Confession

Okay, folks, I’m back and I’m sorry.
I mean, let's face it, you all knew the truth. You were just waiting for me to buck up and admit it, right?
Well, I’ve been gone because, honestly, I was grounded from the computer. (Not all that time, some of it was because I was just super busy, and some was because I was thinking of how to word this email.) Yes, by my parents. Or, well, my dad and stepmom, anyway. I’m really, really, really sorry for all the lame excuses and lying and crap about being a bird kid or whatever.
It started off as just a blog, a place to vent and just kind of use my imagination, be the person I wanted to be for a little bit. I didn't have any audience except this girl named "max ride", and she left after only a month or two. But then one thing followed another and suddenly there’re a bunch of people that all think I’m some awesome avian-human, and I guess I got carried away with it, and didn’t want to let it go.
So I lied, which is an terrible and awful thing to do, and I’m just really sorry. I hope you’ll forgive me at some point in your/my life/lives. Please. I’m still the same person—Spencer, Mudd (which really is my nickname at school, for the same reason I told you), Spence, etc., just without the wings.
My "flock" is real, too, just (again) without the wings. Turtle, Sting, and Ray are, in that order, Mackenzie (Kennie, Kenzie), Mitchell (Mitch) and Michael (Mike). They’re my siblings, and their ages, appearances, etc. are all correct.
Shawn’s my cousin, whose ‘rents were on a vacation for a few, and I decided to “visit” him, when really he was living with us for a while. He looks and is how I told you he was, too. And when he was on the meebo, it really was him.
Alexis and Skye are my two best friends from school. The names are right, but Skyler (yes, spelled with an "e", not "a") goes by his middle name, Nathan, or (usually) just Nate.
Again, I'm really sorry for all the crap, and, again, I hope you'll forgive me. I know I don't deserve it.

-Spencer (which really is my name.)

Yo.

Yo. Too lazy (duh) to expound. But yo.

-Spence
P.S: I was here. Yes. I was. 10/6/9 or whatever the hell that password thing was.

Okay, okay, okay.

So, um, people wanna know if I'm alive and stuff. Guess what? Readers: Durrrrr.... Pie! No, not pie. It's that... *drumroll* I'm dead! Yup, I got run over by a semi-trailer, and now I'm writing to you from heaven. Pretty nice place, I gotta say.

No, no, I'm fine. Chilling in, well, somewhere in the U.S.A, anyway. (Yes indeedy, I'm back to being paranoid. Welcome back Paranoid Spencer.) And I'm fine, and Turtle is fine, and the twins are fine, and Raven, Finn, and Shane are still being idiots, and Skye and Lexi are chilling somewhere else because I told them they didn't have to hang with us, and they were like "Mkay," and then they left. But yeah... life is boring. And stuffs.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo this is my check-in post. Because I feel like it. And people are wondering. And no, if you people want to know, I haven't read the post about Steven's group and Jo's group. I've just heard about it. And it sucks eggs. But we'll live, and they might live, and it's just life, I guess. Sorry for those pessimistic people, but honestly. People die, people get kidnapped. You hear about it on the news all the time.

Aaaaand that's all for now. I'll try to be on often-ish, but I really doubt I'll be able to. But yeah, I'm alive. Woo hoo.

Fly yo' highest, peepsuls.
-Spencer out.

Well, then.

Well, then. My only form of communication is posting and comments and yet NO ONE COMMENTS. It's amazing how weird that is.

I mean, seriously, people. I'm bored, I'm worried, and I think I'm about to collapse from exhaustion, and the one thing I try to do is get on here. That's the one thing that I'm wasting my energy on.

And yet, do I get any thanks? NOOOOO. May the gods help me so I don't find you all and sic my angry (considerably smaller than it's supposed to be, but still ANGRY) band of mutants on you. >:( There. I made my >:( face at you. Ha.

So, yeah, I even stopped by a cybercafe today, to see if the computer there accessed the meebo, and of course it did, and of course no one was on there. So now I'm just being bored. And... yeah.

-Spence
P.S: I didn't use my favorite emote at ALL during that whole post. Amazing!!! xD Oops, I used it.

So.

