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  • Dec. 24th, 2008 at 10:16 PM

so tomorrows christmas. happy holidays to everyone!! okay. its only 10:17. i could sleep right now. but i dont want to. AGH. yeah. basically. i won be able to fall asleep. my ipod usually helps. so ill try that.

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aggh

  • Dec. 1st, 2008 at 6:08 PM

i feel so sick right now =/
& i dont wanna go to school tomorrow. i could barely function today. i was sneezing every 5 minutesss. ive had a headache since 2am. stupid winter.

Chicago

  • Oct. 27th, 2008 at 9:21 PM

"Some say it's luck. Merely a hand you've gotten the best of. Nothing to it, really. Others find it a strategy game. You play your cards right, and the chips are all yours. Bet wisely, because bluffing others out is better than folding yourself. Either way, you've gotta keep a straight face to win. No smiles, no laughing. No tears to be shed; not a single frown to break the concentration. Focus on the game, focus on the jackpot."

"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.

-

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."

Broken Ladder [[prompt - suicide]]

  • Oct. 27th, 2008 at 9:20 PM

Batter up, you reache the plate. A coiled pitch and you swing, but the ball goes through. Strike one.

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.

love letter

  • Oct. 26th, 2008 at 7:23 PM

Dear Summer, 
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

when do i get my tiara??

  • Oct. 25th, 2008 at 7:05 AM

soooo
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.

Hey Kool-Aid!!

  • Sep. 22nd, 2008 at 5:18 PM

[[english assignment - write a pardoy of a fairy tale. I chose to make a parody of multiple]]


Once upon a time, there were the three little Jonas pigs. Each of them built different houses. Kevin’s house was made from hay, Joe’s from mud, and Nick’s home from bricks. One day while taking a stroll through the neighborhood, the friendly wolf Rufus passed by Kevin’s house.
 
Unfortunately, the wolf was suffering from a sinus cold, and was sneezing up a storm. He failed to buy tissues at the store the previous night, and when he sneezed in the direction of the hay house, it blew over.
 
Kevin sprinted from the debris shouting, “You’ll pay for this, you rotten wolf! Get out of here!” Kevin dashed off, but even for a pig, he was rather slow. He was welcomed with open arms at Joe’s place of mud. The wolf wanted his revenge on Kevin, so when he came across Joe’s home, he loitered in the area until he built up a massive sneeze to destroy the mud house.
 
The house of mud could not withstand the awful power of the wolf’s sinus sneezes. Joe and Kevin left for Nick’s house, with the sick wolf right on their trail. As they came across Nick’s brick house, the wolf felt his most powerful sneeze ever coming on. In fact, it was more forceful than when he met the Spartans, and when he was drafted for the battle of 10,000 B.C.
 
However, this strong blow from his nostrils was no match against the sturdy bricks. The wolf was devastated, and he ran off far away. He talked to the magical leopleurodon, who showed him the way to CandyMountain. Up on the peak of Candy Mountain, he met a boy with a dragon. This boy’s name was Eragon. While visiting the boy, Eragon trained the wolf to become a warrior.
 
Meanwhile, at the Jonas pig’s bodacious abode, a transaction was occurring. Grandma Seema was leasing out the brick house on a month-to-month basis. When Rufus returned to finally slay the Jonas pigs, he did not find them. Instead, he found a sick Grandma Seema, and the hunger of a thousand lions. So swiftly, he scarfed down the poor grandmother.
 
Little Red Riding Hood, unknowing of her grandmother’s gruesome death, was on her way over, bringing some prunes. She walked into the brick house, only to find the wolf disguised as her grandmother. Poor Red had terrible eye-sight, and so she could not tell the difference between her grandma and this filthy imposter.
 
She said to the wolf, “Why Grandma, what big ears you have!”
 
The scoundrel replied, “All the more fit to hear your lovely voice with.”
 
Little Red continued, “What large teeth you have!”
 
“Just enough to eat those delicious prunes you’ve brought.”
 
“What hairy arms and legs you have! When was the last time you shaved?!”
 
