well, as i said, the LNL has inspired me to show off my non-existant talent! hahaha! well, here's a little something i just write, plainly because im bored shitless... but i wont be continuing it untill this time tomorrow (not likely), so probably in two days... well, here's my boring story! (thers a prize for anyone that can read the whole thing without either falling asleep or killing something out of bordem!! hahaha)
'The day i broke my arm...' (not a true story btw! ha)...
it was a mildly sunny morning, with some damned-annoying birds "singing" outside my window... i really felt like shooting them... and then i thought - as i sat up in my comfy bed - hmmm, yes... it seems like a good day for some hunting! heh...
i got up, put on my oversize dressing gown that went down to my feet, and walked out into the kitchen. My roommate, Kevin, was sitting infront of the TV, eating some form of cereal.
"Up already?" i said... "It's like... 9AM!!"
"Meh, well, uno how it is, wake up, cant get back to sleep... eyy what are you looking at me like that for! i aint a weirdo for gettin up early!".
ugh... i guess he was right, well, it wasnt all THAT bad... i really had to start getting up earlier, because at the present time, those FREAKin birds were my only alarm clock!
"so, the birds get you up?" i asked Kevin as i got out a big glass and a container of milo.
"yeh, god damn birds... i just wana kill em!! of ALL the houses in our damn street, OFCOURSE they have to come here."
Once again, my grand idea of hunting came about in my ever so evil mind...
"hey, i was thinking... you know how my uncle has those 22's?"
"yeeeesss...." Kevin interjected.
"well, talking about those birds gave me an idea." I exclaimed with a mighty grin apon my face...
Kevin, so looking quite amused with this idea, as shown also by a grin on his face said, "so, you think we should... ring up your uncle and go shootin'?"
"DAMN straight! HA!! we'll go up to the woodlands!" One of the good things about living out near 'woop-woop'... always somethin cool to do with guns... :D
"Well, what are you waiting for? go call him!" Kevin said to me as a sat down on the couch near him with my Milo.
"phhh, are you crazy? My weed-smokin-crazy-ass uncle wont be up now! god, where have YOU been living the past two years? hahah... i'll give him a call in about 2 hours... hopefully, he'll get up 'early' today! heh..."
"M3h, whatever dude... i'm gona go on NewGrounds!"
fagggg, i thought... Kevin and his nerdy ways... always going on 'That' site... hmmm....
"so um, what the hell is actually on that site? The only thing i've seen on it is sum dumbs ass games..."
"god... sometimes, Marcus, sometimes.... i mean, geez! its got EVERYTHING man! firstly, heaps of games, and movies... its also got a massive forumn which could entertain a monkey for hours... and its got a portal! how could anyone NOT like it?"
"FAG...." (heheh) "well, whatever... i'm just glad we got our own computers. As i said, i'll give Jim a call in a few. For now i gota wake up!" Jim, my crazy ass uncle, was only 8 years older than me... and he was a total ledgend... well, that is in the eyes of the youth, heh... we was a bit of a stoner, drunk, mad man... you name it, he'd done it... apart from being gay... this guy was a REAL homaphobe... well, either way, he was a total sun-uf-a-gun.
... As i walked back into my room (there was shit all on TV in the morning... i wish i had cable...) i turned on my computer. As it started up, beepin n shit as it always did, i thought; 'crappy PII... (pentium 2) i really need to upgrade this old piece of shit...
When it finally DID complete starting up (approximately 5 minutes later... due to alot of unneeded, unwanted spy-ware programs) i was to busy thinking of the possible day of hunting ahead! Oh, the great days of fox and rabbit hunting i'd had in the past with my awesome uncle... ahhh... i was just looking forward to the day so much!...
well, before i could organise any hunting, i had to make my brain start working again! ugh... too many beers last night, i thought... i hate these morning hangovers... about 10 minutes later i threw up.
well, as time came and went by, as soon as i realised, it was already 11:30! 'YES!' i thought to myself.
"ey KEV!" i yelled out from my room...
"yeh, what?" i heard back.
"im gona give Jim a ring... are ya dressed? because if we're goin, we'll be leavin in like 2 minutes!"
"yeh yeh i'm ready..."
Good, i thought... time for some shootin'! he he he... i walked up to the phone, and dialled Jim's number.... hahaha, just what i thought, as soon as the phone was picked up at the other end, i heard a great belch... good old Jim, must have been hittin' the piss again.
"yahhh... WHAT?" i gargled voice came in from the other end of the line...
"Yo! Jimbo! Its me, Marcus... howz it goin mate?"
"*cleared his throat*, yehhh... hey mate, yeh im alright, ya self? ey whad'ya callin' here so early for anyways?"
"Well, JIM... if you'd open a bloody curtain in that shit hole you call a home, you'd see its a pretty good day! hahah"
"So? what's ya point... its a nice day, get over it ya bloody homo..."
"well, i was just thinking... If you're not busy... you wana go shootin'?"
*some pondering was heard...* "yeh sure mate, why the hell not... you boys come round in about 20 minutes... that should give me enough time to get my act together... but you'll 'ave to clean out the ol' D.A.M..." (Jims specialised all terrain, all-animal-carrier-hunter-mobile was called the 'Dead Animals Mobile'... a pretty damn stupid name, but Jim thought of it when he was drunk, and it was full of dead shit...)
"yeh yeh, sure thing Jimbo, we'll be round in 20."
"Alright. See you's later..."
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END OF PART ONE::: i will continue this (very boring) story later on... i might not be writing any of this again untill 2 days time... so bear with...