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• 1993-10-30
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• Somewhere over the rainbow trying to find my Uncle Lucky. Ya know the redhead in the commircial? Yeah, that's me..
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• 2006-10-06
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• Troublemaking ninja who hates the Muffin Man who constantly deals with lonlieness.
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• Rishi-kun, Rishi-chan, Little One, Hey You, Annoying Kid....Lots of em. :P
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• Getting high off of cheese and french fries......Attacking a port o pottties... Drawing sharpie on gin-chan's face and getting away with it....Um, lemme see....My irregular sleep pattern... I can stand out in the bitter cold for more then an hour
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• Can't remember.a very very very long time...ish
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• NARUTO, Pokemon, Azumanga Daioh, and FRUBA! But I read anything and everything!
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• Mangaka, pulling the fire alarm at my school someday and catching the muffin man! Damn muffin man........
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• Drawing, causing all hell to break loose, riding the elevator at my school and roleplaying with my best friend Squee-Neji, drawing sharpie alll over people's faces. :D
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• Drawing, attacking port o potties (PM me to hear the whole story) and being able to psycologicly scarr people (like Neji)
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Sunday, February 11, 2007
Another story
-_- Too bored for words! This one's called 'Clouds'
I sit here, gazing at my white ceiling. My short story, RAIN, printed and ready, sits beside me. Three and a half pages of writing.
I can still remember everything from back then. The laughs, the tears, the annoying.
My thoughts drift back to way-back-when. The sky was a bright blue, with a ton of clouds in the sky. I was outside the school with one of my best friends Mary. We were sitting on a blue bench at a blue picnic table. We were sitting there idly, not bothering to run around like everyone else at the after school program. I think it was May or June, the last months of school.
I was looking up at the clouds, and Mary was sitting there, pondering on something. She seemed to do a lot of that.
We had been silent for a few moments, when I broke the silence. “It looks like a pig.” I said abruptly.
It was so random, Mary had to laugh. “What is?” she asked, perking up.
I pointed at a cloud. “It looks like a pig.” I said, smiling. “That cloud.”
Mary looked up to where I was pointing. “It looks like Kenney.” She said, grinning. Kenney was the boy she liked.
I smiled. “Exactly.”
We laughed for a few moments, then Mary pointed up again. “That one looks like Kenney too!”
“Nah! It’s a cow.” I argued.
After a few rounds of “What’s it look like’. Mary and I were silenced again.
Mary was the first one to speak up. “I’m gonna miss you.” She said quietly, fiddling with a piece of grass.
I nodded a little. “Ditto.”
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I wipe away a few tears. I don’t know why that memory hit me. Maybe it was because Mary and I were talking about it last night.
I glance outside. The clouds covered the sky, not leaving a hint of blue. I can’t make them out from each other. I sigh.
I want to make them out, though. But nowadays I never seem to spend anytime gazing idly at clouds, since my new school doesn’t have recess.
So I gaze outside the window again, where its silent, but not silent. Do you know what I mean?
This place is never quiet.
This place is almost always cloudily when I look outside
This place is nerve-racking.
This place isn’t my home.
Someday, I’ll go back home. Forever, though. Not some weekend visit once a month. Someday I’ll go home and spend my idle hours staring at the sky with Mary, maybe even Gina or Mini-me. I’ll just point to the sky, say what I see, and they’d disagree and reply, laughing.
Because clouds calm your mind, and help you relax.
I wonder if anyone else is awake, staring at the clouds and thinking of me.
FIN-------------------
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