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Post by Liz on May 16, 2006 20:27:23 GMT -5
I hate when family members make fun of your pain. When I broke my arm, I started walking up to them holding my arm & crying my eyes out, and they were all laughing at me!
And you're surprised?
W00t!
XP
Yea, that's kinda the problem for my story. I'm definitely gonna get 10 pages out of it. The only problem is making it good enough to get it past my picky teacher. She's so annoying when it comes to figurative language. But whatever. I got 9 pages done & a free period tomorrow. Plus I always work better under last-minute pressure. It's all good.
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Post by EbonyStar on May 16, 2006 20:32:07 GMT -5
Sucks, doesn't it? Well, whatever. I just won't get hurt  My whole life has been based off of one corny joke: My dad married my mom MORI: *laughs* Sorry, but that was kinda funny the way you said it ME: Good. Glad it makes someone laugh EMBER: Oh, come on ME: I'm kidding, don't worry. I love my family, sometimes, and I grew up appreciating corniness. Hiding that appreciation as well, of course, because that's just what you're supposed to do. It's that understood, mutual reaction thing I don't know if I work better under last minute pressure or not. I can't remember the time when I worked before then, so I've nothing to compare it to *looks at the clock* Oh, hell *starts writing like mad* If I don't post in a while, I blew up my computer |
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Post by Liz on May 16, 2006 20:34:46 GMT -5
Good luck w/ that.
XD That made me laugh.
*nods* Gotcha. But I gotta go soon. Watchin' CB w/ mah sister.
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Post by EbonyStar on May 16, 2006 20:38:48 GMT -5
Good. I need laughter right now. No! Argh! I need. Focus. *keeps writing* Look at me, I'm breaking up all my sentences.
*jumps and puts a hand over heart* The Firebird Suite just came on, the Infernal Dance part, and it scared the heck outta me. *changes song* I'm a wreck!
Then give me a nice scene to read and inspire me! This script is, regrettably, a love story. Mind you, it's a very Tara-styled love story, with misunderstandings, confusion, and a not-so-happy, quite depressing ending.
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Post by Liz on May 16, 2006 20:40:36 GMT -5
Haha, 2nd thing to scare the heck outta you today.
Right, right. Gotcha. Can do.
Umm...not sure if I could inspire a story like that, but I'll do what I can.
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Post by EbonyStar on May 16, 2006 20:51:57 GMT -5
More than that
I know. I figured that after I posted it, but whatever. Still, I feel like reading something cute ^.^
*tries to focus and keeps glancing over at something insanely distracting. goes back to notebook and keeps looking up at it. looks back and forth more quickly before finally throwing pen on the floor* I can't take it anymore! *looks around for something and decides on Carrion's cloak/cape thing. steals it, throws it over the clown in Liz's sig, and pushes the clown outside. walks back in and shivers* Traumatizing.......*shivers again and puts cloak around shoulders without thinking*
CARRION: *clears throat*
ME: *looks up and does a double take. notices cape around shoulders and blushes. gives a small smile* .......whoops?
CARRION: *holds out a hand*
ME: .....but...I'm cold
CARRION: So am I *keeps hand extended*
ME: Pfft, you're such a wimp. I'm just going back to my homework, so I won't stop you. If you want it so badly, just go ahead and take it off me yourself *goes back to aforementioned [hellish] homework*
CARRION: *holds hand out a few seconds, obviously debating with himself, before pulling it back and crossing his arms. leans back against wall*
ME: *smiles to self and keeps writing*
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Post by Liz on May 16, 2006 21:00:06 GMT -5
Alright, alright. I'm workin' on it.
*laughs* Alright, I'll change my sig. Jeez....
*eyebrows raise* Whoa....nice.
*laughs a little* Awesomeness.
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Post by EbonyStar on May 16, 2006 21:03:30 GMT -5
Under normal circumstances, I'd say "Don't do that!"
But it really does scare me. Scared me sister too, even. I just don't do well with scary images, especially clowns
*innocently* What? It's easy: just pick up the cloak. No big deal, right?
