Minecraft Wolves

So, on minecraft I have two wolves named Seras (female name) and Aebh. (female name). And they just had a puppy. Sooo... yeah! Anyway, his name is Lucius, and his collar is yellow. They actually had three puppies, but the first two drowned. I made a memorial for the first one, but after the second one I figured if I made a memorial for every wolf that died, I'd run out of cobblestone. I did make one for Lorcan, though. They're all out in my tree farm.
   Lucius seems intent on dying. I've saved him from drowning twice, and once from falling off a cliff. I guess that's what comes from living on a cliff. So I'm confining myself and the wolves to the house until he grows up, and has enough sense not to go jumping off high places and into water. Wolves are fun, no matter how sad it can be when they die. They're adorable, and they attack anyone who attacks you, or who you attack. Lorcan saved me from two skeletons, and killed two cows and a sheep for me! He was an awesome dog.

Minecraft (AGAIN)

Did I mention how much fun Minecraft is? Now on my server called "Svendoolia" I have that cliff-house, like I said, but I added a FARM to the bridge connecting the three rooms. I also have a level 30 enchantment on my diamond sword, (looting III and sharpness IV!) and a dog named Seras! I used to have a dog named Lorcan, but he fell from a high place... that was sad. Next I want to domesticate a wolf and name her Aebh. Wanna know a secret? I MADE UP THAT NAME. I googled it, it doesn't exist. So I got to it first. It's pronounced "Ave".

Minecraft

Okay, so Minecraft is SO FUN! I have one singelplayer world I love called "Svendoolia" (guess where I got the name?)  where I live in the side of a cliff in this sort of "bowl" around a lake, and I am now also on L's server (which is famous for being REALLY awesome and popular) and I have a semi-temporary home in an igloo next to a bunch of castles. That's not the only reason I'm posting, though; I also want to share with you a dream I had and promptly wrote down. Enjoy.
(Small details are changed, but nothing huge; just that in the dream I didn't actually know who the girl was. She was just a girl.)

The Dream.

I was a young girl of about ten years old, living in a quaint little village surrounded by forest. I had quite the crush on the young boy who lived next to me, but I couldn’t talk to him because the baker’s daughter, a girl of about my age, was also smitten with him and wouldn’t let anyone near him. Sad and dejected, I decided there was nothing to do but run away.

               

                In the middle of the night I crept out of my house and started walking in no particular direction. Trudging through piles of dead fall foliage and hopping over rocks and logs, I wondered whether anyone was searching for me yet, and if my mother would miss me when I was gone. I didn’t get very far, though. For when I reached the short slope that separated the village from the forest, that’s when I saw it. A body, or rather two bodies, a man and his horse, the reins still in his hands. They were both decaying and covered in flies. The horse was a handsome white, and the man dressed for a journey in rugged clothes and leather shoulder-plates. I looked up and saw a figure in a black, hooded cloak, holding a scythe in his bony hands. He looked straight at me. Or, I think he did; he didn’t have much in the way of facial features, just a black void. He lifted a finger to where his mouth ought to be in a shushing motion, and then he left. I’m not sure if he walked away or just disappeared, he was just… gone. I stood in silence for a moment. And then I screamed.

                “Everyone!” I yelled at the top of my voice, trying to gather the villagers. “Everyone, there’s a body over here!” That got everyone out of their beds.

                By dawn, almost the entire village was swarming around the site. Some people were there to figure out things about the body, like how he died and who he was, and some were just curious. Mothers hid their children’s eyes as they themselves looked on unflinching. The small, three-person law enforcement team that the village prided itself on was walking about the site, taking notes and asking questions. I overheard them talking about the body. Apparently it was a man from the village who nobody liked, but no one knew what he was doing when he died. And nobody knew how he died, either. He was just… dead. And that’s when it happened.

                Curiosity got the better of me and I inched closer to get a better look. And the corpse moved. Everyone looked on, mouths agape as the corpse opened its mouth into a crooked smile, and its eyes moved slowly around to face me. I froze in place, too scared to do anything, as the dead man said to me;

                “Be sure to empty your soul before your journey”. And then he died for the last time.

Minecraft

Another thing to remember about Minecraft: If you find a really awesome cave with lots of coal and iron in it, and you collect all you need, don't get greedy: Go back, put it all in a chest, and come back another day. Otherwise, you are almost guaranteed to die and lose it all.

Celtic Woman, Minecraft, and Computers

Sooo, I went to a Celtic woman concert the other day. It was CRAZY awesome! There were smoke effects and light effects and everything, and they played ALL the best songs, Lisa Lambe was phenomenal, and they have the BEST DRUMMER EVER. His name is Ray Fean. He is epic.
   So that was awesome. It was worth it to wait four months!
In completely different news, a few days ago I started plating Minecraft. And unlike the first time I tried playing, when I loved it, this time it was awesome! I was so hooked, that two days later mom and dad bought me my own account and a new computer to play on. Do I have the coolest parents or what?
   Just so you know, though, it wasn't a spur-of-the moment, "Hey, let's buy a new computer for the heck of it!" kind of thing. I've needed a new one for a while now. The old one was a dinosaur; the moniter was about a foot and a half thick, no joke, and it literally took about 30 seconds to load EVERY TIME YOU CLICKED SOMETHING. So I have a new monitor, a new computer, a new keyboard, a new mouse, and even new speakers! (the old ones didn't work at all) and I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW FAST IT IS!!!!!!! What was life like before this computer?
   Anyway, Minecraft: Pretty awesome. I've been playing on peaceful so far, but I recently upgraded to easy, and I'm doing okay. I've died a few times, but hey, what're you gonna do?
   Things I've learned so far?

