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Sunday, July 16, 2006

   All that is Gold does not Glimmer
All right. So here I am fit as a fiddle, I wrote a good 5 or so pages of this new story that I was going to read to my friend over the phone. It's super fantastic, flowing like it was written by Janet Evanovich herself. I'm all giddy and just finishing up my last paragraph when the cordless I'm on decided to die. So I am desperate to plug in my other phone before this one shuts off. Of course, Jungy isn't that coordinated. So What do I do? I go to plug it in and accidentally unplug my computer tower. I'm like "Oh hell no" my friend is freaking out, oh and this is after I've managed to catch my room on fire...more about this later. So I'm freaknig out, the computer has shut off, my phone is dying, and I forgot to save my magnificent 5 pages of bliss. I am on ther verge of tears. Eventually my friend tells me to figure it out and call her in the morning. One problem solved but not my biggest. My story is still gone. I am still pissed. I run downstairs and grab my moms copy of Windows Me for Dummies, and that is what I am for tripping over the wire. I have to figure out a way to restore my work because I can't remember it worth shit. I look and look in that stupid self-help book, but there isn't crap in there to tell me how to get it back. It's gone. It's all gone. I am crying and my work is gone. I'll never see those 5 wonderful pages again.

It's the end of the world.

Previous to this was my more hilarious escapade where my room smelled funny so I took a one of those really long matches and started waving the fire around, inhaling the smoke like perfume, even though it's not healthy. But then the fire starts getting too close to my hand and I'm still whipping it around, the end is all charred and burned and then...the match breaks in half and one flaming end soars onto a stack of old homework sprawled on my desk. The other flaming half is in my hand, and the fire is amazingly close.

So I save myself first.

I run to the bathroom and put that end out. Meanwhile my desk is on fire. There's no one in the house except for my cat and I, and he's laying in the hallway staring at the flames while I'm trying to find a paper towel. Not a towel, a PAPER towel.

It was doomed from the beginning.

At this time I was still on the phone with my friend (Lin Lang) and running screaming through the house, tripping over everything included the large orange feline and a TV tray, and into the kitchen where I find my roll of paper towels and somehow manage to put out the blaze. My homework however is gone. Unlike my beautiful 5 pages of story, I don't care and I douse them in water and throw them in the trash.

I didn't know then what I know now: my life is over. And that hard work is spent. Gone. Forever. Out of my life. Just like my masterpiece. And now I'm in anotehr funk feeling like a Picasso without a brush, and my work is very much transparent.

On the other hand I got a fish about a month ago. It's name is Laurel, it's a girl and I one it at the local Relay For Life. She's great. I'll get a pic up a.s.a.p. My mom took it while my cat was trying to eat it. She didn't save the fish she just took a picture. It was upsetting, but as of right now she is alive and well.

But I'm still upset. I can never get my story back. Omg I am mad. So mad. I need like a techy angel to fall out of the sky and bring it back.
~If you know any of these please inform me right away.

*JungWoo*
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