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Well, I'm playing basketball this year, and practice starts next week.  So this afternoon I went outside and ran for a little while. (notice I said a little while)

Then, I went inside and wrote more of the washing machine story, and did a ton of totally pointless quizzes (I don't need some dumb quiz to tell me I'm most like Pippin and Eowyn!) and um, went here.  And sat in my seat for five minutes gazing at the amazing assortment of smilies.  My favorite are:  and and   and and  and (Boromir blowing his horn,) and  and .  Very interesting. 

     And here is a picture of Billy Boyd in a kilt.

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  Urg!!!!  This is the second time these freaky Mexican people in a red van have come to our house and peered through the windows while my parents were gone.  It's starting to scare me, especially since I have this phobia of strangers.  

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Okay, that was rather accurate, and not as much of a waste of time as some quizzes.

                                 Story One

     Cody sat in the cold, bare cell drawing in the dirt with a piece of straw.  The wardean walked in and yanked Cody off the ground.  "Walk." he said.  The ground outside in the execution courtyard was soaked with rain.  Cody's feet sloshed through muddy puddles, dragging chains in behind them.  At last, his mud-covered boots fell on the straw aroud the execution block, and the straw stuck to them.  The warden grabbed him and forced him down so he knelt before the block.  He blinked back tears and shivered.  He would never run along the banks of the creek behind his house, or hear Rikko's odd laugh.  Or see Thistle's beautiful brown face again.  It would all end here.  At least he was dying for a cause he believe in,  Freedom.   

     The axeman stepped up, and Cody seized his last chance, literally.  He grabbed the executioner's black boot and the man fell in the mud.  Guards were coming.  He picked up the axe and cut three of them down, but a sword stabbed his back.  He toppled over in the mud.  Mr. Atlack bent over him triumphantly, "You foolish boy, did you really think you would escape?"  Cody sighed.  All pain left his body as the world turned black.

     Rain drops and tears streamed down Thistle's face.  Her lip quivered as she silently mourned for her dearest friend.  His body had been loaded into a cart in an alley to be taken away the next morn.  She stroked his blond hair.  She wondered, how was life to go on?  Her tears fell on his face.  She bent over and kissed his forehead.  Life had to go on, for there was a battle to bo fought, and it was far from over.  She sniffed, "Good bye."  And she walked down the alley, fesloving to avenge Cody and put a stop to the tyranny that had enveloped her country. 

          Story Two

     The footsteps were coming closer.  He could hear their even, steady beat approaching the utility room, were he was.  Elijic Davies, a fifteen year old, closed the washing machine door and entered his password hurriedly.  The person was opening the utility room door.  Elijic furiously threw levers and slammed buttons.  The machine took off just in time.  He watched triumphantly as his space machine broke through the second floor and the roof of their house.  He soared up and up, faster and faster.  Yes, it was cramped in there, and his mom wouldn't be to happy about the holes in the house, but he was going to outer space, at that was all that mattered. 

     Within an hour Elijic was approahing the moon, his first destination.  He loved mapmaking and exploring, and his dream was to explore all of the planets and make atlases of them all, which is why he went to all the trouble to pay attention during Physics and turn his faily's spacey-looking washing machine into a spaceship.  "Today my neighborhood, tomorrow UB13, or whatever that new planet thing is called," he thought contentedly as he opened a bag of barbeque-flavored potato chips.  A few hours later he he strpped himself in and drifted into sleep with the chip bag hovering in zero g. 

      About six hours later, Elijic was awaken by the bage of chips slamming into his face with a huge crunch.  He groaned.  Crumbs were floating all over the spaceship.  He had a rather difficult time grabbing them all up and putting them backin the bag.  He rolled it up and clipped it with a clothes pin.  The moon was practically touching them, and it was a real miracle they hadn't collided.    

 I wrote these stories in the same sitting, believe it or not.  I was listening to my Dead Man's Chest soundtrack, which is why the moods are so different in them.  When I wrote the first one while Hello Beastie (Jack dies) was playing, and I wrote the other one when the Tiesto Remix of He's a Pirate started playing.  That is why one should never play music while you write, your mood will change dramatcally.

     Now, I know there's no background or anything to the first story, but Thistle and Cody are two friends, about 13, and there's some sort of war going on.  Cody is being executed for disloyalty to the government, and Thistle is technically an outlaw as well.  I use the names Thistle and Cody quite frequently in my writing, so if they come up again don't assume they are the same people I wrote about here.  I don't plan on expanding on this story, because if I do I'd would probably write the beginning of the story that already has an ending, and that would be rather pointless as we already know what's going to happen. 

      I might expand on the second story though, I think it would kind of fun to show him at all the different planets.  Elijic, in case you're wondering, is a combination of Elijah and allergic.  I wanted a sort of nerdy name and it just presented itself as perfect.  I kind of think this one really really weird picture of Elijah Wood is the inspiration behind it.  If I find it I'll post it here.   

Okay, a few weeks ago I was at my aunt and uncle's house, down in their basement, and I saw my cousin's pipe on his desk with some tobacco ashes in it.  Images of Merry and Pippin sitting on a ledge puffing away contentedly instantly popped up in my head, and I put it in my mouth and posed in front of a mirror.  It was rather heavy, and not as long or interesting as the LOTR pipes, and I was having an excrutiating time trying to keep my tongue from touching it.  And then, as my nose was rather stuffy at the time, I accidentaly breathed through my mouth, sucking in gross, vile tobacco air.  It tastes one hundred times worse than it smells, which is absolutely horrible.  I coughed a little and put it back, thinking, "Now why exactly did I do that?  I am NEVER EVER going to smoke."  And keep in mind the thing wasn't even lit, that's how gross it is.  So then, I drank lots of water and apple cider, and on the way hope I could smell my bad breath, and I tried not to exhale through my mouth, very difficult, especially since it was a 45 minute drive home.  Upon arriving, I went upstairs and thoroughly brushed my teeth and tongue.  I had a rather sore throat until the next morning, and it was a very miserable expirience.    

Well, this is obviously my first entry.  I'm starting this blog to have a place to share the stuff I write or just whatever crazy stuff I think of.  I obviously like Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Pirates of the Caribbean, so I should be writing about that sort of stuff a lot, and, yeah.