"Aw come on guys! Just once? pleeeease?" Dandin asked imploringly.
"Sham off ya little twerp!" One of the boys said. "Yeah, don't you have some algebrology to be doing?" another one said. This made them all burst out in laughter, and Dandin felt his heart being slowly pulled apart. As he turned around to leave, he ran right into a pair of legs. It was Bryan, the leader of the gang. "I'm sorry Dandin, but you can't come along. You just aren't old enough." Dandin understood. He understood that it was foolish for him to have thought that they would make an exception. His eyes began to swell with tears. "Hey," Bryan said, "don't take it so hard. If you wanna ever hang out with us you gotta be tough right?" Dandin looked up and could see that Bryan understood too. He even thought that perhaps Bryan used to be the one who got left out when he was little. Bryan took a quick glance over Dandin and saw the other boys horseplaying around a little ways away. "Hey, take this." He put out his hand and revealed a small ring, made to look like a curled up snake. "My mom got this for me, but she just buys me things so I'll like her new boyfriend. Why don't you have it, or give it to some girl." Dandin felt a surge of pride rush over him. "To think!" he thought, "Bryan giving me something! I bet the other boys would be so jealous if they found out!"
"Now get outta here" Bryan said smiling and pointing his thumb over his shoulder. Dandin ran from the playground, and saw that it was dusk. "I hope mom doesn't get worried" he thought. "I'll save some time by taking a short cut!" He said with glee, still happy about recieving the ring. He ran through Miss Laisdale's backyard and became lost in a maze of sheets and clothing. "Drat! Today must be laundry day!" He looked around, but wasn't sure which way to go. The moonlight reflecting off the sheets frighted Dandin a little. The wind began to howl, and he thought he heard foot steps. He quickly put the ring in his pocket, and slowly approached a sheet. He knelt down to see if anyone was standing around, but there were no feet.
What happened next? I don't know, are you still reading this?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
pay it forward
Just the other day, I borrowed a book from my friend Boyd. I gave it back to him with thanks at the beginning of class, and was once again book-less. Halfway through, when the professor (because we be in college yo) asked us to turn to a certain page, I could only look down at my paper and eagerly await to write down whatever she said. But, just then, I saw out of the corner of my eye a copy of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight being handed to me (passive voice?). It turns out that Boyd had gone ahead and purchased another copy of it while I was borrowing his. So he let me borrow the book which is awesome because now I don't have to spend money I don't have on a book, and it was really nice of him.
After class I went outside and smoked a cigarette. A kid came up to me and asked if I had a light. I did, and I remembered that I actually had one inside of my bag. So I handed it to him and told him to keep it. That's why I thought of it like paying it forward. I would have said that so that it would be the title of the movie instead of a verbal phrase but my hands are cold, and I'm too lazy to do the italics, and it's funnier this way because I'm explaining something that doesn't matter a whole lot. Anyway, his name was Cameron, and he had just "bombed" a bio test because he had been in jail for something like a bunch of hours. His cell mate was in there for armed heroin distribution. I thought that was really funny, and told Cameron that at least he knew now that he never wanted to go to jail again.
I have really great dreams sometimes, but I also have terrible nightmares as well. Last night (or this morning, however you look at it), I had a dream that a bunch of firefighters were in a very unstable building and it collapsed. I was some sort of spectator / volunteer and was there to witness it. I remember the sergeant or chief crying out and we rushed to go find them. We found one, crushed under a huge slab of concrete and debris. When we lifted it up, I couldn't even recognize a human being. Perhaps, it wasn't one. Right before I woke up, I was rushing to another unstable house with a bunch of people in it, yelling at them, thinking "It's going to happen again. Just like in my dream."
After class I went outside and smoked a cigarette. A kid came up to me and asked if I had a light. I did, and I remembered that I actually had one inside of my bag. So I handed it to him and told him to keep it. That's why I thought of it like paying it forward. I would have said that so that it would be the title of the movie instead of a verbal phrase but my hands are cold, and I'm too lazy to do the italics, and it's funnier this way because I'm explaining something that doesn't matter a whole lot. Anyway, his name was Cameron, and he had just "bombed" a bio test because he had been in jail for something like a bunch of hours. His cell mate was in there for armed heroin distribution. I thought that was really funny, and told Cameron that at least he knew now that he never wanted to go to jail again.
