Saturday, December 27, 2003

Another day
I sat on the sofa and stared long and hard at my paper. It wasn't turning out they way I wanted, so I cossed out the line and started over. At some point in my phase of dislike, Arot had come in. Man he's quiet.
" You're not yourself today." he proped his feet lazily on the coffee table. I swatted at him with mine. He got the message and put his feet down. He stared at me for a while and I scrunched my brows togeather and tried to consintrate on what I was doing.
" I can't work with you looking at me." I said frankly. Arot twitched his ears.
" Sorry for having eyes." he grunted. I fidgeted for a moment. He was watching me again.
" Do I have to wake Pengy up and have him teach you a lesson?" I asked scornfully.
" I just want to see what you're writing is all." He peaked over the top of my notebook, which I swiped to my chest so fast it grazed the tip of his nose.
" I don't like people reading before I'm done." I smushed a pillow between us. I never did like people seeing what I'm working on, perticually when I could be doing better. He stuck his tounge out at me and put his feet back up on the table. I began to think, clicking my pen absent mindedly as I did so.
" Stop making all that noise." he said, staring blankly into space as he does when he's thinking very hard about something.
I pretended I hadn't heard him and clicked it louder on perpose.
" Please, I do really love this song." I stopped.
" I don't hear anything." I muttered. He flicked his tail.
" You wouldn't." Then he left. I clicked my pen one more time, and went back to my soon to be miserable story.


you will be an ARTIST! you are creative and man can
you draw! oh but that's not all you have the
talent that people will adore, and it all
starts in a sweet hopefilled enviornment...
(maybe..)


what will your profession be?
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