Friday, September 28, 2012

Pictures, lovely pictures

See the title? That's what this post is.

Although, not all the pictures are lovely... Take a look at my sister's creepy hybrid Skulduggery drawing.

My crazy 10-year-old sister, "Tanith", decided that she was going to draw Skulduggery. And the Torment. And Scapegrace. And pretty much every other character. And that is the result of it.

And who's this in the corner? Well then, it's Zathract Mist. Because when my sister was drawing this I - and my sister - was on gmail chat thing with Mist. And so he got stuck in that picture.
(Really, I wasn't lying when I said she was crazy. It must run in the family.)

And now to the REALLY awesome stuff.
You all know how I won that thing last year, right? Where Derek sent me signed books? Well, the last three came today.
When the package was on my doorstep, it looked something like this.
 Being me, I started freaking out for three reasons. 1.) I had been expecting a package from Derek and there was one on the door step. 2.) I could see the edge of a book peeking out. 3.) I was terrified that those books could be damaged.
But you know, when I saw that handwriting it was one of two options: either I had sent something to myself and written on the package or Derek had sent me something. (I blocked out my address with the sonic screwdriver. Sorry to those of you who are stalkers.)

The first thing I pulled out was a folded piece of paper. I opened it and I started laughing, because it was so amazing. I know the photo is sideways, but it says "Sadly, I will not be able to attend your party this year... In my absence, please use this self-portrait." And that's what it is. It's disappointing he won't be coming, yes, but I'm pretty sure THAT drawing makes up for it because it's so awesome.

 And it fits in perfectly on my "Wall of Stuff Master Derek Sends Me", next to my card and envelope and postcard and letter.
 Okay, at some point I figured I should PROBABLY take my brand-new SP books out. And they are amazing.

 Since Kingdom of the Wicked is newest, I thought I should look at that one first. But what was inside it? A SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT STICKER.

 Here's the signature in KOTW...
And The End of the World, with another drawing of Derek.

As well as Death Bringer. 

And just to clarify what that really says...

I have been officially classed as a lunatic by my favourite author.

Check that off the list.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

1 Year Blogversary

My one year Blogversary was on Monday, September 17, at 4:42 PM Irish time.

Even though that was a few days ago, I'm going to post now, because I didn't have time to before.

In this past year, things have gone well and things have gone bad. I'll start with bad first, because I'm more of a pessimist anyway.

Really, the only bad thing was school. School's terrible. I have a very strong disliking towards it. Actually, I hate it. I'm in middle school now, and I'll tell you this: it's the worst possible thing that can ever happen to a person. It's AWFUL. I've got practically no friends, I hate my school, and not a single person there even knew I went there last year. Yep, tons of fun.

And now for the good things.

I came on Derek's Blog and was able to post a comment for the first time, and I'd been trying for a few weeks. When I finally could come on, it was only for a few minutes, and I never would've thought that those few minutes could change my life.

I started coming on the Blog more often. Practically every day, to be honest. I even got my own laptop a few days after I joined the Blog. It did nothing to stop myself from consistently coming on. I loved it. I really did. It was perfect.
I'm going to say this now: Blogland is wonderful.

On Derek's Blog, everyone is nice. That's just how it is. It's a nice, friendly, fun place to be. To be honest, I had never had an internet account for anything before, but I had been warned countless times about how cruel the internet can be. I had been taught it was a place where everyone was mean and you couldn't trust anyone. Blogland kicked that theory through a wall.

Even when I was still new, everyone welcomed me as if I'd been there forever. It was so nice. I mean, I even got into Blog battle things, and that was FUN. I'm going to say things to some of you guys individually now...

Flame. You were the very first person I ever got into a Blog battle thing with, and I have to say it was super fun. Our introductions to each other were brilliant, and were nothing like a normal introduction. First impressions isn't usually the time for trying to kill each other, but whatever. In Blogland, it seems like that's completely normal. I remember a while back whenever we posted at the same time we kept track. That was funny. We got to, I don't know, 23 or something before we stopped. I also remember being friends, hating each other, then being friends again. I'm really glad we're friends now, because you're super awesome.

