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Friends of Thebugosh
| i dont know why | December 5th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by yourmom05 | |
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Aprile Russell |
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| 52 hit(s) | (0 comments) | leave comment |
| WHAT SHOULD I DO | April 6th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by maninspiderweb | |
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Listening to: all the things she said
Feeling: shocked
he was the first guy i fell in love with and i wish i could have been with him forever..... so right now i am between a rock and a hard place...... i want to get ahold of him but i dont know if i should.. if anny one has anny sigjestions please help me out i dont know what to do..... i would realy like to get ahold of him but if i do and he dont respond i would be crushed and i dont want to be sad anny more...... WHAT SHOULD I DO!!!!!!!!! i want to cry JONATHAN |
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| 315 hit(s) | (5 comments) | slice a message |
| now prt. deu | January 2nd, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by maynard | |
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Listening to: none
Feeling: happy
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| 157 hit(s) | (2 comments) | rant... |
| Wow... | January 6th, 2009 @ 10:20am |
| by bmaddie5 | |
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I remember when this was the thing in my town, everyone had one..it was like Facebook before Facebook. For anyone still reading these, thank you. I hope you have enjoyed, and maybe; just maybe more will start writing again! Bethany |
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| 3 hit(s) | (0 comments) | What do you think? |
| Kyle's Movin' On Up! | January 28th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by mrshowwithkyle | |
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www.myspace.com/thekyleloganshow so come on down and stop by! or not it's entirely up to you! |
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| 290 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Drop a Line |
| Par-tay!! | October 23rd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by deathofshuyin | |
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Listening to: Crazy Town
Feeling: explosive
Ben |
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| 290 hit(s) | (7 comments) | Scream At Me |
| things | November 15th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by brightside21 | |
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Feeling: placid
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| 267 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Je suis prest |
| June 13th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by atreyu | |
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| 358 hit(s) | (6 comments) | waste of time |
| Ironic | April 9th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by cowgirl21 | |
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Listening to: Brand New - Play Crack the Sky
Feeling: upbeat
To be honest, I miss my senior year sometimes...I was comfortable in who I was, I had Monica, Sam, Dan, and Alex. I was in love, I hated my parents, and I couldn't WAIT to get the fuck outta Roscommon, because gods forbid I ever go back and make my life there. I still feel that way. I just feel nostalgic, and a little amused at what my point of views were, and are now. Back then, dating=bf/gf, now, there's a major difference, and it's not a big deal to flirt with someone at a party you may never see again, it's even okay to kiss them, although I draw that line at sleeping with them. It's perfectly okay to get drunk and silly, and when you puke, don't be embarrassed, because the person taking care of you has been there too, and you'll both probably be there again, getting each other water and trying to make them eat bread and stop with the shots. I've always been sarcastic, anyone who knows me knows that, but now, I'm less afraid of what other people think, and I'll speak my mind and stand up for what I believe in, and if I'm wrong about something, I'm still damn stubborn about it, but I'm getting better, and I think that just comes with growing up. People who think differently aren't the social outcasts of high school, here, in college, they're the people you stay up with at the all night coffee shop talking about EVERYTHING and coming away with brand new thoughts and perspectives. Living on your own is nice too....and sucks balls. You have to deal with roommates and new habits, which, if you're lucky (I was) you get away with a new friend or two, and only a few minor arguments. If you're the type of person whom mommy picks up after, cooks for, and basically cares for like you're 12, then you'll hate it. Doing your own laundry, cooking...or not...good meals, knowing when to tell yourself your room MUST be cleaned if only to preserve your state of mind. You appreciate what your parents have done for you more, and I call my mom at least every other day, if not just to say hi or find out how my grandparents are, then to find out how to clean something, cook something, fix something, whatever. Not ashamed to admit that there have been a few days when I've called home to talk to one parent or the other about 4 times in one day. Sometimes it's just nice hearing a familiar voice, especially after a bad day, or when you need some advice and there's no one else who would know. Dating is very different, obviously, I