It was night when the door to the City lease office closed. Anthony knew he was finally done. He had made all the arrangements for two years and finally had his business running. accueillez des rêves! had been his project for the past 24 months – “23 months and 9 days,” he thought to himself as he marked his planner. He stopped momentarily in a state of joy wondering if this was real. How would he be able to tell if he was actually dreaming? His dreams consisted of this moment. Was he about to wake up? His body made a sudden jump as he mercilessly pinched his arm – he had to be sure.
“What’s next?” He thought to himself as he strolled, still exuberant, towards home, thinking about his “baby”. That’s what he’d been calling it for the past few months. It wasn’t a baby anymore. Now accueillez des rêves! was a five-star restaurant. Anthony couldn’t believe it either. Did he make it? Was he really there yet? Anthony had to suppress his excitement. 4 years ago, he was emigrating from Senegal with only a few essentials and some cookware. He tried to think of how it came to be, and his thoughts were filled with great memories from Senegal of his mother passing him the baton in the kitchen. Since his childhood, Anthony had wanted to cook. Not for people’s hunger though, but for their entertainment. He wanted to be a chef. He wanted to own his very own restaurant. He wanted control of something for once. Coming to America in pursuit of his dream, Anthony achieved highest honors at his culinary school. That’s when he met Sarah.
She always had been kind and supportive. How he missed her now. Their first date was at her cousin’s small bakery where he told her his life goal. She had started him off on his dream of operating a restaurant. They had worked together on everything. It wasn’t just his goal now, but theirs. She died; Anthony never quite got over it. He didn’t have to though. Sarah was kept alive in his heart and in his head. Her memory kept him going, kept him encouraged. The restaurant was their dream and he would make it. Anthony began to cry a little. Sarah would want him to move on, and celebrate his achievement, so he stopped his tears. “Thank you, Sarah” he said quietly out loud.
Anthony reached home without another sad thought. Home for him was a small living quarters above his restaurant. A desk, a lamp, a dresser and a picture of him and Sarah; There wasn’t much space for physical items, but that’s not what it was for. This was where he could realize his dreams - where he could find himself. He sat in his mother’s rocking chair as what appeared to be the last two year’s worth of exhaustion slowly caught up to him. Did he still have work to do? Anthony’s mind started racking itself for any recollection of a job he had yet to do. In the past, he would still be up working on papers, and taking care of his “baby”. Now was different though. Now he could rest. Now he was finally done.
The hospital bed Anthony woke up on was cold. “what happened?! Where am I?! where’s Sarah?!” Anthony didn’t remember a thing from last night except for thoughts of Sarah. A pale nurse came in to tend to him. Was she pale? Or was his vision foggy. “It’ll be okay” she said calmly, trying to soothe the distraught man. She tried to comfort him with love; Right now, the thing that would comfort him most was information. He got it. A doctor hurriedly came in just as Anthony was standing up removing the typical hospital attire and hardware. It was then that the doctor told him how lucky he was to be alive. An employee must have left the oven on low. The heat carried carbon monoxide up into Anthony’s living quarters. He was incapacitated and a fire broke out. A passerby saw flames and alerted the authorities who came and saved him. That bystander witnessed something terrible – the end of a dream, Anthony’s dream. Anthony’s heart had stopped. The monitor had changed from frequent blips to the panicked drawn out wail as Anthony removed the leads from his chest. Maybe the EKG monitor was still on.
Anthony awaited discharge, and contemplated the things that had happened. His normal optimistic demeanor had been replaced with gloom. He had overcome trials before, but not one like this. The others, though difficult to overcome could never completely block out his dreams and aspirations. His dreams consumed his life, and the fire last night, consumed his dreams.
