesn't matter.
Inora: Well, merry Christmas, Icewolf *hugs*
Icewolf: Merry Christmas!


So my hoard this year: The complete last series of Yu-Gi-Oh, an American Eagle sweatshirt, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Kirby's Epic Yarn (this grass feels funny ((just some random inside joke))), and with one of the Yu-Gi-Oh books I got a card called Judgement of the Pharaoh with Atem on it. I was kneeling over in laughter - a while back me and my brothers were play-acting ourselves have a card called 'Yugi' and it beats all. :D

Merry Christmas!!!

Well, I'm back!

And phew! From Michigan and back!!! I miss the snow already. While there I wrote one Inny scene, daydreamed way to often, and gained a Hogwarts scarf!!!

Not really. It looks like it should be one though! Tis striped silver and black, so I've yet to come up with a name for my House.

*sighs* It's wonderful. I love Christmas. Tomorrow is the day. The only day of the year where you get to make a mess, receive stuff you've longed for and stuff you don't really need, to have the joy of giving, and to celebrate the world's biggest holiday - the birth of Christ.

Have a lovely Christmas guys!

~Icewolf, Inora, Tamiki, Akov, and Crystal.

*sad*

Well, not entirely. I'm going to be absent on this blog for a week or so. Miss you guys and I'll be back soonish! And while I'm gone I'll try to make amends with Inora. 

~Laters, Icewolf

(No title today, cause I'm lazy like that)

Tamiki: Oooh, character convo? 

Crystal: I would assume so, seeing that she's writing our names and what we are saying. 

Inora: Don't assume. It makes an a** out of 'u' and me. 

Akov: What?

Inora: Honestly. Look at the word 'assume'. What words are in it?

Akov: Well there's a-

Icewolf: ANYWAY. I happen to be listening to Oliver. 

Crystal: The play?

Icewolf: Yes, the songs. Currently "Fine Life". I was in the play you know. I did mics. And let me tell you, the person who played Nancy was HARD to keep under control. 

Inora: That made no sense to me. 

Icewolf: *waves hand absent-mindedly* So let's go through this list I found. *takes a sheet of paper out of pocket*

Inora: L-list?

Icewolf: Yeah, why?

Inora: Did you read it *alarmed look* 

Icewolf: ...No, but I saw it was something like a list.

Inora: Gimme that!!!

Tamiki: Oooooooh, is it a poem little Inneh wrote? 

Inora: *snatches paper out of Icewolf's paws* No! 

Tamiki: *mockingly* Too bad I can't tell if you're lying or not. I can't take your word for it, so just to make sure, why don't you let me into that tiny brain of yours...

Inora: NEVER! 

Akov: So what is this paper? *assassin skills takes it out of his hand* 

Crystal: Read it out loud! 

Akov: *scans the paper, then turns red* Oh.

Icewolf: What does it say!!!

Akov: *looks at Inora, who is trying to bury himself in the nothingness in my mind* Wow. 

Tamiki: What does it say?!

Akov: *jumps out of his reach and into the air* Uh-uh. I'm not reading this out loud. 

Tamiki: Then I will! Now give it to me!!!

Akov: Fine. *lets paper float down*

Inora: *intercepts* Heck no! 

Icewolf: You can't hide anything from me!!!

Inora: You know darn well I can!

Icewolf: But not for long. I love a good story.

Inora: Well screw the story! I'm sick of this! I can't stand it here anymore. I hate being a part of your fricking stories, I hate being used, and I hate taking part of your daydreams! 

Icewolf: O////O W-what?

Inora: I'm done! I'm no longer just someone you can daydream about, I have my own feelings as well!!! 

Icewolf: *softly* I always counted your feelings into it. 

Inora: I know! That's what makes it so complicated!!!

Tamiki: Whoa, wait, is this why you and Icewolf had problems before with the whole 'borrowing personality' thing? Because you were confused and angry?

Inora: ANGRY. I'm in a rage. 

Akov: I can see that. 

Crystal: And what does the paper have to do with this. 

Akov: It's a poem. About his confusion. 

Crystal: Confusion over...

Inora: *throws a hand at Akov, and suddenly he can't speak* *darkly* You won't ever tell. Akov Shadowspark don't ever underestimate my powers. 

Icewolf: WHOA! Inora, calm down! *grabs his hand* What is the freaking matter? Why can't you tell us?

