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Riley, member of "Don't Wait, Procrastinate Now!"
Yay! I stayed up a little longer and got:424 words!
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Hi! How are you? Anyways, I'm sort of behind...because of school...and people...and life. So, my goal for tonight is:200 words. (keeping my expectations low!)
Oh crap, thanks for reminding me! *going to write!*
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:D I'm happy! Anyways, I only got a few minutes till sleep time.*drum roll for the goal* A measly 200 words!
Going for 2000 words to make up for yesterday.
Tonight I want to get 1,000 because I'm going to have to study for a test.
Good idea Riley. I got to write more...-_-'
A story called 2 Miles North of Nowhere.(no idea where the title came from...just going to try to incorporate it in something.)
Shoot...what did I write?! Crap. Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone!(isn't it ironic? Saint Patrick wasn't even Irish. He was born in Wales.)
Uno momento por favor ninos...
1,271 words that night...
2nite, I'd like to get a total of: (drum roll please)
1,100 words!
I'm going to be posting a very long rant of my inner thoughts on here, then seeing what the word count is!
1143 words!WARNING! The following rant contains sexual references. It also contains severe insanity, and if you wish to keep yours, I'd reccommend going to someone's not-so-crazy cubicle. Thank you.
So I was watching TV today for a school assignment. Guess I should tell you about this particular school assignment.
Mrs. Betinger(Who is AWESOME!) assigned us a project to find violence in the media. We were supposed to watch a TV show, a video/DVD, or a Computer/Video game. For every thing violent that was said, we were supposed to put tally marks. For everything violent without a weapon we put tally marks, for everything violent done with a weapon we put tally marks. I watched "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" And whoa oh oh, there was a lot of violence. And I mean a lot.
Today was St. Patrick's Day, and to celebrate it Mrs. Olson gave us a test on the thirteen colonies. We had to know where they were, if they were New England, Middle, or Southern colonies, and I suck at geography so a girl in my class whom of which I'm pretty good friends with helped me out. We made up a rap.
"Take it from the top of the map!"
"Main, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut."
"Middle Colonies!"
"New York, Pennslyvania, New Jersey, Delaware!"(I always was forgetting Delaware, but that was the one Mariah remembered most)
"Take it down South!"
"Maryland, Virginia, The Carolinas, AND GEORGIA!"
I've decided to rant about Saint Patrick's day. What the heck is the point? I mean, kids are all, "OH YOU'RE NOT WEARING GREEN YOU'RE NOT WEARING GREEN!" And they pinch you without even noticing the grass stain on your jeans. So you show it to them, but they all go: "That doesn't count!"
"Uh, yeah it does. It's green, and I'm wearing it. Besides, green is the color of slime, snot, sick people, puke, and everything you're wearing. I don't want that on my body."
And then they're all, "YOU'RE WEIRD!"
"WELL DUH!"
"It's SAINT PATRICK'S DAY WEIRDO! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO WEAR GREEN!"
And then I go through a long extensive list of things St. Patrick never did.
He never freed Ireland from snakes.
He didn't drink.
He wasn't even Irish. He was born in Wales, idiots.
He never wore the color green.
He didn't compare a clover to the Holy Trinity.
But, because of stupid immature people we call children, I was pinched all day. So my friend Maria gave me a green wrist band that said "CTR," Mormon speak for be good or we'll kill you. (that's how I was raised!)
I got The Host from Maria today. Now I'm going to rant about pointless things.
My computer is so slow, it drives me absolutely mad.
Gah! Cable's out and we're not getting any picture. I'm experimenting with this thing and running out of time. Darby was Sybl in a play today. She's always got to be center stage or poor little mummy beats her. Lanie wore so much green today it made me sick.
Why do CDs always have rainbow sides? That makes them even more interesting to little kids, and it's your LAST one of George Michael. How am I supposed to live without his angel voice talking about fate as I imagine him in a leather jacket, dancing by a jukebox, not gay, in love with me. Ahhhh.
Excuse me, faith not fate. Gah, it just turned red on me. I was just remincieng or however you spell that stupid word. I only have 540 words, and only 15 mins left!
Lamps have light...speakers make sound....grapes are edible...I'm a real boy (courtesy of Nancy does Narnia!)...