A taxi dropped him off at his once five-star “baby”, now reduced to tearful ashes. A police officer made his way to stop the intruder from entering the property. The officer stopped in his tracks when Anthony looked at him. He’d been a peace officer for several years now, but had never seen a face like Anthony’s. A face so full of remorse and tragedy, sorrow and longing, fear and crushed dreams. Burned dreams. Anthony stepped forward into the rubble and charred walls. He saw the ruined stove, where he so often was craftily preparing for customers. He found the first table he ever served to, when he accidentally elbowed a critic in the face – and still got a four star rating. He found the chipped paint, where he had fought Sarah with the paint rollers as they happily worked on accueillez des rêves; he chuckled as a tear ran down his face. The mailman had come yesterday. Anthony sorted through burnt letters: “congratulations on a four star rating!” one proclaimed. The return address was destroyed. “Great work with everyt…” said another piece of half ruined mail. Then he found the insurance waiver. “As owner of…” the ink was charred in some spots, “…staurant, upon receipt of this signed application, full insurance coverage will be granted, al…” He could have read on, but he knew it was too late for anything.
Anthony moved on to his room. The stairs were gone, but so were the supports to the upper section; His room had crumpled and fallen down, into the main area of the dining room. He saw his burnt dresser and immediately gave up hope on his clothes. The only item recognizable was a picture frame. The glass had been blackened and was now nearly opaque. That didn’t matter to him; He knew what picture was inside. Leaving the still smoking memory, he held dearly to this picture, the only picture – all that he had left. Anthony crawled back into the cab with his one belonging, broken and alone. “Where to?” the driver asked apologetically, as he turned off the meter.
“The airport,” Anthony requested, “please.”
The officer, having such pain for this hurt man stopped the taxi as it pulled away from the curb. The lively spirit Anthony used to have had been evicted from the body that used to house it. Now only sorrow resided there.
“Where are you going now?” the police man forced out.
Anthony took a while to respond. He hadn’t quite yet come to terms with everything. He sat there and slowly wiped the black soot off of the picture frame
“Home.”
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday mornings
Sound. Such a great gift to the world. Think of all the amazing things humans do with sound. No, think of the amazing things humans ARE with sound. You know what wakes me up every Monday? Sound.(or is it fate)
After one of my late Sunday nights, I expected I would be able to sleep in a bit the next day.
I was wrong.
During my tranquil slumber, I was rudely awakened by work crews outside. they rambled on for a few minutes, but to sum up their conversation would mean a trip to the bathroom... then the liquor store.
The talking stopped and I figured I could go back to sleep, botherless. That's when the bobcat tractor, wielding a 250 lb hydraulic jackhammer, decided to start making conversation with the concrete, and I didn't like that conversation at all. Not fun. Or quiet. The week improved and surely I would not be awakened again.
Did you know that they use jet engines on septic tank pumps? I didn't either until the following Monday morning....
After one of my late Sunday nights, I expected I would be able to sleep in a bit the next day.
I was wrong.
During my tranquil slumber, I was rudely awakened by work crews outside. they rambled on for a few minutes, but to sum up their conversation would mean a trip to the bathroom... then the liquor store.
The talking stopped and I figured I could go back to sleep, botherless. That's when the bobcat tractor, wielding a 250 lb hydraulic jackhammer, decided to start making conversation with the concrete, and I didn't like that conversation at all. Not fun. Or quiet. The week improved and surely I would not be awakened again.
Did you know that they use jet engines on septic tank pumps? I didn't either until the following Monday morning....
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Ctrl z
"Ctrl-Z"
by Ryan Richey
intro music as sean (main character) types on the computer...
Brian- hey sean how you doin.
Sean- good, just doin some homework for my BIO class tomorrow.
B- oh nice, just a paper or somethin?
S- yeah, just 3 hours of my life wasted...
hey does this sound right to you?
(begins to quote what he just typed....)
B- no that sounds whako
(B presses ctrl-z to delete the whole paragraph; S is disgusted, (or angry))
all better
S- DUDE THAT STUFF WAS FINE, JUST NEEDED SOME TWEAKING!!!
B- GEEZ! I'll just undo it!
S- you better, that took like 10 minutes to write!
B- just push ctrl-z again
Mark, another roommate leans out from an awkward location...
Mark- DONT TOUCH CTRL Z!
S+B- what? why not?
M define to me what ctrl z does...
B- DUH it just undoes your last move
S- OR LAST RETARDED MOVE IN BRIAN"S CASE!
