Friday, September 30, 2011
Why am I so damned lazy part #1
What this is about: A series of rants ranting herself because she is just that pathetic/Actual blog post/Rants/Randomness/Cake(LIES.)/....
So you walk in the hallways at school, after dismissal. You walk out the classroom and BOOM! The human centipede basically just appear.
Then you find out the boys in your school are so messed one of them messed up the floor of their washroom with their own feces.
The awkwardness.
So anyway, not that anyone is anticipating my return, but I will try to write 3 blog posts a day again. Not including today since I have writer's block from writing a Soundless Voice/Proof of Life story, which since my only reader(Or not.) is probably Viv, is up on the Fanfiction Central on MSN.
So, so. How's life for you?
Mine isn't what I consider miserable and obviously, as you've seen in the first paragraph, not royal paradise. Oh well. It's not supposed to be anyway.
Write, write, write, write, write/Type, type, type, type, type.
When you come down to it, there's not much to say. Not much that could impress all parties of people anyway.
But COOKIES always cheer people up. Why is that? Because COOKIES are not a lie. COOKIES lie beside you when you need them.
Mmmmm, COOKIES.
..Why did I emphasize cookies? Now people will think it's a hidden message or something, dear god.
Oh well...
I guess this is goodbye for now.
~ R A V E N
~ Angelic Espeon
~Matryoshka- Miku and Gumi~
So you walk in the hallways at school, after dismissal. You walk out the classroom and BOOM! The human centipede basically just appear.
Then you find out the boys in your school are so messed one of them messed up the floor of their washroom with their own feces.
The awkwardness.
So anyway, not that anyone is anticipating my return, but I will try to write 3 blog posts a day again. Not including today since I have writer's block from writing a Soundless Voice/Proof of Life story, which since my only reader(Or not.) is probably Viv, is up on the Fanfiction Central on MSN.
So, so. How's life for you?
Mine isn't what I consider miserable and obviously, as you've seen in the first paragraph, not royal paradise. Oh well. It's not supposed to be anyway.
Write, write, write, write, write/Type, type, type, type, type.
When you come down to it, there's not much to say. Not much that could impress all parties of people anyway.
But COOKIES always cheer people up. Why is that? Because COOKIES are not a lie. COOKIES lie beside you when you need them.
Mmmmm, COOKIES.
..Why did I emphasize cookies? Now people will think it's a hidden message or something, dear god.
Oh well...
I guess this is goodbye for now.
~ R A V E N
~ Angelic Espeon
~Matryoshka- Miku and Gumi~
Monday, September 26, 2011
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Read this until the end~~ You get cake!
At a WalMart store, a cashier hands this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'...Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around.
She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
A lady walked toward him and asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
She replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied back sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this,
'My Sister has gone to be with God. Dad dy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at the lady and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed her a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. She quickly reached for her wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' She added some of her money to his without him seeing and they started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at the lady and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the boys granny returned and the lady left with her basket. She finished her shopping in a totally different state of mind from when she started. She couldn't get the little boy out of her mind. Then she remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, The woman read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. She couldn't stop herself as she bought a bunch of white roses and went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. She left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that her life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Pass this on.
or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
I'm not really one to touch spam, and it wasn't obligation I felt that made me put this up, but.. yeah. It's a touching one out of other touching ones, but it doesn't really matter. It reminds you of humanity's good side X) And that's good enough for me.
What a cool story, I know ._. You're free to do whatever you just did before this.
Oh right, cake was a lie :] I just fooled you into reading all of this ;)
XD Okay, that's all I have to say. Until next time where I might actually not be a lazy ass and put up pictures!
~ R A V E N
~ Angelic Espeon
***GASP. 2 ALIASES. THIS IS SUCH A COOL STORY, BRO.***
At a WalMart store, a cashier hands this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'...Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around.
She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
A lady walked toward him and asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
She replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied back sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this,
'My Sister has gone to be with God. Dad dy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at the lady and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed her a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. She quickly reached for her wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' She added some of her money to his without him seeing and they started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at the lady and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the boys granny returned and the lady left with her basket. She finished her shopping in a totally different state of mind from when she started. She couldn't get the little boy out of her mind. Then she remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, The woman read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. She couldn't stop herself as she bought a bunch of white roses and went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. She left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that her life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Pass this on.
or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
I'm not really one to touch spam, and it wasn't obligation I felt that made me put this up, but.. yeah. It's a touching one out of other touching ones, but it doesn't really matter. It reminds you of humanity's good side X) And that's good enough for me.
What a cool story, I know ._. You're free to do whatever you just did before this.
Oh right, cake was a lie :] I just fooled you into reading all of this ;)
XD Okay, that's all I have to say. Until next time where I might actually not be a lazy ass and put up pictures!
~ R A V E N
~ Angelic Espeon
***GASP. 2 ALIASES. THIS IS SUCH A COOL STORY, BRO.***
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