Saturday, April 21, 2007
I'm your biggest fan, would you leave me lying here?
Mood: Satisfactory. A little hungry. Song: My Way Home is Through You, MCROmg, it's time!!! Yesterday, I completed reading, for the second time in my lifetime, Airborn by Kenneth Oppel. And you know what that means? Exerpts.
Where to begin? I just love this book. Well, it'll take me a while to find them all, so whatever time this post claims I posted it, isn't close to the actual time I posted this.
(WARNING: Some of the following may appear to contain sexual content to those who have not taken the time to read this book [you should consider it. Really.] but there really isn't. I promise.)
"This is the tour? Just you and... him."
She said him like I was something oozing from the bottom of a trash can.
"Watch out for the woman with the scary hair," he whispered to me, as we traded places.
"I know all about her," I whispered back.
"Said her tea tasted like a fish had bathed in it."
"Should have taken the poor fellow out earlier," I told him. "Then she wouldn't have known."
"We'd better go take a look at this stream and report back to the captain," said Baz. "Everyone's agreed that I found it, right, and I had to fight a crocodile and piranhas on the way? Good. Thank you very much Miss de Vries, you're a font of wisdom."
"I'm glad being shipwrecked appeals to you."
"Captain Walken made a point of avoiding that word."
"Well, he was trying to keep everyone jolly, wasn't he. It's no good having everyone running around screaming and eating each other."
"I wouldn't run around screaming," she said. "I can see eating someone in a pinch, though. If it really came down to it, I mean."
"I don't doubt it."
"Come on, Matt Cruse, don't you find it just a bit exciting, being here?"
"No."
She looked at me as if I'd suggested we stop breathing for a few hours.
"What about Miss Simpkins!" I cried.
"Her? She'll sleep for hours. She excels at sleeping."
Not much of a chaperone, our Miss Simpkins.
"But I'm not around," I said miserably. "Not where it counts, anyway. The ship, that's where I should be. Not gallivanting around the forest, playing scientist and wrapping up bones in your knickers! I've never seen so much underwear!"
"Some of it belongs to Miss Simpkins, I'll have you know!" she retorted angrily.
"We can always leave you behind, Mr. Vlad!" one of the crew called out.
"And who would cook for you, imbecile!" Mr. Vlad looked at me and smiled. "You're a good boy, Mr. Cruse. You understand food, not like some of the lunkheads around here!"
"You two were in a cave together?" said Miss Simpkins in horror.
"Yes," said Kate, "and it was very, very dark."
They all thought we were off in the forest whispering sweet nothings to each other. I tried to imagine Kate whispering a sweet nothing to someone, and couldn't.
"Can I finish off your mango juice?"
"No." I pushed the mug away from her reaching hand. "It's spiked with something. He's trying to get us drunk so we'll slip up if we're lying."
"Good luck to him," she said. "I'm not the slightest bit slipsy."
"You just said 'slipsy.'"
"Do I have time to visit the toilets?" she asked.
I stared back at her, incredulous. "You can go in the forest later."
"I certainly won't," she said.
"Suit yourself."
"All very well for boys," she muttered.
"Take your pants off!" I told Kate.
"What?"
She pulled her hands free, and her lips trembled and were wet with tears.
I kissed her mouth.
I wanted to, so I did it.
... "Do it again."
"That was very nice," she said. "That was the second time I've been kissed."
"You were kissed before?" I said jealously.
"Yes, just now by you, but I thought I'd count each time."
"Then, we'll take some of theirs," said Kate. "We'll get inside and make some noise. They'll send one man out to investigate. We wait for him. We whack him--"
"Whack him?" I repeated.
"Yes, bash him with something very hard, like a frying pan or a lug wrench, right in the skull."
Kate looked at me, impressed. "Is there anything you can't do, Mr. Cruse?" she asked.
"Can't sing," I said.
"Really?"
"Not worth spit. It's a terrible sound I make."
"Well, are we all ready to whack some pirates?" Kate said.
Meh, that's all for now. The entire book is good, really. Just some memorable quotes for your enjoyment.
Any other news since my last post? Well, no... except, Gerard left a letter on the official site. Apparently the whole band feels that Mikey needs a bit of time off with his sweetheart. A honeymoon, to be exact. And I feel very happy for him, despite that it's highly unlikely he'll be back in time for me to see him perform with the rest of the band in mid-May. No problem now, I'll just have to find a time to see them again in the future, all five of them together, won't I?
It's 7:45pm here now. Like I said, it took me a while.
Carolyn blogged at 5:54 p.m.