“if only you could see”

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My head was pounding as I lay on the blue mat. All three inches of it meant a world of difference from excruciating pain, to this somewhat softer landing. There was a saying I heard once, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." I weigh 125, and damn. I might as well weigh 325.

"You must like the view," was the voice of the hand before my eyes. I smiled dryly as I took hold of it. I imagined I was floating for those few seconds my master lifted me to my feet.

"Let's try this again," he said as assumed the stance once more. I also heard that if you're left without one of you five senses, the other four are heightened. I assumed the same stance, then closed my eyes, and listened. I heard him breathing softly, and full of purpose. Then a sharp intake of air, the slight rustle of clothing; I opened my eyes. With less than a second to spare, I blocked and countered, bringing him to the ground. It was sloppy, but it happened. This time it was my hand offered, but he jumped quickly to his feet. Still he bowed before me.

"Progress is slow...but you surprised me. Go home, and we'll meet again, tomorrow."

I nodded my approval, then bowed back, before going to change. The entire time, I played that scene in my mind. I couldn't believe it worked, yet I wondered where I could make improvement. Don't close your eyes. Close your eyes, and wait for that breath, don't wait for him to move. Or maybe you're not made for this. But he told me to come back tomorrow, so it must be good for something.

With duffel bag in tow, I left the brick building to walk the short distance home. The sun was just beginning to set, my favorite time of day. I noticed a couple of bruises forming on my arms and wondered if I should wear a long sleeved shirt. People might think my boyfriend to be abusive. Maybe if they ask, I'll say yes just to get them going. My humor is strange like that. I shook my head at my shortcomings.

I unlocked the door to my small apartment room, and was greeted by the same off colored carpet, dull colored walls, and the red LED light that told me I had messages. I pressed the play button, then fell onto the couch. It was then I realized something funny: I don't even have a boyfriend.


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So I'm suffering from a pretty stupid headache. And it's making me feel slightly nauseous. I've had a headache like this twice before, and have thrown up because of them. Is that normal? I guess, maybe it's a migraine? But I don't think so...other than those two things. A bad thing about studying for my Calculus test is that I'm on a roll for the first three or four problems on my worksheet, then when I run into one that's difficult, I lose all motivation, I find other things to occupy my time. And then from there it's hell to get started again. So, I studied for one test. But not the other...I guess it's intimidating, but not as much as Calculus. The only reason why this one is bad is because I have to review/learn the concept. My teacher explains concept and goes over a single power point, and at the end she announces, "And I'm finished with this chapter," or, "That's pretty much the whole chapter, I'm through with it." Then gives us a lab or ten to demonstrate the chapter. This is one of the first labs I liked. We're playing with tuning forks, for lack of better words, and its pretty cool until the part where five groups have found a loudly resonating sound, you can't even hear your own, and you're getting more ear damage in one day than ten years. But I just complain too much. I'm still in the class, which was my choice, so yeah. I'll survive. Just as long as I can get over this damn headache.

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Have you ever stuck out your tongue before, blown a raspberry, and watched the computer screen? Now do this looking at your computer chair. It was weird, coming home, doing that, because I'd never done it before and the first time I did it I thought an electrical surge magically happened the same time. Also, it works better if you're standing away from the screen, and make it loud. Too soft and it barely ripples.

Un autre chose. Il y a des fois, quand je regarde a mon père, quand il fait quel que chose je peux faire pas de problème. Et dans mes bras, ou un, il y a des chills. Je ne peux pas expliquer ca. Est-ce que je suis très, ou trop, sensitive vers douleur? C'est étrange.

School was not so bad today. I have two tests tomorrow, and I really need to study for them. An update on how that goes later...

"Nicholas Gurewitch is putting the Perry Bible Fellowship into retirement.

He's the best at what he does, so it's sad to see him hang up his cartooning cleats."

I read this after reading another webcomic, Three Panel Soul (it's on my side links) and this is so sad...He had really good comics and his art syle had a great range from typical cartoony to really detailed stuff, and yeah. So this is sad :/

She made her way down the stairwell as she always had. Taking her time but not too slow either. She kept a small bag at her side. Her dark brown hair bounced with each step down, her ears filled with the buzzing of an unknown language. All around her, they spoke to one another and the words they said made no particular sense. But still she smiled and kept to herself.


