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Can I ask a question? Why does it seem like girls are regarded not as humans, but as some "puzzle" to be solved, or an "exotic creature" to be catered too and cherished on these forums? Wake up call! We're people, just like you. If you're having such a hard time "figuring" us out, maybe sit and talk to an actual girl for a little while. In time you'll find we're not as "complicated" as you think.

Serves her right. Anybody watch Jay Leno's "interview" with her after she got out of prison? Its hilarious!

When Enric awoke, he was bound and gagged to a rock with what looked like seaweed. Pud sat unconscious next to him. Enric panicked as he realized he was still underwater. He tried to hold his breath, but his reflexes gave in. Expecting to take a big gulp of water, he inhaled comfortably. Shocked, he breathed in again. He was able to breath underwater. Less worried that he would drown, he observed his surroundings. The rock they were tied to was in a large cave, the light from above the surface visible just outside the cave entrance. Enric tried to kick free of the weeds that held him down, but only tired himself. Pud awoke a few minutes later. Enric watched as Pud took his first compulsory breath in their watery prison. Pud sat dumbfounded for a moment, then attempted to break free. Enric nudged him, and shook his head, signaling that the seaweed ropes were unbreakable at this point. There was a splash from above, as a flowing silhouette appeared at the cave entrance. The figure soon came into focus as a mermaid with long blond hair, and a shining blue-gray tale. She smiled and giggled sheepishly. "I've heard stories about humans... I always pictured them uglier." The mermaid reached out a delicate, pale hand and stroked Enric's face to his horror. The mermaid shouted over her shoulder. "Odella, come in here! Its alright!" A second mermaid, a younger copy of the first, swam into view. Her eyes were puffy and red. She swam to pud, and stared at him, her face inches away from his. "Where's the crest?" Pud tried to speak, but only bubbles and a strange babbling noise emitted. The first mermaid laughed. "I forgot the second charm, silly me." She reached forward and placed her hands on Enric and Pud's foreheads, and said a few words in a language Enric had never heard before. Pud gasped. "I don't know what you're talking about, honestly!" The mermaid named Odella folded her arms. "Don't play stupid, human. Its a circle with a glowing green center. It ended up in your net. Don't tell me you didn't see it." Enric coughed. "Is that what this is all about? Yeah, we saw it." Odella smiled. "Great! Where is it?" "On the boat, in my bag... why do you ask?" The first mermaid laughed. "That doesn't concern you. Now hold on a second... not that you could move." She swam out from the cave, and raised her arms towards the surface. She shouted a words in the strange language towards the sky. There was a large cracking sound, as the fishing boat came sinking into the sea. It landed gracefully in a bed of kelp, the hull cracked in half. "Mia's always been a showoff." grumbled Odella. "Our boat!" Pud cried. The mermaid named Mia swam inside the sunken boat, and produced Enric's canvas bag. She rummaged through it, and produced the crest. "And there you go, Odie. I told you my plan would work." The younger mermaid gave a happy cry, and swam forward. The pair began to swim out of the cave. Enric shouted after them. "Where do you think you're going?" Mia shrugged. "Home?" Pud's voice cracked. "What about us?" Mia exchanged a devious glance with her sister. "Oh... we've got other plans for you..."

My sympathies, and the rest of Tip.It's I'm sure. I'm so sorry for the loss of your cousin. As for your horse, I know what its like to have something like that happen to a pet that seems like part of the family. My aunt's dog, who I practically grew up with, developed cancer, arthritis, and went deaf so they had to put him down last year. As for your friend problem, that has happened to me way to many times. I just act without thinking, and it doesn't end too well. Just try to apologize, and be really nice. Hope your week gets better.

