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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 8:34 pm
Anthrax's Field Notes:
Forty-four?
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 9:47 pm
Bacillus you are doing amazing.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:32 am
Anthrax's Field Notes:
Forty-five. Thanks. XD. I've nothing better to do...
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:45 am
Anthrax's Field Notes:
Forty-six. Hum dee dum.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 12:05 pm
Anthrax's Field Notes:
Forty-seven. And I was having such a good day. Right up to the point where I got hit by a car. Grr...
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 4:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 5:25 pm
Anthrax's Field Notes:
Forty-eight. Who isn't?
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:45 pm
Forty-nine. Well, I wasn't. No, history? Definitely not the dullest thing I've ever seen. Can't you tell? Typing not dripping with sarcasm?
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 8:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:17 pm
Fifty. Really, it isn't. Calculus is. What with integrals and derivatives (Derivatize!) it's got to be one of my more boring classes. And, well, all we ever do is find derivatives....
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:50 pm
Fifty-one. ... Last set on Guitar Hero III... on hard... It's like Expert on GHII... -dies-
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 8:37 am
Fifty-three. My entry for the creativity contest.
As dreams fade and memories fail
Pilots jump and sailors bail
And those of us with less excitement,
Tend to go for an inglorious exit.
God, in the extremely unlikely event,
That you are listening to me broken and bent,
Have some pity; have some care.
Let winter fill the eternal air.
The snows on the trees shimmer,
The snows on the ground subtly glimmer
With their repressed joy for being alive.
And through the naked forest the wind soughs,
Bending branches and breaking boughs.
And I, up in my perch of the tallest pine,
Make one last smile- truly, it's mine.
And so my wish to you this year,
If you really and truly can hear,
Is for winter to come, catch hold, and stay.
And dreams again come into clear relief.
And life again comes to Texas.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 6:42 pm
Bacillus Anthracis Fifty-three. My entry for the creativity contest.
As dreams fade and memories fail
Pilots jump and sailors bail
And those of us with less excitement,
Tend to go for an inglorious exit.
God, in the extremely unlikely event,
That you are listening to me broken and bent,
Have some pity; have some care.
Let winter fill the eternal air.
The snows on the trees shimmer,
The snows on the ground subtly glimmer
With their repressed joy for being alive.
And through the naked forest the wind soughs,
Bending branches and breaking boughs.
And I, up in my perch of the tallest pine,
Make one last smile- truly, it's mine.
And so my wish to you this year,
If you really and truly can hear,
Is for winter to come, catch hold, and stay.
And dreams again come into clear relief.
And life again comes to Texas. You wrote that? Shoot dang! You never cease to surprise me with your writing skills;;
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 8:45 pm
xp
roses are gray violets are gray and i am dead and colorblind! weeeeee
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:16 am
Fifty-four. XD. Thanks. I have a 'thing' for winter, so I can usually write pretty well about it. Though in writers' club at school we had to write about summer once, and that didn't come out too horribly.
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