Under a covered walkway, he rushed, book in his left hand, the right staying at its side. He was one fish swimming against one thousand. He cared not that he was going solo at this. Several times he bumped shoulders, but he knew better than to expect an apology. Besides, he didn't want to be late.


She opened the metal door and a beam of sunlight greeted her. She rounded the corner to be completely bathed in it. Still the whispers of the bees followed her, surrounded her, almost drowning out her out thoughts. But she wasn't afraid. Because she wouldn't let them get to her.


Finally he broke free from the opposing current, and set foot into the vast courtyard. He stepped onto the brick wall so that he could see above everyone. He brought his right hand to his forehead; the sun was too harsh. In the distance he spotted something. Surrounded by all the rest, he could barely make out her face. But there she was, smiling, as she usually did. Could she see him?


She looked down at her wrist, the watch read slightly past one. She looked back up to notice a figure standing above the rest. And he was staring right at her, or at least, hoping it was her. She noticed the book in his left hand, for he always carried something to read. Her lips moved, but no discernible sound came out.

He squinted his eyes, still unsure of the person. "Can you make it?" He heard from atop the side wall. And he recognized her voice. He nodded, then jumped down from the wall. He began the ritual again of pushing through the masses that would move not for him. And eventually he made it to her, and her smile grew.

She hugged him, though he still kept his arms at his side, and they left together. The buzz still filled her ears, louder now, as if they didn't want her to leave. But she would never stay here, as long as he was still there to take her away from this place.

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This part is mostly about me complaining, so you know, you can skip it if you like.

So today, me and my brothers and sister have to meet with my mom today. Usually that's a good thing, but today it's not. Something happened the other day between my brother (Caleb) and my dad. He has no respect for my dad in the sense that you should listen to your parents. He stays home a lot even though most of the time he's not sick. So my dad told my brother he shouldn't stay on the computer past midnight, because that's what my father believes is the reason why my brother doesn't go to school: because he's too tired. And my brother said to him, "I don't have to listen to you." So, my dad feels if my brother is not going to respect him, or listen to him, he should'nt live here. "So far as I'm concerned, he doesn't need to be here." And another big thing came up in that argument (I was not here for it, I was at work.) was the house, and how not-clean it is. And my mom saw the house, and she told my brother well maybe dad's calling him lazy because look at the house and my brother said "I'm the only one who does anything." Which is true and yet not true, because my other brother (Alex) and myself wash dishes. Caleb usually picks up the living room and cleans off the counter sometimes. I usually do laundry, and my sister does nothing. She's cleaned the house by herself once before, and that was when my father got out of the hospital. Anytime she comes home she says, "Someone needs to take out the trash, someone needs to feed the dogs, someone needs to do this or that," and I understand why she feels she shouldn't do it, but Alex and I wash dishes we've made along with whatever else is in the sink. I wash not only my clothes but everyone's clothes, but usually not Dianna's. Sometimes she'll ask us to put her clothes in the dryer for her. Sure whatever. But if she thinks all she needs to do is wash her own dishes, wash her own clothes? I wash my own clothes, along with theirs. So Dianna and I decided we needed to get the house cleaned. Adam cleaned the living room which was really good of him. I cleaned the bathroom, and Dianna cleaned her room. I still need to mop the living room and kitchen, and it's also my duty to clean the laundry room. There's four/five of us in this house, we can certainly split up the work. But oh well. If I sit here and complain about people not helping, it's still not gonna get cleaned.

....It made a lot of sense, I knew the basics so why did I still go to school? Because I need a life. Without school, there is no guarantee for a life. In fact, you're almost guaranteed to NOT have a life. Who will marry you? How will you support the family you now have?

You don't go to school just to learn, you go to develop yourself. At first I thought about the first part of this. You don't only go to school to learn. And I thought, why else? And that's when I realized that more comes into play here. In kindergarten, there are other kids running around and how do you interact? To one of them you say, "Can I borrow your 'A' tracing?" because you forgot yours. And you graciously give them your glue stick because they ate theirs as a snack. And you've just gained a friendship skill invaluable to your being. That A tracing soon becomes your Algebra homework from the night before, and a few pointers on what you've done in that class for the day. A few exchanged notes, and this friendship can bring others. You probably don't have the same friends from when you were younger, your views change, and that's okay. But maybe you're lucky and that girl from the softball park is still around. And so you conquer middle school with your best friend, and a lemon to keep you thinking. Then comes high school. These four years of your life will fly by, and you'll still be saying "remember last year when...?" but that was actually eighth grade? Friends will come, and some will go, but hopefully a select few stay by your side through thick and thin. And let you use their bonus work for world geography.