(B+S begin to fight, calling eachother various titles of questionable intelligence and making animal noises)
M- COOL IT!!! this is sensitive material! right so ctrl z undoes your last move...
B+S- well yeah an-
M- BUT WHAT IF your last move was UNDOING something...!
B+S- ......uh mark? .....
M- dont you get it?! pressing ctrl z twice could thoeretically destroy the fabric of the time space continuum!
B+S- .........?!
M- YOU CAN'T GO BACK IN TIME!!!! UNDOING WHAT YOU UNDID MEANS YOU MUST HAVE NEVER UNDONE IT IN THE FIRSTPLACE!!!!! WHICH IS NOT TRUE!!! CUZ YOU DID IT!!!!
S- I'm so lost?
B- yeah, my brain hurts
M- YOU COULD CAUSE A PARALLEL UNIVERSE COLLISION SPHERE BASED ON ALTERNATE HISTORIES!!!!
(Brian and Sean are quiet and confused in fear of mark)
THATS BAD!!!! but yeah, (he chuckles) its only hypothetical...i gotta run, see ya!
B+S are silent as M leaves...
B- whoa that was intense
S- you shoulda been there when he thought the microwave said negative 1 before it beeped...
but lets just push it, after that 15 min conversation, i dont wanna wait anymore.
(ctrl z is pushed and the perspective gets all crazy. the lights flicker and things are going insane and then... poof! everything is normal and the paragraph is back....)
B- well that was just fine,
S- yeah what was he talking about... psh what a chowderhead... HA! alternate universe-majigy HAHA !
B+S turn around to see an alienlike figure who starts chasing them... they STOP laughing and run
(the two realize they are actually in an alternate universe and begin fighting for survival... random roommates join them as they progress through the surviving... like... Chad, who finds himself in a fridge with a live chicken and thinks that it is not normal... so all the characters now maybe as many as 4-5 are fighting for survival with various means... the situation looks desperate as the "bad things" appear to be winning... all the characters are backed into a corner and stranded and may be eaten very soon, until BAM! MARK bursts out of the pantry and begins to clear a path of destruction with unusually lethal weapons, like a hairdryer or a super soaker... he appears very ravaged and war torn when he reaches the group (the bad things are gone)
M- dont EVER call me a chowderhead again.
(everyone) right, sorry... how do we get home?
chad- HOW DID I GET HERE?! (he is crying!)
M- THESE idiots didnt pay attention to my t/s continuum lecture about ctrl z
(chad stops his crying and slowly asks...)
c- was that the one about the microwave?
S- (very quickly! afraid of mark beginning to lecture again) no! different one
m- Yeah, well anywho, i quickly altered our continuum portal at home when i realized what had happened so all we gotta do is press ctrl y
b- you mean "redo"?
m- yup
S- AS LONG AS WE'LL BE HOME!
M- everyone, HANG ON!!!
(he presses ctrl y and the screen goes black)
(now we see their kitchen back at home with another roommate standing relaxed at the fridge, creating a cereal concoction... all the characters BURST out of the cabinet and pile up on the floor....(still bloodyy and war-torn (yes, chad still has his chicken))
ALL- WE"RE HOME!!!!! WOOOO
(cheering continues)
ends with relaxed roommate walking away with his food casually and grogilly muttering
"dorkwads"
by Ryan Richey
intro music as sean (main character) types on the computer...
Brian- hey sean how you doin.
Sean- good, just doin some homework for my BIO class tomorrow.
B- oh nice, just a paper or somethin?
S- yeah, just 3 hours of my life wasted...
hey does this sound right to you?
(begins to quote what he just typed....)
B- no that sounds whako
(B presses ctrl-z to delete the whole paragraph; S is disgusted, (or angry))
all better
S- DUDE THAT STUFF WAS FINE, JUST NEEDED SOME TWEAKING!!!
B- GEEZ! I'll just undo it!
S- you better, that took like 10 minutes to write!
B- just push ctrl-z again
Mark, another roommate leans out from an awkward location...
Mark- DONT TOUCH CTRL Z!
S+B- what? why not?
M define to me what ctrl z does...
