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I wouldn’t mind Hawaii if it weren’t so far from the coast.
(blinks) Sorry... my brain is slow today. I don't see what you mean.
Guy wrote: "Hello Cheyenne!Wow, that is too hot for me.
Have fun at camp. Do you keep a journal?"
Sorry for the late reply, I got occupied somewhere else. Yes, 106 is too hot, 120 is way worse though! I used to keep a journal, but I became paranoid that someone would read it and put me in a mental hospital so.....no more journal.
Kyra wrote: “(blinks) Sorry... my brain is slow today. I don't see what you mean.”I was just firing for effect. W. C. Fields quipped, “I wouldn’t mind blizzards if it weren’t for all the snow.” Same sort of thing.
Well, pirates I'm tearing myself from goodreads. Have to finish up a few things before morning. Goodnight!
Good night Cheyenne.M, I laughed. You are being particularly funny, today. Those Haiku have been killer funny.
Be back in a week. Unless I get killed. You know.
If you get killed, the least you could do is come back as our group’s resident ghost.
If you don't read M's Haiku you reduce your chances of being killed. But then, if you do read them you might die laughing before you even reach camp.
It’s waaaaay past my bedtime. Goodnight, pirates! Don’t let Edward keep you up all night playing Dungeons and Dragons.
(jaw drop) Good night??? It's only 5 o'clo-Oh, wait. Darned time zones. Sorry.
I've just recently discovered my muse. Oh joy -_- Me: Ew, are you eating lobster? Disgusting!
Reid: *glares and stuffs his face*
Me: Oh god, there's a sort of fishy smell here now. And by the way, who the hell eats buttery, messy lobster in nice slacks and a button up shirt?
Reid: Excuse you, I happen to be a gentlemen.
Me: * snorts* More like a lady.
Reid is British by the way. He's a bit of a diva, and he thinks he always has to look 'proper.' I swear he's a woman sometimes. Lol.
Albert: It's too bad he didn't like Adolphus...Me: Albert.
Albert: Dolphin. Free Willy. *snickers*
Me: Oh man. I wish you had a mute button.
Albert: Oh come on! It would've been hilarious if I got to call him Free Willy.
Me: No..... Not really...
Albert: WELL. I thought "ladybug" was better anyways.
Me: Albert a ladybug is nothing close to a firefly.
Albert: Sure it is. They are both flying things that I can squish under my boot.
Me: ...... Why don't you go visit Reid? I'm sure he'll have a heart attack at the state of your hair.
Albert: What, does he brush his more than twice a week?
Me: I think he probably brushes his hair more than twice an hour.
Albert: Well! I'll have to teach him to be a real man then.
Me: Like you've got any experience on that?
Albert: I'm truly hurt.
Me: .....Honestly. You think you're so cool with your mullet.
Albert: *grins* Business in the--
Me: Dear Lord, are you quoting Hannah Montana?
Albert: What? *blushes* No!
Me: Funny you say that because Erica was watching it the other day. *raises eyebrow*
Reid: Oh dear lord, he only brushes his hair twice a week?!Me: Oh come off it, we can only be so perfect next to you Reid.
Reid: Shut up! I just take care of myself.
Me: Seriously? You carry around more hair care products than most women I know.
Reid: Oh whatever. But seriously, I'm going to help Albert out with his hair. *grabs a brush and various styling products*
Me: Reid! You get back here right now!
Reid: *giggles evilly and keeps running*
Albert: *hears footsteps and sees Reid running toward him with a curling iron and hairbrush* AHHH!!!!Me: *starts giggling*
Albert: Get off you savage beast! *reaches under my pillow for the dagger* Don't make me use it!
Me: *snatches dagger away from Albert* Not for you!
Albert: *pushes Reid away and runs from the room* I LIKE my hair!
Me: Oh man..... I don't know if I want to see the end of this. *hears a crash in the kitchen*
Albert: *shouts* Look! Kellan Lutz is in the front yard!
Me: *hears a muffled struggle*
Albert: *limps into room with a brush stuck in his hair* That monster!
Me: *purses lips and opens the backdoor where Reid is standing with a look of fury*
Albert: *a look of horror on his face*
Reid: Did you hear that git call me a savage beast?! And Kellan Lutz wasn't even outside! *stalks toward Albert with a malicious smile on his face*Me: Uh Chey.. hide everything sharp and/or dangerous in the general vicinity. Err, Reid.. do you want a hug? *winces at the glare he throws in my direction*
Reid: No! I'll hug you after I've killed him.
Me: Wait a minute.... did Albert just out you?
