lost

where've you been?

places...

no really...you need me. without me, you're nothing.

i can survive without you just fine thanks.

no you can't...see you have too many problems and you need me to express them.

i don't know what your talking about.

sure you do...you know exactly what i'm talking about.

you think i need you to help me get over my problems...

well you never talk about them, i'm your only way out.

you know what, no. i don't believe that. you're insane.

i'm insane...you're the one talking to a blog post.

signed, sealed, delivered

Swigging back the last couple drops of your subtle sarcasms, i smile. You were always one of those people who i could relate to but lately some thing's changed.
A letter, a glare and an uncomfortable silence are the only hints i need to pick up on, to know that we are not what we use to be.
Your over sprayed scent still fresh on my jacket sleeve, and your over used words still fresh on my mind i walk past you in the hallway.

Am I..
Are we...
Are you...
will we....
is this...
can we...

Questions fill my head as i catch your eye. Pushing back tears with dizzying thoughts, i glance away momentarily so you don't catch me staring. "You're so important to me" i whisper as i look back at your beautiful brown unsuspecting eyes. Getting lost in what I'll never see again, i begin to replay the scene over and over again in my mind.

Slowly a smile spreads across my face as i reminisce about our late night conversations and epic adventures. Confused at my uncalled for display of emotion you look at me. You begin walking over slowly, still confused yet intrigued. Every step you take sounds like the beat that I'm not hearing from my heart. Held in suspense as you get pulled over by the odd acquaintance, i stand there trying to re start the one thing i need to survive. Finally you pull out of the pointless conversations and begin to head towards me again.

Handing me a letter, a glare, and an uncomfortable silence you pause. Then in one swift gesture you managed to confuse me and delight me with the touch of your overly moisturized lips.

"Thanks", i state as i walk away.

Bucket List

Walking out of the hospital, she hangs her head.
"Only an hour to live...", She thinks to herself.
Slowly she pulls out a crumpled paper from her old unwashed jeans. Glancing through the points, she stops and smiles. "Ah yes." She says out loud. "It's perfect.'
After reaching the sidewalk, she hails a private hire.
"Bodleian Library please."
Upon arriving she walks through the big doors, and walks towards the lift.
"1,2,3...ah 3...a nice number i say." she mumbles happily to herself.
As she walks out of the lift she begins to look around for a fit bloke. Well any bloke really, it wasn't like she was looking for one to shag.
Eventually she comes across one who looks suitable.
"Hey, how are you?" She asks in a polite tone.
"Hiya." he replied.
"You know if there's a bobby near?"
"I can't imagine there is, why?"
She smiled, as her plan began to fall into place. Her idea was truly brilliant. Well, it was better then sniffing charlie, and smoking ciggies. She was determined to cop it, and nothing would get in her way.
"No reason" She said, gaining his trust.
"You OK? You look like you're Dicky?" the boy asked, worried.
"Yeah well, I'm not faced, or barmy, but you might think so in a few minutes."
"Why?"
"Well..." standing up, she knocked the boy off his chair, and apparently his rocker too.
"What was that for?" he asked, frustrated and in a small amount of pain.
"Aren't you gonna hit back?" she asked, as if to wind him up.
Soon, the poor bloke was lying done over on the floor. She had just started a ruck in the library, and she wasn't even ramped, just dying.
Soon a bobby arrived to see the poor boy lying on the floor. She was going to have to duck and dive, there was no way on her last day living she'd get arrested. Quickly, she ran up to the bobby, snogged him, and ran off while he stood there confused, and slightly delighted.

Looking to her list, she smiled and pulled out a pen.

"Start a brawl in the library... CHECK!" She said, with a giant grin on her face as she left the premises.

Good Samaritan

Walking into the room i notice you sitting there. You look lonely and sad, and i wish there was something i could do. I could buy you a treat, but i don't know what you like. I could take you for walk, but i don't know if you would do it. I'd walk up and just say hi, but i don't know how you would respond. Are you sick, or maybe you just lost something, or were lost. Are you even worth all of this thought. I mean I'll probably never see you again. I wish i could help you, i wish i could bring you places and help you enjoy your life. If it helps, I'll probably end up thinking about you all night. Oh, here comes someone who could help.