Inora: *draws away* ............

Icewolf: *imploring look* 

Inora: ...I can't say. Just let me go cool off okay? *withdraws his magic from Akov and walks away* 

Icewolf: *watches him go with a strange look on her face* 

Tamiki: Wow. That was...dramatic. 

Akov: *quaking all over, recovering from what just happened*

Crystal: What is his deal?

Icewolf: *quietly, not looking at any of them* Inora was always a different sort of character. He really did seem to have a mind of his own, and for some reason I could communicate easier with him than any of my other characters. It may seem crazy to normal people, and I'm not even sure if it happens to other authors as much as this....but it really did seem like he was like for lack of a better term, 'imaginary friend'. By definition, he didn't exist, but I still knew what he would be thinking, or what he would say. It might be because he was my first blog buddy, and that I've gotten used to his personality so well. And somehow...I don't find it weird....

Tamiki: Well I do. 

Akov: And we're not that close to you?

Icewolf: You are. Inora is just different. 

Crystal: Wow....

Icewolf: Yeah.

Tamiki: I'm not sure I can continue right now *reaches over and 

*click*

Elegance of the Hedgehog (3)

Yup. This is the third time I've read it. Every time I just feel so very happy and refreshed.

"So if there is something on the planet that is worth living for, I'd better not miss it, because once you're dead, it's too late for regrets, and if you die by mistake, that is really, really dumb."

"But if you dread tomorrow, it's because you don't know how to build the present, and when you don't know how to build the present, you tell yourself you can deal with it tomorrow, and it's a lost cause anyway because tomorrow always ends up becoming today, don't you see?"

"Madame Michel has the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside she's covered in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside she has the same simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary - and terribly elegant."

*deep sigh* Can't tell you enough how much I recommend readers this book. I can't really explain the tide of words - no, it's a tsunami of words that are within this book, and you wonder how you can get so much from black shapes on a white surface. :)

~Icewolf

:D

*EXCITED* *UBER EXCITED* *AND IF I COULD SAY "EXCITED" IN GERMAN I WOULD!*

So here's the deal- I have $100 now. I get around $100 around Christmastime and my birthday (which is extremely close to Christmas). Then I have $200. My parents promise to give me another $100 if I put it toward *dun dun dunnnn* A CAMERA! A very good, veeeery good camera. Then I have $300. I need to raise one more hundred, and then we go searching for a camera and my parents pay for what ever is left of the price (probably yet another hundred :D). So basically, within a year, I expect to gain a shnazzy camera. One that'll take great photos and everything! So, I'm excited for that. Every time I see a brilliant photo (mainly on Dakota's blog) I say to myself soon Icewolf. Soon you can take photos like that. Of course though, you'll have to train a little more...with you skills as they are now...
But, says another voice in my head, look what you can do with just a regular normal camera. Imagine an advanced one!
But what if I can't work it out because it's too advanced for my poor mind?
You'll figure it out. That's why they have manuals. 
....are you sure?
Positive. 
You can't lie to me. 
*curses* You'll get there alright?!
But what if I don't?!
YoU WiLl! 
Are you SURE?
Very. 
....are you lying to me?
I thought you said I couldn't lie to you. 
I hate you. 
Love you too. 


Oops, sorry, random convo with myself! I do have a few doubts, but that's why I hope to take a course in photography next year! And I'll drop my study hall again and take my other electives- Art, German, and Drama.

Anyhow, I'm excited! Who else is happy to see Christmas around the corner?
I am!
But it's so far away!
Oh shut up, will you?
Why?
Cause you're such a downer. 
But there always needs to be the voice of doubt. 
What did I just say?
That I'm a downer?
No, shut up. 


Gah! Can't keep having a conversation with my optimistic and pessimistic side!
*click*

Poetry

Apparently, Icewolf does have a bit of a poetic streak in her. *grins* Here's a sample!

A story

with no words.

Beauty

captured in a moment.

Reality

caught with truth.

Life

without death.

Instants

frozen forever.

Emotion

felt with little reason.

Love

shown through a Father's creation.

Gifts

presented with pride.

Pictures.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Listening quietly,

to the tears of the earth,

thinking silently,

hoping for what it's worth,

Of a reason to love,

myself the way I am,

with courage from above,

with blessing from the Lamb.

And fading like the dew,

when the sun shows its face

I find myself anew,

shedding all my disgrace. 

