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Apocalypse Now is a sad movie.
Beautifully directed as well, if I might add.
I got out of class half an hour early, meaning I could catch the 11:30 bus, instead of waiting forever for the 12:20. On my way home from the bus stop, I noticed something on the ground. I picked it up, thinking it was just a shell, and I put it in my purse to take home. I get home, put on some Taking Back Sunday and do some laundry. I retreat to my purse to look at the shell and I notice something coming out of it. Of course, being the little chickenshit that I am, I screamed and dropped my purse. Out crawls this snail, and I realize my own stupidity. I adored him from the first moment his little eyes met mine.
I wanted to get something to eat, so I set him on the railway, by the stairs that go down into the garage. While in the kitchen, I hear a loudish noise, and I had no clue what it could have been, but then I noticed that my snail friend was no longer on the railing; he had fallen off and rolled down the stairs. Frightened at the aspect of my new friend's imminent injury, I ran down the stairs and retrieved him, consoling him until he came back out of his shell. Happy that he had not suffered an unthinkable doom, I layed him back on the railing and set off to the computer, where Zac assured me it was not my fault. Five minutes later, the noise sounds again. He had fallen off once more! I was really scared this time, as I could hear him bouncing down the wooden steps. I retreived him at the bottom, where he had landed not so softly. This time I knew that the fault was my own. Feeling an immense sense of guilt and sympathy for the little thing, I took him into the solarium and let him sit on the lava rock. He's there now; I assume he's sleeping. I'm glad he's alright. I have decided that, in his numerous encounters with death in the past two hours, that he is invincible, and quite possibly a snail diety.
Zac (my bestest friend) suggested I name him Salty just for the irony, so Salty he was dubbed.
This is a really long post for such a minor thing but it seemed interesting to me. And by the way, Veda is an amazing band; Kristen May has the voice that I want. I wish I could buy it from her.
I guess I just have to stick with my own.
I hope you all had loverly days today. =)
-Laughed at, as naive.-
Beautifully directed as well, if I might add.
I got out of class half an hour early, meaning I could catch the 11:30 bus, instead of waiting forever for the 12:20. On my way home from the bus stop, I noticed something on the ground. I picked it up, thinking it was just a shell, and I put it in my purse to take home. I get home, put on some Taking Back Sunday and do some laundry. I retreat to my purse to look at the shell and I notice something coming out of it. Of course, being the little chickenshit that I am, I screamed and dropped my purse. Out crawls this snail, and I realize my own stupidity. I adored him from the first moment his little eyes met mine.
I wanted to get something to eat, so I set him on the railway, by the stairs that go down into the garage. While in the kitchen, I hear a loudish noise, and I had no clue what it could have been, but then I noticed that my snail friend was no longer on the railing; he had fallen off and rolled down the stairs. Frightened at the aspect of my new friend's imminent injury, I ran down the stairs and retrieved him, consoling him until he came back out of his shell. Happy that he had not suffered an unthinkable doom, I layed him back on the railing and set off to the computer, where Zac assured me it was not my fault. Five minutes later, the noise sounds again. He had fallen off once more! I was really scared this time, as I could hear him bouncing down the wooden steps. I retreived him at the bottom, where he had landed not so softly. This time I knew that the fault was my own. Feeling an immense sense of guilt and sympathy for the little thing, I took him into the solarium and let him sit on the lava rock. He's there now; I assume he's sleeping. I'm glad he's alright. I have decided that, in his numerous encounters with death in the past two hours, that he is invincible, and quite possibly a snail diety.
Zac (my bestest friend) suggested I name him Salty just for the irony, so Salty he was dubbed.
This is a really long post for such a minor thing but it seemed interesting to me. And by the way, Veda is an amazing band; Kristen May has the voice that I want. I wish I could buy it from her.
I guess I just have to stick with my own.
I hope you all had loverly days today. =)
-Laughed at, as naive.-