I've learned more than just slope-intercepts, the five themes of Afghanistan, and slant rhymes. I learned to maintain a relationship with a best friend, a lover, a teacher. I've learned skills that will no doubt become of good use to me in the not so far away future. And I'm pretty sure my life will, while it may or may not be what I invision, but it will amount to something. And where will you be? With your boyfriend who doesn't want a job; your kid that needs new clothes, and a mother who, with all of her best efforts, tried to raise you best as possible, but you wouldn't listen because you never learned how.

so today was pretty much a GOOD day. I got help from friends. Went out with Adam for dinner and movie. Bought a kick ass-shirt and prom shoes (which I will need to learn to walk in before the time comes, because DAMN they are heels.) And that's what made today such a good day. I don't know, I feel pretty emphatic about this day, like what a great way to start the week? And so I have work tomorrow and pretty much every day this week after school but WHO CARES because I don't have to work the weekend (most likely because Shanna needs the monies and that's okay with me.)

I went to Radioshack and talked to the manager and he told me to bring in my camera so he can help me with potentially bringing photography back to life (for those not clued in, I'm pretty sure I accidentally threw away my charger. yeah.) So that's pretty awesome. For the check list on prom I have: my shoes. I'm pretty sure I want to get my hair curled for that, because I saw Trang on twirp night and her hair was PRETTY cute. So yeah. And I'm either getting a red or white or black dress because my shoes are black, and too cute.

I also went to the bank and the lady is like, "You don't need to close your account (because it's under my mom's name and I thought to get a debit card I would need to open my own account but NOT SO.), you can just keep it under your mom's name." So that's also pretty awesome, I'll probably be getting my debit card within the next week or so depending on snail mail. Which is actually pretty fast sometimes. I am hoping that this will help me be more cautious and conscience of my money because I spend that stuff fast. So here's to me and building better saving skillz.

ANOTHER thing I need to get my ACT score sent to ULL because apparently I wasn't so smart sophomore year and either didn't write down my school's code or messed it up so it never got sent to Barbe, isn't that wonderful? SO that's like eight to fifteen dollars, depending on urgency. But I'm pretty excited about all of these future event, and the present is looking pretty good too.

This is all "just-so-you-know" stuff. I need to write something like a story, or continuation of one so I need to pause a minute and...get my quadrile that I stole from my Chemistry class. (:

__________"Common Pleasures."_______________


It was early morning but she wouldn't have known it if it weren't for the alarm clock on the side table; the white room had no windows. The lights were kept dim so she could sleep, but also so she wouldn't be in total darkness. On a hook secured to the wall was a change of clothes. A simple dress similar to the one she wore. It was cream colored with a pink ribbon to tie back. She scanned the room; were they watching her? It wasn't likely, but it wasn't as if her current situation were normal either. She got out of bed and dressed quickly. Below where the dress was hanging were a pair of black slip on shoes. She was surprised to find they fit her perfectly. With her right hand, she touched the wall, feeling the grain with her fingertips. It was rather smooth, but it still had its imperfections. She sighed as she walked back to the bed. When would the day begin? She woke up rather early, but she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Or maybe, she was free to leave as she pleased? As long it was inside this...place. She walked to the door and gripped the knob. Turning it, she found no resistance; she had to admit to herself she thought it would have been locked. The hall didn't have anymore light than her room. Was anyone else beside herself awake? She wondered when the robot's day began, she remembered that yesterday he had a "late" start. She remembered the conference room she was dragged into not a day ago. She shuffled her feet as she moved forward, remembering each turn; she would not soon forget. When she made it to the doorway, she finally looked up to see the Director. She gasped in surprise, then took a step back.

"I'm sorry...I didn't see you there."

He smiled just as he had the day before. "Not many people do. Come sit with me. I've got some tea." He didn't wait to see if she would accept, he just turned and sat at the table. She noticed three cups, but it was only her and Director. Before she could sit, he had already poured a cup for her and himself. He left the third empty.

