hokay, sho- on day zere was thees little tiny shwadling little cow. the freakin' end

For today I live that I might die tomorrow.

If sorrow had a heart of anything but stone, the world would brake.

The cruelty of man creates strength in the spirits.

All of the above quotes were spoken by a close friend of mine. Miss Laylo. Seeing as how my state of mind at the moment reflects on the feeling those quotes create, I found them fitting. No story today, my mind is exhausted, as am I. I'm leaving tomorrow, and won't return until 10. ish. I need sleep! Functioning at school like this doesn't work out for your grades.... *grumbles* oh well. Yeah, well, to the figments of my imagination and Holly's Boy Friend,

buenivendos.


oh, here's a story, it has nothing to with my state of mind, it was an English assignment. Enjoy! ^_~

Sharrie Bonhagen stood on the walk in front of her level. She accepted the wind into her being as it flowed through her hair. She enjoyed it's welcoming breath and sweet taste. She drowned out her parents arguing by putting on her helmet. She hit the red button on her air board with her bare heel. It zipped off the road into the open air.
She made her board hover so she could turn and stare at her setting. The neighborhood she lived, walked, talked, and breathed every day. Her building looked small compared to the others. They only had fourteen levels. She'd read somewhere that the national average was thirty. She lived on the ninth level. Her level was green on the outside. The other three 'houses' that shared her level were all blue. Her mother had insisted on being different. They were different alright.
She leaned to the right so she could get a good look at her school. Twenty-four levels, sixteen divisions. Bright purple and silver. The football team was practicing out in the upper field. She smiled. Kevin DeNaro was a quarterback, a very cute quarterback whom she would love to marry...
When Sharrie came back to reality she was startled. In her over reaction she hit the red button, turning off the anti-gravity waves. The board fell taking her with it. It spiraled faster and faster toward the ground. She smiled and folded her arms across her chest, she was getting dizzy. Ten feet before she hit she turned the anti-gravity back on. It stopped, jolting her body. She rocketed back upward, living the sky.
After a long while Sharrie asked her watch what time it was.
7:09 the mechanical voice replied.
She was late again. She dropped back to eighty feet and slowly glided back to her level. She stepped on the button, grabbed the board and landed on her porch. When she took off her helmet she could still hear her parents arguing, rather loudly, so she figured she wouldn't be in trouble. She pressed her hand to the unwelcoming scanner. It loudly announced her entrance, saying her name as the door slid up. She stepped inside.
The peach colored walls, couches, tables, and chairs always made Sharrie want to hurl. It was boring. Peach was not a color she found attractive. Everything peach, just peachy. She hated peaches.
She walked down the front hall, ignoring her parents, and scanned herself into her room. She placed her air board in the hall closet along with her helmet. She sat on her welcoming purple and lime green bed and sighed. It had been a long day and there was still a lot she had to do. Her hand hit her laptop and she pulled it out. She flipped it open and as always there were homework assignments waiting to be done. She placed her finger on the first one. English, oh joy. She finished it in less then a minute. It was a multiple choice grammar exam. Next box, science. She skipped it. Next one, history.
She rolled her eyes. Her history teacher was an ancient. Ancient was teenage slang for hologram robots that needed an upgrade in programming. It drove her crazy to go to history. All the blue assignment page said was:
Write an essay using words, be historic.
What in heavens name was that kind of junk? 'Use words.' No kidding! She decided to do it on anti-gravity, one of her strong points.
"Hey fatty man! Wake up!" She ordered at her speaker.
A small carrot man appeared out of no where. "Word lazy!" She projected at it.
She didn't know why she got such a kick out of insulting her computer, but she did. It also made it harder for other people to use her speakable. The little carrot man was dancing his way up to the Word icon. He jumped in. He appeared again on a blank writing page.
Word. he said to her, Ready and willing cakes.
"Why do you do that?"
Sharrie jumped. Her older brother had come into her room.
"Because I find it amusing." Her answer appeared on her Word page. "Delete phrase."
"Like it matters. It's programmed to your voice."
She closed it. "Yes but this way I stay entertained. Did you want something?"
"Yeah I did. Can I borrow your P.A.B. CD?"
"Go away Nathan."
"Aw come on! There my favorite band! I let you eat my sandwich."
"I always eat your sandwiches. Leammi alone, I have homework."
"I'll do your science."
Sharrie sat up. "Fine. It's agreed." She pulled a small plastic CD holder out of her pocket and handed the quarter sized disk to her brother.
"You really should just let me download this onto my player."
"Yeah right, then how would I get you to do my science? Now I would greatly appreciate it if you let me do my essay. I'll send you my science in a minute."
Nathan nodded and left. She opened her lap top. She hadn't quite closed it all the way so everything she had said was on her document. "Delete all."
Yes ma'am.
She laughed and began her report:
Anti-gravity has become a major part of our existence. Most of the theories were discovered and created by Kason Elisa Fellps. His ideas....

