Friday!!! *Makes crazed monkey noises*

Yaaaaaaay!!!!


"Going down down to The Forbidden Zone,
You might fall into The Forbidden Zone!!!
*jumps up and down and whoops*
Going down down down driving me insane,
Everything's different, but nothing's really changed!!"
*weird keyboard thing*
*Jumps up and down some more*

Sing it, Danny!!!

(Yes, I am a freak...A freak who sings ancient Danny Elfman show tunes...and KNOWS ALL THE WORDS!!! *jump bounce jump bounce bounce*) Heehee...I uhhh, slept really well last night, can you tell?

Intro....*finally*

CAPTAIN'S LOG

I should start right out saying I am not a captain. I haven't replaced whoever was the previous owner of this ship. It's a derelict at the moment, covered in sand and grit, eroded and torn away in places. Right now sailing is the last thing this ship is capable of.

Besides the fact that it's land-locked, shoved up next to a small rock outcropping that cuts away most of the wind. I ran to it hoping for a ledge or a cave, something to keep the wind away...and found the ship. I don't know it's name. Anything identifying it seems to be covered with sand or scorched. I'm in the captain's quarters below decks, writing in this log and listening to the wind screaming away outside. There's food down here, and water in barrels. I can stay down here for days if that's how long the storm takes to exhaust itself, and then I can figure out what the hell to do next.

I don't remember how I got here. I remember snow, swirling and blowing, freezing cold, and I remember this being normal...some acceptable hazard of being outside. And then the next thing I remember is heat. It was still a blast of dominating wind, but the snow didn't freeze me anymore but stuck to my clothes and blasted my eyes. Sand. Sand all around me, and I couldn't see anything but the shadows of rock ahead. And what turned out to be the ship.

I'm exhausted. I spent a while exploring below decks. There are corpses on the deck above me. That's not entirely accurate. They're skeletons, still wearing the rags of what used to be clothes. I tried to move one in the storm but it wouldn't budge...or I was too weak. I tried to relax a little with the books in the captain's quarters, but the books here are very strange, and almost illegible.. I found the log next to the bed. Three quarters full, difficult to read but with blank pages in the back. I'm glad I had some pens in my backpack, which I still have with me.

I'm going to try to sleep. What happened here? Why am I here?

*shiver shiver*

Wow, it's actually *cold* in my work area. It is NEVER cold back here, the equipment makes for subtropical heat in the mornings...

*flexes cold fingers*

It's supposed to be below zero this weekend...We finally got the really cold weather. too bad it's uhhh...March...*Grump grump*

My dream house!!!

Of course I'd have to have a dilapidated abandoned carnival set behind it and many, many a mouldering plinth near the ancient graveyard...

Click Me to see the biggest, baddest, Gothest house on your block, bebeh!!!

*swoons to the floor with a graceful swoop of black velvet*

House poll...

Now that I'm thinking about houses and such, I thought a new poll would be good...

[Poll #21293]

*Blush*

The lady Kisanth wrote a story...with Cyn and Joei and...me!!!!

You can read it Here...and it looks like it could be one of those serial stories we all jump up and down for!!!! *grin*

*quiet happy grin*

Time to go home and make a nice FlederNest, and read me a lot of Hectic Planet, cosy and warm...

Awwwwwyeah....