Let's put on the complaining hat!

I REALLY should be doing my homework... but honestly, where's the joy in doing homework? Actually, I have all A's and two C's that are close to being B's once I turn in my work. I just found out that doing your homework can help your grade. Yea.

Heh, sarcasm.

Back to why I started to procrastinate and the entire reason for this blog... I've been on those social website as of late, you know, Facebook and Twitter and whatever else humans have conjured up to keep them entertained, and I've noticed some popular and recurring status updates. Let me put them into a nice little list for you.

1. Complaining.
Does it get any worse? I know teenagers are excellent at it, but COME ON! How can it get worse?! While I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed I noticed how much people say things similar to: (a) "I can't wait to get out of high school. I want to move on already," as well as (b) "They broke up with me. I'm so sad and no one understands," and my personal favorite, (c) "I hate this person at school so much! They're so stupid and ugly and I hate them." I know there are others, but these three I see ALL THE TIME.
(a) Alright, you hate school. So? A lot of other people do too, but complaining over Facebook about it isn't really going to help. Why not try talking to the people or teachers/staff that are bothering you and change your attitude.
(b) Deal with it. You're not the only one who has ever been through a breakup.
(c) Then tell THEM, not Facebook. Coward.

These social websites are making people lazy, over dependent, and changing them into little whiny cowards (usually known at "Starscreams").

I haven't the vigor to write about everything else that is bothering me right now, but I just wanted to address this. Hopefully some of those people read this post and start thinking about it. Thanks guys!

Over and Out!
-lulu.bell

Food for thought.

There's a despicable human (whose name will not be mentioned) who is going around saying that they know more about Transformers than I do. Now while that's not true (and even if it was) what does it matter? Are you going to win an award? Are people going to think you're SOOOOO awesome? No.

I believe that being a TRUE TransFan doesn't completely depend on what you know about The Transformers. Now, yes, if the only character you know is movieverse Bumblebee and you think that makes you a TransFan, people will hate you and tell you to shut up.

Now this can go for any fandom of ANY genre, not exclusively Transformers. Being a true fan (in this case, a true TransFan) is all about how you feel about them. If they truly mean something to you. For me personally they are a second family to me. They're something I can enjoy.

I've made memories with them, I've bawled in public during movie premiers, I've hugged them and jumped around Wal-Mart when mom said I could get a new TF toy...

It's all about what you make of them, not what you know about them. I read and write fanfiction when I'm bored. I buy all of the comics as soon as they come out. I try my hardest to scrounge up money to buy new toys. I SAT IN SENTINEL PRIME! I touched his STEERING WHEEL!

I've made memories with them, and I love them. I don't know everything about them, but that's alright. For the true TransFans that I'm acquainted with over the internet, they don't scorn me for not knowing everything. The same goes for me when they don't know something. We share information and chat about it, saying how excited we are for a new episode, movie, comic... whatever it is. TransFans are like family. We can all come together to talk about how much we love Transformers! We don't go around to say that we're better than someone else just because we know more than someone else.

When I meet younger fans, I'm standing there with open arms. They don't know as much as I do, but that's ok. I'm still learning myself, and honestly, you have to start somewhere. You aren't born with the knowledge.

On the other hand there are posers. They say they know all, and they don't. As I stated earlier, if you call yourself a HUGE fan (and claim that G1 doesn't exist) and you've only seen the three live-action films (and you can't even name Megatron), you're an idiot. You will be scorned.

These people treat Transformers as some... contest. It's not. I'm still learning plenty every day after almost four years. It's not a race, calm down. You don't have to be a HUGE fan to enjoy Transformers.

I just thought I should get this out there since it's the only thing I've thought about for the past week.

:D Enjoy your weekend!
-lulu.bell

You get to hear from me again, congratulations!

Before I start this post of mine, I'm currently listening to "Won't Go Home Without You' by Maroon 5. Maybe if you listen to it while you read the post, you might get a feeling of what I'm feeling. Music IS supposed to be the universal language after all.

