Did you know that...

Did you know that...

We're doing a topic on this site in the computers class that I'm in, and I was fooling around with it a bit. I thought of these, and had to put them in. :3 Anyone got a witty alternative for the Cows one?

There seems to be something in it that prefers half the screen cut off. o.o Go here for the real version. Qk

A blog!

Ooh, I'm sending this entry to my blog via Gmail, so it may not work. :(

>.< I just realised I haven't put my latest story up yet! It's called Raindrops, and I wrote it for the English Honours Assignment we got. Unfortunately, it was too short and so I had to write another short one to go with it, as a pair. I only really started working on the second a week before the due date, which was also Exam Week. Stress much! :O
Anyway, here's the good one.
Raindrops

He'd been around a while, but when he fell there was, for the umpteenth time, a whole new world suddenly around him, beneath him and... no, not above him. His companions were falling with him and they weren't new at all. He'd been watching them form for weeks, months.
  There was one who he'd been watching particularly, and who he wouldn't mind watching for the rest of his existence, though. There she was, over there! He strained pointlessly to move so he could fall beside her and maybe impress her with his aerodynamics, which he had been practicing for the whole journey, from the homely leaves of a gum tree in Stanthorpe, to this place.
  Now that he looked below him properly, the overall colour of the ground was strange. There were not as many trees as he had seen before, and there were speeding blots of colour everywhere, mostly organised in lines and squares around huge, towering, rectangular shapes. Many of the larger shapes reflected the little light that was around, and in the nearby distance a simply huge body of water rocked and danced in a mesmerizing arrangement of green-blue and white.
  As his attention shifted to where he was going to fall, he noticed that one of the dark grey lines was below him, slick with puddles of his fellow water-drops. The coloured boxes just kept coming at top speed, and he wondered how some of his fellow drops had managed to miss them. Suddenly, he noticed a chance to meet the cute and interesting looking companion nearby.
  There was a red, curved-looking box coming up, and he sped his descent so that he would make the clear piece on the front.
  Plop! He'd made it. Half a second later he felt the slight jolt as her thoughts mingled with his, and realized with a shock that she had been thinking about him too. Just before he said something, a long piece of black plastic wiped them to the bottom of the glass.
  As he mingled with his companions, he searched for the thoughts of the cute drop. And he found them, thinking about him. He smiled inwardly before allowed his being to dissolve in the thoughts of the water dripping down the side of the box with the wind pushing them backwards.

  And inside a red Toyota Corolla Seca Ascent, a young girl giggled inwardly at the two raindrops which had landed in a love-heart shape on her mother's car's windscreen.

Lack of writing.

I'm sorry for not doing anything on here in so long. I just don't get the time (nor inspiration) to write often. *guiltyface* When the computer's fixed I'll post my school story, and then we can all speculate over what mark Mr Wilson gave it. :P
Since I'm bored and my parents are watching some random thing on the TV that ain't Firefly, I'm going to write something right now. It'll probably be pretty bad, but you don't have to read it. :)
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Okay... No inspiration. Partly blamed on parents' loudish TV. >:( Therefore, I'll use the proven writer's block blocker from Mr Wilson:
Girl+boy library books afternoonish

Whoa. That was my first thought when I saw the kids at this school. They all looked so... rich and perfect and smug. Pretty much the opposite of me. Hah. I seriously doubted I'd fit in at all. Almost turned around and skipped out on the first day of year 10, but they were all staring at me in my camo three-quarters and Threadless hoodie. I felt pushed to defend... I don't know. They just made me feel defensve or something.
Later that day, I first met Andrew. He is now, and was then, perfect poster boy material, I swear. Well, apart from the glasses. They're cute glasses though. Anyway, it was after science, in which I had sat at the front and tried desperately not to run out of the school. I got up after everyone had left, and, walking extra slow so I could avoid hearing anyone's gossip for more than ten seconds, I realised that it was lunch. Just great. Another chance to sit by myself for 15 or so minutes, but with no notes to take down or teachers trying to be creepy-nice.
So I bought my lunch and headed for the most isolated table of all, which nevertheless had a couple of kids wearing "I kissed a vampire and I liked it" t-shirts at one end. I managed to avoid their attention and set into eating my spaghetti bolognaise.
After I'd eaten a couple of forkfuls, I finally noticed a tray opposite mine which hadn't been there when I sat down. Hey, don't laugh. Eating spaghetti bolognaise without ruining your favourite hoodie takes a lot of concentration. Anyway, he laughed as I looked, startled, up at him. 'I would tell you that that's my seat, but I'm afraid I'd scare you off,' he said.
One of my eyebrows lifted up automatically, and I answered with the confidence I'd had among my old friends, 'You seem to be skilled at scaring me already, Mister "I Don't Tell People When I Sit Down By Them".' Near the end of that sentence, my voice cracked and I covered my mouth with a hand and looked down at my plate again.
He chuckled, and I only then heard the silence from the other end of the table. I looked up at where the other two had been, but I could only see them walking out the huge door, along with the rest of the school. I glanced over at him, and saw a name on one of his books as he lifted them up. Andrew Smith. 'The bell's going to go in a couple of minutes. Most people here like to be early to class. Avoiding the rush or something like that, I think.' I looked ruefully at my plate as I gathered my stuff, and then nodded minutely at him. Walking away quickly, I resolved to look him up on Facebook that night.
For the rest of the day, I could only imagine what his Myspace profile would look like. I didn't get to see him again, even at lunch, when I sat at another table and forced myself not to look at the boy I had so thoroughly embarressed myself to.

And now look where we are. We've been going out for a year, and I still can't understand why the rest of the school snubbed him because his dad is a labourer and Andrew only came to this school because he got a seventy-five percent scholarship from music and academic things. Paul's a nice chap, though he still seems a bit heartbroken over Andy's Mum. It's a bit creepy how well he and my mother get along, I must say.

Oops! Kinda broken the title, but oh well. Please point out any broken bits in the story itself to me. :) Have a good one.
Peace out!