Yes, this is for college ...
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urbanamazonI honestly scratch my head and marvel at some of the stuff that is supposedly going to be useful later in life. Witness Art Media class;
Once upon a time, there was a girl in her late teens with severe assertive self-confidence deficiency. This was largely due to the degrading and discriminatory actions displayed to her by her step-mother and step-siblings. The girl's father had divorced her step-mother several years earlier and had lost both his worldly assets and custody of his daughter in the bitter settlement. The step-mother blamed the girl, Cinderella, for the divorce, and refused to let her see a single penny of the money, claiming that it was all in a college fund.
Reclusive and in desperate need of inspiration for independence, Cinderella snuck an old television set into her underfurnished bedroom in hopes of picking up a channel or two with positive talk-shows. When her step-mother received the cable bill, she was so furious that she stormed into the room and put her designer stiletto right through the television screen. This started a small fire, and a neighbor in need of good karma rushed in with a fire extinguisher. After the fire was out, the neighbor in need of good karma consoled the distraught Cinderella, saying that the television might still work, and that she would get a truer signal because the hole in the screen disrupted any attempts at subliminal messaging. Cinderella took this to heart and kept it secret.
Time passed, and word came that there was to be a grossly over-commercialized lottery. The tickets were being mailed to every eligible person in the kingdom, one per customer, and were DNA-encoded, so no cheating was possible. The step-mother grudgingly allowed Cinderella her ticket, but was confident that Cinderella would never choose the winningly numbers, nor show up to the ultra-posh drawing party.
Cinderella believed this as well, and spent several sad hours staring at the broken television. After some time, she noticed that the jittery image was showing a combination of numbers. Out of manic desperation, she entered the numbers on her ticket. She personified the television by thanking it and patting it on the top of the screen, which accidentally changed the channel. Now the screen showed an evening-wear sale at a local thrift store. Cinderella was ecstatic, as she could now afford clothes to the ultra-posh drawing party.
At the party, Cinderella was waiting in line to enter her ticket, but she noticed that her step-mother was in the crowd as well. Still having self-confidence issues, she fled, accidentally dropping her ticket. A janitor in need of good karma found her ticket on the floor and entered it for her.
At this point, Cinderella had entered a state of depressed hysterics and her step-mother, unsuspecting of the cause, called the psych ward to bring her in. When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics recognized her as the winner of the grossly over-commercialized lottery. The shock sent her step-mother into a catatonic state and snapped Cinderella back into a rational mind. Cinderella went on to be a successful billionaire and equality spokeswoman. She bought and ruled a small country, married a software monopoly president, and lived happily until tax season.
I think I need to stick to Black Angel and half-hearted attempts at humorous fanfic. At least I didn't have to revise "The Princess and the Pea" like one of my classmates. It begins, "There once was a man who wanted a girlfriend that didn't do smack ..."
o.O Oookay.
Once upon a time, there was a girl in her late teens with severe assertive self-confidence deficiency. This was largely due to the degrading and discriminatory actions displayed to her by her step-mother and step-siblings. The girl's father had divorced her step-mother several years earlier and had lost both his worldly assets and custody of his daughter in the bitter settlement. The step-mother blamed the girl, Cinderella, for the divorce, and refused to let her see a single penny of the money, claiming that it was all in a college fund.
Reclusive and in desperate need of inspiration for independence, Cinderella snuck an old television set into her underfurnished bedroom in hopes of picking up a channel or two with positive talk-shows. When her step-mother received the cable bill, she was so furious that she stormed into the room and put her designer stiletto right through the television screen. This started a small fire, and a neighbor in need of good karma rushed in with a fire extinguisher. After the fire was out, the neighbor in need of good karma consoled the distraught Cinderella, saying that the television might still work, and that she would get a truer signal because the hole in the screen disrupted any attempts at subliminal messaging. Cinderella took this to heart and kept it secret.
Time passed, and word came that there was to be a grossly over-commercialized lottery. The tickets were being mailed to every eligible person in the kingdom, one per customer, and were DNA-encoded, so no cheating was possible. The step-mother grudgingly allowed Cinderella her ticket, but was confident that Cinderella would never choose the winningly numbers, nor show up to the ultra-posh drawing party.
Cinderella believed this as well, and spent several sad hours staring at the broken television. After some time, she noticed that the jittery image was showing a combination of numbers. Out of manic desperation, she entered the numbers on her ticket. She personified the television by thanking it and patting it on the top of the screen, which accidentally changed the channel. Now the screen showed an evening-wear sale at a local thrift store. Cinderella was ecstatic, as she could now afford clothes to the ultra-posh drawing party.
At the party, Cinderella was waiting in line to enter her ticket, but she noticed that her step-mother was in the crowd as well. Still having self-confidence issues, she fled, accidentally dropping her ticket. A janitor in need of good karma found her ticket on the floor and entered it for her.
At this point, Cinderella had entered a state of depressed hysterics and her step-mother, unsuspecting of the cause, called the psych ward to bring her in. When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics recognized her as the winner of the grossly over-commercialized lottery. The shock sent her step-mother into a catatonic state and snapped Cinderella back into a rational mind. Cinderella went on to be a successful billionaire and equality spokeswoman. She bought and ruled a small country, married a software monopoly president, and lived happily until tax season.
I think I need to stick to Black Angel and half-hearted attempts at humorous fanfic. At least I didn't have to revise "The Princess and the Pea" like one of my classmates. It begins, "There once was a man who wanted a girlfriend that didn't do smack ..."
o.O Oookay.
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*chokes*
Date: 2002-11-18 01:58 pm (UTC)*falls over, laughing hysterically*
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Date: 2002-11-18 04:31 pm (UTC)-_-;...
Them are many mattresses, them are.