Today is my sister's birthday and Friday was my oldest sister's birthday, so I've been in a pretty wonderful mood this weekend. One of my best friends also came over to spend the night, and my Mom went out to buy Transformers 3 for me.

As I was watching DOTM (Dark of the Moon) with my parents and my friend I, of course, cried. Cried. Cried. CRIED. Well, name someone who didn't... Anyway, I couldn't help but think about what would really happen if I met these Cybertronians. Then I got to wondering if the writer wasn't too far off the mark.

I recently got a hold of the latest issues of IDW's ongoing series of The Transformers. At the current moment a SHIT TON of crazy stuff is going on, so if you're in to comics and Transformers I COMMAND YOU to go read it. NOW. Just kidding, go do it tomorrow. I'll be watching you.

Back to my serious thinking... The idea really made me feel... different. Not a good different either.

There are so many feelings that are piercing me with bullet holes at the moment, and I'm not sure if you want to hear the rest of it, but to cut it down to size, I love them.

Yea, yea, Lindi you've said that over and over. What makes this time any different?

What makes this time different from any other is that I'm thinking clearly. When I was emotionally distressed throughout 2008, 2009, 2010, and for most of 2011, I just needed someone to be there. Now I've been thinking in a new way, and I've been emotionally stable for the most part. (As emotionally stable as a teenage girl can get these days).

Back on July 17 of this year I met Sentinel Prime. The fire engine from DOTM came down the Fremont, NE and my mother and my sister (whose B-day is today! :D ) came along to see him. He wasn't the actual Cybertronian of course, but beggars can't be choosers, right?

Nonetheless, seeing Sentinel gave me hope. Real hope. The hope that tells you that your dreams are coming true. You've prayed, you've cried, and you've made it clear that you would put your life on the line for this. That's what I've done, and now I have real hope. I've come to terms with the fact that THEY ARE REAL. They're out there somewhere no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I don't go around saying "Well, maybe they aren't real." NO.

Their war is also real. Now, I've never seen war myself and only a few in my family have ever seen true battle. Of course they don't talk about it, but I can only imagine how it is from the stories and tales of others. The Cybertronian civil war has been going on for at least 4 million years. FOUR. MILLION. YEARS. Their rivalries and bonds are deep, and they've lasted for such a long time. The situations they have to face are nothing to what we have to face. Even the best of stories hold nothing to the things they've seen throughout their lifetimes.

I'm nothing to them.

But they're something to me.

So while they go off and battle, they may never see me during my lifetime. They might not even meet one of my descendants. They may not even come close to our solar system. Now, I guess what I'm trying to say is that even though I love them and know that they are real, I'm not going to go around and say "They're so cool! I'm such a fan! I love them!"

I'm no longer a fan. I'm a believer. I'm a supporter. I'm a friend of the Cybertronain race. I'll be there for them if they ever decide to land on our little blue planet. I'll teach my children to pass down the connection between humans and Cybertronians. Maybe one day my descendants will meet one of them. Befriend them. Maybe while the rest of humanity orders their deaths, my child will be the one to say "stop." My child may be the one to make a difference.

That's all I want to do. Make a difference.

I've now re-read this post three time now (not for grammatical errors, mind you) and I have to admit... this sounds crazy. This sounds outlandish, even for me. Yet... maybe feelings themselves are outlandish. Why do we feel love? Why do we feel sadness, hate, frustration, annoyance, joy? Why do we feel these emotions at all? What are they really? What makes us feel that way?

I was just able to put words to them. This is a part of what I feel, and I hope you didn't fall asleep or anything (but even if you did, that's fine, I don't outlandishly hate you).

I wish I could put everything I'm thinking down on paper, but I feel like that would be the death of so many trees... I'm sorry if the ideas aren't fluent and instead are choppy and all over the place, but sometimes chaos makes sense... maybe? Maybe my brain just functions that way...

Now this is the first time I've asked you, but I wouldn't mind some feedback. If there are true readers of my blog out there, I would love to hear from you, even if you just type out a random emoticon.

