"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!"
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
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!!! :)
"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."
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."
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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! ;)
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?
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?
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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 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.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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.Charles.
Oh...right Charles.
But you may call me Mr. Dickens
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!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
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."
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."
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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-
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.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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!
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!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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
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
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
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