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#827398 added September 6, 2014 at 5:55pm
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The Witch List
Okay I actually have time for a real, full-blown blog entry!

CounterCulture!


"Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise [E] Prompt: Prompt: The three woman who live next door to you remind you of the three witches in Macbeth. *Shock* Why?

         Double, bubble, toil, and trouble. You know that the three witches are actually my favorite Shakespeare characters. Well, them, or Portia and Nerissa from "The Merchant of Venice"  . Why? It's soooo easy to understand what they're saying. I mean, everything rhymes in couplets. What's hard about that?
         Some interesting facts about the witches:
         *Bullet*I don't think that they're ever actually referred to as witches in the play, just weird sisters.
         *Bullet*Weird sisters is a homophone/pun on the word "wyrd."
         *Bullet*Wyrd, in ancient English folklore, meant fate.
         *Bullet*So what these sisters are actually referred to are "The Sisters of Fate."
         So, just some fun facts about them. Now, let's get to how they have become my new neighbors.

*Witch*          *Witch*          *Witch*          

*It's like SMs has a psychic ability to predict exactly what emoticons I am going to need*
         I step out of my house and take a glance across the street. I sighed. That rental house was inhabited again. The house had a bad history of bad tenants. I wonder what the latest set of people would be like. A rattled old car pulled up into the driveway, and out climbed three old ladies.
         I took a step back. All three were dressed in black. And they were cackling as loud as they could. I was shocked at how loud they were. I could hear them talking all across the street.
         "Crossing through the threshold door, how could we three ask for more?"
         "Battered house with apple stump, cracked driveway and grassy lumps."
         "New home we've found for our pleasure..."
         "We'll exploit it at our leisure!" all three exclaimed.
         I was perplexed. We had had odd neighbors before, but these three just took the prize. Why were they dressed in black? Why were they speaking in couplets?
         I needed to find out more. I had a sneaking suspicion they were the witches from Macbeth. Who else would do that? But they couldn't be real, could they? I decided if they were, I would sneak into their backyard late at night and find out.

*Witch*          *Witch*          *Witch*          


         Later that night I stepped out of the house and ran across the street. Cautiously, I slipped into the potential witches' backyard. I was shocked to find all three standing around a cauldron of bubbling liquid. An eerie green light emitted from the cauldron. As I hid myself, the witches danced.
"Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!"
"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble."
"Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble."
"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble".
"Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron."
"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble."
"Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good."
         It was too much for me. I turned and ran, hoping to convince my parents to move.

*Witch*          *Witch*          *Witch*          


         Matilda turned off the green light and looked at her friends. "All right ladies, that's enough rehearsal for tonight."
         The other two nodded and went back inside.

*Witch*          *Witch*          *Witch*          


14 Names For Witch Babies
*Witch*Matilda
*Witch*Raven
*Witch*Morella
*Witch*Lilith
*Witch*Deathfinger
*Witch*Bloodtide
*Witch*Sharaeza
*Witch*Esmeralda
*Witch*Esmerelda
*Witch*Carmela
*Witch*Merlin
*Witch*Melvin
*Witch*Hogsnog
*Witch*Morello

         And we see why I don't write stories involving witches.

CounterCulture!


"Blogging Circle of Friends [E] Prompt: You are allowed to write and shoot you own movie, with all actors and money at your disposal. What is about?

         I'd do a Macbeth remake. Maybe New Orleans theme. Or Egyptian theme. That would be cool.

CounterCulture!


         So I lost WiFi halfway through writing this and had to wait like two hours for it to come back, so I'm less excited to write this as I was. However, I've had a pretty good week. Just haven't had a ton of time to write stuff. So, let's take some main pointers.
         I had another All State Practice Audition today. My band teacher told me I did really well. He literally went into his cabinet to find a gold star and gave me one.
         So, Jay's discomfort at having me be first flute on stuff has degenerated to out and out defensive jealousy. It's because we got the next piece we're going to play in fall.

         And guess who has first part? Me. Guess which part has a large amount of solos? First. So, I'm happy. But it really bothers Jay. I actually can't believe I'm first on both. So when Mr. J handed them out in regular band, I asked which part he wanted me to be. He told me that I was first. That I'll always be first this semester, because first is what's heard the most, and that person needs to have more practice with the full band, which rules out Jay because he's in zero hour.
         Ironic, isn't it?
         Needless to say, Jay's pretty annoyed. Especially since I'll be the first to admit he'd probably be first on both if not at least one if he were in regular hour band. I'm actually really surprised, because last year he didn't really seem to care about section leader and first flute and stuff. And I of course obsessed over it. And now that our roles are reversed, so are our attitudes apparently. I don't really care as much and Jay seems really annoyed.
         I always thought Jay would be better than that. Weird.
         So, anyways, we're in community period band, which is on B-Days, and Jay can attend it. I let him set first chair for warm ups on B-Days, just to preserve his apparently fragile ego. And so, it's our first day of "Dusk." And he's sitting in first chair, and then it's time to start "Dusk." I try to move so I'm in first, since I'm first part, and Jay goes "Why don't we just switch parts?" and I'm like "Jay, we've been over this, I already asked Mr. J just to make sure and he wants you on second." And then he goes "Okay but I'm sitting here." And I'm like "Why do you want to sit there so badly?" and he says "Because I don't want to move." To which I responded, "Well if we warmed up in score order you wouldn't have to move."
         He got up and moved. And then we go to start and apparently the very first note of the song is my solo. Except I didn't know this. So when no one played at the beginning I was confused, and Mr. J just kept conducting, and so nothing happened. Apparently it's just me. It would be nice if these things were marked "solo" or something. Well if there were other first flutes it wouldn't be a solo. But I'm the only one, so it is.
         And then, when I got to school on Friday, Jay comes up to me and he's like "Do you know where another piccolo is?" and I figure he must've meant that Mr. J told him I had asked to play piccolo for pep band and Mr. J had said yes and given me one. And I go "No, I know there's at least two but I only saw one in his office."
         He asked me like three times in a row and I say no. Then, to my surprise, he pulls a piccolo out of his hoodie pocket.
         I stare at him and I'm like "Oh!" I reach into my backpack and pull out my piccolo. And this is what was running through my head.

         And then I say "Good, now I don't feel bad."
         And, the most recent thing that would lead me to believe Jay's annoyed is last night. It was just after pep band and we were going to turn in our pep band music. I say "Jay, give me your pep band music and the extras." Here's how we were set up:
*Music1**Male**Male**Mailb*
Music Jay Me Music Box

         Reasonable request, right? Well, apparently he didn't think so. What he did was take my pep band folder out of my hand and then both his and mine in the box and say "There, we're done."
         And I just stare at him, amazed at his impatience, or whatever it was. Then I go "Jay, you're an idiot," sigh, and grab our pep band folders out of the box and the extra pep band music (which had a rubber band on it), rubber band everything together and put it in the box.
         And so I'd classify this as passive-aggressive, which I think is stupid. It doesn't need to be. And it's totally out of my control too. {e:sigh}
*Peace2* for a fingers crossed and sigh emoticon With what SMs is coming up with somehow has been meeting exactly what I need for my blog this week. Maybe I'll get lucky.


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