3) I have to deal with Ethan, Xavier, and Daniel all before ten am this school year. For those of you who don't know my pain, I'll repeat the first thing out of Ethan's mouth when he found this out he was in my first period;. I'm going to annoy the SHIT out of you! If I'm not asleep."

4)  Letsee, something a little more personol....well my self-confidence/esteem is usually -9000.

 5) I' really paranoid. Particualry when it comes to friendhsips, I get so worried that I'm going to lose my close friends that I often have mental-freak outs over it.

  6) I also hate spilling my problems over to other people, and the few people I do talk about it to don't often hear all of it or I make light of the situation, etc. I hate bitching about my problems to other people. I suppose that comes from the grade school/middle school revalation of emotions are a weakness, but I prefer to "bottle up" so to speak. This is why number 5 almost never leaves the boundries of my head.

  7) I'm extremely lazy xD

  8) I adore wrapping presents into a billion boxes. It's most amazing to see peoples frustration as they hit yet another box. Almost as good as giving the gift itself! : D 

  Now onto other buisness. I finally completely edited two plots for IE and you guys can pick whichever one you want to use, if either. I'm currently working on collecting videoclips of vampires, werewolves, cities, pyros, etc. for a AMV type advertisement for IE. The music it'll be put to is a remix of Linkin Park's Faint ( I know but it's suuuucch a good remixxx) I'm using Sony Vegas 0.9 and I often have problems with it so I dunno how long it'll take me, but I'm assuming by then I'll at least have figured out how to loud stuff from Vegas to Youtube.
   Spoonsies, I have stuffs for you! I dunno your Japanese address though! Or if you want me to send it to the Aussie one thats chill too. 
   It's curently 80 degrees outside. And It's RAINING. TT
   I'm on Brat-watching duty tonight, so I'll be on MSN pretty late *hopeful face*

   The school pulled an 'epic fail' and gave me the wrong textbooks. They also messed up all our  lockers. Whooo.
    Peace out peeps!

 Thnkas guys!

 
   Two weekks left to go. The past two weeks, I've not only been one of the first people to enter the school, but generally around the last student to leave. One hour early, every single day, and usually two hours late. Exceot for the two days where I had my German tutor, that was directly after school. I've taken (at minimum) five tests. I think I've finally got myself covered in Geo. I HAD a fucking C in Chem, until I had (and then retook) the latest test. Sonovabitch  probubly stole me C. And I was so close to passing that test to. Alot of my after school time has been spent worry about my grades and studying. Studied over four hours for a german test. Haven't gotten the results yet and I'm not going to worry about it until Tuesday.
   Chemistry, well, if I beg maybe he'll understand.
    I'm almost caught up with homework (except in Geo. My two weeks absent, back to back, with shitloads of HW assigments passed out everyday I was gone isn't looking good for me. I'm beginning to think I should just BS most of it, seeing as I don't understand what they want me to do most of the time, and whenver I go into get my Teacher's help, she can only usually help me with one assigment 'cause they're so long.) 
     I finally had some downtime, and I managed to get this out. First chapter of Paralyzer. It's the only book of my series where I know exactly what's going to happen, and therefor really want to write. I've been putting it off, trying to write the stuff that comes in front of it, but since Paraylyzer involves the POV switching, and the main characters from the rpevious novel being away for the majority of the book, I figured I just might as well attempt to write the damn thing. Thus, first chapter. 
     I tried to catch the readers up a little it on all the shit 'Lyser's been through, ya'll will have to tell me if it makes sense. I'm sure there are mistakes.

   

  Also, I finally got a facebook. (xD just wrote that as facedbook) search for Caitlin Knives (My last name starts with a K, my nickname starts with a K, I can spy on people without them knowing who I am, my school can't look at my page because I didn't say what school I go to, it's all win-win)
   Also, I've been making a effort to be on MSN these last two days and I will continue to do so until I talk to somebody (hopefull face) I've been having withdrawl from you guys (Sues and Jade) I've been having friend withdrawls period becasue I was watching ten sixth graders with one other person my age (cheerleader. Very nice girl, though she had her moments) 
    Outdoor school was awsome, and ashitload of fun, but it would've been 500 times better if I'd actually gone with people I knew. Gonna do that next time.  My name was Irish. All the kids thought my actual name was Isha. 
      One of the PL's (program leaders) freaked all us Student Leaders out by whispering are real names behind us. We allagreed it added to his creepyness factor. Milk Creek has the best cookies ever.
    My field study was plants, and for the second part of field study (hour n' a half before and after lunch) I went on a hike. A third of that hike was through a swamp. The last day I had this fat kid, and of course, he got stuck. I attempted to pull him out of the mud and he almost pulled me in. I had to get the rest of the kids with me to help me pull him out, and what does he do? Goes right back in and gets stuck, even after I told him no more massive mud puddles. It was funny.
     I have also leanred many camp songs and games. Everyone I know is free game. (Muwhahahahaha! MY SINGING IS RELENTLESS!)
      My brother is currently throwing a fit about World Of Warcraft. Very annoying.
   Also I do have story stuff to post, but I''ll get to it latter (IE I'll post it as a seperate post after I go over it a few more times) 
    I <3 YOU GUYS AND I MISSSSS YOUUUUUUU!

