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Post by timartwonis on Jun 18, 2004 17:45:00 GMT -5
I think maybe she meant for us to write an essay aobut ourselves, like how teachers will say, "I want 600 words about the Reformation of the Catholic church."
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Post by Tyler on Jun 18, 2004 17:48:52 GMT -5
I think maybe she meant for us to write an essay aobut ourselves, like how teachers will say, "I want 600 words about the Reformation of the Catholic church." I know she wanted that, but it's not like we disobeyed her. It's just that we got a D on our "Describe Yourself In 500 Words Or Less" essay. ;D
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Post by Madamluna on Jun 18, 2004 17:54:11 GMT -5
I'm going to try my best to do this in exactly five hundred words, all culled from song lyrics in my playlist.
READYSETGO:
I'm strange, but not a stranger, just an ordinary girl burning down the house. I always memorize every single misery, and I seem to glorify everything inside of me. I don't want to finish my life in Acapulco; I'd rather be swinging like a triplet from Belleville. But I'm a space robot, and I am here to protect you, I am here to protect you from the terrible secret of space. I am A.I. girl only lives in your computer, o please, I want playing with you. The world changes; I don't know, I don't know why! I got love, I'm happy, I wanna be a little mermaid. But I've become something else, so...I've done some more research, and finally, I've found the answer! It's so simple, in fact, that it's my new philosophy. To love you, I have to put everything off. If you don't know where I am, search all over the room. In a drawer, in a box, in a shirt, under the bed...so will you take me out for a while? I'm a lucid dreamer.
Ugh, I didn't even break 200. And it sounds like I'm on heroin. Never mind...
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Post by Luigi on Jun 18, 2004 18:03:55 GMT -5
So? We were still obeying your directions, oh great J. J: *stares* C: C'mon, J, say it. It'll do you good. J: *stares* C: J, you've got to learn to say it! Come on! J: *stares* C: You can't always fight for your opinion to be made fact...come on. J: Tyler, You're-- C: Halfway there... J: You're right. C: Yay! You did it! Now, continue... J: I need to say more? C: Yees. J: *sigh* Fine. And I'm sorry I changed such a trivial matter into a debate. C: Yes, Tyler, and you get an A on your Description essay. J: B-. C: A
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Post by crystal on Jun 18, 2004 19:47:51 GMT -5
You people do know I said 500, not 5. 'K, fine then... paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid...is that 500 yet?! paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, paranoid, strange, peculiar, weird, abnormal, crazy, evil, smart, funny, kind, brunnette(sp? again), sleepy, bad speller, cold, hungry
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Post by Charles Vane on Jun 18, 2004 20:25:39 GMT -5
It's 320ish words. It's just a bunch a bunch of random thing about me strung together.. well just placed next to each other in sentences. blah.
I'm a 16 year old, girl, who is an extravagant dreamer and would be more than happy if it started raining right now and never ever stopped. Or maybe if I could just shrink to the size of something small and crawl inside my tv then I could waste my life away in a blanket of love stories and starry eyed flirtations. The definition of drama monkey is me. My feet are too big and my eyes are too small. I like my lips. When I accidently make something rhyme it sounds stupid but I can't read poetry if it doesn't rhyme. I hate most of my friends on most days but I'm too lazy to do anything about it. I'm afraid of everything. My biggest fear is forever. I lust after shoes and despise the sun. I don't see how people can like being outside. I wish my father would come home before ten. I don't hate him because I think it would be cliche. I don't like my mother but I realize I would be very unhappy without her. According to my cousins I am a princess who is waiting for my long lost aunt to come to Kansas, find me, and take me home to her palace where I'll be dressed up in pretty clothes and I'll never have to think about any of them, or anything else, again. The Disney fairytale princess I relate most to be would be Belle. I think fire is an illusion and would smoke if it wasn't so bad for my health. Oh I also wish my grandmother never died of loneliness and my grandpa never started smoking. I liked that the only person my grandpa was nice to was me. If I could be a mythological creature I would be a nymph. I wish Chloe would come back home. I will never get over Rory and Jess. I wish Ophelia would stand up for herself. I don't know what day it is.