never would have thought at 19 months ago I would be here, with my random guy problems...well, one guy problem, and not even a problem, just...I don't even know. But it's there, and I'm dealing, although I should ante up and maybe try to figure it out. That's what really provoked this blog, not that I really miss RHS, just the people who've either grown apart, or grown so fucked up you just don't know them anymore and really don't want to, and the fact that I knew I was loved, and loved back. It's an amazing feeling, when you know you can go to this one person and count on them being there. I still somewhat have that, the love for someone, and all I want is that little bit more, that little reassurance that what I think is right, and I am loved. So, really, I need a hug, and that's all, just from someone who honestly cares about me, who isn't just a friend when there's a party we're both at, who knows me and whom I know back, I want that absolute feeling of being safe and comforted and knowing that he can come to me if he ever felt this way too. |
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| 211 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Speak To Me |
| ok once again. | January 6th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by ashleex69 | |
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Feeling: accomplished
i really dont miss this bull shit i hate when fucking people leave u a comment and dont leave a name,i mean be a fucking mature person and leave a name,but wait ur not. anyways maybe ill keep this,i like to look at all this and see how much i have changed,which is once again alot. im dating the love of my life he is so much better then the um the last one if that is what u call it. which by the way his current g/f wants to fuck me not joking..... i love charlie so much he is my punkin lol. nicoles coming over tonight i love hanging with her its fun like super fun lol. i really dont have nothing else to say i guess ill write back in a bit Love always. The Ashleigh xoxoxoxoxoxoxo |
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| 285 hit(s) | (1 comments) | pøekrásný |
| Reflect on the year | June 10th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by missyoung | |
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Hope you are all well. Is it creepy that I miss classes already? |
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| 236 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Comment? |
| *22nd set of icons-requests* | December 23rd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by icons4u | |
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here's some requests: jessica simpson and drugs i also added in some random ones...so enjoy!                   
and my FAVORITE!!! 
oh and here are some holiday ones :-)   
this is HILARIOUS 
also i HAD to get some napoleon dynamite icons...durr! lol      |
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| 1196 hit(s) | (4 comments) | comment/request |
| Holy hell hole in a damned basket, baby! | April 10th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by phineusq | |
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Feeling: sleepless
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| 305 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Enter Your Words |
| One of the few good ones. | December 2nd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by freakthegeek | |
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Listening to: Gorillaz - Dare
Feeling: miserable
Wank Masta Wack, The Geek |
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| 201 hit(s) | (4 comments) | Make My Day! |
| Welcome Back | August 13th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by gdtitan66 | |
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Listening to: Oasis - Wonderwall
Feeling: bored
I am in high hopes that this year will surpass last year as far as the fun level is concerned. Last year of High School, Seniors Baby and all that. Football is going well (yes I'm actually playing this year). Camp was fun, a little too long, but fun none the less. Colleges are starting to look my way and I did pretty well on the ACT (32 woot Sarah! lol) Aside from that i'm just working and havin' some fun. Girls are kinda comin' and goin' but you don't always get lucky every time (not like that kinda lucky either). I guess that's about it. See ya |
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| 179 hit(s) | (1 comments) | demelo |
| My room is trashed.. | April 20th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by thepeaches | |
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Feeling: annoyed
"Login is temporarily disabled while we fix some database problems. We'll be back shortly. 4/20/2006" Stupid myspace... They're probably off getting stoned. I really need new music. I'm really sick of listening to this old stuff on my computer. Someone make me CDs... My house smells like cauliflower. God. So gross. Whatever happened to my mothers good cooking? Oh yeaaaaaaaah.... Low carb diet. *twitches* My rooms so messy. Blah blah. I don't know why I'm updating this... Completely pointless, I know. |
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| 227 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Don't Panic :-) |
| Chapter 4 | October 22nd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by everybodysolo | |