Sharrie woke up at the kitchen table. She groaned, sleepwalking was big in her family. It was only 4 a.m. Her brother was asleep on their peachy coach. She was still in her air suit.
"Sheb."
She went back to her room and changed into her pajamas. She would have gotten in bed but there was something already there. She had to stare at it for a long time before she realized what it was. An envelope. She stood there shocked. There hadn't been paper for at least 200 years. Where did someone find an envelope, and why was it in her bed?
She figured it was her brother at first, but he was to up in technology. No way was he even interested in paper. He didn't even know it was made out of trees. The thought of trees made her smile. The last time she'd seen one was when the had visited her aunt in Nebraska. There was a tree reservation thirty minutes down the road from her aunts house...
When she hit the floor she woke up. She rubbed her shoulder as she picked up the alien object that was invading. It had her name on it. She started to get a little freaked. She couldn't figure out how o open it for the a long time. Sure she'd read about them but never an instruction manual for them. She eventually figured it out.
She had opened the envelope with a quick, swift movement. She screamed. Her finger stung like crazy and was soon all bloody.
Nathan knocked on the door. "Keep it down, we're trying to sleep around- BREATH!" He scanned himself in. "What did you- BREATH!" He shook her, she was hyper-ventilating. No one ever got cut these days. If your product cut someone you were in trouble. "Hey, calm down." He used his shirt to stop the bleeding. "What happened anyway?"
She put the envelope into his hands.
"Woah! The only place I've veer seen one of these is in a history book, Man, they died like, two hundred years ago!"
Sharrie nodded. "What's in it?"
Nathan slipped out a five dollar bill. "Dude! Paper money. I read in the paper that people use the plastic bar to send messages since we haven't used it in ages. Should we see?"
Sharrie handed him her laptop, sucking on her finger. Nathan slipped the plastic strip into a slot on the laptop. The screen went black for a minute and then a face appeared. It was a toddlers face. He began to speak.
Hello Sharrie. I'm Mark, or number 346. I am involved in a group of other toddlers who were created with Einstein's DNA. We do not need to attend school. Now that that's summed up here is our problem and why we contacted you: There are a group of anti-technology people who have been gathering over the past sixty years or so. They are using the ancients to place their war-like programs and weapons.
He paused and stuck a lolli-pop in his mouth.
You are a person whom we find terribly average and up on the gadgets of the world. You live in the world and I'm sure around ancients, so we figure...
He bit his lolli-pop and crunched as he continued.
Figure that you could help us come up with a device everyone has so we could install a program in to make them aware of this men that are trying to send us back to loin cloths and cave drawings.
He chewed on his lolli-pop stick for a minute.
We have map of America that shows all the points where we have gotten signals of such programming in ancients. Hit control alt nine to open that. Our return information address is behind the command key F four while this is running.
He tied his lolli-pop stick into a knot.
We thank you for your help and hope you will quickly send a reply.
He just sat there staring at them then. He was one creepy toddler, both Sharrie and Nathan were weirded out for a minute, looking into the dark brown eyes of this kid that was way smarter then they'd ever be.
"Well, should we try the map?"
"I don't know Nathan, I'm flat out confused! Why didn't know about these Einstein babies?"
Nathan shrugged and hit the command.
What appeared on the screen had both of them rolling on the floor with laughter. They were glad there was still some humor in the world. It was a map of the USA all right, covered in bright blue dots, but man. Those toddlers were certainly not as smart as they should be and they were in serious need of schooling!
Sharrie and Nathan couldn't believe it.

The next day when Sharrie went to history she didn't want to destroy the ancient. She turned in her essay chip and smiled. She knew that somewhere on some computer in some lab he was a blue dot that helped spell out the letters:
M-A-D-E-Y-O-U-L-O-O-K-!