Saturday, October 22, 2005

I want a 'I hate Jack Thompson' t-shirt!

You know, I had a long ass post all typed up...and then my computer CLOSED THE GODDAMN WINDOW! Recap: -JV Quiz Bowl Team A lost match. Team B won. Team B matches were not official. -On third time through MGS3. Trying not to kill anyone. Not sure if The Fear will count as a kill as he set off a trap that killed him. Up to The End with about four hours on the clock. -Language arts team won first competition. -Almost halfway through The Bourne Ultimatum. Addicted to it. -Denied Prison Break and Shino fanlistings. Were approved for someone else. Applied and approved for The Client and The Brethren, both by John Grisham. Applied for Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows fanlistings. Plan to apply for Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell fanlisting once I hear back on Scofield and Burrows fanlistings and finish The Client and The Brethren fanlistings. -Have a strange fascination with disliked and creepy characters(Volgin, T-Bag, etc.). -Mom's pregnant. Went to the ultrasound with her and Lonnie on Wednesday(its the second or third one). It's a girl. No one can decide on a name. Mom and I like Grace, Lonnie doesn't. Lonnie and Mom like Christy or Catharine and I don't(and I mean, I have just as much authority over the name as they do. I have to live with having said child named that as my sibling). I hate fucking kids. Can't fucking stand fucking kids. Don't give me any "Oh, congratulations on becoming a big sister!". You do, you fucking die. Fucking kids. FUCKING LOATHE THEM. ABHOR THEM. "Hate is a strong word, but loathe is stronger." -Myself to Ms. Mott over classmate saying something about hating someone else. -I need a bed. I'm sleeping on a God damn mat/cushion right now. I'm basically on the floor and my cold isn't getting any better because of it. Not to mention the cushion is all sunk in from where I sleep on it and it's giving me all kinds of back and neck problems. I had a stiff neck and should this past Wednesday(same day I went to that ultrasound). -Finally got my pictures back. See me and my deer here. -Working on chapter three of my MGS fanfic, "In the Debris". I'm hoping it will be the longest I've written yet. The last one was short whereas the two before it were much longer. Here's a teaser for anyone who reads it: There was a knock at the door. “Jack,” Para-Medic’s voice rang out. Jack continued packing. “What is it?” he growled while disassembling his revolver. “Can I come in?” He lifted his pack up, testing its weight. “Why?” Para-Medic sighed, irritation arising within her over Jack’s tone. “For your check-up, Jack.” “It’s open.” The door silently swung in and Para-Medic stepped over the threshold. “All of your medical supplies packed? We wouldn’t want you getting hurt with no way to treat the injury.” Big Boss didn’t reply. He slowly stood and turned to face the brunette. Para-Medic made her way around the bed and examined Jack’s exposed chest, the injuries from almost two weeks ago nearly healed. “Take off your pants.” Smirking, Jack slowly undid his belt. “What? Going to strip search me for contraband?” Para-Medic laughed and shook her head. She ran her fingers over fresh bandages wrapped around Jack’s right thigh. He stiffened in pain, inwardly groaning. “It’s still swollen . . . Jack — ” “I’m fine, Para-Medic.” A skeptical look crossed Para-Medic’s face, but passed almost as soon as it had come. “If you say so, Jack.” She stood and smiled. “All done. You’re good to go.” “Thanks,” he muttered, pulling his pants back up as Para-Medic left the room. --- Almost an entire page from it, but that's okay. I'm hoping that the chapter will end up at about fifteen to twenty pages near its end, so what's one page, huh? It's almost at seven pages right now. Mmm. Pickles. -DDG

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