B- DUH it just undoes your last move
S- OR LAST RETARDED MOVE IN BRIAN"S CASE!
(B+S begin to fight, calling eachother various titles of questionable intelligence and making animal noises)
M- COOL IT!!! this is sensitive material! right so ctrl z undoes your last move...
B+S- well yeah an-
M- BUT WHAT IF your last move was UNDOING something...!
B+S- ......uh mark? .....
M- dont you get it?! pressing ctrl z twice could thoeretically destroy the fabric of the time space continuum!
B+S- .........?!
M- YOU CAN'T GO BACK IN TIME!!!! UNDOING WHAT YOU UNDID MEANS YOU MUST HAVE NEVER UNDONE IT IN THE FIRSTPLACE!!!!! WHICH IS NOT TRUE!!! CUZ YOU DID IT!!!!
S- I'm so lost?
B- yeah, my brain hurts
M- YOU COULD CAUSE A PARALLEL UNIVERSE COLLISION SPHERE BASED ON ALTERNATE HISTORIES!!!!
(Brian and Sean are quiet and confused in fear of mark)
THATS BAD!!!! but yeah, (he chuckles) its only hypothetical...i gotta run, see ya!
B+S are silent as M leaves...
B- whoa that was intense
S- you shoulda been there when he thought the microwave said negative 1 before it beeped...
but lets just push it, after that 15 min conversation, i dont wanna wait anymore.
(ctrl z is pushed and the perspective gets all crazy. the lights flicker and things are going insane and then... poof! everything is normal and the paragraph is back....)
B- well that was just fine,
S- yeah what was he talking about... psh what a chowderhead... HA! alternate universe-majigy HAHA !
B+S turn around to see an alienlike figure who starts chasing them... they STOP laughing and run
(the two realize they are actually in an alternate universe and begin fighting for survival... random roommates join them as they progress through the surviving... like... Chad, who finds himself in a fridge with a live chicken and thinks that it is not normal... so all the characters now maybe as many as 4-5 are fighting for survival with various means... the situation looks desperate as the "bad things" appear to be winning... all the characters are backed into a corner and stranded and may be eaten very soon, until BAM! MARK bursts out of the pantry and begins to clear a path of destruction with unusually lethal weapons, like a hairdryer or a super soaker... he appears very ravaged and war torn when he reaches the group (the bad things are gone)
M- dont EVER call me a chowderhead again.
(everyone) right, sorry... how do we get home?
chad- HOW DID I GET HERE?! (he is crying!)
M- THESE idiots didnt pay attention to my t/s continuum lecture about ctrl z
(chad stops his crying and slowly asks...)
c- was that the one about the microwave?
S- (very quickly! afraid of mark beginning to lecture again) no! different one
m- Yeah, well anywho, i quickly altered our continuum portal at home when i realized what had happened so all we gotta do is press ctrl y
b- you mean "redo"?
m- yup
S- AS LONG AS WE'LL BE HOME!
M- everyone, HANG ON!!!
(he presses ctrl y and the screen goes black)
(now we see their kitchen back at home with another roommate standing relaxed at the fridge, creating a cereal concoction... all the characters BURST out of the cabinet and pile up on the floor....(still bloodyy and war-torn (yes, chad still has his chicken))
ALL- WE"RE HOME!!!!! WOOOO
(cheering continues)
ends with relaxed roommate walking away with his food casually and grogilly muttering
"dorkwads"
Friday, March 20, 2009
ghost of a post
this is a fun survey I took a long time ago. Enjoy my attempt at humor
"the following events occur on Monday, December 31, 2007 11:49 PM
these events are in real time"- Jack Bauer
funny survey
Current mood:i want my battleship and taco
1. Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed?
yes. it was quite obvious (see previous post)
2. When you have a drink, do you stop if you're walking, to drink it?
heck no techno. im a robot, we dont needa stop fo nutin
3. Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it?
no! whatever dude who made the question! that just makes you way disgruntled when you dont get it!