Dragons

I entered that story I posted a while back! I'm excited. After much revising and many heated debated with my mom over how the sentences should be, it was completed last night, and handed in this morning. My teacher however, seemed amused that I handed mine in, making me slightly mad. Here I was, working hard, and managing to hand in my story early, and he looked smugly at me. *flicks tail and beats wings in slight fury, eyes flashing*

And so, I move on to the topic that I have chosen to put up in the little title box. Dragons. Oh yes, I love them. I'm thinking of changing my profile picture again to a dragon that I just edited on Picnik.\

Isn't it pretty? I just love it. Ice...dragon. Dragon...ice.

Speaking of dragons, Dragon Update:

Gareth- He's DONE!!!! As you can see, he is quite huge. No wonder Girnio was freaked out by his arrival, but he soon forgot when he saw his new book. Anyhow, Gareth and I decided that he was the dragon of fate, chance, and games. I'm not exactly sure about his powers, but that is what he can control. His eyes were meant to be red, but the red glaze is really hard to get right and it paled to a white. Which I'm okay with, it work. This was my graded assignment in class, and my art teacher gave me a 97. I gave myself a 96. :D He's lacking a bit of glaze in a few spots, and he's not perfect, but I love him anyway.

Ginny- glazed and ready to fire.

Girnio- thrilled about his new book.


I wonder what I'm going to do when the dragons are all done. I'll miss posting about them. Maybe they'll enter the blogworld every now and then...

~Icewolf

Hair cut!

*pats hair* I only got a trim, but it feel and looks nice. So this afternoon I wrote another dragon scene.

            A look of contempt passed over Ginny’s face, and she flew to the nearest perch, a tall drawer. Girnio called after her, distraught that he had offended her. Ginny only huffed, swished her tail, and pointedly turned her back.

            Girnio was crestfallen. He was such a klutz. For a sense dragon, he seemed to be awful at words when it came to female dragons. Granted, it might just be that Ginny was intimidating and that she was the only she-dragon he knew, but still found himself tongue-tied.

            Gareth, a dragon whose specialty was unknown, however seemed to entrance Ginny. He had a rumbling, slow hurr, and no doubt his considerable size made Ginny feel safe. Gareth was slow, thoughtful, and for the most part, sleeping. He didn’t seem to care much about anything, and it was a wonder to Girnio how Ginny would take to him.

            He scuffed her ground with a night-blue paw. Insults to himself rang inside his head. Clumsy. Stupid. Inconsiderate. He was so down on himself that he didn’t see Gareth raise his head and nudge him.

            Don’t let her get you down, Gareth growled, the first words of encouragement Girnio had heard from the older dragon since he arrived. Girnio was caught off guard, and hiccupped a breath of smoke in surprise. Gareth blinked, then curled back up into his resting position.

But then I was interrupted by JKshooterman  so I had to stop. Poor Girnio. He only wants to be friends. 

Ginny: Hrph! (translation: as if!)

Icewolf: Oh give it a rest. He wasn't doing any harm.

Ginny: *growls*

Girnio: *yelps softly, hiding under a sheet of paper*

Inora: They need more backbone. 

Icewolf: *just looks at him, blushes, then looks at Akov, who is coming onto the scene* So are you ready for tomorrow?

Akov: *grin* Yeah, I'm getting my act together and everything! 

Crystal: What's tomorrow? 

Icewolf: Tomorrow, I borrow his personality for a short skit with my friends. Nothing major. 

Inora: Wait, you mean you're going to borrow again? Why not use my personality?

Icewolf: *softly* Cause you're being difficult to, as I say, 'slip into the character'. Kovvie is easier for me to deal with. 

Akov: Why do you care anyway?

Inora: *shuts up*

Crystal: Maybe he doesn't want what's happened with him and Icewolf happen to you too. 

Akov: Wait, what happened?

Icewolf: Well, when I borrowed his personality, I became so much closer in mind to him.

Akov: O.o??? Okay, so if you're closer why can't you use him in the skit then?

Icewolf: *glares at Inny* Well, as I said, he's being difficult.

Inora: *silent*

Tamiki: ....well sorry to break the dramatic moment (Inora: *thankful look*) but I wanted to ask, where's the Christmas spirit, Icewolf? No fun background or anything.

Icewolf: Every background I tried didn't work with the sense of the blog. But if I could I would put up cute little lights, so all of you imagine for a minute Christmas lights...

