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1. You must post these rules.

2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves in their journal

3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.

4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.

5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged him/her.

6. No tag backs.

7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you are reading this." You legitimately have to tag 11 people.

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1. What were you doing at exactly 7:39 AM last Thursday?
I was dancing with my new friends at The Alley. WOOWOO!

2. Normal potatoes or purple potatoes?
Purple potatoes!

3. What is your favorite book/book series?
Hmmmm, now that's a toughie. It's a tie between Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl, Lorien Legacies, the Hunger Games, and the Doctor Who novels. XD
4. Who inspires you the most?
Honestly, the Doctor. He's just so brave and kind and sweet, even through all the horrible things he's done and lived through, and he still goes on every day, saving people and changing lives. He still sees all the good in the universe, and the good in its people/aliens. He inspires me every day.
5. Do you play Pokemon? If not, you better start.
No, and I don't really want to. I'm just not a gaming sort of nerd. XD
6. Who is your favorite pony from My Little Pony?
I don't want MLP, either. I watched it once, and it was cute and all, but I just wasn't hooked. :/
7. If you were from another planet, what planet would that be?
GALLIFREY!!!!!! Because being a Time Lady would be The Coolest Thing Ever.
8. You see a group of hipsters kicking a cactus while walking home one day. What do you do?
Advise that they remove all the needles from the cactus to avoid a lot of pain in their feet.
9. Narwhals versus Unicorns. Who wins?
Unicorns. Definitely.
10. What is your favorite media of art?
Traditional. Don't get me wrong, I think digital art is freaking awesome, and I love photography, but traditional has always been my favorite. Getting your hands covered in paint or clay or graphite is half the fun for me!
11. Derp?
De derp.

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Those unlucky enough to be tagged by me must answer these questions! Muahahaha.

1. Harry Potter or Twilight?

2. Books or movies?

3. What's your favorite color?

4. Do you watch Doctor Who? If yes, who is your favorite companion? If not, I highly suggest that you do.

5. Who's your favorite actor to play the Doctor?

6. What's your OTP?

7. Do you like drawing people, aliens, or animals best?

8. If you could become the opposite gender for a day, what's the first thing you would do?

9. What is your favorite movie?

10. What is your favorite and least favorite pairing (from any fandom)?

11. You are on your way to the bathroom in school and you come across a multi-colored, scaly, three-inch-tall alien in a silver jumpsuit riding a six-legged horse-cat who wants to kidnap your best friend to develop a cure for a disease on his home planet. What do you do?

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Now for the taggededed:



(Okay so it's not 11 people...deal with it. )

YO TENGO MUCHO SUENO Y NO PUEDO DORMIR! ES MUY MOLESTO!

Yo creo que yo no puedo dormir porque yo tengo una prueba de hablar en espanol manana, y es mas dificil para mi hablar en espanol que leer o escribir. Mis padres y mi abuela se dicen que mi espanol es buena, pero no estoy de acuerdo. No es dificil para mi pensar en espanol, pero es dificil hablar en espanol...si eso tiene razon...

Yo estudie para mi prueba, pero no ayudame. Yo espero que esta revista puede ayudarme dormir.

Lo siento para mi espanol, estoy usando una computadora de los estados unidoes y no tiene accentos, yo use Google Translator para algunas palabras, y yo no soy muy fluido en espanol todovia. >.>


Rough Translation:
I AM VERY TIRED AND I CAN'T SLEEP! IT'S VERY ANNOYING!

I think I can't sleep because I have a speaking test in Spanish tomorrow, and it's harder for me to speak in Spanish that it is for me to read or write in Spanish. MY parents and my grandma say that my Spanish is good, but I don't agree. It's not hard for me to think in Spanish, but it's hard for me to speak in Spanish...if that makes sense...

I studied for my test, but it didn't help me. I hope that this journal will help me sleep.

I am sorry for my Spanish, I'm using an American computer and it doesn't have accents, I used Google Translator for some words, and I am not very fluid in Spanish yet. >.>

Megamind slowly opened his sleepy eyes and turned his giant blue head on the soft pillow, expecting to see Roxanne lying peacefully next to him in the bed they had been sharing for the past few months, but only saw her pillow. Panic seized him.

It had been a long time since anyone had troubled his beloved Metro City (which he still pronounced Metrocity, to the amusement of Roxanne and the annoyance of Metro City’s populace), no doubt thanks to his amazing hero skills, as he often told Roxanne. Was it possible that a new villain had kidnapped Roxanne?

Assuming this was the case, guilt mixed with the panic in Megamind. What kind of hero was he if he could sleep peacefully while his girlfriend was kidnapped from his very bed? Fury then replaced the guilt and panic. How dare they kidnap his Roxanne! No one, no one, kidnapped his Roxanne and got away with it!

He jumped out of bed then summoned a few brainbots to fetch him his suit. He was going to go save Roxanne.
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He was just about to rev up the flying motorcycle when Minion walked in. “Uh, sir? Where are you going? Are you aware that your suit’s on backwards? Do you want something to eat before you leave? What should I tell Roxanne?”

“I’m going to go save Roxanne; no, I was not a-weer; how could I eat anything when the love of my life is in per-uhl; and what do you mean ‘tell Roxanne?’ SHE’S BEEN KIDNAPPED!” Megamind was screaming by the time he was done answering all of Minion’s questions.

