Sunday, February 8, 2009
A short story in third person
Snorkle is making chocolate chip cookies...instead of studying. And then she will be eating the chocolate chip cookies...instead of studying. She will probably need a drink of water, after all the chocolate. And then she will eat a couple more cookies. After all this her stomach will be quite full of cookies and she will need to sit down and rest for a bit. She will have to do something relaxing while she rests, so that she won't bother her stomach and make it feel worse. She will gently move her homework aside and instead, pick up a light read. It will be 30 minutes of light reading and her stomach will feel better. But then she will remember that all the socks in her dresser are not in a color-friendly order. She will see how badly this makes her dresser drawer look and run to amend this problem. Then she will think about how her shoes have never really been organized properly. And by the time all of this is done, she will be hungry. She will have to make herself some dinner...instead of doing homework.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Here is a list of movies that make me cry...not necessarily because they are all sad, but because they stir something inside me.
Bridge to Terebithia
Martian Child
The Chronicles of Narnia
Lord of the Rings
Finding Neverland
The Incredibles
I know there are lots more, but I just can't think of them at the moment. As you can well imagine, I cry at the drop of a hat (especially snappy looking knitted ones.) I have the unfortunate habit of crying when I see someone else crying, whether they be standing beside me or inside the television screen. I also have tears form when I yawn, not all the time, but enough to make me fear that someone will think I am depressed because I have tears in my eyes. I don't know if my tear glands are especially productive or just out to get me. I didn't used to be this way. Back when I was a nice little child I could watch an extremely depressing movie and not get emotional at all. It seems I have lost that skill, and I am forever doomed to be "that girl who cried at the movie theater, even when it really wasn't that sad."
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