Reid: *looks around horrified before sprinting at Albert*
Albert: I'm so sorry my dear friend! There's a cloest right there and--AHH!! *ducks from the swipe of a hairbrush* Well, at least he doesn't know where the axe is!Me: I think you two need to be locked in separate rooms.
Albert: Yes, can we make that change now please?
Me: It's your own fault.
Albert: Well, if I would've claimed Scarlet Johanson was--*ducks underneath another hairbrush swipe*--in the yard it wouldn't have phased him!
Me: *tosses Albert a straightener*
Albert: Ah ha! *starts blocking hair brush attacks as if he's sparring with a sword*
Me: *pulls phone out of pocket and starts video taping*
Albert: If you put this on facebook--ARGHH!
Me: There's always youtube.
Albert: *dances away from Reid* You can barely upload a photo!
Me: You hush and focus on not getting beaten by a hairbrush, will you?
Reid: I need a drink. *walks away from Albert and grabs a bottle of whiskey*Me: Uh.. Reid, I don't think you ne-
Reid: Oh bugger off!
Me: But you were already drinking earlier today an-
Reid: Would you quit the nagging already?
Me: You can lock him up in any room you want Chey. *walks away from Reid feeling a bit upset*
Reid: Wait, come back!
Me: Why don't you go "bugger off"?! *glares back at Reid before slamming the door*
Reid: Lord help us all.. she's upset.
Albert: Uh, oh.Me: Reid, your lucky I've never told Ally where my axe is.
Albert: At least he's through about my hair. *runs a hand through his mullet and grins*
Me: *throws a hairbrush at Albert*
Albert: *dodges it* Hey Reid, why don't you bring that bottle over here?
Me: You do not need to drink.
Albert: You're such a hypocrite. I'm the adult here. *reaches for Reid's whisky bottle*
Reid: And why should I bloody share with a right git like you?Me: *calls from distance* nobody cares if you guys drink. I mean, it's not like you're already super tipsy or anything. Go ahead Reid, get drunk! Just don't expect to come in here with me!
Reid: I'd better not drink this then... *hands the bottle to Albert and looks at Cheyenne apologetically*
Me: Good Reid. *pats his head* you may come and cuddle with me now. Which now that I think of it, that is probably not a good idea.
Reid: Why not? *pouts at me*
Me: Because for two people that are supposed to be gay, there are too many sexual thoughts going on here.
Reid: Oh come off it, nothing's gonna happen.. yet.
Me: Oh okay.. wait, what?
Reid: *smiles deviously at me before disappearing into the bedroom*
Me: Uh.. Cheyenne. Help?
Albert:..Me:....
Albert:........
Me:...................
Albert: It's okay, Reid is just like Chewy and Kenneth.
Me: Okay. *relaxes*
Albert: Ally.....Reid.... You will only scar yourselves.
Me: Yes, what Albert said.
Albert: Allison might like what you look like with clothes, but without clothes she'll run away screaming.
Me: This is true. *walks into room and drags Reid out by the shirt collar* Here ya go, Albert! You can go braid each other's hair or something.
Albert: *grabs Reid by the elbow as I hand him off and takes him to another room*
Me: *ducks inside room with Ally* They'll torture each other for a while. Cheese?
Terry: So ... new people.Me: Busy, busy ...
Terry: I'm going to go say hi.
Me: How the hell am I supposed to write about cheese?! Reid: *calls out from the other room* I believe that's my job!
Me: *snorts* sure, you're gonna write about cheese for me.. the only time you think about cheese is when you're drinking wine.
Reid: So?
Me: *shakes my head and turns toward Cheyenne* As a matter of fact, I do like what I see without clothes. A bit of cuddling won't hurt anyone. Oh Reeeeeeeeid, come to bed and help me think of a fantastic poem about cheese.
Reid: Okay, but I'll need some wine for inspiration.
Me: *facepalms*
Me: Oh man....Albert: *to Reid* You share with me, and I'll tell you where the stock is hidden.
Me: You stay out of that cabinet! You and Reid won't have any time to write a poem for the contest anyway.
Albert: Wait, I've got to go to camp with you? *grimaces*
Me: Of course you do!
Albert: If that red-headed little snot is in our cabin again . . .
Me: Well, think of it this way. You can help Reid raid her suitcase for hair products.
Albert: *glares* Oh delightful....
Terry: Oh, it's simple. Write a bit, then add a line or change some random, arbitrary thing to "cheese." It doesn't have to be about cheese so much as has to include cheese.Me: All the effort I go through to make the subject central to my stories, and you tell her that?
