Why?

Twitter is down..... interesting..... Not much to say, I'll post again later. Kinda sleepy at the moment. Accidentally took a two hour nap. Apparently its impaired my spelling ability.

Shower Story

Writing this off the top of my head. Its what ever idea presents itself in the shower.

Ok, got one, though I like this idea as a short film also, and might make it with the aide of either Lisa or Sarah, (or someone else)

Edit: This story was supposed to be alot shorter then it turned out to be, I only had the beginning and the end in my head, and originally, instead of him meeting up with his friends, he just met up with her and then something aken to what I put as my end happened. I don't know where everything else came from, and I almost want to take it out, but I'll leave it in and do the video with how I originally saw it.

"What? I said at 3:00 PM, why would I want flowers at school at 3:00 AM? That doesn't even make any sense!"


This is George. He's a bit flustered at the moment.

"Ok, fine, the flowers wont be on time, but what about the balloons? Did you atleast get that right?!"


See, theirs this girl he likes, and with that infatuation also comes the stress of Prom coming up.


"Yes? Ok. Just wondering, but how did you get the balloons at the right time but not the flowers? I mean, they ARE on the same order!"

And adding the stress of wanting to have a good prom with the fact that the girl you want to take to said prom is still unspoken for makes for one hell of a time finding the courage to ask her.

"No, I'm not being touchy with you. YES I STILL WANT THE ORDER! I admit it will be weird that she gets the flowers at a weird time, but atleast she'll get the balloons with the question in them."

Not really knowing how to compose himself long enough to ask her with his own vocal cords, he's decided to take a less..... direct approach to his problem. By throwing money at it.

"Ok, ok thats fine. Now can you please repeat the spelling of her name back to me? I want to make sure you got that right as well."

Unfortenatly for him, his delivery service isn't being as cooperative as he had thought. But you already knew that, didn't you?

".... Ok, theirs SUPPOSED to be another 'e' at the end, but what ever, it still comes across fine. No I don't want to delay the order for you to correct it! By then, Prom will be over! How are you 'sure that that wont be a problem'?!"

So here he is, hiding in a bathroom stall at 1:00, getting everything done at last minute to make sure she gets the message as soon as school ends.

"No, YOU calm down, how did you even get this job?!"

I guess he'll never make that mistake again, huh? How ever, their is one thing he had'nt counted on.

"*sigh* ok, ok thank you for your time I guess....."
"Oh shit, bells about to ring, better go get my stuff."

As he walked to his desk, the bell rang, so he immediatly grabbed his stuff and went to meet with his friends. They all eventually met one friend, and then met up with another group of two who also met up earlier, eventually causing a smile pile up of random conversation before having to rush to class for lack of better timing. George always met up with Tyler before they met up with Chris and Jace. Jace's real name was Jack, but he got pissed if anyone ever called him that.

Tyler showed up at his spot, like he did every day. "Hey man, heard you were in the bathroom all day, and when someone went to go check on you, you were yelling at someone. What happpened, your shit finally get so rancid it fought back?"

"Haha, you're so fucking funny sometimes. Makes me forget that they pretty much abandoned your mother during her labor of you to go help give birth to a baby cow, all because they deemed it more important." The story was true, and why Tyler ever told it is really unknown. They always gave him shit about it. And he was pissed.

Tyler just looked at him with a glare and said "Fuck you....." around the time that Jace and Chris showed up.

Jace and Chris were very close friends, had been for years. It was a big joke in the group that they would get married, though neither of them were gay. And both of them conceded that it would probably happen.

Tyler lightened up a bit. "So, whens the big day?"

Jace grabbed Chris's hand, much to his reluctance, and held it up to show the lack of a ring.

"Hey man, what did I say about interlocking fingers? Its really not cool...."
Jace made a hurtful face, ignoring Chris's comment. "See this? He took off the ring. I don't know guys, hes been kind of distant lately."

Chris laughed his next sentence. "Distant? hah, I cant get far enough from you with out you on my nuts. Now let. Go. Of. My. Hand."

He finally was able to push him off, and gasped in relief, clutching his hand and checking it for any damages, though it was all for show. George kept looking around, hoping to see Michelle walk by. He knew she sometimes came down this hallway, and just wanted to talk to say hi, maybe get a hug.

Apparently his wandering eye caught Chris's attention, the two turned to him, with Jace letting out a "So, I heard about you and the bathroom incident. I hope it was your mom calling you to tell you a family member died, cause otherwise, I'm worried."