Minion regarded his master with a look of utter confusion. “Um, sir, with all due respect, no she’s not. She woke up quite early this morning and did not want to disturb you, so she grabbed a cup of coffee and a blanket for her shoulders and told me she was just going to wander around the Lair. She told me to tell you when you woke up not to worry and that she would be in the living room watching television when she was done. Would you like to have breakfast now or would you like to wait for Miss Ritchi?”

Megamind was staring at Minion in shock. “So you mean to tell me that this entire time, Roxanne, Miss Nosy-Reporter, has been wandering around the once-Evil Lair, which is still full of dangerous machinery, AND YOU LET HER?! HOW COULD YOU, MINION?”

Minion suddenly seemed to realize the implications of having a nosy reporter wander around a dangerous lair. “SIR, WE HAVE TO FIND HER!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU! Okay, you check the west side and I’ll check the east side. Send one of the brainbots if you find her! GO!” Megamind shouted as he ran down a hallway, screaming for his beloved.

Okay, if I were an intelligent, beautiful, nosy reporter like Roxanne with an infinite amount of time inside of the awesomest Lair ever, where would I go first? Thought Megamind as he ran, checking room after room. Then he stopped short as he remembered the one room he had not told anyone about, except for Minion. The one room that he would hate the most for anyone to find, filled with the deepest secret he held clutched in his skinny, blue chest, the one he knew would lead to his demise one day. No, she couldn’t have found that room. Oh please, please, do not let her have found that room. He started running down a thin hallway that most people would have missed if they were not looking for it. Then he realized how smart his Roxanne was, and how bad his luck always seemed to be. He ran still faster. At the end of the hallway, he opened a near invisible trap door in the floor and climbed down a very long flight of stairs, tripping about halfway down, and falling the rest of the way to the bottom.

Having felt no pain due to extra-tough skin, he leaped up and easily walked through a complicated labyrinth that ultimately lead to a steel, sound-proof door. He placed his hand on the scanner, typed in an eighteen number password, knocked a complicated beat on the right side of the door, unlocked a padlock with a key he kept on a key ring on a chain around his neck, and finally pushed open to find Roxanne with her back to him, seemingly frozen and staring at the single object in the center of the room.

He ran to her side and shook her. “Roxanne! Roxanne, are you okay? Roxanne, answer me! Please, Roxanne! ROXANNE!”

She jumped at his yell and looked between him and the giant black grand piano sitting in the center of the room. “Megamind,” she whispered, “is this yours?” She pointed a shaking finger to the piano.

Megamind hung his head in shame. “Yes,” he mumbled.

His girlfriend stared at him, many emotions flitting across her face at once. Shock, delight, anger, more delight, surprise, but finally settling on a mixture of confusion and hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because…because…I was ashamed. Evil villains don’t play instruments, and heroes don’t have time. I thought you would be mad because I never told you so I never did,” he mumbled, still looking at his shoes. She was silent for a long time before I giggle escaped her lips. He was infuriated! How dare she laugh at his shame! He looked at her and she had the humility to look abashed. “Why are you laughing at me?” he demanded.

She smiled again, “Well, because, I never thought…you of all people could-”

“Play a musical instrument?” he finished for her, still looking angry.

“Well, yes,” she agreed.

“So you think just because I’m an alien, I can’t play an instrument? For your information, Metro Man retired just to pursue music, if you don’t remember. So why can’t I play the piano?” he demanded again.

She blushed, “That’s not what I meant at all. I only meant that it just wasn’t something I could see you doing.”

“Hmph,” was all he said before he marched over to the grand piano and dramatically sat on the bench, sweeping his cape from underneath him as a pianist about to perform would. He motioned for her to sit next to him and prepared to play. Once she was seated, he took a deep breath and placed his hands on the keys.

She gasped as sound emanated from the grand piano. It was a song she knew well, one she loved and had since she was a little girl and her mother played for her. His hands moved swiftly, gracefully, as he played “Für Elise” by Beethoven. Tears collected at the corners of her eyes as she listened to his beautiful playing. It sounded as though he was pouring his heart out into the piece, and when she looked at his face, she noticed his eyes were closed and it did look like he was pouring his heart into the song. His eyebrows moved with the crescendos and decrescendos and his lips seemed to mouth the notes; it might have been comical if he were not playing so beautifully.     

As the song came to a close, she would have asked him to play it for her again if she had not been robbed of her voice. For the first time in the young reporter’s life, she was speechless.

Megamind looked at her awestruck face and smirked. “Told you so.”

Okay, one of the first Megamind fanfictions I ever wrote. Hope you enjoyed it!

Megamind and "Für Elise" do not belong to me!

I wrote this ages ago and I thought it would be perfect for a "first post" here. Sorry to anyone who paints like this!

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Lila walked down the hallway, completely unaffected by the pieces of artwork surrounding her. As her gaze went from colorful splatter of paint to colorful splatter of paint, she tried to grasp the meaning behind each. She could see none. Each seemed pointless, meaningless, a complete waste of paint and canvas.

Why was I forced here?  She thought as her classmates 'oohed' and 'aahed' at the random strokes of color. Why must I stroll through these halls of contemporary "art" and pretend to be amazed at the paintings that could have been painted be two-year-olds?  She would rather be right down the street in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. A place where real art was displayed, art that had meaning, that captured your attention and kept you wondering why that particular scene was painted, or why the artist had chosen that particular woman to sculpt. If only she could be there, among true art. Not this place of random squiggles and lines, of chaos through color.

She sighed and sat down on the uncomfortable white bench and prayed for the day to end soon.