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Blog Thread II: Beyond Blogosphere.
Inlander:
My housemate just got back to Melbourne from her parents' place in country Victoria today. She went up there on Friday, and then when the fires hit on Saturday she stayed up there to help out. One of the towns that was destroyed by the fires was only 20 minutes away, she told me, from where she was.
Needless to say I'm incredibly relieved that she's back and safe. I've been worried all week.
Jace:
--- Quote from: benji on 10 Feb 2009, 21:00 ---EDIT: it's always hard when the people who are always helpers are in the hospital because they are so reluctant to ask for or except help from others. I can see myself falling in to that trap. I hope that, when I become in need of help from my community, I will have the courage to ask for it and accept it.
--- End quote ---
This is the curse of pretty much any good mother everywhere. My mom is still helping people non-stop. She gets sick so much more than I do because even when she needs to stop, she can't. She is just helping too many people.
Blog Thread readers, go hug your moms if you can, they've probably sacrificed a lot for you/your family. (I swear to god if you turn this into a "my mom isn't caring she is a crazy bitch" thing, I will find you, and I will break all of the bones in your hand, one by one.)
Inlander:
Yo' mama's so fat it takes five people to hug her.
Oh wait, wrong thread.
Emaline:
I was going to sue my parents, remember? Except I think it was mostly my father's doing. And my mom was the one who fixed it all.
Liz, if we fucked all the boys, I think they'd be quite happy. Its the opposite of what you want to do when you are upset with them.
Today, I walked home from quite a distance. It was night by the time I started walking. And though the weather was quite nice, it was a slight bit chilly out due to wind. The first half of the distance went well, until I heard something rustle in the leaves behind me, and some twigs break. Obviously, at this point, something with no face, but a huge grin and sharp teeth, that walked on its ankles, was following me. I could hear the drool drip off its teeth, and the clacking of its claws. So at this point, I started walking quicker.
I eventually lost the thing in a neighbor hood, that reminded me of growing up. That neighborhood lead to a field. In that field was a loud bat, who was swooping and calling. It got dreadfully close to me, and that's when I realized that it wasn't looking for bugs, it was looking for me. I knew it wanted to bite me, so I headed towards a strip mall at the end of the field, where I ducked into a locally owned grocery store. I hung around for a few minutes, and when I went back outside I could have sworn I was safe from the bat, but lo and behold, I was not. As soon as I got to the end of the street, I heard his shriek again. I turned down the first street to get away from him.
All seemed to be going well, as I walked down those dark street. I heard no noises. Nothing was too freightening, everything was going smoothly. I encountered a rock with a face, who looked like an orge all rolled up, but it did me no harm. When I made it to Main Street, I was almost home. I cut through the courthouse, and down through the parking lot. And that's where I heard it.
It sounded like heavy cutting, like two thick, sharp, metal blades crashing into each other. And also like thick points hitting the ground, clack clack clop. Obviously it was some sort of creature with hedge clipper legs. Its top would be parts of a mannequin, with bright red lips, and pencil thin eyebrows, with a stern but sullen look on its face.
Nervously, I continued walking towards my house. I was almost there. But everytime I stopped, I could hear it. Slice slice clack clack clop.
I picked up the pace again, and I made it home safe. I am now laying in bed, wishing for sleep. It is pouring down rain, and the wind is howling, and every now and then, I heard a thud! and it is quiete scary. Obviously the two creatures are back to finish their jobs. Obviously.
tl;dr : I have an over active imagination for a 20 year old female, and it is getting the best of me.
Inlander:
--- Quote from: Inlander on 10 Feb 2009, 22:49 ---My housemate just got back to Melbourne from her parents' place in country Victoria today. She went up there on Friday, and then when the fires hit on Saturday she stayed up there to help out. One of the towns that was destroyed by the fires was only 20 minutes away, she told me, from where she was.
Needless to say I'm incredibly relieved that she's back and safe. I've been worried all week.
--- End quote ---
Scratch that, she got antsy not being at her mum's house to help out seeing as how it's in an area that's in an area still officially on alert, so she went back. Ho-hum.
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