So!
School has caught up in it's unnerving way, which probably accounts for the significant lack of updates.
I set myself the goal of not achieving a mark under 100% for the month of September- not too ambitious, I hope- and managed to maintain it......well, at least until Monday of this week when I received a chemistry quiz mark that broke, nay shattered my previous record.
In the words of someone who heard of this, frowning at all that is pathetic about my goal, "Do I hate you?"
No! You don't!
Well, hopefully anyways.
_
When I was at Costco- the place of all that is good- the other day, I happened to notice a father and his son. The father looked benevolent, protective, wearing what seems to be the uniform of young fathers- a plaid shirt tucked neatly into pants. The little kid looked innocent enough, still sucking his thumb despite his age. The only aberration amidst the entire tableau, the reason the pair had drawn my eye in the first place, was that the father was wearing one of those "HELLO! , My name is.." tags.
Scrawled in bright, red letters was "SATAN".
Who does that? With his kid no less? Maybe he just wasn't being subtle.
_
The other day, I was really bored, and happened to log onto MSN to have a talk with Kiff. For some peculiar reason that I could not divine, she would not respond. This is , of course, a foreign sentiment (detect a note of sarcasm?)
In any event, I did not let Kathryn's apathy affect the fact that I was overenthused. So, the following (one-sided) conversation ensued in the form of a story that I wrote for no particular reason, and then duly saved.
Aran felt the wooden door open slightly. He swivelled aorund to stare at the blade-thin beam of light that suddenly shone into the room. He raced towards the door where small fingers were reachiing through and shut it with a resounding bang that seemed to echo through the building
Cursing under his breath he barricaded the door with his chair, table, day journal and golden fountain pen. For good measure he also told the door to stay closed if it wanted to live. Of course that was an embellishment, but the door didn't seem to mind.
Aran realized that he had to move fast if he had any hope of living. Trying to be quiet, which he realized was difficult when one was wearing ice skates, he crept across the room and opened the window. The cool night air gusted in, making the curtain billow out. Shivering, Aran peered over the edge. The building seemed to extend downwards forever. He stopped for a second
and wondered how he had originally intended to go out the window. He wasn't quite sure- in the stories, the writing almost always left off as soon as the hero spied the window ajar. Biting his lip- as he did when nervous- he took his sheets and began to tie them together. This isn't an easy thing to do- it requires perseverance and the ability to tie strong yet versatile half-knots.
His long, thin fingers worked quickly, creating a long rope that would extend out the window and hopefully reach the ground or come close enough. He sat down as he finished the task, humming softly to himself. He was excited, he realized latently, because tonight he was going to Temptation 2004. All he had to do was get out of the building and away from the monster that was behind the door to his room. The monster who incidentally was taking his sweet time.
In the stories, the hero always had to rush when getting out the window because the monster was rattling the door in a threatening way. He frowned and let his little project drop to the floor. He came close to the door , which was firmly shut, and placed his ear against the door to see what that non-threatening monster was up to. "He's in there" a deep voice came, muffled from behind the door. It sounded gravelly, kind of like..well...gravel. Aran froze with fear and recoiled from the door, his eyes dilating because they did that when he was afraid of something. He swept back to the rope he was making, finished it after some quick tying and launched it out the window. It went through the opening, and sailed downwards- Aran realized, a little bit late, that he hadn't tied either end to someplace in his room. The whole rope was at the bottom of the building, coiled up. Aran growled in vexed frustration. Sighing, because he hadn't really wanted to do this, he snatched up the one sheet he hadn't used (in case this happened). Carefully taking all four corners (two in each hand), he walked to the window ledge. He hauled himself up and crouched there, teetering on a precipice. The drop seemed to extend even further than it had appeared before, and Aran gulped trying to assauge himself of his worries.Unfortunately, assauging is not easy by any means and an annoying bit of phlegm made his gulping more uncomfortable than anything else. Shaking his head, and closing his eyes, he launched himself over the window. The sheet abruptly slipped from his hands and sailed gently above, much slower than his own considerable bulk was advancing towards the ground. He saw the ground come closer and closer and he thought he heard himself scream, but he couldn't tell- not over the din of the wind rushing around him. A hair of a second before he reached the ground, a large, blue gym mat appeared. He hit it hard, but rebounded , flying into the air some ten feet. It was almost like a trampoline. "Hello," the man who had brought the mat out said. His voice was gravelly. Aran's breath caught in his throat (and met the phlegm halfway). The monster/man grinned and Aran realized that he was going to be late.
Maybe that would all only be funny to Kiff. Nevertheless, I'm sure my imaginary audience will appreciate it.
_
I'm quite fickle with my screen names on MSN. I always try to reconcile the appropriate level of intellect with humor. Given the words used in the previous sentence, neither the former nor the latter are achieved and I'm left with some names that are, in the likely words of Ellen, "lame".
My favorite screen name, of all time, is likely the following-
Instant Pond! Just Add Water!
The worst? Let me assure you, before I list it, that it's difficult to find anything mediocre among my work. Do I need to tell you that's sarcasm again?
A rubber duck is a rubber duck and that's that.
It wasn't even remotely funny, it didn't even trigger the vaguest sensations of amusement. It was just...dumb.
_
I'm daydreaming about graduation. I'm dreaming about congregating outside the theater excited and barely able to restrain from screaming with exultant joy, with those lovely golden sashes tied around our necks, and graduation hats (these may or may not be actually used, but they fit nonetheless). I want all of that...now! I want to get out of highschool, graduation, study something that I want to study in the way I want to.
It's kind of hard waiting, and realizing that it's still only October 2004, that the end is very, very far away.