>:(
4. Have you ever kissed someone in a vehicle?
yes
5. Have you ever snuck out of your house?
everytime i leave it!... i am a splinter cell agent
6. Kill or Be killed?
kill
7. Break someones heart or have your heart broken?
dude, heart breaks are jerks! and heart breaking just makes uuu a jerk so neitha. how about a peace treaty,
or a handle with care, this side up sticker
8. What did you do today?
pushed my outofgas car to the gas station... = adventure!
9. Do you like someone right this second?
OH! Spontaneuity! or howevs you spell it! uh, yeah for sure... oh wait, it just changed... AGAIN
10. Would you ever get a tattoo?
maybe of a picture of my skin... so then i would say, "yeah fo sho i got a tat... check it out, it matches my skin!"
11. What was the last thing you ate?
a ciproflaxine pill for my pneumonia
12. Are you a morning person or a night person?
night. nuff sed
14. Do you know anyone who has gotten an abortion?
your mom maybe
16. Do you like to spend time with people?
i like to earn and save time with interest, that way, later on, i can spend it all at once
17. Are you hungry?
are you cool? no
18. Are you a forgiving person?
my middle name is forgi...(robert) yeah i guess i am
19. When was the last time you did the dishes?
at my cousins house when there was a crusty noodle on my spoon (gross)
20. Are you talking to anyone while doing this?
chuck norris, and my sister
21. Do you want a relationship right now?
i want a battleship
22. What are you about to do?
answer this question. oh wait... done
23. Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didn't?
heck i thought i died once but then i was like "here i am". and i almost believed the media... Tupac lives!
24. If you had a power, what would it be?
to control gravity. that would be tight
25. Your name plus ness?
ryan
26. Feelings at the moment?
gruntled and cheerful (i want my battleship!)
27. Done anything you regret so far in life?
i was just chewing on my arm skin, and i pulled those itty bitty hairs out... OUCH
29. Where are you right now?
everywhere... look around
31. What are you scared of?
im afraid of... hmm... Definitely zombie/undead thingies (= not cool dude) ((unless i have a cricket bat))(((or an assault rifle)))((((and a water bottle for thirst))))
32. Who was your first love?
soft serve ice-cream machine at cross country camp
33. Last movie you watched?
Ben Hur...(33.5 last time you'll ever watch it? yes)
34. Last song you sang out loud?
"im a little teapot"
we had an awesome dance party with it on friday night
35. Are you thinking of someone right now?
yes
36. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
K dub
(kathy west)
37. Last thing you downloaded on your computer?
Bet on it - zac efron(troy) - high school musical 2 soundtrack
38. Have you changed much this year?
yeah fresh set of clothes every day
42. Where was the last place you went besides where you are?
stupid gas station after i ran outta gas
43. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celeb?
lucas grebeel
uhmmm..eww!
44. Do you speak any other language?
thank you telemundo 22!
45. Do you dress for style or comfort?
survival
46. Name someone with the same b-day as you?
CHEL - C (boat) rYder
47. Ever had a drunken night in Mexico?
in one of my dreams i went to mexico to get a taco... but thats about it...
it was a pretty cool place
48. What's the craziest thing you've done?
one time i painted myself black in canada and ran amuck through the town...
never stopped... then got WAY, i mean WAY sick
im talkin blowing chunks allll over the family reunion and hotel suite
50. What is your favorite Michael Jackson song?
beat it
51. What are you looking forward to this summer?
road trip to mexico to get my taco!
52. Last time you smiled?
i rarely dont smile
53. If you could choose any career what would you do?
professional sock wearer
socks are comfy
edited for content! :) - not really
"the following events occur on Monday, December 31, 2007 11:49 PM
these events are in real time"- Jack Bauer
funny survey
Current mood:i want my battleship and taco
1. Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed?
yes. it was quite obvious (see previous post)
2. When you have a drink, do you stop if you're walking, to drink it?
heck no techno. im a robot, we dont needa stop fo nutin
3. Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it?
no! whatever dude who made the question! that just makes you way disgruntled when you dont get it!
>:(
4. Have you ever kissed someone in a vehicle?
yes
5. Have you ever snuck out of your house?
everytime i leave it!... i am a splinter cell agent
6. Kill or Be killed?
kill
7. Break someones heart or have your heart broken?
dude, heart breaks are jerks! and heart breaking just makes uuu a jerk so neitha. how about a peace treaty,
or a handle with care, this side up sticker
8. What did you do today?
pushed my outofgas car to the gas station... = adventure!