Eve, time for me to say stuff to you. Yes, YOU! Despite how much you sample my blood and scare me by mentioning a certain vampire stalker, I think you're awesome. You're random and weird, and one of the funniest people ever. The live chicken thing makes me laugh, along with the Banana Lord thing. And you know, Derek really does need to put in a scene with Ivy kicking a rock. It would be brilliant, and only a few people would actually get the reference, which makes it even funnier for us. I'm glad you're my friend and don't you ever stop coming on Derek's Blog, because I need you to be super random with me.

Nix, you're one of the STRANGEst people I've met (Ha! See? STRANGE! Yes, I know, I sound like an idiot.). I think it's awesome when you turn into Lord Vile and I'm Darquesse and then everyone else turns evil and it's pretty much war on the Blog. It's funny. You're an excellent writer and a great friend. You always seem to be in a good mood and are always ready to have a laugh. I think you're epic and hilarious. Be sure to stay awesome.

ADRA! *tackles* You, my friend, are awesome. You're a fellow Ameriminion and you share an obsessive love for Skulduggery too, which therefore makes you awesome. One of the funniest things I think we've ever done is when we called each other and started discussing how to make Derek our best friend. Get the TARDIS, crash in his yard, get Matt Smith as the Doctor and David Tennant as Skulduggery, learn an Irish accent and pretend we're Skulduggery characters who are coming to Derek. I honestly think that is a BRILLIANT idea. If only we could get in contact with all those people... Your Skulcakes are epic, by the way. Super awesome. It's really fun to text you, too. I enjoy being able to communicate with my fellow fans without having to use a computer.

Mist, did you know that you're awesome? Because you are. You're super funny and really cool. I think you're an AWESOME writer. Really. I think you're going to be a best selling author some day. You're really good at describing details, and get characters right. Unlike me. I always end up forgetting to add detail and I end up getting everyone wrong. It was fun the other day when you turned all evil and we were having our war thingy. Keep on writing, read some Skulduggery, and continue being awesome.

Lynxia, you are amazing. I check your Blog practically everyday if there's a new post, did you know that? I love reading your stories. They're BRILLIANT. I think one of my favourite stories of all time way 'One for You, Two for Me'. You should've seen when I read the chapter where Vengance tells them all how she ruined their lives. I was at my friend's house and I started spazzing out, and my friends were looking at me kind of weird... You are an amazing writer and I really think you're going to be an author too. You always seem to know how to make me smile and are almost always in a good mood. Blogland would be incomplete without you.

Derek Landy, you're getting yourself added to this list. You, sir, are amazing. Not just because I think you're the coolest person in the world, either. Quite honestly, none of this would've happened if it weren't for YOU. It's thanks to your Blog that I met anyone on there, and it's thanks to your books that I'm the person I am now (I was a nightmare before. All pink, dresses everyday, the girliest person ever... *shudders* Ew.). If you hadn't written your wonderful, wonderful books, I would probably be a snobby buttface. But no, you wrote them, and I read them, and now I'm awesome and stuff, so THANK YOU. It's also thanks to you I have the very few friends I have, for which I am thankful. Seriously. I met one of my best friends because I shouted "DEATH BRINGER!" and, even though she had no idea what it was, she thought it was funny. Anyway, Derek, you rock. Thanks for being so freaking epic.

Sparky. You. You are one of the best people I have ever met/talked/ blog-spoken to/whatever. If I hadn't met you, I don't know where I'd be now. You are the best kind of friend anyone could ever hope for, and I am so lucky that you chose to be friends with me. You're like an older sister to me, an older sister I couldn't live without. You've made me smile and grin and laugh till I cry more times than I could ever even try to count, and I know it's just going to continue and get better. I love your writing, your stories, and all the little jokes you make. Whenever I'm excited, you go and be excited along with me. Whenever I'm upset and crying and feeling absolutely hopeless, you're always there to cheer me up, give me advice, and help me get through the situation. You seem to see the best of a situation and point out all the best possible outcomes. It's not just me that you help, either. You're great to everyone, and I doubt there's a single person on this entire planet who wouldn't want to be your friend. And if there IS someone, they're an idiot and have no idea what their missing out on. I never would've been able to get through middle school without your advice, and I honestly have no idea what kind of person I'd be had I not met you. You've helped me see the positive side of things - which is a change for me, considering how much of a pessimist I am - and you'll back me up no matter who you have to deal with. I could go on forever, Sparky, but I won't because it won't do you any justice. You're nice and amazing and kind, and I really hope someday we get to meet each other. (Psh, who am I kidding? Of course we'll meet. It's inevitable.) Oh yeah, and one more little thing that only you'll understand... Pep talk.