"Hey mom, come here for a second."
"Look over there, look at how helpless he looks. Can we bring him with us... PLEASE!!!"
"Yes, thank you so much mum, I'll feed him, and take him on walks...my very own dog, wow!"

note to self

Angry? ANGRY!!! At me? who are you? you have no reason to be like that. What did I ever do to you. I've helped you in everyway possible, and all you can do is get angry At me because I spent my night talking to someone who wasn't you. How does that make sense? I'm Sony if you've jealous that I talk to other people, but I'm not all yours. You're like an overprotective boyfriend, I'm not your china doll, and I'm not your pet. A little freedom might be nice. After all we're just friends... right?


Ughhh.. Why is that so hard to Say to his face? Why is it so hard to speak my mind to my best friend?

whatever, if he really cared, he'd talk to me about it, he'd try to make things better. It's not worth my time if it's not worth his... but then why do I still feel like I Should talk to him?

Dear Angel on my shoulder, Please shut up, I'd really rather not have a conscience at the moment

Sincerely, yours truly.

Lets play a love game...

"Nate"
"Andrew"

Brushing shoulders in the hallway was how the day started. Awkwardly , Sarah walked past them into class, knowing that she was the reason this kinky-best Friend-bromance had come to an abrupt stop.
"Sarah, Nate, and Andrew...would you stay after class for a minute please.", Mr.Carpenter announced after dismissing the room of half whit adolescents.

"Great" Sarah mumbled under her breath.

"hey, you're the one who started this," Nate yelled.
"Whoa...leave her out of this, it's between you and me!" Andrew said, in an accusatory tone.
"You...it's about you! You slept with my girlfriend." Nate answered angrily.
"WHAT no! I believe it was my recently ex-girlfriend that you slept with!! And besides...you slept with my best friend."
"I'm your best friend??" Sarah budded in.
"Oh, lets get all cute and cuddly...it was a one time thing." Nate continued.
"So..I'm not good enough for you...."
"No...he's not good enough for you Sarah."
"Shut up Andrew!!"
"No Nate, you can shut up for once!!"
"Why are you pretending you didn't do anything?"
"I didn't." Andrew said, confused.
"YOU LIED TO ME!" Nate replied, relieving Andrews confusion.
"You stabbed me in my heart while my back was turned!!"
"oh...first you're a knight in shinning armour for Sarah, and now you're a master of words, common Andrew!"
"Don't bring Sarah into this."
" Sarah is the reason for this!!" Nate screamed as he grabbed her arm.
"Don't do this again Nate, get your hands off of her!"
"No, Andrew, it's fine. I started this and i should have never told you what happened between Nate and I. I'll go with Nate, but only as long as you two patch this up."
"Sarah, you don't have to."
"yes, she does" Nate responded for Sarah as he forcefully walked Sarah to his car.
"I just have one request," Sarah whispered as she got into Nate's car.
"Please can you make this easy for me, I've already apologized."
"You don't get it Sarah, do you?"
"what is there to get Nate?"
"I've already forgiven you, this is just for fun!"

Chemistry mind Control

Slowly but surely i begin to move towards the wall. I Love the walls...they're fun.
"fun?..." you may ask.

"yes...fun, they're fun because when you reach one, you get to bounce off of it."

"doesn't it hurt??" others may question.

"nope..." it doesn't hurt, well...so long as I'm moving at a reasonable speed.

You see i... Oh....WHOA.....

OK ...speeding up! Oh boy, here comes the sun

*breaks out into song*

here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and i say it's alright.

little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
little darling, it seems like years since it's been hear
here comes the sun, here comes the sun and i say it's alright.

See, as long as I'm cold everything is good. I just mozy on over to the wall...and bump and bounce. But once i start to eat up, that's when my bouncing blast turns into a blasting bounce. Whoever said "no pain, no gain" was an idiot. i gain quite a bit by not being launched at super speeds against a wall.

Here it comes.....brace yourselves boys.
See that's the other thing, being a molecule you have no hands. And with no hands comes...ding ding ding...no protection!

