Saturday, November 15, 2003

   meh
I went to the dentist, and she said 'No fillings for you! Come back in one year!' Actually, she didn't say that. lol. (sorry if that made no sense . . . I'm easily amused. n_n;;) yeah, so I need to go back in a couple of weeks to get some fillings. >_< joy.
On a lighter note . . . I think I'm getting sick. (that's not lighter at all . . .O_o?) I somehow, amazingly, miraculously managed to avoid getting sick up until this point despite the small amount of sleep I've been getting, but I have a feeling that now that it's here it's gonna hit hard. *ducks and waves arms over head* Go away!! I was going to do homework, but I think I'm just going to bed. T_T goodnight everybody!!
(if you can't tell by anything else, the randomly-placed faces and fragmented sentences should give you a clue that I am out of it. yeah n_n;;)
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   A new day . . .
The next day, Jack was sweeping the kitchen when he heard a knocking at the back door. With the broom still in his hand, he opened it to find a rather thin looking boy outside.

The boy looked up with his eyes wide and said in a small voice, “Please, sir, I was wondering if I could talk to the owner of this inn. I wanted to ask him if he has—”

“Any work?” Jack interrupted with a grin. The boy nodded, surprised. Jack looked him over, and his smile widened. “As a matter of fact, he does.” He grabbed the startled boy’s hand and pulled him inside. “Do you know anything about helping in an inn?” he asked.

“Yes sir, I do. I work wherever I can find it, but the last place I was at didn’t need me anymore.”

Jack told him to follow him and went to find the innkeeper.

After a cursory inspection, the innkeeper said that he would take the boy as a helper, and Jack then told him that he would be moving on. The innkeeper was sorry to see him go, but they both knew that it had only been a temporary arrangement.

So that is how, when Mark d’Martin set out for Crowncity later that day, he heard someone shouting and turned to find Jack running to catch up.

“Wait! I’m coming with you!” Jack panted as he reached Mark.

“What?” Mark asked, readjusting his pack. “Where?”

“To Crowncity!” Jack replied. “I thought I’d have a look at those knights you were telling me about.”

“Is that all you’re bringing with you?” Mark asked, looking doubtfully at Jack’s possessions (or lack of them). “Just like that you abandon your job and decide to follow me?”

Jack told how he had found a helper for the innkeeper, and how he had come to be serving in the inn in the first place. They talked as they walked, and one thing led to another until Jack told Mark all about leaving Midsummer, and even a good deal about some of the more comical escapades he had been involved in there. Mark and Jack found that they had much in common despite their very different backgrounds, and they were soon laughing together like old friends.
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Friday, November 14, 2003

   meh . . .
Lindsey doesn't have much to say other than that she is very tired and needs to finish her homework and go to bed. She's not very interesting, huh? (sorry, I tend to talk about myself in the third person sometimes--I find it diverting n_n) Anyway, this week has felt extremely long. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow which I am dreading becuase I know I have at least one cavity. >_< meh. You know? I never had a single cavity in my life until I moved here, and all of a sudden, I've had three in the past year!! What's up with that??? Anyway, goodnight everyone. (or should I say good morning? *is too tired to think about such things* meh.) *sigh* lol. goodnightmorning!! (afternoon??) n_n
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   Mark!
As I said, though, Jack had a roving heart, and presently he began to think about when he would be moving on. One
night, an opportunity came to him in a most unexpected form. It was Jack’s duty to ask travelers if they would be staying the night, so when he saw a young man lingering in his seat past the time when most of the regulars were gone, he approached him.

The young man was tall, and he sat with his long legs stretched comfortably before him under the table. A shaggy head of dark-brown hair was tilted down, contemplating the near-empty mug of ale resting in his hands. His clothing was well made and of high quality, but somewhat lacking in ornamentation—the clothing of a minor noble, Jack thought.

“Will you be staying the night, sir?” Jack asked. Even though the young man was hardly older than Jack and didn’t really look as though he merited a “sir”, it never hurt to be courteous.

The young man glanced up and said, “Yes I will. I could also use another cup of ale, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Jack took the mug and headed back to the kitchen, where he refilled it and informed the innkeeper that he had another overnighter. When he got back to the table, Jack set the mug on it and asked, “My name’s Jack, what’s yours?”