9. Do you like someone right this second?
OH! Spontaneuity! or howevs you spell it! uh, yeah for sure... oh wait, it just changed... AGAIN
10. Would you ever get a tattoo?
maybe of a picture of my skin... so then i would say, "yeah fo sho i got a tat... check it out, it matches my skin!"
11. What was the last thing you ate?
a ciproflaxine pill for my pneumonia
12. Are you a morning person or a night person?
night. nuff sed
14. Do you know anyone who has gotten an abortion?
your mom maybe
16. Do you like to spend time with people?
i like to earn and save time with interest, that way, later on, i can spend it all at once
17. Are you hungry?
are you cool? no
18. Are you a forgiving person?
my middle name is forgi...(robert) yeah i guess i am
19. When was the last time you did the dishes?
at my cousins house when there was a crusty noodle on my spoon (gross)
20. Are you talking to anyone while doing this?
chuck norris, and my sister
21. Do you want a relationship right now?
i want a battleship
22. What are you about to do?
answer this question. oh wait... done
23. Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didn't?
heck i thought i died once but then i was like "here i am". and i almost believed the media... Tupac lives!
24. If you had a power, what would it be?
to control gravity. that would be tight
25. Your name plus ness?
ryan
26. Feelings at the moment?
gruntled and cheerful (i want my battleship!)
27. Done anything you regret so far in life?
i was just chewing on my arm skin, and i pulled those itty bitty hairs out... OUCH
29. Where are you right now?
everywhere... look around
31. What are you scared of?
im afraid of... hmm... Definitely zombie/undead thingies (= not cool dude) ((unless i have a cricket bat))(((or an assault rifle)))((((and a water bottle for thirst))))
32. Who was your first love?
soft serve ice-cream machine at cross country camp
33. Last movie you watched?
Ben Hur...(33.5 last time you'll ever watch it? yes)
34. Last song you sang out loud?
"im a little teapot"
we had an awesome dance party with it on friday night
35. Are you thinking of someone right now?
yes
36. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
K dub
(kathy west)
37. Last thing you downloaded on your computer?
Bet on it - zac efron(troy) - high school musical 2 soundtrack
38. Have you changed much this year?
yeah fresh set of clothes every day
42. Where was the last place you went besides where you are?
stupid gas station after i ran outta gas
43. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celeb?
lucas grebeel
uhmmm..eww!
44. Do you speak any other language?
thank you telemundo 22!
45. Do you dress for style or comfort?
survival
46. Name someone with the same b-day as you?
CHEL - C (boat) rYder
47. Ever had a drunken night in Mexico?
in one of my dreams i went to mexico to get a taco... but thats about it...
it was a pretty cool place
48. What's the craziest thing you've done?
one time i painted myself black in canada and ran amuck through the town...
never stopped... then got WAY, i mean WAY sick
im talkin blowing chunks allll over the family reunion and hotel suite
50. What is your favorite Michael Jackson song?
beat it
51. What are you looking forward to this summer?
road trip to mexico to get my taco!
52. Last time you smiled?
i rarely dont smile
53. If you could choose any career what would you do?
professional sock wearer
socks are comfy
edited for content! :) - not really
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
"I kissed a girl....... then bled on her face"
so... here are some lyrics to a fun fun FUN song i wrote...
"
I've got a story all about kissing and such,
so sit right down, and don't laugh too much...
who am I kidding, its a hilarious story.....
but hmmm................. maybe a tad gorey( here it goes)
one night, I picked up my girlfriend,
we went out and cruised around.
I took her to Starbucks, where she offered me something,
but I'm a good Mormon, so I turned it down!
(chorus)
oh here we go let me tell you this story,
all about romance and comical nights
filled with adventure, but mainly disgrace,
because after all, I bled on her face
she got her order and finished it quick.
I needed to be home soon, but she was so slick
I thought up some excuses to earn me some time,
think think think.... oh! I hit a possum!
