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Post by Mippin on Aug 5, 2004 14:51:10 GMT -5
Ye ne'er found out? And what about the next Florida Writes coming up in a couple o' years? I got a 6. Yes.. fun.. wait.. Leo? Ye.. stabbed Leo.. for.. what reason? Well.. I mean.. what reason pertaining to the thread..?
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Post by Lëowen on Aug 5, 2004 15:23:54 GMT -5
That post wasn't mine, thanks, Mari. No reason to stab the Leo there. I don't even have a brother, nor have I posted on this thread in the last few weeks.
*feels very loved now*
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 5, 2004 15:24:08 GMT -5
Cause she was online an' the only person whom I knew to be online an' so I inferred, possibly incorrectly, that she had posted that comment. Now I realise that it sounded like Saphy... but that's okay. I figured I'd risk it. ^^ And.. well.. not a proper essay, that's just what I was calling it. A paragraph would really suffice. Just something longer than "I like weather. Weather is nice. Nice weather. Weather - nice. Weather."
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 5, 2004 15:48:08 GMT -5
Well, here's the first essay, written by our illustrious Number One.
Alatariel673: I have to go now.. Alatariel673: school assembly tonight.. Alatariel673: b'bye Kelduiniel: Aww.. bye!
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 5, 2004 15:51:59 GMT -5
I'm sorry. It's obvious that that's not the right essay. I just discovered that I had since then been copying other things... And so I had been talking about school assemblies an' how annoying they are an' such an' forgotten that I had lost the copy-age of the essay. So, without further ado... the Illustrious Number One:
Weather, as we all know it to be, is rather unpredictable. Of course this may sound ludicrous to those who hang on to every word their local meteorologist speaks. But have you actually ever looked at the weather in comparison to what he or she says it’ll be like? Well, HAVE YOU?!?!?! Oh, okay then. Anyway, then there’s those little weather socks. Socks are quite nice, no? Not sure how a smelly gym sock would help predict the weather though.
Then there are different forms of precipitation. Take rain for example. What about acid rain? We all know that Mary had a little lamb, whose isn’t anymore. For it didn’t rain pure H2O, it rained H2CO4. A lot can be said on the issue of acidic rain. Take the industrial factories of China. Sending off acid rain to the forests of Japan. Same thing in Pennsylvania. Speaking of the Amish, we then go on to the subject matter of the Amish Furniture Consignment… what’s up with that? You go into the store, and look around at the furniture, when all of a sudden you realize “Wow. I’m not Amish.” So, you walk out of the store, get hit by a bolt of lightning, and decide to change your vile, modern ways. But it is too late – you’re dead.
So, a few weeks later, you’re walking down the street, about to cross the road, and it happens again. You get hit by lightning. You go to the hospital, get treated, and then go home, deciding to NEVER LEAVE!!! Until, one day… you leave. And you walk down the road, and get hit by a bolt of lightning just as you were about to cross the street. And they still tell you lightning never hits in the same spot twice. My. Foot.
You know what’s really annoying about this precipitation? How everyone rushes around acting like their going to die. “OH MY GOD, IT’S RAINING!” It doesn’t really matter that you’ve tested the pH level of the rain in your local area. Doesn’t matter that it really isn’t harmful in the least; all that matters is that it is raining and we’re all going to die! It’s not even hail! I tell ya, there’s a lot more people out there, walking around in the hail, acting like everything’s fine when a golf-ball hits them in the head, and no one ever even yelled “fore!”
Speaking of golf, I was out on the green talking to my friend about it. Asked him what was so great about it. I mean, really. Here’s my idea for a sport. I knock a ball in a gopher hole. Oh, like pool? No! Not Pool! Not with a STRAIGHT stick, with a little messed up stick! I whack that ball and it goes in that gopher hole! Oh, you mean like croquet? No! Not croquet! I put the hole hundreds of yards away!!! Oh! So, like bowling, you mean? Heck, no! See, no, I put stuff in the way! Like trees, and bushes, and high grass! So you can lose your little ball, and go chucking away with a little 5 iron! Whacking away and each time ya miss, ya feel like you’re gonna have a stroke! Heck, that’s what we’ll call it! A stoke, cause every time ya miss, ya feel like you’re gonna DIE! So right there, we’ll put a flag by the hole, to give ya hope. But then I’ll put a pool, and a sandtrap to get your ball again!!! And then ya’ll be there, whacking away in the sand! HAHA!!! Oh, and you do this one time? Heck, no! We do it EIGHTEEN times!