"For the last time, I don't call the sex lines." George had heard this joke before, and it was getting old.

"Ok, guy, but we're just here to help. And if its really getting out of line so much that you need to do it during school, then we have a problem."

Chris couldn't help but laugh out loud. He always did, and people stared at him all the time for it. But he didn't care. It was funny.

"Wasn't on the sex lines. Was calling about.... something else." Jace would never let him live it down if he found out he called, not only for a girl, but for a gift for a girl. He decided he would tell Tyler later.
"Oh shit, I gotta go, Mr. Onin's class is on the other side of the fucking school."

As he ran off he could here a comment about Tylers birth prospects, and couldn't help but smile.



When he finally got to class is was the same old same old. Notes, worksheet, lecture during worksheet, more notes, more lecture, and of course, alot of sleep. Government wasn't hard, but actually really easy. The worksheet was given at the beginning of class, and most of it was so basic that half the class was done with it before the second round of notes, at which point it became Nap Class. It had become a bit of a ritual, in all of Onin's class's, that when you were done with your paper you passed it on, at which point you could sleep and still have it back on your desk before he asked for them, with out having to lift a finger.

But on one side of the classroom, there seemed to be a commotion. It appeared that someone didn't want to give up their paper. And that someone happened to be Michelle. He cracked his knuckles, figuring he could kill two birds with one stone. If he could convince her to lend HIM his paper, then he could continue the cycle, and be able to talk to her and gain her trust a little bit more.

They were already sort of friends, but only the type of friend you talked to at school, and maybe send a few text messages during the day. But every now and then he would get a more flirtatious one, and it only strengthened his will to win her over.

When he got to her, she seemed a bit relieved. This, he decided, was a good sign.
"Hello mad'am" he jokingly remarked. "But what seems to be the problem?" He wanted to use this line when the surprise came on her face when she got her baloons. Oh well.
"Not much, this clown here wants my paper, but the entire year I've never seen him 'plug and pass'."
"Hmm.... well, others do seem to need their work done, and I know for a fact that they have valiantly done their fair share." He wondered if he had used the proper wording in that card to ask her.
"Yeah, you're right. How about this, I'll give you my paper, and you can pass it after you're done? Seeing as how you're already over here."
Score! He barely had to do anything, and he had got some nice flirtation time in. To top it all off, he didn't have to do his work today, which he had originally designated as a day of contribution to the class. Oh well. As he got back to his seat, he immediatly started copying. He couldn't help but daydream about Prom, about her reaction, about what she would do. Would she kiss him? Or just a big hug? There was no doubt in his mind she would say yes. He wondered for a moment if he was setting himself up for a let down, but let the idea go. He spent a good amount of money on this, and there was no way it would let him down.

He finished the 5th out of 20 questions. What would his buddies say about it though? Who cares, they would have to get used to it. The worry of whether or not the delivery guys will get it right loomed over head again.

10 out of 20 problems done. As he glanced at her hand writing to copy her work, he noticed how neat it was. Very contrasting to his, which had been constantly scolded by teachers for being illegible. He hoped that was one of the few contrasts. He realized how he hadn't even bothered to check her favorite color, and instead had chosen his for the balloons and flowers.

15 out of 20. He realized what an asshole thing to do. Worry came overhead again. What if she called him out on it? What if she named him selfish? Or hated green? It was a bit rediculous to think these things, but he couldn't help it.

He finished copying. He looked over at where she was sitting, and she looked kind of nervous. Like she was avoiding his gaze. His heart slowly sank, wondering if he had taken the wrong vibe the entire time and if she just now realized what she had been doing. He let out a sigh, tried to push his doubt out of his mind, and wondered if there was a back to his paper. He turned it over.

To see one of the most amazing things he had ever seen. And yet at the same time, it made him cringe. There, in beautifully hand drawn and colored letters were the words "Will you take me to prom?" With hearts and penguins showering it. How did she even KNOW he liked penguins? He would have to ask later. But the sudden realization that he had wasted so much money, so much time getting everything prepared. Only to be outdone with a drawing and meaning from the heart.

As he walked over, he met her gaze, and saw her blush, finding it the cutest thing he had ever seen. All his doubt, all his worry, for nothing. He would tell her about the flowers at 3:00AM and the balloons later. Right now he had something else to do.

When he got within normal speaking distance, she looked at him expectantly, and said "Well?"

He simply leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and whispered.

"Yes"

Cheesy bread?