"Owwwwwww...." OK, note to self, we're moving faster. Man, life's only great when I'm really hot, or really cold!! :(

An atom i liked, (yes i liked her, i mean sure she was a wee big compared to me, but i like my ladies with a little padding!...anyway back to the story...)... once told me to evaporate...but i told her that that was impossible at the moment due to the fact that i am only 80 degrees Celsius ,....so she'd have to wait a whole 20 degrees for her wish to come true.

See, it's never a dull moment in my life.

My life...is soooo fun, that people sometimes think about what it would be like if they were a molecule. I bet you are too right now!!! :)

Oxymoronic Glares

Reading my book I can feel something, something piercingly soft, judging yet sympathetic, hated enough that it's longed for. Out of the corner of my eye I see two big blue spots, faded by the thick glass.

It came as a surprise because lately I haven't seen them; ever since those new glossy brown ones came along, my treasured blue spots have appeared less and less.

The days continue and as they do i realize that those blue spots have all but disappeared, as have the glossy brown ones. "where have they gone?" i sometimes wonder to myself.

Shakespeare, Dickens, Chaucer, slowly all pass. My reading is done, and so are those vainly humble stares. Years have passed now, and as I'm reading my book i look up to feel something so familiar it's never been felt before.

Glancing out of the corner of my eye i see them softly piercing me, while sympathetically judging . Longed for so much that they're hated. there across the room, the blue spots sparkle. This time with the rays if sun as an ally not an enemy.

Brighter than the morning sky i see your beautiful eyes looking at me again, as if to say "she's gone, but you never were."

spelling bee

Spell... "Escape"

Dictionray defenition please?

Escape: v. an action used as a last resort when all else fails, including your will to survive.

Could you use it in a sentence?

She could no longer continue to hurt people, she needed to escape.

Alright... Escape... C-R-Y-F-O-R-H-E-L-P

Superhero Sam - Invisi Girl

As i walked into the party i began to have second thoughts. What was i doing here anyway? These aren't my friends, this isn't my 'part of town' and it isn't really my kind of party either.

Oh right, i came here....for you. Which was stupid considering you'll never notice. I say that because I've walked by you easily 10 and a half times. Yeah, i realize that your radar may only pick up on hot, skinny, tanned, modelesque girls, but does it ever malfunction?? Will i ever show up on your grid?

As i walked by you for the last time, i noticed you and your Friends were up to your childish games again. "Top Ten Tits". A piece of paper in class, a martini napkin at the party...what will it be on next, some girls torn up lingerie?

It's times like these when i wonder why I'm so interested in you. You're nothing special...well ...to the cheerleaders and bathing suit models. You're not that special because you're an easy catch...i guess I'm just not using the right bait.

Maybe, one day....when we're older, you will no longer be 'the guy who everyone wants', and I'll no longer be 'the girl who...wait who is she'.

Maybe one day when we are older, wiser, and hopefully less like we were in high school, you'll notice me. You'll see me for the first time as i walk into a telephone pole, or as i bump into someone on the street. I always thought being clumsy would get me nowhere, but maybe it'll be just the thing to get me noticed.

By the way...while you were asleep in chemistry, i took the liberty of re-wiring your radar....see you tomorrow...if you don't see me first! ;)

hero/heroine

I won't try to philosophize
I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes
This is how I feel
And it's so surreal
I got a closet filled up to the brim
With the ghosts of my past and the skeletons
And I don't know why
You'd even try
But I won't lie

You caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming

I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

Goodnight Kiss

*flash* *flash* *flash*

the little bar at the bottom of the screen calls out in it's own silent way.
Feeling anti-social, and at a loss for words and emotion she ignores it.

*flash* *flash**flash*

it continues...

"I don't fucking want to talk to anyone right now!!!", she screams out.
As she moves her incapable mouse towards the corner of the screen to go offline she opens up the flashing window accidentally.

"Do i know you?" it says in plain black text.

"NO!!! no one knows me, although they sure as hell like to think they do!" she says back to the apathetic computer screen. "no one knows me at all."

Through the pooling tears in her eyes, she sees another blurred comment.

"My names Die, what's your name?"

Confused, frustrated, yet intrigued, she responds. "Sam, my uh...my name's Sam."

~the conversation continued for hours~

"well i have to go to bed now, but thanks for the chat." she types quickly, eager to hear his response. Staring at the window, she waits for his badly phrased, spelled, and formulated answer. But she doesn't get one.