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Post by Amarië on Aug 5, 2004 19:25:47 GMT -5
Well, that was necessary... Yes.. I am Number One. *sits back and waits for people to believe her*
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 5, 2004 20:02:27 GMT -5
I realised that I forgot to tell ye one of the more important parts of how very, very extremely amazingly astoundingly different this will be. All guesses will be sent to me. Because.. that way... ye don't have to cover up which was ye and ye can't influence other people. We'll wait for a week or so, we'll see about that, and then when there are enough the guesses may be PMed to me.. and then I'll release the guesses an' who it really was at the end. *grins* How's that? Different? ^^
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Post by Lady Harriet Wimsey on Aug 6, 2004 9:14:25 GMT -5
But it wasn't! 'Twas me. I guess I'm good at sounding like other people, though...
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 6, 2004 12:18:54 GMT -5
Ah, well, that's okay then. I'm about to stab ye.. ^^ One doesn't stab Oromin.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 6, 2004 15:24:05 GMT -5
Alright. Now we have the essay of the wonderful Number Two.
Okay, okay. Enough about walls. Next we'll talk about the weather. Weather. And what will the next topic be? Wombats… or something along those lines? Where do wombats live? I don't really know. But where I live, it sucks. The other day, the sun was shining, and it was raining. Yes, I know, it's called a sun shower, but I haven't seen one in like years. And it's really creepy. Because I like my rain when its dark and cold and windy. That type of weather is awesome. Especially when you are in it.. actually outside. That is so fun.
Oooh, like those movies where its always really dark and stuff. The people come across a house or something, and this place is on a hill. I don't know why it's always on a hill, but it is! It's always up high, towering above you. Either that or it's in some canyon, where you are looking down on it. Even if the place is flatlands, you always seem to be looking up on it, or down on it, if you will. So you see this place and there are clouds and its all dark. And either it rains, or doesn't rain. Maybe it'll wait to rain until you actually get inside, then it starts pouring. Then it will rain through out the whole movie... the WHOLE movie... until, of course, the end where it clears up and the people finally beat the bad guy or who ever it is that they're battling through out the movie.
So then the sun starts shining and everyone's all happy that they lived through this massacre... But usually, these places are in some place that's deserted, so it makes ya wonder where they go after that. I mean, whatever transportation that brought them there ends up getting destroyed, as well as the house or whatever it was that they end up being prisoner in. So they're all happy that they're alive, but they just END UP DYING IN THE DESERT ANYWAYS! So what's the point? They survive all this stuff just to end up dying in this deserted place because they have no where to go. And honestly, after all that, it's not like they can go back in the house and call some one to come get them; the place most likely doesn't have electricity. It's like, "Oh! Huzzah!! We survived that house!! Now we can wander through the desert and DIE! Oh, but at least we survived that! We could have had a quick death, but now we get to go starve to death!! What fun!"
But that'd be if they were only in the middle of the desert.. or somewhere, because, y'know, if there is a desert, that means there is mountains. Because the rain pours down on the mountains and then by the time it reaches the desert, its all gone, so the desert hardly gets no rain. But then it doesn't make sense, because why would it rain through out the whole movie of their in the desert?! I know, it does rain in the desert, but not all the time. And even when it does, it doesn't last three days! Or however long it takes them to find their way out of this stupid house, which makes ya wonder what they were doing in the desert in the first place! I mean who wanders around aimlessly in the desert? Are these people like lost or something?
Whatever it is, they always come up with some stupid excuse to go up to the house. If something is chasing you, about to eat you, just let it eat you! Don't go up to this house with some psycho inside. He'll torture you, mess with your head. It would be a lot easier just dying quickly, and would also save me the two hours watching the freaking movie! I have much better things to do than watch some people have a near death experience just to MAKE IT OUT ALIVE AT THE END! All movies are like that. They have one beautiful girl, several men, to kill of that is. So they kill off just about all the men but four of them, one of them ends up being a bad guy and turns on everyone. So, the bad guy gets killed, along with the 20 other men they had. And it's either: two men and one woman that survives, and even then, one of the men and the girl end up getting together, or its one man and one woman, and they get together in the end. It's always the same. ALWAYS! Oh, and if there is a child in it, the child ends up surviving, too. It's the law of the scary movies.