(chorus)
oh here we go let me tell you this story,
all about romance and comical nights
filled with adventure, but mainly disgrace,
because after all, I bled on her face
later, in the parking lot, I wanted to kiss her
she was standing there, perfectly posed.
we moved towards each other, hidden in shadows....
we collided in mid-air, and she broke my nose.
(oh) here we go again, with this bloody story....
as you can see its kind of embarrassing.
because after all, I "bled on this girl"
we chuckled it off, and tried once again.
this time went better, but felt slobbery,
we saw i was bleeding and looked at each other
and then she said...
"you.... bled on me"
(bridge)this is a true story.... don't doubt my credibility
I mean, after all, it happened to me
you may not believe me, and say its far fetched....
but trust me................ I bled on that girl
FDR said, "it was a kiss that will live in infamy"
that guy from the Hindenburg said, "oh the humanity"
OJ says he didn't do it, but that's irrelevant
and on that night she said, "hey, you bled on me"
"
"
I've got a story all about kissing and such,
so sit right down, and don't laugh too much...
who am I kidding, its a hilarious story.....
but hmmm................. maybe a tad gorey( here it goes)
one night, I picked up my girlfriend,
we went out and cruised around.
I took her to Starbucks, where she offered me something,
but I'm a good Mormon, so I turned it down!
(chorus)
oh here we go let me tell you this story,
all about romance and comical nights
filled with adventure, but mainly disgrace,
because after all, I bled on her face
she got her order and finished it quick.
I needed to be home soon, but she was so slick
I thought up some excuses to earn me some time,
think think think.... oh! I hit a possum!
(chorus)
oh here we go let me tell you this story,
all about romance and comical nights
filled with adventure, but mainly disgrace,
because after all, I bled on her face
later, in the parking lot, I wanted to kiss her
she was standing there, perfectly posed.
we moved towards each other, hidden in shadows....
we collided in mid-air, and she broke my nose.
(oh) here we go again, with this bloody story....
as you can see its kind of embarrassing.
because after all, I "bled on this girl"
we chuckled it off, and tried once again.
this time went better, but felt slobbery,
we saw i was bleeding and looked at each other
and then she said...
"you.... bled on me"
(bridge)this is a true story.... don't doubt my credibility
I mean, after all, it happened to me
you may not believe me, and say its far fetched....
but trust me................ I bled on that girl
FDR said, "it was a kiss that will live in infamy"
that guy from the Hindenburg said, "oh the humanity"
OJ says he didn't do it, but that's irrelevant
and on that night she said, "hey, you bled on me"
"
Friday, March 6, 2009
wind chimes and bad weather
have you ever noticed the great calming feeling of the wind as it rushes past your ears and through your hair? the constant coarse swish and flip of each hair as it shakes in the gusts? the soothing noise of the rippling air? the sweet pain of leaves and debris thrown into your eyes? Oh how amazing is every detail of the wind.
except THE CHIMES THAT COME ALONG WITH IT!
think of this situation:you are walking home with friends and all are laughing and jesting (yes, "jesting").
all of your focus is on the talk occurring amongst the group
"alright see you guys later!"
-you bid farewell to your friends and press on by yourself. emphasis on yourself. it gets quiet. terribly quiet. your hair slowly stops jumping around as the wind dies down, but you notice that the wind has only seemed to have ceased around your immediate area.
"is this what being abducted by aliens is like? quiet and alone? noone watching? except for maybe that creeper, or that hillbilly in the woods....."
your thoughts plunge into what could be happening, then, (faintly)
"ding ding.... ding.... ding ding....."
you look around in an effort to discover the source of the eerie noise.... but to no avail. you continue home....
a rustle in the bushes; the wind slowly slides past you."ding..."
what was that?, you wonder what could be the cause of this phenomenon. is there really something there?
a rustle in the bushes; the wind slowly slides past you."ding..."
what was that?, you wonder what could be the cause of this phenomenon. is there really something there?
