Hello, Yet Again

Hello, again. I am writing this for many reasons: I am bored, I need to post, My brother is playing Guitar Hero III and I am waiting my turn (I have actually grown to like it, though I am not getting any better), and I haven’t gotten a hit all day! I’d love for you to comment, please do. I will be working with C.S.S (Cascading Style Sheets) a little more these days so keep a sharp lookout for changes. So, my family is visiting and I went to see the play Wicked with them. It was excellent and funny. And sad. And Corny (in a good way). And Stupid (in a funny way). So, I enjoyed it very much.

Hmm… what to post about? Well, hmm, uhh, I haven’t a clue (lol, funny saying). Let me see if I can just think of something as I go along… so, here is a fictional story with a moral (written in second person!):

You are an only child who is very creative and lonely. Your parent/guardian has no time for you and you have no pets. You are walking down the road and you see a small orange “thing” on the ground. You go to pick it up and you see it is a fish. Its fins are cut, its skin is dry, and its gills are trying desperately to take in air. You pick it up and take it home. When you get home you put it in a jug of water with some rocks at the bottom and a little food floating above him. At first he floats in the middle of the jug, surrounded with so many confusing new things and then he takes a little bit of food and goes to sleep with his eyes open. The fish had a dream that someday, it would be better and wouldn’t need someone to care for it. So he could go back to the pond he once lived in. After several weeks, when you get home from school, you look for the jug, now a habit from constantly doing so. You stare at it for a while not knowing what to think or say. After half an hour of staring you get up and ask your parent/guardian if it died. They say, “You had a fish in here?” and you say, “Of course. What do you think I was doing with all that fish food?” “I haven’t a clue.” (lol). So you lie down. And rest. And think. And wait for the fish to come back. Was it a fish, or was it imaginary? Was it real or fake? Alive or dead?

I am not going to tell you the moral Mwahahahaha! You have to figure it out your self!!!

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Here is a pic of a pie I decorated (enjoy pie-lovers, it was filled with my favorite, pudding!): pie.png

~Adam