iight so i’d like to talk about my amazing day of Sept. 17, 2009:
so this morning a woke up sick, yet again. methinks i have another sinus infection…thanks freshman! i swear them disease carrying under classmen tried giving me swaids…*if you dont know what swaids is you’ll know in a later posting.* but anyways, so i felt like shit alll dayy *keep this in mind*. so i went to school, in a yucky mood. & i felt like punching babies in the throat that how bad i feel. so school was kinda lame as usual nothing new. but yeah so i still haven’t eaten any zebra :’(. but yeah so im pissed because i got detention for not having my spanish book & my mom dropped it off during 2nd period, *thanks ma* so yeah after school is where the fun is. im on my bus & this stupid girl thinks it would be funny to throw gatorade on an old man on a bike, why the fuck did the red gatorade get on MY ALL WHITE cashmere sweater?!?!? das fck!!! so i go home pissed. & then i go get ready for work. on my way to work i get on the bat bus, *because my broke ass doesnt have a car* but yeah why did i see a bitch & her son & i think daughter all have fades. & her son was wearing a pink sweater with a pink flower on it *MADD HOMO*. but yeah so now im at work sick as shit still & i had to deal with regular gym folk. & this is a note IF YOU USE THE STAIR CLIMBER USE IT PROPERLY!!! after i put hand sanitizer on my germy hands to find out i had a paper cut >:O!!! & some haitian guy is named kobby *YUCK*. the best part of my day was cranberry juice & 2 cute white guys!!! & i currently do not have budd or zebra yet!!!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
my fabulous day...cough cough
Story Bonus Chapter 5 and a Half
Deep in the Rain PLUS Chapter 5 and a Half
Life is a play and the people watching the play are those who live their lives within my story. Every five chapters, one of these chapters will appear, let’s call it a “Half” chapter. In these half chapters, all my characters will be watching the play; the characters that are introduced in my story will come to watch and the characters that die will leave the show. That’s all the info you need to know for now, shall we begin?
I opened my eyes to find myself inside a limousine, I must’ve dozed off for a second because I feel so tired. The seats are covered in silk; it’s very comfortable but one thing that sticks in my mind is “When did I get in the car?”. I go to look out the window, but they’re so tinted that I can’t see a thing. I consider rolling down my window but by the sounds I can hear outside, it sounds like it’s raining quite heavily.
Apparently I’m not the only one in here, across from me on the opposite end is a young man in a black suit. I extend my hand out to introduce myself “Good evening, my name is …”
He shook my hand and replied “Hello … my name is Toshi Mezzanotte.”
We sat there for a bit in the awkward silence till suddenly the car slowed down and stopped. The door to my right opened and in stepped a young girl in a long white and pink striped dress. She headed to sit to the right of me and after she sat down we all introduced ourselves, apparently her name was Chi Innocenza. The car continued forward, we began to converse; nothing important, just little things. It was only a few more minutes till we picked up another person, he introduced himself as Dr. Quinn January. He was a tall slender man with a large fluffy tail, I couldn’t tell how old he was; a mystery indeed.
Quinn sat down but before the driver continued on the door beside me opened again. Everyone grabbed their umbrellas and began to head out. I looked to my left and found a small black umbrella by me, I hesitated at first not knowing whether or not it was mine but grabbed it anyway and began to open it as I headed out the vehicle. We were all standing outside and I was right, it was raining really hard. I turned to the limou, remembering I forgot to shut the door, but the car was no where to be seen. “It must have left already.” I thought to myself but as I looked down I noticed that there was no road either; only the cobblestone sidewalk that we were standing on.
Lining the sidewalk was a small cobblestone wall with dark iron lampposts. I walked over to the wall and looked beyond only to find a vast ocean of emptiness. The water was so dark, it was as if the night sky was being poured into it. I was tired and confused so I decided to head back to the group when I tripped on something. I looked down to find a small plaque, it had a picture on it that looked like a person trying to grasp the moon; I couldn’t really tell though because my glasses were so wet. Below the poem were some words that read:
“Watching and wondering why,
We must wait to wave goodbye;
Welcome to the world.”
I looked down below the poem to see that the author’s name was scratched out. I ignored it and smiled “What an odd poem.” I thought to myself as I began to head back.
In front of me now was the opera house, the theatre I had come to, to see the play called “Vita”. Lots of people had gathered from all over to see this show; it was that good. As I entered through the large wooden doors I found that all of us were wearing nametags. I don’t recall putting a nametag on but it didn’t really matter anyway. Most of the people I couldn’t make out, their faces were shadowy and their nametags were blurry.
“It must be my glasses.” I thought to myself as I cleaned them off. But when I put them back on, everything still was the same.