Instead, two words pop up in the window "Buonanotte Baci"

She repeats those words over and over again in her head, as though they were a lullaby slowly hypnotising her till finally she falls back on her tear stained pillow. Coming into a deep slumber, she begins to forget about everything, and in place of those newly faded memories she has the two words her new found friend had bid her adieu with.

Query #2

Is it better to stay up late doing the homework but then fall asleep in class and miss the notes

-or-

to go to bed and not do the homework but stay awake in class and catch all the notes??

Time traveler

Hello, you must be..

Charles.

Oh...right Charles.

But you may call me Mr. Dickens

*coughs* umm...right then. So Mr.Dickens, if you don't mind i have a couple questions for you.

Well, i don't really have time. I do have a book signing to attend to!

A book signing?? I'm not even going to ask...! Ok, so first question, was there anything you were ever REALLY passionate about?

Cows are my passion. What I have ever sighed for has been to retreat to a Swiss farm, and live entirely surrounded by cows - and China.

Cows...and China?? Well don't get me wrong, I don't mind a medium rare steak once in a while...and Asians are pretty awesome, but that's a tad random
.
Random my son is not a word possible of describing my passions.

Ok, firstly lets get one thing straight, I'm...a girl. Not your son! And secondly, why? What's so wrong with random? Your books were pretty random! I mean they were good stories, great stories infact, but random all the same.

Although a skillful flatterer is a most delightful companion if you have him all to yourself, his taste becomes very doubtful when he takes to complimenting other people.

Ok..you can stop qouting yourself Chuck buddy.

Chuck, CHUCK! son, I demand respect, Mr.Dickens please.

mmmhhmmm..yeah okie dokie Chuck. Next question, What do you think of Shakespeare?

He would make a lovely corpse.

WHAT!!!!! not cool man...shakespeare was totes legit.

What are these words you speak??

you know what...never mind, thanks for your answers! Word to the wise...hows about you boil your next uber long book down to a few chapters. It'll make futur reading assignments so much easier!

melancholy maiden

Closing your eyes you reach down to the long, white, trailing skirt. Slowly, and smoothly your hand runs over the fabric. You had done it a thousand times before, but you never got tired of its silky texture, and old fashioned smell. Gradually, your bony fingers work their way towards the back of the dress. Gently you caress the strings of pearls in a smooth and nonchalant gesture. Every bead, that moves between your fingers, is familiar to you and yet you could continue to wrap your fist around them without a hint of boredom. Carefully your hands move on to the bodice and then lazily they crawl towards the hem of the dress, like a spider crawls on her freshly fashioned web. With every movement, your imagination is running more and more wild.

Then, your eyes open quickly to the sharp sound of wedding bells. Your dreams are cut short, as you harshly snap back into this superfluous reality. As you walk down the isle, you allow one last thought to linger in your mind.

"that was supposed to be my dress, this was supposed to be my wedding day, he was supposed to be my husband."

Tibou Returns

Back...By Popular Demand.... TIBOU!!!
Ladies and gents, have you ever wondered what happened to that little ninja, and his three sisters?
Well now is the time to find out!

Tibou: The little Ninja That Would
-the sequel-

fabulous fingers.

One faintly fantastic day, a fully fended finger flew across a fairly filthy flat of keys. This finger had been fully nonfunctional for a fort night. As it flew, the female life form, who the fully fended finger belonged to, began to form a mild flurry of frustration. "for what reason have you fixed this folly of fumbled phrases oh finger?" But the finger refused to fork over any feedback. So the life form got furious at the finger, and began to fight with it. However the female failed to fulfill the fingers foreseen forfeiture due to the realization that this fairly frequent problem was fitting and feasibly fulfilled by a fully fended finger. So, the female life form, who the fully fended finger of a fort night belonged to, freely favored the fashionably fended finger, by failing to fustigate it, and went on her way to continue her faintly fantastic day.