Terry: Yeah, but your a bit of a masochist when it comes to writing; you make it very hard on yourself for no reason.
Me: [seething] I'm going back to my transcription.
Terry: Oh, those are hilarious.
Me: Oh dear lord, I meant with clothes.. WITH CLOTHES ON!Reid: Are you calling me UGLY?!
Me: Of course not!
Reid: *stands in front of a mirror* Oh god, I'm UGLY!!
Me: *sighs loudly before leaving*
Yes Edward, sorry! We had a bit of coffee earlier.... It might be kicking in now. *smiles sheepishly* Don't worry, tomorrow when we drink a whole pot of coffee we'll be off to camp and the after affects won't make your eyes bleed :]Though, my mother might start to become irritated with me and Ally both when she has to deal with our hyperactive bouts of nonsense for the drive up to camp. Heheheheh...
Reid: Oh yay! I thought of a poem. *clears throat* Roses are read, violets are cheese, can I just have a glass of wine please?Me: Jesus Christ, that was horrible.
Reid: Well, you heard what Terry said! I can just add cheese in wherever I want.
Me: That was.. I don't even know.
Reid: *glares* so now I'm ugly AND I'm a horrid writer?!
Me: Seriously? You're such a diva sometimes Reid.
Albert: *expression of contemplation on his face* I don't think Reid is ugly.Me: Awwwwww, do you have a crush?
Albert: *walks away*
Terry: So, how are you going to make cheese the centerpiece of your story?Me: I'm busy.
Terry: Yeah, yeah, top secret transcription and all that fancy stuff. I'm more interested in cheese.
Me: I am too; I think I'll get some before turning in.
Terry: Com'on, you're not even going to give me a hint?
Me: Nope.
Terry: ... You have no idea, do you?
Me: I think Albert has a crush on you, dear.Reid: *stares blankly at me* he needs a haircut first.
Me: So you're contemplating starting something with him?
Reid: *walks out of the room*
Me: CHEYENNE. WE HAVE PLANS TO MAKE. NOW.
Albert: *walks back into room* If you're ready to behave yourself I will stay.Me: *raises eyebrows*
Albert: What? Do you want me to guard you from ghosts and demons while you sleep or not?
Me: ALBERT! You said you wouldn't tell anyone.
Albert: Oh, right. Sorry.
Me: Ugh.
Albert: Well, I bet Reid protects Ally from zombies.
Me: Well then you two can stay up tonight and talk. *waggles eyebrows*
Albert: *reaches for the bottle Reid left*
Me: Don't even think about it!
Albert: *retracts hand with a pout*
Albert: *presses ear against wall* Did i just hear something about me needing a haircut?!Me: *waves scissors*
Albert: *leaps off the bed and throws himself from the room*
Me: *laughs hysterically and shouts* Block the front door Ally!!!
Reid: *hears Albert coming toward the room and locks the door* Oh my god, did he just hear that?!Me: I guess so *grins* so are you going to tell me or what?
Reid: I'm not going to tell you a bloody thing!
Me: You have to or.. I'll tickle you! *starts stalking toward Reid*
Reid: NOOO. GO AWAY!
Me: *laughs maniacally*
Me: Albert! It's time to go to bed.Albert: *sulking back into room* Did you and Ally hide the alcohol?
Me: Maybe. *shouts* ALLY! REID!
Albert: *pulls rug over him like a blanket* If they step on me coming in I swear I'll hide the coffee.
Me: Do you have a death wish? Ally would murder you, resurrect you, and murder you again.
Albert: *snorts* I could take Ally.
Me: Shut up and go to sleep. *throws a shoe at the wall to hit the light switch*
Me: Albert thinks he could take me. *snorts*Reid: Yeah, he doesn't want to see you in the morning without coffee.
Me: Oh hush up, you're not a morning person either. It's time for bed! Come snuggle with me.. and no more poems about cheese and wine!
Reid: *glares* fine! Apparently I'm not being allowed creative freedom anymore. *yells* Oh Albert! How about we go hunt for the alcohol?
Me: Reid, no!
Reid: *runs out of the room giggling*
Albert: *jumps out from underneath the rug* Yes, Reid??Me: Dear Lord you sounded like a school girl just then.
Albert: *follows Reid from the room and slams the door behind the both of them*
Me: *stares at Ally with wide eyes* Oh man...
Me: Just leave them Cheyenne, we'll hear all about their drunken endeavors tomorrow. *hears bottles clinking* Reid, behave yourself out there!Reid: *snorts* when do I ever behave myself?
