O Fridur - The Effect

What these three decide (or allow, I guess) for these kids probably isn't even feasible in today's world. Or maybe it is. I dunno either way--but I think it makes for a damn good story. Oh, and expect me to expand on this scene later on. (And yeah, the last line is pretty cheesy.)

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Mark stared through the one-way mirror while occasionally sipping at his black as pitch coffee. 

Larry glared up at him from his chair. "Late as usual, eh?"

Mark sighed. "Yeah," he said while looking at the clock in the room before him. "I know he'll show up, just a little worried about the kids. You know how impatient they can get. And given the situa--."

Stan walked in, cutting Mark off. "Sorry for being late," he said while taking off his coat. He started to brew up a cup of coffee. "Hurry up and tell it to me in a nutshell so I can get in there and talk with 'em."

"You've been watching the news, right?" asked Larry.

Stan flinched, burning his tongue on the first sip, and then nodded.

"Right," followed Mark. "Well . . . their parents were on Flight 728."

Stan shut his eyes. "Fuck," he stated softly. After a pause, "And all the reports are still holding strong? No one has been found?"

Mark shook his head. "Not alive, no."

"Do they even know?"

"Doesn't seem like it, no," said Larry. "They were as confused as could be when we brought them in here."

Stan shook his head. "They have to know . . . I mean, wouldn't their parents give them the flight number?"

"Probably not for this," said Mark. "Think about it. They knew the kids probably wouldn't care which flight number took them from Atlantic City to O'Hare. Would you tell your kids each and every number?"

"Jesus fucking Christ . . ." Stan put down his coffee. "I'm guessing you guys already did a background check on this?"

Larry sighed--for the first time sounding distressed. "Yup . . . and it isn't looking good. At all. Their father was an only child; the mother had one sister--she died back in '03 from breast cancer. All the grandparents are deceased. They . . . really have no one."

"But themselves," Stan whispered.

I absolutely love

my father. He sacrifices on a day-to-day basis for me, and I cannot comprehend it yet. Someday I will, though. Someday. 

O Fridur - The Cause

We interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking news out of Atlantic City, New Jersey Please keep in mind that this information is recent, and that all facts may not be correct News of an airplane crash Full extent of the damage is yet unknown Flight number unknown Flight number known, now being held from the public Deserted field Cause unknown Mortality rate unknown No information to be given at this time Authorities do not believe this is an act of terrorism, or in any way related to one Rumor of amateur footage of the crash--Nothing to show at this time Footage has been retrieved I have been asked to warn you that this footage is graphic, and our station asks all parents to keep your children out of the room Donna, hold up Really, Donna Hold up for a second Jeremy, you're so slow Jesus Donna I really don't want to be out here We should be in school I don't want my parents to get called One more call and I'm ------ Honest to God Don't be such a loser, Jeremy You're fine Come over here The sky's absolutely beautiful right now And all the trees and birds Jesus Christ not another ------- plane Why does a plane always have to ruin such a beautiful moment Donna Oh my God Jeremy Holy ---- What happened OH MY GOD RUN DONNA RUN JUST KEEP RUNNING Our hearts and prayers go out to the families of those affected by this crash

What did he say again?

"Motherfuck"? I think that was it. 

Or maybe it was "Motherfucker." 

Can't be bothered to check atm.

Sorry, Joe.

Kind of a dick move. =/

Who the fuck is Lady GaGa?

I've stopped caring about YT.

Don't care about posting videos.

Don't care about watching videos.

Everyone I used to talk to daily never starts a conversation with me.

I'm going to assume they don't care.

Which I can't be bothered by,

because I honestly don't care either.

And yet I do so much. And it

hurts.

I hate my job.

I hate not being in school.

I hate not writing

or reading.

I don't like my "irl" friends,

and yet I've got probably some of the best "irl" friends

ever. 

All my close "e"-friends live thousands of miles away,

and are amazing,

or were amazing,

or they just don't care anymore.

Pull it together,

Evan.

Pull it the fuck together.

Who's Lauren Carpenter?

Why do all the cute girls have to live so far away?

I hate Facebook.

