Irish looked up at the familiar sound of Nickelback played overly-loud on an ipod and almost exploded with happiness. "Wookie!" She yelled running over to her long-lost friend and hugging her tightly.
I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. - Robert McCloskey
Teacher: What do we, in the U.S enjoy from places like Mexico? Student: Wait, legally?
"Irish!" she said hugging her back. "Oh my gosh! I haven't seen you in like forever!" They pulled away from they're hug and wookie smiled. That was fun! "Hey man get my friend here some hot chocolate please." The man nodded. "so Irish what you've been up too?"
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”
Irish smiled and shrugged as the hot chocolate was passed her way and she dumped mint into it. "Nothing much, writing, singing, dancing, being nuts!" She sipped her hot chocolate and groaned with happiness. "What about you?"
I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. - Robert McCloskey
Teacher: What do we, in the U.S enjoy from places like Mexico? Student: Wait, legally?
Irish saw the look on Wookie's face and laughed. Wookie was always seeing her eat and drink weird things. "I have this mint chocolate powder thats for making hot chocolate, its the most delicious hot chocolate I've ever had in my life!"
I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. - Robert McCloskey
Teacher: What do we, in the U.S enjoy from places like Mexico? Student: Wait, legally?
"Hm interesting..." said Wookie taking another sip of her hot chocolate. "Sounds cool. Maybe I'll try it sometime. But not soon because I am an incredibly picky eater," said Wookie smiling. Why am I smiling, that's not a good thing! "Hey can I have an oatmeal cookie?" she said to the bar tender. She looked back at Irish "You want a cookie?" Hmm... I wonder if they have a jukebox here...Why do I have such a short attention span?
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”
Nutty crawls out from under a table, rubbing dust from her clothes and sleep from her eyes. "How long have I been out? Uggghh, I need a rootbeer." She says, yawning.
Irish whipped around at the sound of a very familiar voice and screamed. "Nutty! You're back!" She yelled racing toward her and hugging her overly tightly.
I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. - Robert McCloskey
Teacher: What do we, in the U.S enjoy from places like Mexico? Student: Wait, legally?
Izumi randomly walks into the tavern and sits down at the counter. He asks for some ale to sooth him from his last mission in the land of Kuklic. He worked hard on that mission and his long spiked hair was matted with dirt. After drinking down the alcoholic drink, he left in a hurry to get his next assignment.
Jasmine's car finally wheezed and died. She got out and kicked the darned thing.
"Useless piece of junk! How the heck am I supoosed to get to North Carolina now?!"
She proceeded to mumble and grumble about stupid cars and technology taking over, walking straight. She banged her head on a post and looked up.
"What on earth?"
The tavern had a huge sign on the front. 'FREE ICECREAM!! NOT REALLY BUT COME IN ANYWAY!!'
"What the heck?" she said before opening the door and stepping inside.
She walked up to the bartender and was surprised to see.....
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
...Dreamy115 crash in through the ceiling. "One martini, please." She ordered. "You're 13." Nate replied. Dreamy115 angrily jumped back through the large hole she had made in the ceiling. Then, it started to rain.
"Nate, got any cashews behind that counter?", he said across the bar. He threw his $5 coin over to Nate.
"Real money, Howler" Nate said. Howler finished walking up to the bar and handed him a $5 bill. Nate gave him a small
"Keep the change, I'm in a good mood", Howler said. He turned to his right to see Jasmine looking at something on the other side of him. Howler looked to his other side to see a hole in the ceiling with rain pouring down through it.
"Uh...", Howler spit out to Jasmine through his confusion of the hole. Jasmine just shrugged.
Howler was happy; caught up with his homework, posted a piece into the forums, and had no reason to be upset.
"So how's your day goin'?", Howler asked Jasmine.
"I'm fearless in my heart They will always see that in my eyes I am the passion, I am the warfare I will never stop Always constant, Accurate, Intense" "The Audience is Listening", by Steve Vai