love game

hello
vell hello zer
why..why are you talking like that?
why are you naked?
good question..but i asked you first!
cause i want to...is that a problem!! Now you...
because i want to!
no..sorry nu un!! No one wants to be naked!
why do you say that??
cause we live in Quebec and it can get damn cold..and it's just not cool!
Fine..you make a good point! I am naked because it's in my job description!
Vas is das....your job description!!
Dude can you not talk like that...
solly!
you're grating on my nerves!!
Well that's not hard to do considering i have less to go through to get to them!
You know what, just cause i'm naked doesn't mean you have to tease me!
Erm..yeah it does!! Tough luck buddy!
Ok whatever...i'm here for other reasons!!
If you're trying to turn me on...you can just leave now!
i'm...oh boy! I'm not tyring to do that ...
then...hows about you fill me in oh esteemed naked one!
that's it!
oooo i'm soo scared of you heart shaped arrows...wait heart shaped arrows...
...i can see the wheels turning!
OMG!!! YOU'RE CUPID!!!!!

Yeah so...as you may have guessed...cupid and i are tight now..cause i totes filled in for him at school..i mean adam and sierra..there was no way in hell they would get together...Until i came into the picture!!

But after that little experience...i quite!! Welcome back cupid...love games just aren't my forte!

query # 1

Dear Diary...
When the hell are you going to start giving me advice!!!!
Sam

think pink

There has never been such a vibrant, and beautiful color, like the color pink. Boldly yet at the same time gently, it stands out, making all who look at it hypnotized by it's uncomprehendingly majestic intensity. In any shade it shines like the night sky, on any shoe it enthralls the model with a delicate coating of perfection.

Now, there comes a time when a pair of shoes, in a shade of pink that is so magestic, must be bought. And my dear friends, two days ago...that time came for me!

Standing there under a stream of glowing light...calling out to me...was...
...
.....
........
..........


the ultimate pair of pink shoes!!
Yes...i bought them...i had to! It was my destiny.

*broken record sound*

ok..so maybe not...actually...they were sittng there under a "FOR SALE" sign..and they were $20...practically a steal...and they were cute...and now...they are in my cupboard!! XD

utter disapproval

Dear Diary...
Ko is about as lazy as anyone could possibly get. I mean common...wasting an entire 75 minute class...because his "computer cords kept tripping." The dudes full out asian...his ancestors probably invented the damn cords...and here he is being more lazy than a fat pig in a hot pile of mud! So...yes...what was supposed to be a class having something to do with the ever so slightly suggested theme of chemistry, was instead turned into a period reserved for "talking about science fair". If you ask me...he's just looking for reasons to freely walk around and look over people's shoulders, being the creepy little schmuck that he is.

Mr.Ko, is like a carbon copy of Duckett....except slightly less hairy...and less orange..and shorter..and chubb..actually no...they're chub is about the same!! And he never smiles...and he gives asians a bad name cause he tots has nooo ninja skills...like at all....Like Ko....gives Tibou a run for his money as far as being a lame ninja goes!

the guy gives me the shivers man..and it's not just because his class room is colder than hell will be when it freezes over!!!

Oh and....ADAM!!!! the kids on crack...no joke he's for sure doing some dangerous drug...he is messed up! Randomly ...we were talking...and he brings up speedos...and then to make the topic of conversation even more awkward and distasteful...he says "hehe...imagine Mr.Bauer in a speedo"...hmmm let me think adam...how about NO!!

Man my poor little mind...if it wasn't dirty enough that picture just made it worse!! Mr.Bauer is ponytail 70..and kinda short...and ponytail really awkward...and he likes to give girls back-rubs while telling them to button up their shirts more..and lower their skirts!! He's tots just looking for any reason to check out girls who are ponytail so totally illegal for him...and...a little bit under the "creepy age" range!!!

but anyway...keep yourself pure...

bye for now...

yours truly

evasion

"Yeah...ok i won't tell her." i hear my dad say.
"Tell me what...?" i ask...curiously.
"nothing...absolutely nothing." he replies...with a nervous and deceptive tone.
"Fine...don't tell me!!!" i swiftly leave the kitchen..succeeding in making a dramatic exit.
"wait...i...it's not that, it's just i can't..."
"too late dad," i interrupt, "it's too late."

After slamming my door my hand makes one fluid movement across the cluttered wooden desk sitting in the farthest corner of my room. Quickly shuffling through the pile of recently migrated papers on my floor, i look for a clean sheet.

