On the Matter of Djinn...

So, here I am again, after a stunningly long hiatus, and with not a lot going on for me, besides some finals that I ought to be studying for, but having a monstrous headache, have no inclination to actually do so. Therefore, it's STORYTIME!!!
And no, I'm not going to post one of my actual, full-length stories on here (I do work on other stuffs besides fanfictions, y'know!) I'm going to begin posting my incredibly random notes from some document I created last year, and have added to more and more just recently. As you might imagine, this document is called "On the Matter of Djinn," and is a mix between actual notes that I actually took whilst reading P.B. Kerr's Children of the Lamp series, and me trying to come up with plot points for my silly silly fanfiction sillies, and me just thinking and writing it down, sort of what I'm doing with this blob.
Oh, and another thing that I'm actually looking forward to this coming semester: I'm going to take choir for an elective, rather than be stuck in gym class for another semester. :) yay me!

And so begins On the Matter of Djinn... (hey, I think that I may actually use that as an actual title sometime... For an actual story, too. I like it.)

On the Matter of Djinn

diminuendo binding- a binding placed upon a mundane or a djinn that turns them into an incredibly lifelike doll
transelementation- the forced transubstantiation of a djinn by another djinn also: transmutation
Djinn initiation- Tammuz- Tammuz’ mother, Semiramis, spent 40 days & 40 nights in desert => Tammuz is King Nimrod reborn

Whirlwind driving- “straighten up, push your heels against the wind, but not too hard, mind you. It’ll help focus your mind on what you’re trying to do...” --Buck... also, ride cross-legged

According to the BR, a djinn can’t wish for something that they don’t know
4th wish- reverses previous 3, 5th causes enantodromia
Enantodromia- whatever you wish for, get the exact opposite, i.e. wish to be richer=dirt poor OR black queen=> white king. that’s a better example
sulphurous smell= angry use of djinn power OR many djinn working @ once
reason: sulphur in a djinn’s lymph nodes: much more so than a mundane
therefore; djinn have a much worse sense of smell than a mundane
charcoal pills are water soluble & taste of barbequed stuffs and ash, I imagine. I guess djinn like that taste.

Marid transubstantiation smoke= white
Ifrit transubstantiation smoke= black

6 tribes of djinn: good: Marid, Jinn, Jann; bad: Ifrit, Ghul, & Shaitan

Yep. These are some of the actual notes notes that I actually took... still unsure why I started up, but next week we may just get to some interesting.... *Fluffs up hair to look like River Song's* Spoilers. 
Adios, amigos.
~LucySamum- djinn holiday “smoke without fire” celebrates being a djinn: what this involves, it doesn’t say.

Chem... changes :D

So remember how I said that my chem teacher wasn't half as good as my old bio teacher? Well, my first chem teacher got fired, apparently (no one told us why, though all of us students knew that it was because he had no idea what he was talking about) and so now we have a new chem teacher. The first day he came, we were all like "is he a sub? who is he? he must be a sub." so the first thing he said to us was "no, I'm not a sub, I'm your new chemistry teacher." then he proceeded to try and figure out what we'd learned. The old teacher had skipped from chapter four (nomenclature) in our textbook to chapter eighteen (oxidation-reduction reactions) naturally, none of us knew what the heck we were doing, so our new teacher told us to forget chapter eighteen until like springtime when we'd actually get to it. Now, this new chem teacher still has nothing on my old bio teacher, but he does seem to at least know what he's talking about.
So, the other day, he's talking about something- balancing equations, I think, since he was writing stuff on the dry erase board- and he finishes saying something really complicated (yes, I was paying very close attention, wasn't I?) when he asks us "Clear as mud?"
Now, "clear as mud" was something the old teacher said ALL THE TIME (and described his class pretty well, actually) so when this new teacher said it, all of us students were like O.O he has said the forbidden phrase!!!!
Eventually someone said "Mr. ---- said that all the time," and new teacher was like 'oops.'
Another old chem teacher saying was "your textbook is your bible" Now, the day he said that the first time, I'd said to the guy who sits next to me-- we're arranged alphabetically, and naturally I'm first :-D-- almost those exact words. So I was all worried for about five seconds, wondering if he'd heard me talking in class. Though it didn't really matter cause we'd been working on those questions from the end of each section in the book, and therefore were kind of talking amongst ourselves.
After class was over, and I was walking my Muslim friend to her next class-- which is in the hallway directly above my next class-- and she says to me (now, she doesn't wear a hijab, like at all, and I'm fairly certain that her family doesn't really go to Mosque at all either, so she's not very religious,) "I am totally just going to come to school wearing a hijab one day, just to say 'tell me how our textbook is the bible.'"
Yeah, loads of fun....

Two Kinds of AWESOME!

