Reviews for Forrester's Fool Proof Guide To Teenage Rebellion

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Hiroshikata 2008-07-15 ch 4,	abuseI'm really liking the story so far. It's interesting and fun. However, I did spot one (Possible? I can't really tell yet with the character), and that's the whole riding elephants/circus thing, because in the previous chapter you said that she was afraid of animals. Anyway. Other than that, great story!
Spacy-Book-Nerd 2008-06-23 ch 12,	abuseHA HA this story has been great so far and i know you said that Adelaide's not disabled but with her short attention span and eccentricity her thinking reminds me of that of a ten year old!! its so awesome though!!
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz 2008-04-18 ch 1, anon.	abuseHuh. I honestly don't doubt for a second that those caffiene mints are full of caffiene. (That is a really annoying word to write. Mostly because I think I'm spelling it wrong. Caffiene. Caffeine. Hmm.) So, what, you think I'm your or something? Think you can just IGNORE me for months and then ABUSE ME? Oh, ew... just... no. Disregard that sentence completely. I'd delete it but I'm too lazy. Anyway, if you must know, I am writing something. 50,177 words so far of something. All of which is unposted and won't be posted on an account that you know of... ha! Not entirely sure what you meant about the 'just for you' bit. Whether that was an insinuation that the character was based on me... in which case, that's not entirely nice of you. Or at least it wouldn't be if I could still remember what you wrote. You have ten days left of school. Big deal. Have fun out in the real world, won't you. Paying your own college fees. I've still got something like... I dunno. About 450, maybe. Of course this would be less if I was in school in America, but even so, I don't have to pay for my school fees yet! Although I am trying to change out of Lit, mostly because I haven't got a clue of what we're doing - I just my way through all our sacs - and also, we have to present a monologue in front of the class. And not just any monologue. A monologue from the point of view of a character from Jane Eyre. Can you BELIEVE that? What the ** do you write for that? 'Oh yes, Mr Rochester, you do look dashing with those third degree burns covering your body!'? Not to mention the people in my class are all pretencious arseholes. Anyway. Write something. Post it. That way I can spam it instead of this from now on.
XxFallenxX 2008-03-20 ch 2, anon.	abuseI LOVE THIS. I LOVE YOU. w00t!
Missus Finkle 2007-12-23 ch 12,	abuseHilarious, absolutely hilarious. Update soon !! ~ Missus Finkle xx
Lady Katreina 2007-11-30 ch 12,	abuseI'm sorry I haven't reviewed the other 12 chapters but... but it's 1.22 in the morning and ... and I liked your story too much to stop! (wails) Thank you for creating this story! Mua ha ha ha!!
insert something witty 2007-11-22 ch 1, anon.	abuseOh, okay. I see how it is. Just go and DISAPPEAR OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH why don't you! (Ooh, I spelt disappear right. yay.) So, I was just making sure you're NOT DEAD or something. And these caps are very STRESS RELIVING right now. Buttons... what would we do WITHOUT THEM? Well. I hope you're having fun in your new found life, while I sit here wallowing... so, so lonely... Hehehe. Bet THAT made you feel guilty! Lying is useful for everything. Oh yeah, and BEFORE I GO, you'd better have given me my first preference. Or I'll be MAD.
please enter your name 2007-10-31 ch 1, anon.	abuseSo yeah, I forgot to say happy birthday. Not that I forgot your BIRTHDAY, I just forgot to say it. So here it is. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! you old knob. but I guess 18 really isnt all that important in america, because its not like you can suddenly do anything. except maybe vote, but you dont have to vote anyway. anyway, hope you got good presents coz youre getting nada from me mister! okay, so i might write the fireworks thing and pretend i wrote it for you, but im feeling kinda lazy right now... actually, i am so lazy i dont even have any ideas for anything to write. AT ALL. so yeah, i'd better go and attempt my math homework... we wouldnt want me FAILING, would we? then my life would be ruined. i'd never get a job, i'd have to become a bum and eat garbage, all for failing a year of maths back in high school. sigh.
