• I'm tired and have a headache that won't go away... Those headaches where they're not bad enough to take aspirin, but they're there just enough to bug you. :drooling: Maybe if I take my headphones off for two seconds, I'll feel better... Nah. Won't risk it. Jonathan is causing it, but he's making it feel better at the same time :tongue: (I'm no freak. I've been watching videos on YouTube for an hour or two, reading all of the comments and everything, and I feel fucking normal. There's this one dude on there that goes to videos of where they have a pregnant woman and it shows the baby kicking inside of her, and he goes there and says how much he wants to fuck the mother and rape her and stuff like that. Real perverted and sick shit. :eek: People are just weird.) Hm. I turned my short story in for Academy English on Friday. I wrote it in only two days (I'm put the 'pro' in 'procrastination'. Thank my friend for that quote.) We had about... three or four weeks to write it. And I waited for the last minute. Holy crap. I spent... almost nine hours on the computer, typing my story on Thursday night. Nineteen pages of text in size 12 font. One title page, one disclaimer page for usage of lyric exerts. Holy. Freaking. Crap. I've never typed that much in one sitting. I arived early to school on Friday, because I volunteered to do this thing where eighth graders teach the seventh graders English for a day, going over the steps on how to make a good story and all hat stuff. I taught the morning shift in one class with two other girls. We taught the first three periods in one class, and I learned a few things that day. One: Your feet get tired very quickly when you've been standing for three hours straight with no sit-down time. Two: The kids don't give a flying rats ass about what you have to say. Three: Using the projector/Overhead is very, very hard to do. Four: Kids at the age of 12 and 13 have little or no respect for their only year-older peers. I've learned a whole new respect for teachers. I never want to do that again. We met up again during seventh period (Which we got off. Hooray.) and had cookies and Caprie Sun, so I guess it was worth it. Another girl said she had to scream at her class because they wouldn't shut up. My class only didn't give two shits. Guess I was lucky :cool: Back to my short story. At fourth period, Academy English, our short stories were due and had to be turned in if we didn't want to fail. No exceptions. I came to the realization that mine was the longest one there, at seventeen pages (minus the title page and disclaimer), while others were as short as one page long, and that's written. Embarassed at the ungodly length of my "short" story (Which has an intro, outro, and four chapters), I showed the teacher the intro, a journal entry from my main character (also known as the protagonist). She handed my paper back to me about a minute and a half later with an exasperated look on her face. She told me how much she liked it and how good it was. She read the first five pages a few minutes later. Later, at seventh period, I handed my story to a girl that I taught with on the teaching thing that day. She read the intro, and again, told me how good it was. She gave me a couple of book titles of books I might like to read, The Catcher in the Rye was one of them, I forgot the other (but I have the name somewhere...), and read all the way to chapter three. The bell was going to ring in about a half-minute by the time she got to tchapter three (I had handed it to her at about half-period), she was mad because she couldn't take it with her :tongue: Maybe I'm better at writing than I thought I was... My best work always comes when I procrastinate. My Last-minute work always blows everyone away. I'm happy :) ... and now I'm a cow :cow: And now I'm a chef :chef: PIMP :pimp: IT'S HOMER! :homer: I love changing personalities rapidly :D :crazy: [url=http://www.pointlesssites.com]The Best Website Ever.[/url] ...And one more thing. Give a hug, people. They're free. :)

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