Writer's Block: Cryptozoology

Of those, I'd say Loch Ness Monster. I'm so fascinated with the possibilty that there might be prehistoric creatures still roaming around out there. Why not? The water is a hard place to find stuff. Especially in the ocean.

I'm being lazy. I have some replies to answer, but I'm being bad and not answering them yet. Sorry, guys! I promise to answer soon. I might even do them later tonight. I'm really sleepy tonight for some reason.

Can't believe it's the 21st now. Where has October gone? Love this month. Love Halloween. Still bummed that I don't get to go out with Aaron for his third Halloween. I'm excited it's almost time to make my cupcakes for the bake sale though! Going to do them the day before, because I'll work that night, but I'll have the afternoon to make them.

I'm playing the Monopoly game at McD. I'm not super fond of their food, but I like it well enough to go and get stuff once in a while to get my little pieces. Then I can get on-line and roll the dice on my board. I'm such a nerd; it's so much fun to watch my little piece go around and see what I get. Sometimes I win 25 Coke points and I can enter sweeps and dream of a cruise to Alaska or a trip to Hawaii. Ah, if only.

And I'm not sure why, but a little tiny blip for you to read. I wrote it last year while I was supposed to be writing NaNo. It was 1AM and I was feeling weird... So the story is a bit over-the-top in some areas.

Two brothers walked down the sidewalk, a soda in one hand and an icecream in the other. Summer pressed in on their thin shoulders with sweltering glee. The temptation to kick off shoes and go barefoot was only tempered by the knowledge that sun on cement nearly equaled the fires of Hell.

The younger of the two motioned to a house with his soda. "That house is yellow."

His brother, elder only by two years, appraised it with the wisdom of an old soul. "No it's not. It's the color of week old piss."

A suitable gasp, followed by, "You said piss!" issued forth from the scandalized lips of the toe-headed six year old.

"Yeah, 'cause I'm older than you. I can talk like that. Don't say, piss. You're still in Kindergarten. I'm in second grade."

Silence for a few more cracks (of which the kindergartner was careful not to step on lest he receive a broken back for his mistake), and then, "How do you know? You've never seen week old piss."

A beleaguered sigh, as if torn from the chest of an old man too frail to draw another. "I said, don't say piss. Anyway, you don't know that."

"Does it really look that way?"

"I said it did, didn't I? I'm older than you. I know."

Considering, the younger had to admit that his brother did know an awful lot. He could read all the words on the soup can label!

"Wow. I want to see week old... pee?"

"Yeah, pee is a good word for you to say. It's gross. You don't want to see it."

"Yes I do!" The stubborn hitch to the words revealed the kindergartner's refusal to ever be wrong.

Another sigh. "Okay, then. Piss in your underwear and throw it under the bed for a week. When mom finds it, she says 'My God, this is week old piss!'"

"You said God! You can't take the Lord's name in vain. It says so in church."

"You don't know anything. You can't even read the Bible. Now listen, I'm older than you, I know..."



Oh, so, sleepy...