I set myself the goal of not achieving a mark under 100% for the month of September- not too ambitious, I hope- and managed to maintain it......well, at least until Monday of this week when I received a chemistry quiz mark that broke, nay shattered my previous record.
In the words of someone who heard of this, frowning at all that is pathetic about my goal, "Do I hate you?"
No! You don't!
Well, hopefully anyways.
_
When I was at Costco- the place of all that is good- the other day, I happened to notice a father and his son. The father looked benevolent, protective, wearing what seems to be the uniform of young fathers- a plaid shirt tucked neatly into pants. The little kid looked innocent enough, still sucking his thumb despite his age. The only aberration amidst the entire tableau, the reason the pair had drawn my eye in the first place, was that the father was wearing one of those "HELLO! , My name is.." tags.
Scrawled in bright, red letters was "SATAN".
Who does that? With his kid no less? Maybe he just wasn't being subtle.
_
The other day, I was really bored, and happened to log onto MSN to have a talk with Kiff. For some peculiar reason that I could not divine, she would not respond. This is , of course, a foreign sentiment (detect a note of sarcasm?)
In any event, I did not let Kathryn's apathy affect the fact that I was overenthused. So, the following (one-sided) conversation ensued in the form of a story that I wrote for no particular reason, and then duly saved.
Aran felt the wooden door open slightly. He swivelled aorund to stare at the blade-thin beam of light that suddenly shone into the room. He raced towards the door where small fingers were reachiing through and shut it with a resounding bang that seemed to echo through the building
Cursing under his breath he barricaded the door with his chair, table, day journal and golden fountain pen. For good measure he also told the door to stay closed if it wanted to live. Of course that was an embellishment, but the door didn't seem to mind.
Aran realized that he had to move fast if he had any hope of living. Trying to be quiet, which he realized was difficult when one was wearing ice skates, he crept across the room and opened the window. The cool night air gusted in, making the curtain billow out. Shivering, Aran peered over the edge. The building seemed to extend downwards forever. He stopped for a second
and wondered how he had originally intended to go out the window. He wasn't quite sure- in the stories, the writing almost always left off as soon as the hero spied the window ajar. Biting his lip- as he did when nervous- he took his sheets and began to tie them together. This isn't an easy thing to do- it requires perseverance and the ability to tie strong yet versatile half-knots.
His long, thin fingers worked quickly, creating a long rope that would extend out the window and hopefully reach the ground or come close enough. He sat down as he finished the task, humming softly to himself. He was excited, he realized latently, because tonight he was going to Temptation 2004. All he had to do was get out of the building and away from the monster that was behind the door to his room. The monster who incidentally was taking his sweet time.
In the stories, the hero always had to rush when getting out the window because the monster was rattling the door in a threatening way. He frowned and let his little project drop to the floor. He came close to the door , which was firmly shut, and placed his ear against the door to see what that non-threatening monster was up to. "He's in there" a deep voice came, muffled from behind the door. It sounded gravelly, kind of like..well...gravel. Aran froze with fear and recoiled from the door, his eyes dilating because they did that when he was afraid of something. He swept back to the rope he was making, finished it after some quick tying and launched it out the window. It went through the opening, and sailed downwards- Aran realized, a little bit late, that he hadn't tied either end to someplace in his room. The whole rope was at the bottom of the building, coiled up. Aran growled in vexed frustration. Sighing, because he hadn't really wanted to do this, he snatched up the one sheet he hadn't used (in case this happened). Carefully taking all four corners (two in each hand), he walked to the window ledge. He hauled himself up and crouched there, teetering on a precipice. The drop seemed to extend even further than it had appeared before, and Aran gulped trying to assauge himself of his worries.Unfortunately, assauging is not easy by any means and an annoying bit of phlegm made his gulping more uncomfortable than anything else. Shaking his head, and closing his eyes, he launched himself over the window. The sheet abruptly slipped from his hands and sailed gently above, much slower than his own considerable bulk was advancing towards the ground. He saw the ground come closer and closer and he thought he heard himself scream, but he couldn't tell- not over the din of the wind rushing around him. A hair of a second before he reached the ground, a large, blue gym mat appeared. He hit it hard, but rebounded , flying into the air some ten feet. It was almost like a trampoline. "Hello," the man who had brought the mat out said. His voice was gravelly. Aran's breath caught in his throat (and met the phlegm halfway). The monster/man grinned and Aran realized that he was going to be late.
Maybe that would all only be funny to Kiff. Nevertheless, I'm sure my imaginary audience will appreciate it.
_
I'm quite fickle with my screen names on MSN. I always try to reconcile the appropriate level of intellect with humor. Given the words used in the previous sentence, neither the former nor the latter are achieved and I'm left with some names that are, in the likely words of Ellen, "lame".
My favorite screen name, of all time, is likely the following-
Instant Pond! Just Add Water!
The worst? Let me assure you, before I list it, that it's difficult to find anything mediocre among my work. Do I need to tell you that's sarcasm again?
A rubber duck is a rubber duck and that's that.
It wasn't even remotely funny, it didn't even trigger the vaguest sensations of amusement. It was just...dumb.
_
I'm daydreaming about graduation. I'm dreaming about congregating outside the theater excited and barely able to restrain from screaming with exultant joy, with those lovely golden sashes tied around our necks, and graduation hats (these may or may not be actually used, but they fit nonetheless). I want all of that...now! I want to get out of highschool, graduation, study something that I want to study in the way I want to.
It's kind of hard waiting, and realizing that it's still only October 2004, that the end is very, very far away.
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