So. I haven't been posting lately, because I'm out doing stuff, but now I've deigned it time to post yet again. (Okay, that sounded really dumb with the "doing stuff" and the "deigned it time" and all. xD) Anyways, I'm still on that dude's laptop, because I feel like it.

No, no, really it's because ITEX sucks and has probably figured out how to track my laptop whenever it boots up. Therefore, my laptop is sitting in a cave located somewhere in the United States of America. Some people know where, some people don't.

Now on to more random topics.
...
OH, MY GODS!! I don't have anything insanely random to say! :O The world shall end soon! Eth!
...
Wait, wait, I got it. "Coinky-dink" is the weirdest sort-of-word EVER. It's not cool, exactly, but not NOT cool, either. Just... weird. Yeah. How did I think of that? you ask? Weeeeeeell, cuz Kaliyan has it in her story, that's why! And it's a cooliawetastiliscious story, at that!

Twin Telepathy, by the by, is a WICKED AWESOME name for a story about two telepathic peoplez who are like sisters. Who came up with that? Rae? Kali? Em? I don't know, but they've got it going. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand... I can think of naught else to talk about.

Fly Yo' Highest!
-Spencah
P.S: Meebo hateths this computer. I apologize for any inconvinience that may cause. The end.

Still not here

Well, my flock is STILL not here. But I don't care any more. If they don't want to show the hell up where and when they're supposed to, then so be it. I'm going back to Shawn's - even if he IS... in trouble, then I still want to know. If he isn't, hooray. If he is, I'm getting him OUT of trouble. It's time for action.

I might be on less than ever, in these next few weeks. Count my presence as a gift from me, because I'm not using my laptop - I'm using this random dude's, and it's dang slow, and won't connect to Meebo hardly EVER. So yeah.

That's it. I just wanted to warn you. I'll try to put on my happy facade, but I'm afraid it's slightly dented.

-Spence

Code

Okay, this post is a lot more laid-back and random than my last one. I'm good now. The dude whose laptop I'm borrowing is reading over my shoulder, as I've told multiple people already. So yeah. ANYWAY, this situation got me thinking: What if one of us needs to get a message to another person (in the Resistance) without someone else (out of the Resistace) knowing what we mean?

Well, I figure we should make a code. Kinda like the one that J.P. mentions in the 3rd book, ya know? So, yeah... I can't start making up the code right now, or Guy (the dude whose laptop I'm borrowing) would know the code. So, people, start commenting! I need creative, totally random code-words for common words that we might need to say to someone else.
Example (it's dumb. I can't do a good one. *points to Guy*:
Hybrid = chocolate chip. i.e: Is he a chocolate chip?

So, yep, comment away, people!
-Spence

My Sitch

Ok, so I was on Gtalk for a little bit, but it backfired on me and that computer, like, shut down on me. I've swapped now. Can't tell you where I am, for obvious reasons. Sorry for the curtness and the choppy sentences, if there are some, but I'm kinda in a hurry. I've gotta just get the info across to you, quickly and painlessly.

So, info that I can share with you:
First of all, I'm still in Indiana. I'm not really in Hobart like I said, but I'm pretty close to it, anyway. Sky, Lex, my miniflock, and I are all okay, but we're getting damned impatient; it's been a freakin' WEEK. I mean, come ON, people! Raven, Finn, and Shane are really fast fliers, so it couldn't be THAT. But they'd have sent word if they were in trouble: Raven's telepathic, but not with people, with birds. Mainly - you guessed it, probably - ravens. And pigeons, evidently.
Secondly, I left my laptop, as well as a bunch of other stuff, in a secreter (yeah, yeah, it's not a word. Who cares?) location than our meeting spot, and so did everyone else. In short: no laptop. I'm on some random guy's computer, which I literally borrowed from him. He's right here, watching me, to make sure I don't nick it. Which I wanted to, but this guy's no fool. So wah.
Thirdly... uh... okay, I forgot. Oops. xDD

ANYWAY, you're welcome for the lovely post. Adios.
Fly Your Highest!
-Spence
P.S: I'm still boreded.

Can you spell BORED?

I can. Very well. Because I've been writing it on the cave wall for like 4 hours now. Skye, Lex, Turtle, Sting, and Ray are all out on flag duty - not one of them stayed behind. NOT ONE. Now, please tell me, does it REALLY take 5 people to see 3 people flying through the air and direct said 3 people to a cave in a stone cliff? Does it?