*ends with a fade to Christmas lights*

Holy Chicken Nuggets!

I never knew my nails grew so fast and feel bad for embellishing much on the last post. I'm already out of my band-aid and much ashamed of over-exaggeration. *sighs* But that Icewolf for you. :D So yeah, right now it's just a fun little nick in my nail.

So I revised that story entry I posted a while back, and I think a few things are more explained. So, I'll set up a page for that so that you guys can enjoy it! I'll let you guys know if I win or not. Probably not, there are plenty of better writers than me. But this is one of my greater works I think, even if not prize-worthy. :) Most prizes aren't given to the ones who deserve it anyway.

Dragon Update-

Gareth- Apparently he wasn't in the batch that was fired this weekend (which I was bummed about, I was so worried that something might have gone wrong all weekend) so he's firing this week. Still seems moody to me though.

Ginny- I've settled on a color! And she agrees with me. There wasn't a pink (which she silently is upset about, pink would've suited her), and the teal the my art teacher had slightly repulsed us both. Our eyes caught sight of a brilliant orange color and it was just her. She doesn't have an eye color, cause they're closed, but I would think they are a bright teal (I was thinking green-blue).

Girnio- Still as lovely as ever. He has a habit of curling around my mind and hurring in my ear, or alighting upon a bookcase inside my mind and blowing smoke rings as he lightly observed around him. ....Whoops! That sounded a bit more like a book than a blog post, huh? Ah well, I liked it.


He had a habit of curling around my mind and hurring in my ear, or alighting upon a bookcase inside my mind and blowing smoke rings as he lightly observed around him. It seemed as though my world was his to morph - and in every sense it was. What was nothing was his. And nothingness became something in his paws. The occasional jet of fire flared whenever he was confused, but for the most part Girnio the sense dragon was a collected and intelligent dragon. Given the chance he would open his considerably too small wings and take to the air. His kin, the dragon Gareth, who was just coming into the recesses of my mind, hurred in slight awe to how his tiny wings kept Girnio aloft. Girino frowned at him and hurred angrily back. Just because Gareth had bigger wings to help him fly didn't mean Girnio need the same amount. 


A pale and slightly translucent orange female dragon watched the two males bicker. She flicked her tail and snorted. Males, she thought, not happy unless fire is blowing. She herself wasn't one to speak though. Unusually keen to roar her might for most female dragons, Ginny had never considered herself to be typically...soft for lack of better words. Perhaps it was because she was much smaller than even Girnio that caused her to be quick to prove she was just as tough as them. She glanced at her scales, noting the day when she and her owner had picked out the color. It had been difficult to find the right color to suit her personality, but in the end, a bright orange was the best. 


And I just realized how much Ginny is like me. Maybe that's why I can already know about her personality even though I haven't even glazed her. Weird. Anyhow, later blogworld!

~Icewolf

*muttering*

Did you know you could cut your nail with a razor? Don't get me wrong, I didn't do it on purpose, but I cut a tiny chunk out of my nail! And it was just enough to bleed, hurt, and have a band-aid for the next, oh two weeks or less.

Anyhow, so I'm typing funny right now. If I have a typo that I didn't catch, you know why.

Inora: *blushing*
Icewolf: I really don't know why he's doing that lately. It's sorta odd.
Tamiki: *giggle*
Girino: Hrr-rar. *flicks tail and issues a spark*
Icewolf: *still confused*

Hm, yeah, there's not much that really is going on with me right now. I'm not sick anymore *whimper*. *thinks, sighs* Yeah, sorry for the short post, but I really don't know what else to type. So, later blogworld!
~Icewolf

*rolls eyes*

So here I am, sitting with Pookee. And I have to rant a little, but I'll do that later.

Today, I am officially sick. :D I woke up and it felt like my saliva glands hadn't worked all night. My mouth was as dry as sand, and it felt like I had swallowed sand. Inside and outside of my neck hurt (but I think the muscles were sore from gym class, but that doesn't say anything about my throat). When I stood up, my head rushed and pounded something awful. There is no way I'm going to go through school feeling like this, I told myself. My mom told me to take a shower to make sure I wasn't really sick. I did. I  wasn't feeling any better. I had a slight fever, and finally I was allowed to stay home. So I'm pretty happy! I got to rest, and despite that I ache all over the region of my head and neck, my day was smooth.

