Patriotism.

We must be patriotic, remember what we fight for. And not just "remember" but we must DO something. we can't just sit there. And, while most times when people think of patriotism they think of patriotism to the country that we live in now, we must also remember the country that we have lived in for so much longer. The kingdom of God. Thomas Jefferson once said, "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." Now, while there are some aspects to this I don't like, it's relevant to what I'm talking about. We must act, we must rekindle the fires in people. If we live without the awakenings then we do not live. While sometimes people need to see the loss before they will do anything, sometimes we must feel the power of God for us to be energized. we can not constantly feel the spirit super powerfully, it goes up and down. But these cycles of the spirit are like the blood on the liberty tree, it reawakens us. And through many of these reawakanings we can come closer to god.

Work.

Well, almost done with the biology study guide, its nice to just have an entire day that I can just WORK straight.
I like to think that if everyday was like this then I could actually get some work done.... as it is I have to drive into the highschool every day and waste half my day doing choir. :/
And I LOVE choir! its so fun!! but I'm thinking about not doing it next semester so I can really do some awesome school stuff.
But yeah! :D
at the moment I'm reading a Tale of two cities. I've read about half of it before.... and it was okay, I read a summary and think that it SHOULD be awesome.... but he's so long winded :P

Story.

Alright, so today I'm going to post a short short story I wrote in about an hour last night.

1:59 AM

(About two hours till the firing of the Uzbekistan death ray)

Srethneth Ran down the hall. He couldn’t be caught. The fate of the United States depended on him being able to find the Sophiastone. The Sophiastone or sometimes called the wisdom giver held the collective knowledge of 88 years of human civilization stored within it. Now the Neo-Romans had control of it. They had used the information within to create a giant gun that fired a projectile that could wipe the entire USA off the face of the earth. It wasn’t nuclear, that haven’t been used for YEARS. It was a Nano-biological weapon that killed only human life, if the shockwave of Nano’s hit you they immediately traveled to your brain and sliced the part that kept you alive, the part that told your heart to keep beating. The worst thing was that these Neo-Romans had some way of controlling the Nano-bots; they could make them stay in America, or just drop dead when they were done…

He had short blond hair. He was tall and skinny, but he wasn’t scrawny. He was wearing a white shirt and a black jacket over it. He had been in here for hours, walking through hallway after metal hallway. Finally, he turned a corner and there it was, the door he had been looking for. He typed the code that he had been given and it smoothly slid into the wall. It opened into a stairwell traveling upwards. He took the steps two at a time and then stopped before the door at the top. Oddly, the door was made of wood, not metal. Taking out a long thin piece of metal he inserted it into the crack between the door and the doorframe. Looking like it melted into the crack the metal instrument molded itself into a shape that would fit and the end of it barely peaked out the other end. Srethneth tapped into the little camera with his glasses and saw what was in the room. Seven guards surrounded a man at a computer; he was typing commands into a control tab. He glanced at his watch, 2:34, it said. Only an hour and a half left. He pulled a gun out of its holster. It was a semi-automatic pistol, holding 13 bullets one more than the standard version. Some Men preferred the newer Lasers and, while they were okay for cutting through armor, a shielded mirror could stop them. He pulled the metal rod out of the door and inserted the other end into the lock.

Click.

He spun to the side of the door as seven gunshots rang out and punctured the wooden door. As chance would have it, one had smashed through the doorknob and blown the door open. Srethneth dived into the room and fired seven shots in quick succession. After the seventh guard fell to the earth with a bullet hold in his chest Srethneth turned his attention to the man in the chair by the computer, and immediately dived out of the way. The sound of a gun firing echoed off the walls and there was a sharp pain in Srethneth’s right hand. His gun having flown out of his hand when it was shot the invader dived towards the new opponent. Before the small gun could be reloaded for another shot The computer man was face down on the ground, hands pined behind his back. “Hello TeZensor” Srethneth said. “Hello good sir. And how do you do this fine, fine morning?” TeZensor looked old, perhaps in his sixties. He had snow white hair and a small beard, and he was wearing a purple suit coat. “Good.” Replied Srethneth, “But I’d be better if my hand didn’t have a hole in it!” taking out a pair of grav-cuffs he secured TeZensor’s hands and then looked at his own. The bullet hole was right in-between two bones. Yet, miraculously, the bullet had not touched either one. He attached a Nano-Band-Aid to it and hoped that it would heal fast enough for him to use sometime soon….

and thats all I have for now