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Aun had called Sergeant Smith, her army recruiter, late that last night after she had gone home to schedule a meeting with him. Of course, she was late. “I had some rookies that were looking forward to some training this morning.” He crossed his buff arms over his broad chest, puffing up his already large stature. He peered down at her through hard, blue eyes. “No one ever looks forward to your training.” She laughed, trying to lighten his mood. His tough expression didn’t change. “Look,” Aun lowered her voice. “I’d kind of like to talk to you about something in private.” Smith dropped his arms and waved for Aun to follow him into his office. They entered a small tent that he was using as his temporary office while he was running the ROTC. He stepped behind a small wood desk and sat in a sturdy wood chair. He leaned forward and folding his arms on the desk. “What can I do for you?” his voice was more pleasant. Aun took a seat in the chair opposite of him. “We’ve got a big project on our hands that’s going to require more manufacturing that Hayden can do. You see-” Sergeant Smith raised his hand, signaling for her silence. “Don’t tell me anything about it in such an open area. Just tell me what you need.” “You know those bullets Hayden made, with the wooden splinters-” “You need more?” “A lot more.” “Are you just using handguns?” “They’ll be our back ups. We need something bigger and preferably at least a semi-automatic.” “You need guns too?” “Hayden only has so many of one model, and he’s tweaked each one to his own liking. Therefore he has to make specialized bullets for each one.” “You’re asking for a lot, Aunyaunca.” “This is for a lot.” The sergeant picked up a pencil and began jotting down information on a notepad. “A lot to save?” “Just one.” He stopped writing and slowly lifted his dark eyes up to look at her. “If there is only one, why do you need so much?” “We don’t know what we’re up against.” “So you want me to waste mine and my men’s time on making special bullets for something that you don’t even know you’ll need them for?” His voice grew stern, almost angry. “This is for one person. There are plenty of other cases you can go after that can serve a much better purpose.” Aun’s face turned just as cold as his. “This is a teenage girl that-” “That should’ve learned to stay inside at night like her parents told her!” “It’s not always that simple!” Aun yelled back, jumping up and slamming her hands down on the desk. Sergeant Smith didn’t say anything to her, but anger was visible in his facial expression. He remained in his chair, just staring back at Aun. “McHannah.” Aun said, frustration draining from her tone. “What?” he tilted his head in puzzlement at her. “General Joseph McHannah.” She said. “Ring a bell?” “General McHannah was my commanding officer.. What about him?” “Sandra Jo McHannah is the girl we are looking for; General McHannah’s daughter.” Aun made her way behind his desk, leaning over him so she could type on his computer. He moved to the side so she could get in better. After a couple minutes of typing, Aun brought up a page that had a Student ID card with the picture of a teenage girl with long blonde locks, fine skin, bright blue eyes, and perfect teeth. The name was Sandra’s. Sgt. Smith cocked an eyebrow. “So this means more because she’s a General’s daughter?” he asked her, his voice sounding disgusted. “The mother is so hysterical that she’ll make it more public than she should. The father is irate due to the fact that his wife called us. He thinks that it’s all bullshit. And this is a young girl with not a lot of time left.” He stared at her for a moment, studying her concerned features. He said nothing for what seemed like an eternity. He just kept his steel eyes on her face. Aun got out of the chair and stood up perfectly straight. Her face turned just as cold as his. “Whether you give us those supplies or not, we will go in one way or another. This is just a plea for your help.” Smith’s posture relaxed and the cold expression left his face. It took him a minute to find his words. “The crates have been moved to a new storage.” He leaned over his desk and began jotting down notes on a piece of scrap paper. “You’re going to have to suit up in order to get them. Take the jeep out front and load them into that. Take them to wherever it is you store them and get that jeep back immediately.” He handed the paper to her hesitantly. “Do not get caught with them at all, and if you do, my name does not slip out.” Aun took the paper and skimmed over it before folding it up and tucking it in her back pocket. Her eyes returned to his. “Thank you, Sir.” |
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| 66 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Review |
| Chapter 2: Town of mordal | November 20th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by thatonechica | |
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The path they had been shown to was dusty, and with every step it became harder for them to breathe. Carla had rode silently on the horse that was gladly given to her with Kyle on one side of her and Justin on the other side. She was still reluctant to find these forgotten parents, but when she realized how much her friends had been put through, she couldn’t do anything but agree. Everyone else seemed to be quiet too, except I light chatter between judgments on the way to go, everyone kept to himself or herself. They day seemed to go by quickly, and the trail started to darken. The trees surrounded the path and it seemed that they blocked out any source of the sun. There was no way to tell what time of day it was, and so they kept going until they felt a sign of fatigue. Ashley was the first to admit that she was tired, and quickly found and