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
You know what that means! *theme song plays in the background*
Time for "Criticism with Riley!"
Twilight is really good until you think about all the weird things Edward does, especially in the movie. Although I think Bella's partially to blame. *note to Bella: If a guy is in your bedroom in the middle of the night, watching you sleep, kissing him will only encourage this behavior.
Shoot, I'm not even close to meh word goal yet.
Uh....High School Musical sucks, but you probably already knew that...
Music started sucking as soon as I was born... the 80s were awesome.. The lead singer of Aerosmith has the lips of a monkey...but his daughter's gorgeous...
Jessie's Girl has the talent of getting stuck in your head and stuffed animals are fuzzy... telephones ring when someone is on the other line.
Story time!
Once upon a time, there was another stupid princess in another stupid fairy tale. She was dancing around singing about true love and urban legends like that, when this gay guy named George Michael swept in and started singing to her. She pushed him out her window.
"HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU BUT I ONLY LIKE STRAIGHT GUYS!" The snobby, shallow princess said.
A prince that was straight came in all of a sudden and started serenating her in the voice of Zac Efron. She fell in love with him instantly because she had no idea what real music sounded like.
He was walking around, wailing in the tone deaf way he does, when all of a sudden a dragon named Run DMC flew in and saved the princess with its incredibly awesome sound of Tricky. She finally knew what real music was and time traveled back to the 80s, when abortion was legal and no one cared. She got a job as a hippie in the Peas Corps, a corporation started by the less popular brother of they guy who started Peace Corps. She lived as a single woman, sleeping around with various guys, watching movies about people who humiliated themselves on live TV.
Then one day, she thought about the upcoming 90s, the birth of Grunge, and the death of good music. She remembered George Michael, whom she pushed out a window. Stupid stupid girl.
She traveled to the future again, and met Zac Efron. After discovering what real music sounds like, she pushed him out a window and lived single in a one bedroom apartment at the edge of town, fighting for rights of peas, watching reality tv (disgusting stuff) and making her life better. She, one day, found a husband who could cook. It was amazing. They debated about having children, but they decided it would ruin their sex life and they both had dreams and careers to pursue. The princess grew out her hair and watched TV while eating cheetoes, slowly growing fatter as their marriage deteriorated. One day her husband filed for divorce. She signed the papers while eating some doritoes (her doctor told her she needed to lose some weight) and then, found out, three months after she signed the papers that she was pregnant.
Well folks, tune in next time to find out what happens to this poor girl.
And thank you for taking a visit in Riley's brain. We know there are many brains you could visit, and we are honored you picked this half rotted, microscopic, weird and mushy mind.
( I didn't mean that RB!)
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Oh wow, I love that rant! ^^And I loved "WHo Framed Roger Rabbit"
That was a great movie :D
It is a great movie. Although Jessica Rabbit doesn't really have any big flaws, so that made me angry.I haven't written in a while. I'm angry at myself.
I'm going to do another rant today, so you can see what happens to the stupid princess. :D
Shoot. Fell asleep. Now I shall do 1600 words! FOR TODAY AND TOMORROW AND YESTERDAY TODAY! And I messed up again. FOR YESTERDAY A FEW WEEKS AGO TOMORROW AND TODAY!(that made lots of sense, didn't it?)
