Tap tap tap

Ok Ok So I was thinking and I didn't really explain the whole bathroom/body guard situation well. I am constantly surrounded. Most of the people she hired to watch me are guys, constantly twirling thier pens around in intimidation. However, there are girls too. These are the ones that usually go with me to the locker room and what not. But I moved so quickly the other day that the boys didn't notice and walked right in. Dang that whole slipping episode. Dang it!!!!
  So I haven't seen her in awhile, although I do constantly hear the tap of her heels. At first I thought it was all in my head, but one day I "followed" the sound and found that it was a recording in the corner of the room I spend the most time in typing or thinking about typing, or escaping into David Tennant Land. But I didn't let anyone know I found it. They think they're intimidating me, but score one for me!!! Now how to use it? I'll have to think about that for awhile.
    Meanwhile, I haven't written awhile because I've been busy at school. Yes, I do have school. It would be strange to the state or whoever checks that stuff out if I didn't go to school. Of course now, it's a completely different school, where they think I'm a big wig's daughter or something-thus the bodyguards. Suprisingly, no one really asks questions. What has happened to curiosity? Did it really kill the cat, and now everyone is afraid? Anyway, it's only been a couple of weeks so I'll try to do this more often as I get more settled in. And hopefully find a friend or two "They" approve oof that can help me in the long run. Until later....Oh wait did I say help me? I meant do my homework. I really did.....tap tap ....better go.

An Attempt at Escape

It's me again. I know it's been a few days,but my escape into the land of David Tennant was quite enjoyable, and I didn't want to face up to reality. But alas, a pen motion towards one's body will eventually bring you back to reality. 

So a gang of pen spinners...what to do? I decided that waiting and watching the gang of pen spinners carefully, trying to plot my escape was my best option. I suppose escape seems easy enough to do when you are being watched by people spinning pens, but come on--those pens are sharp. Do you really want to get inked and die of pen poisoning? I don't. So I watched and I waited.


At first, I thought maybe if I just created enough air going in their direction that they would drop the pens and I could run away to call the cops, but that is easier said than done. Blowing only works on one person at a time, and they caught on quick. So  with pen jabbing motions constantly in my visual eye line, I had to try to come up with something else. Fans? Where to get enough? Running at them and taking my chances? I really don't think so. I mean would you with so many pens aimed at your being? So what to do? Distraction...on a large scale.


So I thought to myself, what would distract a large group of male pen warriors from keeping an eye on me long enough to escape? GIRLS!!!!!! So, as I am able to walk around, with them surrounding me like bodyguards, of course, I walked straight into the girls locker room one day at school. And they followed. At first, it wasn't a big deal, but then they saw the girls and their jaws, and pens dropped. Now, I'm sorry ladies. I don't like exploiting our sex, but it had to be done in the name of survival. So I ran. I ran around the girls, around the lockers and straight for the door. No one noticed, no one cared. The girls were yelling at the guys to get out of there; the guys were in shock, thinking...well frankly I don't want to know what they were thinking. "Almost there," I thought. "Five seconds to freedom." Until, of course, those dropped pens of freedom became my undoing...and I tripped!!! Right onto my captor. At least he was cute!

Attack of the Killer Blue Pen

I was literally forced at pen point to create this blog. Now, I realize that may seem over-dramatic and easy enough to get out of, but this pen wielder had some mighty fine pen point forcing skills. And if I had to be forced at pen point, at least it was a pretty blue one with silver accents.


Being that I was forced -- naturally, my flight or fight response turned to flight. Alas, the grip was too tight, and the tip way too pointy. After all, it was a medium grade ball point. I mean, who could fight back from that? A thick point pen tip, now that's a different story. But a medium grade... come on!!!!


As such, my friend has now threatened to pen me every time I see her, so I must periodically add blog posts, or else. Oh, and she's doing it in heels! So, although my brain is currently retreating to it's favorite safe spot  --  a picture of David Tennant, naturally  -- I am not sure what I will be writing about in this blog. I am sure I'll come up with something after my brain comes back from it's mini vacation. Until then.....HELP!

Note: People, videos and situations mentioned in this blog may be false or exaggerated for dramatic license.