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Post by MambaduMal on Jun 18, 2004 21:47:02 GMT -5
Luna and Pandora, those were soooo cool. Like, artsy soliloquy train-of-thought type things.
My life is full of things that I pretend happen, but actually don't. Impossible never means impossible, it just means a good, emphatic "improbable". Improbables can always be overcome if you keep trying enough times, you're bound to succeed eventually. I'm allergic to cliches, I can't bring myself to write them in a story of mine, even if it would work well. I've trashed whole songs just because one line was too much like a teeny-bopper ditty, and I've given up on whole novels because the first paragraph set a scene that I've heard a million times before in other places (or I'm just a procrastinator). I'm a pseudo-faux poser, I try too hard to be like myself, and sometimes even that doesn't work. I drop into depressions where I loathe the ground I walk on, so I try and run away... but somehow it always catches up to me. I would call these bouts "depression", but as I said, I'm allergic to cliches. I'm much too romantic for my own good, my eyelashes become heavy and dreamy after a cute guy even just smiles at me. I'm convinced my love means nothing, because there are plenty of other girls in the world, who are either more 'this' or less 'that' than I am, who probably have hopes and dreams and secret crushes like I do. I'm still hoping for Prince Charming to come through the door (denounce his throne, being Queen would get old after a while) and whisk me away into a world of giggling over margaritas and reciting Shakespeare at the top of our lungs in the middle of Main Street, then watching the sun set as we walk dizzy from amusement park ride to amusement park ride at the fair. I love spiders, snakes, and twirly lacy dresses. I hate baked beans and arrogance, though the two may seem very unrelated at first glance. Speaking of relations, I love my family (and friends, second family) more than anything in the world, and without them I'd probably jump off a building and just end it all. But since I'm surrounded by a family that loves me and friends that hopefully do, I'm not going to go building-jumping anytime soon. I should end this now, though everyone knows that an ending needs some kind of deep, profound statement to leave the reader with something to ponder once they get over their overwhelming catharsis (or overwhelming boredom, either way). So I shall end this monologue with this message: If you put your white underwear in the washing machine with your red sweater, your underwear will turn a lovely shade of pink. Thank you.
(Haha, I think that was 444 words...)
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Post by Charles Vane on Jun 18, 2004 22:53:43 GMT -5
Ahh Mamba, yours so beats mine. It's brilliant, and closest to 500 words.
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Post by Dark on Jun 19, 2004 0:16:34 GMT -5
How can I start? I should begin at the beginning, go on till the end: then stop. I was born on October 23, 1985. My first name is Sergio, and my stupid-must-have middle name is Enrique -and if I hear/read any of you saying/writing "Oh like Enrique Iglesias!!!" I swear I will track you down and kill you, I hate when people make do that. I have reached a point of my life when I get sick of almost everything around me. But eventually things work well and everything is fixed, just to sink deeper the next time. But I am like a cat; I always manage to land on my feet. I have to. Often I hate a lot of things -and I hate when that happens... I am a very difficult person to describe. I am glad I still have my imagination, the TV could not destroy it. I daydream a lot, at least 13 times a day. In fact I'm daydreaming while I'm typing this. Sometimes I imagine things that never might happen -I know... pathetic. My mind tortures me with real and flase thoughts and memories. I don't know which is worse. The only thing that keeps me sane is drawing, and lately writing. I am trying to keep a kind of journal where I can write things that happened through my life. But I'm scared of someone reading it. I've done awful thing in my life that I hope will die with me. I guess I am getting off topic so back to my description. I have a few friends, less than what I would like to admit. But the few friends I have are excellent friends and I am glad to have them. My family -if you can call it a "family"- is OK, I love them all, but I love some more than others. I get along in a better way with my mom than with my dad. And I am closer to my mom's family than to my dad's. My head is going blank right now so I better shut up... If I get inspired later I might post more.