Like one I saw today. And when I started watching it, there was six main men and one beautiful woman, along with various crew members (the crew members all die, of course.) One of the men is a bad guy, he dies in the end. Two of the other men die, some how or another, I wasn't really watching that part, but they weren't there at the end! And two men and one woman are left, the woman and one of the men getting together at the end. And it was an underwater movie, so it would be dark anyhow, but when they actually were on the surface, it was still dark! It's not night time all the time!! And then, when there is two people fighting, the camera moves all around, even if the people are ten feet away from the camera, the camera STILL MOVES! It's not like two tiny people can make the whole submarine move around!
Yellow is a good colour. Yellow. Yellow, yellowness. Yellow, like the sun. Ooh, that reminds me of this one song called I'm Already There. That was an awesome song. I suggest you go listen to it. Now. There was this one time when it was on the radio and it had people with relatives that were off in the war, in the army or something, and it had everybody from these people's wives to their children. It was so sad! I nearly cried. But the song goes, 'I'm the sunshine in your hair. I'm the moonlight shinging down. I'm the whisper in the wind. I'm your imaginary friend. And I'll be there till the end. Yes, I'm already there.' Or something along those lines.. listen to it.. now! Or else. I shall kill you. Up on top pf that hill. In the rain. AND THEN the sun will shine, or else the world will fall into eternal darkness and we shall all *takes breath* die.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 7, 2004 21:49:26 GMT -5
The lofty Number Three:
The weather. I've always wondered why people talk abot the weather when they have nothing else of consequence to talk about. I mean, it's not as if anyone really cares what kind if weather we're having. It's just so overused it's extremely obvious. If you start to talk abot the weather, you just brand yourself as being a very bad conversationalist. "It's raining now." "Oh, yes, I can see it through the window." *silence*
If you're no good at conversation, then for heaven's sake please don't talk about the weather! Go to a nice Ivy League school and get lessons on conversationalism. *isn't even sure if that's a word* Learn to talk about something interesting. Something that's important. Or not so important. Talking about something of importance isn't of that great importance. But please don't talk about weather.
Another thing is hail. Hail is quite interesting, so that'sthe exception to that rule. I learned about it in Generarl Science quite a few years ago. Quite lofty, really. It just keps going up, and down, up, and down, up, and down, up, and down.... Until it's so heavy that it just falls down to the ground, or, if they're unlucky, on some poor unsuspecting passerby who was so unfortunate as to have lost his job and he was looking for a job, a job that would help him support his family decently, but he has no money so that he can't afford to have a car that would protect him from the Frozen Balls of Terror, therfore he is hit on the head with a Ball of Terror and he must go to the the hospital and be treated for a concussion, and it is quite dangerous to have a concussion, especially if you have already had one, then you are in real danger, and he might not make it and then his family will be terribly sad and cry and sob and weep, all because of a FROZEN BALL OF TERROR!!!
Has anyone noticed that all the experimental topics have begun with a W? So that must mean that we have a trend here. What shall be next, I wonder. Trends, I have never liked those things. Only under special circumstances will I listen to them. I rarely follow trends because I hate being like a everyone else. And don't be annoying and say that "'Everyone is different" because that's just shirking the thought that there is something terribly wrong here, because everyone wants to be like "these" people and "these" people are not exactly good role models. It really gets to be a pain, the same kind of pain as when you want to dance in the rain only it's not raining. I don't like sunshine; it's too bright, it hurts my eyes and I'm broke so I can't get any sunglasses. I love rain, and water, in general. Whenever my family goes to the pool, I stay underwater for as long as possible. And the pool is so nice after it rains. It's clear and c.ool and one of the best feelings in the world. I wonder sometimes what it wouldbe like to be a fish. Weather wouldn't bother you, most of the time. At least, I think so. I've never been a fish.
Anyways, enough with the weather. I'm done.
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Post by elberethvarda on Sept 13, 2004 21:05:52 GMT -5
Anyways.... we votin' anytime soon?
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Sept 14, 2004 14:49:40 GMT -5
No-o.. we only 'ave three entries! Nothing shall be done until lots more people send me essays...
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Post by elberethvarda on Oct 21, 2004 11:07:06 GMT -5
I should go make an alias and write another... *sigh*
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Post by Amarië on Oct 21, 2004 17:27:05 GMT -5
Yes, we should all write two.. then the number of essays would be slightly larger and we could vote!
or not.
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