The Tale of Really Serious

A few days ago I was texting my friends to see who was going to our school's dance. I wanted to text my friend Megan and there was a number in my phone called "Megan" so I just assumed that it was my friend.

 

I sent a text that said "YOU BE JAMIN TONIGHT??????"

 

They replied "who is this"

 

Just in case the person was Megan and she just didn't have my name in her phone, I replied.

"This is Thunderbird."

 

RS: "no, i'm serious who is this?"

 

By now I was sure it was not Megan so I decided to try and end the conversation there.

"Clearly you are not jamin tonight. Also, I do not know you." I hit send thinking they would reply saying something like. 'okay, wrong number?' to which I would reply yes and move on. Instead I got this.

 

"Who r u?" Persistent they were so I made a choice. If they weren't going to let it go there, I would have a little bit of fun with them.

 

ME: "THUNDER FREAKING BIRD! Who is this!"

 

RS: "Who ru"

 

ME: "That's quite the name. Who, it's nice to meet you."

 

RS: "i'm really serious"

 

ME: "Your name is Really? Sorry, I thought it was Who!"

 

At this point they stopped replying, but I wasn't quite done with them yet. In an attempt to get them back I sent this string of messages

 

ME: "Really? Are you mad at me? I'M SORRY I GOT YOUR NAME WRONG!"

 

ME: "I AM! REALLY? WHERE ARE YOU?"

 

ME: "I THOUGHT YOUR NAME WAS WHO BUT I KNOW BETTER NOW!"

 

After a few minutes I got a reply.

 

RS: "ur retarded"

 

ME: "No, I'm Thunderbird. Clearly I'm not the only one with name troubles..."

 

RS: "U r very very stupid."

 

ME: "Am I saying this in a confusing way for you? My name is Thunderbird"

 

RS: "u r very very very stupid."

 

ME: "I'm beginning to think you aren't the brightest bulb. I'm not sure how to make it any more clear, THUNDERBIRD"

 

They apparently decided to switch tactics at this point realizing insulting my intelligence was getting them nowhere.

 

RS: "Thunderbird is terrible who ever named u was retarded."

 

ME: "Perhaps. But your name is really so who are you to judge?"

 

Here comes one of the best parts...

 

RS: "who is not my name but u r a freak"

 

ME: "I know, your name is Really Serious!"

 

I imagine they facepalmed at that. Or perhaps they didn't even get why I said that. None the less Really changed topics.

 

RS: "u don't even know where i live"

 

ME: "No, you never told me Really. That would just be creepy if I did."

 

Then they asked a question that I would of said long before all of this...

 

RS: "how did u get my number?"

 

ME: "That's a really good question. I wish I knew you seem lovely." I tried to cut the conversation next text.

 

ME: "Well, with that in the oven I must be off. maybe I'll talk to you again sometime. Maybe not."

 

That would of probably worked if my stupid phone didn't accidentally call them.

 

I hung up instantly but it had still connected and registered as a missed call from me. They replied soon after.

 

RS: "why did u call freak?"

 

ME: "I have a touch screen phone, things happen. Is freak my new nickname? It has a nice ring to it..."

 

RS: "i don't know who u r" Quite a shift in gears but I was used to it by now.

 

ME: "You are right! I only told you my name, that tells you nothing about me at all. I like cats. Is that better? Do you want to know more?"

 

RS: "i don't know if u live near me or several states away..."

 

I don't know about you, but I found this quite deep for Really. The conversation continues on, but mostly it's just them trying to guess my age and then getting mad at me and then going back to asking who I am.

 

If anything new happens with Really Serious, I'll keep you posted. Look, they'll even get their own tag!

In which I somehow rant about a story for longer than intended

Claudia sat alone at her table. Par usual, no one had sat next to her. Her lunch already gone so she pulled out her history book and started to read the chapter. After the first two sentences she slammed her head into her book.  Claudia glanced up to see Trina Heatsom and her gang of adoring followers coming her way.

“Great. I have company.” Claudia said, slamming her head back into the textbook.

“Claudia, I saw you got sent to the principal’s office. That’s rough. Hey, I have a pillow in my locker if you need it next block.” She laughed and so did her followers.

“You’re hilarious.” Claudia said to the book.

“Excuse me?" Trina asked. Claudia lifted her head out of the American Revolution.

I've always liked this part of the story. Just the way I wrote it, something about it, I like it.

That by the way, is an excerpt from a short story I wrote that is currently being re-written. (I'm currently writing about seven billion stories)

Anyways, this excerpt isn't done. The sentence flow still needs altering, but the basic idea is complete. I just like it.