Today, (in English class,) I came up with parody lyrics to the "Bad Horse Chorus" from Dr. Horrible's Sing-along Blog so that they're about Rose Tyler from Doctor Who-- a.k.a. "Bad Wolf"
Here goes!

(Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf!)
She rides across dimensions,
Her real name is Rose,
She killed a bunch of Daleks for her two best bros!
She looked into the TARDIS, it did the same to her...
(A golden light, she's dressed in blue, (she really rates with Doctor Who))
(Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf, Blaidd Drwg!)
The evil king of Daleks
Is watching so beware,
He says that your next breath will be your last, he swears!
But Rose is now the Bad Wolf,
So nevermind all that...
(She can say who lives and dies, it's "Hold on, Doctor!" Creepy eyes.)

The end... ain't it awesome? I spent like half an hour on this!

I miss biology class...

Last year, I had a great science teacher. At the beginning of this year, I was hoping that my chemistry teacher would be half as good as my biology teacher-- but I was only disappointed.
I miss biology class... even the boring times! I came up with the idea for some of my best stories in that class... for example:
"Holly Coomes looked across the biology classroom at her best friend, Castiel Malone. At that particular moment, Cas (as Holly and practically everyone else called him) was diligently jotting down some last minute notes, as though he was actually going to need them for the next day’s final exam. Cas was, Holly reflected, one of those people who made and maintained a perfect 5.0 GPA in all of his classes without even trying. A lot of people hated him for that, and even more seemed to worship him, but only three people in the entire school seemed immune to whatever charm he was working on people. The first and foremost of these three was Holly. Holly had met Cas the first day of school, in this very biology classroom, and the two had quickly become best friends, learning that they shared opinions on so many different matters that Holly and Cas seemed to be almost one and the same. They even looked somewhat similar, both having dark hair and being slightly taller than their peers. Cas was over six feet tall, with glossy brown hair that was always carefully combed so that his bangs fell untidily into his very tan face. His eyes, a cool green that distracted many of the other girls in his and Holly’s classes, always seemed as though they were about to fall closed, and Cas would begin to sleep. Holly, by contrast, had pixie-cut coarse black hair, profuse freckles, and warm brown eyes that always seemed to hold a spark of fire in them, especially when something attracted her interest. Holly’s grades were another thing she held in difference to Cas. While Cas had a 5.0 GPA, Holly was barely managing to receive passing grades in all of her classes, no matter how hard she studied before a test. She was dreading the final exams, because she knew that there was no way on earth that she’d manage to get above a D on them."
I came up with all of that in bio... and I didn't write any of it down until several months had passed. Of course, Holly and Cas stayed stuck in my head for quite awhile... (I tried to rename Cas several times, as well, in order to not be naming him after the character in Supernatural, but nothing stuck quite like Cas, so it stayed.)
I just hope that maybe I'll learn something in chem, and have fun with my friend who's stuck with me in that class...

Xena Epira

Okey-dokey, I think I'll give you a profile of a character who I've been playing with for awhile now.
Name: Xena Demi Epira
DoB: 17 Apr. 1991
Heritage: Largely Greek, though born in Durango, CO
Appearance: Curly black hair that snakes halfway down her back, heterochromic eyes (one light blue, one brown,) pale skin, skinny and a bit underfed.
Family: Only one direct relation who isn't dead: her son, Alexei Dimitri Epira
Worked as a waitress for awhile at the Durango Diner, but no longer works there due to her son being born
Her dream is to open her own Greek/Italian/American restaurant, possibly in New York City, but she knows that this will probably remain just that: a dream.
She is a devout Greek Orthodox...
That's really all I've got on Xena that isn't a spoiler for my story...(It's a fanfiction)
The Heir of Alexander: but before you actually read it, you ought to read its prequel The Red Sun of Madrid... They're both fanfictions for Children of the Lamp, and according to my readers, both very good.
And to my sister: you were at 22 minutes into the episode...

Perry the Pencil Case!

In other news, today I also got a *Perry the platypus* pencil case for school... It's AWESOME! So here's a picture of it... nice, isn't it?

I feel loved...

Today I received an e-mail from fanfiction.net telling me that one of my readers (one who had already favourited my author account) had reviewed, followed, and favourited the story I had made on a whim, and purely for a lark! It makes me so very happy when people do things like that-- it boosts my self-esteem as a writer, and really just makes me positively giggly! So, sibunasiren10, if you're reading this, I owe you a big thank you! so... THANK YOU, SIBUNASIREN10! 
That is all I have to say, other than perhaps giving you the description I wrote about it:
"A young Nimrod Godwin sets out from his home in London to complete the traditional rite of Taranushi (see here), and goes on the journey of a lifetime. Meanwhile, his older sister, Layla Godwin, tries to cope with her new responsibilities as head of the Marid tribe.  Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that appear in P.B. Kerr's series. Please read and review- danke schön!"
If you're interested, then here's my story: One Family (Minus Two Parents) Hope you enjoy it!