'Dear Mum," i start off, "why?"
"Why do you not want to talk to me? Why can't you share your feelings with me?" I continue.
"Your smiles are my smiles, your laughter causes my laughter. Don't you think that it's the same thing with your frowns, and your tears? Don't you respect me enough to let me know what's happening?" Looking down at the page I realize that the ink splotches are now diluted and seeping through the paper, due to the tears rapidly dropping from my knobby chin. Realizing that my emotions are as out of control as a monkey would be on speed, i decide to ignore them, and continue.

"You never want to tell me what's happening. I can help you, I'm as much here for you as you are for me. You don't care though...you think you can hide it all from me. You did when you were cheating on dad...and you do now! I was crazy to think that our relationship had grown. I was crazy and stupid...and out of my mind to think that maybe we had gotten closer."

Closing my eyes, i stutter the final words...too frustrated to write them down.

"your eyes betrayed you though. Now...i know everything."

define:

Epic fail: The jonas brothers


Lack of talent:

a)Jonas brothers
b)Nick
c)Kevin
d)Joe
e)all of the above

everything once

*smack smack clap...smack smack clap...* the sounds get louder...as do the voices in your ears. "Why?" you ask...as you attempt to delude yourself into thinking that this is abnormal.
"So loud!!" you comment again...
"I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL...." someone screams in your ear.

"SHUT UP!!!!" you scream back...

ok so maybe the whole 'concert' things isn't for you...i mean there's gotta be other people here who aren't enjoying themselves...right?!

looking around you notice that everyone is singing ,loudly and terribly off key, along with the band. Except for you...

you look around once more...and then decide, "What the heck...you only get to do this once..."

Slowly you begin to dance to the beat... shaking your head you silently promise yourself...

"never again!!"

vows

Are you there?
Ccc....can...can you hear me?
Are you ok?
..oh good...you're alive!
I....i thought that umm...well i didn't know what to think to be honest!
But you're ok now...right??
..uhh...oh..ok...but you will be ...right?
You know i don't like to see you like this! I don't like to see you in pain...or embarrassed!
But now it's done...right..no more!! Now you know what not to do...and what not to have...
you promise not to do it again...but it's ok if you do! I'll still love you...we'll still love you...
he'll still love you.
Right?

let it burn

"oh, ow..' she sighs, continuing to experiment with her new found friend.
"common...keep going" they taunt
"it'll make you feel better" others continue
"you start to enjoy the burn after a while" the rest state.

Slowly but surly, she manages to bring yet another shot glass to her lips. Just the smell of it burns her throat.

"newbie", some comment, as she takes another one.

Her cheeks begin to redden as she takes yet another.

"No..don't" her head begins to say. "there are other ways...talk to someone...don't do this."
But it's too late. The last one touches her lips...and slowly the burning vodka trickles down her throat, prolonging the burning agony.

She isn't quit sure whether the pain she's feeling is in fact from the alcohol, or if it's just her head, bringing back the memories of that afternoon.

"I...I have to..." She stutters... "I have to go."

But the music is too loud...no one can hear her drowned out voice. No one can see the tears streaming down her face. Slowly the familiar faces turn into dizzying patterns. Underestimating her state, she stand up.

"coming to dance?" she hears some say.
"leaving already!!" others tease.

Not sure anymore of which voices are real and which one's are in her drunken head, she heads for the door.

"what have you done...it isn't worth this...stop please, before it's too late!" she hears herself think as she drives away.

chapter 4

Confused and still frightened Tibou looked at the strange object he had pulled out of his hole. It was long and skinny and it appeared to have something engraved in it.

“您已选择。如果您打开这个，你必须接受你的职责。如果您没有，您的命运将无法实现。”

(Meaning, “you have been chosen. If you open this you must accept your responsibilities. If you do not, your fate will be unfulfilled.”)

Tibou looked at it for a while, trying to figure out why it had talked about opening it. From what he could see, there was no latch, or handle. No lock or key. This thing could not be opened. Tibou began to hold it up to the light, in order to look more closely for a hinge when all of the sudden it began to open. Slowly, the top moved off, revealing a small strip of black fabric with a symbol on it. The symbol was of two arrowheads. And next to the symbol in small gold embroidery read

“服部 石見守 半蔵 正成”.

