Prom was on Friday night. And I was stuck watching the worst TV programs I had ever seen in my life. Since I am but a measely sophmore, they would not allow me to go to the prom without a Junior or senior date. None of my older friends asked me and I didn't get to go. Diana liked it and I haven't heard from anyone else. Oh well. The drearyness of being a semi-unpopular teen.

But I'm not bitter. No, not at all.

but still,... *sigh*

All purpose mark

Okay, I have a very amusing creative writing class. And there are many a story about that class.

One of which involves a conversation between me and Carrie.
I was telling her about when I was in seventh grade my mother got one of my warts removed thru means of liquid Nitrogen. A lot of blood collected under that pact of skin till there was an inch high bubble on my finger. Me, being the werid person I am, liked to chew on this bubble because of its enjoyable resilence.

One day, the last period of the day, I was sitting in study hall, absent-mindedly chewing away on my bubble when suddenly some lukewarm metallic tasted liquid burst in my mouth. I cupped my hands as the blood from my bubble flowed out and pooled into my hands. I had no idea what to do. Here I was, in the middle of study hall with a pool of blood in my hands. It's not exactly something that happens everyday.

Now, what I actually did really isn't that interesting. I sat very quite for the rest of the class except for when I tried to wipe my hands off on a piece of paper. That didn't work very well. Once the bell rang I ran over to the nearest bathroom and throughly washed my hands. However I still was sitting in a public area with my hands full with blood. That notion is amusing in of itself.

So me and Carrie got to talking about my missed oppertunities to be really freaky. We came up with many scenarios, some of which I will now share with you...

Say to who ever sees the blood, "I just couldn't take it any more. They were driving me crazy."

or "The bodies were like that when i got there."

or "you know that really annoying kid in our history class that you hate so much? Well, I did you a little favor, if you know what I mean..."

or the plain and simple "Opps."

There was also a few running out into the hall and screaming scenarios.

Run out into the hall and scream "I did it, I finally did it. They thought was was to chicken, but I sure showed them!"

or "I love the smell of fresh blood in the morning!"

or just laughing manically. That one is all-purpose.

Then I got to thinking, some of you all might want to contribute to our little disscussion. You got a good idea, let's hear it. somethingmorbid88@yahoo.com.
And remember, nothing nasty.

Mark

Here something humorus for you all in cyberland. I was in my creative writing class and my friends Lily Diana and Carrie were talking about this one girl that submitted poetry to the literary magizine they worked on. They refused to publish it and the girl thought it was because it was to morbid. We'll let you all decide.

I am a Vampire
I like to drink blood
grrr.
I am a creature of the night
fear me, you mortal...

It just goes down hill from there.

What I think I'm trying to say is that your beautiful works of art that you worked ever so hard on can still be shit. You have to listen to what all those critics are saying or else you end up like this girl here.

morbid enough for you?
Mark