Friday, 28 February 2014

Peanut-Butter Oatmeal Cookies!

Hey! Who doesn't love cookies? I sure do. I found (and modified) this low-carb peanut-butter cookie recepie, and I wanted to share it with you guys! It's super easy, I could make it by myself-and I am terrible at cooking. Here we go!
INGREDIENTS(makes 16 cookies):
*1 cup of peanut butter
*1/2 cup sugar
*1 egg
*1 teaspoon vanilla
*1/2 cup oatmeal
Mix all ingredients together, until all ingredients are incorporated.
Make a small ball of dough, and put it onto a cookie sheet or likewise. Do this with the rest of the dough. Press the balls down a little bit with the prongs of a fork, or just your (preferably clean) palm.
Bake at 350 for 12 minutes, and leave out to cool for around 5 to 7 minutes.
Enjoy your cookies!

You could most likely edit this recipe-the proportions are easy to double or halve. Maybe try mixing in a quarter cup of chocolate chips into the dough! With the proportions I listed here, each cookie is nine carbs. Only nine carbs! Wow!

Friday, 21 February 2014

Google Makes Weird Songs-Part 1

Bonjourno. How are you? I'm laughing my face off.
As many of us know, if you translate something in English to some weird foreign language and back again in Google Translator, it isn't usually the same. Alas,  what happens if you do that multiple times? You get this.

I'll Make A Man Out Of You-Mulan, by Google Translate (with help from Gwen)

If the job has to reach
To defeat the Huns.
Will and his daughter, and he sent me
And when I asked the kids?

Please send me a package , the villain never
But before putting
Lord , I want one

quiet forest
But fire .
If you have in your
You probably have .

Heart disease is edible oak , pale miserable fate
And you do not know .
But somehow

Jian - poet , not to mention that they should take
Yao: they can, which in me
Lin : I was a child in school to the gym
Mush , a circle of fear of death
He saw that hope is through Spains
Jian - Po would now be able to swim

A man [ are ]
This is essential to compete with rapid river
A man [ are ]
With a large force of typhoon
A man [ are ]
Of all the powers of fire,
The secret of the Lunar farside

It is time for our nation,
By the Huns arrived.
As we all hear me
And you can live.

They angered prepare for war
I'll take her , and go home ,
How can a man of God who

A man [ are ]
This is essential to compete with rapid river
A man [ are ]
With a large force of typhoon
A man [ are ]
Of all the powers of fire,
The secret of the Lunar farside

Individual [ All]
This is essential to compete with rapid river
With a large force of typhoon
Of all the powers of fire,
The secret of the Lunar farside
Ah - ah!

"The sercret of the lunar farside"........I'm dying.

Monday, 10 February 2014

Coexistor: Chapter Two

I will be posting the chapters as I finish them. Right now I'm working on chapter three, but here's two for ya!

Chapter Two: Life-Or-Death

Marianne was all set to go with him back to where she needed to go to save her world and his. He was a nice old man-friendly. He broke the news to her in a nice way, in a way that made her believe. But her parents? Not so much. “Marianne, step away from him.” Her father’s strong voice cuts through her little world. She almost hadn't realized that they were sitting there, the whole time. “Marianne, listen to your father.” Her mother’s perfect shiny blonde hair shakes as she shakes her head. “Honey, he’s crazy.” She whispers to her. Marianne steps back. “How could you say that?” “He’s talking about other worlds! And Dios? What are Dios?” “Could you please stop talking about me like I am not here, Mrs. Wolvyand?” Marianne’s mother turns towards the General. “Sir, I think it is time for you to go.” “For Marianne’s safety, I cannot do that.” “Marianne, go to your room. Jemma can’t stay over tonight.” “Mom, it’s my choice!” Her father stands up. “It is a choice that you don’t get to make.” “No.” Marianne feels sort of a release. All of her twelve years of existence she had never, ever told her parents no. “You heard me. No.” Her mother gapes at her. “Marianne, you don’t get to decide this!” “Yes, I do! We’re talking about the end of the world, here. I may be the only one who could save us all from dying!” Her mother’s face turns to one of stone. “And how could you possibly know that?” Marianne exhales. “It…feels right. I can’t explain it. But I’ve been getting these feelings-for a while now. I got a feeling to push Jemma back, once, before we crossed the street. Seconds after I did, a big Jeep rushed past, driving right where she was standing. It sounds crazy. But no! I’ve been getting these feelings-when something is right or wrong, not to do something, to do something.” She pauses for breath. The General’s eyes were wide. Her Saykiko is much higher than any other Renkontiĝoj I’ve ever seen before! Her scent…oh no….. He looks outside the window and, sure enough, a man was walking up the pathway. He smiles, and for a second, his disguise glitches. The General almost gags. This one was worse than anything he had ever seen. He looked exactly like he did with his disguise on-but his jaw was ripped down. There were bloodstains on his teeth, and he had a wild, hungry look in his eyes. There was only one Quam Alii with a description like this. “Lupo, help us. Marianne, get your friend from upstairs. We have to go. Do you feel anything when I say the word Hicestmortis?” Marianne wasn’t sure why, but she understood completely. She nods, and runs up the stairs. “Jemma! Jemma, come on! We have to go!” Jemma was lying down on Marianne’s bed, looking nervous. “Jemma! Come on!” “Mari? What’s wrong?” “He’ll explain on the way. Just come! It’s life-or-death here!” She grabs Jemma’s hand just as she hears the doorbell ring. The two run down the stairs, and the General extends his hand. “Take my hand!’ He yells, the door opening and a gust of hot wind coming out. The man at the door spies Marianne, and grins wickedly. He pulls a knife from his belt, and lunges forward. The last things Marianne felt were the roughness of the General’s hands, and a singing pain that ran from her hairline to her jaw.

