Test Results

I have good news, and I have bad news. The good news is: the subjects she wished would improve had improved. Like BM and maths. Bad news is: the subjects she'd think would only 'move' a little had moved A LOT. And it ain't going up, either. It's going way, way down Blood got upset. Poor thing.

My test went fine, except for the reversing part. Just like when I was horse riding. I was about Blood's age, and I wanted to control the spped. But either it's too fast or too slow. Then there's the brakes ( I still mean the horse riding). I pulled the reins on too high that the horse kinda' sttod on two legs and I fell. Bad times, dude. Bad times.

Blood's Bloody Birthday

Not that there's war today or anything...just playing.

Anyway, today is Blood's birthday, and she invited Charmaine to her house. They both had a lot of laughs, Blood said. Especially on the way back. Then, to Blood's horror Charmaine looked at all her baby photos. After she left I even looked at some of them albums. She was so cute, I've got to admit. Actually, everyone who once looked at those albums said she was cute, to mention it.

Her birthday went okay, too. Her choco-banana cake is mini size, so the four of 'em (I'm allergic to chocolate) already ate half of them cake. I never tasted chocolate in my whole life. I left the chocolate out on the last banana split incident too. Oh...:(

Guess what she had for a birthday present? Movie DVDs.

Test & Bufday.

It's one of Blood's friend's birthday on the last day of the test. And the day after that, her birthday! She was so NOT excited about it. Except for going to see the 2nd Transformers movie part and this best friend of hers coming to her house that day. And that she's gonna celebrate her birthday and almost everything. I didn't expect it to be THIS close to the test. At least she's better than the 27/6 friend there.

Anyway, her father introduced me a driving academy. Thingy. She said she wants me to learn how to drive a car. What for?! I don't have enough money for a pair of slippers, let alone a car! But she said she'll deal with it. She?! I heard from her mother she has only $xxxx in the bank! A four-digit number only! A car at least costs a five-digit number! How's SHE gonna do that?! She only has $xxxx! Jeez!

Blood-Duh. Buy an old, used car. Don't think it'll cost even $5000.

What do you know?! Women and machinery don't mix!

Blood-You sound like the police guy in Titanic.

Whatever. But an old, used car?! No way! I ain't gonna be seen dead in one of those! What if I'm going on a date?!

Blood-Sounds too modern for a knight from the Middle-Ages. C'mon, Michael.

*Scoffs*

Happy Father's Day A Disaster

It all happened when Blood and I just came back from breakfast outside. Then she locked herself up in her room just to play Adventure Quest World, a new online game (not single player this time) she got addicted in. Then her father called her, but she didn't come down. Then he got angry and scold and scold and ow, and mentioned a lot of nasty things (not bad words!) to Blood. It made her ow. Then her mother ow ow her. Then ow. Stop hitting me, Blood! Or I'll throw your laptop out the window! Anyway, he grounded her of no phone and PC for 6 months. Well, the PC is if one subject...I mean IF ONLY ONE subject fails...ten ten ten ten. Ten ten ten ten. Ten ten ten ow! Hey!

She says she doesn't care anyway. As long as she can still have the telly and the phone (although SIM inactive) to listen to music. And the radio. And the free books. Come to think of it, her room looks damn like a library. A mini sized one without a counter library.

Anyway, her cousins came for lunch for father's day today. Come to rhink of it, I don't think Blood has told her dad 'happy father's day' yet. She even said he deserved it. Then she stayed upstairs for the rest of the day. Then she watched movies with her cousins.

While she's away crai-ow, I had nothing to do. Her laptop's up in the room with her, and I have absolutely nothing to do. So I went for a walk in the neighborhood. Then, suddenly, that Mrs. Solomon was like 'yoo-hoo' and I was like 'ewwwww' and she was like 'awww ur so cute' and I awas like running away. Then, when I passed through a window, I saw Victoria ch...(Blood-censored in this blog). Hey. You said this is my blog.

