- Location:home.
- Music:nothinggg.
"Well then, I'm screwed. I don't have a serious bone in my body," he explained as his uncle taught him to play. The game was Chicago. Highest spade, face down of course, splits chips with the highest hand.
River cards were dealt out, and he found himself with the King of spades first. Hopefully no one had the Ace. He bet high, hoping to scare them off. It didnt work at first, because most players were cocky. He was new, so they thought he was betting on cards he didn't have. No spades showed up when they showed cards. The pot held just about all his chips. He wasn't playing this very smart. They went around the table, showing off their best five cards. His turn came about, but to him, it didnt look like much. Groans and curses were shouted out at him.
The boy was scared. He didnt realize what was happening. The older ones explained his hand to him. He'd gotten a straight flush, highest card was King of spades. Nobody could beat him, and since he also had the highest spade face down, he didnt have to split the pot with anyone else.
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Twenty-seven years old, the boy, now much older and experienced, knew exactly how to read other players. He sat in that casino with all his friends, ready to wipe them clean of their cash. Same game, and ironically, an almost identical hand dealt his way. Cards were shown, he took the entire pot again.
"Geez, how'd you get so good at Chicago?" one friend commented.
"Hey, this is Vegas. Chicago's nothing."
A curve ball wild, gets you below the belt. Strike two.
You stare down the pitcher, a jersey with 5 letters printed on the back. "DEATH." Look him in the eye, but only if you dare. He can see into your soul. He'll smell your fear, and see the perspiration dripping from your forehead. Your stomach is knotted up, anticipating his next pitch.
Some fans are cheering, others are chastising you. Their words go in one ear, and out the other, "We want a batter, not a broken ladder!!"
You know you can hit the next pitch. So look him down, and don't forget to laugh. Stand up strong, and you're free. Show anything less than confidence, and he'll take advantage of you. Strike three, you're out.
I miss those warm breezes you send blowing through my dirty blonde hair.
My ears are anxious to hear the birds' serenade once more.
Why can't you just stay with me til the end of time?
The sun's hot rays crushing my back.
The refreshing feeling of going off the diving board at the local pool.
Oh, how I miss those days.
Free from the stressful schedule of school,
Spending the lazy days with best friends.
Not knowing what'll happen next,
We unlock the painful chains of rules.
Becoming nocturnal, the night is our favorite time of day.
Dear Summer,
Please come sooner!
I miss you too much!
Much love,
Lisa
i won homecoming princess for the sophomore class
=]
the dance is tonight
i cant sleep whatsoever
i could be bouncing off the walls right now
but my house is silent
& me running around might make some ppl a little upset =/
the parade was cancelledddd
but the games @ 1 [[i think]]
then the dance @ 7.
ill prolly crash @ haileys wit her & steph
eww softball tomorrrw =[
but its the last game so thts goodddd.
- Mood:
giggly
- Location:home
- Mood:creative
- Music:Good Charlotte
they're built so that when u go in to do ur business, they creep up on u & try to eat ur phones
then they curse it with their crappy voo doo crap & turn it into mush.
if u havent guessed already, my phone was stolen by the loo in my basement.
yes.
i just called it the loo.
or should i say big johnn?
anyways.
Loo, my mortal enemie as of friday, has cast a spell on my phone, keeping the water trapped in it, making it a piece of crap.
well YA KNOW WHAT Loo
i can clogg u up all i want!!!!!!
SO BRING IT ON, BITCHHHHH.
>.<
in translation:
i dropped my phone in the toilet, now it doesnt work. i took it apart to let it air dry, & its been sitting for a good 2 days. still no improvement.
my replacement phone = an old piece of crap my brother once used = doesnt have any battery life left. so it stays on the charger to be on.
so i cant use that phone outside the house. & it shuts off on me every 5 seconds even ON the charger.
i hateeeeee it
with the burning passion resulting from the explosion of 1000 fiery suns.
...stupid toilet...
- Location:home
- Mood:
crappy - Music:mom makin dinner.
im mad, if u couldnt tell...
but idk what im mad boutt.
maybe cuz i havent heard from him in so long.
@ least, it feels like a long time, even though its only been like, 2 days...
maybe its b/c we had plans to go see a movie, but somebody didnt come through on their part.
i shouldnt be so dependent, but was tht just bad timing, or is it always gonna be like this?
am i ever gonna be able to count on him??
ASDFGHJKL;'
its too hard to deal with.
maybe i should just, stay mad at him...
even though i really dont want to
maybe nothing was ever meant to happen, although thats so hard to believe, from the messages
whateverr.
i should get his side of the story, but if he's not gonna talk to me, how am i supposed to get it??
im not waiting forever
its been long enough.
im mad.
no im not.
i can't sleep.
asdfghjkl;'
ERGGG. whyyy
movies?
or take a walk??
or we could just hang out wherever??
IDK...
GRR-BUTT.
this doesnt even make any senseeee.
i could try to sleep
but i doubt tht would do anythingg.
who knows what i'd end up thinking about...
i dont really wanna find out =//
whateverr.
has my house always been this hot??
im sweating in my own house
UGH.
how am i supposed to sleep when the heat is over powering my concentration
i can't relaxx when im sweaty.
i wanna take a cold bath.
just sit in a tube of ice water.
monday needs to come sooner
a lot sooner.