Its a bad thing no matter which way you slice it. We've got two eyes, a nose, a mouth, a heart, and just about everything you do, buddy. (Well.... just about everything.) We are people, not objectives, even if you mean it in a good way. Ha! That is as far from the truth as you can get! Well, maybe not. I have really cool discussion with my best guy friend/guy I like when its just us, but sometimes when I'm alone and not with anypeople, it means I'm PMSing horribly, and you better stay the hell away from me or you might not live to type another thoughtless post like this again!!! *grrrrr* :thumbsup:

[hide] [/hide] Oh wow... you don't have a girlfriend, do you? Thanks for all the "appreciation" and all, but we don't need guys bowing down to our feet every second. We're just as equal as men. Maybe a little more, since without us the planet would be empty of human life. But, you don't see me posting stuff like "Men are truly exotic creatures who require tender, loving care..." We're people, just like you, not an endangered species. [/hide]

I'm back from my trip up north. I swam alot in the hotel pool, but my aunts (who are both extremely overweight) made me feel bad whenever we ate. "Aren't you going to put sour cream on that potato? No salt? I can't believe I didn't get cheese with this... Are you crazy, girl? You only ordered the 6 oz filet mignon? I'm going for the 12 oz myself... or maybe a nice king crab, with plenty of melted butter sauce! Oh yeah, that's the ticket! Em, you're going to starve, all you're having is that little steak and potato?" The "little steak and potato" made me feel horrible. I should've gone for the salad, but I know I would've instantly become the black sheep of the table. And as for signing up for a gym, we have a membership, but kids under 16 must be accompanied by an adult, and I'm only 14. (And a half as of next thursday... but who's counting?)

I finished it! Okay, so my summer reading made it take longer than I was hoping, but I finished it! YAY ME!!!!

Em's Blog Day 6 Thanks IGoddessI! That pretty much matches what I'm doing right now. I had some chips and ice cream with lunch, but we were at a water park so I'm pretty sure I swam it off. Tomorrow? Tubing! I have to go, we're planning a Get Well party for my friend, who crashed on his bike and broke the two main bones in his left arm. Ouch.

Oh I'm so happy! This is the OFFICIAL test run of Elmo, the Monkey of Stupidity!

This is the same story, just told from a different perspective each time. It has nothing to do with Runescape. A new one will be posted every couple of days. These stories may contain mild language and violence. And no, these stories are not about reality television. If you thought that, this is not the forum for you. #-o Tara hated hospitals. They smelt like old people and Windex, the waiting room chairs might just send you into the ER with a broken back, and the vending machine food tasted like it hadn't been replaced since the Nixon era. She tried to avoid them at all costs, but some things were unavoidable, like a dying grandmother or a broken wrist. Tara flipped through a six month old Reader's Digest that had been scribbled on with green crayon. Lilly sat next to her, pretending to read a small pamphlet about the benefits of a colonoscopy. The PA system beeped on, and a shrill voice paged a "Dr. Ali" to the pediatric ward. Lilly sighed, and pulled a small pack of Kleenex from her purse. Dabbing her eyes, she asked in a whisper "Did Mrs. Green mention how bad the crash was?" Tara shook her head, and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was past midnight, but she didn't feel tired. Tara tried to turn her attention to her magazine, but was too distracted. It was around nine when she got the call from her boyfriend Alex's mother. She was crying on the phone, and told Tara to come down to the hospital immediately. Tara had brought along Lilly, who was one of Alex's best friends. According to Mrs. Green, there had been an accident, and Alex was in the Intensive Care Unit. Tara had been reading a magazine article on "How to Plan the Perfect Senior Prom." The prom was in two weeks, but now, Tara wasn't sure if she'd be going if Alex's accident was as bad as she feared. Her body froze at the thought of her boyfriend, who was always so energetic and full of life, dying at the tender age of seventeen. Mrs. Green came walking down the hallway, blowing her nose loudly, after what seemed to be an eternity. She gestured for the girls to follow her, and began sobbing uncontrollably. Lilly began to cry, and put her arm around Tara. Room 315 was down the hall from the waiting room, in the ICU floor of the hospital. Tara caught glances of the patients in the other rooms, through the slightly ajar doors. From the look of the other patients, Tara knew that Alex wasn't going back to his spot as quarterback of the varsity football team anytime soon. Mrs. Green stopped, and pushed open the door to her son's room. Three doctors were adjusting machines, and taking notes on a small clipboard. Tara stopped in her tracks, and began crying along with Lilly. Propped up by pillows in the middle of the hospital bed, was Alex. His dark hair was matted with blood, and a large cut mared his face. Bruises were beginning to form on his pale skin, and his hazel eyes were closed. Alex's arm was wrapped in a sling, held steady by more pillows. The white and green polka dotted hospital gown stood out against his unusually grey skin. Tara walked over to the bed, and stroked her boyfriends hair gently. Mrs. Green spoke between her tears. "You can talk to him, dear. He can hear you." Tara gulped, and tried to sound cheerful. "Hey honey, its me, Tara. How're you feeling?" No response. Lilly joined Tara at the bed. "Hey Alex, its Lilly." Tara sighed, and leaned over Alex's sleeping body. She kissed him gently on his lips, attempting not hurt his cut up face. Alex's eyelids fluttered slightly, making Tara smile sadly. He could tell that she was there. One of the doctors mumbled slightly. "Oh no..." Mrs. Green turned as pale as her broken son. "What? What is that supposed to mean?" The machine tracking Alex's heart beat was pulsing faster, the peaks of the green lines becoming smaller and closer together. Mrs. Green became hysterical, and ran to her son's bed. Crying she rubbed his unbroken hand. "Honey? Its Mommy." One of the doctors turned to her. "He's trying to fight it, Mrs. Green." he whispered. "He's not going to make it, this is just causing more pain for him." Mrs. Green nodded. "Alex? You don't need to do that. You can go sweetie. I... I know you're in pain. I just want you to know that we love you, baby." Alex's eyelids made the slightest attempt at opening. Tara rubbed his forhead gently, as Mrs. Green continued. "You can go now, kiddo. You don't need to stay around for us. Don't worry about us." The pulse machine was beeping faster, constantly speeding up. After a few seconds, the green mountains became a single line, and the beeping became a constant drone. Mrs. Green broke down, and dropped herself into the chair by the bed. Tara clung to Lilly, and they cried together. Alex's body seemed to sink a bit more into the pillows, and his pained face seemed to be at peace. The doctors left the room, as an owl hooted sadly outside of the hospital window. The stars twinkled outside the faded curtains, as the moon began its descent below the horizon.

