So... nothing new has happened this week. I've drawn some animals and maybe I'll scan them and put them on my blog...doesn't sound likely since I'm such a lazy butt. BUT I'm really close to finishing reading The Help. It's getting sad and happy and better and awesomer the more I read it!
What did I do today...let's see... I smashed a mosquito this morning. I woke up with a buzzing in my ear and some how I manged to kill it in the dark with my eyes closed and without getting a single bug bite. That's still not very interesting.
My sister is doing this SAT prep thing. Also not interesting. Helpful, but not really what I want to listen too (plugs ear buds in).
I'm not sure what to blog... You probably have lost interest with this blog now. But that's what happens when you blog about your life.
This is what sounds interesting:
I woke up in the morning and, oh my goodness, I'm standing on the ceiling! My cat stares at me like I've gone mad, but really I've only gone crazy. Suddenly, the ceiling falls out from under me and I'm sent tumbling into the sky. A black hole sucks up the entire universe causing me to lose at the video game I was playing. Because obviously, quite obviously I'm odd. That's why I look so strrrraaaaaaanggggeee!!!! Okay I'm done. This isn't interesting. All I can here is logic, logic, logic. Maybe I should go to Switzerland since I'm certain they don't have to do the SAT. Not that I'm doing it this year...I don't think. I'm going to re-read one of my stories because I feel like I had a good idea for it and I might be able to change it and make it much more plausible.
Here, have a random story:
There
was once a girl that nobody knew anything about. She just seemed to have randomly
appeared. She came to a small town in Tennessee
and settled down. Nobody knew where she
came from. She started working for a guy
named Jim. He owned a small pet store
but was getting to old to sweep the floor and the girl had appeared just one
day after the “Now Hiring” sign went up.
Jim was the only person that the girl ever talked to.
There
was, also, once a boy that everybody knew basically everything about. His name was Jack Sunshine. He had always traveled the world and had been
famous ever since he wrote his first song at age twelve. He lived with his parents in a small cottage
in the country during the summer.
He also
owned three domestic cats and a dog.
“Oh,
honey?” his mom called.
“Yes?”
he yelled back from his room.
“Could
you run to the pet store and pick up a bag of cat food?”
“Now?”
He looked up from his music sheet for his new song, Molten Lava Heart. It didn’t sound half as good without the rest
of the band playing with him.
“Yes,
‘now’! Fargo is starving and I didn’t realize that we ran out of cat food until
now.”
“But,
why can’t you do it?”
“I’m
busy! I just had a major idea for the
book I’m writing.”
There
was no arguing when Mrs. Sunshine had an idea for a book. She was also famous. But she was a famous author, not a song
writer. When she had a breakthrough for
her book, there was no stopping her.
Once she had even walked out of a wedding just so she could write her
new idea down on a napkin. That was all
rather a waste, since her husband Jerry used it for the coffee stain he got on
his shirt driving home.
Jack was
not quite ready enough to drive a car.
He only had his driving permit, which was useless when his mother kept
having a huge idea for her book. He
jumped onto his bike and sped off to the store dodging pedestrians along the
way.
Jack
used to enjoy living in the country when he was younger because he always had
peace and quiet here. It wasn’t roaring
with fans as much as living in New York City was. Now he didn’t like it as much as he used
to. He missed the parties and the noise
and his friends. There was no one to
talk to here. It was too quiet for him.
Everybody
knew everybody in this town, which is why it was surprising when he walked into
the pet store to find an unfamiliar face.
He
pushed open the door to the store, which tinkled merrily in the July heat. The large neon OPEN sign blinked welcomingly
from the large window.
“Hello!”
an old voice creaked from the check-out counter, “My best costumer! Welcome!”
“Hey.”
Jack said emotionlessly. He walked
subconsciously around the store to the pet food aisle. He grabbed the cheapest bag of cat food and
ambled over to the counter. He was
thinking about his last concert and his newest songs. He was pondering what to do for his friend’s
birthday that was coming up, and a movie someone wanted him to star in, and—
“Who
are you?” Jack said. He then realized just how rude his outburst
must have sounded.
“I’ve
been called many names…” she looked lost in thought. She was wiping the windows of the store with
Windex and a paper towel. Her brown hair
was matted and unusually dirty, “I’m sorry,” She said, “don’t listen to
me. Just talking to myself, heh heh.”
She grimaced and went back to wiping her window.
Jack
shrugged, just a new girl.
“That’ll
be five ninety five.” Jim said in his jolly southern accent. Jack pulled out the six dollars that his mom
gave him and cupped his hand to receive the change. He shoved the coins into his pocket and
walked out of the store. He was thinking
so much about his career and his friends that he forgot to take the bag of food
with him.
…
…
Later
on that evening, Jack tried to compose a new song, when his sister started
knocking violently on his door.
“Rebecca,
I don’t want to play with you right now.” He popped a couple of ear buds into
his ears and turned up the music loud enough so he couldn’t hear his sister
yelling at him, “Your eyes shine like the sun.
You must be the one, you must be the one” he sang along to his song.
“Jack!
There’s someone at the door!” Rebecca screamed.
He heard her this time.
Tearing
his ear buds out he opened up the door only wide enough to stick his head out.
“Why don’t you open it then?”
“Because
the weirdo wants you, not me.” She
said hoarsely.
“What
weirdo?” he mumbled closing the bedroom door behind him. He hurried down the stairs and swung the door
open, “Whadda ya want?” he said rudely.
“Oh! Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you! But, honestly, when are you going to learn to
be less rude?” it was the girl from the pet store. Her hair was straightened out now but was
still dirty looking.
“When
you learn to be less random.” He sighed and shook his head, “Did you need
something?”
“No, it
was rather that you needed something.
You forgot your cat food.”
“Oh.”
He said, embarrassed, “Thanks, I guess…”
“No
prob. ‘Night!” she said turning around to leave.
“Wait!”
He shouted as it occurred to him, “You never told me your name!”
Her
reply was mumbled so he couldn’t hear.
He watched her until she turned the corner. The sky was pastel. The sun was setting causing a shadow to fall
over the house. A car’s lights flashed
by him and parked in the driveway across the street. Jack sighed.
Maybe while I'm modifying this, I'll post more.
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