Hobag 2007-09-10 ch 1, anon.	abuseOkay, so now I like, totally, like, feel left out of your life, like. There still seems to be too many Camerons, and this Layton dude popped out of nowhere. It's like missing a few crucial eposodes of a tv show and then you can't figure out what's happening. Goddamnit, I hate it when that happens! Especially when I'm not home to tape it and my family won't tape it for me. And wadda ya mean I should continue it? Did you not see the words 'IN CONCLUSION'? Sorry, luv, it's aone-time deal. All tied up. Wrapped up. Eaten. (I'm trying to think of finished metaphors here.) You don't miss Zeb. You never got to see him. And he's going to take a bit of work, because their whole story needs a re-work. Or, you know, that other word for re-work. That I can't remember. So he might not be coming for a while. But you know what? I think I'm going to do that werewolf story, even if YOU'RE not. Cept I'll put it on my other account and it shall be my Supernatural Thingy Account. Yeah. You know, if I didn't already know you were weird, I might have been mildly disturbed by all those sadistic deaths. As it is, I hope no poor soul ever gets the urge to read my reviews, because their mind may not come out of it unscathed. Heh, wouldn't you feel bad if I WAS fat? Speaking of that, I really want to go see hairspray. But mum won't let me because... yeah, I dunno why. Like another ten dollars is really gonna make a difference. And then when I come back from japan, no one'll wanna see it with me, because no one wants to see it know. Well, Chey might, but I'll probably be sick to death of her and won't want to spend another couple of hours in her company voluntarily. Uh, yeah, I couldn't come on today coz i have this lil tiny thing called SCHOOL. Yeah, apparently you're asleep while I'm at school. Or you would be if you ever slept. Freak. No, wait, you wouldn't... Ehh. Maths is stupid. Like your face. I don't think Avalon's ever gonna get an update. I'd delete the prologue for it but I really like it so I don't wanna. I just don't like the thought of writing a chapter for it. Five. Days. Oh god, I got my report back. It was **. I even got two requests for parent/teacher interviews, which really only happsn if you're a feral in danger of failing the class. I mean, they were only for psych and japanese, which are STUPID classes anyway, but still. It's not my fault psychology is as boring as all hell. Who CARES about the middle lobe and the weener lobe and the whatever-other-lobe? Not me. And I finished my media movie today. I mean, it's got justin timberlake playing in the background, but because it's a horror movie it works. The only scary part of it is my face, actually. It's kind of alarming how much fun it was to run around the school with a butcher's knife in hand... I'm bored. In case you couldn't tell. I have nothing to do (with multple os). I mean, I could always go work on Planet Zeb... nah. Huh.
Cold Starfire 2007-07-31 ch 12,	abuseThis is one of the craziest stories I have ever read. Adelaide is even crazier than Janie from Hiring a Awesomeness abounds!
Yo scag wassup 2007-07-28 ch 1, anon.	abuseSo, I've got... 515 words, but the thing is, Logan talks weird. Old-fashioned, kinda. I guess I could just pass it off because she had such a wonderful education with a live-in tutorer or went to a fancy private school, but still. This is what I have so far. Ready? It's not very good. There was only one word that could be used to describe Madrid’s airport, and that was crowded. There were so many people that it could have been a city in itself, let alone a relatively unimportant tourist destination in the most populous city in all of Spain. Every time I spotted an empty foot of space and tried to make a move for it, a swarm of people encased it until it was lost in a sea of nondescript faces. And the noise! People talking, people laughing, people crying – it was all happening so often that I felt like I was on the set of The Bold and the Beautiful instead of an airport. The excruciating decibels that the Spaniards could reach with their sobs was enough to make any poor person ready to tear their ears off, let alone one with fine-tuned hearing like myself. I had to admit, though, that it did help when trying to distinguish between nationalities. I set my bags down on the nearest available chair and within minutes I’d identified a prim elderly English couple, a lone German sightseer and the group of Australian backpackers that had been giving me the evil eye throughout our entire flight. Although that could have been because I’d accidentally knocked one of their plane tickets through the gap in the tunnel during my haste to get on the plane. I later heard that it had slipped through to the tarmac and my victim was forced to wait behind and catch the next flight over. If I’d bothered to tell them my predicament – or, indeed, anything at all, really – they might have understood, but as I hadn’t even uttered a word of apology, they’d settled for a competition on who could stare at me the longest. It turned out to be an awkwardly tall girl with red hair and eyes that apparently didn’t need to blink for eight and a half minutes straight. The truth was that I’d been sworn to secrecy. Cross my heart and hope to die; scout’s honour; pinky promise: you name it, I’d done it. I understood that if our little ‘secret’ were to get out that the Feds in nine different countries around the world would have a field day, but honestly. Making an atheist swear on the holy bible was a bit too extreme for my taste. Then again, everything my family chose to partake in had always been a bit too extreme for my taste. Thus the reason I was standing amid a sea of unfamiliar faces at Madrid airport, awaiting the ride that would take me to what was soon to become my new home. Well, to be fair, it had never really concerned me until two weeks before… My mother had awoken me with the news that I was to go on a ‘family trip’. As the youngest child in my family, such trips had always meant my exclusion and the company of an alternate carer for varied lengths of time – they’d ‘disappeared’ for a month once. Ta da. and that's all I've got. But still. I bet it's more than you have. Yeah. Catch yo later dude.
Essie 2007-06-27 ch 12, anon.	abuseI like your character revelation of Adelaide. I like Adelaide's loyalty to her brother, her courage (especially in high school where the mass pop culture eats you for lunch) and her weirdness. Not quirky, she is just plain weird. But she grows on you. I read your story twice btw, just because it made me laugh so much. I hope you'll continue to update!!