The young man looked up with a hint of surprise; it isn’t often serving boys in inns introduce themselves to one, but then he smiled and said, “My name is Mark d’Martin. Nice to meet you, Jack.”

Jack hadn’t talked to anyone his age in a while, and he was eager for some socialization; especially with someone who wasn’t from Midsummer. With a glance around the room to make sure no one was in need of his attentions, Jack quickly took the seat across from Mark.

“What brings you this way Mark?” Jack asked, leaning his elbows on the table and crossing his arms.

“I’m on my way to Crowncity to attend the school there,” Mark said, sitting up a little straighter. “I am going to become a knight.”

“A knight!” Jack responded, intrigued. “What are you going to do when you become a knight?”

Mark stared at him as though he were out of his mind.

“Don’t you know what knights do?” he asked incredulously. “I thought everyone knew about knights.”

Jack had heard about knights before, of course, but they had little reason to come near Midsummer, (that village being the dull, monotonous, and utterly predictable place it was) and consequently he had never seen one. He and Mark sat at the table while the candles burnt lower and lower and Mark told him tales of the brave and audacious acts of the knights of the kingdom. Only when the innkeeper came with the suggestion they find their beds before the candles burnt out did Jack realize how late it had become. Even though he knew he would regret it in the morning, Jack found himself awake long after the innkeeper had retired, thinking about shining knights on horseback performing marvelous deeds.

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Thursday, November 13, 2003

   . . . and so it continues
Jack continued walking down that road for most of the day, and presently he came to an inn. The sun was drawing westerly, and Jack decided to stop and see if he couldn’t talk the innkeeper into letting him work for a warm meal and a place to sleep. He had money, true, but why waste it when he had a chance to earn his own meal? If the innkeeper didn’t have work, well and good, and if he did, Jack could save his money for a time when one didn’t.

I have never put much reliance in luck (good or bad), but if you saw the way that Jack tended to journey trustingly through life, you would be forced to believe that he had been endowed with a share of luck bigger then most. Jack was one to keep his word and do his best in everything he did, and he honestly believed in the integrity and goodwill of the people around him. It was a strange thing, but his attitude always seemed to bring out the best in people—no matter how deeply hid.

It just so happened that Jack’s usual good luck was with him that night; the innkeeper’s latest boys had defected, and he was in desperate need of help. Since one of the boys had run off with a lady love and the other had been caught helping himself to a “bonus” of the innkeeper’s silver, Jack decided not only to stay the night, but to stick around and help until the innkeeper could find someone else more permanent.

Jack remained at the inn, and although he was barely a day’s walk from Midsummer, he knew that he was in a place entirely different than that of which he was used to. Each night the inn was filled with laughing, singing people, and while he did have to work—cleaning and carrying for the innkeeper—Jack thoroughly enjoyed his time there.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2003

   !!!!!!!!!!!
I got a new picture; I love that little apple!! It's the cutest thing I've ever seen!!!!!!!! (hey waddaya know . . . I should be writting an essay n_n;;;)

Today I went to my friend's house and watched while they played Halo (they both insist that I should play it, but I havn't yet) Then we watched Finding Nemo and Matrix Reloaded (my first time seeing both) We wanted to go see Matrix Revolutions in the IMAX theater, which would have been really cool, except it was sold out. >_< So yeah.
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   And so it begins . . .
Sorry sorry sorry about the length!! I went through and divided it into as small as sections as I could . . . and this is what you get. n_n;

Jack had been considered a nuisance by all the people in his home village of Midsummer for as far back as he could recall. Even as a youngster he was invariably asking questions that not only annoyed his elders, but caused them to have disturbing thoughts about many things that had before been taken for granted. He also had an unsettling tendency to act on a whim; a trait that in Midsummer was considered little short of diabolical, as well as just plain dangerous. As a rule, no one in Midsummer ever did anything other than what was to be expected, and Jack’s capricious streak had gotten him into trouble with his elders more times than he cared to remember. So it was that when he announced that he was going off to see the world,—a statement that would have been atrocious coming from anyone else—the villagers merely sighed with resignation. With never a backwards glance to the place of his birth, Jack walked out of Midsummer, and into our story.