'do you know how hard it is to write n Chinese?'

"yes.....err uhh...i do!!! " :)

Did she now?

Who in there right minds would...
Why on earth would anyone...
How the hell can you come up with...
ACK!!!!!!

one word....
*thinks to herself...*
*considers whether it should be explained in one...or two...or three words...maybe a full paragraph?*

yes...one word..

Genius.

Someone at some point in there life had an awkward moment...a moment so awkward that the awkward turtle was present...died...was reincarnated...and died again! Yes that's right..i killed the turtle...twice!

But seriously...common...amazing right!! Like who sits around all day thinking of awesome things to say during on awkward pause. NO ONE!!!!! which means this had to appear out of nowhere in the person's mind...WHEN DOES THAT HAPPEN!!

I don't know about you...but i believe that this little phrase has reduced the amount of gay babies being born, by a significant amount!!

Somone totally couldn't find any good porn one day...so was like hmmm...i'm going to create a phrase that will cause mental images that should not be caused ...and this way durng an awkard pause...everyone can use it.....and have their mini orgasm while picturing it!!!!

If i had another gold star...which i don't...because sadly it was stolen...you know who your are...i would give it to the genius who created this!!!! mmmmm yes....genius is the right word!!!!

Oh..sorry...you want to know what this hallowed phrase is?!?!

Well....

If you come over hear...i'll tell you something you'll never forget!

...."That's What She Said"

a is for apple

You wake up...eager to hear those words repeated over and over again,
Opening your window you look down, hoping to see him standing there for another day.
Uttering not a word you stand still...with your eyes fixed on the side walk by the front doors.
Rushing through your head are the words...every word..every sentence he's ever said to you.
Still no sign of him, has he forgotten? Does he not want this anymore? Did he ever?

Trying to pursued yourself to leave the window ledge was a failed plan.
Routine has failed you, did he ever come? Was this all in your head?
Uncontrolled emotions begin to role across your face. You've given yourself false hope again.
Lifting your fingers from the window frame, you hear a voice. Hesitating, you turn around.
You look to the ground one more time, and there standing in the glow of the sun, he stands again.

crush to crushed

*gasp* 11:11...make a wish... :D
superstitious...maybe...religious...yes....

oh sorry...right my wish...well...that is for me to know and you to find out!!

...oh you don't like that...ok well.... if i told you I'd have to kill you?!
Well it seems we have a picky person on our hands....hows about...if i tell you it won't come true!!
I know...that's pretty serious eh!! This is potentially my future life you are putting at risk...think about it...is it really worth it?!?!

oh no...not the eyes..ok fine I'll give you hints!!

1) ear to ear grin
2) uniform
3) great sense of humor

....ok fine..i have to tell someone!!


His name... Joey!!

see some people say boys are trouble...but that's just cause they go after the troublesome ones...there are plenty of good guys out there...granted the majority of them are either gay...or already taken by some girl who doesn't know what she has until it's gone!

but anyway...Joey=love...and that's the only part of my wish I'm telling you!!

.....for now!! ;)

p.s...i'll never see him again!

Re-defined

Tony - proper noun: a handsome boy who knows his looks, and uses them to charm unsuspecting girls.

Sid - proper noun: a lazy boy too sweet to get laid

Skins - noun: the British version of gossip girl, except better written.

bashful love

Where were you all night? I never saw you.
...i was here...
what are you trying to hide from me, why can't you tell me?
i..uhhh.....I WAS HERE OK WHY CAN'T YOU BELIEVE ME!
You were with him...weren't you!
Why do you care,?
I don't i just...i...
do you like me? *gasp* you like me don't you!!
Define... 'like'
OMYGOSH!!! you like me...you of all people!
You know what this is just as sickening for me as it is for you ok!
How much...
"How much" what??
How much do you like me??!
Enough that there's something disgusting fluttering around in my stomach!
you have butterflies ....YOU!
Yeah yeah...just keep it down ok...I'm as disgusted as you are...
....this can't happen!!.
but why not...there's no ru...
STOP! you know this can't happen! You know how much love all of god's creatures but...these butterflies have to be destroyed!!

no shame in your game

They say that actions speak louder than words.
Do they...or is that just a bias opinion.