open area and plopped down to rest her feet. She stood only three feet tall, so when her small voice called, everyone else almost missed it. “Wait where did Ashley go?” Asked Patric. “She’s sitting over there you big loof,” Nathan mumbled as he made his way towards Ashley. Patric sighed at the insignificant insult and leaned against a tree and closed his eyes to rest. “How far have we gone?” Carla asked patiently. “About a good twenty miles.” Grumbled Justin from behind her, startling her off her horse. “Twenty miles?” It seemed like they should’ve gone a hundred miles, but she realized that walking is a lot more difficult than just driving places. “It seemed like it went by so fast,” she said quickly so that no one would get disappointed. Everyone seemed to drift apart and make his or her own separate beddings. Some slept in groups, but most slept by themselves. Ben made his way into the woods and came back with some wood for a fire. Once he got it going, everyone seemed to wander over by it and warm up. No one was saying anything so Sharon started to tell a story. “No too long ago, there lived a loving couple, in these woods. They were newly wed, and just found a spot on their land where they wanted to build a house. They didn’t have a lot of money, but the husband was determined to start the perfect life with his beautiful new wife. They were both young, just in their twenties, which was abnormal for most couples, who are normally ten to twenty years apart. Like most of the village, their families weren’t pleased with the marriage, and refused to help with the building of the house. It took about a year for them to finish making the small boxy building, and another year to make the inside livable. Their marriage was cursed instead of blessed, so they came across many problems, but it didn’t stop the love they had for each other. After a few years, the young wife became a young mother. She had a lovely daughter and named her Rosemary. Their family slowly grew, but they seemed to not be able to bare a son. After their fourth daughter, Peony, was born the husband became very ill. “After a month he died of a fever. This left the young mother and her four daughters helpless. And with no one else to help, the mother unburied her past. She hadn’t practiced for years, but she had enough knowledge to teach her daughters. The women in her family had magical powers, and her grandmother was a known witch, and a very powerful one. Her mother refused to teach her, but her grandmother taught her as much as she could before she passed away. The mother taught her daughters the best of both worlds, and let their powers develop naturally, and they did. The oldest was Rosemary and her powers grew to a nurturing power. She obtained the gift from Mother Nature herself. The next was Begonia, whose power to intellect. She obtained the power from the air. Then there was Tuberose, whose power grew like her great grand mother’s. She obtained power from fire, and became over sexual with her power. The youngest was Peony and her power grew to purification and love. She obtained her power from water. These girls grew more and more powerful every year, and when their mother died, they had to make it on their own; with what little their mother had been able to teach them. Rosemary was twelve then, and didn’t know exactly what to do with three younger siblings, but with her gift she was able to make things work. Now Rosemary should be about 20, and they are more powerful than anyone alive.” “Now you’re telling us that these witches are in these woods, and that we could run into them?” Ashley asked. “Well I’m not sure if this is correct, but people say that their home is on this very trail, and many have passed it, and only a few have come back.” “These witches, are they evil or good?” Justin asked curiously. “I can’t say, but by the sound of their stories, they sound a bit evil.” “This is rubbish. I can’t believe you guys really believe this storyteller. Where are the facts?” Ben shouted to the group. “I don’t have the facts, it’s just a warning. We just have to be careful.” Sharon said patiently to Ben who was still rolling his eyes at her. “Well it’s always nice to know so we can be ready for it.” Ryan stated while grabbing onto Ben’s shoulder and squeezing it hard. “Right Ben?” Ben nodded but shrugged Ryan’s hand off his shoulder and wandered away from the light of the fire. Everyone seemed to loosen up after that, and started to chat amongst themselves. Stories were being swapped back and forth, while tips or training techniques were shared. It was a while before Ben walked back to the fire and sat next to Rachel, who was witling away at a hunk of wood she found next to the fire. He sighed and looked over at his companion. She wore her tattered travel cloak and had her fiery red hair seemed to reach to the fire as if it were one. He reached over to brush her hair away when she quickly wrapped her small arms around him and held her small dagger to his neck. “Rachel what are you doing?” Ben whimpered. She said nothing and slowly moved back to her position. Everyone kept their eyes on her, but she did nothing else, she just went back to witling the piece of wood. The voices started up again, but after awhile everyone drifted to their beddings. Ryan and Justin stayed awake, to keep the area safe. They talked to each other silently when Ryan was startled by a noise. Justin listened carefully but couldn’t hear what Ryan did. Ryan listened to the noise carefully, studying what it could be coming from. He started to walk towards it when it suddenly stopped over Ben and Rachel. They were