    Craig had never seen Tweek mad before.  He hadn’t thought his blonde was capable of being mad.

    Yet here Tweek Tweak was. In the typical ‘angry wife’ stance. Arms crossed, one hip cocked. A glare painted on his face.  Worse, he didn’t stutter when he was angry.

    Craig knew he was consciously refusing to allow himself to stutter, but it was still scary for his boyfriend not to sound freaked out. Sounds bad, but that was Tweek’s normal voice. The freaked out one.  Anything different meant something was wrong.

   In this case, something was very wrong.

   Craig guilty eyed the cup in his hands ‘Dammit should’ve rid myself of the evidence when I had the chance!’  then looked up at his boyfriend’s face. “Tweek, I can explain!”

     An eyebrow rose. “Oh really?” The blonde hissed. “Let’s hear it then.”

    Craig attempted to buy time by coughing.  Man, where was a Twix bar when you needed one? ‘Ok Craig.’ Craig thought trying to calm himself down. ‘This is nothing to freak out about. Just come up with a nice, reasonable explanation. Your car was hijacked and they forced you.  It broke down and to survive this cold weather you had to go in!’

 “I’m waiting, Craig.”

   Man! Craig looked at Tweek and flinched. “Alright, alright. I’ll tell the truth.” Mother always did say that if you told the truth you got in less trouble. Of course she just wanted Craig to admit he’d been stealing her Vodka. It was the same principle though, right?

   Well. No going back now.

   Maybe a half truth would work?

    Craig coughed to clear his throat. “We passed one in the mall, and Clyde just had to go in. He insisted I get something because he didn’t want to look like a pussy! It was his fault, I swear!”

    Not entirely, but close enough to the truth. Take that mom!

   Tweek fumed. Craig was honestly surprised he couldn’t see smoke coming off him. “Don’t blame this on Clyde! You and I both know he wouldn’t do that!”

    Somewhere, Craig knew his mother was laughing.

     Craig eyed the empty cup in his hand once more. Stupid Mocha-Carmel-skimmed-Latte’!

   “Okay, so maybe I was the one who dragged us in. It’s really not my fault though! Have you smelled these things? It’s like they melted chocolate and blended it to perfection. They set you up to! With those free samples! And everything smells so good; I couldn’t walk by and not get something. Not with that smell. That smell Tweek! Circling my nose!”

    Tweek huffed.  His own eyes narrowed as he eyed the traitorous item Craig held. “You know what this means Craig.”

    Craig flinched. He didn’t really knew what it meant, mostly because he’d never actually seen Tweek this pissed. He hoped whatever it was; it’d lead to hot make up sex. 

   Tweek stormed over. He grabbed the cup, glared at it for a good minute, before crushing it. The plastic that fell to the ground was happily meet with Tweek’s foot. He stomped on it for a good ‘nother minute before getting back to Craig.

   “You are a traitor to my family! A traitor Craig! If I told my parents about this, they’d shun you forever.  And do you know how traitors redeem themselves?”

   Tweek was nose to nose with his boyfriend now.

  Craig gulped. “Uh, good behavior?”

   “No.” Tweek got closer. Craig would’ve said it was hot if his life wasn’t in danger. “You are going to help me sabotage the enemy. Prove yourself to your side! You are going to crush them like the corporate run bugs that they are!”

   ‘Oh my God. Tweek has a backbone!’  Craig’s eyes were wide; he was starting to feel faint. This was unreal. Someone had to be playing a prank on him. His Tweek wasn’t suggesting he trash a company, was he?!

   “Tweek, I think you’re taking this a bit far-“

   Tweek jammed a finger against Craig’s chest. “I’m taking this too far? You’ve gone and done the worst possible thing in the world, and I’m the one who’s over-reacting!?”

   “Yes?”

  “No!”  Craig’s back hit a wall. He’d been slowly edging toward the door, but apparently his backwards-walking wasn’t the best. He’d missed it by about four feet. Tweek was almost salivating he was so angry. “You will clear yourself by killing the enemy! And you’ll do it by yourself,” Tweek added in a slightly calmer tone, “Because if I vandalized a building I might get arrested. If the police show up I might get shot! I can’t get shot!” Realizing he was losing his angry edge to paranoia, Tweek shook his head. “When you’re done, you will help out in the store!”

  Craig nodded. “Y-yeah.”

 “Tomorrow night.” Though Tweek wasn’t eye-level to Craig (even on his tip-toes) he still managed to look menacing.  The spastic twitches helped.

“Tomorrow night.” Craig agreed. Tweek stared into his eyes a little longer, before twirling on his heel and storming to their bedroom.  The door whirled behind him, smashing against the frame.

  “Guess that means I’m sleeping on the couch.” Craig sagged off the door, then glared at the stomped-upon cup. Stupid frickin’ Starbucks.