"Do you always wake so early? Or maybe you're having trouble sleeping."

She was blowing on the tea, attempting to cool it enough for at least one sip.

"I..I guess I'm a little nervous, that's all." She brought the cup to her lips, but only succeeded in burning her tongue.

"Naturally. While I was still in the process of making him, I couldn't sleep a wink. I followed the research of several scientists before I finally made a prototype as refined as he is."

"A..prototype? Do you plan to make more than one? Or, will he be the only one?"

"Oh no, of course not. It took a large portion of our funds just to make him. Like you said, he will the only one. How did you like visiting with him yesterday? I find him to be delightful company."

"Well, that's just it. He's very partial to you. He seemed upset when he couldn't walk in the garden but..I think what most upset him was that had we been able to, he wouldn't have enjoyed it as much because you weren't there."

"Yes. He's silly about that. I'm the only person that's ever worked on him. I suppose he has grown fond of me. But I hope the same will happen with you."

"Why me?"

"Well, if you don't want to, that's fine. It really doesn't have to be you. It could be anyone in this building. But you'll be with him the most, so you were the most reasonable candidate."

"Oh. I'm not really bothered by it, I was just curious." She took another sip of her tea. This time it didn't burn her tongue. It was soothing, but still she doubted she'd be able to go back to sleep.

"How do you like the tea?"

She fumbled to set the cup down. "It's good," she said, nodding.

"That's good. Actually, he made this. I woke him up a little bit earlier today to make up for yesterday's late start," the Director said with a wink. "It was funny though, the first thing he asked was if it was raining."

She looked back down at the cup. She wondered about the robot, on a more technical level, what he was made of, how he was maintained, and the like.

"How does he keep...clean?" She remembered how his outer appearance was much like skin.

"His skin, if you will, is made of a synthetic material that is easily cleaned with ethanol. His hair is also easy to maintain, and easy to replace if he so desires."

"Can he eat? I noticed he turned out with the microchip inserted, but is there anything else?"

"He loves food. He can eat just as well as you or I can, but it's purely for image. There are two glass tubes inside of him filled with a very specific chemicals. The first is enough to dissolve whatever he eats, and the second converts the dissolved material into a usable fuel throughout his day. Luckily, he doesn't have a preference for foods, so he enjoys anything he eats."

"That's really interesting. Is it necessary to make him that much like us? I was wondering...why? I know there are several kinds of robots in our society but..why are you trying to make a common bond between us? Do you think it's possible they could over power us?"

"These are common fears. And it is possible: if we create them to be just like us, they will want power as well. But from there, I believe that majority rules. And last time I heard you and I alone outnumber him. I do not feel that could ever be a problem."

She stared at the tea in her cup make swirls as he explained everything. The robot made this tea?

"Where is he now?"

"He's in the kitchen making breakfast. Why don't you join us?"

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From above, the sun shone brightly, and the light reflected off the glass of her watch. It was a gift from the Director. She was outside, walking next to the robot who held several jasmine flowers in his cupped hands. They headed for a stone bench that looked directly at a fountain in the middle of the garden.

"Smell them," he said to her, as he brought his hands towards her face. She leaned forward and inhaled deeply. The smell reminded her of a candy she used to eat when she was younger.

"It smells really nice," she said with a smile. He nodded and she remembered a question she wanted to ask.

"Why do you like the garden so much?"

He looked at her face, studying her eyes, and she felt as if he could see right through her. She watched as he seperated his hands, and the flowers drifted to the ground.

"Do you think that because I'm not like you, I can't enjoy a walk in the park? That because you're human, I can't possibly appreciate the sun that warms your skin? I feel it too. And maybe I shouldn't delight in the way these flowers smell, or their color. But it's okay because I understand more than you do. You don't fully know what I am, and that's okay." He stood after this and walked back towards the entrance. They only made it halfway through the garden, and she was sure she ruined the rest of it for him. She sighed, glaring at the jasmine limp on the cobblestones, and simply listened as the water splashed on the concrete surface of the fountain.

