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Story: Murray Glastonburg by Author
*Note: I only continue with the story when I'm suffering
from a severe case of depression or anger so updates will be infrequent...sorry. Updated: 7-13
Story: Daddy's Good Little Girl by Author
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The purpose of life is to die. We are destined for it. Yet death is a part of life. But death is said to end life. And death also begins another life, the afterlife. So to live is to die, to die is to live. If I say, "The teacher will give not us homework" then I have just hexed myself and the teacher WILL give us homework. But because I just said she will, she will not. And because I just said that, I just rehexed myself, and we WILL get homework. Paradox once again. More to think about... Are the greatest knights of the Arthurian legend "great" because of certain qualities they share? Or perhaps their differences allow them to be the most unique knights of all time? I don’t know! Why the heck am I sitting here writing an English essay when there are TV shows to be watched, foods to eat, things to see, places to go, an empty bed in my room calling me to sleep all day? Will this essay be the pivotal moment in my life? Will it decide my fate? Will I die if I make don’t make this an 8 point paragraph??? *sigh* the harsh realities of life. Why must we endure them? This is not to say, "Hey go out and kill yourself instead of going to school!" What I am presenting to you is a reflection of your life. What do you value and will one grade matter in a sea of grades, experiences, accomplishments and failures? Will your life depend on this one thing, one essay, one measly little essay? I think not. So let us call to arms and rise up over the aggression! Stand together and fight for freedom! Run into the streets proclaiming our revelation of the meaning of life! Come! It is time for salvation! mORE.... I like ice cream....it is my favorite food...FINE!!! It's my favorite DESSERT!!! Geez! Have to get all technical.... What's my favorite food then? Well, it's non-spicy pasta--and I KNOW that IS a food... No I don't have a preference--why the heck do you have to know specifics?? Geez! I'll tell you what I think of you...I think you're INSANE!!! Why? Well, look at you; you're talking to yourself!?!? Don't you think that is a little ODD? (LOL!!) What's so funny? Make me mad?? Make me mad??? How DARE you annoy me until you make me mad! I'm never talking to you again! (LOL!!) What's so funny NOW? (Well, I'm you, and you shouldn't be talking to me in the first place since you're just talking to YOURSELF!) Oh shut up. [Reproduction of Extra Babbling & my stories' contents is prohibited. Mine. Mine. Mine. Thou shall not steal. Rights Reserved. All.]