I accidentally grabbed the wrong pair of shoes on my way to marching band, and spent seven hours running, marching, and standing around in size 7 shoes (I'm a size 11.) My toes hurt like hell for a few weeks, then stopped hurting, but now I have these ugly butt bruises under both of my big toenails. And dang it all, during flip flop season no less!!! :evil:

Mia followed her sister our of her room, and down the hall of the tiny house that they shared with their aging father, a carpenter who worked all day on repairing the King's palace. Odella swam out of the house, and into the garden among the towering waves of kelp, and delicate coral sculptures. Mia sat down on the bench where her sister had broke down, sobbing. She thought for a moment, then spoke. "Odie? I have an idea..." Odella looked up. "What now?" "Well, you said you got a good view of the boat, and the men on it, right?" "Yes..." Mia smiled. "They had to of seen the crest among those fish, right? What if they still have it?" Odie wiped tears from her face. "Where are you going with this?" Mia laughed. "We're not going anywhere. Those fishermen are." _____________________________________________________________ Enric sat on the side of the boat, waiting for his nets to fill, while Pud carved a small figurine out of a piece of driftwood. Pud held it up in the air, then continued to carve. Enric laughed. "What are you doing?" Pud stuck out his tongue, pretending to concentrate. "I'm carvin' a little statue of..." he flicked a few more curls of wood from the figure. "You!" The tiny state looked nothing like Enric. It would be an overstatement to say it even looked like a human at all. Enric jumped up to grab the figurine, when he stopped dead. There was a loud banging noise, coming from the bottom of the boat. "What do you think that was?" Enric asked. Pud shrugged. "Maybe we've hit bottom?" "We're in the middle of the sea you goof, there's no bottom unless you go down many, many miles!" The noise sounded again, this time rocking the boat. Enric tripped over a coil of ropes, making Pud laugh hysterically. "What ever it is, Enric, it wants you to make a ruddy fool of yourself! The banging became more frequent, as the boat began to rock dangerously. Both men looked over the side of the boat to see what the noise could be. Pud smiled. "I reckon its just one damn big fish!" Enric frowned. "A fish making a noise like that? It sounds like thunder..." Pud and Enric leaned over the side of the boat, as another, louder, boom sounded. The boat gave a lurch, sending them both over the side, into the cold water. Enric tried frantically to surface. Just as his head broke the surface, he felt a pair of hands grab his ankles, and pull him back down. He looked around for Pud. What he saw shocked him. Two mermaid-like had latched themselves onto him and Pud, and were desperatly trying to yank them down. Pud was kicking and screaming, although his cries were muffled by the water. Enric tried to reach for his knife, but fell unconcious due to lack of air before he could move an inch.