"ding ding you're all alone...."
run. run now! - you listen to your conscience and start sprinting
you are almost at your door, panting heavily. a gust of wind encircles you. fight as you may, there is no way to make it to the handle. the floor hurts as it abruptly catches you in its gentle concrete grasp. What is going on!? suddenly, your eyes catch hold of the monster.
"ding ding..... ding...."
the end (of you.)
seriously though, wind chimes are so scary.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
"hey lets go run"
my mind, pressured with the onslaught of so many things, neared its explosion point.
9:30 pm - "I need to sleep.... not do java.... I wish I had some java... then I wouldnt sleep.... EVER... okay, just focus on the task at hand.... the book says I need to make a constructor that.... wait.... I need to make a constructor? Shouldn't a constructor make stuff for me? oh well, I have to start somewhere...
9:33 pm - "you wanna be starting something.... na na na na na nah na.... (michael jackson....)"
9:35 - 10:10 pm - brain silence....
10:11pm - "whoa... okay break time.... for the rest of the night.... "
"hey do you want to come play night games with a ton of people" says the phone...
- "that sounds fun... I'll go do that then go running..."
10:30 games occur.... dignities are dropped... prides are hurt... pants are grass stained...
11:30pm please come running with me, I asked my friends.."wow, I cant believe everyone and their mom and their mom's dog ditched me..."
12:00am... - hey will someone come with me? please? (no)
just go, you will be fine...
- "of course... cuz thats actually what I mean... do people really think I just want them to run with me for security? running together is way more fun... why do you think gazelles and fish do it? well... I suppose gazelles do it to survive... uh ....and fish dont really run. oh well fine, I'll just go with myself. Hey lets go run ryan... okay"
12:30 am dripping and unhappy... - "did I really just get waterballoon jumped? are you KIDDING ME?! what did I do to deserve that. UGGGHHH! .... (descent into rage)"
12:35am - "I want to throw a rock at something. (re-descent into rage)
12:36 am - "that rock throw was very satisfying.... ANOTHER!"
-36.5 am - " dang that was loud! run away faster!"
12:37am - "haha that was so funny! wait.... back to anger.... (grumble grumble)"
12:45 am - "wow... (intense sarcasm) I have such good friends..."
12:46 am - "WHO AM I KIDDING?! THAT WAS SO HILARIOUS!!! I have to tell people ..."
(red means it was actual dialouge...)
9:30 pm - "I need to sleep.... not do java.... I wish I had some java... then I wouldnt sleep.... EVER... okay, just focus on the task at hand.... the book says I need to make a constructor that.... wait.... I need to make a constructor? Shouldn't a constructor make stuff for me? oh well, I have to start somewhere...
9:33 pm - "you wanna be starting something.... na na na na na nah na.... (michael jackson....)"
9:35 - 10:10 pm - brain silence....
10:11pm - "whoa... okay break time.... for the rest of the night.... "
"hey do you want to come play night games with a ton of people" says the phone...
- "that sounds fun... I'll go do that then go running..."
10:30 games occur.... dignities are dropped... prides are hurt... pants are grass stained...
11:30pm please come running with me, I asked my friends.."wow, I cant believe everyone and their mom and their mom's dog ditched me..."
12:00am... - hey will someone come with me? please? (no)
just go, you will be fine...
- "of course... cuz thats actually what I mean... do people really think I just want them to run with me for security? running together is way more fun... why do you think gazelles and fish do it? well... I suppose gazelles do it to survive... uh ....and fish dont really run. oh well fine, I'll just go with myself. Hey lets go run ryan... okay"
12:30 am dripping and unhappy... - "did I really just get waterballoon jumped? are you KIDDING ME?! what did I do to deserve that. UGGGHHH! .... (descent into rage)"
12:35am - "I want to throw a rock at something. (re-descent into rage)
12:36 am - "that rock throw was very satisfying.... ANOTHER!"
-36.5 am - " dang that was loud! run away faster!"
12:37am - "haha that was so funny! wait.... back to anger.... (grumble grumble)"
12:45 am - "wow... (intense sarcasm) I have such good friends..."
12:46 am - "WHO AM I KIDDING?! THAT WAS SO HILARIOUS!!! I have to tell people ..."
(red means it was actual dialouge...)
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