A thousand sparkling lights, mirrored from the giant disco ball, gyrated around the room as loud music propelled from the speakers. Big speakers for a big sound which made sense because since it was prom night, everything had to be big and loud and sparkly. Girls in their pricy dresses clustered around their tuxedo clad beaus, most sure that they were in love. As the music picked up to a Madonna tune, poeple started to get up on the dancefloor, the guys being reluctantly dragged on by their overeager partners. All those guys who didn't have dates stood moodily along the wall, conversing in low tones about how their mothers almost forced them into dad's embarrasingly bright mauve outfit from HIS prom night.
Laurie stood among her buddies, having a great time. Well, almost. But she couldn't help glancing around every few seconds looking for a person she knew probably wouldn't show up. Of course he wouldn't show up, he wasn't the type who'd spend cash on a tux just to stand around doing nothing. He would probably stay home, in the confort of his home, maybe having a few beers with other friends who didn't bother to show up either. She glanced around again. She'll never learn.
"Who're you looking for?" Steph, her friend, questionned. "You've been doing that for the past fifteen minutes".
"Hmm? Uhh...just thought I saw someone I know, thats all". Something seemed to sag in her as she continued to dnace with her friends. Her hips were swaying with a little less gutso then they had moments before.
Glance.
No sign.
Glance.
Still nothing.
Beating herself up mentally for being so obsessed, she willed herself to concentrate on the music and the laughter of her friends and not on the person whose appearance would stay absent.
(to be continued later when I can be arsed to)
Ok my History teacher told me this really funny joke today and I thought I'd write it down cause its so damn funny and the best part is that its totally true (it happenned to his cousin). I'll narrate it the way he did (*clears throat):
Ok I have this cousin who came to visit my grandfather once. And my grandffather, he's this guy who likes to make pipes. I mean, seriously, pipes made litterally out of wood. He spends his winter evenings just whittling away, and then he sells em off to tourists for five bucks easy. So anyway, my cousin wanted to visit a club or something (which, in this small town, is like a sort of pub). So he goes off, has a beer or two withhis friends. And then this hooker comes up to them-- except they dont know she's a hooker. So she goes up to them and asks them if they want a "pipe" which is slut-slang for blow-job in that town. But my cousin didn't know that- heck he didn't even know she was a hooker! So he sais: "How much do you chanrge" and she's all like "50 bucks" so my ousin says "50 bucks? Forget it, my grandfather does 'em for five bucks"! ahahahaa......
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....well, I guess you had to be there.........
Picture this. A teenager dressed in black walks into a college school cafeteria. He could have easily blended into the crowd and no one would have noticed him, except people do notice. They notice and they fear because in his hand is a fully charged rifle. He is holding this rifle up, pointing it, with a maniac gleam in his eye. Before you can run, blink, breath, he pulls the trigger. Poeple duck and scream. People run, but bullets are being fired and sure enough, some people are bound to be a little less lucky then the rest. Finally, officers arrive on the scene and the killer gets a bullet in the arm. His mission having been completed, he puts the gun to his head and fires.
It sounds morbid, but its true and it happened in a little place called Montreal Canada in Dawson college barely a day ago. It was scary because you get home from your stupid little life, not knowing that while you were chatting in the cafeteria with your friends, only miles away poeple were running for their lives. 20 shot, one dead, 3 in serious conditions. The worst is that the people you can see on TV escaping Dawson campus, they could be people you know. Every parent is waiting by the phone, trying to get through to their sons and daughters cell phone. Its really unnerving and its sad that it takes something like this to make everyone realise just how precious life is and just how badly something -or someone- can go wrong.
I think I've become a writer. I got this offer that I'd like to accept, but I dont know if I have the talent. So I tried my hand at writing a quick story to see how it'd go. If you're reading, let me know if its any good, wontcha?
I ahve a theory of why god created man first. He wanted human to be powerful and have a strong body to survive in the wilderness. So, he created man (Adam) with his strong muscled, tall build and lasting supply of testosteronce. But then, he realized, that without intelligence, how would man be able to stay alive for the rest of time? So he was obligated to create woman.
5 stages of accepting death :
D~e~n~i~a~l--"
AnGeR--"NOOOOO
[Barganning]--"Why couldn't it have been me?"
TDepressionT--
aCCEPTANCE----
Well everyone seems to be writing in these things so I'd figure I'd give it a try. Dont see why you would possibly want to read about my unoriginal life....anywho
One more exam before schools out! Oh god FINALLY! I just did the most dumb exam of my life. I go to a french school so I understand the english exams should be easy but COME ON PEOPLE! They had questions like
"Mary and John got hit by a bus. What did Mary and John get hit by?
Was it
A) a tractor
B)a bus
or C) a lawnmower"
I wish Mary WOULD get hit by a bus...., but it gets worse.
"John recycles paper but Mary doesnt like to.
Write S if you think they have the same opinion
Write D if you think their opinions are different"
I think I had more challenging exams in grade two. Not to mention there werent any Marys and Johns to exasperate me. Then again, I shouldnt complain....at least I know I'll pass ONE of my tests ;-)