Well, at least she has a better body than fat Mrs. Solomon.

Oh, great. Another fight with her father, Blood says. But I scratched my head. 'I didn't hear any arguing.' I said.

'When he's angry, he tries to calm down and say lots of shit nonsense to me.' Blood snorted at his stupidness. (to tell the truth, it was her who told me to post this, so I did)

She told me how annoying her parents are getting each day, but personally I think it's because she's turning into a teenager. Hey, no hitting. Anyway, Blood kept sulking of her parents. Bothering so much of her school life, keep annoying her and all. I got used to her sulking about three or four hours later. Then, she began to sulk to other friends. Sigh. Teenager scare the living shit out of me.

Okay, I got that from MCR.

3-hour sleep night

Last night? Blood did sleep...for three hours or four. She was too busy with her online game fishing in Dragon Fable. I think that's just plain dumb. Then, on the next morning, because her alarm was set for 4.40, so she woke...before that time, as usual. No matter how late she slept (unless it's after 4.40).

What about Dragon Fable? She said she got a little away with the time. She was doing with the dumb fishing thing. Now she's telling me she'd rather have joined Runescape, but when she tried to make an account the thing said her password is too simple...even though I shouldn't be saying this on the internet.

Then, Blood told me onee of her friends is actually a hacker. She kinda' panicked there for awhile, and so did I. What will happen to my MSN?! I didn't tell Blood I made my own MSN...and it's only for adding...on second thought, I better not say that.

She also complained that guys in her class are getting to be 'teenagers' because they're seeing nude pics. I snapped it's natural. Blood snapped back it's because I watch nude too. I do not! I certainly do not watch nude! I do not I do not I do not!

Blood-

I went to check on the history of the internet Dooms and I have been through. And I saw some addresses that have the word 'sexy nude ladies' and 'cheap porn'. Excuse me, it's cheap. It's still not free. You'll pay for this, Dooms.

Okay, I'll use my money. Hey, it's natural. Right?

Blood-

No. It's disgusting. End of story.

But...

THE END

Blood-y Sleepless Nights.

Blood said she had three sleepless nights in a row. Poor thing. Ow. Yeah, so what if you hit me? I'm gonna tell them you actually snore even if it's not true!

Anyway, about her nights. On her first sleepless night, she stayed up watching 'The Messenger' and forced me to watch with her. It was violent for a thirteen-year-old for me, but Blood just kept watching. Then, she stopped because if she watched finish the movie it'd be midnight. Then she said she's gonna do her homework so I went to bed myself. The next thing I know, she woke me up again just to play checkers with her. Sigh.

On the second night, after finished watching her 'Messenger' movie of Joan of Arc, she stayed up to study her bio, so I went to sleep. And what happened? She woke me up again to play some PS2 with her. The game was war, at least she knew my taste.

On her last night (I meant yesterday; who knows, she maybe can't sleep again tonight), she stayed up to do her maths homwork & study even more on bio (what's the point about bio...?)

Then, I guessed she'll lose her sleep again, so I warned her not to wake me up in the middle of the night. Then what happened?

I lose my sleep.

So I went to Blood's room, and yes, her light's on. So I played some Scrabble with her that night.

Test Torture

Blood is going to fail, she said a few minutes ago. And if she fails, there'll be no laptop for her. And it could be possible I'm not to be able to use it either. And when she means fail, she means she has to pass every subject. Then she said a lot of bad things about her parents. Said 'fish' and 'stupid' and 'idiot' and all. You get the 'fish' word.

I can't really say about her other blogs...maybe she can edit them at school maybe. But I can't go to school, so this blog could possibly be closed down, and goodbye to Blood's freedom. Ow, fine.

But she won't have that much time if she failed, as she asked me to tell you guys. Each recess is only about 30 minutes (as I heard...) and so she has about one hour. But she needs to eat sometimes, and she has windows to wipe on Tuesdays...or is it Wednesdays? Ow, okay, Weds.