1. Always have a pick and a shovel in your inventory. Those are the most useful tools.
2. You can never have too much of anything, as long as you have the storage space.
3. Don't keep too much of your stuff in your inventory. Chests are your friends.
4. As soon as you make a home, make sure to sleep in a bed there that night. That way you'll respawn there when you die.
5. Whenever you make a house, built a huge structure next to it and light it up with torches and jack o' lanterns. That way you'll never lose it.
6. Love clay. Embrace it. It is one of the most readily available building materials, and you're guaranteed a boatload of it out of just one vein. Sometimes you even get multiple stacks.

Sooo... that's what I've learned in my three days of playing Minecraft. And also that Minecraft is crazy fun.

Ciao!

Combs are EEEVIIIILLL!

Sooo... first of all, today I'm going to a CELTIC WOMAN CONCERT!!! Mom got me the tickets for christmas, so we're going together at 7:00 tonight! How awesome is that?
   But what I want to talk about right now is not celtic woman. No; it is how FREAKING EVIL COMBS ARE!
   You see, today, while in the shower, I decided to wrap my hair around a comb, just for fun. Okay, it was probably more my fault than it was the comb's, but still! I tried getting it out with conditioner, but that yeilded nothing but greasy hair. Mom tried to untangle it, but it didn't work. Eventually she said there were only two options: we could break the comb, or break my hair. And I have to say, that reminded me of "Angels take Manhattan". ("So, are you going to break my wrist, or hers?")
In the end, mom got some bolt cutters and cut both my hair, and the comb. I couldn't see it while it was still wet, but now I have this cute little wispy bang on the left side. (My left, your right.) So it all worked out for the best. And I have another life lesson to add to the list:

NEVER WRAP YOUR HAIR AROUND COMBS.

Right below "always pee before bedtime".

SOSFE Website

I just got the website for the SOSFE up! Here's the address, if anyone wants to take a look at it:
http://sosfenj.blogspot.com/ 

Orthodontics

The orthodontics office just called and said that I have an appointment on thursday the 13th. Ummm....

Stuff I Say.

Hellooooooo. Today I'm going to be talking about random stuff I say. Fun, right?
  A while ago, I realized I have a certain group of words that I use over and over again. Like "Dude". Not sure when it started, but I call EVERYONE "Dude". Little kids like my cousins are "Little Dude", and sometimes I'll say the first name, then "Dude". Like "Owen Dude". One thing it works really well for is when I can't for the life of me remember the name of someone who, for all I know, saved my life the last time we met. If they actually know me, they probably won't think it's weird at all that I keep calling them "Dude". And if they question it, they probably don't know me anyway. Good system, huh?
   Another; "Oi". Pretty sure I got this one from my dad. I say "Oi" whenever someone is doing something I'd like them to stop, or if I need to get someone's attention, or if something is harder than I expected it to be, just as a general exclamation. I don't say it as often as "Dude", but I do use it a lot.
   Also, "Frak". I am the world's worst geek, because I originally didn't actually know that it came from Battlestar Galactica. I first heard it used by Douglas Fargo in "Eureka", and I thought it sounded fun. Now it's my go-to exclamation. I don't say "Heck" or "Hell" or "Crap" or "Holy Cow". Nothing really rolls off the tongue quite like "WHAT THE FRAK????" Yeah, I spell it without a "C". What're you gonna do about it?
   "Awesome". I use that one a lot. Example: "My mission in life is to be awesome.". It is, by the way. Also in the vocabulary: "Awesomeness", "Awesomesauce", "Crazy Awesome", and "AWWWWESOOOOME". It's a good word.
   Then there's the collection of longer phrases I use to confuse people. Or make them laugh, depending on the situation:
"The hippo in the backyard needs dog food."
"MARSHMALLOW SOCKS"
"HOLY FRAK IT'S AN OSTRICH IN A TUTU"
"To the bat cave!" (Never shout this when actually going somewhere: it's more confusing that way.)
"And then I went like, "WHOAAAA!" everyone went, "whaaa?"" (love that one.)
"DUM dum DUUUUM!"
"Onward, to new adventures!"
"Forward, into the abyss!"
And other various stuffs I say. (That sentence did not make sense grammatically. BUT I DON'T CARE.)
I don't know why I say this stuff exactly. I think the simplest answer would be that I like making people laugh, but the thing is, I don't know how it started. Just kidding. I do. Anyone who knows my parents will realize where I got it from. The point is, the next time you see me and I say something about pugs in bikinis popping out of cakes, now you know why. Sort of.

The End?

SOSFE

Sooo... Here's the dealio. Last week there was a meeting of the Houseplant Club at my house, (yes, I'm in a houseplant club. Or I was.) And we made some major changes. First of all, we are now the SOSFE: Society Of Sustainability, Fun, and Education. (L came up with the acronym.) We're going to branch out to nature and the enviroment and not just houseplants. Second of all, we're going to be actually meeting regularly. Which wasn't happening before. Yaay! And last but not least, we're setting up a website! Well, L is setting it up, then the rest of us (me and N) will make changes, and then we'll have a website! And we'll be all official-looking! Yaaay! I'll give you guys the link when we're done. Soo... I think that's it.

Plant on!