I was amazed at all the different looking people. All in suits and dresses, I felt like I was at a high end theatre. There were giant people there too, what a sight that was, truly amazing. I finally caught up with the group and as we began to head to our seats, I saw a man exiting the theatre. The play was going to start soon so I decided to go after him to let him know. I opened the door to find myself outside and the man was gone however another man was there. The man looked up at me but his face was shadowy so I couldn’t see his face or expression for that matter. He walked over to me and bowed “My name is Douglas, I am an usher” he said as he removed his hand from behind his back. In his hand was a small blue flower, it was beautiful and looked familiar for some reason.
Douglas guided me back in and after taking my ticket he showed me to my seat. After giving me a quick layout of the building he bowed and left. We all sat ready, the lights dimmed, the curtains rose and the show began.
-END
Hope you like it, questions comments whatever you want to say I’m glad to hear it.
Cheers,
-Midnitez
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Beauty and the Beads
“Hi, I’m Pam. Come on back and we’ll get started.” I rose to follow my smiling college admissions counselor back to her office. Going back to school as an adult is exciting and scary all at the same time. I was anxious to hear what Pam had to say about my old college credits and the exams I was about to take.
We walked in to her small office and sat down. She began going over the list of credits that would transfer and other things. Then, I could hear the buzzing of my cell phone in my purse. Pam asks me if I need to take the call.
“No, it’s my husband. He has my little one at home. He’s her daddy. He should be able to manage without me.” One would think.
We laughed and went on with the meeting. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“Better take it. Sorry.” No problem, she says.
I answer to the panicked voice of my husband. “She’s shoved beads up her nose!”
“Slow down,” I say. “She shoved what up her nose?” Pam’s eyes across the desk get huge.
“Beads! She got into Gracie’s beads. She has them way up her nose! What do I do?” he asks, completely frantic and talking a hundred miles an hour.
“You could take her to the hospital. It’s practically across the street,” I suggest calmly. As Max’s mom, nothing surprises me or alarms me anymore.
“You have the car seat!” he reminds me loudly.
“Okay, then call the doctor. They can tell you what to do.”
“What’s the number?” I rattle it off like any mother can do with a doctor’s phone number. “Do they know her?” he asks.
“Do they know her?” I repeat. Pam grins and shrugs. “Of course they know her. It’s her doctor. I don’t just memorize random physician phone numbers.” I am sarcastic and not panicking because I can hear Max chattering away happily in the background. She can obviously breathe and he is panicking enough for the both of us. “Just call them. Kids do this all the time. They probably know some great tricks.”
“Okay, I’ll call them. Bye.” He hangs up.
I calmly go back to my meeting. Pam says she could never be that calm. I remind her that I have three kids so this isn’t the first time one of them stuck something up their nose. I also give her a little background on the infamous Max. She just laughs and shakes her head. “Okay, then. I guess we can get back to academics!” she says.
“Yes.”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. “Or not. Hello?” The voice on the other end of the phone is much calmer now, having managed to get the beads out of Max’s nose all by himself.
“He got them out,” I tell Pam, who has leaned across her desk grinning, interested to know what’s going on.
“How?” she asks.
I grin and tell her: “He said he popped her nose like a zit and they came shooting out!” We lost it and died laughing.
Leave it to Max to make a spectacle of herself even from miles away. Something tells me that is an admissions interview that Pam will remember for a long time.
Zipcar startet ein Car Sharing Programm an der University of Alabama
Ein neues Programm an der University of Alabama gibt Studenten wie auch der Fakultät Mobilität, durch eine bequeme, kostengünstige und umweltfreundliche Alternative zum eigenen Autobesitz.
Zipcar, der weltweit größte Car-Sharing-Dienst, und die Abteilung Department of Transportation der University of Alabama starteten mit dem gemeinsamen Autos Zipcar-Sharing-Programm auf dem Campus UA. Als erstes Car-Sharing-Programm im Bundesstaat Alabama, wird dieser Service dabei helfen die Nachfrage nach Parkplätzen auf dem Universitätsgelände und die damit zusammen hängenden Staus zu verringern, sowie der Fakultät und den Studenten eine kostengünstige und umweltfreundliche Alternative zum Autobesitz anbieten.
Dozenten, Mitarbeitern und Studenten zahlen eine Anmelde-und Jahresgebühr sowie jeweils eine Gebühr für jede gefahrene Stunde oder Tag an Zipcar. Das Benzin, die Wartung, Versicherung, wie auch die reservierten Parkplätze sind in den geringen Stunden-und Tagessätze bereits enthalten.
Zipcar besitzt bereits ein Netzwerk von mehr als 6.500 Fahrzeugen in ganz Großbritannien und Nordamerika und ist auf den folgenden Universitätsgeländen in den USA vorhanden: MIT, Columbia, Georgetown, University of Florida, Emory University, Georgia Institute of Technology, University of Minnesota, University of North Carolina, UCLA und der Arizona State University.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
1 Cortinthians 15-55
lyrics to song by the guess who, about dj wolfman jack
awakeMonday, September 14, 2009
14-SEPTEMBER-2009 "Global slump oiled Indian auto wheels"
The Indian auto industry came of age and emerged as a global “strategic market” when recession drove auto giants into panic in the first world. India and China which were hailed as the “next great frontiers” for companies globally. And the small car long the backbone of the Indian market, proved big, keeping demand going in the domestic market while also helping spread across the globe. Companies like Ford, General Motors, Honda and Hyundai took a fresh perspective of India, to learn the now-crucial basics of “frugal engineering”, making fuel efficient small cars at low cost.