Lumberjack Jim 2007-06-26 ch 1,	abuseEy, man, I just visited (is that right? it doesn't look right) your myspace. And like, I am so cut right now. You write weird songs with other people? Also, now I know all your personal imformation. Not that I didn't know any of that before, because I did (I'm stalking you, see) but still. Maybe I should do that quiz so it's not so unfair. Because this way I can be all, "Muahahaha I know your deepest darkest secrets!" Anyway. I did have a point to this. I think. I can't remember anymore. I think I'm going crazy... ey, guess what mahn? (That was said Jamaican-y, but you can interpret it any way you'd like.) SEVEN MORE DAYS ON THE COUNT DOWN LIST. Well, eight for you, but you don't count. Actually, no, I think as of right now it would've ticked over to seven. Woo. I don't like the Zeb idea. You KNOW I have self-esteem issues. And now my self-esteem is all, "YOU SUCK!" And so I don't like the idea anymore. But because I'm too lazy to think of something else I'll write it anyway and it really will sucka nd you'll win. See what I'm getting at? Good. I don't. Two more days of school! And then... another whole semester to go. But whatever. Besides, we've been getting periods off to go to these seminars on subjects for next year, and I'm thinking about doing International Politics instead of biology (because science sucks and I shoudl be writing up a prac right now that's due tomorrow) but I'm thinking that all we'll end up studying is George Bush and why the whole world hates him. I mean, seriously, WHO CARES? I just think his voice is funny. And for some reason whenever I quote my re teacher she always ends up soundign like him. "Gawd does nawt reject uhs, we reject gawd." Although that coudl be because all the southern hicks sound the same. No offence man. Even though you're not southern. And I know these things because I looked at your profile. You should be careful about who sees that. Soem crazy freak could looking at it right now. Yeah. I'll just... go now. also, I found an account. I mean, I don't actually REMEMBER creating it, but I was typing all my email thingys into the sign in thingy and one worked and came up with an account thingy (just trying to see how many times I can fit that word in) called, and i quote, 'heart.of.stone'. What the hell was i ON? Wouldn't want to be too apathetic or anythingy, jeez. Yeah. I'll be on my merry way now. Oh yeah, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, before you make more of an idiot out of yourself. 'Cracker' is not an ethnic reference, you use it to describe someone who's funny. You know, as in, "You crack me up" "You're a cracker"? Lol. I feel like writing a cliche. But it can't be the whole popular guy/weedy girl because I don't like them. Or the teacher/student.and i hate love triangles. they ** me off.
Promiscuous Misprocuous 2007-06-24 ch 12,	abuseMost of the time when Adelaide talks, I have no idea what she's talking about. But sometimes, she comes out with stuff that makes more sense than I would expect like the thing about the blood and chicken crappers on her shoes being like apologies. Anyway, I really like this story. So... Yeah.
Can this be anonymous? 2007-06-21 ch 1, anon.	abuseSheesh. And you think I whine a lot?!?!?! (Multiple exclamation and question marks) Nuh uh, darlin'. But hey, nice to know you're having such a GREAT time on your holidays... er... vacation. What a word. I mean, seriously. VAY-CAY-SHUN. It's not even spelt right, damnit! Now it's my turn. Uh... Well, I had to do a debate on Tuesday, and it was SO bad because I was talking way too fast (I have this tiny little fear of public speaking) and then some random was all, "Slow down man!" So I slowed down. And then I thought, you know, maybe I should rebuttal, event hough it's not in my speech. My rebuttal went like this: "Um... the, um, second member of the, um, affirmative team um, said, there are only, um, two types of people, fat and skinny. What about the, um, average people? They need to be um... (Insert fifteen second awkward pause where I couldn't even remember the word 'represented') Heh, heh, yeah." Then I went back to my speech, and at the end it was all silent and this guy was all, "Did you write that speech or did Bill Gates?" And yeah, okay, I lead my team to victory and scored 90/100, but it was so AWKWARD. And I have to get the second does of that STD injection next week, and I'll be majorly at everyone all day because they're all, "I'm fainting!" And I'm just like, "Shut up, it's just a needle!" (That's me being .) And... That's all I've got. So you must have had a bit worse than me. Oh, and I had to get a blood test today, which doesn't even hurt, but it's the ripping off of the tape that KILLS. I mean, did the lady not notice I happen to have hair on my arm when she gave me a frickin two metre piece of tape around my arm? Oh yeah, and now everyone thinks I'm american because I call dumpsters dumpsters instead of 'Dump masters'. Well, i think that's what they called them. i can't remember. And because my dad has a moustache like texan hicks and he plays baseball. But other than that, I'm completely un-americanised. Haha. Now I'm just dragging stuff up from last week in an effort to beat you. I've really gotta stop doing that. Lol. Wouldn't you feel so bad right now if I told you I don't even have seven fingers? Well, it's a-okay, because I DO have ten fingers. Although I can't say I have one big toenail, because all my toenails for some reason are about three milimetres tall. Sucker. You're getting wisdom teeth and you're going to have to go to hospital and get them out and you'll DIE under the anathestic. And I just spelt that wrong. Moving on. Don't quite understand what 'Doctor Jones, this is Candy speaking' has to do with anywthing, but maybe you guys have some kinky code-talk going on, I don't know. so long as he doesn't pull out the pink fluffy handcuffs, and you'll be fine. You know what was REALLY sad? Yesterday in religion we had to write down tha names of EVERYONE in our life at all, and everyone was all, "Man, this is going to take so long." And it didn't take me very long at all. I'm so pathetic. Hah.

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