Well hello there my mortal friends...

Back to blog land I am set atop my trustworthy steed and my trustworthy-ish Maiden under my arm...

Well, as you can see, "I is not trollin'!" With my posts...

Which is a shame really because I like the sound of my voice(=P), or rather the way I type: I use certain parts of my body that shouldn't be used... Like my Mighty Cockrel.


Now, as a massive writing machine, I like to think I'm rather artistic and whatnot, which can be fun sometimes xD Always good to find hidden meaning in things...


Well, goodbye folks; your almighty is tired.

As a side note: Can't stop listening to Kanpekigu No Ne By Watari Houka Hoshiro-Tai Followed By Time To Dance By P!ATD Then Snow Kiss by Nirgillis and then back again... No idea why as they're not similar in any way...

Enough of that!!! I just feel it's a good idea to say thankyou to my gorgeous, beautiful, incredible girlfriend for an amazing three months. She may be an incredibly good tickler, which proves most annoying when I'm tired! She may think she's ugly and fat and stupid but she's really not - Trust me, she's beautiful - but I adore her and she's given me - and probably is going to give me - the best days of my life and I'm loving every second, breath and heartbeat!!!

Love You Rachel. xxx


Now, as for my day... It was pretty average: I judged people silently from atop my probably metaphorical tower and in maths I sat blankly and didn't do any work at all: Like I have since this year began.

Now, before you go judging me on the maths thing; I want to be a scriptwriter for a drama or film, or an Adult (Screw teenage) Novellist, therefore my forté lies in English and not Maths, definitely not maths.

The inspiration for being a writer came about ten years ago, having read and re-read the first... three(?) Harry Potter books and loving them (I know! I was so naive...)I then decided I had to be a writer, although I didn't really pursue it until two years ago when I got into the habit of scribbling short stories down everywhere, although my interest in literature has always been a large presence in my life and always will be: Being blessed with a publisher Auntie is god-like!!!!!

So, I'm done explaining myself to you - Puny Mortal- So get lost.

CraziestToaster xxxxxxxxx

My Demons [Short Story by Moi!]

It's here again; that "not quite alone" feeling you get when you go downstairs and the terror of the dark, frenzied fumbling for the blessed switch to the kitchen and something slithers away on the edge of your vision, causing you to quickly break out into a cold sweat, swinging around to find the lampshade swinging gently in the breeze (breeze?!) and you sharply exhale in a semi-calmed sense of relief.

Your bare feet are unpleasantly tickled by the cold linoleum of the floor, wary of the door to the staircase you begin to satisfy the angry, impatient voices willing you to eat, approaching the refrigerator as its beautiful hum makes your stomach growl and whine. Having made your toast and poured your glass of milk you begin to ascend the stairs; the paranoia already defused. There it is again! Clambering quickly from view and rustling the shadow of the Christmas tree, it's cheap ornaments clinking with that awful plastic "ting". Paranoia settling back into its rightful place; It begins to throttle you between it's massive, hairy, clammy hands and you stumble blindly up the staircase, spilling milk and crumbs all over the carpet.

You enter the false safety of your bedroom, trying to reassure yourself that the room is sacred and safe - It does only have one door after all - and you sit quietly in the artificial light; eating and drinking quickly and cautiously so you can wrap yourself in that duvet and wander away to sleep in your safe, comfortable cocoon.

And then you forget the event entirely, right? And now you're remembering all the times that has happened and you're shivering and feeling the need to find that duvet again, right?

My... "Paranoia" - as I'll now call it - couldn't end in my long forgotten dreams, or wrapped in the warmth of the new sheets my Mother had bought me about two days before: The feeling never left and I spent the night curled against the door, clutching the leg of a football table - bloodied by the first... thing to succeed in entering my room - whilst attempting to shut out the howls of bloodlust as each thing threw itself against my door. I could only despair as I imagined the soon to be slaughtered sleeping corpses of my family in the rooms inches from my own.

It was going to be a long night.

Processing...

Two posts in one day!? How amazing am I *Puts on expensive cool-shades*
I try my hardest to be cool and "Hip" amongst you "You-ths" or whatever you're called, so as a result, I thought, "Oh, Thomas you're so handsome, suave and purely incredible. Why don't you become and underwear model?!" And I was like, "Nuh-Uh Sister, I do not wish to be extorted for money in that way." And Then I was like, "K..."

Or maybe it was the reason I posted twice in one day...