I have really great dreams sometimes, but I also have terrible nightmares as well. Last night (or this morning, however you look at it), I had a dream that a bunch of firefighters were in a very unstable building and it collapsed. I was some sort of spectator / volunteer and was there to witness it. I remember the sergeant or chief crying out and we rushed to go find them. We found one, crushed under a huge slab of concrete and debris. When we lifted it up, I couldn't even recognize a human being. Perhaps, it wasn't one. Right before I woke up, I was rushing to another unstable house with a bunch of people in it, yelling at them, thinking "It's going to happen again. Just like in my dream."
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Hitchcock's vegence from beyond the grave
I tried to wake up early this morning to finish some school work, but snoozed instead, thinking that I'd still have enough time. Little did I know, my senses were about to turn my body into a dizzy puke machine (I didn't know what else to say. really, I tried).
It had been about an hour after I had woken up, and I was making breakfast. I eat an "egg n' bread" just about every morning. It used to be an egg n' cheese sandwich, but unfortunately, my budget just doesn't allow me such luxuries. As I took a bite, I felt half of the hearing in my right ear go out. I was slightly alarmed, but thought that it would go away (which of course it didn't). Then I started to notice my balance was worsening. I couldn't hold my head up, or walk in a strait line since my ear was fucking up. I viewed it as an interesting experience until I threw up. I'll try and explain the feeling (it helps if you are a binge drinker): end of the night, you've had too much to drink, and when you lay down, the room spins. Simple right? It's just the spins. Well it's a lot worse when you actually remember what you've been doing for the last two hours and you're biggest concern isn't whether or not that girl you talked to still thinks you're cool.
My roommate took me to the university health center, and they met me at the door with a wheelchair (since I could barely walk). I felt so weak. They gave me some medication to calm the nausea and dizziness. I went in feeling like a 9 (extreme pain/excruciating) and left feeling like a 2 (uncomfortable/slight pain). I feel a lot better though! It was just a strange day.
I had positional vertigo. It sucks and I hope you never get it because you will hate everything. But at least you can be mean to people and forgiven (because they know you feel bad).
It had been about an hour after I had woken up, and I was making breakfast. I eat an "egg n' bread" just about every morning. It used to be an egg n' cheese sandwich, but unfortunately, my budget just doesn't allow me such luxuries. As I took a bite, I felt half of the hearing in my right ear go out. I was slightly alarmed, but thought that it would go away (which of course it didn't). Then I started to notice my balance was worsening. I couldn't hold my head up, or walk in a strait line since my ear was fucking up. I viewed it as an interesting experience until I threw up. I'll try and explain the feeling (it helps if you are a binge drinker): end of the night, you've had too much to drink, and when you lay down, the room spins. Simple right? It's just the spins. Well it's a lot worse when you actually remember what you've been doing for the last two hours and you're biggest concern isn't whether or not that girl you talked to still thinks you're cool.
My roommate took me to the university health center, and they met me at the door with a wheelchair (since I could barely walk). I felt so weak. They gave me some medication to calm the nausea and dizziness. I went in feeling like a 9 (extreme pain/excruciating) and left feeling like a 2 (uncomfortable/slight pain). I feel a lot better though! It was just a strange day.
I had positional vertigo. It sucks and I hope you never get it because you will hate everything. But at least you can be mean to people and forgiven (because they know you feel bad).
Saturday, February 14, 2009
valentine's day
So I awoke this morning to the ringing of my cell phone. I at least picked it up to see who it was. Had it not been my sister, I probably wouldn't have picked it up. She was calling to see when I'd be arriving for Arrival Day (which is a celebration my Mom and Dad put on for my sister and I in honor of our adoption). It's a really nice day where we all are able to be together and drink.
I told her I'd be there around four, and we said goodbye. It was then that I noticed a little envelope icon on my phone. "Ah! A text message" I thought with glee. "I wonder what it'll say?"
It was a phone number with an area code from my hometown. That was somewhat confusing, but also helpful in deciding what had happened.
The message said, " Don't forget about me." and was sent at 8:00 a.m.
Another message was sent at 8:12 saying, "U still coming to get me"
This was all very puzzling to me since I didn't recognize the phone number and couldn't think of a reason why I'd be getting such messages.
