My Blog...How original.

i'm here in front of my computar, typing debating on what i should talk about and my sister keeps calling me to watch her cream the players on the xbox. she is so good at the game, i can't even drive the blasted bike (atv2 is what the game is) boy do i stink on that game. but on my bike, the real one, i can stand on the bar and do a no-hander... ok, i only did it once and it was only for like 5 seconds. but that's not the point, i did it and it was AWSOME! so very cool.

and i hope you like my last entry, it's so funny, can't wait to tell the kids at church these jokes... ah, to see them stuter trying to comprehend them, then a smile split the confused face and laughter fill the air... somethings feelings can only come from words, others from laughter. yeah, i'm glad of laughs they make you feel better. oh, and everytime i see Jo i'm going to have the strongest earge to walk up to him, go close to his ear, and whisper with life and laughs in a quiet voice, "Look at your pants." and to see a smile crack on his face while he looks at me thinking that i'm crazy. well i have news for him, I AM! so delightfully crazy!

anyway, after that out burst, what else should i say... hmmm... ah, i've been working on another story. it actually works out perfectly, when i can't go on the computar to type the story i've already finished i get to go to my room and write this new one. this story is based during the early 20th century and is about a girl named Lisa Tact, yes i come up with the stupidest name. at the moment, what i have written that is, Lisa's cousin Zoe has just come and they are about to visit an old family friend that they haven't seen in sometime. Lisa's dad had just passed away 7 months ago, but other then Mrs.Tact and Lisa's little brother Peter, no one has really mourned over his death in the family, but the docter has advised that Mrs.Tact leave fermilar surrondings. that's about it at the moment, at least, that's all i'm going to tell you. *evil laugh*

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Leslie Burmack sat on the steps of her church, elbows on her knees and looking at the white wall across from her. Her eyes were somewhat still foggy from the tears she had just cried. Over the last couple of months Leslie had wished for herself to be mysterious and while she had been chasing this ambition she had sucluded herself from a life that she actually wanted. Most of her friends now where kept at bay, she would never let them come into her little world that she had unknowingly built for herself while alone. There she lived in her perfect world, where trials did come but with the help of her perfect lover she could conquer. She could be pretty and smart, courages and wise, nothing of the evil world could contaminate it... but after a while her world was in need of reality, but the person she desired to share it with she didn't know well. And the friendship she was trying to build was going so very slow, sometimes she felt like she had broken the ice, but when it came to the next time to visiting him, there stood that wall that kept coming up. Sometimes she could see straight threw it,but other times it seemed to be made of brick. So there Leslie sat, alone and feeling like and outcast. Not knowing how she could bring herself in the real world. She loved her world, and she did want to share it with some people, but most of the people she ever did try to show it to, they turned away and smiled but didn't except her gracious offer. How blind for them to see that she was letting them into her world! But after many refusals the wall surronding her world had grown stronger. Leslie had walked outside again, when the person she had been planning to become closer with passed by, waving hi to her friend next to her but passing by Leslie as if she was a ghost and had no feelings.
Leslie began to wipe her eyes, she made her mind up to go back inside. But inside it still hurt. There was something that held her back and made her want to stay outside. She thought it was the cool fresh air that brushed apon her cheeks and made them red as roses. She wrapped her wool sweater around her evan tighter and a strange sesasion for someones arms to be around her attacked her heart and world. So she fell back into the world and began to think up a wonderful conversation she could have with Adom.. how she would be talking to him and he would sit next to her and soon there hands would be close together and soon Adom would place his hand apon her hand as if by accedent. Then she would smile and look at him with tender eyes. They would keep on talking and soon Adom would crave to touch her lips. And when he would attempt to do so she would not hesitated and welcome it gladly. But then Leslie was world back to the real earth and her eyes welded up with tears once more. The chances of that happening would never amount to much. Adom was the boy who had passed by her, the one she would share her world with one day. But almost everytime they talked Adom treated her as someone younger. He did it without knowing, they had two years difference in age, and somehow it made a world of difference when conversing with him. The tears rolled down her cheeks once again and she just sat there living in a world; wishing to escape it but not wanting to.
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Hmmm, that was very random of me. Some of those feelings any one of us here feel. (i think) and i honestly had no plans on writing that.... till another time.-argetlam