Ok. Post Attempt 2.



Today I was going through my archives (avoiding Math like it were...math..), because I"m trying to figure out what classes I have next semester. You know, before next semester starts. Twas Megan's idea. *clapclap* But apparently, I never blogged my schedule. Stupid Amy.

So what did I find instead you ask? A memory, and two parts of a great book.



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This is from when Firefly, my family and I all went up to Niagra Falls.

"We, my family and I, made up wicked cool campfire stories. Well, they're supposed to be scary, buuuut that's physically impossible to do with these people (my mom, aunt, and Firefly!!!!). So, we ended telling very amusing stories. Which involved, Fredricka who got a call from her Father, who had been dead for 30 years, and then her mom showed up, who had been dead for 25 years. Then, Mussolini, a guy who wanted a pizza pie, and ended up marrying the Pizza Guy's dead dog Rocky.

Then, the most amusing story of the night, the one that brought apon numerous mentions of the 'boxes' through-out the night, about a boy named Timmy and his neighbors. Three boys who all reallly wanted to show Timmy their boxes. Their pretty, pretty boxes. Oh, and the neighbor's mom who really just wanted a bottle of Mr. Clean. By now, everything was supposed to be serious. So we had a character named River-Rat, who lived in the forest of the Mississippi. He found his daughter, who he then decided to eat. However, his daughter, just wouldn't die. First her head kept asking for her shoes, and her arm, which River-Rat had swallowed whole, lunged out of his chest.

Of course, we told like one more, but it was all boring and serious so I won't mention it. The only reason it got serious was cause my mom threatened Firefly, er I mean anyone who wasn't serious, with a marshmellow up the behind."



*smiles* That reminds me how good a dancer Fireflychan is. She was the best man. She is the best.



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The following is my favourite part from The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

"So this is it," said Arthur, "we are going to die."

"Yes," said Ford, "except...no! Wait a minute!" he suddenly lunged across the chamber at something behind Arthur's line of vision. "what's this switch?" He cried.

"What? Where?" Cried Arthur twisting round.

"No, I was only fooling," said Ford, "we are going to die after all."



*giggles* It's funny man. On so many floors. Top floor, men's sporting clothes all the way down to Children distracting devices.



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Now, this is my second favouirte part out of the book...But it's so funny, as I reread it now, that maybe it's my favourite. Oh I'm so torn.



*See, missles were flying at the Heroes. So Arthur, being the true genius he is, turned on the Improbability Drive. Turning those missiles, into a bowl of petunias and a very surprised looking whale.*

This is the complete record of its thoughts from the moment it began its life till the moment it ended

it.

Ah...! What's happening? it thought.

Er, excuse me, who am I?

Hello?

Why am I here? What's my purpose in life?

What do I mean by who am I?

Calm down, get a grip now...Oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it? It's a sort of...yawning,

tingling sensation in my...my...well I suppose I'd better start finding names for things if I want to

make any head way in what for the sake of what I sahll call an argument I shall call the world, so

let's call it my stomach.

Good. Ooooh, it's getting quite strong. And hey, what about this whistling roaring sound going past

what I'm suddenly going to call my head? Perhaps I can call that... wind! Is that a good name? It'll

do...perhaps I can find a better name for it later when I've found out what it's for. It must be

something very important because there certainly seems to be a heck of a lot of it. Hey! What's this

thing? This...let's call it a tail-yeah, tail. Hey! I can really thrash it about pretty good can't I? Wow!

Wow! That feels great! Doesn't seem to achive very much but I'll probably find out what it's for

later on. Now-have I built up any coherent picture of things yet?

No.

Never mind, hey, this is really exciting, so much to find out about so much to look forward to, I'm

quite dizzy with anticipation...

Or is it the wind?

There really is a lot of that now isn't there?

And wow! Hey! What's this thing suddenly coming towars me very fast? Very very fast. So big and

flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like...ow...ound...round...ground! That's it! That's

a good name-ground!

I wonder if it will be friends with me?

And the rest, after a sudden wet thud was silence.



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Ah, memories.

Memories give me the same tingly feeling in my stomach that really liking someone does. *runs to keep reading archives*