A food fight. On a school bus. I swear to God, everyone had food except me, and food was flying everywhere, and people were screaming like lunatics... To this day, I don't remember what triggered it. I ended up getting hit in the face with a taco and ended up getting home with sauce in my hair. Not pleasant in the least.

Well, whaddya know? Twisted's back. And with a new, shiny Opinion!

No, that is not a car. Though I wish I had one. A van. Then I could initiate the Road Trip a lot faster. Because I really need to get away from this place before I lose what little scraps of sanity I have left.

Anyway. Opinionated!Twisted is a new project. I mean, I've always had an opinion. After all, I'm not a drone. But I've never really shared my opinions to anyone but my best friend, Nikki. And seeing as she might have less sanity than myself, I really, really need to have a bit of sane conversation.

I'm also working on a personality. I have one (at least, I think I have one), but I haven't really shown it outside of my head since...what, third grade? Hell, that was over six years ago. Almost half of my life! And there is no way I'm speaking to a shrink. It's an unwritten rule for teenagers to talk to Shrinks past sixth grade. At least, it's an unwritten rule up here. Mostly. Exceptions are when there's 'rent divorce, or a pregnancy, or perhaps when there's a death to someone you were close to. Seeing as none of those are my case, and the latter is the only thing that has even a remote possibility of happening, there is no way I'm going to head shrink. They'd probably send me to an asylum, anyhow.

See? That's me, exercising my Opinion!

I am way too happy about this. And I'm babbling. If that's posible if you're typing. I mean, people type in *silence* when no one posts for a long, long time, even though it's not real silence. Obviously. Although it's usually quite quiet when I'm on the computer.

You know, I hate it when people spell 'quiet' 'quite' very very much. It's just plain annoying. Most misspellings annoy me. I might misspell stuff sometimes, but at least I proofread before I publish anything.

Wow, Twisted is acting weird. Like Bluestreak, actually. Kinda weird, as I've only met him through random encounters on Fanfiction. Very odd. I'm not even sure if he's In Character during those instances, although he'll be talking like crazy, which is what Bluestreak means, right? You know, like "talking a blue streak"?

You know, I need to do this "talking aimlessly" thing more often. It's really quite entertaining.

~Twisted Midnight Dreams||

Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth. Dude. I have it. An ORIGINAL-freaking-HARDCOVER COPY! Dude. Okay, so I have Batman: Year One on CD-ROM, THE KILLING JOKE, and Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth. All I need now is The Dark Knight Returns and I'll have the top four out of the top twenty-five best Batman comics of all time. Yesss. ...........BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!! Okay, in other news, I'm home from school because of a massive windstorm that popped up last night. like, 1500 people in the city don't have power. We were lucky, obviously, 'cause I don't know if there are any Internet cafes around here. Anyway, I got Arkham yesterday, but didn't actually read it. Then, at two in the morning, our power went out for about thirty minutes, including everything down the street. Like the streetlights. It woke me up. Maybe now is a time to tell you, dear reader, that my neighborhood had tons of trees. And it's going on fall, so the leaves are dying. A very creepy sound, BTW. And I had the comic on the dresser next to me. Of course I grabbed it. So, I turned on the portable reading lamp attatched to my headboard. Read it, slowly and carefully, trying not to miss anything. When I was done, I just sat there for a while, freaking out. Then I turned off the light. And of course, the MASSIVE tree in the yard decides to let the wind to take off a branch. It wasn't all that big. But it kinda sounded big after it SMASHED INTO MY BEDROOM WINDOW. It didn't break, or even crack, oddly enough. But it still SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME. The moral of this story? Don't read stuff about insanity during blackouts, when you think you're going mad yourself.

On September 3rd, I will be a FRESHMAN.

I am scared crapless.

Okay, I've heard that highschool is awesome, but what about hazing? And worse, I have to be on a bus with 4-6th graders, cause I'm in a program that lets me in late. -yay- But I still don't want to be stuck with little kids for the rest of school. -grr-

 Fucking headaches. 

Okay, I don't know who they are, or what they look like, but they are: Pure. Awesome.

[Note: They may do other catagories of fics, but the said fics are why I think they rock]

Best of the Best, in no order:

Damned Lolita, Pokemon; Doing a joint fic with Abysswing

Abysswing, Pokemon; pwns all with his storylines

Qzil, Pokemon; Damned Lolita's best friend, and a good writer to boot

Bright Nova, Batman; Creator of the CATverse 

BiteMeTechie,  Batman; co-author of the CATverse

Vaeru, Transformers; The awesomest G1 AU ever

KCS, Sherlock Holmes; PWNS ALL IN THE MYSTERY GENRE

PGF, Sherlock Holmes; Friend of KCS, and just as good at writing.

Look them up on FanFiction. NOW. son

I think I'm sick. I'm not sure, but I might.  

Gahh, only a little while before school starts, and I feel like crap.

One, I have headaches. Bad ones. Only I refuse to take pain meds, cuz Mom has me peranoid, as she thinks I might get addicted.

Two, I feel like I'm gonna puke. Have for several days now. A constant, 'you are gonna puke' feeling that will not stop, no matter what. Still haven't due to force of will. Seriously, I have emetophobia. Better known as fear of vomiting.

Three, several temp changed that only I can feel. Its like, 80 out, and I feel like Mr.Freeze is using me for a teddy bear. Not that I would know what that feels like, of course...

Finally, I can't sleep. At all. Haven't had more than eight hours over the last week, and still haven't told Mom.