Post by EbonyStar on Apr 6, 2006 16:11:35 GMT -5
ME: *nods in approval* Nice. Danny would be proud.
EMBER: Alright, I'm gonna assume that's a good thing.
DANNY: Not exactly "proud", but it was a good improvisation.
EMBER: Alright, I'm gonna assume that's a good thing.
DANNY: Not exactly "proud", but it was a good improvisation.
EMBER: *bows*
Sara: Pleasure to meet you as well. *smiles before turning to Anthrin*
Anthrin: *is almost fuming before Sara brings a hand up to run through his hair and he closes his eyes*
Anthrin: *is almost fuming before Sara brings a hand up to run through his hair and he closes his eyes*
Dudette, that's so cute. It made me go "Awww!"
I think I actually have a gesture like that in one of my stories somewhere.......*searches and starts rereading old stories. smiles as she looks through the pages* Good times, good times
Well... anyone at random? Okay, then.
TUMNUS!
TUMNUS!
Random, huh? ^.^
EMBER: What are you working on?
ME: Just something for creative writing.
EMBER: Think you could be a little more specific than that?
ME: Just something for creative writing.
EMBER: Think you could be a little more specific than that?
ME: Or more creative? ^.^;
EMBER: *shrugs* Why not? I've always had an ear for poetry. *turns to face me & listens*
ME: You do not
EMBER: Yes I do
ME: .......well, you can't write it that well
EMBER: *shrugs* I could if I focused more and practiced. But it's not something I'm looking into for a profession--
ME: Because your current job in the League, going around and performing robberies and taking hostages--
EMBER: We don't take hostages. It's bad enough putting up with the people who are already members of the League--
ME: Is so much more enjoyable than writing good old-fashioned poetry
EMBER: *laughs* Old-fashioned? What do you know about old-fashioned poetry?
ME: When I'm your age, I'll let you know
EMBER: .......this conversation's already been to broken up for anyone to follow
ME: Yeah, with the whole cutting each other off bit
EMBER: Yep.
ME: *smiles* I know. *continues writing* You're being uncharacteristically nice.
EMBER: *plays Victor's Piano Solo* I'm entitled to not be a jerk every once in a while.
EMBER: *plays Victor's Piano Solo* I'm entitled to not be a jerk every once in a while.
ME: He's got a good point. And he hasn't been a jerk as much, lately
ME: I know. Most of the time, the rest of the class agrees. But I usually just end up flat-out telling them what I think. I ain't gonna let a few teachers tell me how to think.
Dudette, totally the same here. Okay, story time:
In fifth grade, my teacher had the class bring in the newspaper every Monday or Tuesday, I can't remember when. But anyway, on one certain day of the week, there was a chapter of a story written in the newspaper, and we read it in class. Basically, it was about this kid who moved to Florida or something like that, and the neighbors gave him a cat as a welcoming present. I guess it was some sort of tradition for the neighbors.
So, the kid got a cat. It liked to hunt and kill, so he tied a bell around its neck so it couldn't move quietly, and animals could get out of the way in time. Then, the kid and his friend were playing by the train tracks, putting tubes of toothpaste on the tracks and watching the train run them over and squirt toothpaste. Idiots.
And the cat started walking by as the train came. The bell around its neck kept it from moving fast enough.......
It was a sick story. The kid must've gotten at least four or five cats, and they all died in some horrific way that made my jaw drop when I read it. Especially, y'know, considering my kitten had just gotten killed by a coyote.
After about a month or so, the story ended (the first cat with the bell actually survived, and it came back to live wih them. but it was still nasty), and our teacher asked what we thought of it. Everyone said it was really funny, and only one person other than me said "What the heck is wrong with you?!"
I think the teacher thought I was just trying to make an argument for the sake of arguing until I told her my kitten had just been killed by a coyote. Then I kinda saw this "Uh.......whoops..." look on her face.
I think that look was also partly because I corrected her when she said butterflies had no legs and sharks were mammals, so she knew not to mess with me
ME: *glances at Ember* Isn't that sick?
EMBER: What, the cat story?
ME: *nods*
EMBER: I think that the entire class except for you two thinking it was entertaining and funny was a lot worse. Esecially since they all figured "Haha, it's okay to laugh cause it's justa story"
ME: It's just like Roadkill Cafe. We had to do a project in sixth grade where you make food for the Roadkill Cafe. The thing is.......the day the teachers introduced it was the day a girl who went to our school was hit by a car. My teacher opened up the project by pulling a sutffed animal squirrel with tire tracks on it out of a bag. It had disgustingly real sound effects
EMBER: That's just sick
ME: Oh yeah. My friend and I (we love nature) just glanced at each other, and she said to me "Considering what happened this morning, this really isn't the best day to introduce the project, don't you think?"
EMBER: *laughs* Very good point
ME: Yeah.......oh! Good poem, Liz! Alliteration's hard. I have one poem that's entirely alliteration, and it took quite a while. I didn't even mean for the whole this to be like that, but I was walking around my neighborhood and this one line came to me. The poem rhymes, too ^.^ I'm proud
EMBER: Can I see it?
ME: .....no
EMBER: Well, that's one sign of intelligence I've seen from you so far. *smirks*
ME: *smirks back & writes some more*
ME: *smirks back & writes some more*
Aww, you two are sooo cute!
EMBER: *closes book* Alright. Who are you, and what have you done with Tara?
ME: ;P
OOH! Okay, everyone, in Coro we pass in daily journals, and Josh will always write comments back, right? So, I handed one in that said we could've done better with one song, and his comment was "How so?"
So in my next entry I started off by listing what we did wrong (we were late on one note, and some of us were really flat), and in response to that, he wrote "Ah."
Carrionism!!!
;D We should celebrate.