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Post by TABBY on Nov 16, 2005 15:21:03 GMT -5
THATS MY TRE!! ;D
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 16, 2005 17:35:39 GMT -5
lol.. YAY I MADE PEOPLE LAUGH AT MY PART! lol. sorry.. that was just kind of one of my ambitions. =)
-and.. I've started writing part 12, but have kind of been getting minor writer's block... and plus, when I started writing today in advisory at school, this one chick who I hate started like looking over her shoulder and reading what I was writing. so I erased one part and then stopped (I cannot STAND writing it out while someone's reading it.)
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Post by TABBY on Nov 16, 2005 17:38:42 GMT -5
yes. i hate it when im writing a song or a poem during school people look over my shoulder and scare the living piss out of me
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 16, 2005 19:13:59 GMT -5
omg, I HATE that! I was writing for my own fanfic in a notebook, and I was curled up in a seat, and people kept going, "What're you writing?" and trying to look over my shoulder! I can't write when people are doing that to me. I get selfconscious and everything....
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 16, 2005 19:18:27 GMT -5
lol, yeah i know! .. she was all reading what I was writing, and then I started to think it was bad, and I realized it WAS junk, so I erased that part (not the WHOLE part 12, just the recent thing Billie had said..) and luckily she got my drift and turned around and MINDED HER OWN BUSINESS.
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 16, 2005 19:21:49 GMT -5
Good. People do need to mind their business.....hate nosy people......too bad I'm one myself sometimes, lol....
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 16, 2005 19:28:02 GMT -5
lol, yeah me too...... HAH.. in fact, just a second ago, on IM, I nosily asked my friend why she got signed out of school early today......... **tries to figure out how to go back in time to fix nosy action**
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 16, 2005 19:44:47 GMT -5
Heh. I'm already working on an idea to go back in time, but so I can erase embarrassing moments....tell me if you figure anything out. *pulls on safety goggles and starts mixing chemicals* lol
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 16, 2005 20:30:14 GMT -5
I have Scumbag stuck in my head......
"Why else would you come here? Scumbag on a mission....."
I also had Don't Wanna Fall In Love stuck in my head earlier......"Don't want to have you hanging around me like a leech, so stay the fuck away from me......"
Billie Joe writes such lovely songs, don't you think? lol
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Post by TABBY on Nov 17, 2005 6:51:22 GMT -5
yes i am nosey but i don't like nosey people.....does that make sense? i dunno. but yesterday i was writing my short story for school and someone looked my shoulder and i heard her reading it
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 17, 2005 7:47:05 GMT -5
That sux. Like.....a lot. People seriously need to mind their own business......
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 17, 2005 18:55:45 GMT -5
don't I know it. STUPID PEOPLE MIND UR OWN BUSINESS!!! oh, and that SAME GIRL tried to read my story today. but I covered it up. I just hate stupid annoying people reading my fanfiction.. especially then cause they usually ask what I'm writing, and if I say "fanfiction" then I sound like some obsessive freak.
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 17, 2005 19:00:18 GMT -5
I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN! I hate how that works. Like if I say "fanfiction" they go, "for what?"........so what do I say? Then I would sound like a fucking teenie, and I don't like that......
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 17, 2005 19:07:32 GMT -5
I totally know what you mean. if I say "green day" then they think I'm like a stalker-insane person who writes juuuuunk. I usually just end up leaving it at a "story"... I am a thousand times more comfortable having people that I don't know in real life reading my fanfiction than my friends... I dono.. it just seems like my friends would so not understand. and I don't like "talking" "(out loud) about my fanfic.. I dono, I guess I really am insane.