This could be an elaborate trick by one my friends, or it could be someone from my hometown who had the wrong number (since this happens more often than you would imagine).
Either way, I think some people had some plans for valentine's day, and it looks like they sort of went wrong. But I wish those people the best. I responded, "who is this?" which made sense to me at the time, but if that person think's I'm someone else, then... Oh well,
Happy Valentine's Day!
I told her I'd be there around four, and we said goodbye. It was then that I noticed a little envelope icon on my phone. "Ah! A text message" I thought with glee. "I wonder what it'll say?"
It was a phone number with an area code from my hometown. That was somewhat confusing, but also helpful in deciding what had happened.
The message said, " Don't forget about me." and was sent at 8:00 a.m.
Another message was sent at 8:12 saying, "U still coming to get me"
This was all very puzzling to me since I didn't recognize the phone number and couldn't think of a reason why I'd be getting such messages.
This could be an elaborate trick by one my friends, or it could be someone from my hometown who had the wrong number (since this happens more often than you would imagine).
Either way, I think some people had some plans for valentine's day, and it looks like they sort of went wrong. But I wish those people the best. I responded, "who is this?" which made sense to me at the time, but if that person think's I'm someone else, then... Oh well,
Happy Valentine's Day!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Creative Circus
All I want to do is make it through this semester, finish up in Maymester, and go here.
This is what I want, and I have to make it happen.
This is what I want, and I have to make it happen.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sir Yvain
This is funny:
"At last my lord Yvain crushed the helmet of the knight, whom the blow stunned and made so faint that he swooned away, never having received such a cruel blow before. Beneath his kerchief his head was split to the very brains, so that the meshes of his bright hauberk were stained with the brains and blood, all of which caused him such intense pain that his heart almost ceased to beat. He had good reason then to flee, for he felt that he had a mortal wound, and that further resistance would not avail."
"At last my lord Yvain crushed the helmet of the knight, whom the blow stunned and made so faint that he swooned away, never having received such a cruel blow before. Beneath his kerchief his head was split to the very brains, so that the meshes of his bright hauberk were stained with the brains and blood, all of which caused him such intense pain that his heart almost ceased to beat. He had good reason then to flee, for he felt that he had a mortal wound, and that further resistance would not avail."
an early birthday present
Hello and good afternoon all! This is a short story I wrote for my friend Michael, for his birthday. He is one of my best friends, and I began the story as sort of a joke, but realized that I could turn it into something somewhat meaningful (and cheesy).
One day, the wind decided to stop blowing
the oceans decided to stop moving
and a certain little boy, decided to stop caring.
"Isn't there something I can do?" his mother asked.
"No!" replied the boy, as he stormed out of the house, and ran to the end of the dock.
He sat on the edge, with his legs dangling off, confused by the feeling of anger boiling inside of him, and feeling weak and hurt all over his body.
Just then, a dolphin popped her head out of the water, and and the boy was amazed by the beauty of this creature he had never seen before.
"Michael" she said, "All the fish in the sea, and all the seeds in the trees, can't go anywhere, until you care again." And as Michael watched the dolphin sink below the water, he caught his reflection on the water, and saw the saddest boy he'd ever seen.
"That boy is me" he thought. And just then, the wind began to blow again, and the waves began to move again, and Michael? well... he began to care again, and grew up to be you
Happy birthday Michael, and thanks for all your support! I think you are twenty two.
One day, the wind decided to stop blowing
the oceans decided to stop moving
and a certain little boy, decided to stop caring.
"Isn't there something I can do?" his mother asked.
"No!" replied the boy, as he stormed out of the house, and ran to the end of the dock.
He sat on the edge, with his legs dangling off, confused by the feeling of anger boiling inside of him, and feeling weak and hurt all over his body.
Just then, a dolphin popped her head out of the water, and and the boy was amazed by the beauty of this creature he had never seen before.
"Michael" she said, "All the fish in the sea, and all the seeds in the trees, can't go anywhere, until you care again." And as Michael watched the dolphin sink below the water, he caught his reflection on the water, and saw the saddest boy he'd ever seen.
"That boy is me" he thought. And just then, the wind began to blow again, and the waves began to move again, and Michael? well... he began to care again, and grew up to be you
Happy birthday Michael, and thanks for all your support! I think you are twenty two.
Sitting in the Library
just thinking to myself. Listening to music, and taking in the day.
