Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Skank, my Foot

Finally. I have been saved by the X-Men, though it took them forever.

After many years of scheduling and collaboration, Betsy, Storm and I finally got around to having a press conference regarding my attire. Aparently it also served as intervention.

We sat down and sipped our tea lightly. A man toward the back of the crowd raised his hand after a while. "Yes?" I called, raising a brow at him.

He adjusted his glasses. "Miss Frost?" he began, "Is it true that you only wear corset variations?"

"Of course not. When I was teaching my Generation X students, I wore a full body suit and such. And the outfit I am in now is quite tasteful."

After a few more questions, I was rudely interrupted by a hysterical mother. "YOU ARE A SKANK!" she yelled at me.

My lip quivered in rage. "What makes me any different than them!" I pointed at Betsy and Ororo.

"Well..." she began, the room becoming silent, "Miss Braddock is a ninja. And Miss Munroe was never evil."

I glared. "How can a ninja sodding well be sneaky in a bathing suit variation? And Ororo had horid hair in the 80's." She was about to say something but I stopped her. "They aren't the only only one's who dress like tramps either! There's Rahne, Tessa, Wanda, Rachel, and Polaris. Even the sodding boys joined in! Logan ran around in boxers. Bobby only wore a speedo under his iceform in the early days. Piotr wore a codpiece. Remy has wandered the corridors in boxers. Hell, even Jean and the Professor have been scantily clad."

No one in the room seem too pleased with my retaliation. I pushed a few of their bliss buttons and they all fell to the ground, asleep. "Infants." I hissed, leaving.

And before I forget...

Four Jobs You’ve Had In Your Life
Dancer
Student
Teacher
On again off again Villain

Four Places You’ve Lived
Boston, Massachusetts
Empire State Dorms
Hellfire Club House
The X-Men Mansion

Four TV Shows You Love To Watch
Project Runway
America's Next Top Model
The Madness of Henry VIII Documentary
American Idol

Four Places You’ve Been On Vacation
London
Astral Plane
Genosha
Madripoor

Four Blogs You Visit Daily
Professor Xavier
Jean Grey-Summers
Selene
Northstar

Four Of Your Favorite Foods
Salade
Martinis
Sushi
Chocolate

Four Places You’d Rather Be
San Fransisco, Californina
Quebec, Canada
Paris, France
Rome, Italy

Four Albums You Can’t Live Without
I make my own album's dear...

Four Vehicles You’ve Owned
A white limo
A black limo
That darling town car
Mustang convertable

Four People To Be Tagged
Jean Grey-Summers
Selene
Northstar
Scarlet Witch

Sunday, January 08, 2006

And here's the pitch

Alright, so I began posting. Jean had given me a pep talk over AOL, so I decided to give it another shot.

The other day, I was attending Rachel's charity baseball game. It wasn't fun at all for me, at least. That little lemning was quite over zealous and would not stop bashing my baseball skills, of which I have none.

As the game started, I took my position and kept focus on Rachel. She had a devilish smile across her face, so I scowled at her. She wound the pitch and the ball hard. Fortunately, the ball was out of the strikezone. "Ball one!" the umpire called.

"Made you flinch Emma darling." Rachel laughed. I narrowed my eyes even more. I'd have to deal with her later.

I noticed she was beginning to wind another pitch. The crowd was cheering and I was deeply upset. Scott was yelling at me and it was beginning to irritate me. I gripped my bat tighter and concentrated on Rachel's puny mind. She was going in for another fastball. I tweaked her mind just at the right moment, throwing her aim off.

"Ball two!" the umpire called again.

I smirked while Rachel glowered at me. "Cheater!" she yelled accusingly.

"Skank!" I spat. She started running at me, about to knock me over. Sensing this, I turned diamond and cracked my bat over her head. We began attacking eachother's mind after this. And then, after our minds were exhausted, we began throwing punches. Of course I won that bout. Scott and Logan had to drag us away from eachother. But at least I taught that little tart a life lesson, never mess with Auntie Emma.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

How dare you all...

I have decided that I shall be leaving the blogging communitiy shortly. I know you'll be sad to see me leave, but it is your own fault really. Me and my "blogging buddy", also aptly named Emma, have decided that we can no longer take the insensitive nature of the group.

I hate the way that insensitive twit Gaia picked on me from day one and now Professor Xavier is insinuating that I am a whore. I find it gravely distasteful as I would never go after a man who is happily married especially for a competition. I tried to use this blog to show that I am a person with real emotions. But now, thanks to some grievenses, I have become utterly offended.

Perhaps I will return one day. You never know. But for now, I cannot take the insufferable cruelty that has been so carelessly bestowed upon me.