Desperado Crash Mambo Combo
And so, it officially begins.
My summer reign of terror. Confined to my room for the majority of the day. Allowed out only to make lunch and go to the bathroom (typical anti-social asian ohshi-). What am I doing in there? Well supposedly, my studying my eyes out for that SAT retake in October. But of course, no one is home to reinforce these rules. AHAHA. But if I don't study, I'll regret it later so for now, I'll bear with it (WITH NERVES, NO, CHORDS OF STEEL).
Well I'm going to write a story. Actually I'm supposed to have a story done by Friday for a contest, but I... I sort of have it jumbled around.
Anyways, for now, I will just write whatever comes to mind. I need to let stress out of my fingers. This is like playing the Fantasie Impromptu on 200 beats per minute. INSANE. READY GO.
Once upon a time, in a little western town lived a boy named Eli Whittaker. He lived on the second floor of a quaint little flower shop on the edge of town, which his mother owned. He had very frumpy tan curls that could only be controlled with a mixture of glue, gluten, and extra strength hair gel. His favorite color was green and he had a habit of collecting recyclables (to help the Earth, he says). He liked to read many different kinds of books, but most of all, he liked to take care of plants. Eli would always help his mother take care of the shop whenever he had the free time.
The children at school liked Eli very much because he was always cheerful and kind to others. However, there was one boy that couldn't stand Eli. This boy's name was Rupert. Rupert thought Eli was a weak and wimpy boy and always made fun of him. He told Eli that boys should be brave and strong and not play with flowers all the time. That was a girl's job. Eli always absorbed the insults flung at him and never returned a blow since he knew that all the children would side with him and not Rupert.
One night, Rupert was out in the street walking back to his house from the convenience store. The street was empty and dimly lit since it was already very late. He happened to walk by the flower shop where he knew Eli lived. He sneered and started to walk faster until he noticed the dull clunking coming from the back of the shop.
OH NO. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO RUPERT?
Okay I'm bored of the story. Wow I suck. I always get random ideas that never get fleshed out and I hate it. Anyways. I made up Eli last night.
Uh yeah. Actually, he came from that little boy looking at the snail picture. And I decided to.... add to it? So more Eli.
Wooo cookie's star pants
Messed up and forgot to change layers ;___;
Ehhhh he's kind of funny looking. Maybe I'll use him for Merri and Moni's story
Gah. Funky perspective. It was gonna be a chain-link fence but I didn't have the patience. It's a wall now.
Those toes killed me.
Um. HAHA.
Bleh.
JEN. AND TERRIAMON. AHAHAHAHAH.
I have been watching a lot of digimon lately.
I totally did an in-depth analysis of the characters in my written journal.
My summer reign of terror. Confined to my room for the majority of the day. Allowed out only to make lunch and go to the bathroom (typical anti-social asian ohshi-). What am I doing in there? Well supposedly, my studying my eyes out for that SAT retake in October. But of course, no one is home to reinforce these rules. AHAHA. But if I don't study, I'll regret it later so for now, I'll bear with it (WITH NERVES, NO, CHORDS OF STEEL).
Well I'm going to write a story. Actually I'm supposed to have a story done by Friday for a contest, but I... I sort of have it jumbled around.
Anyways, for now, I will just write whatever comes to mind. I need to let stress out of my fingers. This is like playing the Fantasie Impromptu on 200 beats per minute. INSANE. READY GO.
Once upon a time, in a little western town lived a boy named Eli Whittaker. He lived on the second floor of a quaint little flower shop on the edge of town, which his mother owned. He had very frumpy tan curls that could only be controlled with a mixture of glue, gluten, and extra strength hair gel. His favorite color was green and he had a habit of collecting recyclables (to help the Earth, he says). He liked to read many different kinds of books, but most of all, he liked to take care of plants. Eli would always help his mother take care of the shop whenever he had the free time.
The children at school liked Eli very much because he was always cheerful and kind to others. However, there was one boy that couldn't stand Eli. This boy's name was Rupert. Rupert thought Eli was a weak and wimpy boy and always made fun of him. He told Eli that boys should be brave and strong and not play with flowers all the time. That was a girl's job. Eli always absorbed the insults flung at him and never returned a blow since he knew that all the children would side with him and not Rupert.
One night, Rupert was out in the street walking back to his house from the convenience store. The street was empty and dimly lit since it was already very late. He happened to walk by the flower shop where he knew Eli lived. He sneered and started to walk faster until he noticed the dull clunking coming from the back of the shop.
OH NO. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO RUPERT?
Okay I'm bored of the story. Wow I suck. I always get random ideas that never get fleshed out and I hate it. Anyways. I made up Eli last night.
Uh yeah. Actually, he came from that little boy looking at the snail picture. And I decided to.... add to it? So more Eli.
Wooo cookie's star pants
Messed up and forgot to change layers ;___;
Ehhhh he's kind of funny looking. Maybe I'll use him for Merri and Moni's story
Gah. Funky perspective. It was gonna be a chain-link fence but I didn't have the patience. It's a wall now.
Those toes killed me.
Um. HAHA.
Bleh.
JEN. AND TERRIAMON. AHAHAHAHAH.
I have been watching a lot of digimon lately.
I totally did an in-depth analysis of the characters in my written journal.