I've found it helpful to carefully read the lyrics to some of my new favorite songs, and think about what the musician was trying to say. Bon Iver's Lump Sum to me, is a song about compromise, effort, and what emerges from one's own sacrifice.
He's traded some sort of burden or emotional weight in return for money, and perhaps relief. However, he seems to morosely sum up the rest of his life, when after selling his red horse for a venture home, he expects to "vanish on the bow, setting slow" like the sun over the horizon.
The second verse seems like a resistance to the thought that everything is contained, or should follow a path (i.e. the doldrums). The lines, "color the era, film it's historical" are somewhat conufisng to me other than their obvious meaning. Perhaps...
I'm boring.
I've found it helpful to carefully read the lyrics to some of my new favorite songs, and think about what the musician was trying to say. Bon Iver's Lump Sum to me, is a song about compromise, effort, and what emerges from one's own sacrifice.
He's traded some sort of burden or emotional weight in return for money, and perhaps relief. However, he seems to morosely sum up the rest of his life, when after selling his red horse for a venture home, he expects to "vanish on the bow, setting slow" like the sun over the horizon.
The second verse seems like a resistance to the thought that everything is contained, or should follow a path (i.e. the doldrums). The lines, "color the era, film it's historical" are somewhat conufisng to me other than their obvious meaning. Perhaps...
I'm boring.
man, this is boring, but i was alarmed
so i listen to much of my music on playlist.com since the library is relatively massive and eccentric. While I was thinking of a song to listen to, a red banner caught my eye. In large white letters it said "doitforyourbaby.com" and it had a picture of a wide eyed baby. At the bottom however, there was a play button, and the caption said "hear what whooping cough sounds like" and for some reason or another, whether it be the wording, or just my internal voice, I read it as a sort of inviting statement, much like the way you would hear your friend cheerily and articulately say "so, what do you want to do today?" I clicked the button and immediately regretted it. It sounds like a baby drowing. It made me feel errie, and sort of helpless, like there was this baby, making this sound somewhere, and I couldn't do anything about it. Anyway, check it out if you need another regret in your life.
Monday, February 9, 2009
been away
so, back home now,
been away, and what has happened
but things I could have never stopped
She's changed her mind about me
And another man now
stands in the sunlight
next to her
I was brought along
And managed to walk with her long enough
to see them on their way
A part of you, somehow joined again
and all I can think of are terrible, awful things
I feel small, and angry, and jealous, and exhausted. I wish I had never tried, and I wish I had never known. I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller.
FUCK EVERYTHING.
been away, and what has happened
but things I could have never stopped
She's changed her mind about me
And another man now
stands in the sunlight
next to her
I was brought along
And managed to walk with her long enough
to see them on their way
A part of you, somehow joined again
and all I can think of are terrible, awful things
I feel small, and angry, and jealous, and exhausted. I wish I had never tried, and I wish I had never known. I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller.
FUCK EVERYTHING.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
short stories
"Oh no!" exclaimed the gentleman, "I am a terrible guesser of age, my lady."
"Tis' forgiven" spake she, "for you are a clever man."
"How so?" replied the gentleman.
With a coy look, she replied "You really want to know?"
And he understood.
A Poem:
Hereunto lies the body of dreams
"Where?"
The end.
"Tonight's the night" he said with much admiration. Mark had been waiting for what seemed like ages, for this very night. He gave himself one last look of confidence in the mirror and was off. As he briskly jogged down the stairs, he accidentally missed a step, and proceeded to tumble down to the ground. "No no no, please god, please. not this." He had broken a finger, and sprained his ankle, both of which he was going to need if he wanted to survive the night. ...
the end
"Tis' forgiven" spake she, "for you are a clever man."
"How so?" replied the gentleman.
With a coy look, she replied "You really want to know?"
And he understood.
A Poem:
Hereunto lies the body of dreams
"Where?"
The end.
"Tonight's the night" he said with much admiration. Mark had been waiting for what seemed like ages, for this very night. He gave himself one last look of confidence in the mirror and was off. As he briskly jogged down the stairs, he accidentally missed a step, and proceeded to tumble down to the ground. "No no no, please god, please. not this." He had broken a finger, and sprained his ankle, both of which he was going to need if he wanted to survive the night. ...
the end
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