Em's Blog Day 4 + 5 Sorry for not posting yesterday, my computer was doing some weird thing where Internet Explorer would be working fine, then randomly go offline for a few hours, then start back up. Its never happened before. But anyways. I hit a little roadbump yesterday. The casserole turned out great, but I ate too much. I snacked on the cheese while I made it, and haven't had the chance to take another bike ride. I do play with my sister outside more frequently, playing basketball, but I still feel guilty.

Odella rushed into her sister's bedroom, ripping open the seaweed curtains that surronded her bed. "Mia, wake up!" She shook her older sister frantically. Mia woke with a start. "What is it Odie?" Odella wrung her hands, and stared at her tail. "I... um... I lost it." Mia ran her fingers through her flowing, blonde hair. "Lost what?" Odella sighed impatiently. "What do you think? What have I been guarding with my life these past couple of days?" Mia's eyes widening. "You lost the King's crest!?" Odella nodded nervously. Mia threw up her hands. "You, out of hundreds of thousands of young mermaids, you get chosen to be the Maiden of the Crest for this year, and you loose the crest?" Odella sighed. "It wasn't my fault! I was taking it to Papa so he could see it, and there was a fishing net, and all these fish, and I just got so scared!" Mia frowned. "A net? You were up by the surface, weren't you. Good gracious, Odella, you want to end up like Mama? Stuck in a fisherman's net?" Odella shrugged. "I didn't know what to do!" Tears were forming in her aqua eyes. "Now what am I supposed to do?" Mia put her head in her hands. "Odie, you know what this means? The King picks a maiden every year to hold the Crest until the annual Sun Ceramony. He chose you to guard it with your life! And do you know what happens if you loose the Crest?" Odella sobbed, as Mia continued. "It's only happened once, before I was born... the maiden lost the crest... and the King had her executed..." Odella broke into hysterics, and swam out of the room. Mia looked at the carving of their mother that sat on her bedside table. "Mama... plese help Odie..."

I saw this show one time on PBS with old people sitting on chairs and exerercising with towels. I think it was called "Sit and Be Fit"

3.3666666666666667, You are disciplined but tolerant; a true American. Lately I'm not quite sure if being an American is all that great...

Rofl,yes they do,people get shot every day for no reason :roll: Like? A little four year old girl was shot in a drive-by while she was outside jumping rope in downtown Milwaukee a few months ago.

I'm not sure why it double posted... but me and Itsjustagame posted at the exact same time! Freaky!

I go for bike rides, clean, and come on the internet.

I go for bike rides, clean, and come on the internet.