MORI: Suuure
What's awesome is that I totally told my mom that I was working on my script and it got deleted because Word quit, and now I have time to do it over again ^.^
And I'm making progress. I just can't go in tomorrow on my rehearsal day with nothing
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Post by Liz on May 16, 2006 21:06:34 GMT -5
Then it has fulfilled it's purose. *goes to change it* *snickers* Wa-hey! *looks at the clock* Shoot. I gotta hurry up. I really need time to watch the movie. ME: Sorry to disappoint you, but I have to go soon. EMBER: So, where's the disappointing part? ME:  You're losing your clever-ness. EMBER: I downplay my jokes around you so you don't get too many headaches. *spins me* ME: And don't think I don't appreciate that. EMBER: *smirks* Glad we have an understanding. ME: Me too. ;D EMBER: *rolls eyes* ME: Ya know, I bet you couldn't go a whole day w/o rolling your eyes. EMBER: As long as I keep hanging around you, I couldn't ME: *nods* Makes sense. EMBER: You give into insults way too easily. ME: First off, that was hardly an insult. Secondly, I don't really get insulted all that easily. And if someone attempts to insult me & I agree w/ them or laugh about it, then I defeat their plan of trying to irritate me. EMBER: And I'm sure you consider that to be a significant victory. ME: *nods* Yup. I celebrate every victory, no matter how small & seemingly insignificant. EMBER: Uh-huh.... ME: You're no fun. EMBER: I'm not trying to be fun. ME: Well, it shows. EMBER: *shakes head a little & spins me out, then back in, then dips me* ME: .........okay, so maybe you're a little fun... EMBER: *grins* Glad to hear it. ME: *turns a bit red, then looks at the clock* Yikes. I gotta go now. SONG: *conveniently ends* ME: Wow, even the music has better timing than Tara. EMBER: *laughs* ME: Okey-doke. Bye all! *runs out the door* |
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Post by EbonyStar on May 16, 2006 21:31:29 GMT -5
Which reminds me: a woman at fiddle classes had a Cats sweatshirt on. It was muy kewl
*agrees*
I only do that if I think I'm not gonna win. And still, even then. Otherwise, nothing stops me from trying ^.^;;;
Heh, nicely done
Ha. Ha. Ha.
What's pathetic is it's true. But I love my bad timing. Keeps you all on your toes and keeps [the after]life interesting
EMBER: *sits back on couch and starts reading*
HAZEL: *walks over and stops in front of him, shuffling cards*
EMBER: *glances up* Do you mind? Not that you're insanely annoying or anything, Hazel, but...well, you are
HAZEL: You've known more annoying. And I want to see something *continues shuffling, but holds out deck*
EMBER: No way. Last time I tried this, I picked clubs
HAZEL: *recalls the memory and starts laughing*
EMBER: *glares* It's not funny! You told me that meant sexual frustration!
HAZEL: *keeps laughing so hard she almost can't talk* And the look on your face aftwerwards was priceless. Don't worry, you're good this time. Here, just pick one *stops shuffling and holds out deck*
EMBER: *looks suspicious* How do I know you didn't mess with them?
HAZEL: *gives him cards*
EMBER: *shuffles them a few times and hands them back to her*
HAZEL: *holds them out patiently*
EMBER: .......*sighs and takes one. looks at it and narrows his eyes at her* And how are you going to convince me this wasn't a set-up?
HAZEL: *casually* Why? Which one was it?
EMBER: *hands card back over*
HAZEL: *looks at it and raises her eyebrows, pleased that it worked so well* I don't think I even need to tell you which mood this one is
EMBER: *picks up book and walks off*
HAZEL: *sits on couch, puts her feet up, and shuffles the Ace of Hearts back into the deck with a smile*
Now I gotta go, or I'm dead. I'll see you all tomorrow! Y'know what, I can do a portion of this and say I lost the other pages. No big deal. I can type them up tomorrow, cause I won't have a lot of work to do then, and bring them in later. It's all good. Just gotta work hard tonight
I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow. Til then, ciao
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Post by Emily on May 16, 2006 22:27:14 GMT -5
*shuffles in*
New thread eh? damn, I wish I could read up on everything but I can't.
Anyways, I have successfully converted my mom into liking POTO. Tonight I showed her a clip of Hugh Panaro singing "All I Ask Of You Reprise" and she likes his voice too. Hooray. I really love his rendition of the song, it's terribly sad...and he doesn't do that bad at laughing crazily either.
Erik: (-)-
Me: What?