So it's been a while good friend. About half a week. But I hope you're not lonely. But I would be if I were you. A lot has happened in these past two days. A lot of not-good. And I don't know what to do about it. How can things be made better? What should I do to get things going on the right path. Today really had nothing to do with me but conflict, it just makes me think more about mine. I suppose a few people come to me with there problems, but I have the hardest time going to others with mine. But I talked to a couple of people. I hope I'm getting everything to them. I hope that this isn't beyond repair. Usually I don't really go to anyone but...it was a lot to handle, too much for myself.

I don't know though. Other people have it worse. My problem is really nothing compared to most I suppose, but, come on...give me a break...if you trust me, then what's the problem? Nothing's going to happen. It takes two to tango, and an invisible partner just doesn't cut it. So stop worrying. If you really feel like there's someone better for me, then why am I still with you? It's because I love /you/.

The story is coming along but slower than the first half did but some more will be up soon. I know I've disappointed all of my three fans. But what can I say. This brain ain't as sharp as it used to be.

So this is something I've been working on for the past day or so, and it's kind of....long. It's probably the longest thing I've ever written short of the story with the boy and the swing. Not sure where it's headed, but I know the main focus of the story, and hopefully with each new entry you'll be able to see what it is (this is assuming that I'm writing it well enough..).

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The surrounding walls were white, and along with them, the bed in the center of the room had white sheets and a white blanket. Laying on top of this, offering the only visual relief was a girl with raven hair and narrow, gray eyes. She was on her back, staring at the ceiling fan, watching as the blades sliced at the same portion of air as they turned. She figured she was here for a few hours, or maybe a day. She could remember walking home last night after picking up a few parts from the corner store. She had ambitious plans to finish a project long forgotten. But those plans were out the window now; she had no clue where she was.

The room was silent except for the sound of her own breathing, and the repetitive tocking of the small alarm clock sitting on the side table. With one hand in her dress pocket, she fiddled with the parts still in it. Why am I here?she wondered. It didn't make any sense why she was taken. What could they want to do with her? She inhaled deeply, then rolled onto her stomach. She set her eyes onto the clock, watching the second hand as it moved millimeters at a time. She did this for another slow-coming hour, then the alarm suddenly started to ring. She nearly jumped out of her skin, having not heard a sound nor expected one anytime soon. As soon as the alarm shut off, two men in white lab coats came in. She sat up at their arrival, and they stood as still as wax models.

"Why am I here?" she half screamed.

Without another word, the two men proceeded to the bed, grabbing each of her arms and taking her out of the white room. Struggling was useless, so she decided to make their work more difficult. She relaxed her body, forcing them to support all of her weight, but they showed no sign of any anger. From the hall they entered a spacious laboratory, and she marveled at all the technology that surrounded them. She had almost forgotten it was a bad thing that she'd been captured. They brought her into the lab, and finally set her down in a steel chair that was cold against her skin. In front of her stood a very ancient man; she assumed he was their director.

"Do you like my lab? I designed it myself." For an old man, she found him to be very lively. His feet fell lightly, almost as if he wasn't revealing his true age.

"You're probably wondering why you're here. For all intents and purposes, that will be kept secret. But do not worry. We have no intentions to harm you in any way. We only need your brain. You see, you have demonstrated capabilities that far surpass many of the scientists in this very establishment. And I was afraid you would decline had we asked for your assistance."

"Do you know what this is?" From the breast pocket of his coat he pulled out a simple microchip. But the microchip was anything but simple. Written onto it was the basis of a processing unit for a very sophisticated type of robot. It had taken years to fit all of the information on a conveniently sized chip. It was in fact, the kind of robot she was working on. She simply nodded.

"I figured as much. We too are building robot of very specific human capabilities. But there are a few small things we haven't been able to work out, and we need your assistance. We'll be more than happy to accommodate your needs accordingly. Do you...agree to this?"

A moment of silent passed before she parted her lips to speak.

"Do you promise to just let me leave when it's all finished?"

"Of course. Your work will be invaluable to us."

"Then...I really have no choice do I?" She swallowed all her worries to allow herself to say those words.

"Good. You'll be happy you helped us. And maybe we can help you, too." He smiled warmly. That was when she noticed how stark his eyes were, an icy blue color that seemed to match very well with his silver hair. He seemed trustworthy enough, if that even made sense to believe.

"Follow me." He headed out of the conference area and down a narrow hall. He entered a room on the left side and she was hesitant to follow. When she finally walked in, she noticed this room was white too, and empty except for the presence of the Director. The Director and...what appeared to be a person sleeping in a chair. But she found it impossible for any human to find sleeping in a chair comfortable. Was it..?

