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July 2nd, 2009

01:29 pm: lucius
john was moving into his new apartment. his third since he got lucius, his squirrel. lucius had been gift from his ex-girlfriend, a break-up present if you will. it was all brown save for a "racing" white strip that ran from the tip of his nose all the way to the tip of his short little tail. john figured he had a short tail due to an accident or something similar. he never asked patty where she got the squirrel, he was more concerned about her leaving him than the squirrel, and always wondered if she had it with the car or something similar. he could have let the squirrel go, and saved himself so much trouble but something did not let him. he kept lucius and after being thrown out of two apartment buildings he thought he had finally found an adequate one. it was a loft, with high ceilings. "perfect" john said as he moved in. all he had was a bed cover that was to be his bed, and one single pan to cook. everything else he had was sold to make the down payment on the apartment.

On the first night everything was fine. john slept next to lucius and for the first time since he had met him, lucius slept the whole night. john woke to find lucius next tim him sleeping. he was so cute as he slept. his tiny snores rattled the windows. john was surprised also that for the first time lucius had not grown anymore. had he finally reached squirrel adulthood. for the past three months lucius had been on a non-stop growth spurt. john was used to waking up and seeing a bigger lucius, and it was worrying him that if he had continued, he would have problems again. he prepared all the lettuce and vegetables aroudn the house so that lucious would spend some time looking for it and pass the time a little easier while john worked.

john worked as an accountant/assistant for his would have been father-in-law. now a days he was more of a copy boy more than anything. he salary had not changed so he didn't mid it so much. as long as he could pay for lucius' food, everything would be allright. he left for work, anxious to see lucius. he stopped by the supermarket first to get some food. he took a cartload of cabbage, and another of lettuce. finally he also decided to buy a third of planter's nuts. people murmured around him as he passed them by and a little girl pointed at him. she had pigtails and looked like a very mean little girl. but john didn't care, he was used to it. shopping for lucius was always like that.

as he drove home, he started seeing cars accumulating. "a traffic jam? inside a neighborhood? i wonder...LUCIUS!" john got out of the car and started running towards his apartment complex. there was a throng of people gathered around the 15 storied building. looking up at the building, where his apartment window used to be was a gaping hole, and on top of the building was lucius. scared, twitching back and forth was the now-30 feet squirrel. john called out to him. "Lucius!!!!" but the squirrel didn't hear him. Lucius jumped up, as if performing a spectacular dive and then "FLAP!" it opened its legs far and wide and webbing between its legs seemed to open. it was a flying squirrel.

October 10th, 2008

01:17 am: The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)High
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

February 10th, 2008

03:24 am: it's hard to write innit?
writing to me is a passive physical activity. my mind races too fast for my fingers to catch up and thus for me to write requires patience. sometimes that patience transforms into laziness and it is not good. then i write nothing at all. i may have an idea i am excited about, but because i am excited of it i then realize i will bore quickly of it or "lose" it while writing. this kinda worries me.  i've thought about "recording myself telling the stories and then writing them but i think the same principle would apply. sigh. i've also thought about writing lyrics. silly lyrics at first i think. silly rhymes. children's books style. also, i've just turned on the tv and i'm seeing this "new" woman artist on vh1....what is it about women playing the piano that turn me on so much? i remember the only "bad" thoughts i ever had about a certain teacher back in my youthful days came only when she played the piano. is it the pretty hands thing? that they bow their heads and their hair hangs downs and looks pretty?is it that they usually close their eyes but peek every once in a while in coquetish way to look at the music? the name of the lady was sarah b. it wasn't half bad. the song was called "love song". of course. so anyway, writing. i need to write two full length sci fi or fantasy short stories this month. i want to try. i really want to try. my actual goal is to "sketch" at least 5 stories. it's hard. writing sci fi is tough because i can't wing it. it is a premeditated form of writing (due to the sci aspect of it). i have to plan the place. the workings of it, the politics, the culture, is it far of futuristic or 5 years ahead? can we go to space yet or not? is there a new way to travel? how does it change the life that we now have? why is it sci-fi? how do people interact? maybe we have eliminated all verbal communication? how about computers? will we even regard them as a foreign object? and then i have to take all these things and explain them fast, one because they cannot under any circumstance mask the story, and two because a short story is well...short. so yea peeps. anything you'd like to see in the future? i had planned to write tonight. but i went outside. i kinda did not want to, but i had said since last night that i would so...compromises compromises!
i think about stories. but all i get are cliches, or what i think are cliches. like the first trip to a asteroidal colony (the story i tried before), or a man who suddenly goes to the past (how he does it it unclear yet), a woman who is a sought after goddess with a penchant for thievery and sexing comedians, a dude that dies and goes to the after life and is forced to decide which "heaven" to attend, a person that after a séance gone wrong finds that everything that he wishes to happen happen but not exactly..actually what happens is the opposite of what he thinks, so he spends the whole time trying to keep all his thoughts, every single one, under control but of course fails miserably with funny/catastrophic consequences....and more of the same trite and retarded-you-watched-too-much-anime ideas. so....yea. let's hope i write a story tomorrow that has nothing to do at all with what i wrote above. 

Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: bodysnatchers

January 6th, 2008

12:05 am: ursula.
[ok this didn't come out as i planned. at all. oh well. i gotta try some other time. i'm sleepy, burdened by some things and well i guess yesterday i would have written more. or better. i wonder what i should do with my life...not really, i know what i should do, i just need to come up with a better plan on achieving it. anyway tell me what you think, does it bore you right from the start?  too clichéd? too many periods? bad punctuation? spelling? well spelling can only be typos because i'm a great speller but not so great typing. anyway, gimme feedback people]

after reading the final chapter of "the left hand of darkness" ursula turned off her ebook and threw it in the recyclables bin hoping that maybe the book would be sent to students in the colonies and thus travel with her on such a long voyage. it was her first time flying and being in such an open airfield had made her nervous, too nervous. she briskly walked over to the bar where an artificially smiling humanoid (besides, who could tell these days?) asked her if she wanted the 16 or 20 ounce glass.
-pardon me? i haven't ordered anything yet"
-ma'am, i am fitted with a i011 device, i can distinguish brain waves for most drinks, and yours is an iced tea, with a shot of vermouth"
-well no it's not. i want a....a...lemonade. and a beer. the beer in a can!
-as you wish
the robot (?) swiftly turned around and served drinks for other travelers, no one said a word, and 5 minutes later returned with a small glass filled with a green substance, a can of beer, and another glass of brownish liquid.
-the lemonade and beer. i have also brought the iced tead in case you change your mind.
ursula muttered a minute thanks and grabbed forcefully the iced tea.
the airfield was a small in comparison to the big ones in new york and paris but to ursula it seemed like it extended beyond anything she could see. there was small grass running all along the field except around the ship. sudden winds made it hard for extravagant ladies to keep their hats on and the heat from the sun bothered most men in suits. ursula felt wonderful after drinking 5 iced teas. the wind tickled her underarms, exposed from wearing a tank top, and the sun gently colored her skin. she had two hours until boarding time but felt like she could stay in the airfield forever. she moved away from the bar and looked up at the sky. not a cloud in sight. she lied down, like most of the other travelers, and simply tried to look up and dream about her new life. it was hard at first, she could not concentrate on anything in such a clean sky. her eyes wondered from the sun, to her hands, to the turbines floating like kites all along the perimeter of the airfield keeping clouds away. she looked until she finally caught a glimpse of the ship. it was just the tip. the round red tip. she laughed, thought of daniel and started to imagine her new life.

Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: wooden smoke-mike keneally

October 13th, 2007

01:55 am: in the silence of the night
i do feel lonely.

September 3rd, 2007

01:44 am: bah!
i've downloaded about 5 different interpretation of "all along the watchtower". i am feeling loneliness creep up into my mind and i have a bad feeling about this week that is coming up. hopefully i have no premonition powers. being alone sucks, being second string friend sucks even more, knowing you are not valued is the worst, and not speaking up is beyond words. 

September 2nd, 2007

02:30 am: i need to stop!
hammertime. no seriously, i need to stop.

August 24th, 2007

06:27 pm: (no subject)

05:34 pm: how bored am i?

Current Mood: coldvery bored
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