“I have not shaved recently, for the hair keeps the heat in my body from escaping, and keeps me warm.” All of a sudden, the wolf felt the sensation that Little Red was the most delectable food there was, and he was compelled to eat her. He opened up his enormous mouth, just barely wide enough to fit the girl in with one bite.
 
Little to his knowledge, the girl had a guardian angel. He was made of glass, though, with the biggest body, but the smallest limbs. On the angel’s side was a tumor so large and abnormal, it formed a handle of glass.
 
Red Riding Hood called out to her savior, “Hey Kool-aid!!” In all of the earth, Rufus had experienced many things, but he’d never seen anything like this. The west wall crumpled to pieces as the giant pitcher of juice busted into the room.
 
“Oh yeah!” he bellowed in a deep, enthusiastic voice. The glass creature grabbed the wolf, and stuck him into his high-fructose corn syrup-infested blood. The acids inside the pitcher burned the hair right off Rufus’s body, and he came out looking like a naked mole rat.
 
Trailing behind Kool-aid was the Jonas pigs. They took pity, however, on the wolf, and offered him some DayQuil and NyQuil for the next time his sinuses started acting up again. Little Red Riding Hood never forgave the wolf for eating her grandmother, and he was taken to jail for woman-slaughter. Kevin and Joe built their own houses again, this time making them with bricks. Once again, all was safe and sound in the life of the three little Jonas pigs, and they lived a quiet, secluded life.

i blame the toilets across the nation
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...

ASDFGHJKL;'

  • Aug. 21st, 2008 at 9:21 PM

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.

no subject

  • Aug. 20th, 2008 at 12:37 AM

GRR,
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.

they gave me this skin care stuff. its supposed to clear up my acne, right?
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.

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Miracle [[Prompt - Empty Coat Hanger]]

  • Jun. 12th, 2008 at 7:54 PM

Television New Reporter: "...it seems the driver of the silver jetta....moving van...head on collision..."

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."

Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?


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Simply because I'm weird.

had a bad dream.

  • Mar. 15th, 2008 at 8:38 AM

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.

Writer's Block: Take My Advice

  • Mar. 8th, 2008 at 8:36 AM

What piece of advice do you wish you could take?


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never, and i repeat: NEVER try to catch a softball or baseball OR ANY BALL FOR THAT MATTER....with your face. i know from experience that all you get is pain and a black eye.  hehe. not fun. =[ 

i want it to get better!!!!.

Alone on the Subway

  • Mar. 2nd, 2008 at 4:22 PM

With no money tucked away, that animal in my stomach screams louder and louder. I'm tired, hungry, and worn out. Roaming the streets of New York for the longest time, I only recently found a haven in the barren vicinity of the subway. All I carry is a guitar, a bag, and the clothes keeping me from freezing; hoping for change from the cruel people looking down upon me.
 
This is how it's always been; I've never quite had a place to call my own; never quite had a family or a home. I grew up in the alleys of the Bronx. Then, hoping to find a better life, I ventured to the Big Apple, searching for opportunities.
 
It's been three years since I've seen my family. I promised my mother I'd return for her; promised my baby sister a roof over her head, and an actual bed (rather than merely a blanket on the floor). I refuse to go home with less than I came with. I've tried everything there is to try. I've shown record companies my talent; I wasn't "what they were looking for." I've done a one-man show with my guitar, praying to have some loose coins fall into my guitar case; not even a dollar. I've sat and begged those passing by for a dollar or two; nothing.
 
When will the cruelty end? How long must I wait to see my family? Won't somebody please save me from this harsh, cold world? I'm tired; I'm hungry; I'm so scared; I need help.

Writer's Block: That's the Worst

  • Feb. 29th, 2008 at 9:49 PM

What's the worst thing that could happen to you today? Bonus question: How would that thing potentially benefit you?


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 p.s. - that actually happened.

Writer's Block: That's the Worst

  • Feb. 29th, 2008 at 9:47 PM

What's the worst thing that could happen to you today? Bonus question: How would that thing potentially benefit you?


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 1 - i lost 2 friends.
 2 - they were never good friends to begin with.

Sound Proof

  • Feb. 28th, 2008 at 6:36 PM

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. 

Clearly [[A Cloudless Sky]]

  • Feb. 25th, 2008 at 9:08 PM

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.