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 17, 2005 19:58:04 GMT -5
NEW PART NEW PART NEW PART! lol... I'll start writing part 13 tonight, most likely..... OH YEAH THE STORY. lol.. enjoy:
Part 12: in which Mike worries about bush robbers, and Navy is awaken by the telephone yet again[/b] The ride home was silent; everyone was too tired/too exhausted/too overwhelmed to talk. We were all doing fine, not talking, but Billie had to go and ruin it all. “Mike? Can you drop me off at our house first? Before you take Tre and Navy home? I know Dr. Palkan called my mom, and I know we are in for a long chat....” His sentence trailed off. “Yeah.. yeah, sure...” Mike replied. He made a sudden turn because of the new destination, and we all slid sideways. We began to yet again ride along in silence, until we approached what I assumed was Billie’s house. It had a nice, homey look to it; plus, it was good-sized. I would give anything to live there. I thought. Mike drove into the driveway, came to a stop, and Billie hopped out. Mike pulled out yet again, and like previously, we drove along in quiet. It was already the dead of night outside, and we were pretty much the only vehicle out. We came to my street next, and Mike pulled up to the Martins’ green house. “Can I walk you to the door?” Mike asked suddenly. “I don’t want you to be grabbed by any phantom bush robbers...” “Uh.... no, thats okay, Mom leaves the back door unlocked for me anyways,” I lied easily. Mike nodded, but I wasn’t sure he believed me. Tre coughed to break the tension that was hovering in the air. “Gee Mike, I didn’t know we were keeping her hostage...” Tre said. “Oh...right, right..” Mike said as he unlocked the car doors. “So.. We’ll.. uh... see you Monday, then? Have a good weekend....” He trailed off. I waved a nervous wave, hopped out of the car, and then ran around to the back of the house I didn’t know. I saw headlights retreating, and then I slunk around to the front of the house. None of you would understand, I thought bitterly to myself. I quickly crossed the street; my path lit only by a few remaining streetlights. I silently slipped into the church foyer, and then made my way down to where my bed was. I took a look around the old church, and a flashing red light caught my eye. It was coming from the old pastor’s office. I slipped in, and saw it was the answering machine. The red, flashing light read 1 new message. I pressed the “play message” button, and Billie’s voice filled the room. I turned down the volume a couple of notches, and then sank into a chair to listen. “Hi Navy, its me, uhh.. well this Billie. I was just calling to apologize for blowing up and yelling at you back in the parking lot. I’ve been feeling, uhm... well, I’m sorry. You don’t need to call me or anything when you get this message; I’ll call you tomorrow,” and the message ended. *************************************************** I awoke to the piercing sound of the phone ringing in my ear. For a second, I didn’t know where I was, but I soon realized that I had fallen asleep in the office. The phone’s ring yet again tolled in my ear. I thought back to how it had done the exact same yesterday, and how that whole day had turned out. I rubbed my forehead to get rid of all the tiredness that was still penetrating it, and picked up the phone. “So what’s on the agenda today?” I said to whomever was on the other end. “Hi Navy, its Billie,” he said, ignoring my initial question. “Oh.... I uhm, I got your message..” I replied. I felt bad bringing it up, but I didn’t want to act like I had never heard his message. Dropping things never helped. “Oh.. thats.. good.. I am sorry,” he said. I could tell he didn’t want to talk about this. “So.... uhm.. what are you doing today?” “Oh... oh! Thats why I called, actually,” I could hear his voice get more excited. “The band I’m in is having a heavy practice today, for a gig we’ve got tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to, uhm, come and listen to us practice... It won’t be boring or anything, I promise. And then, if you wanted, you could come to the gig tonight too.... If you don’t want to, or you’re busy, or you’re too tired------” “Billie,” I interrupted. “That sounds great. I don’t have any plans, and sitting around here is not exactly what I had in mind as “fun”..” I told him. “Great.. Well, uhm, I don’t know if you want me to pick you up, or what....” “You know what? I’ll just skateboard over there. Its not too far, and I remember where it is from last night. When do you want me to come?” “Anytime,” he replied. “I’ll just be hanging around here ‘til Tre comes.” “Tre?!” I asked. “Yeah.. Tre.. he’s in the band with me.. Its me, Tre, and Mike..” he said matter-of-factly. “You guys? With instruments? What am I getting myself into?!” I said with a laugh.[/font][/size]
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