Random Thoughts 18

And then it caught her attention. The statue just a couple of metres away from her that was a a young maid with tight curly hair, she held a what seemed to be a pail, a real one. She frowned for a second and then realised it was the only way to douse the fire. But how was she going to get up there? She was short as a woman and even trying to get a can of soup from the top shelf of the cupboard involved asking her sister for some assistance or moving various bits of furniture over to the kitchen and stepping up on them. She looked around to see what she could move but there was just nothing that she could see herself moving. Then she saw a small seat that seperated the garden bed behind the statue from the actual indoor miniture garden. She ran over to it and stood on it. She looked up at the pail that was just inches away from the top of her head. She got on her tippy toes and reached out to get it. Her fingers barely touched the wooden pail. She tried hitting it to get it off and she made it swing a couple of times. She looked around to see if she could get any higher but she knew if she stepped backwards any further she would be lower, away from the statue more and treading over various pretty-coloured flowers that had been designed specifically to grow in doors. She looked below her to see if there were just an inch or two elevated parts of the garden bench that she was on. Just nothing, then she saw like a mini-step then she could utilise that was part of the maiden's dress. She knew she had to be careful because she could easily slip.
She placed a small foot on the wave of the maiden's dress and elevated herself to get that pail off her outstretched hand. She managed to get hold of it, as she hung onto the arm for support with another hand. She grasped the wooden pail tightly as she let herself drop back down to the edge of garden bed. She jumped off it and ran across to the fountain and she scooped up a pail's worth of water. She needed to be out of here quickly. So when she was done and convinced herself that she didn't accidentally scoop up any of the fish, she made a ran for it, dragging along a heavy pail of water. She took one last glance at Joanna's portrait and made picked up her speed.



How's that for good writing?

 

IS THAT THE RASMUS IN YOUR SIGNATURE?!

 

Wow, TBS cuts so much from their airings of The Office... WTF?

 

So I will run until my feet don't touch the ground
And as the waves carry me out
Well, keep listening, she'll never make a sound
So keep it coming and the details quiet
She's like a ghost that keeps you up all night and
She'll be a secret you can keep
Keep me, keep me

 

yes

 

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU.

 

aww thank you

 

ABLAHHHHHHHH! I bowled like shit tonight.

 

I love how Sophie, our dog that always annoys our oldest cat wanting his attention, is now being bothered by one of our youngest cats wanting her attention. Kitty is rubbing all underneath her neck and arms and Sophie is all like 'HELP ME'. Which doesn't take much since she's a Boston Terrier and they always have that kind of face, but it's still funny.

 

I'm going to drown myself in the shower LPA.

 

But that's the best kind of bowling!

I find that, when you're doing good, you have less fun, because you're trying too hard to keep up being good.

I remember the last time I went, there was probably 20 of us. It was during Twilight Bowling, when they blast all the loud music and obnoxious lights and whatnot.

I had a ball that was heavier than I was used to, because mine hadn't come back out of the return yet and I didn't feel like waiting, so I took my steps and...

BANG.

I dropped the ball.

I stood there, staring at the pins, pretending I'd thrown the ball, and then I turned, didn't look at anyone, and grabbed the ball off the ground.

I heaved it down the lane, turned around and didn't even bother looking at what happened, because everyone was too busy laughing.

Then they all EXPLODE in cheers, and I turn, and I'd gotten a fucking strike.

It was epically awesome.

 

Yeah I work during glow bowling, but I bowl on a couple Mens leagues. Ive been bowling competitively for 7 years now...so bad for me is a 190, because Im averaging about 210-215 right now. EDIT: I dont usually fool around when I bowl but I do have videos on my myspace that are pretty hilarious. Since I work there, me and my friend were screwing around after I got off work and setting up insane splits and I picked up a couple and then we threw the ball through the legs of a chair and were getting strikes. Its epic.

 

Christ, I'm happy when I break 100. Which is pretty rarely, mind.

 

Must be your weak and failing bowling movements.
Get that smoothed out and straight, so you'll strike the center at a angle where it'll knock pins over.

 

I know a lot of people like that so you arent alone. Ive been bowling seriously for 7 years now though and I had coaching in high school because I was on the varsity team for 4 years. Ive won a couple tournaments in the area and bowling is really the only thing I excel at

 

Sometimes
I wish I was brave
I wish I was stronger
I wish I could feel no pain
I wish I was young
I wish I was shy
I wish I was honest
I wish I was you not I

'Cause
I feel so mad
I feel so angry
I feel so callous
So lost, confused, again
I feel so cheap
So used, unfaithful
Let's start over
Let's start over

 

Well this is annoying.

 

Oh Morrigan, you either need to stop making the windchime talk, or start talking yourself.

I don't understand what you're saying =[

 

Gah. I get hours upon hours of sleep and I'm exhausted. I get six hours sleep and I'm awake all night. What the heck.

 

get 8 hours.




or if you're super lazy, get 10.