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My brains vomitorium.
Please consult doctor before use, Ray is not for everyone, side effects may include; distrust, disdain, anger, pitty, loathing, and meloncoly...
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would have posted earlyer but been playing WoW so ******** much
In english class again. what a routine life has become. Anyway it's a few days after coming home from Thanksgiving I wouldn't say it was a vacation though. A vacation to me is something where you can relax and have fun. Driving 5 hours to New York just to watch tv and be pestered by little children isn't that. On a lighter note, I got an in class essay back and got an A- on it. For my loyal readers rolleyes I'll put it here.
As she stood infront of the firing squad, she remembered the events that led up to this moment. the thoughts flooded her mid like a dam had just broke. The lies, the tricks, the hiding, and lastly when she decided to stop running. This mixed with questions of all kinds. "Was this a good idea? Will anybody save me? Will anyone remember me?" and the one question that scared her the most. "Is there an after life for me?"
The clicks of the squads guns brought her back to reality only for a moment. She could hear their heavy breathing in the cold morning air almost as if they were next to her. Her eyes were useless to her at this point, they had blindfolded her. She figured it was more for their sake to not look into their victim's eyes, to not see her tears collect in her lower lid, to hide themselves from facing the fear of someone else.
As she moved her hands in an attempt to get out of her restraints, everything felt coarse and dry. It was almost like she was already dead, or at least the world she knew was. Even though she couldn't see her touch told her everything was gray. She couldn't bring herself to move anymore for fear of finding out she was already in hell.
With that last thought, finished just in time, they were given the order to fire.
Where the hell did that come from? I have no clue. Apparently it must be good if i got an A- on it. Basically the thing i chose to start with was "As s/he stood infront of the firing squad, s/he remembered..." and the rest is history. It's actually pretty rare for me to get engrossed in writing and reading. But sometimes it happens. Especially when I talk about myself.
Ya'know, I started wondering if I'm a shallow person. I have yet to find out the prerequisits to be one though. I have a feeling I fill them. The on thing that would prove that wrong is all these people who like me as a person. Saying I'm kind, and caring. I don't know. And another thing, why do I have the uncanny ability to swoon women on gaia... but not in real life? Maybe it's because everyone on here is really young compared to me. MAN, I'm almost 19!
Oh. I've been playing World of Warcraft for the past few days, and i love it. Right now, I'm an undead Warlock and I have my own imp that helps me attack. I love the undead, their so dark. Actually the correct term in the game is the Forsaken. Sure I'm undead, but I'm part of the Forsaken, WHO! broke away from the Scourge and claimed their individuality. I live to serve my Lady Sylvannas. Heh doesn't sound to individual. Wish I could find a few more people my level though. There all so spread out. Doesn't really give the feeling of an MMO yet. But perhaps I'll run into more people later.
I have so much to say, but little inspiration, or motivation to express it. And on that note i have to pay attention in class again.
 melidserke · Thu Dec 02, 2004 @ 01:18am · 1 Comments |
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