sleeping soundlessly, but there was something around them. Ryan tried to cast a spell to detect what it was, but was only blinded by a bright light. Ryan stumbled back, and Justin replaced him with his sword drawn. “What is it?” He whispered. Ryan didn’t answer. “Ryan? What was it that you saw?” “Nothing.” Ryan mumbled as he rubbed his face. “It was something unnatural. I’ve never seen such power.” “Where? We could take it.” “It’s one of our own.” Justin turned towards Ryan and saw him bent over rubbing his face. “One of our own? Who is it?” “I don’t know for sure, but it’s either Ben or Rachel.” Justin looked back at the sleeping bodies and sat close to them. “Well I’ll be here just in case.” Ryan laughed quietly and sat next to Justin. They talked for the rest of the night, and once they saw that some light was showing through the cramped branches, they started waking everyone. Ryan avoided Ben and Rachel, so Justin rolled his eyes and kicked Ben lightly in the side. “Ben you and your wench need to wake.” Ben didn’t stir but Rachel raised her body and smiled at Justin. He looked over at Ryan who was watching and looked back at the once ugly girl. Rachel rarely smiled, and to see her smile made Justin panic. He rushed away to wake someone else. Rachel silently looked down at Ben and whispered in his ear. Ben’s eyes shot open and he looked up at her. She smiled at him and stood up to find some food for the both of them. He drowsily sat up and looked around. People were getting ready to leave, and he wasn’t even packed up yet. He scrambled to get things into their bags; Rachel walked up with some food, and gave him an awkward look. “Everyone is getting ready to leave, help me pack.” She looked around at everyone standing around chatting then looked back down at Ben and started to laugh. “What?” Rachel shook her head and walked towards Sharon. Ben took a look around and realized he panic for nothing and joined Rachel in talking to Sharon. “I had the strangest dream last night,” Ben announced. Ryan over heard him so he listened into the conversation. “I was walking through the woods and a great flash of light surrounded me and I put up my arms to cover my eyes and saw this demon like creature facing me. I don’t really remember anything else, but that creature’s face lingers in my head.” “What did it look like?” Sharon asked curiously. “It was a creature of fire, and had long horns and a devious smile.” Ben shuddered at the thought of it, and noticed Rachel’s face. “Are you okay?” She smiled at him and started to walk away when Justin stopped her. “Look I feel that she might be the cause of the bad dream. Ryan walked towards you guys last night because he heard a voice and when he tried to detect what was going on and a light blinded him. And now you had a dream of a blinding light that surrounds a demon creature of fire. There has to be an explanation.” Ben looked over at Rachel and back at Justin. “She couldn’t possess such powers.” “Well I feel uncomfortable with her around, do we need her anyway?” “Yes we do, everyone plays their parts.” Carla answered. “I don’t want anyone to be abandoned.” “Well keep her away from me.” Justin grumbled back to Carla. “Why don’t you just ask me?” Rachel finally said. Everyone was shocked at the fact that she finally spoke, but Ben smiled at her then turned to Justin. “Yeah, why don’t you just ask her?” “She would probably just lie anyway.” Justin said at Ben. “Well I think that she would tell you the truth if you gave her a chance.” Ben said while putting his arm around her. “So tell us, what’s going on with the demon and bright lights?” “I don’t know anything about demons, but I know that there was something in the air last night, and maybe that could’ve triggered the bright light.” “No.” Ryan yelled. “It wasn’t just something in the air. It was directly from either you or Ben.” “Well it can’t be me, I have no magical abilities.” Rachel reasoned. “Well just watch yourselves until we figure this out.” Sharon added. With that Justin gave up and started to get everyone ready to leave. Once they were back on the trail, everyone feel silent except the light humming coming from Ashley. The trail took them into the town of Mordal, but Justin was uneasy about them staying, so he pushed that they kept traveling. Everyone was growing tired and wanted to stay in a real bed for the night, but Justin argued that this town wasn’t a town to stay at. “What’s going to happen if we stay here?” Kyle asked. “Bad things happen in this town. People disappear and there’re witches that will steal your soul.” Justin replied. “Now lets keep walking, we still have a few more hours until night, we can make it far enough away.” “Not more witches,” whined Ben. “We can stay here and not be harmed.” Sharon said with ease. “All we have to do is be careful of who we talk to. This is the town that the four witch sisters were raised near.” Justin looked down at her and sighed heavily. “Okay, but I am not saving anyone if you get in trouble.” He grumbled while starting his way over to the small tavern. Everyone followed him in. The tavern was dimly light with maybe five people in it. The bar keep seemed to be older than usual, and was talking to a pretty woman who seemed to be a waitress. She laughed loud about something he said and gave him a little shove. She looked over and noticed more people were coming in and wandered over to the table where Justin, Ryan, and Nathan sat. “How can I help you Huns?” she asked sweetly. “I would like some whisky.” Justin grunted. “I would like some too.” Nathan laughed. “Water.” Ryan said sympathetically. “Alrighty, I’ll