There are so many more of you. There's Star, who's a fellow cello player, and Izz, who has an evil turnip, and Thrust, who's random, and Luciana, who's super kind and nice to everyone, and Kestrel and Em and Zafira and so many more of you.

I just want to thank you all for being so great this last year. You're all amazing and wonderful and nice, and you are some of the best people EVER.

And now, I'd like to take this moment to say thanks to Rim, who sends me hilarious clips of her and her friends, and even made me a card.

Friday, September 14, 2012

My Exciting Day with Kingdom of the Wicked


All day at school yesterday I was excited. Very excited. You know why? Do you?

Because that was the day my copy of KOTW was coming.

I had tried ordering it from the U.S. by pre-ordering it on their Amazon, but clearly, that was the wrong move to make. They cancelled the order. Just like that. I nearly died when they did, so I had to re-order it from the UK. I was so upset about not getting it I even payed a ton of extra money to get it shipped in two days. It was so worth it.

So after school had ended yesterday, and my bus had dropped me off at my stop, I walked so fast to my house I was practically running. I didn't want to run to my house, you know? A teenage girl wearing all black, with a backpack full of stuff on her back, running down the street? It looks a tad suspicious.

Once I had gotten home after practically tripping many times, I burst in the door. "Is my book here yet?!" I shouted to my brother.

"No," he shouted back.

My shoulders sagged. Well, that was disappointing.

I tried not to panic. After all, it was only about 2:45 and the UPS truck for packages didn't usually come till four. So, with that little fact, I tried to comfort myself.

I wasn't very successful.

I fidgeted around my room, looking for something to distract myself with. I decided to go on the Blog, as per usual.

Then, around three fifteen, I posted one final comment for the day on Derek's blog:


So that was awesome. I practically squealed with joy. (Note: I say 'practically squealed' in an effort to sound less like a psychopath, but in reality it was more along the lines of 'shrieking and running through the house, holding the book aloft and exclaiming in almost uncomprehendable words, "IT CAME!" over and over again, then flinging myself across my bedroom to plop down on the bed and get to reading.' I suppose that, now that I've told you, my original effort at sanity was wasted.)

I wouldn't let go of the book. It was so beautiful. And it was all shiny and stuff. And blue. And gold. And it was so BIG. I couldn't get over it. I felt like I was staring at it forever, if that makes the moment more dramatic, but in actuality it was probably about 26 milliseconds before I shrieked and flipped to chapter four and started reading (I had already found a way to read the prologue and chapters one through three).

It wasn't long at all before I started devouring every word. In fact, it started after I read the first word. It was so amazing. I groaned at the fact that Eliza Scorn was there, but in a way that I supposed to. She's awesome, but I kind of hate her. No hard feelings. She just, you know, sent an assassin after Valkyrie.

I found it super suspicious that the reflection and Valkyrie were getting along. I didn't believe it. But after a while, I found myself starting to like the reflection. You're very persuasive, Derek. You managed to change my mind. I also laughed hysterically when Desmond told Valkyrie what he told that guy. That was hilarious.

Every time there was a scene at the Sanctuary, I prepared myself for an attack on Ireland.

It's weird, you know. Reading a book about Valkyrie. It shouldn't be, but it is. After telling people for three years that you're Valkyrie Cain does that to you. So having your head almost eaten by a Yeti (YETIS! YAY!) in a book is unsettling in real life to read about. Some examples of when I felt unsettled (It's a long list):

- Getting stuck in the Goal and having the weird buzzing thing in her arm

- The scene in the coffee shop

- Trying to talk to Tanith and Sanguine

- Vomiting after seeing the remains of a corpse

- Any scenes in the Sanctuary (I was constantly wary of those scenes)

- The whole 'train thing'; falling off and Kray

- Dimension shunting


- Mevolent

- The freak mask. Just... the freak mask


- Having Val's mind read

- Taking Darquesse away. That's just not fair. That shouldn't make me feel unhappy, but it did

- Vengeous. Serpine. Vile. Mortals.

- Going into the school

- Serpine's towel

- Scorn's other self

- Anything with Kitana and her friends, really. Oh, and the coat thing. That is irritating.