Love you!
-lulu.bell

Pretender.

This is not to be taken seriously. We all know that none of this happened in the actual movie, but just go along with it. :D Enjoy! Oh, and yes, the doctor has a bit of an accent. Those aren’t words spelled wrong, I promise.
Transformers belongs to HasTak. I just play with them. ;)

"Doctor, examine this... alien specimen," Megatron ordered in a casual voice. He didn't seem at all worried about the life he would be taking in the coming moments of the human girl's life. All humans were expendable. They were nothing but a mere nuisance to himself and his Decepticons on Earth. He inwardly chuckled at the human he held within his clawed appendage. She arched her back, wiggling back and forth in a fool's attempt to gain freedom.

Here, he was in charge. He was her change at life, or her dance with death. His word was law in this place and no one could change that.

He caught the human gazing up at him with a mixture of fear and complete awe. His optics flashed and he let a sickening smirk make its way to his faceplates. He was enjoying this to the fullest. Her weakness, her struggle, and especially the hope that swirled in the tears that fell from her eyes. There would be no hope, not with the death bringer looming over her.

The small mech that was the doctor made his way up towards the girl’s face. She could feel the sharp edges of his spidery legs dig into her bare flesh, and it took everything to make the scream die in her chest before it made its way out. He was millimeters away from her face, his optics narrowed as he stared at her.

“Such a strange creature, yes? Examine fully, we must! I’ve always wanted to dig into one of zees creatures and-“

“There will be no such thing doctor. She’s to be examined,” he put special emphasis on the word, “not mutilated.” He brought out his smirk again and quickly added, “Not yet, but I assure you… you’ll get your chance.”

He felt the cold shiver of fear and anxiety rip through the human’s flesh. Small bumps covered her skin, even though the warehouse was hot and stuffy with the unforgiving heat of late July.

The doctor jumped from the human’s chest to the slab of concrete beneath her. “Yes, yes, job to finish, hmm? Megatron vant to know memories? Yes, memories of… Cybertron! Her memories, her thoughts… we will find zem, yes?” He scrambled off to one of the nearby tables, sorting through small scraps of metal and tools… at least, that’s what they looked like to the girl.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked from Megatron to this ‘doctor.’ “Memories of what? Of… Cybertron?” She picked up a string of anger and held on tight as she raised her voice, “What the hell are you talking about!? I have no memories of your fucking planet! In case you didn’t noti- ahhh! Oh God, stop! Stop, oh no- AHHH!”

Megatron used his pincers that held her right arm to break the bone and shear through the skin surrounding it. The pale and bloodied forearm slipped off the table slab and hit the floor with a sickening thud.

After the screams subsided to whimpers, choked sobs, and groans, the girl looked at the blood pooling around her side. The cut wasn’t clean, and bits of skin and other organic material hung off the end of her now shortened arm. Blood practically streamed from her arm and soaked through her clothing and brought the iron like scent of blood towards her nose.

Megatron looked calm as he spoke over her pathetic crying. “You will not raise your voice towards me. Understand?”

“I’ll bleed out.” The voice was quiet and barely hearable. Her eyes and head lolled back and forth and Megatron was no longer her center of attention.

If he could roll his optics, he definitely would have. “Do you understand!?”

“Yea, I... uh… oh God…”

“Megatron! Must stop bleeding! Need… need, yes, live specimen! Vhat are you doing?” He crowded the area in question, prodding the exposed tissue and bone.

“Not that I care what happens to the girl, but pressure to the cut will help stop the bleeding.” Starscream’s whiney growl was heard from the opposite side of the room where he had stood watching the display with little interest. He just needed to be there to play watch dog. He took a step forward to get a better view of the human.

“Then you can do it, Starscream.”

A/N: Yea, I'm stopping THERE, but it's 3:20 and I'm sleepy. I'll continue this tomorrow, don't worry. Night!

I've returned!