I'll leave twitter be.

Tired of posting on twitter, thought I'd keep my blagg up, and when a random thought comes to my head, I'll push enter and type it. So, here goes!

I hate the song Sabotage.

stupid keyboard to USB jack that cost me 2$ doesnt work. Must kill asians.

Why do I have to play all the shitty songs on Rockband before I get to the ones I, you know, actually want to play?

Will my creative juices allow me to actually create a good short story for today? I may just make it one a week, seeing as how one a day is turning out to be a bitch.

My blagg is not ment to be funny. FUCK YOU JOHN.

I'm sorry if you dont have the attention span to read 5 minutes of text. FUCK YOU TOO TAYLOR!

I have pictures to send.

I should probably send them.

I wonder what Kyle's doing.

My mom made a turkey and some mashed potatoes and gravy today. It was like an extremely early Thanksgiving. And it was awesome.

My brother wants me to go to this anime/gaming convention thingy. If its the same one mehrun keeps trying to get Jason to go to, I'll pass.

I think I've done enough damage for the day.

I have a Wii shirt on.

I must say, I am quite tired. Sleepy, really. Dont really feel like blogging. This wont count as my sunday blogg, promise. I'll get another up. Later. I'm really trying to do a short story per blogg rather then rant about how my day went. Because, you know, thats boring.

Looked spiffy today, Lisa was the only one who looked anywhere near dressed up as I did. Go check her blogg, pretty much explains how the day went. I'll blogg about prom tomorrow, cause it wasn't as bad as I thought, not at the end when I met up with some friends I didn't know would be there.

I still say we should have a formal lann party.

Finish it!

I'm on a role, so this will be my post for Saturday, because I want to finish this story. And dagnabit, I will. So here it is. Also, I wonder if anyone gets my references....''

He lied down on his bed, thinking about what he was going to say if he decided to call. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

"Wha-?"

*bang* *bang* *bang*

"ok, ok.... I'm coming."

*bang* *bang* *bang*

"Shut up!"

He turned the corner of his hallway to the OTHER hallway that leads past his kitchen and to his front door, while muttering something else about having a big house.

His windows were closed,which was weird because he didn't remember them being so. Either way, he couldn't see who was behind the door.

Suddenly the door was open.
"Surprise!" Everyone was there, Ryan, Joshua, Trey and Ally, Kelly, and even some other friends he hadn't seen since highschool. They were all holding presents and balloons, Motion City Soundtrack playing in the background.. He looked closer and there was some more friends he hadn't seen since middle school. And cousins that he had long since abandoned. But it wasn't until he saw Lacy there that it hit him. There she was, smiling, eyes wide just like the night that he gave her the exact necklace she was wearing now. But he knew better. Because she didn't have that necklace anymore. She threw it at him the day she found out. And no matter what the circumstances, she wouldn't be smiling that wide. Not at him. The music got louder, and as everyone stood there as if frozen in time, all smiles and happiness, 'Broken Heart'could clearly be heard.

He woke up to realize it was his ringtone. Meaning his phone was ringing. And it only played that song when....

"Lacy?!"
"hmmm? Oh, no, its me, Audrey"
He forgot.... There was two people that he assigned that ringtone to. But it didn't hold as much meaning with Audrey as it did two years ago.
"Oh, sorry, just some stuff on my mind"
"I can tell, hehehe" Her giggle reminded him of a simpler time. When drama was less drama
"Heh, yeah. So what have you been up to?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Twenty-five year old! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He couldn't help but feel a smile across his face.
"Thanks. Here I thought you had forgotten."
"Me? forget your birthday?"
"Well it has happened before...."
"yeah, well you never got me a super awesome birthday gift the same year before."
"Oh, so is that what it takes?" He said sarcastically
"hah, you know thats not what I meant. I can't thank you enough for the digital book, but to go and make a deal that I get any book on here that I want for free? Thats amazing"
"Well, I have been trying to push more literature on you."
"I really dont want this to turn into a sour religious debate, AJ.... please...."
"I wasn't trying to. Promise. I have enough people mad at me as it is."
"You know I cant stay mad at you...."
"Well apparently some people can."
"You already told me what happened. And it was a bad decision on your part. But both sides of this need to grow up and face each other"
"Yeah...."
"In fact, you need to get off of this phone right now and call her, get this over with. I'm hanging up on you now. Goodluck."
"wait, dont-"
*click*

Two habits were broken at the same time. A sigh let loose, and then "It seems like this is becoming a reoccurring theme today, isn't it? But I can't call her.... I tried everyone else.... Maybe I should get a cat, that way when I talk, I can atleast say I'm soothing my kitty."

