Trix Are For Kids...

You know, Trix aren't only for kids. Teenagers can eat them too. But, I don't know the last time I Trix. Even though Trix are for kids, Tricks are for everyone. All over the world, people are playing Tricks on other people. Tricks that are fun and harmless, and others that are cynical and harmful. You know, that I think about it, a lot of people take life as a game. They think that their life has a restart button like games do. But it doesn't. Life isn't a game. It's reality. There's no such thing as do overs or extra life. Granted there are few people who have had the chance to do so, but it's very rare. Trix are for kids, but Tricks are for everyone.

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night...

It was a dark and stormy night...sorry, i cant continue anymore. Ms. I said I shouldnt do stories that start with this.

"Who's there?"
*floor creeks*
"Hello?"
*footsteps*
"Dad? Mom? Nikki?"
*door creeks*
"Seriously, that's not funny guys."
Door from behind opens.
"Nikko what are you doing?"
"WHAT THE! oh. Dad, you scared me."
"What are you doing up at 2 in the morning?"
"I dunno, i thought i heard someone scream. I checked Nikki's room, but she's sleeping. I was about to go to your room but then I heard footsteps. And then a door creek."
"From where?"
"Downstairs."
"I'll go check."
"Is mom still sleeping?"
"Yeah, she's the one who woke me up to see what was going on."
"Oh"

"No one's there. Everthing seems to be in place."
"Maybe I was just dreaming then."
"Maybe, now go to sleep. You have school tomorrow."
"Yeah, goodnight."
"Goodnight."

Colourless, Green, Ideas, Sleep, Furiously...

There once was a guy named Colourless Fields. He was named this because when he came out of his moms wombs, he was really pale. Sadly, his favourite colour is also the only colour he sees. He loves the colour Green. Everything else is a shade of grey. He has many Ideas. From what to do next, to where to go, and even what to eat. He was a diverse guy. And could do wonderful things in life. But he has a disease. A disease that forces him to sleep at any time of the day for no reason. However, it doesnt stop there. Everytime he falls asleep. he always has nightmares. All from death, to lost, and to pain. So everytime he wakes up, he wakes up furiously. Until one day............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

WTF...

WHAT THE FUDGE! I dunno....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Did you know that WTF is FTW backwords? So pretty much, What the fudge is For the win. Weird eh?.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................I don't like this topic just because it's in relation to swearwords..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Character Sketches...

1."Heeeeyy Budddy, how's it going?"
2."oh hey, it's alright. OH YO! I GOT MY N MAN!"
1."OH WHAT! CRAAZZZY. Yo let me see your license."
2."oh yeah here."
1."HAHAHA. Dude, you look like a terrorist here."
2."Shut up man. No smiling in license pictures. OH YEAH. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW CAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR LICENSE. AHAHAHHA."
1."oh whatever man. I don't need it right now."
2."yeah well you'll wish you got it."
1."whatever man, let's go to class."

1. James Michael, 17, with 1 older brother, and an older sister. He was born in Vancouver, BC on April 17, 1992. He's 6'0 and has a good build. His features include brown eyes and black short hair. He's really athletic and incredibly smart. He spends most of his time bussing and walking to where he needs to go because he doesn't have his License yet. He's part of the highschool basket ball team and is a 4.0 student. He has a girlfriend and he's been with her for a while. However, before, they were always on and off, only now are they taking it seriously. James doesn't know what to do in the future, but he's keeping his options open by taking all the science, math, and english courses. If anything, James has a bright future.

2. Joe Bradshaw, 17, and an only child. He was born in Richmond, BC on September 28, 1992. He's 5'10 with barely a build. His blue eyes contrast his stylish, black comb over hair. Joe has a 3.0 average in school, but grades aren't his thing. He's getting a 100% in his Art Class right now and it's well deserved. He wants to grow up to be a well known artist. He spends hours and hours with a pencil and paper. However, he also spends some time at night doing some graffiti. He's never been caught, and he hopes to keep it that way. Now that he has his N, he rely's on the 1992 Honda Civic Hatchback his Dad bought him for his birthday. He's not an immature driver, he likes to follow the rules. Joe works at Best Buy and he's been working there for a while now. He likes it there, but wishes he didn't have to work so much. Joe is single, but for good reasons. He doesn't want to have a girlfriend until he's ready to support her. Joe hopes to find that one special girl that he'll stick with for the rest of his life.

TEXTING:
James: Yo dude. are you busy today? mind giving me a ride man?
Joe: ummmm. what time?
James: in an hour or so
Joe: where?
James: just to the mall. too lzy to bus there. takes so long.
Joe: i guess so. let me just finish something.
James: aight. well just give me a call or whatever when youre coming.
Joe: yeah

Things Under My Bed...

Literally, under my bed there are 2 cubbies. One for my brother, and one for me. His is filled with toys and other stuff that I don't even know how it got there. In mine, there's a box of complete lego units, CD's, shoe boxes, and other junk.
On a deeper level, I guess you could say that there's a lot under my bed. I guess you can say that's where I put all my emotion when I have to put it aside for other people. I don't mind putting it there. It's pretty funny because sometimes, if i put something in there, I find it like months later and laugh at what happened. Other times, I keep wanting to pull something out, but I can't. I just have to leave it there and wait for the right time to pull it out.
I guess that's what's under my bed. All my emotions. The ones that I have to put away so that I can tend to others first. Before, it used to be really full. now, it's not so much. But before, those emotions were more quantity than quality. Now it's different. Though not a lot may be under my bed, the stuff that is in there is something that means a lot to me. I guess you can say my deeper emotions.

The Wettest Place In My Room Is...

probably where all my sorrows lay. You know how some people say "I'm drowned in problems." I would say that if I'm having problems, the wettest place in my room would be where I am. But that's only when I'm having problems. Other than that, my rooms pretty dry. My rooms cold too. I don't have the heat on...............................................................................................................................