Woop?

I have a number of pokemon plush stacked on top of my bed. They're adorable, but I have noticed that more and more of them fall off onto my head at some point during the night, so I'll wake up and see two large, fabric-filled eyes staring back at me, and I'll admit it can freak me a little.

But seriously, I love these guy if for no other reason than the workout my imagination can get from them. My teddiursa is the pokemon on the right here, and he's the new one in the group. I just got him this weekend and I believe he hasn't quite learned the hierarchy of my dear plush friends (but he soon will).

At the top of this social scale that is my bed is Eevee (a little dog-like pokemon with giant ears and a fox-like tail). He considers himself the top because not only is he one of my oldest pokemon, but he's also heralded from far off lands (namely my God-sister Paige's bedroom). He's one of the smallest, but also one of the fiercest.

His second in command is my Pikachu plush (who is by far the oldest of my plush). He's a nice old pikachu, a little worn and just wants to relax, but he goes along with Eevee simply because he feels like the older pokemon need to stick together, to put up a good example for the younger pokemon.

There are all kinds of personalities that reside on my bed; Pichu has the attention span of a three year old, Tabunne has decided to take on the role of mother to the group, and Wooper (the pokemon above on the left) might have just a few screws loose, although it might be because of this that he's also the most loved.

Teddiursa is still new enough that I don't know any of his quirks yet, but trust me. They'll show up sooner or later.

How to Recognize a Writer

A.P. English Literature (and Composition, if anyone cares) today was all about suspense. Of course, since it was taught by students it had the routine quiz (multiple choice) and movie clip (Sherlock Holmes) associated with all student teachings (not student teachers, these are students from our class teaching us because our teacher is lazy). Then we had an activity. Put into three groups of about nine people each, we were to do a "roundabout" suspense story. Each student gets the paper for thirty seconds to write as much suspenseful literature as they can, then passes it on. Now, in our group of nine, I'm pretty sure I was the only person who ever writes anything that's not for school, so when that paper came to me, I decided it was about time I showed it. Signature purple pen in hand, I wrote about half of our overall total story which, out of the three stories written by our class, was by far the best (not my words, thank you Meredith). The story was about a character (written in first person, I always assumed it was a girl) who walks through an old abandoned house (why?!) and begins to feel that she's not alone because she hears growling and creaking footsteps (because the ditz entered an old house alone at midnight), not so long story short, it ended up she was being followed by "a cat", which is in quotations because that is the whole of what the last kid in our group, David, wrote in his thirty seconds. Stroke of genius, my friend. Also, now I really want to see Sherlock Holmes.

Police Cars: Why?

Ever notice how everyone on the road will automatically slow down when they see a police car? Even if people are going the speed limit, it's still such a habit to slow down because police cars are scary. They are. The worst part of this is the fact that although they're on the road to keep people safe (I assume), policemen end up often being the cause of near-accidents. I cant say how many times I've seen the cars around me have to put on their brakes just a little too fast because they didn't notice that the car in front of them was decelerating at, I dunno, about 20m/h^2 (that's physics). Maybe it's just me, but I really feel like Policemen might further their cause a little farther by driving a car that doesn't scream criminals hide now because you see me before I see you (it's a lot to scream, but those are some impressive cars). I respect policemen. It takes a lot of guts to be made fun of your whole life by the teenage community. But really, I feel like that whole "undercover" thing should catch on a bit more. Everyone goes the speed limit if cops are around. Yet, I know of very few people that will otherwise.