The real reason would probably be that the D.Gray Man thing was a review, and this is probably just gunna be an update on what's on the down low at the mo, hoe.

Well, the last week since Tuesday has been a snow week, brought on by the mighty snow gods: Tzenkith, Goora and Gaarenethl; Thanks gods! One day in school and a week of glory!

Hanging out with my beautiful girlfriend and my equally as beautiful best friends. Ah, the pure bliss!

So tomorrow - The dreaded Monday - We get to go in in our own clothes because of the "Severe" Weather conditions, which I'm particularily looking forward to, as I'll dress in a shirt, waistcoat and tie as I'm known to and end up looking like a member of Panic! At the disco or something...

Well, my girlfriend's off at a pantomime and'll be back any minute, if she sees me blogging then she'll beat me to within an inch of my life!

Craziest Toas- No! No! Don't hit me there!!!!

D.Gray Man - Fantastic in parts and Mediocore in others. =[

Now, let's get this straight: I love D.Gray Man. I love the characters, I love the powers, I love the unique twist on the bible and I love Katsura Hoshino - No matter what sex he/she is! (Seriously, that bugs me sometimes.) - But, the recent chapters - The ones with Timmothy and Phantom G are a bit hastily, and unthoughtfully written.

The art is fantastic - as usual - But the story here seems like it's stuck in quicksand and is slowly being consumed. The story has basically gone from brilliant scenes like the one above - 132nd Night: The musician - to mediocre, stereotypical scenes like the one below from 175th Night: The Child Thief

Now, I think the problem is just the recovery from the ending of the major plotline of The Epic Battle against the Noah and the finding of General Cross. They dealt with that well however by making the place where the entire manga could've ended (About chapter 140) and extended it into the character's own recovery within the black order and the surprise attack launched by the Noah not to mention the arrival of a level 4 Akuma, a new - To The Manga - Noah and the disappearance of General Cross (Which must be a major kick in the balls seeing as the entire series has been the search for Cross) But then I feel like I've been let down with this small piece of filler, and I like(d) D.Gray Man's filler, it seemed necessary and sort of helped to set the relationships between characters and the characters themselves a bit more, however this seems hastily thrown together. Especially at the appearance of ANOTHER level 4, this seems impossible and irritating - much like the level twos and level threes - because once they've killed one, apparently they gain a knack for it and in future can kill them all with their eyes closed.

This was a feature I didn't mind so much amongst the level twos, and it only bothered me a bit because of the effort Lenallee put into killing one level three, when Allen, Kanda, Marie and The Generals can kill them all blindfolded and not be scratched. However, the level 4 thing really annoyed me. It incapacitated all the generals, all the excorsists, killed most of the HQ staff and eventually got beaten by a nice Allen/Lenallee sandwich...

But being able to kill one level four that quickly?! Just because he's killed one before?! It's ridiculous!

However, after this "Timmothy" saga the story seems to have wobbled back onto the rails, explaining (Finally!) If Allen really is the fourteenth, the sheer power and numbers of the Noah and with issue 190, explaining Kanda's origins which I'm almost dying with anticipation to see the next part of.

Thanks for listening to me bitch!

CraziestToaster xxxx

P.S Post your views on it if you want =D

Hmm, "blogging"... Like logging except with a "B"... That's neat. (Points for the retro word!)

All I hope for you - My most loyal reader - Is that you'll at the very best be completely blown away by awesome power! Or at the least be mildly entertained... But for the record, for every hit I recieve... I'll probably assume you adore my blog instantly *Looks around for a high five in the crowd of imaginary people around him, they look back vacantly* Well... I can't wait anyways.

I'll probably post all sorts on here: Stories, Poems, feelings, thoughts, realizations and whatever else I can unload onto you to almost double your list of probably sizable problems; No where near the size of my teenage woe of course. I mean, once I had to watch my butler dance the fandango because I was curious as to what that nifty (Points for the retro word) band - Queen - Meant by "Will you do the Fandango?" And one time (At band camp) I almost slipped on the floor: But I fired the entire maids squadron (Yes, squadron) As a result. ALSO! I would like to add that we were kicked out of the mansion up in... Somewhere posh(?) And have been forced to live in a semi-detatched house up here in the ever so wonderfully dull St helens...

So you can see that as a teenager, I hold a plethora of problems. Teenage life is so hard, y'know?

Loving you guys xxx,
CraziestToaster