IT BEGINS!

Heroes has started up again –runs about madly-. This is truly a great time for us all. Feel the greatness –okes and glares- Feel it!

I’m still waiting patiently for them to bring back Kristen Bell’s character, Elle Bishop. I haven’t given up hope yet! In the meantime though, Claire and Sylar are keeping me happy, so all is well. Apart from Peter…I notice his fringe is back…

That boy needs a haircut ¬.¬

School has been school – to sum it up, it’s been as average as possible. Nothing exciting ever seems to happen there, but I keep my fingers crossed. I’m surprised that I’m still keeping up with the work, seeing as I never actually do any; time will tell. The best time during school is still lunch, so that hasn’t changed at all. ^-^ Really, that half hour can be quite amusing if used correctly. Gambling, talking, gambling, singing, gambling. It’s all goooood.

I went to Poland! Ah, a good trip that was. We arrived bright and early at school for the coach, though many of us were still sleepy (I found Lucy’s arm to be an adequate pillow). Trying to find our way around the airport was…interesting. The plane ride, however, was not. I’m not scared of flying! Oooooooooooh Noooooooooo. I am merely wary. WARY…! Stop it.

I shared my room with B-aa and Becky – what fun times. ^-^ The first hotel was different than what we had expected. Let us imaging this; walking into a great big green building, irons bars on the bottom windows and tobacco stains everywhere we looked. We passed ther kitchens first, saw a cheesecake laying out on the table, only to realise five hours later that the very same cheesecake was for us to eat…and again the next morning, cut suspiciously into smaller square. O_o Enough said

Our room seemed great at first – bright, clean enough and roomy as a bonus. That’s when we delved deeper. It was not bright, for few of the lights worked. It was not clean, especially not the bathroom (the toilet roll…that was a shock) and roomy? Well, I guess I can’t actually mock that, but I’ll keep trying! Long story short, we moved to a different hotel once a story began circulating that strange men were roaming the halls for young girls to prey on –screams shrilly-. Well, okay, it wasn’t quite so dramatic, but it’s my story and my story always needs to be filled with drama. That is was. (kinda)

Auschwitz was actually the reason we went to Poland, but I was a little disappointed by it. I didn’t quite get the emotional downer that I was expecting – it seemed almost like another history lesson. Though, it was a very touristy day that we went, and our guide was all very timed out; I think perhaps if we had been given some time alone, then it would have had a more powerful effect – still, a very good experience and educational, something I shall poke others to go visit. Very interesting, because you rally get a sense of what happened. Even standing there, it’s hard to believe the vast numbers of people who feel victim in that place.

On another and totally unrelated note, I have an idea for a story! It came to me one lunchtime – we were talking about immortality, and whether you would take it if offered (along with eternal youth), when somehow the discussion led to an apocalypse, and then to us being gods. Camilla got Knowledge. Carisse got Peace and Ultimatums. Tanaka chose Nature. Roz chose Happiness. Becky chose Lust (O_o). Sarah chose Love and B-aa decided on…something. She had several ^-^.

I, of course, decided on Master of all. Then, realising this meant I was vulnerable against the others without any speciality, I deemed Becky responsible for choosing one. She gave me Punishment. While I now have to put up with suggestive comments, courtesy of ‘Lust’, every time the subject is mentioned, I am happy with the choice; if the others go against me, I shall smite them! And I can now do this, because I am Punishment. ^-^

And those who continue making remarks about me wanting too much power, going mad on power or anything similar…you will face a similar fate. That, or you’ll be given to Becky –laughs evilly-

NA: My towering fortress of Doom is NOT a representation of my psychological state, despite even more comments about that. The Laser Beam, Trap-door, Fire-moat of Death and Crumbling Mountain were merely precautions.

There is so much more important things I feel I haven’t said….but that will do. I think this journal is already bordering on over-doing it, so I’ll leave it be for now. ^-6

Byeeeeeeeeee my ever faithful minions!