The story itself is about a werewolf, Claudia, struggling to fit in.

WAIT! Don't call the over-used-plotline police! I swear I'm not finished!

Claudia has, I feel, almost a different look on it.

All those other characters just want to be normal, but by the end of the story they either realize

1. Everyone is special, and so they're good.
or
2. It's cool being different.

But that's not the case. Claudia KNOWS that.

Yeah, everyone is special in their own way, yada yada, but for the most part, in the grand scheme of things not everyone is special.

Those struggling to fit in, feel good specials, always say that special is good.

But Claudia knows that's not true.

People hate different. People shy away from the odd. Punish those who question the status quo.

She will never be, in any sense, normal.

Here is a excerpt from a scene earlier than the other one.

Across the hall were some short stories from the English classes. She skimmed over a few stories. Most were corny romances or stupid action stories. One line happened to catch her eye.

“Everyone wants to be special!” Claudia snorted. Wrong. What she wouldn’t give to be normal, to be one of the anonymous masses. To have people look at her and think, ‘Oh look! It’s an average teenage girl, how boring!’ Without thinking she ripped the story off the wall.

See?

Okay maybe I'm not making sense, in my head (and by extension Claudia's) it makes sense.

And as for "It's cool being different"

I do go there a little in the story. But then Claudia is yanked back into reality.

She can't control herself.

This is no "aw man, sometimes I turn into a dog"

Claudia is a legitimate werewolf. When she turns, it takes all of her energy to even know what's happening, and a ridiculous amount of strength to stop herself.

But that's not her only issue, because as the full moon nears it starts getting harder and harder to act like she's just a girl. She's angry and tired and alone and all she really wants is to be able to walk into  room and not have to think about the fastest way to get out if some animal instinct takes over.

Yeah. So that's Moonlight.

24 Hours Earlier

HEEEEEEYYYYY YO! Not Heyo HEY-YO! Two words...


Anywho...I'm going to post the start of a story, and if you want more TELL ME and I will provide.

24 Hours Earlier

I woke up staring at the celing. My head ached. Slowly, I sat up, waiting for my vision to return. I knew that I was lying in the middle of the room. I also knew that in my right hand was a nice golf putter. It was too dark to know much more.

I know what you're thinking, why are you lying on the ground with a golf club? Well first off it ISN'T a club. It's a putter. Secondly It all started back when the world was made and a little thing called GRAVITY was born. Well that's a part of it at least.

I guess it REALLY all started 24 hours earlier...

First Impressions Are Everything*

The first line of a story can be the difference between buying it or putting it back on the shelf. Here is a list of what I think are the most awesome first lines.

10. Carol enjoyed playing practical jokes.**
9. I can't take it anymore!
8. If only I had taken out the trash the first time
7. I hit the ground. Hard.
6. How many different names could there possibly be for a mental ward!?***
5. "Did you just say Jesus set you on fire?"****
4. It's not like murder was what I originally planned, that part just sort of...happened
3. I hate radio shows
2. Funny how it's never that simple when you're standing on the edge of the cliff
1. There was no doubt about it, the bird was following me.

*I almost accidentally posted this as First Impressions Ate Everything
**This is kind of a joke but it was something that popped up in a random first line generator
***As far as my knowledge goes 36 but that's a different blog post
****My friend once thought I said this what I really said was "Jesus! He set me on fire!" I was playing a video game...

What time is it?

Summer time? Adventure time? NO! STORY TIME!

Urrrm...not time for me to tell you a story, time for me to write one...

And then tell you about it...

And...wow...





This post was quite un needed...




Then again most are...


Ok...


I'm going to stop now


yeah...

In which I pretended I was Jewish for several hours and the story of my being

Ok. I didn't really pretend I was Jewish. I just went to my friends Bat Mitzvah. Soooo...that doesn't really count at all.

In other Thunderbird related news...hang on, did I ever tell you why I am The Thunderbird? No? (Man answering my own question makes me feel like a kids program) Well then here it is:

I was at a swim dinner thingy and they were passing out the awards and I was real happy that my nick name was on it, when my mom mentions that she tells the people what name to put on the award. So I asked if she would put Thunderbird on mine next year. She said no, but I kept up on saying I was Thunderbird and now it's just stuck around with my friends and me.

So yes...I gave myself a nickname (HA! Take that whoever said you can't make up your own nickname!)

Anyways. Uh...





Well that was awkward.

Um. Well...I'll just make a seprate post for that...other...thing