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Monday, June 16, 2008
Friday, December 28, 2007
wuppee
i think thats a good idea, but i don't think she should know that she has that "power?" it should be like subconscious, all she knows is that she gets feelings sometimes. that sort of thing
Sunday, December 23, 2007
an Idea.
okay, so do you like Alyssa?
i was thinking.
that.
she's actually a sort of a clairvoyant. but it's really dim.
like in Just Like Heaven,
that Neopolian Dynamite guy?
but, to go on, I think we should make this a sort of random story. But with REALLY dramatic things going on, so what if something happens to Seb or Trina, like for instance, one of them loses their spirit and only Seb or Trina can see it and Alyssa can feel it, (like Just Like Heaven) OR a cooler idea, they sort of fall into some sort of other world OR one of them acquires a stalker or something or I dunno, something with a touch of Drama.
:D
i was thinking.
that.
she's actually a sort of a clairvoyant. but it's really dim.
like in Just Like Heaven,
that Neopolian Dynamite guy?
but, to go on, I think we should make this a sort of random story. But with REALLY dramatic things going on, so what if something happens to Seb or Trina, like for instance, one of them loses their spirit and only Seb or Trina can see it and Alyssa can feel it, (like Just Like Heaven) OR a cooler idea, they sort of fall into some sort of other world OR one of them acquires a stalker or something or I dunno, something with a touch of Drama.
:D
yes, definitely Wistful Longing... hmm...
Alyssa turned from the coffee stand with a steaming cup, just in time to catch the eye of a fellow female, sitting all alone at a nearby table. She had an aura of Nervousness and Loneliness about her, if Alyssa said so herself. Perhaps a Tragic Past. Auras were always iffy. Never quite solid. She eyed the girl, wondering if her presence might soothe her a bit. Though Alyssa tried to say that she didn't have a "type," this girl was far from hers. Firstly, her clothes were obviously all polyester fibers, and that said a lot. But Alyssa firmly believes in neighborly love and world peace, and the girl looked lonely.
"Ciao," she said, smiling at the girl and pulling out a chair beside her. She sat down, crossed her stocking'ed ankles, and held the hot cup in her be-ringed fingers. At this range, her aura was betraying some definite signs of Uncertainty. Guilt? Perhaps Wistful Longing. "Waiting for someone?"
Alyssa was momentarily distracted by a boy who walked by, his aura glaring with Haughtiness. She turned back to the Lonely One, and sipped her coffee. Mm.
"Ciao," she said, smiling at the girl and pulling out a chair beside her. She sat down, crossed her stocking'ed ankles, and held the hot cup in her be-ringed fingers. At this range, her aura was betraying some definite signs of Uncertainty. Guilt? Perhaps Wistful Longing. "Waiting for someone?"
Alyssa was momentarily distracted by a boy who walked by, his aura glaring with Haughtiness. She turned back to the Lonely One, and sipped her coffee. Mm.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Katrina scowled at the swirling contents of her raspberry and lime steamer, it was to strong. The combination actually wasn't that bad... the lime was just a little to discernible... She sighed, Seb was supposed to be there. She glanced at the clock, glanced back at her cup and then the clock again. She felt as though maybe her constant attention to it might make the clock a little more encouraged to move faster. Technically Sebastian wasn't due to be there for thirty minutes, but Trina had wanted to make sure she would be late meeting him for the first time since his accident... His accident... She scowled, it sounded so dramatically corny, but honestly what else was she supposed to call it? The long painful experience caused by the crashing of one car into a pole to avoid another and in which Katrina does a flip and drives crazed all over the country trying to find him... Trina felt like she should be breathing hard after such a long winded monologue even if it was in her head.
Trina glanced around the bean trying to find something interesting to do...
Trina glanced around the bean trying to find something interesting to do...
peppermints & coffee
Her name was Alyssa, spelled whichever way you took a fancy to. Alyssa, Alissa, Alisa, Alysa, Alica, Allisa, whatever. Her birth certificate clearly stated: Alyssa Rachel Henser-Tweed. Again, just say it how you like, Hensertweed, Hencertweed, whatever float your boat. Whatever made you happy. For Alyssa, she always spelled it the way her birth certificate had been written. Something nostalgic about that, wasn't there? To write it the same way her long-lost mother had written it, yes very nostalgic.
And, although all of this is just as relevant to the character of Miss Alyssa Henser-Tweed as anything might be, we should really be getting on with this post. After you, dear.
Alyssa was looking in the mirror in the girls' bathroom at the Green Bean Coffee Cafe, cocking her head of blonde hair. She took a step closer and squinted. She laughed a silent, evil laugh, studying the way her face molded the expression. Very interesting. But wait, she simply had to get out of the deplorable loo. Alyssa hated bathrooms, really hated them. They were always dirty, unsanitary, and the amount of water a single toilet flushed each time someone pissed a few tablespoons was entirely atrocious. She gave the mirror one last sneer and left.