Coexistor: Introduction & Chapter One

So I'm writing this story. When I finish it (AND I WILL THIS TIME! I WILL!) I possibly am going to try to get it published. you go.

General Fitz was not expecting what the intern was about to tell him. In fact, the General was just stacking the last of the papers that needed to be stacked when the intern rushed in. The first word that the intern uttered was “whoa”, because the General’s office was, indeed, very “whoa”. A, it was an ovalish shape. And B, one half of that ovalish shape (the long way) was floor-to-ceiling windows, facing out over the lovely view that came with being on the 101st floor. The trees’ leaves were a lovely array of pink and electric blue, and it truly was a nice evening. The second words the intern said were, “Um, sir? I have a very urgent message for you.” The General looked down at the small, scared teenager. He smiles. “What is it, my boy?” “Well, I’m really not sure why they trusted me with this. They say that it could mean the end of this world and the one next to it, Aarde.” The General knew what the boy was talking about by now, but he could tell that he had felt special, carrying such big news to him. “Go on.” “I have no idea what this means…….what it might mean for my family……I really don’t know. But, they say, that we have another Coexistor. Actually, two of them.”

Chapter One: Lupo?
“Jemmy, you KNOW I can’t go. My parents said no!” “But you HAVE to! C’mon. Convince them!” Marianne sighs. “Oh, Jem. Last time I tried to convince them of something, I got grounded for three weeks!” Marianne’s best friend, Jemma McAllister, sighs. “But…but…” Marianne pats her friend on the back. “Smile! It’s your thirteenth birthday soon! You’ll be leaving me in the dust and becoming a teenager! Be happy!” Jemma smiles and shakes her head, bangly feather-and-chain earrings jangling. “Mari, you KNOW I’ll never leave you in the dust.” “I know. C’mon, you can come to my house for dinner…..” “Okay. I’m just…so sad! Why can’t you come to my birthday party?” “I’ve told me a bagazillion times! My parents won’t let me.” Jemma pouts. “Oh, fine. But-“ Her sentence was cut off by a bus coming by. Marianne feels a tug in her gut, and looks up. In the very back of the bus, a man was sitting. A man in a navy blue suit, and a blue taxi driver’s cap. He had salt-and-pepper hair, and piercing, electric blue eyes. Marianne felt a jump when she saw him. “As I was saying, maybe we could have a sleepover tonight? To make up for you not being able to come to the party?” Marianne, with difficulty, tears her eyes from the back of the bus. “Yeah, sure. We’re not doing anything tomorrow, so it should be fine.” “Perfect!” Jemma’s turquoise-dyed hair flips in front of one of her brown eyes. “God. HOW did you get your hair like that?” Marianne smiles and rolls her eyes. “I’m on the right track baby, I was,” Jemma joins in. “BORN THAT WAY!” They erupt into a fit of giggles, and wrap their arms around each other’s shoulders, grinning.
When they get into Marianne’s house, their grins evaporate. Marianne feels that familiar tug in her gut, and, sure enough, sitting on her favorite armchair was the man from the back of the bus. He immediately stands up, makes his hand into a claw, and bows to her. “Lupo.” The one word that the mysterious man says makes Marianne’s knees feel like jelly. “Uh, hi?” She turns to Jenna. “J, head up to my room. I’ll be right there.” Jemma nods, her face one of confusion. “I have a feeling I should sit down.” Her one sentence makes the man look even more worried. “Oh Dios, it’s starting already. Yes, your feeling is correct, Marianne. Sit.” The General feels another tug in his gut, identical to what he felt when he first saw her, and once again, when she came into the house. Who was that girl she was smooshed against? Must have been one of her friends. Her file did say that she was a social butterfly. “Marianne, what you are about to hear is…..a little bit crazy.” Marianne’s curiosity starts to kill her, slowly. “The one description I can give you of yourself is unnatural. I guess the best way to explain more is through a legend. The land I come from, Aapude, believes in a line of eight…gods, I guess you could call it. We call them the Dios. In each Dio, there is an animal spirit. For Kato, it is a cat. For Toleri, a bear. And so on. Sometimes, in a very special human being, there is an animal spirit also. But the animal inside them is completely different from the human being-completely separate. They are not part of the Dios. But sometimes-once every thirteen blue moons-an animal spirit surfaces in a young human. It is not like the Apartigu, the ones who are separate from their animal. In the Renkontiĝoj, the animal and the humans’ spirits are one. These rare phenomena are direct descendants from the Dios.” The man pauses for breath. “What does this have to do with me?” Marianne asks, still confused. “You, Marianne, are a Renkontiĝoj.” “No way. I’m not that spec-“ “I know what you are going to say, and don’t believe a word of it. Marianne, you are a descendant of Lupo, the wolf Dio.” “You don’t know that!” “Yes, I do!” The man stands up. “I know because I felt a tug in my gut the minute I saw you. You felt it to, didn’t you?” Marianne gulps, quiet, and nods. “I, too, am a descendant of Lupo. Marianne, believe me! You have to.” The man was begging her. Begging her to believe. “Why do you want me to so much?” “Because it was prophesized,” It was difficult for him to say this. “That the next descendant of Lupo, was to destroy my land, and yours.”