Welcome back to another episode of "ANOTHER STUPID princess in ANOTHER STUPID fairytale, ONLY THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT because she becomes a hippy and pushes the prince out a window" Fabulous title, is it not? Haha. Anyways: On the last episode of "ANOTHER STUPID princess in ANOTHER STUPID fairytale, ONLY THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT because she becomes a hippie and pushes the prince out a window", ASP(Another Stupid Princess) figured out she was pregnant soon after divorcing her husband. How will this affect her life? Well, let's find out. The young woman gripped her stomach with her hand like she'd eaten too much. "Oh dear." She muttered faintly, then sat down. "Oh dear oh dear oh dear." The fact was, she didn't know who the father was. And if it was her ex husband... She stood almost immediately, ran out of the room and to the bus stop. She waited for four hours in the cold Chicago air. ASP massaged her temples with her fingers. This was...difficult. She held her head in her hands for a moment. "Oh dear." She whispered again. "Oh dear." The bus stopped and an obese woman leered at her. She took another bite from her bag of chips, then held her stomach. This was awful. She sat down next to a hobo, hair standing up, and an African-American man holding a briefcase. "Hello." The man said kindly. ASP nodded once to him, and, with a thank you, sat between them. Finally the bus stopped by the pharmacy. She practically sprinted off the bus into the drug store. "Ahem." The worker said, eyes glaring. Asp smiled, trying to be kind. "Hello." "If you're looking for some Plan B, don't. That's idiotic. You're obviously pregnant. And don't get an abortion. That baby is a gift from God and some women can't even have children. Count your blessings, have the kid, keep it. You look well enough off." She said, nodding at Asp's dress, and her chips, which were made of caviar. "But I don't want a child." "Then put it up for adoption. Just have the baby. Don't kill it." "It's not killing, it's just a fetus." "It's a human being in that womb of yours, and it may become like its father." "No, I don't want it like that." They glared at each other for a moment. Finally Asp walked out, hands empty. What had she done? That stupid pharmisict. Gah, what was she to do?401 words. I have to take a break and listen to George Michael.
Brain did not work for a few days. We had an earthquake drill and meh brain froze, then it defrosted, and my mind was flooded for a while.50 words today, I got lots to do! I shall write meh 50 words here!:
Bunnies. If that word makes you squeal in delight, then you are a four year old. If it makes you shudder, you are smart. Bunnies are evil, as wise ones know, plotting your demise with the girl scouts and salesmen. Aliens are especially targeted by bunnies. Those evil buck teeth.
YAY!
Hey everyone. I'm doing some interior decorating on my cubicle. Thanks!
Note the desk, perfect for all my writing needs. And the bed is just gorgeous, for whenever I need a break. The rocking chair is the ideal place for brainstorming. But it seems too old fashioned, don't you think?
I do like this one, a nice writing desk and plenty of books. But, once again, a little bit of brightness would be nice.
oooh la la.So here, I eat.
Here is where I go where I need a break. I have a massage therapist and everything!
These are meh massage chairs, complete with relaxing aquarium.
It's awesome for brainstorming!
Time for a bit of fun!
Yay! (I bet you didn't know that these are the same offices that the employees at google have!)Now, time to write. Goal for today: 100 words. (busy busy!)
Nice pad Riley, gives a person space to think!
Go Riley Go! You're an awesome writer!
Here's some brownies!
Here's some brownies!
I love brownies! I shall eat them as I write! Thank you so much!Wow, it's been a long time. Wanted to let y'all know that I achieved meh goal, with 120 words, and tonight I've already written some, but I'll make a goal anyway.
*theme song*
300 words!
2day @ 8! #$^#(2=2)%^#%@#*!demented math problem. ^^
Goal=1,000
2day.
good bye.
I did no anything with a screen week this week. I'm at the end(so happy I lasted!)But I didn't write all week. Alas. But that particular day I got...one minute.
I kissed Dan. I don't know why, I just did.He looked at me with those eyes filled with tears, and a nose running with snot, and a mouth quivering.
So I leaned in, and I took his neck into my hands. His wrapped around my waist, and then we started...why am I describing the process of kissing to you? You should already know.
But when a chorus of "EW!"s sounded from the playground, we broke apart. Rose grinned at us, and I stood up to bash her hopes and tell her it was time to go home.
We had the usual troubles with "No I don't want to go home!" and "my friends are here" along with a couple "nothing to do at home!"
Eventually we wrestled her into the stroller.
I got home to the phone ringing. Dan took Rose to her room for an afternoon nap.
"Hello?"
"Hey." Mark.
"What the hell do you want?!" I said.
"I just wanted to apologize. And make you an offer."
Sounds like a deal with the devil.
"Apology not accepted. But what's the offer?"
"Well, I heard about your little tiff about custody with your grandparents...and I was thinking, maybe I could help your argument a little."
"How would you do that?" I won't deny it, I was interested. Something to help me keep Rose? I'd accept any offer if it did, even one from Mark.
Goal for tonight:
50 words. (half hour to bedtime, so...)