Continuation # 22

There he stood, his slick cowboy hat lazily tossed onto his chestnut brown hair. Beneath the misleading hat peered an innocent face, deep green eyes pulled me into the ominous figure. I found myself mesmerized by the soft tone of this man's demeanor.
“I’m waiting.” A silky voice rang through my mind, hitting my reality switch. My body went into panic-mode, my mind furiously fought off the now rapid intrusion of the warm voice.
“Jiggy! I’m hearing voices!!” I screamed, clasping my hands to my ears trying to block out the voice. Jiggy smiled at the nearby spectators, as if to say “She does this all the time!”
I glanced at the man with the eclectic eyes. He was smirking, and it was NOT making me feel anymore comfortable about the situation. Despite my body and mind’s furious protest, I felt myself being urged closer to the cowboy. I demanded my legs to stop moving but they still brought me closer to my, what seemed at the time, doom. I felt a rough tug on my arm and a message surged through my brain “Not fast enough.”
Jiggy by now was giving me a discerning look. She simply turned to the waitress and ordered another Cocoa.
“Hello!! We are waiting!”
“Hurry up!”
“Stay with us for awhile.”
The messages were spinning through my mind faster than I could process. I was struggling control my feet still until one phrase echoed through my mind.
“Care for a doughnut?”
That was it. The cowboy man was standing in front of me, arm extended, offering a gift from the gods. I felt the drool slightly trickle down my chin. I didn’t mind. I was in complete “doughnut-mode” and nothing could rag me out of my trance. My legs urged forward, my lips jutted out, begging for the succulent morsel. My thoughts were screaming at my mouth for falling victim once again for the tasty pastry’s hold on me.
“That’s it, darlin’.” The cowboy cooed, with a terribly forced southern accent. My head turned back to Jiggy, who was feasting madly on the bowl of popcorn placed in front of her. My neck twisted to see a man pathetically putting moves on a rather risqué dressed woman. I took in my surroundings, making sure no one could steal my sweet treasure. As I surveyed the room I felt a rough hand grasp my chin and turn my head to the doughnut. The cowboy tightened his grip on my chin threateningly.
“Focus on the doughnut. Nothing matters anymore…” He whispered. I nodded thoughtlessly.
“Doughnut….” I moaned unintelligently. It was mine. I reached out and placed the delicious morsel into my mouth, letting the sweet taste satisfy every one of my senses.
“Glazed…” I mumbled through the food in my mouth.


This is for last week. I didn’t get an opportunity to post it, my poppy kicked me off. Yes, I was supposed to do it earlier. I know… I will post if I write any more.

This gum is groooosssss.... #21

I could just get up and throw it away but the garbage can is a cross the room and I don’t want to get up!
I'm on my dad's ghetto lap-top. Well, it’s not "ghetto" but it only cost him $30 bucks on eBay, and it is old as crud. But it works wonderfully and is way easy to type on.

Just trying to get my 500 words and I felt like typing on Johnny, which is the name I have bestowed on this wonderful lap-top. Johnny works like a charm, surprisingly. My dad really likes it, even though it’s old. He worked a bunch on it to get like the hard drive in or something. That's why it’s so cheap. I love watching him work on our computers, I'm intrigued. Today my pappy bought a new computer, you know, the mother board thing. He showed me how to put it, it was really interesting. But now he decided that he's going to take the computer to his work instead of keeping it here.
"The one we are using works fine!!" he says. "We don't need it here as much!" he moans. Sureeee. I don't have term projects; I don't have the undeniable urge to play Sims. I WANT A Fast COMPUTER! My family isn't POOR but they aren’t rich (like over half the people in rhapsody, but don’t get me started about how loaded they are). I just would love to get a brand new one. Like a black one, or something. When I start working and making a life for myself, I plan to get a hyped-up lap-top. My brother did that for his graduation gift and he loves it. It’s the perfect size to take to class, and it helps him so much. Plus it plays games like a dream!! My brother is a big star-war gamer. My whole family is pretty much comic book/video game freaks, or has been at sometime in their life. It's not a bad thing. My 27 year old brother is seriously the smartest guy I know, and provides for his family. He is a great people person and could seriously get a job doing anything, if he puts his mind to it. And though he is this intellectual, brilliant mind, he still obsesses over his batman and superman comics. Actually his favorite is Hellboy. But anyway. I'm just saying, through all these years, it just seems so nice to have a running computer. I mean, I know that people “back then” (which weren’t too long ago) had no computer but come on. I'm in the "Generation of Technology". I WANT TO CHECK MY EMAIL! IT’S MY NATURE! I guess I'm just a computer geek, but I don’t mind. It gives me something to do when I'm procrastinating.

Well, Shower time.

Bye!!

I've got soul but I'm not a soldier... #20

Wow, Up to twenty posts now. That’s wonderful.

I got checked out today... Yay for me. I'm sick, and I have to go to voice lessons soon. I'm really nervous; this is only my second lesson.
I'm sitting here, dreading my lesson, waiting for my STUPID SCANNER TO GO FASTER, and mourning over the loss of the Pepsi I just dropped.
Life is good.

I thought I would talk about relaxation in this blog. Just because right now I am incredibly relaxed, even though MY STUPID SCANNER IS SLOW. ...Ehhhem. 17% completed.

Had a long day? Thoughts lingering around a term project deadline nearing? Stop. Listen to music. Take a nap. Clear your mind. Relax

Relaxation is something that not most people find these days. With the entire hectic struggle for money and fame, people forget to slow down and breathe. Then they turn blue and pass out from holding their breath so long. Every day I see my mom come home strung out and exhausted from stressing over her work. She hates her job and it drains her to worry so much about it, but one thing that calms her down is seeing my nephew, her grandchild. Ezra. The point I'm trying to reach with my mom is that there are different ways to relax. For me are a nice music, and a good sketching session. For my mother, it is spoiling her grandchildren and not her children who still live at home, but that is another story. Others just love a good jog, or run around the block (psychos). Find your relaxation, find your peace, and stick with it. Don't hold in and let everything out. Everyone needs a good yell, or maybe a fight. I know that when I have held everything in for a long time, letting it all out on a pillow or a friend with a good listening ear is something that lifts the weight and stress off of my shoulders. Do any of these relaxation methods work for you?

28%.

1. To make lax or loose: relax one's grip.
2. To make less severe or strict: relax a curfew.
3. To reduce in intensity; slacken: relax one's efforts.
4. To relieve from tension or strain: The warm bath relaxed me

Interesting. I never thought of the first two definitions at first, but it makes sense.

I better go get some rest; I have to go to voice lessons in… an hour and a half.

Wish me luck, friends.

Sarah

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