When you were too lazy to act, when you were too angry to move, and when you were too desperate to speak; you let go. I heard your words...but i saw not actions. I felt the wounds, yet my eyes were of no use. I live with your piercing statements ever day, while you go on 'acting' like they never happened.

Are you sorry? Are you Embarrassed? Do you know what you did to me?

Actions may speak louder than words, but words rest longer than movement.

About : Tabs

It's a bird....it's a plane...it's...it's... oh damn...it was a plane!! Well isn't that just ducky! You know just once I'd like to look out a see something falling from the sky and be able to say " wow...a real live super hero"...i know wishful thinking right..cause super hero's only exist in your dreams..well maybe not yours...cause you may potentially be a boring old hermit with no friends/life/imagination/dreams!! But in my dreams super heroes exist. Hmm...i could make my own super hero...now how pray tell would i go about doing that.... Hmmm...maybe if i..nah that wouldn't work! Oh but i could always...erm...what am i thinking...it has 'EPIC FAIL' written all over it!! Oh oh...ohohoh!!!!! OH MY GOSH!!!!!! A SUPER HERO...no joke seriously look up...look up tell you!!!!!! Don't you see it....


*loud cheesy music begins *

*she looks over...and realizes it was her iPod still playing...*

Well..that wasn't as cool as i thought it would be...but still...nothing can distract me now..I've found my super hero....

Medium length black hair...shinning like a sheet of perfectly sanded diamonds glistening in the morning sun. The skin...a perfect shade of ivory. It's every movement was swift, and precise...like the ninja tiger in kung fu panda!! ^^
Finally she has come...finally my super hero has arrived....FINALLY!!!!! Now i can prove to everyone that super heroes do truly exist...

*quickly pulls out camera phone*
*takes multiple pictures to only later realize that all to see is a blur of movement*

They'll just have to trust me and take my word for it!! WHOAAAAA.... NO WAY!!!!! that is by far the coolest super hero outfit...like ever to exist...although the other superhero costumes aren't really all that fantastic...sooo.....


oh common...don't give me that look you know it as well as i do...

I mean look at it...
1) Spider man: dude I'm glad you're spidey senses tingle at everything..and now mine are tingling..they're sensing a similarity...yeah to the American flag..dude common why did you spend sooo much time coming up with that outfit when Betsy Ross could have given the idea to you ages ago...get with the program bud!

2) Batman: dude you aren't even worthy of my attention...oooo you have bat wings...so does ever child who's parents shop at Toys 'R' us.....you don't even have a cool life story...YOU HAVE A BUTLER...how much more of a spoiled hero can you get...jeez!!

3) Superman: erm...underwear on top of leggings...not cool man...and btw there's an age limit for spandex...and you've long passed it!!

4) Super woman: wow that's one original name..and your costume...hmm i think i saw something similar to it..oh yeah...in the outdated section of La senza lingerie...you're a super hero ...not a stripper!

5) cat woman: Girl...no comment...CAT EARS!!!! are you on crack...common leave the cat stuff for the...oh i dunno...CATS!!!

So yeah..this outfit beats all of yours...combined...your outfits are like the tiny insignificant eggs...and this superheroes outfit is like the electric mixer....ooooooo snap!!!!

Bright pink....spandex body suit.....and what appears to be some form of bag....oh...wow...it's her bag of street clothing..i think...i mean all i see it a black and white striped sweater...but I'm kinda doubting that's her superhero stuff...sooo.... !!

*sighs in relief*

wow....a real superhero....and it's a girl to boot....

...how do i know...well genius open your eyes....i mean common....if the bright pink spandex didn't give it away, I'm sure the long flowing hair...and the strategically placed lumps in the upper area of her ....SKIN TIGHT SUIT...would have!!!

Oh man look at the time...if I'm going to publish this i should get to the news company before closing...this is going to be a hit..."Montreal has it's very own superhero"....hmmm she needs a name....


Maybe I'll call her "Spandex girl".....i mean after all "What's in a name that which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet..."

Ya OK you're right..that's almost as lame as 'Spider Man'.....hmmmm....

oooooo I've got it...... They're going to love this!!!

-Three days later-


Oh the newspaper...with my article...man what a name...i mean listen to this header.

"Super Asian...Montreal's Super Savior"