- Darquesse in other reality

- Heads being ripped off, faces melted, hands burned to stubs...

- The Epilogue. Oh my gosh, the epilogue.

I could've made the list longer, but I decided not to. Because I'm nice. Just kidding. That's not why. I just chose to stop typing that.

On more than a few occasions I found Valkyrie responding to things exactly how I would...

"There's a bench here with things on it, bits of machinery and stuff. And some tools. There's a screwdriver! I could use the screwdriver to prise it open!"

"Yes, or you could use it to unscrew it."

Here lies Valkyrie Cain, who died heroically by falling off a train. At least it rhymed.

"Mr Mein, you're under arrest for, uh..."
"Improper use of inmates."
"There you go. You have the right to remain unconscious."

"...And the house would merely be the entrance - the prison is underground."
Valkyrie sighed. "Everything is underground. I'm sick of things being under ground. Sanctuaries are underground, goals are underground..." She faltered.
"Wow," said Skulduggery. "Two things are underground. That's a pretty exhaustive list."

The scene with the 'human sacrifice'.

"Get me a coffee."
"Get me one."

There's a bazillion more, but I can't be bothered to type them all out. I think the train bit was my favourite line. Okay, time for the reasons I started to lose my mind and slip even further into the pit of insanity.

While I was around page 250, I got a text from my mum saying we were going out to look at bridesmaids dresses. It was fine with me. I was going to try on the dress, and just sit there and read my lovely book about death and destructing and skeletons and teenagers.

At about page 340ish she came home for dinner. I refused to leave my room. I was lost in my book. It took a bit of time before I was forced to leave my room to do something silly like eating. Who needs to eat theses days? Why couldn't I just read my book in peace?

Apparently, when I walked out of my room, I looked a bit odd. Well, more than a bit. In the words of my mum, I looked like "a raving lunatic". My hair was a mess, my eyes were probably bulging and I guess my makeup was smeared (I think it may have been a little bit, but it was probably just bags under my eyes). And then, while I was wolfing my food down so I could go back to my room, my mum said, "You know, you aren't taking the book with you to try on dresses."

No. Just... No. I stopped half way through a bite of pizza. "Whaaa?"

"You can't take it, and you can't talk about it there. It'll freak people out."

A piece of me died. "Can I take it in the car?"

She was about to say no, but I'm pretty sure my eye twitched and she realised she had to say yes or I'd lose it completely. "Fine, you can take it in the car."

I wolfed down the last bite of pizza and darted out of the room, heading to my room to keep reading. About 20 minutes later it was time to leave.

I read the book in the car. I've developed the skill not to get carsick from doing it, because it never stops me anyway. We arrived at the dress place. Everyone got out of the car and, moving as slowly as possible, I started to get out. I made eye contact with my mum.

"Leave it in the car."

With my eye twitching and my fingers fidgeting, I slowly set the book down. I got out of the car. "You are so evil."

"I know. I just don't want you reading while we do stuff for my wedding. The book won't go anywhere. I'm sure you'll go tell the blog about your awful mother."

"You're not awful. You're just evil."

We went in, looking at dresses while every last bit of me was twitching or fidgeting or shuddering in someway. There were even a few times when I almost shouted at people who walked by. I kept moaning and squealing and whining in ways that were impossible to understand, and despite the fact that I looked amazing in my dress, I waited so very impatiently to get back to the car.

I practically sprinted when I did. Getting back to my reading, I calmed down a bit. Not very much, though.

I got home, and around nine I forced myself to put the book down to shower. I went back to reading as soon as I possibly could afterwards.

I read for a long time. I was planning to finish it there and then. But it certainly didn't help that the words started to seem hazy every few seconds. It took a while for me to figure out I was falling asleep. I tried to fight it, but it only worked for so long. I passes out.

Around three in the morning - about two hours later - I sat up in bed, and looked at my book. It was open, and I was still holding it. I started reading some more about Vengeous and kept reading, determined to finish that whole freaking book before sunrise.

Around four, I considered going to sleep, but I couldn't. There was no way I was giving up on my traditional read-till-the-book-is-finished-once-you-have-it thing. I was finishing the book and that was that.

Around five I read the last chapter, worried about what could happen next. Then I read the epilogue, and started freaking out. Then I went back to sleep, had some freaky dreams, got up and barely managed to function today.

Now, isn't that exciting?