Color me exasperated.
OK that mother fucker wanted me to remove some sentences in my story and wanted it to be something different---WTF?
Go fuck yourself bitch.
Anyway, I've added some sentences (and remove some too, so I won't have a shitty mark 'cause I MUST pass my year. But still, I'm posting here MY version. :> )
Color Me Surprise
Today that customer came again to my art shop-for the fourth time in the week! And it’s so obvious that he’s not interested in paintings but in me. But why, WHY does he have to be totally not my type at all!? Like, you know; the fat and ugly one. Ugh, have to end this situation before it gets out of hand. You know what, God? You’re really unfair to me. I’ve always been the guy’s « good chum », not the girlfriend. Yet cheerful and talkative-and okay I admit it, a weirdo most of the time- that’s what draws people’s attention- but never in the way of love. Sure I’m not the high-heels wearing super effeminate type but, hello! I’m a pretty girl all the same! Today I’m 27 years old, and the number of times I’ve been in a serious relationship amounts to a whopping total of 1. And it lasted one month-ah it’s so funny I forget to laugh. I don’t like you Loneliness, but it seems you like me. But hey Lindsey, don’t give up; everybody finds a suitable match, right? Right!
Well, while I’m waiting for Mr. Right to turn up, here I am today on my way home, passing by that park as always, because it’s more relaxing than the city with its crowded streets, especially at rush hour. The park is deserted; no doubt because it’s winter and it’s freezing, so most people have opted to stay indoors. Well, it’s the best time to go there, put your iPod on and enjoy the walk singing. IPod, my sweetie, I think I should consider you as my boyfriend-or let’s say, my best friend, because you never leave me, never betray me and you cheer me up.
Ah, here comes the stream; I hope the bridge isn’t too slippery. Uh-a bottle in the water, really, some people! Must pick it up; trash like that makes Nature ugly. Oh, wait; there is a piece of paper in it. Should I read it?-Well, I’ve found it after all. Let’s see; “Do you want to know me? I want to know you. Neil.” And he left his address too. Color me surprise! Should I answer? Perhaps it’s just a joke; it would make me look ridiculous. But it’s so exciting though, it’s like I was in those German’s sentimental stories on afternoon TV! And perhaps it’s my chance to find someone…
Sometimes I think, sometimes I don’t-and that day I didn’t. Oh God up in heaven I did it. Impelled by the excitement of the moment I did send a letter to that Neil. A part of me kept telling me that this was ridiculous while the dominant part told me it was right. I feel like a teenager, but it’s quite funny. Have to wait for a reply now, if he replies. I hope he will. Um, I wonder what he looks like. He has beautiful writing, and he might be a romantic-or an outlandish character like me-using that way to attract attention. Really, my curiosity is tingling!
Time has passed, I’ve received a response from Neil and I think I’ll always remember the postman’s face when he saw me jump with joy and start giggling. It was like; by Aladdin’s lamp lit scrotum, she’s crazy! But I don’t care because hooray for me, he replied! We have been exchanging letters for two months now. We talk about life, we talk about me, we talk about him-we talk about everything. I know him only by letter, but I really like him; he is nice and interesting. At the beginning I pretended to be normal, but it got boring. So I went back to being me. I can be silly and he doesn’t mock me; I feel like I’ve found someone who can rival my iPod-finally! He is searching for something new and exciting, and so am I. Today we are meeting for the first time, so this morning I’m putting all my energy into making colorful pastries, and believe me, it’s quite an art! I should have been a pastry cook, I’m sure I would have been quite a success. Ah but, I would have eaten all my sweets-it wouldn’t have done. Like I really want to eat them now-MUST RESIST.
We decided to see each other in the central park of the city where he lives, about one hour by train from my home. (Little bottle, you had a long journey to reach me.) Ah, I am beginning to get a bit nervous-dear Tummy, sorry for all the butterflies. I hope he hasn’t forgotten our “rendez-vous”-my, my Lindsey, get a hold of yourself, will you! Everything will be all right. I have to find him now. I described myself enough for him to recognize me, and he said he would wait for me under the big clock. Uh-but there is only one person there and-WAIT. Did he just wave to me and call my name? Th-this is the type of situation when people say: OH MY GOD. I would have expressed my reaction as hasdkjsrfztdkl if I had a keyboard. It has to be a cosmic joke. Neil is-he is- you know what, God? I wanted a man who would call me darling. But apparently it’ll not be the case for today, so I think I will consider the fact that maybe-just maybe- I’m doomed with men, and enjoy this sunny afternoon with my pastries, and my new fourteen year-old best friend Neil. My, why did I forget to ask his age?
LOL he didn't understant the ending, believing Neil was the fat and ugly one at the beginning of the story. I think he is stupid.