Erik: It's boring around here.
Me: So? Go back to your lair.
Erik: No... couldn't do that...
Me: Then why do you hang around here?
Erik: Because I'm the opera ghost.
Me: Dude, this is a lounge.
Erik: Well...I'm the phantom. I just hang around and barely anyone takes notice.
Me: That's not true, people know you're here.
Erik: I guess so.
Me: Hey mister, no pouty face from you. *takes out a box of Girlscout cookies*
Erik: (^)^
Me: Enjoy those. I gotta head out.
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Post by EbonyStar on May 17, 2006 9:28:21 GMT -5
Dude, Mr Ghost, everyone knows you're here. But I guess it's worth it to be able to eat those cookies nonstop, huh?
Oh, guess who has another day off because of the rain?
MORI: .....you?
Seriously, it's sunny and bright out today, and so nice and warm (it's only mid-May and it FINALLY feels like spring). I did half of my project or so last night, and I was all "That's great, because I'm only halfway done and I already have twice as many pages as another kid in my class did, so I'll just make my rehearsal schedule, which will take a grand total of five minutes, and be done for now."
I woke up on time and was wide awake, somehow, and I got in the car and my mom drove us to school, where we were met by Vic, who runs the office and everything. he said "Sorry, guys, but the upper school is closed for today. We thought everything was fine, but this morning someone discovered a problem and.....yeah. We'll email you to let you know where we are."
Honestly, since this school's crazy, there's seriously (like, literally) no telling when this thing's getting fixed. Could be today, could be next week. But I'm good with that.
The funny thing is, last Friday I kept saying "Why does it feel like we have vacation next week? It's weird."
And badabing, badaboom, I've had a full five days off in a row. Not bad
*goes to work on her fabulous script*
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Post by Liz on May 17, 2006 13:40:01 GMT -5
Wicked awesome to the max, yo!
Frustrates the hell outta me. But I suppose that just makes you love it all the more, right?
*desparately tries to stifle laughter*
MORI: What's awesome is, if he says that means nothing, then he's gonna have to take back the smarty-pants comments he made to Hazel when she picked that card. ;D
HAZEL: *victorious smirk*
MORI: Of course, if Hazel is insisting that it means something, then that means that the time she picked that card.....
HAZEL: Alright, that's enough out of you.
MORI: *looks innocent*
Holy crap in a pita, Tara! Jeez.....
Whoa, spooky.
My short story didn't exactly go according to plan. I only had, like, a page left to do & one period to do it in. No problem, right? Wrong. When I opened up the file, the entire story was gone. So.....I tried to type the whole thing up over again 'cause I had a few rough drafts I could copy from. But....I wasn't even halfway done when there was 10 minutes left. So......yea. I decided to just type up the last few pages by themselves & hand them in w/ the rough drafts. Which sucked 'cause I had tons of improvements to make which I totally could've done if the file didn't disappear. Anyhoo.....I ended up handing in a half-assed ending w/ my rough draft. XP But at least I had something to hand in.
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Post by EbonyStar on May 17, 2006 13:45:26 GMT -5
^.^
EVERYONE ELSE: *isn't bothering*
Mori wins, as usual
I know. I figured we were gonna have it, but I saw Vic stopping people outside of school when they pulled up, and I was thinking "No way....." I didn't believe it til he told me
*resists the urge to sing*
Wrong
Oh, who called it?
...ouch.
A for effort. F for luck.
Nice sig, by the way
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Post by Liz on May 17, 2006 13:51:18 GMT -5
Well, at least I can say I tried to be nice about it. ME: *takes out dry-erase board & marks down another point for Mori* MORI: What's my score so far? ME: Umm....lemme see...one, two, three, *continues to silently count*.....a lot. MORI: ;D Tell me about it. 8 pages down the drain. I knew I shouldn't have messed w/ my school's net storage last night. I would have just copied & pasted onto my own Microsoft Word, but the page setup is all weird & I don't know how to fix it. Yup. But I wouldn't call my luck totally rotten. At least I had my rough drafts with me. I'm just wicked pissed I couldn't make my alterations. I had so much more stuff to fix w/ the stuff that was already typed up. But at least I fit the minimum length. I'll just ignore my teacher's lousy remarks.  |
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You're losing your clever-ness.