Today, Alyssa was wearing a short knitted dress made entirely from naturally dyed wool. She had knitted it herself and quite proud of the shapefitting, soft sexy dress that had come of it. Truth be told in my opinion, the dress did not qualify as "sexy" but more in the catagory of "very interesting and a little see-through, but not sexy." It was a little see-through, too, so she had thrown on a green and brown skirt she had made on her Mom's sewing machine, some striped tights and a pair of bright red converse shoes. Her hair, naturally white-blonde, was messily pulled into a very loose braid and tied with what looked to be a string from a sweatshirt. Little whisps of hair mussed around her head, making any perfectionist want to tie her up and comb it out.
She walked over to her table, where she had a jumble of books, papers, pens, a sock, two mugs, a glass of water and a opened and spilling bag of red & white peppermints. She sat down and immediately settled into the utter mess, feeling peaceful and happy. She pulled a peppermint out of the pile and unwrapped it, tossing the paper towards the back of the pile and popping the candy into her mouth. Okay, so where was her English Lit book? Ah, there it was... The dog-eared page was still dog-eared. Ah, good.
Her college homework was nasty, grueling, loathsome, unsavory, malevolent, even. Bleck! So before she got started on this next Assignment, which asked her to write a deplorable essay (with correct spelling) on the two main themes of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, she would simply have to get another coffee. Oh sigh.
And, although all of this is just as relevant to the character of Miss Alyssa Henser-Tweed as anything might be, we should really be getting on with this post. After you, dear.
Alyssa was looking in the mirror in the girls' bathroom at the Green Bean Coffee Cafe, cocking her head of blonde hair. She took a step closer and squinted. She laughed a silent, evil laugh, studying the way her face molded the expression. Very interesting. But wait, she simply had to get out of the deplorable loo. Alyssa hated bathrooms, really hated them. They were always dirty, unsanitary, and the amount of water a single toilet flushed each time someone pissed a few tablespoons was entirely atrocious. She gave the mirror one last sneer and left.
Today, Alyssa was wearing a short knitted dress made entirely from naturally dyed wool. She had knitted it herself and quite proud of the shapefitting, soft sexy dress that had come of it. Truth be told in my opinion, the dress did not qualify as "sexy" but more in the catagory of "very interesting and a little see-through, but not sexy." It was a little see-through, too, so she had thrown on a green and brown skirt she had made on her Mom's sewing machine, some striped tights and a pair of bright red converse shoes. Her hair, naturally white-blonde, was messily pulled into a very loose braid and tied with what looked to be a string from a sweatshirt. Little whisps of hair mussed around her head, making any perfectionist want to tie her up and comb it out.
She walked over to her table, where she had a jumble of books, papers, pens, a sock, two mugs, a glass of water and a opened and spilling bag of red & white peppermints. She sat down and immediately settled into the utter mess, feeling peaceful and happy. She pulled a peppermint out of the pile and unwrapped it, tossing the paper towards the back of the pile and popping the candy into her mouth. Okay, so where was her English Lit book? Ah, there it was... The dog-eared page was still dog-eared. Ah, good.
Her college homework was nasty, grueling, loathsome, unsavory, malevolent, even. Bleck! So before she got started on this next Assignment, which asked her to write a deplorable essay (with correct spelling) on the two main themes of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, she would simply have to get another coffee. Oh sigh.
Friday, November 16, 2007
I'm assuming this means your pissed with me and your not coming over today. I'm still going to call you and ask, but i have to wait another forty five minutes because its not ten o'clock yet and just maybe my phone call would wake your "very sick self up" or just maybe it would wake up your mother. *leaves*
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
maybe you did, and maybe i was really sick last night, and maybe you woke mom up too, and maybe i just plain don't like inconsiderate people, and maybe i don't feel like posting right now because i have homework and graphic work and movies to watch and god help me if i post just because poor little jordan wants me to.
just maybe.
just maybe.
Aw, did i wake the poor baby up? Doesn't matter much i'm coming home tomorrow anyway... welll i suppose i could call you before i get on the plane at eleven... Or four in the morning for you *snickers evily*
... WHY HAVEN'T YOU REPLIED YET!!! Seriously though could you reply before today is over i'd really like to have it to reply to on the plane *Sucks up* i bought you pretty things!
... WHY HAVEN'T YOU REPLIED YET!!! Seriously though could you reply before today is over i'd really like to have it to reply to on the plane *Sucks up* i bought you pretty things!
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