And he even wanted me to change my title 'cause he doesn't understant it. Hello?! Is he really ENGLISH?!
Go fuck yourself bitch.
Anyway, I've added some sentences (and remove some too, so I won't have a shitty mark 'cause I MUST pass my year. But still, I'm posting here MY version. :> )
Color Me Surprise
Today that customer came again to my art shop-for the fourth time in the week! And it’s so obvious that he’s not interested in paintings but in me. But why, WHY does he have to be totally not my type at all!? Like, you know; the fat and ugly one. Ugh, have to end this situation before it gets out of hand. You know what, God? You’re really unfair to me. I’ve always been the guy’s « good chum », not the girlfriend. Yet cheerful and talkative-and okay I admit it, a weirdo most of the time- that’s what draws people’s attention- but never in the way of love. Sure I’m not the high-heels wearing super effeminate type but, hello! I’m a pretty girl all the same! Today I’m 27 years old, and the number of times I’ve been in a serious relationship amounts to a whopping total of 1. And it lasted one month-ah it’s so funny I forget to laugh. I don’t like you Loneliness, but it seems you like me. But hey Lindsey, don’t give up; everybody finds a suitable match, right? Right!
Well, while I’m waiting for Mr. Right to turn up, here I am today on my way home, passing by that park as always, because it’s more relaxing than the city with its crowded streets, especially at rush hour. The park is deserted; no doubt because it’s winter and it’s freezing, so most people have opted to stay indoors. Well, it’s the best time to go there, put your iPod on and enjoy the walk singing. IPod, my sweetie, I think I should consider you as my boyfriend-or let’s say, my best friend, because you never leave me, never betray me and you cheer me up.
Ah, here comes the stream; I hope the bridge isn’t too slippery. Uh-a bottle in the water, really, some people! Must pick it up; trash like that makes Nature ugly. Oh, wait; there is a piece of paper in it. Should I read it?-Well, I’ve found it after all. Let’s see; “Do you want to know me? I want to know you. Neil.” And he left his address too. Color me surprise! Should I answer? Perhaps it’s just a joke; it would make me look ridiculous. But it’s so exciting though, it’s like I was in those German’s sentimental stories on afternoon TV! And perhaps it’s my chance to find someone…
Sometimes I think, sometimes I don’t-and that day I didn’t. Oh God up in heaven I did it. Impelled by the excitement of the moment I did send a letter to that Neil. A part of me kept telling me that this was ridiculous while the dominant part told me it was right. I feel like a teenager, but it’s quite funny. Have to wait for a reply now, if he replies. I hope he will. Um, I wonder what he looks like. He has beautiful writing, and he might be a romantic-or an outlandish character like me-using that way to attract attention. Really, my curiosity is tingling!
Time has passed, I’ve received a response from Neil and I think I’ll always remember the postman’s face when he saw me jump with joy and start giggling. It was like; by Aladdin’s lamp lit scrotum, she’s crazy! But I don’t care because hooray for me, he replied! We have been exchanging letters for two months now. We talk about life, we talk about me, we talk about him-we talk about everything. I know him only by letter, but I really like him; he is nice and interesting. At the beginning I pretended to be normal, but it got boring. So I went back to being me. I can be silly and he doesn’t mock me; I feel like I’ve found someone who can rival my iPod-finally! He is searching for something new and exciting, and so am I. Today we are meeting for the first time, so this morning I’m putting all my energy into making colorful pastries, and believe me, it’s quite an art! I should have been a pastry cook, I’m sure I would have been quite a success. Ah but, I would have eaten all my sweets-it wouldn’t have done. Like I really want to eat them now-MUST RESIST.
We decided to see each other in the central park of the city where he lives, about one hour by train from my home. (Little bottle, you had a long journey to reach me.) Ah, I am beginning to get a bit nervous-dear Tummy, sorry for all the butterflies. I hope he hasn’t forgotten our “rendez-vous”-my, my Lindsey, get a hold of yourself, will you! Everything will be all right. I have to find him now. I described myself enough for him to recognize me, and he said he would wait for me under the big clock. Uh-but there is only one person there and-WAIT. Did he just wave to me and call my name? Th-this is the type of situation when people say: OH MY GOD. I would have expressed my reaction as hasdkjsrfztdkl if I had a keyboard. It has to be a cosmic joke. Neil is-he is- you know what, God? I wanted a man who would call me darling. But apparently it’ll not be the case for today, so I think I will consider the fact that maybe-just maybe- I’m doomed with men, and enjoy this sunny afternoon with my pastries, and my new fourteen year-old best friend Neil. My, why did I forget to ask his age?
LOL he didn't understant the ending, believing Neil was the fat and ugly one at the beginning of the story. I think he is stupid.
And he even wanted me to change my title 'cause he doesn't understant it. Hello?! Is he really ENGLISH?!