be back soon.” She smiled at them and walked to the next table, but everyone else wasn’t interested in drinking. Sharon looked around to try to find someone to ask about the legendary witches, but there were only travelers in the tavern. Sharon sighed and started to work her way towards the rooms, when Ben was being pushed up against the wall, and Rachel had someone pinned against the floor with her sword. Justin leapt up to join in the action, but things were still, and no one was talking or trying to fix the situation, they just stared at one another. “What’s going on?” Justin demanded with his sword drawn and staring at Rachel who was sitting on a person on the floor. She stood up and held her sword to the lady’s neck. “Put him down or I’ll make sure she’ll never speak again.” The man dropped Ben and moved over to hit Rachel but Justin pushed him against the wall. “Don’t think about it.” Justin demanded. Rachel let the girl up, and she ran out the door, and her partner followed close behind. “Okay, can you guys explain what just happened?” “They tried to steal from us, and we couldn’t just let it happen.” Ben answered. “And how did you wined up against the wall?” Justin laughed. “Okay he was a bit stronger than me.” “A bit?” Ashley laughed then started to mimic Ben’s face when he was against the wall. Everyone laughed, and Ben started to get red in the face. “Look I’m not a fighter.” “No, but Rachel sure could’ve taken him.” Nathan pointed out. “I couldn’t of.” Rachel argued. “Look this is a pointless argument, lets try to be more civilized.” “I agree, now lets get back to drinking,” Ashley stated. Everyone relaxed and went back to what they were doing before hand, when after a few minutes a woman in a cloak came running in the tavern. “I need help, I need help.” She screamed at the bar keeper. “What is it dear?” “The witches are here.” Everyone looked at each other, and Justin rose to his feet. “Where are these witches you speak of?” “They are riding into town as we speak. Please do something last time they were here my sister had a miscarriage and half of our livestock died.” “Couldn’t that just be coincidence?” Patric stated. “These witches are evil, they cast curses on the ones who look at the in a different way.” She frantically stated. “Please could you help us? I couldn’t afford another winter without my livestock.” “I will” Sharon stated, and looked around for others to join. “We will too.” Ben added. “And I’ll come too.” Ryan said and smiled at Sharon. They walked out the door, and noticed everyone was in their houses, except four ladies on horses. There they are, hat are we going to do?” “We’ll ask them to come over and talk.” “What? Are you crazy?” Ben asked. “No these girls aren’t evil, they are just trying to survive.” Sharon walked over to the horses and the other three followed right behind. Once she got up to them the eldest looked down at her and gave a questioning stare. “Are you girls the witches everyone is talking about?” “Yes, now why don’t you go hide like everyone else?” The red haired one bluntly stated. “We are interested in learning the truth about you. Can we come with you and maybe talk?” Sharon stood sturdy at the evil glares from the three youngest. “Why that would be wonderful. We haven’t had guests in a long time.” The eldest said politely. “We are heading home anyway. Are you okay walking?” “Yes we are.” Sharon answered. |
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| 163 hit(s) | (4 comments) | give me something |
| WOW | March 5th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by warren | |
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| 91 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Fuck You! |
| HI!!!!!! | January 31st, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by hammetrulzesp | |
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this is caeleigh bet your wondering how i got in here |
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| 92 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Holla! |
| its been a long time | March 26th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by lovemehateme | |
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Feeling: aloof
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| 250 hit(s) | (1 comments) | choose a path |
| Synthetic Soul | December 15th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by biokinetic | |
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Listening to: Merf
Feeling: abused
*shrugs* .......I dont remember what I was going to say...I dont think it was important so that's ok... Rhymes...*indicates sentence above* I have a shitload to do tonight... Like... watch tv and stuff... So I should get right on that. O.o HypoThyroid roidroidroidroid I wish I wish I wish I were..dead. |
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| 97 hit(s) | (3 comments) | leave comment |
| Ashley, Caeleigh... YOU SUCK | January 10th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by happilyranting | |
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| 84 hit(s) | (3 comments) | lick the cream of |
| The survey, first and only thing on SD. | February 19th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by killmewell | |
