Random Short Story Failure

Here is one of the short stories I had to write for school, that I was going to post but then forgot at school but anyhow I'm actually at school right now. Oh, also:

My science teacher is currently in intensive care because he has an infection in his heart. Hopefully he'll be okay but in the meantime we're using science as a study hall. Which is why I'm writing right now.

So, the first story, which had to include the words ring, policeman, and marshmallows.

     Maurice opened the bag of marshmallows and began to roast one. As he toasted it over the coals, he heard a twig snap in the trees behind him. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder.
     A small figure dresses in white crawled out of the forest, long, dark hair covering its face. Maurice's heart began to race. The unearthly creature continued its slow descent to the campsite.
     Maurice jumped to his feet, holding the roasting fork out in a futile attempt at self-defense. The creature stood up, and for a moment its face, twisted with hatred, was visible. It bared its teeth and within an instant leapt in a vicious attack.
     The last thing Maurice saw before he died was the ring of the eclipsed moon overheard.
When the police arrived at the scene the next day they could not find the body. After hours of searching, a policeman finally found him, face frozen in silent terror, within the forest from whence the creature came.


And now school is over. Thank the floor. <--long story



Also: I tried to spike my hair but it didn't work. Instead my friend sprayed green polka dots in it. And there's a stripe, too.

Ten is a very special number.

I guess. Because there's base ten and other stuff and the metric system and whatever. But today ten is a very special number because...I have ten followers! As you may have realized, I, like many people, enjoy any semblance of fame I can achieve. So we'll ignore the fact that I actually know the 10th follower IRL. Because I do. So, congratulations. I think.

Also I finally figured out how to not count my views in the pageview counter, so I suppose I should change the title there. Which means I actually got 15 views today. Which is cool. /lame

You may also have noticed the new favicon. If you were wondering what it is (which I doubt you were, but if so, what a crazy random happenstance!) here it is:

And yeah, I'm thinking I should probably change it to just a turdle (this is a turdle, not a turtle, I know how to spell) without the text since no one can read it. Yeah. I should do that. Maybe later.

Aaaand...I had to write a short story today (and I'm terrible at writing short stories since they always sound like novel excerpts) and the only directions given were that it should be pretty short and that it had to include these three words:

1. Ring
2. Policeman
3. Marshmallows

Not one marshmallow, but many. So, anyway I figured I'd share it with anyone who actually reads my blog. If...anyone...does....

NOOOOoooooooooooo

I left it at school. So, no almost-creepy short story fails for today. Maybe tomorrow.

And that's about it. I think.


Ohhhh also for school I have to make this autobiographical multimedia presentation thing and it's supposed to be an all-year project. So I decided to make a short film. I'm going to drive around the country with a video camera...only not. I wanted to borrow one of the schools video cameras because they're better than the one I have and since it's a film I'd like to use a good camera, but apparently they used to allow people to borrow cameras and one was returned damaged and one wasn't returned for a long time. So because of two less-than-careful people, I must use a lesser camera. THE HORROR, I know, but still. Grr.

So, that's about it NOW. If I actually don't fail the movie thing I might post clips that don't include any really personal information but are still interesting. Except I probably won't, because I'll probably fail.


Laters.

This was going to be a post about...

...either the horribly depressing demise of my guitar (it was very depressing) or washing my cat (he needs washing), but a) I didn't take any pictures of my guitar, and b) I never got around to washing the cat, either.

So instead I'm going to rant at all of you and then suggest that there may be almost-interesting photos on Wednesday.

So, some brilliant person à mon école came up with the brilliant idea of having "spirit week" this week. The days are as follows:


Monday (that's today): Nerd Day
Meaning: Nearly every girl will show up in HIPSTER GLASSES because they think they are NERD GLASSES even though they AREN'T. And yeah, I realize how snooty and superior I sound.

Tuesday: Pajama Day
Meaning: I think I'm going to throw up.

Wednesday: Crazy Hair Day
Meaning: Everyone does stupid things with their hair except me*, because I'm [insert adjective of your choice here] like that.

Thursday: Crazy Hat Day
Meaning: Everyone wears stupid hats. Except maybe me. Well, either way I won't but** anyway.

Friday: Sports Day
Meaning: You tell me.

Yes, I am annoying and snoot and superior THANK YOU FOR NOTICING. It's also 3:19 am and I'm already under slept, like, chronically, 'cos insomnia and then in general I'm dumb.

And this, people, is why you never let me blog after 3 in the morning. Or ever, really, but especially not after 3 in the morning.

Also
help i'm alive
I'm listening to Metric. But anyway
bye.


*If I manage to wake up early enough and I'm actually coherent I may attempt liberty spikes. I'll probably fail, but in the event that I don't, well, hopefully I'll have some pictures of the back of my head for you. Not that you really care, but anyway.
**I would wear my*** gas mask, but I already have and anyway I have this Soviet military hat and also a rabbit fur hat. The rabbit fur hat isn't that  crazy per-say, but if I ask people to consider where the rest of the rabbit went....
***I haven't actually bought it yet, nor am I certain I'm going to. I borrowed it.