He looked at the clock. Only two hours had passed since he first sat down to write. He had a year, but still. Getting a book written out early means more of a vacation. Then again, what good is a vacation if you have no one to spend it with? He decided to take another nap. Maybe he could have another dream where things went right, and this time he wouldn't realize it.

His phone woke him up. It rang. The ringing of his phone woke him up. A violent thought ran through his mind about telemarketers, and he hit the 'end' button, which sent who ever(or what ever) it was to voicemail. But he might as well have hit the snooze button, because not even 5min later it went off. He turned over to see the number, not knowing it, but recognizing the area code. Probably a crossed line, since his phone had the same area code, though he was far away from where it resigned. He let it ring, hoping who ever it was would take a hint.

They didn't.

Finally fed up, he answered it.

"Look, I don't know who you're working for or what you're selling, but I-"
"A...Aj?"
He recognized the voice immediatly. It was a bit softer and more shy then he remembred, but then again the last time it was being used was in a yelling tone. It was her. It was Lacy.
"Um.... Am i dreaming? That may sound weird, sorry if its weird, but"
"haha.... no. I guess its not weird. Good to know you havent changed too much. Happy B-day by the way."
"Thanks, but uh.... is that the only reason you called? Because look, I'm really sorry, I just-"
He could hear crying on the other side
"Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this. Everyone told me not to call, and I did anyways."
"No, wait, please..... please.... I have alot to say. But I don't know if I can say it on the phone."
"Well why not?" He could hear her getting a bit more offensive now "What else is there to say?"
"Well I don't know, but I mean-"
"How about this, then. 'I'm sorry I lead you on for six months. I'm sorry you were only my 'back up plan''"
"Now wait just a second-"
"'I'm sorry that even though we had something special, I had to get my fix from some girl who knew nothing of what I really was. I'm sorry I slept with her, even after so much talk of waiting for marriage'"
"Lace, please...."
"I'M NOT FINISHED!"
There was that yelling he remembered.
"'I'm sorry I told all my friends about it, so that I got caught! I'm also sorry that I, stupidly, bought an engagement ring, when I obviously had no intent to keep those vows! I'm sorry I ran away instead of confronting everything like an adult. And now, I'm sorry that I'm all alone on my birthday, wondering what happened, when its all very clear.' Does that sound about right?!"
".... yeah. Yeah I guess it does."
"Well good. Because you're not the only one feeling like shit. My birthday is coming up also. And you better fucking call me on it. I'm not done with you. I have more to say, but Liz is almost here, and she'll flip shit if she knows I called you with her phone. I knew you wouldn't answer if I called on mine."
"Yeah.... I would have...."
"hmph.... well either way. You better call me. Ok? Because I'm tired of all of this.... I really am. You can go back to sleep now. I know thats what you were doing."
"Heh.... you do know me well, don't you?"
"Alot less then I realized.... goodnight."
"Goodnight.... I guess."

*Click*

Said I was going to finish it....

Really want to just get this short story done, and I want it done tonight. Some of the authors talked about writing and getting your bad words out first, so I'm going to do that with a short story that for some reason wants to be told. So here it is. Kinda procrastinated on it, so the one hour time limit will either help me or kill me.


His hand were at his keyboards, but he stared blankly into the moniter. He was in no mood to write, let alone finish an entire half-book. He put his left hand into his pocket, keeping his right on his keyboard. Even when he realized his phone was in his right pocket, he refused to let his right hand leave the keyboard, and instead awkwardly reached for his phone with the hand that is not meant for the right pocket. He flipped through his contacts list.....

Ryan....
*riiing* *riiiing* "Not not busy enough to answer the phone, which means I'm not not not going to answer. So don't call again hoping I'll pick up, if I get to the damned thing late I'll call back. Got it? Alright. Peace" *beep*

*click*

He let out a sigh.

Joshua.....

*riiiing* *riiiing* "Heeeeey...... Yeah, obviously not at the phone. Probably rocking some faces or something, I don't know. Well, I do, but you don't. So suck it.

*click*

"*sigh*, so much for that....I wonder what Alice and Trey were doing."

