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impyAnd now for something completely different.
I finally fixed it so Kid Sister could read the various word files from the last couple of computers. Yay! And I found this story I started to write for a friend of mine in return for letting me preview her stuff. I slacked off, and alas, so did she. So... I give to you the stuff I still find amusing, either because tis intentionally genius or unintentionally hilarious. You decide?
To be honest, I have to admit I'm not the most responsible girl on the planet. I mean, I moved into a dorm so that I wouldn't have to do housework at home. Home, by the way, is a mere fifteen minutes away. I never clean my room, homework is something that teachers and professors merely suggest that you do, and my most meaningful relationships always end before we get entirely too serious.
Luckily, the dorm gods smiled on me when they gave me my roommate. Candace McKinney is the most responsible girl on the planet... or campus, at least. Any project she starts, she finishes within two weeks, or as soon thereafter as humanly possible. Her side of the room? Spotless. My side of the room? Spotless. Thanks, Candy!
Even Candace's boyfriend is responsible; he only gropes her when he thinks no one's looking.
"Come in," I called out, too lazy to actually get up and let them in.
The door opened and a fairly plain girl hesitantly peeked in. My gaze flickered to her to check for anything suspicious, like a gun or maybe a flame thrower. It could happen. Instead I saw brown hair, brown eyes, blue jeans. Nothing special.
"Can I help you?" I asked, fairly sure I had no idea who she was.
"Is Candace here?" she asked, glancing at Candace's perfectly made bed.
"Nope. Billy's probably. Oooh, vamps getting staked. Yay!"
"Huh?" She looked at me as if I was insane.
"I meant she's at Billy's place," I said, smiling sheepishly.
"Oh. Who's Billy?"
Zoom in on the strange girl in my room.
"This was the only place I was sure I wouldn't get kicked out of."
Renee glanced at the menu I'd given her. "Why do you say that?"
"My hair was blue at the time."
"You didn't tell me you and Renee were dating," Caleb said as he slid into the chair across from me.
"What?" I couldn't help yelping.
He flashed that blinding smile at me. "Shhh, we're in a library," he reminded me in a stage whisper.
"So I'll kill you quietly."
You may pick your eyeballs up off the floor and continue on.
I finally fixed it so Kid Sister could read the various word files from the last couple of computers. Yay! And I found this story I started to write for a friend of mine in return for letting me preview her stuff. I slacked off, and alas, so did she. So... I give to you the stuff I still find amusing, either because tis intentionally genius or unintentionally hilarious. You decide?
To be honest, I have to admit I'm not the most responsible girl on the planet. I mean, I moved into a dorm so that I wouldn't have to do housework at home. Home, by the way, is a mere fifteen minutes away. I never clean my room, homework is something that teachers and professors merely suggest that you do, and my most meaningful relationships always end before we get entirely too serious.
Luckily, the dorm gods smiled on me when they gave me my roommate. Candace McKinney is the most responsible girl on the planet... or campus, at least. Any project she starts, she finishes within two weeks, or as soon thereafter as humanly possible. Her side of the room? Spotless. My side of the room? Spotless. Thanks, Candy!
Even Candace's boyfriend is responsible; he only gropes her when he thinks no one's looking.
"Come in," I called out, too lazy to actually get up and let them in.
The door opened and a fairly plain girl hesitantly peeked in. My gaze flickered to her to check for anything suspicious, like a gun or maybe a flame thrower. It could happen. Instead I saw brown hair, brown eyes, blue jeans. Nothing special.
"Can I help you?" I asked, fairly sure I had no idea who she was.
"Is Candace here?" she asked, glancing at Candace's perfectly made bed.
"Nope. Billy's probably. Oooh, vamps getting staked. Yay!"
"Huh?" She looked at me as if I was insane.
"I meant she's at Billy's place," I said, smiling sheepishly.
"Oh. Who's Billy?"
Zoom in on the strange girl in my room.
"This was the only place I was sure I wouldn't get kicked out of."
Renee glanced at the menu I'd given her. "Why do you say that?"
"My hair was blue at the time."
"You didn't tell me you and Renee were dating," Caleb said as he slid into the chair across from me.
"What?" I couldn't help yelping.
He flashed that blinding smile at me. "Shhh, we're in a library," he reminded me in a stage whisper.
"So I'll kill you quietly."
You may pick your eyeballs up off the floor and continue on.