Cheri Zarvall's Blog (48)

(It's been a while since I've updated on Freddy Valler. Actually, I think it's been two months since I've last done a blog. Eh heh heh.... My bad? Anyways, here's another part of Freddy's crap life full of crap. And all that. Sorry... I'm a tired teenager and it's summer, so I get up at noon or one and my mind's not always intact.....)

   "What... huh?" Lilly's confused expression tipped me off that she had no idea about Tomas' past. Damn. I couldn't rub his giant nose in…

    We all have a story, some of them worse than others. Maybe you've lost the love of your life, a best friend, or a family member. Maybe you were sexually, physically, or emotionally abused. Maybe life just sucks ass and you're one of those people who end up on Jerry Springer, confronting your inner demons in your fifteen minutes of fame that you didn't want. Whatever. Who am I to judge on all that? I mean, my life sure as hell ain't perfect. And some times I chick out and cry, or…

I've heard everything on the radio,

the same ol' song and dance.

Ain't it about time you blow me away

with some lyrics about bad romance?

Yeah, Lady Gaga wears the meat suit,

and Michael Vampire's got the cut.

We've heard the best by Bon Jovi,

and listened to Pink belt out, "So What."

We know all the words to Fireflies,

and every Maroon Five song there is.

Ain't it about time for a new surprise?

I guess I could just…

   I don't get it. Why people are so hung up on insults, I mean. Yeah, they make you feel bad, and maybe they'll stick around for a while, but it builds character, right? I've been called ugly, fat, talentless, stupid, stuck-up, worthless, pathetic, cowardly... I could go on, but why bother? I remember, last summer, I was staring at this teenage guy pushing a stroller. I was thinking, at the time, "Wow... How much did he have to fuck up to be put in that position?" I saw him glance at me,…

  My mom called yesterday... Not Mell, whom I've repeatedly mentioned in my other blogs, but my birth mom, Gail. The one who I haven't seen in over half of my…

They say love is blind, and it's true,

And though I see the real you,

you can't seem to see me.

You've forgotten our first kiss,

and regret all the things that you miss.

Things aren't gettin' any clearer,

'cause you pull back as I get nearer.

I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror,

'cause I don't see the girl you want.

You're the one who said, "Please don't forget me,

and please don't regret me, and please say…

   Laura glanced at me desperately. "Tammy, I think--" she was cut off by a rather loud explosion, though while she cringed, I grinned. There was nothing better, or more satisfying, than blowing out the brains of mindless, flesh eating bastards. Oh, excuse me, the 'turned,' a more PC way of saying human-eating zombies.

   "C'mon, Laure! Where's your sense of adventure?" I laughed.

   "You're suicidal, Tam! Bat-shit crazy!" Laura looked slightly panicked, and I couldn't…

   Early this morning, when I was in the bathroom and trying to find my boots while stressing about my Govt. final, I heard a mewing noise, like a kitten. I stopped, but the sound didn't, and I went out to my backyard to investigate, but there was no noise. Not only that, but when I went back to the bathroom, it was silent. I frowned and walked into the hall. "Mell," I asked, puzzled. "Did you hear that, or am I just losing my sanity?"

   "You have to be sane to actually lose your…

   Lilly laughed. "Yeah, okay, whatever you say, Valler."

   "Have you ever heard the quote, 'sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit. It's not even wit at all,' Lilly?"

   She mock punched me in the arm. "You're an ass." It was obvious she didn't mean it, if her bright eyes were anything to go on.

   "I try," I answered truthfully.

   "Well, it works. Oh, my, God. There's Tomas!" Lilly squealed and I winced. That girl sure has a pair of lungs on her. Damn.

  …

   I stared at the crowd of screaming, shoving, cursing teenagers. Oh, God, this was lunch? "Lord, take me now," I muttered under my breath. It was complete and total chaos, and the lines they were supposed to stand in were more like groups. Where were the teachers? Oh, yeah, on their own lunch breaks. The security guard was standing next to a line, the burger line I think, and ignored some kid getting shoved on the ground, and the lunch lady yelling, "One at a time, you good fer…

   Elf Girl stayed silent, thoughtful, and suddenly said, "My dad's dead."

   I messed with my I-Pod, trying not to look too closely at her. If she was about to start crying, I don't know what I'd do, so I figured that as long as I couldn't see her, it wouldn't happen. "Yeah? How?"

   "He was in the war, and well, you know." She shrugged her bony shoulders as if it didn't matter.

   I did know. I may not have fought in any war you've heard of, but that doesn't mean they…

Love sucks. Balls. Saggy, wrinkly, old man balls. *Sigh* My aunt won't leave her abusive, piss-poor excuse of a husband.

But love still makes you happy. How that hell does that work?

   Elf girl glanced at my picture and raised an eyebrow with a very unladylike snort. "Really? What is he, Van Helsing?"

   "Hardly. Van Helsing wasn't a disgusting pig. Most times." Well, he wasn't until he turned into a drunk and tried to hump anything with two legs and boobs. And sometimes even without the boobs.

   "So I suppose you know him personally, right?" I grinned at her, though I think it was more like bearing teeth.

   "Of course. That's my job." Well,…

   Okay, this is, by far, one of the best series I have read. It takes place in 1802, and Mary Faber is an orphan. Her parents had died from the plague when she was eight, and she's now 12, living on the streets with Charlie Rooster's gang. But, one day, Charlie pisses off the wrong people, and ends up dead. Mary decides it's time to act; so she cuts her hair, dons pants, and gives herself the name 'Jacky.' Thinking she's a boy, a navy ship recruits her as a ship's boy, along with the snob…

Okay, so I'm having a birthday/costume party soon, and I need some ideas for the cake. We're kinda broke, so I have to draw the pictures and have the cake makers screen them or whatever. I was thinking Dracula Wolfman Frankenstien, or maybe something vampire or zombie themed. I'm going to dress up as a zombie/vampire hunter, but I don't know where to start on the cake. It'd make it so much easier if I could just give the ideas to some expensive baker, but, as I said, broke.

Can anyone…

   Sarah's brother... *Sigh*  He's like a sibling to me, but, well, I'm pretty sure his thoughts have nothing to do with sisterly love. For example, last time I was out at her house, I was on her computer, playing some online game. I think it might have been Alice is Dead. Anyway, I scooted over to the stool, and gave Sarah the big computer chair, since it was her turn. Jacob--one of her two brothers--was on the other side of me, so I was in the middle. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my knee,…

   Yeah, so in one of my last blog posts, I acted all bitchy and stuff, but, really, I was pissed off. But whatever. So... I'm at my best friend Sarah's place, hanging out with her, my bro, and her two brothers, since I'm a loser and have nothing better to do on the weekends. But they're pretty awesome, and, well, it's never boring at her place.

   Kitty's sister, for those of you who know her on here, ended up in the hospital 'cause of anorexia. You readin' this, Kits? I'm not gonna…

   I was used to being known, of course. I wasn't the best or most seasoned Hunter out there, but I was damn good for a kid. Especially for a kid. In fact, I was better than most grown men, which was something I wasn't ashamed to admit. I had worked hard to earn my nickname, The Black Death, and the stories that young trainees told about me late at night, when the trainers were no doubt asleep. I was used to the awed, or angry, whispers behind my back. But that was from men, and a few women,…