Alright rant time. As you know me, I love to rant when I'm upset by something, and they don't really have any importance to your personal lives, so it is perfectly fine for you to skip. Then why, do you ask, do I still post rants? Well, I can't really keep them in.

So, my brother, JKshooterman (I still very much dislike his chosen screen name), has taken to the obsession of making horrible amateur movies. And they all are the same thing. In the same background. With the same format. I wouldn't mind if it was one movie that he made like this. But just the sense of multiple bad movies has infected me every time he goes on. My parents had to even restrict him like me with a limited amount of time. That right there means he has issues!

I mean, what I do in my time is interacting stuff with real people. Like you guys EXIST. But what he does is totally pathetic! He sits around and edits and watches videos. Videos. They don't exactly interact with other people do they? *mutters darkly under her breath* I wouldn't even mind it if he just left them on the computer, but no...he has to go and post them on Youtube so that normal people can prey upon his amateurness.

Gar.

Alright, I've always been protective of JK. I don't like him giving himself opportunities to set himself up for being poked fun of. He can't really tell what will harm him and what won't! So I have to tell him what people will accept and what won't (he tried to mix politics into his videos, and that in itself would offend many). And he gets upset when I do. *sigh*

Anyway, rant over.

*sighs again* I'm just tired right now. G'night.
~Icewolf

Photo contest

So here are my three that I'm entering...

Under the pretty category, my small frog.

Second (cat)egory, funny:

 Some call me...the UpsidedownSuperCat!!!

And for cute, though some may not think so-

*All photos are taken by me and therefore copyright to me! Thank yous!

Harry Potter

Well, maybe I'm finally getting sick! Cause you know, I never get sick and then I can never take off of school, and then I trudge through the day feeling icky but not enough to go home, and then...ah well. But my throat hurts. I'm hydrated and everything, so YAY, I'm sick. Which I'm legitimately happy about!

Anyhow, about Harry. Well, let me tell you, sore throats aren't the only illness I've caught. I have contracted Potter Fever, and yes I did just come up with that right this moment. I have nonstop been reading HP and watching the movies and longing to see the Half-blood Prince, which I have seen but want to again. :P

Dragon Update:

Girnio- now rests upstairs in my room where he guards dust bunnies with his life! *laughs* Not really, he can come and go in my mind now that he's all done. And he's so much fun! Dragons can't really talk much, but they get their point across.

Girnio: *huffs a puff a smoke and brandishes pencil at Icewolf*
Icewolf: *laughs* Okay, okay! What is it?
Girnio: Hrrr *points to the computer screen and cocks head*
Icewolf: This is the blogworld. Welcome!
Girnio: *snorts a rings of smoke and chews on the end of his pencil*

*giggles* He reminds me of Gadzooks in The Fire Within. I love it. My own Gadzooks!

Gareth- My big, tough, and fierce dragon is now glazed! He'll be fired during the weekend, so I won't get him back until next week. He looks pretty awesome by the way, all black with red eyes and an ankh shape on his forehead. And that was hard to do! I can't yet place him, and he can't really talk to me yet. *laughs* He's just a baby despite his size! Gareth is easily from the length of the tips of my fingers to...oh about two inches past my wrist. And he's all curled up! I think if he were stretched out he would easily engulf my forearm and past. O.O Talk about huge!

Ginny- I can't see much of her. At all. I haven't glazed her yet, but I can't quite seem to think of a color. Any suggestions? What does the name 'Ginny' produce what color?

Girnio's Journal- *giggles once more* Oh yes, I do have one for him, with his own butterfly to stare at! I just glazed it today, so it'll be going in the kiln with Gareth.



Girnio: *puffs another ring of smoke (he keeps doing that!), swishes his tail, and lets out a questioning note* Hrr?
Icewolf: Yes, she will. Don't you worry, Ginny won't be mean. And I promise Gareth won't either.
Girnio: *brow furrows. He draws his wings closer* Hrr-rarrr.
Icewolf: Aw. *cradles dragon close* I know Gareth is big and intimidating but I promise with ALL my heart that I won't let him bully you.
Girnio: Hrr. *rests in Icewolf's hands*

He's worried. About Gareth being mean. And Ginny being a snob. I hope they aren't, but they do seem to have a true dragon's spark within their personalities...

Going off of dragons. I'm off to go visit other blogs! Comment and I comment back!

~Icewolf