"Is he....?" She stared at him in quiet awe. Everything about him was perfect. His unkempt hair, fairly tan skin. He wore a white shirt and a pair of jeans. He wore no shoes.

"I can turn him on if you'd like. However, he doesn't have a name, yet." She nodded enthusiastically. The Director stepped behind the robot and took the microchip from his pocket and inserted it into the back of his neck. A faint whirring could be heard as the information synced with the robot. Within a matter of seconds he was completely uploaded and proceeded to "wake up."

He sat up slowly, rubbing at his eyes as he did so.

"Is it morning?" The Director smiled as the girl watched him so intently she hardly blinked.

"Actually, it's already noon. We let you sleep in today because you have a new friend. Her name is....well, she's going to be spending some time with you for the next few days." He patted the robot reassuringly as he took a look at his new "friend."

"Just press the call button if you need anything." The Director headed out of the room, and shut the door behind him. The robot blinked at this then averted his attention to the girl.

"My friend?" His voice filled the room, and it sounded completely natural. His mannerisms, his expressions. So what could there be she needed to fix?

"Um...yes. Just like the Director." Did he even know what the word friend meant?

"No. He is my teacher. He said you were my friend." Right. He seemed to grasp the concept of what has been said to him. She supposed she would simply have to figure out what needed to be fixed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She looked down at the table, at her two hands. She still found it hard to believe she could do anything to improve him.

"What do you normally do here?"

"Well..I walk with the Director in the garden. There's a cat outside and I like to pet it. It's really soft." He had repeated routines, and he could distinguish between different textures.

"There's a garden here? Are there any flowers outside?"

"Lots. But they're all the same. Yellow jasmine. It makes it smell really sweet when we walk out there." His sense receptors were fairly advanced. He could properly distinguish between new and familiar sights, remember names, and properly identify a scent. He could properly recognize familiar sounds and relate them to their sources.

"I like jasmine, but I don't have the patience to grow it."

"No patience? Then why are you here?" Silence. Well, she did have patience, just not for flowers. He knew that it would be frustrating work to improve anything. She supposed he was right though. He stood from his spot then headed for the door. He was almost out when he turned around.

"I'm sorry. I have to go for my walk." Then he left the room without another word. She was shocked that he left her so suddenly but she figured she needed to follow him. Plus, she wanted to see the garden. As she made it out the room, she saw him rounding the corner. She ran to catch up with him and he seemed surprised to see her.

"Are you going to walk with me today?"

"Well, I think the Director might be busy. Besides, wouldn't you like to take a walk with your friend?" He stopped in mid stride to take a look at her.

"I guess." He spoke so casually. She was a little surprised at his response, but he had no reason to respect her. She decided to follow him anyways. He seemed a little set in his ways, too, but he would learn to adjust. She followed behind him the rest of the way, but he never once looked back to check on her. When they finally reached the end of the hall, he turned around.

"We're here now." Before them was a door, which he opened to reveal a beautifully grown garden. He was right, it was full of jasmine. Unfortunately, the rain was there to ruin their plans.

"Oh..." he sighed, and she noticed a bit of sadness.

"Well, what do you do when it rains?" Walking in the garden must have been what he looked forward to most. This was probably why he would much rather the Director to be with him.

"Well, I can go to my lessons now."

"Lessons for what?"

"Piano...but I'm not very good at it."

"That's okay. I can't play at all, so I'm sure you're great." He merely shrugged at her comment. He closed the door then turned to head back up the hallway. He looked back this time to see if she would follow, and she did.

"Can you play any songs yet?"

"I just started this week. But I can play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

"That's amazing..." She wondered what his capacity for learning was; what lessons they would teach him. She ultimately wondered about his purpose. Did he even know his purpose? Why was he built? Merely for the advancement of technology? Or is there some ulterior motive to his existence? She couldn't determine what one could be, but she knew it had to be something. Or else they wouldn't have wasted the time and effort it must have taken to create something so...flawless. For the rest of the day she would follow him around, take note of his daily activity, and the ways his accomplished everything. She watched as the Director turned him off, led her back to the white room, and she settled in for the first night of her unknown duties.