Blood-

Hey, you. I need some time to revise, so all the stories will have to wait. I'll catch up after the test is over. I hope I pass. Bastard and bitch.

Banana Splits!

Today Blood taught me and let me eat a banana split. At first it's some sort of attack in a batttlefield. How silly! And I meant the name, not myself.

She came back from school and said it was stressing her out. I can tell from her sleepy look and the heavy bag that's going to tip her over anytime. Then she mentioned to me that ice cream actually makes a person happy? So we both went out for this banana split.

She put an ice cream between us on a table. I looked up.

'This is it.'

'What?'

'A banana split. Try it. It's cooling.'

'Huh? This is a split? Doesn't look like it.'

'Hey, Mike. This is the 21st century. You want a war, you can join the army now. But that's impossible with your fat there.'

'Hey, I am not f...'

'Anyway. Are you gonna try it or what? I'm starving.'

'You humans have a way with names.'

Blood showed me the bananas on each side of the boat-like food. All because of these two things you call it banana split?! What about the ice cream and whipped cream and cherries? Then she told me we can't possibly call it 'banana-slpit-with-three-ice-cream-scoops-lotsa-whipped-cream-and-cherry'.

Then I tasted the ice cream. It's chilling, and Blood warned me I'll get brain freeze if I eat too much in one time. In the end? I got a brain freeze. Ow.

How did I end up in Blood's attic?

Blood is a nice girl. Except when she shouts. And get mad. And get stressed. Oh, and when her laptop is causing problems. And when the wireless network's signal is low.

Anyway, I was supposed to be in a battlefield. I had lost memory of it, and all I remember is myself in an alley full of stinky rubbish. Then I wandered around the streets and I found Blood sweeping the front yard. We chatted for a while blah blah blah, then suddenly, her mother comes out. Ah, a beautiful woman...until she came closer. She had pimples all over her face! I wanted to scream. Then Blood cleaned the attic up a little for me to stay for...I dunno how long. Until I remember everything, I guess.

Sir Doomsday's blog, actually...

Hello, laddies. The name's Sir Doomsday. I'm...going to be a knight, so calling me Sir will be sooner or later, actually.

I'd like to thank this...noble...Sir Knight Victorious Blood...for making a blog for me. What a weird name. Why can't it be something simple like David? Oh, sorry. My apologies. You're a girl who likes Middle Ages and Older Histories. The only thing she doesn't like about history is the history class at her modern school. She said that the teachers made it sound so boring. Poor thing. Ow! Okay, okay, you're not crying over it, you're very strong about it! Satisfied?!

You see, this Sir...or Lady (ow, fine, Sir) KVB made a blog for me not because I have a strange past (for knights, that is), it's because she's boring and since I came by her house for some tea. Now I'm staying at her attic for the moment. Here's my profile Sir KVB typed for me. I'll just copy and paste.

Full Name - Michael Frederick John Vonne Doomsday

Born in - Um...York, I think. Or is it somewhere in England? Is York in England?

Date Of Birth - Uh...I forgot the year. Somewhere in August, I guess. He looked in his late twenties...and handsome. If it weren't for his fat.

Hobby - Fighting, flirting, eating, drinking, smoking, typing my laptop like it's a toy or something.

Loves - Typing posts, eating McDonald or Kentucky, always asking for Bloody Mary which is expensive, flirts with my neighbors and they all drive me nuts.

Hates - Ugly ladies like Mrs. Solomon, moments when my laptop has problems, when beautiful ladies refuse him, when someone calls him fat (it's true), and most of all...the, horrible, noisy, dirty...cats.

Hey. I don't smoke! Blood! Where on Earth did you get this info from?! Hey, those things from the ashtray are from your uncle, not me! And I don't flirt! I suck at it! And I'M NOT FAT!!! It's muscles! Not fat! Ugh! Blood, I'm gonna kill you if an lady reads this blog!

Profile continue...-he also watches those things.