I hate this blog--

it's too self-centered.

I might as well get a fucking Twitter account so everyone can read my

emo poems.

No one gives a shit,

and that's the truth.

Fuck you, World of Warcraft. Why must you be such an amazing piece of

escapism? 

I'll never know.

wut?

I'm okay with it,

but it still sucks. Yeah. It does.

I know,

I know. It's childish and stupid and probably will go absolutely nowhere, but right now you make me so happy. I enjoy every second we talk so much.

Oh, Escapism!

How I've missed you so. I honestly forgot how easy it is to just disappear and sorta forget about everything wrong that's going on. There's so much shit you can do in WoW, and so much shit you can find to do. 

I still feel lonely. And it sucks. Meh. I guess this is how I felt on a day-to-day basis back when I quit WoW. Just kinda felt lonely and out of place and worthless. And then I found Scones, and I didn't feel like that as much, but still did at times. And now I'm slowly getting back into the full swing of things in WoW, and I can just escape when things aren't perfect. I guess I'm a coward.

And it's not like I have anything real to hide from. I'll get better, and things will change. Just like they always do.

Picture(s) of the moment:

I just realized how depressing my blogs are. I'm sorry.

Fuck it.

I don't care if I'm off some days anymore. I'm just going to write. Write write write write write.

I haven't worked on any of my "novels," besides what you saw in yesterday's post, for almost a month. I'm a terrible "author." Like, absolutely shitty at it. I haven't read in a long time, either. 

1/04/09 The Angel of Death

"'Angel' . . . I guess you could call him that. We've heard it all before. Harbringer. Angel. Omen. Prophet. People need some way to explain him--and to explain us."

"Out of all of us, he is the most distant."

He sighed. "I figured you'd ask that question next," he said. "I've witnessed it once . . . only once. One time is all it takes, and you'll never want to see it again . . . He lowers his hood, and you see his face . . . And then he begins his song . . . Except it isn't a song at all. His lips and tongue contort and shift, making inaudible sounds and words that only he knows . . ."

"It wasn't even the way his mouth danced . . . but how they died . . . Without hearing a thing, they clench their ears as tight as they can--trying to stop it--and then . . ." He stopped there.

1/03/09 "Writing Process"

Sarah wrote about her writing process. I responded by saying that I don't really have one. Which is true. Sadly. 

1) I get inspired.

2) I think about some song I've been listening to a lot, or some quote. 

3) And then I think about what I was just inspired about.

4) And then I write about it.

5) And then I never think it's good enough, so I end up deleting and rewriting it a couple times.

Le sigh.

1/02/09 I would, Gabby, except . . .

I think a trip like that requires a little bit of planning. Especially if I magically cannot stay at your house. Which would be teh sux. ANYWAYS!

I'm blogging this with four minutes before I go to the gym. Then I'll come home and shower and eat brunch and probably end up writing, since the WoW servers will be down. Then I'll run 10 man Naxx late into the night. DAMN, my life is exciting, isn't it? 

1/01/09 Stfu, Gabby.

I do not fail at this! I failed at this during the "winter break," but not atm. I'm doing sorta kinda well. (Not really.)

Still not reading. Still not writing. I'm being so lazy.

I've got a week off of work (don't ask me why) coming up soon. I plan on taking advantage of it. Promise.

12/31/08: Yes Man

I just saw "Yes Man," and I thought it was pretty good. It made me think a lot. Maybe I'll try it sometime? Saying yes to everything for a month.



New goal added to these eight months. :)

12/30/08 Writing

I haven't written anything down for one of my stories in what feels like almost a month. I'm sure it hasn't been as long, but to me it does feel like a long time. I dunno. The story ideas still hold strong in my head, and I still constantly think about them. I'm just being lazy, to be honest. Sigh. I need to force myself to write some.

12/29/08 Working Out

Remember that gym membership? Yeah. I've pretty much gone daily since I've gotten it, and I must say: I missed you, work outs. It's still the most amazing thing to get rid of my stress, thank Jebus. Seeing as how I'm kinda sorta going through some right now? I dunno. I think I am. It's just masking itself.