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tabular_rasaI just wrote the last ending bit to my story.
No, no, no, GOOD HEAVENS, it isn't done . . . but it's at least on its way to being written. This was just an epilogue. It takes place in the "future" in comparison to the rest of the book. If you have access, go check it out in Contained Doily.
I was supposed to volunteer tonight (well, it was nothing official; I just go in whenever but I think I kind of said I would be there tonight), but I didn't because no one got home and made dinner until late and I was too lazy to make anything for myself. I'll just go in tomorrow. Wednesdays apparently are bigger anyway. I can go in any time, really.
I am going to DIE on my Economics final. Screw it all. I'm going to move to some still-Communistic country and work as a propagandist. If I get sick of living the low life, I'll suck up to the ruler or something and get in good. Perhaps maybe I'll just call up America and have them come meddle in it. They'd be happy to oblige.
I need to stop being so cynical and bitter about some things. It just doesn't work with me.
I'm sad about the whole Orchestra ensemble drama. I think I might be doing one now. I was kind of hoping into being asked into one . . . but I wanted to wait and flatter myself and be asked. I didn't want to beg to be in one, because then I KNOW I'll end up walking into something in which I am not wanted. Yet Liz needs someone to do one with, since the Official First Stand Quartet seems to have been created (lol) . . . so now we just need to find two other people . . .
I invented the car accident immunization. You know my car problem? The door with Kristina, the trunk with Nichole, the cul-de-sac with Tiffany and Jamie, and the hydroplaning with Alice? You get in an almost-accident and leave perfectly fine? It's like childhood measles or chicken pox or something. Something with spots, lol . . . Well, I figured Jessica was doomed for the worts case out of all of them, considering that I've already had issues with her cul-de-sac, her driveway, and her mother's car-- so she's like one of those sickly children that die when they catch the measles, particularly succeptible to them-- so I vaccinated her. Tiffany really came up with it. When I parked in front of Jessica's house, she pulled up REALLY close behind me, and tapped my back bumper with the front part of her car. It did nothing, but we counted it as an accident. Jessica was in the car. She is now immune.
So now I just need to run into a curb with Liz in the car or something, lol ^_^ I told about this to her today as I drove her out to BFE (I never knew it was called that until today . . . ), and it amused her.
Score, I'm awesome. Check this out. Talk about a natural; I haven't even HAD sex yet. Lol . . .
Great. I'm Donnie Darko or something. I haven't seen that movie.
No, no, no, GOOD HEAVENS, it isn't done . . . but it's at least on its way to being written. This was just an epilogue. It takes place in the "future" in comparison to the rest of the book. If you have access, go check it out in Contained Doily.
I was supposed to volunteer tonight (well, it was nothing official; I just go in whenever but I think I kind of said I would be there tonight), but I didn't because no one got home and made dinner until late and I was too lazy to make anything for myself. I'll just go in tomorrow. Wednesdays apparently are bigger anyway. I can go in any time, really.
I am going to DIE on my Economics final. Screw it all. I'm going to move to some still-Communistic country and work as a propagandist. If I get sick of living the low life, I'll suck up to the ruler or something and get in good. Perhaps maybe I'll just call up America and have them come meddle in it. They'd be happy to oblige.
I need to stop being so cynical and bitter about some things. It just doesn't work with me.
I'm sad about the whole Orchestra ensemble drama. I think I might be doing one now. I was kind of hoping into being asked into one . . . but I wanted to wait and flatter myself and be asked. I didn't want to beg to be in one, because then I KNOW I'll end up walking into something in which I am not wanted. Yet Liz needs someone to do one with, since the Official First Stand Quartet seems to have been created (lol) . . . so now we just need to find two other people . . .
I invented the car accident immunization. You know my car problem? The door with Kristina, the trunk with Nichole, the cul-de-sac with Tiffany and Jamie, and the hydroplaning with Alice? You get in an almost-accident and leave perfectly fine? It's like childhood measles or chicken pox or something. Something with spots, lol . . . Well, I figured Jessica was doomed for the worts case out of all of them, considering that I've already had issues with her cul-de-sac, her driveway, and her mother's car-- so she's like one of those sickly children that die when they catch the measles, particularly succeptible to them-- so I vaccinated her. Tiffany really came up with it. When I parked in front of Jessica's house, she pulled up REALLY close behind me, and tapped my back bumper with the front part of her car. It did nothing, but we counted it as an accident. Jessica was in the car. She is now immune.
So now I just need to run into a curb with Liz in the car or something, lol ^_^ I told about this to her today as I drove her out to BFE (I never knew it was called that until today . . . ), and it amused her.
Score, I'm awesome. Check this out. Talk about a natural; I haven't even HAD sex yet. Lol . . .
Great. I'm Donnie Darko or something. I haven't seen that movie.