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    Craig couldn’t believe he was doing this. He couldn’t believe the amount of paint Tweek had made him buy, or even the enormous super-soaker. 

   How he was supposed to vandalize a Starbucks building with a super soaker, he didn’t know. Spraying paint like this was so seventh grade. Hell, he hadn’t touched a super soaker since seventh grade! His paintball gun was just so much more…manly.

  At the same time Craig was glad. Tweek avoided trouble like the plague, so when it came to causing it the blonde was lost. His ideas of “destroying the enemy” had been to do nothing more than spray some paint via the super soaker. If the thing even sprayed. Craig didn’t know if the newer models could even shoot paint.

   Whatever.  As long as it made Tweek happy.

    ‘Another downside,’ Craig reflected as he approached the Starbucks. ‘Is that Tweek made me wear all black.  I look like a damned criminal.’  We’re overlooking Craig’s rather long rep sheet and pretending he isn’t a criminal.

   Honestly, Craig was hoping no one was nearby. Not so much because he didn’t want to get caught, though that was a part of it. He hadn’t been arrested for tagging a building in years; he didn’t have the artistic talents for it.  Not to mention, the officers who made his arrest would laugh so hard he could probably slink away before he was noticed.

     It wouldn’t do any good, the police kept firm track of where Craig lived. There goes ignoring that rep sheet.

   No. Craig was embarrassed.

   He was pretty sure Benny and Len were on duty tonight.  If he got caught, they’d never let him live it down. (Craig, sadly, knows the majority of the police by know. As well as when each team is on duty.) They’d spread Craig’s latest arrest around the office. The police wouldn’t stop pestering him for weeks!

   It certainly didn’t help that the police also knew Craig’s relationship with Tweek. Hey, small towns an’ all. Tweek was also the one who tended to pick him up from jail now-a-days. Craig hadn’t actually been arrested for anything in a little over a year, which in all honesty made matters worse.

   See, Tweek had made him promise the last time he was arrested that he’d never do anything to get himself arrested again. And because the damn blonde had some serious weird hold over Craig, he simply couldn’t refuse.

    He promised.  In front of all the local officers. 

     Craig mentally groaned. He couldn’t get caught.

    “Tweek, do I have to do this?”

  Craig could’ve sworn the answering  “Yes” sounded satanic.

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    “Craig, you’re under arrest for violation of-“The sentence was cut off by poorly concealed laughter.  Ron took a deep breath and tried again. “Violation of tagging a Star-star-I can’t do this!”

    Craig glared at the older man from his place opposite the desk. “Just take my damn fingerprints.” He said. “I know what I’m under arrest for.”’ Stupid fucking Tweek and his stupid fucking plans and stupid FUCKING Starbucks!’

 The door to the interrogation room (if you called the small closet they were in an interrogation room. Craig could’ve sworn they stuck a desk in here just to piss him off further.) swung open. Another officer stepped in, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

    “I’m sure you’re aware,” Len started, “That you’re boyfriend tipped us off to your activities tonight.” ‘Activities’ was said with a giggle that was far too high for someone of Len’s weight.  Craig promptly told him so.

    The officer didn’t take offense. His grin did get bigger, though. “Tweek has also paid you’re bail as well as the fines you owe. You’re free to go Mr. Tucker.” Craig leapt to his feet, eager to get out. As he pushed past Len, the officer laughed. “Please refrain from vandalizing any more Starbucks, alright?”

    He flipped Len off.

   Craig stormed out to the main room of the station. Ignoring the fact he was the cause of the sudden explosion of poorly concealed laughter, he walked to a waiting Tweek.

    His blonde was standing near the information desk, foot tapping, arms crossed. His face told Craig however, that he had been forgiven.  He better damn well be at least. Craig caught himself thinking. If it gets out Tweek set me up and I let him get away with it, my reputation as a hardass will disappear faster than Stan and Kyle did.

   The two lovers had run off to Las Vegas last year, to get married. They’d then relocated to New York and refused to listen to any pleas for them to return, when everyone in South Park finally managed to track them down. Craig honestly didn’t blame them.

      “What have we learned?” Tweek asked.

     Craig mumbled his answer as he retried his items from the holding desk. Which doubled as the information desk, the front desk, and any other types of desks you could think of.  

   Tweek’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Say it louder.”

    Craig sighed, turning to face his boyfriend. “Don’t buy Starbucks.” He said, defeated.

    The laughter that followed the two out of the police station would haunt Craig’s dreams for the rest of his life. Or at the very least, the rest of the year.

• "The Twins". According to leaked daily call sheets Michael Bay claimed he faked,^[71] they begin the film by combining into an ice cream van and later accompany Bumblebee to find Jetfire at the Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center.^[56] By that point they have reformatted into a Chevrolet Beat and Chevrolet Trax.^[72][73] The Beat's license plate reads "Skids", possibly indicating its final name,^[74] while the other Twin's name will be determined in post-production,^[75] as the dialogue can be re-recorded with the animation.^[76]