BTW, Luna's, Pancake's and Mamba's are really really cool.
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Post by timartwonis on Jun 19, 2004 0:49:48 GMT -5
Here's mine. It's not gonna be good like the other ones becasue I'm not good at writing. Just the facts... My name is Charlotte Midori Camp. I was born on the 17th of December in 1990. I am 13 and a half years old as of yesterday. I reside in Belle Mead, New Jersey, approximately seven miles from Princeton. I love Princeton, it's probably my favorite place in the world aside from Las Cruces, New Mexico and Kaneohe, Oahu, Hawaii. My grandpa on my dad's side is from Arkansas and my grandma on my dad's side is form Iowa. My dad is from Kansas City, Missouri mainly but also several states. My ojih-chan on my mom's side is from some place on Oahu in Hawaii and my obah-chan is from some place on Kawai in Hawaii. My mom is from Long Island in New York. I have two dogs and a cat named Ella, Howie, and Stripy. When I was born I had a dog and a cat, Coco and Musetta. Coco died form being hit by a motorcycle and Musetta died of old age and overall body failure. I have two sisters named Victoria and Margaret. Victoria is 17 and Margaret is 15. I call Victoria Tory and Torzeez and Margaret Marg, Margie, and Margeroo. I love to read and we have so many overflowing bookcases in my house, that we have to have two rows of books per shelf. I used to play violin starting in 1st grade and ending in the summer between 6th and 7th grades when my mom decided that I didn't' practice enough. My favorite sport is field hockey and I have a STX rebel stick but I want a new one (the STX Composite 70/25) although I may not try out because rumor has it we need goggles this year and the goggles make it difficult to see so I'll probably end up doing cross country . I go to an all girls Catholic school (Sacred Heart to be exact) located in Princeton, New Jersey. There are only 550 something girls there and there are 45 in my grade as of 7th grade. During the year two girls were expelled. A freshman and a senior. The senior was expelled because she vandalized the dean of students' house and the freshman was expelled because not only did she send a threatening e-mail, but she sent it from her school e-mail address. As I said, there are no boys, but there is a boy's school that is part of the Sacred Heart Network just a few roads away and our schools do a lot of activities together, although we aren't able to take classes at their school and vice versa as you can do at many other affiliated schools. My best friends in my grade are Kate, Erin B., Abigail, Juliana, Shana, Laura, Erin M., Morgan, Stephanie, and Georgia my best friends in the grade below mine are Annie H. and Carrie, I don't like the grade above mine. I am currently reading Blue is for Nightmare and then I will read White is for Witch then Pure Dead Brilliant when Marg returns form the UK and then I will read Away Laughing on a Fast Camel. I went over by 22 words. Sorry. BTW, my neighbour, Rebecca named her graphing calculator Enrique because it has a "mole" on its screen from when it was poked by an unidentified object that was in her bag.
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Post by Dark on Jun 19, 2004 0:52:25 GMT -5
Oh like Enrique Iglesias?!!!? I love him [hangs head in shame]. Ewwwww! Shame on you swans! I won't kill you because I'll miss you... but if someone else does it...
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Post by timartwonis on Jun 19, 2004 1:01:23 GMT -5
did anyone read what I said aobut my neighbour's calculator?
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Post by Dark on Jun 19, 2004 1:02:37 GMT -5
DON'T TURN OUT THE LIGHTS LA LA LA LA LA. I'm going to go listen to his c.d. and think about you. And I will take that as an insult.
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Post by timartwonis on Jun 19, 2004 1:06:07 GMT -5
ther should be a Sergicca or Jessio love fic...
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Post by Dark on Jun 19, 2004 1:08:29 GMT -5
ther should be a Sergicca or Jessio love fic... Yes, someone should write a Sergicca fic... where's Mamba when you need her?
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