Because if it does, well, I guess I'll just forget all the times I've done it single-handedly, the other 3 lounging around. Well, I'd much prefer to be out there than in here, being bored and watching one of them, once in a while, swoop by the cave entrance, wave, then disappear again.

Okay. I know you want to know where I am. Well, guess what? Yep, you got it: I can't tell you. It's this secret location in Indiana that only my flock and I know about. Well, only my flock and I know it's our secret location.

By the way - I'm not in a cave any more. I'm at our location. The cave was a little bit ago, I don't even KNOW where. But now I'm here. No clues, people; I can never be sure who I can trust. I know a few people I can, for sure, but I'm still not telling. Because there's things like truth serum, amnesia pills, truth detectors that actually WORK, et cetera, et cetera.
NO CHANCES WILL BE TAKEN. I advise you to follow the same guidelines.

I know what you're probably thinking right now: Who are you, and what have you done with the real Spencer? He's joking, laid-back, totally hilarious.

Well, that Spencer is either (take your pick):

(a) Tied up, reading over my shoulder, struggling to free himself from the bonds that the alien cupcakes and I tag-teamed to wrap him in, OR...
(b) He's here, me, but WAY overstressed, etc. to be funny and laid-back. Raven, Finn, and Shane better get their arses over here, like, RIGHT NOW or I'll explode. There'll be little, feathery bits from here to California.

Aaaaaaaaaaand that's all I can think of. Meebo connection HATES me, so I'm not on there. The end. Please don't beg, people, I'm trying my best, but it's just not working out. Email me, comment me, anything you want, I don't care.

Later skaters!!! Keep on flying!!! Fly your highest!!! Peace out!!! Stuff like that!!!!
-Spencer the Bored
P.S: Probably will post again tomorrow, or another time today, or something. I'm just taking it one second at a time right now. Wish meh luck.
Readers: Good luck, Spence!!!
Thank ya. And, adios and goodbye!

Might Not Be On

Heya, it's Spencer! (Duhh, right?)

So, yeah... it's about quarter past 11 Central, and no one was on the Meebo when I checked, which sucks, but I figured I may as well post something.

(FYI: SUMMARY OF WHOLE POST IN THE LAST PARAGRAPH. IF YOU DON'T WANT THE DEETS, JUST READ THE LAST, LIKE, 2 SENTENCES AND YOU'LL GET THE DRIFT.)

As soon as I thought that, this, like, seagull flew up with a letter attached to its leg. I know most of you would be, like, freaking out, but I just thought to myself, What happened to pigeons? Aren't they the messengers? That's what I think, at least. I don't know.

But yeah, so I took the letter off, and opened it, and it was from FnS, along with - surprise! - Raven. It was pretty long, but basically it said they were heading to a place (I can't be more specific than that) in Indiana, and that I should meet them there with the rest of the crew.

So there you have it, big huge flock reunion - sounds like FUN, huh? Haven't seen each other in like 4 years and then out of the blue we're all meeting up in Indiana, which I've only been to twice. Anyway, long story short, my life is hectic right now and I might not be off and on at the best.

I might not be on for a little while - this time I'm telling you outright instead of just poofing. Don't freak out, it's just that my flock's all coming together, and I've gotta go to Indiana, and once I get there, I've got to sort of lie low and chill for a little while. I've been surprisingly lucky for an experiment (more about that [if you want more] later), and I want to keep it that way.

Hence the lying low.

So, won't be on for a little while, probably. Can't give you a definite time - about a week or so, maybe? Don't trust that number, though... I've got no clue where FnSnR are, so it might take them a while to get there, and find me, and whatever, so...

Okay, okay, I'll stop rambling.
Summary of this whole post: Won't be on for a week or so, flock meeting in Indiana, must lie low. The End.

Fly Your Highest!
-Spence

Jared Ride

Oooookay. So, today I met Daniel Ride, part of Jared Ride's flock. (More on them here.)

Here're the statistics of my personal thoughts on them:

73% - They're RPers - very high chance.
25% - They're telling the truth - moderate to low chance.
2% - They're ITEX spies - very little chance.

Anyway, that's all for now, folks!

Fly Your Highest!
-Spence