Keep Calm and Carry On.

This semester. Oh My Gosh. I loved the photography projects. Not a huge fan of all the typing excercizes, but the blogging and projects were fun. I loved the class over all, not just for the projects, but also the people. There's a lot of people in here that I didn't see in first semester, and that made the class interesting. I made new friends through out this semester, and that's great.
This semester overall was great, projects and everything. Most people would probably agree with me that all of the people in class made it even greater. And that includes Mrs. DeBolt~

Computer Center

Carry On My Wayward Sons.

Life as a hunter isn't easy. It's a bunch of killing, saving and running.
Trust me, I'd know. I'm there with them. Sam and Dean, that is.
Sometimes I'm home.
Sometimes with the Doctor.
Sometimes with Sherlock and John.
Life is interesting.
Especially for me.

"I don't get why people are afraid to get messy. It's blood. It comes out."
Sam just rolled his eyes, "You know, you're really sarcastic."
I smirked, "Well, gee! I couldn't tell!" How was that for sarcasm, Sammy?
Dean chuckled, "She's around us too much."
The Doctor walked into the diner we were in and grinned, "Ah, there you are." He patted my head, "Been a while."
I chuckled softly, "Only a month." I was always between 'keepers'. I stood, saying bye to Sam and Dean as I walked toward the door. I opened the door and bit my lip, coming face-to-face with Sherlock.
He looked to Sam and Dean, "The TARDIS is gone, the Impala's been vandalized.
We all rushed outside.
I sighed softly, "Moriarty's back..."

SuperWhoLock - Impala by ~PhantomKat813 on deviantART

A New Sort Of Pixar Movie

Once upon a time there was a man. A normal looking man. Nothing was normal for him. Everyday, he fought monsters. Lots. Little ones, big ones, weird ones who looked like him. His name is Sam Winchester. One day, something was different. Normal monster fights. Normal arguments with his brother. Something was different though. This monster wasn't...well, a monster. It was me. Because of that, I was beat up and douced in holy water. Lovely fun, isn't it? When he found that I wasn't reacting to the water, he began the questions.

"Who are you?"
"What's it to you?"
"It would be help ful if you would tell me. Now, what's your name?"
"Abbie,"

That's how it began. My hunting experiences.

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Sam Winchester - Supernatural...

There Goes The Baker With His Tray Like Always

Everything. Everything is always the same in this place. The baker, the bread, the books, the flowers, the people... everything.
Walking through a field, Belle came around something different. Nothing was different. Everything seemed to be set in stone. Had she found her adventure in the great wide somewhere?
She did indeed.
She stepped closer to the new...something. She looked up, examining the blue box that stood in front of her now.
Belle pondeered what could have been inside, "When did this-"
She was cut off by the doors opening in front of her, a man standing face-to-face with her.
"Hello!" He grinned, "I'm the Doctor! Now, you you could be a dear and tell me where I am, and the year, that would be magnificent!"
"You're...You're in France. In the year seventeen hundred and fifty-two."
"Oh, lovely. Right where I wanted to be!"
"Who are you? A doctor of what? Doctor who?"
"Exactly! Now, how would you like to get away from here?"

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Part Of Your World

"What's this?" I swam toward the new treasure that had appeared under the sea. I touched the black strip at the top, reading the writing, "Police...Box?" I pouted my lips in confusion, "What's a police and why does it have a box?" I jolted back when the doors of the box opened, revealing a lanky man inside.
He grinned, "Hello!" He looked at me, a look of confusion overcoming him. He stepped out, but had a certain boundary that he couldn't pass for some reason, "Fish woman? No-no. That's not it..." He trailed off as I swam around the Box, inspecting it. Wondering why it was dry under all this water.
"Mermaid!" He exclaimed as I came back around, "A pretty one."
I bit my lip, looking at him, "Who are you? And how are you breathing? You're at the bottom of an ocean!"
He looked around a bit, "So I am..." He shrugged and grinned, "Now, tell me..."
I nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"Have you seen anything...strange?"
"You mean like a man in a 'Police Box?' under water?"

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