- Location:in an uncomfortable chair when i could be in my bed. im hot.
- Mood:
restless - Music:my thoughts
well. those results wont be seen for...a few weeks.
and to top it all off, my face looks like a swollen tomato.
so with a burning face
its gross
kindov crusty
i cant open my mouth very wide
i even had trouble eating cereal
CEREAL.
i
hate
this.
PLUS.
i was supposed to go to the movies today
but thats not gonna happen anymore
considering i look like a FAT FRUIT.
- Location:home
- Mood:
pissed off - Music:some cheetah girls commercial
Sarah had only heard bits and pieces of the story when her mother turned off the television and picked up the phone.
"Mommy, where's Daddy?" she asked time and time again, "When is he coming home?
That five year old's mother looked at the child with sorrowful eyes, "Soon, honey. He'll be home real soon," hoping her daughter wouldn't figure it out, "You just keep watching for him."
:::3 MONTHS LATER:::
She stared at that empty coat hanger constantly; for three months straight. As if she was still expecting him to walk through the front door. As if she could still run up to him, and leap into his warm, safe arms. Sarah really missed him.
Her birthday was coming up in a few days, and Sarah was still waiting. Her Aunt was staying with her while her mother stayed at the hospital. Every couple days, she would come and visit Sarah, letting her know how her father was doing.
From the car accident, he suffered major injuries and a concussion, and within 24 hours of recieving medical help, slipped into a coma. Every night, just before Sarah went to bed, she prayed that her daddy would make it out.
"Dear God, if you can hear me, please keep my daddy safe. Amen," she whispered to Him. After a minute or two, she thought of something else to add, "Oh, and God? Don't let that coat hanger stay empty forever. It's getting dusty."
Then came her sixth birthday. She sat there, once again, staring at the hanger. It was just as empty as it had been a month ago; two months; and even three months ago. Sarah was ready to give up.
This is the worst birthday ever, she thought to herself. Then she noticed a car pulling in the driveway. It looked familiar, but like a stranger all the same. There were a few dents and scratches in it, but it looked good as new.
So did the man coming out of the passenger's seat. He walked up the doorstep, and opened up the door. That coat hanger was no longer empty.
"Thanks, God."
- Location:home
- Mood:creative
- Music:tina humming a tune & me typing
Ok so I was playin PlayStation2, and it was a James Bond game, and my cousin Beth was in it, and there was this trench they were sitting by. So I handed James Bond this weird tablet thing, and he put it into some weird chemicals in a test tube.
Then I was like "What're you doin wit that?"
Then he was like "It's a catalyst for a volcanic eruption," and he poured the stuff into the trench, which really turned out to be a volcano.
Then Beth was trying to get away from the lava, but she got carried away by it and died.
Then James ran really fast and did all these cool stunts, and hid behind a brick pillar where the lava couldn't reach him.
But Beth was dead; not just in the game, but in real life as well....it was like that game where the people are there and when their character dies in the game, they actually die.
So I was freaking out.
Then that night...my friend alex and I went to this party thing, and when I told her what happened, she started to HATE me. She just completely ignored me and hated me. So I was gonna call my mom to pick me up, but I didnt have my phone with me. So I had to borrow alex's.
So I walked outside to call her (it was too noisy inside) and she sed she'd come get me. So I hung up and walked back inside. But when I walked back inside, I was at my house. Then all of a sudden I was at Beth's house (shes still dead). Then I had to tell all of them what happened.
Then Beth's brother Greg said "Well did u save the game after she died?"
Then I remembered what happened. I had just shut the PlayStation off w/out saving, because I was so scared she actually died. So I ran back to the PlayStation and turned it back on, loaded the game again, and BETH WAS STILL THERE!!! Then I ran back to her house. and I saw her brother and two of my cousins were walking out of the forest she got carried away into.
So I ran to them and was like "Where's Beth?"
They were like "Shes back at the house already" So I ran back, and Beth was putting her suitcase down, while....wearing a...er...man suit. So she ran to me like nothing had ever happened. It was like I was just getting to her house, and she was so happy to see me.
Then I woke up.
- Location:home
- Mood:
blah - Music:rugrats on TV
i want it to get better!!!!.
- Mood:
nostalgic
2 - they were never good friends to begin with.
All my life, I've been trying to get my point across; write something to make my readers think.
But this is a bit of a challenge, considering I've been a pen with no ink. Like Ariel without her voice; I can scream and yell all I want, but only one thing comes out.
Silence.
How am I supposed to get my message across? Especially if no one is willing to listen. Maybe I'm trapped within a sound-proof room; Inside I'm screaming my heart out for help, but nobody can hear me. Whether they want to or not, nothing is heard.
Only silence.
- Location:at a computer i supposee
- Mood:
curious - Music:guitar herooo stuff =]
A cloudless sky means it's all clear. Like I can see my future; it's dead ahead. I try running, hoping I'll get there faster. I'm still nowhere near my destination. My legs refuse to run. Clearly, I want to grow up. Clearly, I'm dreaming of a better life. Clearly I want to make that happen. But clearly, I need to take my time; enjoy these years whlie I can.
- Location:home.
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:FFXII, and the boys talking about it. oh joy.