Me: Albert! Don't come crying to me when you've got to deal with a hangover in the heat tomorrow!Albert: *voice slightly muffled* Oh of course not!
Me: *hears snickering from the kitchen* *to Ally* If he's got a hangover and Nicole is in our cabin......I'm going to need some mental earplugs.
Me: Seriously though. I just know that Reid is going to be whining the whole way there tomorrow. Reid: *from the other room* I will not!
Me: *opens the door* fine, you win Reid! You guys stay up as late as you want, just don't come back in here! Have fun you two *waggles eyebrows* and remember to use protection boys! *locks the door before either of them even process what's going on*
Me: *starts laughing* Don't forget to watch out for ghosts and zombies!Albert: *from other room* Will do!
Me: I'm going to hear school-girl talk all day tomorrow. *bangs head against the dresser* Who turned that light back on?!
M: Frank had better bring her something to throw up in.Muse: I think he’s gone to look for a bucket.
Sara: Land ho!Nikara: Kyra, you'd better assemble the troops. We'll be at shore soon, and then we'd better grab Al's honeycomb quickly.
Kyra: No sign-ups to come with us?
Sara: Not yet, but once we get started, people will jump at the opportunity.
Kyra: (sigh) Right, then. Nicky, check Al's cabin.
Nikara: I did. (shows Kyra handheld monitor with video feed of Al's cabin) I bugged her room.
Sara: Where you find spare parts on this ship, I have not a clue. Are we going?
Kyra: Yeah. Nicky, watch our backs. Sara, ready an emergency escape.
Sara: How about an excuse instead?
Kyra: That'll be fine, so long as it's a good one.
Sara: Then done. Can we grab the espresso beans while we're at it?
Kyra: I don't want to anger the Cap'n TOO much. Just a little.
Nikara: Oh, come on. She's probably going to buy more the second she's off the ship.
Kyra: Fine. We'll grab the honeycomb and the beans. Any more requests?
Nikara: If there's any metallic junk in there that looks useful, grab it.
Kyra: Done. Let's go, already.
M wrote: "M: Frank had better bring her something to throw up in.Muse: I think he’s gone to look for a bucket."
LOL!!!
Nikara: ...Wait.Sara: What?
Nikara: They're still in their room.
Kyra: What?
Nikara: They were in the first place. I just thought they'd be gone by now.
Sara: Oh, so NOW you tell us!!!
Kyra: Relax. We need a diversion.
Nikara: (grinning) On it. Sara?
Sara: (cackling) This'll be good.
Kyra: What, what'd you two plan???
Nikara: A fake Buxton.
Kyra: (staring) ...That's pretty good, actually.
Sara: (smirking) Shall we?
Mouse #1: I don’t know whether you’ve noticed, Phil, but Barney ain’t looking too good since that cat barfed him up.Mouse #2: Clyde, I was just saying that to my wife last night at supper. He’s so pale, and he, well, he still stinks.
Mouse #1: He’s tried every kind of soap aboard ship. It was hell getting some of that fancy shampoo from that girl’s cabin that’s down at the end of the hall. The stuff’s so thick, it almost doesn’t need a bottle.
Mouse #2: It didn’t do anything for him, though, except make his fur stick strait out. We like to never got it all washed out.
Mouse #1: Yeah, and for a while he smelled like apricot vomit.
Mouse #2: It’s a lucky thing we managed to get out there without getting caught.
Mouse #1: Oh, you mean while were in the galley sink, trying to wash him down, and had to duck out the porthole?
Mouse #2: Clyde, I thought I was going to lose my grip out there over the waves, the ship pitching like it was. (His eyes get wide.) I was ready to meet the Great Mouse. (His whiskers twitching with curiosity.) I wonder who it was that came in?
Mouse #1: (Scowls.) One of those girls who have been stealing honeycombs from that forward cabin.
Mouse #2: The one where all the yelling goes on?
(loud screams and fighting noises break out from Al's cabin)Nikara: Any second now.
Sara: Unless they kill the Buxton double.
Nikara: They can't. He's mechanic. I found some spare parts in the wine cellar last week.
Sara: Why were there spare parts in the wine cellar?
Nikara: Who knows? All I know is, Buxton's gonna chase Frank and Al out right about...
(door flies open, three figures scramble out, look at one another, scream, and run in three different directions)
Nikara:...Now.
Kyra: Let's get the honeycomb, already.
(snort) I have amazing endurance for cold weather. It's warm weather that drives me up the wall. Even what most people consider mild has me sweating.
Needless to say, Hawaii isn't the greatest place for me, but I do enjoy the beach. A lot.