You’ve got to read this story — by May

“No, really Hero,” said Bree. “It’d really be something to tell your children.”

Hero glared at her as she replied, “Definitely not. I wanna live long enough to have grandchildren.” Then Orli said, “You might want to keep distance after I do my jump though. I don’t want to scare you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Adrenaline rush.” Then, without any other explanation, he gave her a quick kiss and went on to get ready for the jump.Hero’s knees were shaking by then. He’s really crazy. She saw him take a deep breath, wave at them, then jumped. Everyone cheered and Orli was definitely screaming for sure, but Hero didn’t hear. Her ears were ringing and she was mumbling, “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.” It was as if she was the one doing the jump. She gripped Bree’s arm painfully as she strained to see what was happening below. He was bouncing back, and then he fell back again, like a yoyo. She felt like puking. After what seemed like forever they finally hauled him back in.

The minute he got out of all the binds and whatnots he started looking around wildly. And there she was. Looking scared like how she did when he got off the bridge. Still breathing heavily with the adrenaline in his blood, he took the few steps to her, and then said in a low voice, “I told you to keep away from me after the jump.”

“What the hell for?”

Her answer was a searing hot kiss. Nothing they’ve ever done before. He was holding her head firmly with his hands on the back of her head and the nape of her neck, keeping her in place. She was too shocked to do anything else but open her mouth to the relentless attack. Then when she thought it couldn’t go any hotter, he slowed down, sucking her lower lip gently, and then the kiss finally watered down to butterfly ones, soft dances of lips. She sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair. All thoughts went flying out of her head like a century ago when she felt his lips brush against hers. She felt the love well in her heart and she felt like crying. Oh damn. Wh does he have to do things like this?

The kiss finally ended, but he didn’t let her go. Not yet. Not ever. Shit. Can she be the one? Please don’t let this one go wrong this time. I don’t know if I can’t take it anymore. He felt like crying as he opened his eyes to look into her dark ones. Oh damn. Why does she have to do things like this?

“Okay, break it up people,” Lij called out. “I swear, everytime you two bloody idiots get together, we always end up contemplating on whether to sell tickets in a few seconds.”

“Shaddup!” said two voices simultaneously. Laughter. Then Orli said to her, “That takes care of the heights thing. Next challenge would be the cockroaches. And the actual jump of course.”

Thwap.

God May. How do you do it?

Is my blog really depressing for some people. Sigh. I try to be clever. I just think that as we near the end of the semester you’re going to get quite a lot of depressed or stressed people. Like me. *tries not to think about design project deadline*

I am really getting sick of this design project. It doesn’t seem like we’re getting anywhere at all, and it’s due … gaah. A week and three days from tomorrow. The paper’s not written, the presentation isn’t made, and we still need to pick out a sh!tload of parts.

On the upside…nope, there is no upside.

There are two people I must add to the clique. However, my hotmail account seems to be wonky tonight. So, maybe later.

Are you reading this? Why don’t you comment or sign the guestbook???

Note to self… don’t forget to do the blogger review. I will do it! I will take the Review to Acutecut!

umm, yeah.

I love this guy.

I don’t know whose these are. I found them in Bouncegrrl’s blog. She doesn’t know whose they are either. Have a laugh anyway. I have to go to class.

10 PUNS

1. Two vultures board an airplane, each carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess looks at them and says, “I’m sorry, gentlemen, only one carrion allowed per passenger.”

2. Two boll weevils grew up in South Carolina. One went to Hollywood and became a famous actor. The other stayed behind in the cotton fields and never amounted to much. The second one, naturally, became known as the lesser of two weevils.

3. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, but when they lit a fire in the craft, it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it, too.

4. A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He slides up to the bar and announces: “I’m looking for the man who shot my paw.”

5. Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal?

He wanted to transcend dental medication.

6. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. “But why?” they asked, as they moved off. “Because,” he said, “I can’t stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.”

7. A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named “Ahmal.” The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him “Juan.” Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, “They’re twins! If you’ve seen Juan, you’ve seen Ahmal.”

8. These friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to “persuade” them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he’d be back if they didn’t close up shop. Terrified, they did so, thereby proving that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars.

9. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him ….what? (Oh, man, this is so bad, it’s good) A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

10. And finally, there was the person who sent ten different puns to friends, with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them laugh.

Unfortunately, no pun in ten did.

You Are Tori Amos!
Which Rock Chick Are You?

What day are you?

Monday’s Child is fair of face

Tuesday Child is full of grace

Wednesday’s Child is full of woe

Thursday’s Child has far to go

Friday’s Child is loving and giving

Saturday’s Child works hard for a living

But Sunday’s Child is fair and wise, and good and gay
But I don’t think I’m too full of woe. Too full of myself sometimes, maybe, but not usually woeful…

You know, it’s a little weird when you realize that your college years have been defined by two things… Roswell and the Lord of the Rings. And high school was defined by Chris. Sigh.

Okay. So maybe I’m exaggerating a little. But it is weird to think that this time next year I will be in the real world, no longer in school (possibly) and the second LotR will be out. And hopefully Roswell will still be on.

Did I mention it was time for another quiz whore post? (Or several?)

How much of a freak are you?

I am a subtle taste, like Pine. I am a quiet, fresh taste, almost more of a scent than a flavour. You will be aware of me, but not quite remember me without being reminded. Not that I’m boring; on the contrary, I’m just a little outside the ordinary. What Flavour Are You?

If I weren’t Pine, I would be chocolate…

I am Chocolate Flavoured. I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt. What Flavour Are You?

Go fig.

Not too bad, but you can do better. Keep working on it- maybe try kicking a few guys wherever you want to, then start lighting them on fire. Slow and steady wins the race, okay? You’ve got a long way to go, but I think you’ll survive.

I’m getting there. I don’t suck, but I’ve got a ways to go.

See which Greek Goddess you are.