*Riiiiing* *riiiiing* "Hey, its Aly, and if neither of us are answering its because."
"Because we're having sex!"
"Trey!.... I'm sorry, well you know what to do at the tone"
"What? they deserve to know the tru-"

*click*

"Hmm.... seems like everyone's busy. Or still mad.... guess I cant blame them. I want to call Lacy, but...." He let out another sigh, a bad habit that was only growing worse. "If the others didn't pick up, theirs no way she will."

He remembred again what his doctor said about talking to himself.

His moniter had something new appear on it, and a ring came from his speakers. Kelly was on. She was a bit older, but always wise, and always helpful. But most of all, she would atleast talk to him.

Celaj said: Hey!
Cakely said: Hi!!! Its been awhile.
Celaj said: Yeah, I suppose it has. How have you been?
Cakely said: Been doing good, finally almost done with school. Really regret it took this long. Hows Chels?
Celaj said: Shes doing fine, she moved out around last year though, got a bit tired of the city. Not sure exactly where she is now, but I know she moved near her parents. Pretty sure she wants to get close to them before its too late.
Cakely said: Hmmm..... well thats good for her. I hope she gets what shes looking for. And what about you? Any new lady friends I should know about? I know things have been weird since....
Celaj said: no, I figure I have enough problems as is.
Cakely said: and what problems would those be? Failing to meet deadlines are we? Or are you just procrastinating the inevitable. You need to talk to her. To everyone. I know you, and this is one problem you cant just ignore till it goes away.
Celaj said: And why not? Its worked for 2 years already, hasnt it?
Cakely said: Has it?
Cakely said: Anyways, today is a day for celebration.
Celaj said: Oh, it is is it?
Cakely said: Yeah, duh....
Cakely said: Today we're going to go see an awesome local band, maybe even meet some guys. ;)
Celaj said: oh.....
Cakely said: hahaha, I'm kidding with you. Happy birthday, kiddo. 25, right?
Celaj said: yeah, 25. For a second you had me worried.
Cakely said: well I'm sorry, couldn't resist. Well hey, I need to get going, room mates getting rowdy. We really are going to a concert. You have fun, but not too much, ok? Have fun!
Celaj said: yeah, dont you worry about me.... I'll be safe.....
Cakely has signed off.

"I'll sure as hell be safe alright."

He looked at his phone, just to make sure. But nothing. All it told was the time and how to unlock the damned thing, but nothing about a missed call or new message. Maybe he did need to call her? He threw it to his bed. Got up and walked to the kitchen. He had such a big house. Why such a big house? The only people who used it were guests, and they always told him how they wanted such a big house. But why? It felt lonely. He could tell it wanted that many people in it all the time. But that isn't possible, people have their own lives to go on to. Stupid big house.... it didn't get it.

He opened the fridge, a useless gesteur as he already knew what was in it. He memorized its contents long ago. If he wanted food he usually ordered or went out. The fridge was there for show. And alcohal. And ice cream. Because no matter how hard he tried, the ice cream man would not stop by his house....

He heard his phone ring. Immediatly all earthly worrys of food went away, and he ran for the thrown item.

"Hello?"
"Yes, your insurance has expired on-"
*click*

"Fucking aye... this sucks. Shes right. I do need to call her. But what do I say? I love you? I'm sorry? Please dont be mad I called? You know its my birthday?" Yet another sigh to add to his collection. "If the stupid postal system hadn't gone down I could have wrote her a letter, or a poem. An email wont do.... seems too cowardly. Same with a text message. And why am I still talking to myself!?"

His fingers traced the number to her cell phone. But instead, he ended up calling his doctor. Dr. Sotir was his name, and bad habits were his game. He had a really weird german accent that almost seemed fake, as if to make him seem better then he was at his job. He was 3 for 10, but he was nice, and his bill wasn't enormous.

"Why hello AJ, how are you doing today?"
"Pretty shitty, doc. Keep talking to myself. And this time I have no excuse to claim its me writing"
"Well, what exactly are you talking to yourself about?"
"I don't know.... just some past stuff. Ya know? Stuff I never left behind."
"I don't mean to be straightforward, but I'm low on time, but.... Perhaps you should just confront your past? Get it off of your mind, and out of your mouth.
"Its not that easy, doc, that would involve-"
"I'm really sorry, AJ, but I must be going now, this man INSISTS he can fly, and that the only reason he cant is because he has swallowed a packing peanut. Talk to you later!"

*click*

No.... he would not sigh this time. One bad habit to conquer at a time. Though he felt for the flying man. Sometimes we all feel we can do extraordinary things, we just need to get rid of our 'packing peanut'.