User blog:Tdiandrockmusic2/*poofs back into existence*

Iiiiiiiii'mmmmm baaaaaaccck! After a weekend trip to the Outer Banks, I'm back and ready to write! SN3 is underway as we speak, and this rather large "tidbit" should tide over my fans: Gid, Sprink, Gigi, Spenny, and Sunshine. You five rock! XD

Izzy and I walked into the room, still chatting over what happened today.

“I still can’t believe Noah and Courtney hate each other. I’m wondering what fiasco I missed and how on Earth I missed it. Izzy misses no crisis!” Izzy proclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

“Please Hose Beast,” I retorted, “People fight all the time. I sure as heck do.”

“True, but Noah and Courtney have been friends ever since the sandbox. Courtney bossed Noah into building sandcastles which she foreclosed and demolished!”

“It’s finally occurred to me why Courtney has no friends; she’s a bigger dweeb than Harold.

“Oh come on, didn’t you do stuff back in kindergarten that you considered dorky in retrospect?” Izzy asked.

“Well… uh… nothing I remember,” I replied.

“Oh really Heather? I’m sure you-“ Izzy was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. Her eyes widened.

“Uh, who is it?” I asked.

“Oh crap, it’s Courtney. What should I do?”

Um… prank call her. It’s what I did when I was six. She’ll most likely call a different number!”

“How?”

“I’ll tell you later, you have a persona?”

“Um…” after a second, Izzy said, “Yes.”

She pressed the call button on her phone, and pressed another button. She put her finger to her lips for a split second, and I knew what she was doing.

“Hell-o, this is Kalindy,” she said in a pretty convincing Indian accent, “How may I fix your computer?”

“Izzy, I’m really not in the mood for any antics today,” an exasperated Courtney said through the phone’s speaker.

“No, I am not Izzy, I am Kalindy. Does your computer have a virus?” she replied calmly.

“''Does my computer have a virus? ''What do you think, IZZY!”

“Again, I am not this Izzy of which you speak. I am Kalindy. You sound like you have a virus. People who have viruses are very angry. Especially with those ones that randomly make porn sites come up. That happened once, and I had to go to therapy. Do you have that virus? I hear it lurks around uberfanstories.com in the ads, and…”

“Ugh, that’s ENOUGH Izzy. I’ve had a bad day, after a bad evening in which a friend dumped soda on me for something in retrospect, is absolutely true.”

“Oh no, why exactly did your friend dump soda on you? I don’t know about soda in America, but I know it’s hard to get out of a sari here in India.”

“We live in Canada, ''Kalindy. ''You know my name.”

“Oh… um… is it Ashley?” Izzy asked.

“NO! It’s Courtney Marris Izzy. Quit it!”

“How many times do I have to tell you, you silly American; I am not Izzy, I am Kalindy. What is the problem with your computer?” “Kalindy’s” voice was getting more and more exasperated; apparently Courtney divine powers of annoyance were even affecting one of Izzy’s alter-egos.

“What is your problem with talking to me, Izzy or Ka-whatever or whoever you are?”

“You still will not tell me what is wrong with your computer! That is why I do not wish to talk to you. I am about to transfer you to my colleague Indira Mogoyogaswami, she has more patience,” Izzy said, pointing towards me. I shook my head no very, very rapidly.

Izzy mouthed “Fine” at me, and said, “Oh, I am sorry, Indira Mogoyogaswami just ran away screaming into the dangerous urban street, so I am hanging up. Call 1-892-451-794 to take a survey about my performance. Good day, and may you be forced to only be able to access porn sites whenever you use a computer!”

Izzy hung up the phone.

“Wow,” she said, “She’s getting worse. She won’t even go along to a joke. She knows all Indian computer-fixer people and any employee of a US company that from outside the US go by John. No gender exceptions.”

“Please Izzy, nobody knows of all your not-even baked schemes in advance. Courtney’s ticked right now; and who knows when she’ll calm down. This is Courtney we’re talking about. Her rage knows no bounds. Remember when Duncan broke up with her in the 8th grade?”

“And she sang You Oughta Know at the talent show at the last minute? Who’s going to forget that?”

“She actually got detention for scaring people with all that concentrated anger. Not that it wasn’t awesome of course. She earned props there, even then.”

“You know Heather, I think after today, I consider you a friend.

I hesitated. Be friends? With Psycho Hose Beast? Never… but this was fun… in a twisted, demented, utterly bizarre way. So I did something I thought I’d never do.

“Sure Ps.. Izzy. I guess we’re friends now. See you at Sings and Wings place of yours.”

“Wings and Sings Heather, Wings and Sings. I’ll see you there.”

And yet as I left, I felt very happy. These definitely were strange times…

Well, there's SN for you! I should have the whole thing finished in two days at this rate. And TDRetold comes after that. It's half done or somewhere around that, but it's stalled, perhaps due to a bad challenge choice. But it'll get done, I swear! (Sunny, if that sounds familiar, please tell me.XD)

So I'l be writing as I get over my massive sunburn on my back. But beginning on the 23rd, for five days, I'll be off the wiki completely. Just a heads up.

That's all for today, RETURN TO YOUR REAL LIVES!