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Post by why on Feb 5, 2006 9:25:24 GMT 10
*hangs head in shame*
I'm sorry! I just cant opperate without Guy!......i mean....Guy's cool....yep....cool guy that Guy..................*cough*.....you know what, i think you're right Linny...there is a lot of coughing going on around here...maybe we're all coming down with a fever!
Anyway, i wasn't going to bring guy into the conversation...only to help the convo along...
oh fine...i wont mention him again...geez....
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Post by Sinead on Feb 5, 2006 14:37:49 GMT 10
lol
poor kate,
lets talk about something else
like, uh, .... eyebrows!!
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Post by why on Feb 6, 2006 20:22:53 GMT 10
oooh yeah...his eyebrows are cool!
whoops!...sorry.........
um...how about we talk about boxes?
I wrote a story about boxes for english...in fact, just to give someone something to read if they get REALLY REALLY bored, i might post it here....hehe.....its sooo random!!
Boxes
I love boxes. I can’t say that I’ve loved boxes as long as I can remember, because I can just remember a time before boxes, but I’m sure it’d come pretty close. I could tell you the exact time in my life – probably right to the date – when my fascination with boxes began, but for now I’ll just tell you that it started when I was about nine years old.
It was the weekend, but as far as I can remember that didn’t really mean much back when I was in year four because school days seemed like holidays anyway. My mother had let me invite my best friend Bre over, and we were playing Treasure Island on the computer.
All of a sudden, our big, brass door bell rang and my mother stood up from her coffee at the kitchen table to open the front door. Bre and I stopped playing the game to find out who the stranger at the door was. We couldn’t see them because the wall to the computer room was covering the majority of their body and face, but we could hear what they were saying. We first heard my mum say hello and a deep male voice answered her. For the next five or so minutes, all we could hear was the two of them discussing something in private until finally the man said out loud, “thank you ma’am. Now if you could sign here, I’ll get the boys to bring ’er in.”
I remember Bre saying, “Who’s her? Do you think your mum has gotten tired of Jen and ordered a new sister for you?” After she said that we had laughed for a while and then returned to our game. We completely forgot about the man at the door and “her”.
Eventually Bre and I grew tired of Treasure Mountain and decided to become explorers and brave the terrifying expanse of the kitchen in the hope of discovering some chips. We walked down the hall quickly and quietly like intrepid travellers from afar and at long last we rounded the corner into the kitchen. It was then that we discovered who “she” was.
My initial reaction was to run as fast as I could and find my mum, but I thought better of it. I remember looking over at Bre and seeing that she was just as perplexed as I. We slowly entered the room and crept over to the strange object. We had no idea what it was or what it was for. All we knew was what we could see, and we could see it was massive. It seemed to have adopted the space in a corner of the kitchen in which our little old Kelvinator had used to reside.
After about ten minutes of mutual silence in the kitchen, Bre and I hear footsteps in the hallway and mum walked in. As soon as I saw her face I yelled, “Mum! What’s killed Kel?!” (For ‘Kel’ had been my mum’s pet name for the fridge.) Mum let out a short kind of giggle and said, “Don’t worry, nothing’s killed Kell. He just got a bit old to work properly and we had to buy a new fridge. This one’s a bit bigger than Kel, but we can fill in the extra space with treats if you like. Anyway, what are you girls looking for?”
After Bre and I had explained that we were fearless explorers on a mission to find chips, mum showed us where the Smiths were. We grabbed a packet each and we were just leaving the kitchen when mum called out, “Why don’t you two go and make a cubby house or something out of the new fridge’s box? It’s nice and big. I think the delivery men put it in the garage.”
So we snuck into the garage like secret agents hoping to get back to their base without being kidnapped by the evil scientist who wanted to take over the world and make science the only subject at school. The box wasn’t hard to find considering how colossal it was. When we did find it we saw that it would easily have fit about four people inside with room for some teddy bears as well.
We had some difficulty dragging the box into the lounge room and when we finally got it in there, we decided it was too conspicuous to be a secret base. It didn’t matter though because as I walked around the huge lump of construction cardboard, I remember seeing a million possibilities. I suddenly felt so excited about the box that I wanted to sprint right into it and toy with all the possibilities at once! I restrained myself though and merely shouted, “Bre! Quick! Get back in the time-booth before the T-rex catches you!” Bre screamed and came running toward me and the box as I began to press the buttons in the shiny new machine that had just appeared in front of me.
As soon as she had stepped into the booth I felt it start to shake as though we were in an earth-quake. I punched the big, green ‘start’ button and the booth vanished from my lounge-room with Bre and me inside. We materialised in ancient Rome next to the Colosseum. As soon as the booth stopped moving, we walked outside and into the fresh, Roman air. Of course, when I say fresh, I really mean air that had been combined with the smell of horses and new chariots. We walked into the grand stadium and saw the emperor with his wife. The emperor smiled and waved at us and we waved back. As soon as the show in the stadium was over though, we knew we should be leaving for somewhere else as it would be dinner time at home soon.
That afternoon, Bre and I explored the wonders of the moon as we jumped and flew on its surface just before the eagle landed; ancient Egypt as the pyramids were being built; and even a Spice Girls concert in London. We had stopped only when we heard my mum telling us that Bre’s mum had come to pick her up and that my dinner was ready.
After Bre left, my mum gave me my dinner and we sat at the table while my dad read the paper. I remember my mum asking me, “Why did you and Bre call me ‘you majesty’ when dad came home from work? What were you playing at the time, because I think I might like it.”
I giggled and said, “Well…The box that the fridge came in turned into a time-machine and Bre and I travelled everywhere! We went to Rome and the moon and Egypt and even to the dinosaur time!”
After I’d told my mum about our adventures, I said, “Do you think I could keep the box in case I ever wanted to go back to the moon?”
Mum just smiled and said, “Sarah, you don’t need a box to go to the moon. You got there today by using your imagination! You can go back there any time you like!”
I didn’t say anything at the time – only smiled and let her hug me – but I can’t help thinking that without my time-booth…sorry, box, there to help me, I never would have seen the beauty of Rome or the marvel of the pyramids. I don’t believe in fairies anymore, but I still believe in boxes.
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Post by why on Feb 6, 2006 20:24:39 GMT 10
oh man!
that should go in stories!!! I'm sorry everyone!! I'm really really sorry!!
man kate is stoopid!!
and to make sure this post isnt a complete waste like the one above it I'll say:
Has anyone read "rachel's tears"?
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Post by whendovescryforguy on Feb 12, 2006 17:01:00 GMT 10
oh man! that should go in stories!!! I'm sorry everyone!! I'm really really sorry!! man kate is stoopid!! and to make sure this post isnt a complete waste like the one above it I'll say: Has anyone read "rachel's tears"? |
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Post by why on Feb 18, 2006 14:39:06 GMT 10
hehehehe i know you have amby! if you hadn't told me about it, i never would've read it!
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Post by Megan on Apr 13, 2006 1:40:35 GMT 10
ohhh i just found this HELLO!
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Post by Linsu on Apr 14, 2006 11:26:37 GMT 10
hehe...............What can I say Megan..........welcome......to chit chat.....it was an idea
from Sinead.....to have a space where Guy is not the centre of the universe......haha
yea I know.....but anything for our lovely Sinead........haha.....
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Post by Megan on Apr 14, 2006 18:42:41 GMT 10
ahahh gr8 idea sinead!!!!!!
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