The sea spray cooled Enric's tanned, sweaty face as he tossed his net over the side of the tiny fishing boat shared by him and one other man. Pud Lemon's, Enric's boat-mate and best friend did the same, stopping to take a swig out of a small flask once his net was overboard. The small boat was emblazoned with the words "Rydell Fishing Co." in bright red. Pud leaned against the rail, adjusted his straw hat so that the sun didn't get in his eyes. "Enric," Pud said, as he took another sip from the flask, "You goin' to Sir Rydell's ball Saturday?" Enric shrugged. "Dunno. Probably not. Its a waste of time." Pud's eyes widened. "Are you loony? Every employee of the company's invited! And that's..." Pud counted on his fingers. "That's most of the bay area! Its going to be the party of the century, mate!" Pud smiled, and rubbed his stomach, which hung over his burlap pants. "Who knows, you might even see Miss Catherine." Enric turned away, and focused his attention on repairing a ripped net. Pud stopped and thought for a moment. "I know why you don't wanna go... you're afraid of seeing Catherine with that new beau of hers. Isn't that right?" Enric turned bright red. Pud laughed. "I've known you since we were babies! That's almost twenty years now! There's no denying it, I know Enric Wells better than his own mother, and I know when somethings-" Enric turned around. "Will you shut up Pud?" Pud choked on his words, and stared at his feet. "I think the the net's are full. Better go... um..." He walked around to the other side of the boat, muttering to himself. Enric knew Pud was right. Miss Catherine Rydell was the most sought after lady within a hundred mile radius. Lately, the daughter of the fishing company's wealthy owner had been seen with the son of the town clerk. Enric sighed, and put down his mending. "Pud, get over here." Pud, who was at least twice Enric's height and girth, came shuffling around the side of the boat with his hat in his hand, his sandy blond hair waving in the wind. Enric smiled. "You're right. You hit the nail on the head with what's bothering me." Pud laughed. "Do I know my buddy or what! So, I say, we go to the ball whether Catherine's available or not." Enric nodded. "Yeah, why not. Its not like a sun baked fisherman like myself could ever get Catherine's attention." Pud laughed loudly, scaring the gulls that sat on the mast. "That's the spirit! Now lets haul these nets up and call it a day!" Enric began whistling to himself, as he pulled the fish filled net out of the sea. The silvery fish tossed about, as he hauled them on deck. But something in the net caught his eye... A large silver disk sat amongst the fish, its center carved out of a bright green stone. The disk seemed to be emitting a pulsating glow. Enric called Pud over. "Pud, what would you say this is?" Pud inspected it for a moment, then chuckled. "Either that's a mighty fine piece of rubbish, or the fish are trying to sell us something." The two shared in a laugh, before steering the tiny ship back into the harbor. The sun set on the horizon, as Enric and Pud sang an old fisherman's tune. Neither of them noticed a small head pop out of the water behind their boat, only to disapper in a matter of seconds.

Em's Blog Day 3 (The reason today's is so short is because I had finished writing a longer, better post this morning when my computer crashed, and I lost it. I'm tired of typing now.) Today, I found out that cooking healthy is easy, and kinda fun. I'm no Emril, but I did whip up a healthy little dish for lunch that was simple to make. And it didn't A. get burned, B. taste like poop, or C. get covered in salt or cheese because it tasted so nasty. I was so proud of myself, I volunteered to make a Tortilla Casserole for dinner that I saw in a magazine. So, I thought I'd share with you the little dish that started my whole little cooking craze (I even came up with the name myself, while I was taking my dog for a walk! The Chicky stands for chicken.) Quicky Chicky And Salsa Quesadillas Ingredients: 1 oz. of deli sliced chicken 1 handful of the cheese of your choosing (I used an Italian blend) 1 Flour tortilla 1 half cup of salsa (I used Pace) Rip the tortilla in half, and lay chicken on one side. Sprinkle the cheese on top. Microwave or toast (toaster oven) both sides until warm. Add salsa on chicken side, and cover with the other half of tortilla. Serve with fresh fruit. And don't ask for the exact calorie count, although it is under 250. So there you go. I'm disgruntled at the loss of my first post, so today I'm keeping it short and sweet. Oh, and Kashi, I love you too!

You get some Brownie points for trying. (?)

Em's Blog Day 2 You know if you're going to an Italian festival, there's really not much to eat that's deep fried and smothered in cheese. I followed through with my plan by eating a ceaser salad sandwich thingy, and a water. Then my dad comes back with an order of mozzerella sticks and parmasean chips. Usually, I'd be all over that, but thank goodness for will power. (I had a handul of chips and one stick. Not good, but not bad.) So today, I had my usual healthy brekfast (A cup of juice, a little bran muffin, and some apple sauce) which took my up until my Dad's company picnic. This was held at this little county fair a few miles away, so of course, more deep fried crap on a stick was to be expected. I stuck to 3 cups of soda (It was REALLY hot, and the lunch the company provided didn't have water. I know, shame on me. I'm now OFFICIALLY cutting soda out of my diet, even though I never drank much anyways.), a hot dog, a bit of garden potato salad, the top part of a cream puff, and a few spoonfuls of ice cream. Tonight I'm babysitting a two year old, so that should burn off a little. Tomorrow, I'm back on track. Thankfully, we have no fairs or festivals planned until August. I'm also eating light for dinner, just because I feel so guilty about eating all this crap this weekend. Thanks for all the feedback and encouragement! Stats Weight: Same as yesterday, I think... Attitude: Guilty, but still focused Height: This is pretty useless, I havn't grown an inch overnight...