Tuesday, 31 May 2011


I would like to bring all of you up to date of what is happening.
1st, though. I want to say WOW! I can not believe how all of you have stepped up to help me. After my mom made me write that one discouraging statement to all of you, I felt that maybe some would be annoyed and maybe disappointed but would let it go and move on.
I was amazed at all of you. To me you seemed like knights on white horses charging to battle.
I felt both proud to be your friend and also a bit intimidated. All this fuss for me????? LOL
You all are so epically awesome!
SO a little background on my parents. What happened to me here on the blogs with my mom is nothing new. In the past when I have brought friends over she has been very gracious to them but has treated me like I'm a dirty rotten scoundrel. It has made my friends very uncomfortable and not surprisingly, they don't like coming over to my house anymore.
I just go over to theirs now.
But for what ever reason, my parents have chosen to see me in a negative way. It was just out of the blue that she made me write that  statement. I think she has been overstressed with things and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
So what I came up with once I saw all your support coming in,was to speak to my pastor first. I knew I needed leverage and he is not only an adult, but one they like and respect as well.
I met with him just after school and told him everyting.I shared with him all that you all had written.
I think he liked the fact that I was communicating with people from all over in a fun way. I was lectured a bit about safty and all that. (It must be wired into adults to lecture or something.)
I assured him that I was careful and have known most of you for almost a year.
My pastor  cannot make my parents like me of course. It's thier chioce to feel about me the way they do. But he will advocate for me with them. They are gong to meet tomorrow morning, before my dad heads out of town for a buisness trip.  (my dad goes on a lot of trips. I bet he is really a spy.)
SO I thank yuo all from the very bottom of my tiny little heart! ;)

That Latkinson Guy
And I know that many others are behind me all the way too!  I am so honored and touched to the very core of my being. All of you are so special and inspiring to me. I love and care for you all!

I have a strong feeling that I will be staying folks! :D
Who knows, maybe your opinions of me will also help my parents look at me ina different way!
Please forgive my writing in theis post if it does not make sense or anyting. I had no sleep last night as I was anxious about todays meeting. :)

Monday, 30 May 2011

I Feel Unloved...

Alright, so Blogger officially hates me. It won't let me comment on anything so...

Alex I did read the story and I loved it...Well of course it did have me in there which got you some brownie points...

Anyway...I'd like to point out that I've seen at the very least, 50 peacocks in my lifetime...Just saying...

It's also gotten very hot here. I HATE the heat...Ladies should not sweat. *Sighs* Naw, we just...uh...shine! Yes. Shining.

I'll post the relatively legitimate answers, to my legitimate quiz, and it is all very legitimate...


Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

You will never see this sort of thing happen again

Ok, so here's the deal. Me and my dad are driving back from an Appleseed on one of those little back roads that twist and turn and go all over the place. I've been on my feet since 6AM and am hot, sweaty, and covered in bug spray, so you can image I'm in a lovely mood :P

So I'm in the passenger seat with my window down and my dad is driving and we're just going along, talking about the shoot and how it went and such when all of a sudden we hear this god awful noise. It sounded like a little kid was getting murdered and for a second I thought my dad had run someone over. I look out my window trying to find what made that noise (it was LOUD) and standing in the driveway of some dude's house is peacock. An honest to god PEACOCK.

It was all puffed up and its tail feathers were all spread out like you see in books and it watched as we drove by. I grabbed the camera and dad turned the truck around so we could take some pictures.

By the time we turned around it wasn't puffed up anymore

LOL, that license plate is so funny XD

I always thought peacocks were about the size of chickens or maybe a bit bigger, but this guy was huge! He must have been eight feet from head to tail. And he screamed again as we were driving away, man that thing is LOUD! It had my ears ringing, literally.

And now to raise the question, where do you get a peacock anyways?

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Potato Walk Dreams

What's this about my dear friend Kallista?

I have so much to do this week! A field trip, an ISP, a few tests, BLARG! Speaking of which, why isn't 'blaverhaven' in the dictionary? No one but myself uses it I'm guessing. *Sigh*

If anyone cares I'm getting more back into the motion of writing again. I've found that my brother's computer chair is an excellent place to write...Poor brother...