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Step 1: Open up whatever MP3 program you use and add every song in your collection. Step 2: Put it on random. Step 3: Post the first line from the first 15 songs that play, no matter how embarassing the song. Step 4: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from. Step 5: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly. Step 6: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING! 1) I woke up in a dream today, to the cold and the static, and put my cold feet on the floor. 2) A cold winter sun, my feet underground 3) I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats 4) So you think you can tell Heaven from Hell 5) She burns 6) When we grew up and went to school, there were certain teachers 7) Have I told you lately that I love you? 8) There's no one in town that I know, you gave us someplace to go 9) It's been such a long time, I think I should be going 10) There's a lady who shows all that glitters is gold 11) Like the sound of silence calling 12) All the times have come, here but now they're gone 13) On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha 14) Here is your broken character, the one left of Heaven 15) City's breakin' down on a camel's back |
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| 92 hit(s) | (2 comments) | You Know You Do |
| Big Noodle | February 23rd, 2006 @ 12:00am |
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| 179 hit(s) | (1 comments) | butterflies |
| December 1st, 2005 @ 12:00am | |
| by mssova | |
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Feeling: divine
little fool. Dribbled a thin string of drool that puddled on the desk in a germy pool. Why do some kids come to school? |
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| Uh-oh | December 7th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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| Friday, December 16th | December 21st, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by anthem | |
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Hopefully Ms. Sova will announce these meetings in her American Literature classes and hand out the URL to this blog. :) So here's the deal for Winter Break. No meetings will be taking place this week or over break, which is almost obvious, so when we return to scool, our next meeting will be on January 6th. Don't forget. The essay deadline is drawing near, whether you realize it or not!! |
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| 37 hit(s) | (0 comments) | comments please |
| Done | December 16th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by ihearvoices | |
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Listening to: I
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| 158 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Preach it Sister |
| Classes | April 17th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by virtue49 | |
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Listening to: TV - RENT
Feeling: yummy
MW: 11:00-11:50 Moral Problems (PHL 118) 12:00-12:50 Pre-Calc (MTH 130) 2:00-3:15 Religion & Social Issues (REL 235) 5:00-6:15 Math for Elementary Teachers (MTH 151) TR: 12:00-12:50 Pre-Calc (MTH 130) 2:00-3:15 Education of Children (EDU 280) 5:00-6:15 Normal Speech/ Language Acquisitions (CDO 130) F: 11:00-11:50 Moral Problems (PHL 118) |
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| 432 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Memories of Us |
| one and a half years later. | November 30th, 2008 @ 5:11pm |
| by resla | |
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Listening to: modest mouse - night on the sun
Feeling: dazed
it's been so long since i've even logged into this site, i'm surprised it hasnt been deleted. that's not a bad thing that it hasn't been deleted; running through these old entries is like running through my history and past and re-living the times that i have recorded and probably forgotten all details of. this song is really sweet! to whomever may be reading this, i highly advise checking out modest mouse. all of their albums. this one is especially good so far, i haven't heard it before, it's called 'everywhere and his nasty parlour tricks'. to update on where i left off... i was dating rob then. when i last made an entry. actually, that was before we were dating. we were hanging out constantly, smoking more pot than most humans ever bother to. i was staying with my sister and her boyfriend, and rob kenna in a townhouse in wyandotte shortly after her and jeff broke up. my sister found out she was pregnant, and not even a month later, we both found out rob [kenna] had been stealing our money that we had been giving to him for the rent for the four-month duration of our stay. spending it on heroin. we booked. she and steve found a new upper flat, and i moved to a mutual friend's house, a total stranger basically, and rented a room from him from may until october of that year, when he was supposedly "losing" his house. rob [not kenna] and i were dating by then, and i had been riding out to wyandotte all summer on my bike to see him. so he offered that we get a place together, and i found a cheap two-bedroom upper flat in wyandotte. shortly after seeing it, we moved in. we stay there from early october, through christmas, past my birthday... stop. two weeks. he breaks up with me. i was totally lost. i didn't know where i'd be staying, how i could be totally self-reliant, nothing. i found my own apartment, and rode my bike 20 miles a day, roundtrip, to work. sometimes 60-hour weeks! i obtained a new driving permit, practiced, and received my license. worked my ass off, re-built my savings, and a few weeks ago, bought my first car. so here i am. and i'm fucking proud. look what a year can do. let's see where else it'll go. :) |
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| 167 hit(s) | (0 comments) | super twat? |
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