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today was a good day. (:

Endurance is key. No matter how bad your lungs are burning, or if you feel your legs will fall off, endurance is key. But pace yourself above everything. You'll lose all your stamina if you rush into it, you'll burn out before it's even halfway finished. Eat your starches. Drink plenty of water. If you'll do all of these things, I know you'll be fine.

It was the same chant over and over again. I heard it at least ten times, and I'm pretty sure I could recite it if I wanted to. But I don't. It was a good talk, but I need something to calm my nerves, I already know how a race works. Pace yourself and win. That's it. But, my stomach is pretty much butterflies right now. There's an hour before the race, and I'm out here. The sun is already warming my skin, I know it's going to be a long ride. There are so many other people out here. I don't know any of them, save a few of the participants. We always ride together. Sometimes they win, I've only won once, but ever since then...

I stretch my legs; there's only ten minutes before the race begins. I could throw up if I wanted to. All I know is that at the end of this, I hope I see his face at the finish line. He has been to every race of mine and I don't even know his name. I'm pretty sure he's not here for me, but I like to pretend. However, I've never seen him gone to congratulate anyone at all, so I'm really not even sure that he is here for someone else. All I know is that it gives me comfort to see him there, possibly smiling at me, as I cross the finish line.

One minute left. I pull my hair into a ponytail, everyone mounts their bikes in one fluid motion, we're ready to go. the crowd is chanting the final seconds, and as we hear the horn, we take off. One hundred plus bodies racing for the same goal I am. But they don't have him to silently cheer them on, to smile as they cross the finish line. With each pace building pedal, my anxiety disappeared, and I maintained the lead with the same group I always raced with. Two other girls and three guys. So we often went out together, three and three. They were nice guys, but none of them really interested me. No doubt we had fun together after the races like eating out, doing karaoke, amusement parks. We always had fun.

I trained for six months for this race. We all did. We've all placed first in one race or another. The two other girls were decent with long distance riding, but they would never make first place. The guys on the other hand could pace themselves very well, and it was usually a challenge to keep up with them, but this time I managed, and they were proud of me.

My mind was swarming with thoughts and daydreams that I hadn't realized how close I was to the finish. A few hundred feet away, with no one but the three guys around me. The guys were busy talking and joking, too proud to pay attention until they realized I was ahead of them. I grew nervous again as I could hear them getting closer; but I was still closer to the finish line. I pedaled as hard as I possibly could, and before I knew it, the crowd around me cheered loudly. I couldn't believe it. It was such a long time ago when I won first place, and I was so sure it would never happen again. Two of the three guys took second and third.

We all came to a stop and hugged each other. I smiled at their praise, too shocked for words. Then I remembered who brought me here. I scanned the crowds for his face, I was afraid he might not be here. Then when someone left the crowd, I could see his face. He was smiling at me again, and I wondered if he knew I was the one who got first place. I waved at him, and he waved back. I motioned for him to come near, but instead he turned away and started to leave the crowd. I felt so desperate at that moment, I told my friends I'd be right back and I ventured into the crowd. With ample pushing and shoving, I finally made it out, and there he was, standing right outside the crowd. He must have known I would chase after him. But now that I was here, I didn't know what to say. So I hugged him. He was slightly taller than me, snd he wore nice cologne. He told me he'd been to each one of my races, but he didn't know this was the second time I'd gotten first place. He was too nervous to ever meet me, and said I seemed hard to approach with those three guys always being around. He worked as a chef at one of the restaurants we frequented. But now that we finally met, and exchanged numbers, he promised to keep in touch. We went our seperate ways, and at the end of it all, I still forgot to ask his name.

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Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random things, facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment ("You're It") and to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you. Since you can't tag me back, let me know when you've posted your blog so I can see your answers!

Number one: I can speak three languages, english, french, and potlish.

Two: I'm highly interested in the brain. What makes what work, and why. Maybe I'll invent a robot with sophisticated behaviors.

Three: I have a phobia of needles of the medical variety. I hate getting shots.

Four: I write stories in such a way that it is presented the way I view the world, and some small, seemingly common place. Two people conversing at a table. Strangers walking outside of a restaurant. Or even a quiet drive some night.

Five: I wish college was just to further my education and not necessarily set the rest of my future in stone.

Six: I like tulips. Just so you know. Or really, any flower.