Remember when I was sick? Yea, all the way back in MARCH? Well, Lindi is all better, and might actually get off her lazy butt and do something. Seriously, I really need to do things to make some cash. Now before I go off ranting so that this page goes off into thousands of directions, I'll number everything so it looks organized. Even thought the universe leans towards chaos, that doesn't necessarily mean I have to as well. (You know, because I'm not even from this universe.) O.o

1. WARNING: RANTING AHEAD.
I lost my job at the church. I was seriously about to drive up there (without a proper driver's license, mind you) and pop some caps in some asses. Yet, I stopped myself as said, "Lindi, do that and you won't go to heaven. Remember that the rapture is now on October 21st. We all know you won't be going to heaven after that display." Then I thought I'm probably not going there anyway so what does it matter?
I don't know, it just hurt to have something I depended on completely taken away from me. I know I'm going to sound like a brat while saying this, but I have toys, comic books, masterpiece toys, movie tickets, video games, and hair cuts and colors to buy this summer. Transformers 3 is coming out, as well as everything else tied to the movie. That shit isn't cheap in the least bit. My hair itself cost at least %160 every two months for cut, color, and product.

Fuck being a girl.

2. WARNING: TRANSFORMERS.
Transformers 3. June 29th. WTF.
This movie is going to be really good, and it's going to be really bad. The experience will be even worse. I say the movie will be good and bad because... well, I don't know. I just have weird and mixed feeling about how the outcome will be. I know I will be crying because -SPOILER- and it will be devastating! I can't sit in a theater watching that and just... sitting there, doing nothing. I have to cry, wail, and sob all over that.
Besides crying at the premier and possibly getting kicked out, the video game is coming out. Now, the game is by the same people who created War For Cybertron, (High Moon Studios) so I'm not worried about it being bad. I'm just worried about the $60 price tag. Dx
Toy wise, the toys look smaller than they have been in the past, and I'm mad because there are good Voyager Class figures coming out.
Poor + good expensive TRANSFORMER toys = BAD Catastrophic.

3. Well, for most people, school is finally out. FINALLY. I swear this year was absolutely pointless. I was happy about the absence of drama during second semester though. :) FUCK DRAMA! Not the class, but you know what I mean. (Don't you, you filthy wretched teenagers?) Just kidding.
Yet, in all seriousness, I am ready to graduate and go the Creighton already. I want to be done with high school so badly so I can get away from these worthless imbeciles.

Oh no. I'll stop before I start saying "NEW WORLD ORDER! KILL THE HUMANS!"

4. Well, I can't think of a four so let's just have an awkward silence.


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Alright that was pointless.


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Anyway, I'm off to think of new things to write.
Oh, here's number 4! :)
4. WARNING:... Eh, whatever.
To Be Real (one of my fanfiction stories) has and actual plot now! WOO! I JUST got the new idea for it last night, and the writing process will begin soon once I start putting pieces together. I'll post links to my new chapters as they are posted.

Enjoy your wonderful Thursday evening!

Love you,
-lulu.bell

03.15.11

BLEEEEEEEEH. :/
Still sick and now I'm coughing up some lungs. Woot.
So... I haven;t hung out with anyone since February 2nd. Before that it was spring break '10 with my sister and brother-in-law. Oh yay, I have a life.
I was going to go to school tomorrow, but my temp. went crawling up the scale again.
!!!! :/ Lindis get mad easily. They don't like to have their health tampered with by evil Decepticons.

Maybe I'll write something tonight so you can all read it. :)

Love yas,
-lulu.bell

03.14.11

"My curiosity is aroused" -Optimus Prime.

Sorry, I'm watching "Enter The Nightbird" and he just said that. It sounded funny.
I would laugh or put a smilie, but I'm still sick and I'd rather shoot myself in the foot right now. I've been complaining the entire time.
Maybe Nightbird should come in and capture me so that the Decepticons can put me out of my misery. I've been trying my hardest to write SOMETHING, but it's not going so good.

Hopefully I can get something done, and even typing this much is giving me a bit of inspiration.
Just that little push is all I need.

Ha! Megatron just shot Prime in the aft. XD

Love you, Autoboobs!
-lulu.bell