*Rocks back on heels trying to think of something else to say*


How about a test? I won't answer the questions, I'll just ask them. If I like your answers, I'll write a one-shot story ALL about you. *No one looks excited*


1. What age do you have to be to start at Hogwarts?
2. What is my favourite colour?
3. According to some people, how much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
4. What is the meaning of the word 'supplanter'?
5. Who is Bram Stoker?
6. From which religion did I get the phrase "blessed be"?
7. What does blaverhaven mean?
8. Where exactly does Skulduggery Pleasant live?
9. What trait will get you my respect?
10. If you were stabbed by a rusty spoon, what would you say?
11. What is Canada like?
12. What is the first word that comes to mind?
13. What words can you get by unscrambling this: hgnatowrs taenurgeo.
14. Pirates, or ninjas?
15. What does it mean to be insane?
16. What are your top 5 favourite things about yourself?

17. What inspires you?

Yay! QUIZ!

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Friday, 27 May 2011

Those Who Value Kallista's Friendship

To make sure Skyril's comment is widely known I am reposting it here.



GO to your blogs and post a plea to Kallista's parents to let her come on as she did before. Tell them what you think of her and tell them how great she is. Get all the blogs in Blogland posting some such as I have said. I hope they will see it. I don't know that they will, but all we can do is hope and post our thoughts of our dear friend Kallista Pendragon!

Do it as soon as possible and let anyone that has not seen this know of this plan.

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Just Wondering

I was wondering since this became a communal thing if we shouldn't allow some of the other bloogers to post.

But it would ruin the name and it would end up like The Four Elementals (which has 5 people in it).

And people like Valkyrie would laugh at our inability to count and such.

But what do you all think?

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

The Blogger's Epic Dictionary

<<<<<<<<<Look over here :D

But once you've done looking, scroll down and read the epic Sherlock Holmes fanfic that was done by a person on Deviant Art. Jaaaaam....zombiesssss.....

Monday, 23 May 2011

The Jam Tastes a Bit Funny by ~Dalek-Pants

Skyril talking here,
Ok, folks, the following is the story [which I think y'all'll very much like :3] that I mentioned that sounded like something one of you would write. It's written by an author and artist on DeviantArt whose username is
:] The above is also a link to her profile which houses her gallery, if you want to check it out :3
Okie-dokie then, on with the story! :]

John plopped down on the couch, exhausted to the point of "I don't care where I just sat down and I'm not moving for another good three hours." After all, a day of chasing down a gang of Moriarty's men, locating a missing toothpick engraved with a secret military code, and asking various shopkeepers if they had seen a man with a toupee and a curly-Q mustache does that to a person.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!", went his phone, which happened to be conveniently located on the other side of the room, beside Sherlock's skull.

John cursed everyone, internally, mind you, as he stood up to receive the probably-life-or-death-matter text message.

"Don't forget to put the milk into the refrigerator from the sink.


Slumping to the kitchen, John sighed melodramatically mid-step and continued on his long, winding journey toward the fridge. Wait- what was that? A… jar of jam? Raspberry? His favorite! Yes, yes, he should probably get on with the milk and all, but hey. Jam. John had his priorities in order, after all.

Fast-forward twenty minutes. John is sitting on the couch, buried in empty jam jars. Multiple blobs of raspberry substance covered the floor, topped with several hundred jar tops. He was viciously attacking a spoon which had previously adhered to one of the jars, therefore making it impossible for John to eat.

John could always use his hands, but come on, manners.

Wait-this jar. This particular jar. Something about it tasted not quite right. At this point, you may want to remind yourself that John was sharing a flat with a man who keeps human heads in the fridge and eyeballs in the microwave. Keep in mind, however, that John had just consumed about seventy pounds of jam, which may or may not have contained sugar.

John didn't care. Nothing mattered. Only jam.

Again, sugar.

Somewhere, halfway across London, Sherlock froze. Something was wrong, he could tell. Thinking back to recent events of importance, his mind raced, trying to remember a fact, a detail, anything, which might explain this new, unreasonable worry.

Hmm, what was it, maybe those new "herbal soothers" of Mrs. Hudson's? No, John had no use for those. Possibly the small army of poison dart frogs he had kept locked up under the floorboards? No, no, definitely not, come on, what was it!