Seven: Des fois, je dis les choses en francais, mais tous le monde parle en englais.

Eight: Naps are the best and worst things ever.

Nine: I like doing little kid things. Hide and seek, swinging, you know.

Ten: None of these other facts/random deals have been anything of significance. And this one probably isn't either, but, oh well. I've been told that I'm a fairly trustworthy person, or that I'm easy to approach when someone has a problem. I'm sure my friends are all people I can trust, but I have a hard time confiding in anyone. It seems a lot easier to just pretty much keep it to myself, and I really don't mind. And usually when it gets hard to handle, someone comes just in time to relieve some of that pressure. But my problems are never really serious, and usually fix themselves with time.

So, I was tagged by Kaylyn and she already tagged ALL the people I would have tagged. I need to know more people. D:

so....Today was a pretty okay day. Chemistry lab works now. Pretty much aced the problems test in Physics (and hopefully understood the concept enough to do well there). Did some 'Calculus'. So it was a pretty okay day. Tomorrow is Friday, which makes everything much better, found out that the day we come back from spring break I'm only in school for that Monday and Tuesday, then I'm gone for the rest of the week for math state. That's the best thing of all. (: However, one bad thing: prom is that Saturday, and I need a dress.

In english today, I was writing what would soon become today's blog post. I've been thinking about how lately they've only been some stories, and I was wondering why Ihaven't written anything /personal/ like the day's events. And I figured, well that's because my day wasn't interesting enough, or maybe because those who are reading pretty much know what I did that day anyways. But...today was pretty nice. The wind was blowing, so it was pretty chilly, but then the sun was shining so brightly. It felt really nice to stand in the sunlight. I told someone I wish I could fall asleep in the window sill, like a cat. I think that would be so incredibly relaxing. Then today in Chemistry, or rather, the rest of the week, we'll be doing labs. The labs we have in Chemistry are never too terribly exciting. And, neither is this one. Except for one thing: making crystals. I'm so excited for that! It's like have sugar dissolved in water and putting a string in it and letting it dissolve so crystals develop on the string. Another lab we did earlier in the year, we melted some solid and then held it to the light until it crystallized. That always fascinates me. Why does it crystallize? It wasn't in that formation when we started off. And then, there's probably some explanation for it that I should know, had I paid better attention.

Speaking of having paid things, I finished my ULL application and have it paid. I need to finish a financial aid application, get my ACT scores sent to ULL, fill out some TOPs application, do this, do that, just so much to do. But I've gotten the biggest thing finished. Now it's just waiting in the mail. Waiting....but it's only an hour away so maybe it shouldn't take so long. I hope to major in something like Neuroscience, or Cognitive Science. But let's hope I can find a good career with a degree as such.

Look at me, saying that I didn't know what to talk about.

The noises all around were familiar, comforting. A light, jazzy song filled the area as people sat at tables, discussing, revealing a little of bit of themselves to the ones across from them. The place was dim, as it usually was, and on each table was a flowery centerpiece. At a table not far from the center was a couple, innocent and unsuspecting like two children. He was looking at his glass, a bead of water that formed now ran down the side. She was holding her cup to her lips, but looking over its rim to look at him. And when he looked at her, she looked down.

Anyone looking would find their tense body language to be awkward. Every other couple in the room was relaxed, and seemed to flow with the music. When she set her cup down, he stood suddenly, his chair almost falling back. He smiled nervously, and brushed his pants with both legs. Then he offered the girl his hand; she glanced at it, then met his eyes with a smile. He led her to the dance floor, where only a few couples gathered to dance.

He laced his left hand with hers, and with his right, pulled her body closer. And even with such a bold move, he was extremely nervous. Her body was still tense, but with his sheepish smile, she seemed to relax a little. A nice night like this shouldn't be wasted with feeling worried. So they danced, in slow sweeping circles, careful not to step on the other's feet. After a while, they didn't need to pay so much attention as they fell into a common rhythm. The nervous couple became the watched couple, and soon became the couple everyone was envious of.


With his left hand, the artist wiped his forehead of the sweat, and with his right, adjusted his glasses. He scanned his canvas for any blank spots. Unbelievable, he thought. With a smile, and a shake of his head, he painted on two glass slippers for the girl at the center of the picture. Now, he thought, the water color painting is complete.

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