Now, I’ve heard many people ask why it is that the main character of every fantasy story always seems to triumph against great odds and defeat the evil villain even when there is really no hope of them doing so. The answer is fairly obvious, and I’m sure if they had but stopped to think a moment, they would have come up with this: simply, no one would be satisfied with a story that ended before it began. I don’t know about you, but I would much rather read a story about the lowly scullery boy who goes off to fight dragons and becomes a hero, than a story about the lowly scullery boy who goes off and gets eaten by a dragon in the first chapter. You see, if the characters die, then there is obviously no way you can write a story about them. It’s not that the good characters always prevail; it’s that no one bothers to write stories about the times when they don’t!

Our story begins with Jack walking down the road with little more than the clothes on his back and a small coin-purse that jingled cheerfully with his stride. Passers-by would have thought him without a care in the world; and they would have been right, for indeed he had none. He had no plans of where he would like to go, only a vague idea of someplace where he might put his inventiveness to use.

Inventing things was the one pastime that Jack dearly loved, and he felt that his talent was wasted in dreary old Midsummer. To him there was no greater joy then taking an imperceptible idea and transforming it into a wondrous reality. Since the world was a large place, he felt sure that he could undoubtedly find someone, somewhere, who could appreciate his talents.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2003

. . .
Yay! Good news is I have music; bad news is I can't figure out how to make it so it doesn't come on automatically. I figure if it bugs you guys enough, you might tell me how to change it over?? n_n;;;
I can't really call it procrastination this time becuase I have school off tomorrow for Veterans' Day. Happy as I am not to have to go to that evil place of torture (school), one must keep in mind what this holiday is all about. Someguy puts it really well; go check out his site. n_n

Yup yup, I do think that I'll put up my story . . . although it was written for school and I don't really have time to adapt it; some of the words may seem a little--hmmmmmm--extravagant. That's becuase the whole point of the assignment was to write a short story containing those words. As usual, I went overboard; it was only supposed to be a page or so long. n_n; heh heh . . . (don't have time to go overboard now. *sigh*) Anyway, I already had the idea for the story (or at least the end of it) in my mind, and I was just waiting for an excuse to put it into action. Yeah so . . . um . . . y'all probably don't really care about what the assignment was . . . but I will put it up!!
. . . first chance I get. n_n;;
Now i need to go do homework because I'm doing things with my friends tomorrow and the last thing I want to worry about is homework! so yeah
bye!
:Þ mleh!!
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Sunday, November 9, 2003

   Well lookey lookey!!
Look! More procrastination!! I now have a background! Might change it later though . . . at least I know what to do now. I think it lookes like the moon seen through the lattice of a veranda at night. n_n
But I need some help; can any of you computer savvy people out there tell me how to put a background up so it appears only behind my post? I've seen it on people's sites, but I cannot for the life of me figure out how it's done.
Thanks!!
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Saturday, November 8, 2003

   n_~
Hello!! yup. got sleep. n_n (sorta)

My grandparents are over this weekend. I don't really know why they're here; just decided to come, I guess. (wow, now that sounded like I hate them or something!! which is not true; I'm glad they're here . . . they just don't have any special reason for BEING here, right?)

so, um . . . last night I watched last Saturday morning's episodes; I always record the whole morning because I either a) am doing something else at the time, or b) am catching seriously needed hours of sleep. (mostly 'a', unfortunately >_<) Anyway, the tape stopped recording halfway through for some reason, so I missed the second Yu-Gi-Oh. Then when I watched this morning's Yu-Gi-Ohs, I was very confused. *sigh* oh well. It's so sad; we don't have cable or anything, so the only anime shows I've actually been able to watch on TV have been Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokemon, and Digimon. Lame huh?? but I rent and borrow from friends and read from the internet and read manga, so I get by. *sigh*

Anyway, I was thinking about these stories everyone else have been posting, and I rememberd this one story that I wrote a while back; would anyone be interested in hearing it?? Even if you are I may not put it up anyway . . . I don't know . . . I need to read it again. It has a really lame ending; you'd probably all shoot me!!

Yeah so, here's a quiz. I thought it was pretty interesting.


Morpheus


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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(oh, and if you haven't been, go check out paco's site. If you decide to become a B.O.S.S., tell him you heard about it from me!! n_n)

That's all! bye!!

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