Sorry to Bother You

Uh. This is Ember's twin sparktressling (...sister is what you call it, I think).

Just wanted to let you know that some things happened and now Firefly is hurt, too. If you really want to know more you can go to Ember's main blog (www.furieritekachina.blogspot.com).

Thanks for your thoughts and stuff,
~Flare

Announcement

This is Firefly, Ember's older sparktressling (older sister). I'm posting on her behalf because she is in too much pain to post herself at the moment.

She wanted me to tell you that the Fire Lord had her flogged with fire ropes but that she's still alive. Coal did not tell the Fire Lord that Ember overheard anything, he just reported seeing her disobeying the Fire Lord's orders. If Coal had told the whole story, Ember would have been killed for sure.

Thanks.

In the Face of Possible Death...

I'm terrified out of my mind.

This is going to be a very short rant, but still rant-ish, I believe...

I may be about to die. I recently defied direct orders from the Fire Lord and accidentally (well, sort of) spied on the spies. When Coal tells the Fire Lord, I don't know what he'll do to me...

Sick, sick, and sick.

So, I'm still sick. With some kind of flu thing that makes my asthma flare up. I was coughing up blood, but that finally stopped. And this has made me miss:
IMEA auditions
Turning missing work in for Health
BSB practice
The departure of my dad to D.C.
And a gazillion more things.
It also means I will have to liberally sanitize this keyboard when I'm done. So, that's a pretty short rant.

General Rant

(This is just a general rant. A rant about everything that's bothering me [almost]. If it's not really "ranting" enough PLEASE tell me and I'll try to be more ranting next time.)

I.

Miss.

Coal.

Blazings.

(He's a spy and he's been deported to another town called Brightwood to spy for a while.)

Is it too much to expect him to send a letter to the poor kachinas stuck in the Palace with nothing to do except dance for the Fire Lord who is always ungrateful and in a bad mood?

*looks horrified*

Did I just say that?

The Fire Lord isn't really ungrateful or in a bad mood, he's just under tremendous pressures lately. I'm guessing. No one will tell the poor ignorant kachinas anything. We're just here to dance and look good and keep quiet and out of the way.

*looks horrified again*

Not that I don't love being a kachina. I really, truly, honestly do. Dancing is the most wonderful thing in the world. It fills me with adrenaline, joy and helps me think deeper thoughts. Moving with the music is like feeling my heart beat. The feeling when I preform a difficult move is like no other. I love being a kachina. I do. I DO.

I just don't like dancing for the Fire Lord.

No, I do. I love the Fire Lord. I guess. I don't know. He just hasn't been very lovable lately. Maybe I would understand if someone would tell us things, but no one tells us anything around here. I hate being uninformed. At least Coal would tell us the general idea of what was going on.I miss him so much. So much. It's the first thing I realize when I wake up in the morning, the last thing I think about at night. We haven't seen him since the middle of August. That's three weeks! You can't possibly understand how awful it is without him. It's terrible.

And NO, I am NOT in love with him. I am not.

I know this post wasn't anything new, but I felt like I ought to say something.

If you read this, do you have any advice? How can I stop missing Coal so much? How can I get to accept the fact that we're just kachinas for the Fire Lord and no one tells us anything?

(I don't think I will ever accept that, actually. Never. I don't think I even want to try. We're fire fairies, too, even though we're just slave kachinas! We have just as much right to speak up as anyone! Don't we? Do we?)

Prayer to the Flying Spaghetti Monster

Flying Spaghetti Monster, Blessed be your Noodly Appendage. It would appear, in the course of human events, I have been unfortunately been placed between two idiots, and nonbelievers at that. I have only praise, not blame, for you. You must have been overseeing much more important things that only you are to know about.* As a faithful Pastafarian, and one who aspires to become one of His chosen people, the Pirate, I beseech you; Might you use your powers as the Spaghedeity to move my locker to a more convenient location. i.e. Close to my classes, far away from idiots. Whatever the outcome, I will take it to be part of your divine plan, and celebrate your most holy of holidays with no lesser joy. September 19th, talk like a pirate day. What better way to find the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

RAmen

*What happens in Pastafarian Heaven, stays in Pastafarian Heaven.

8th grade rant.

So pretty much, I have two complaints.
1. My locker number is 572. Elle's is 571. Soraya's is 574. And apparently, I share my locker space with about twenty sycophants to both of them. And strangely enough, those people aren't the type that move when you mumble an apology and ask to get to your locker. Oh, and Elle isn't yet done with groaning and shouting in my ear about how she has to have a locker next to me, because obviously I'm thrilled!
2. My bus is so fricking crowded! That pretty much speaks for itself, but it doesn't communicate how bad it is. Ok, done ranting for now.

Edit: Wow, I was looking at this page, and it turns out I can edit other people's posts because I am the admin. I wonder how that works.