“As companies and consumers across the globe try to cut costs, emerging giants can take even greater advantage of their production models, based on cheaper local labour, lower costs and other such traits. In addition, they can fall back on their domestic markets, which are still growing,” KPMG says in its update on the industry while forecasting “growing importance” for companies dominating these markets.
“The scrappage incentive has certainly helped all those passenger car makers in India who export to Europe as it spurred demand for new cars, especially small, fuel-efficient compact cars,” Hyundai India MD HS Lheem said. The turmoil also warned companies against overexuberance. “It was a shock that called for some amount of introspection, and made companies realise the importance of rationalisation of investments and capacities,” says Mohit Arora, who tracks the Indian auto industry at JD Power’s Singapore office.
Agrees Maruti MD S Nakanishi. “The economic collapse told us, the corporates, that nothing is sacrosanct. If a big corporate like Lehman can collapse, then why not others? The collapse was a clear message against invincibility. It told us that in an ever dynamic world, there is only one way out, keep doing better than yesterday,’’ he said.
A Drive In The Country...HIS Perspective
I finally got to see W…the famine ended.
We met in our spot. A long, lingering kiss. Many more little kisses. Laying on a blanket. So nice, sunny, breezy. Cool. Sparkling sun.
We talked, caught up on the week for the events in both of our lives. It had been days since we’d talked. Emails and chat are decent enough substitutes when you really can’t talk on the phone. They can’t hold a candle to actually talking in person.
I kept staring into her beautiful eyes.
She told me that today was about me; that she wanted to make me cum. She suggested road head; I’d never had it before. I was secretly thinking of suggesting it, but she beat me to the punch.
She thought she was hungry, so we went to a local restaurant, but we didn’t order any food. We sat and talked. A lot. One of the best conversations we’ve ever had.
After a while, it was time to go.
I drove her car.
I quickly got us on the freeway; I had a country road in the middle of nowhere in mind. I couldn’t stop smiling with the idea of road head. I was actually a little worried– not so much about being caught. I figured we wouldn’t have to worry about the police. I did worry about being able to control the car; W is an expert at what she is able to do with her mouth. She drives me crazy. I love it.
It wasn’t long before she had me unzipped and was playing with my cock, her hand and my cock hidden under my shirt.
Once we had been on the freeway for a while, we hit a stretch of road where there weren’t cars in front of behind of us for several hundred yards, and we were keeping pace with traffic.
“Please put my cock in your mouth,” I half asked, half pleaded her.
She obliged, unbuckling the seatbelt and bending over. He mouth felt incredible– warm, wet, soft. Completely fuckable. I had the car on cruise control, and I was managing to steer pretty well.
And so it went for a mile, two or three, at best. After a while, I could see a car coming up behind us. I asked her to get up. She did, but I sighed a long sigh.
We traveled a few more miles. The exit came upon us quickly. It took a few more minutes to come to the ideal country road; no stoplight, paved, two lane. Farms on either side. Perfect.
“Ok, I think it’s time,” I told her.
Actually, I don’t remember exactly what I told her, I just told her something because all I could think about was her mouth on my cock.
She swallowed me whole. Her technique is amazing, gentle, teasing at times, fierce and urgent at others. During the whole time I was trying to keep my eyes on the road, which wasn’t easy, given the fact that a beautiful woman was sucking my cock and all I had to do was glance down in order to see it.
I managed to keep my speed close to what I thought the limit was; I hadn’t seen any signs, but wasn’t that worried. I also was able to keep in my lane, no doubt a testament to all of the racing videogames I played as a kid. The road was mercifully straight most of the journey, but there were a few gentle turns.
She kept up her ministrations to my member. (Alliteration, anyone?)
I no time, I knew I was going to cum. It was unbelievable. I kept my eyes open. (We had actually talked about this earlier, if I would be able to keep them open or not. I knew I had to. She thought I would.)
And still she kept sucking while I kept cumming.
I pulled over in the gravel driveway of a farm. I gave her a kiss, zipped up and told her it was time to return the favor.
I turned the car around and pulled back onto the country road we had just driven down.
My hand went instinctively between her legs. She was so wet to the touch, a welcome sensation. She spread her legs (as much as was possible in her car) and I drove with my left hand and fingered her with my right. In no time, her legs began to shake and her breathing grew heavy. She was cumming. Moaning.
She was loud. Very loud. Maybe it was the small car, I don’t know. In any case it was nice to hear her be so loud.
I got her off again a few hundred feet before we turned onto the road that led to the interstate, which led to our divergence back into our regular lives.
For now.
I miss you, W.
-R-
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