Oh. Oh. Oh god. Oh god, no. The Jam. The Jam that he, himself, Sherlock, had injected with chemicals known for causing the man unlucky enough to have contact with it in any manner, for whatever reason, to develop a permanent love for The Jam. Not only that, but the love would multiply. And multiply, and multiply, until the victim had turned into a mindless jam zombie. The only thing the victim would want, for the rest of his life, would be jam. Nothing else, not adventure, not danger, not even unresolved sexual tension.


Grabbing his coat, Sherlock rushed out of the morgue, nearly jumped over a very startled Molly, almost bumped into her cat who for some reason was at the morgue with Molly, stole a car from one of Moriarty's men (Sherlock didn't have a car, it was always much easier to take one from Moriarty when need be, as he had spies situated everywhere, and if you doubt Sherlock's breaking-into-a-car skills by this point, well.), and was over at 221B Baker Street in less than fifteen minutes.

Banging the door open, Sherlock rushed into the room, his giant coat flapping dramatically, probably set to "Jam Zombie Movie Mode." John was sitting on the couch watching re-runs of some old reality show about an old woman who claimed that she had been her own parakeet in a past life.

"John! Are you okay? Are. Are you. Are you alright? Where's the jam! What happened Everything is starting to turn purple, isn't it!"

Sherlock looked around, noticing the jam-covered floor. Even a third grader could decuce what that meant. Holding on to the doorframe for support, he slumped down, in a sort of trance.

"There's not much time left, John. Soon, the chemicals will start acting up, and you'll become on of the jam zombies. The mindless, jam-eating dead.

John looked around, startled. He remembered the odd jar that had tasted a bit like an infusion of fruit and pasta salad, and stared, shocked, at his flatmate. This kind of thing wasn't unusual, you see, so John didn't yell, or panic, or scream. Instead, he just stood there, accepting his fate.

Ten minutes later, Sherlock snapped back into awareness, all trances of his comatose state gone. He could see "John", or the thing that had been John, sitting on the couch, staring mindlessly at his laptop.

The thing's head snapped up.

"Oh, hey, Sherlock, I don't know what happened, but for some reason, I'm just. here. Like this. Normal! Nothing's wrong, I'm fine! I honestly have no idea what's been going on, but, heh, yeah. I'm alright!"

"John...", Sherlock inquired, skeptically. "Did you feel any change at all after eating the jam? Besides the strange taste, I mean.

Seeing as how John shook his head, Sherlock's eyes widened in wonder as he realized the inevitable truth.

"John.. there is no possible way that your body could have completely ignores the chemicals. Unless, it was already used to them, and didn't have much need to alert you that their number has, in fact, expanded. You've been like this for a while, John. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but for as long as I have known you, and probably longer, you were, already, a jam zombie."

Sherlock looked positively fascinated.

"We'll start the lab testing tomorrow. And in the meantime, John, please try to eat as many jars of jam as possible, for science, as it would benefit my studies tremendously."

At that moment, the world shattered a bit from the high-pitched squeal which was emitted from John Watson's general direction.

Saturday, 21 May 2011

Interesting info

This year, July has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. This happens once every 823 years.

This year we're going to experience four unusual dates.

1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11, 11/11/11 and that's not all...

Take the last two digits of the year in which you were born - now add the age you will be this year,

The results will be 111 for everyone in whole world.

Saturday, 7 May 2011

Ashokan Farewell

Ashokan Farewell

This is a video taken from an excellent series simply called, The Civil  War.  The images and music really reflect the times of the people and their hearts and souls. I guess that's why I love the series so much. It's more then just facts and war strategies.
This video is just one very small part of the series. The name of the tune being played in the background is called, Ashokan Farewell. The music is use quite a bit throughout the series. It sweeps me to the past. Everytime I hear it, I can almost feel the air and smell the scents of that era. I can picture a different time with no cars, less buildings,  more countryside, and people dressed in long dresses and heavy overcoats.
Because of the music and narration I can see into their hearts and know without a shadow of a doubt the bittersweet ache they endured, from leaving their families, battling their own countrymen and sometimes their relatives, and facing death; all for a cause they believed in.
All wars are sad and have their stories. All wars are tragic. But there is a nobleness with in them. A heart. A soul.
So as you listen to this piece, think of the depth of love this man felt, the heaviness on his heart as he wrote this letter.  
Thank you.