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Post by Mirky on Apr 1, 2005 12:33:33 GMT -5
i've got some sad news tough...I'm leaving...go to my JE for an Update
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Post by Elfstar on Apr 2, 2005 10:56:34 GMT -5
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Post by Mirky on Apr 2, 2005 14:59:40 GMT -5
LOL! Great tricks!
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Post by Elfstar on Apr 6, 2005 13:32:42 GMT -5
Here's a story I wrote for school about the debtor's prisons in the 17t and 1800's in England. It's not all that great but I thought you might like it.
As David Willow trudged up the road, his footsteps were heavy as he pondered his problem. He had thought he had more time to pay his debt to Mr. Stonewood, but Mr. Stonewood had thought otherwise. Although David had paid half of the debt, he now only had two weeks to pay the other half of his debt. Why had his roof caved in during the storm? This was his repeated thought. And he remembered why: termites. He knew what would happen if he did not pay his debts: the debtor’s prison.
That's only one part of it. If you want to hear the rest tell me.
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Post by Mirky on Apr 6, 2005 14:28:41 GMT -5
Very kewl! ;D
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Post by Elfstar on Apr 6, 2005 15:25:11 GMT -5
Do you want me to post the rest of it?
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Post by Mirky on Apr 6, 2005 19:41:02 GMT -5
Yeah! ;D
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Post by Elfstar on Apr 7, 2005 11:06:42 GMT -5
ok, here's all of it: As David Willow trudged up the road, his footsteps were heavy as he pondered his problem. He had thought he had more time to pay his debt to Mr. Stonewood, but Mr. Stonewood had thought otherwise. Although David had paid half of the debt, he now only had two weeks to pay the other half of his debt. Why had his roof caved in during the storm? This was his repeated thought. And he remembered why: termites. He knew what would happen if he did not pay his debts: the debtor’s prison. David shuddered as he contemplated it. He would have to pay for his meager stale meals; while trying to make an income in the prison to pay his other debt. There was no sanitation, rats scurried everywhere, and the sewer sometimes ran through the middle of the floor. There was no restraint or supervision. Children were left to die as soon as they were born and illnesses swept through and killed those who were weak and those who were not. And you would not be released until you paid all of your debt. David ate his small dinner and went outside to walk and think about his problem some more. And also to gather some special herbs that were rumored kept termites away. He was so deep in thought, that he did not watch where he was going and crashed into a person. After apologizing profusely, he introduced himself while helping the woman gather her scattered things. The woman introduced herself as Dora Trot, and seeing his downcast face, asked if she could help him in any way. David poured out his story and she looked at him sympathetically. Dora was shocked when she learned that David only had two weeks to pay that much money. For a man of his income, that would be nearly impossible. Dora, however, had a ray of hope. She explained that her brother’s friend who ran a blacksmith business had recently died and her brother was looking for another partner. David’s hopes soared, he was a blacksmith before his father died but could not keep the shop running without a second partner. Dora informed David that the pay of two weeks would pay one fourth of his debt, but David was still not sure if he could obtain the other amount in two weeks. As they walked along a bridge thinking of ways to earn the other fourth of the debt, David heard a cry for help! He scanned the bridge and looking down, saw a small girl drowning in the water and a man calling and trying to reach her. With out a moment’s hesitation, David seized the rope that was in Dora’s basket, lashed one end of it to the railing and the other end around his waist and valiantly dived off the bridge. David reached the girl just as she went under and caught her safely. By holding on to the rope, he was able to pull himself to the bank and delivered the girl into the man’s arms. The man introduced himself as Mr. Wick and explained that this was his only daughter of his late wife. He was so grateful, that he gave David more than enough money to pay his debt. Dora took one look at David and suggested that he dry off. Back at David’s house, Dora asked if David still wanted to have the job as a blacksmith. David pondered and replied that he certainly wanted the job. November 17, 1737, David noted as he and Dora walked down the street towards Mr. Stonewood’s office. He rang the bell and was shown in. Mr. Stonewood, thinking that David was going to ask for more time was about to tell him no, he could not have more time when he cut off abruptly seeing the money David drew out of his pocket and handed to him. Mr. Stonewood was amazed, and inquired how he had obtained the money so quickly. David’s reply? Termites. Whacha think? Like I said, it's not that great, but it was fun writing it.
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Post by Elfstar on Apr 9, 2005 16:01:21 GMT -5
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Post by Elfstar on Apr 9, 2005 19:40:22 GMT -5
I read this in a great book "The Parrot's Lament" and had to post it! This story is so wide spread that it may be not true, but here it is: A lost parrot was prompty returned to its owner when it said "Hello. This is 544-5787. Please leave a message after the beep." ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Mirky on Apr 10, 2005 18:15:38 GMT -5
LOL! Great JE's! ;D
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Post by Elfstar on Apr 10, 2005 19:47:19 GMT -5
thanx!
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Post by Mirky on Apr 12, 2005 12:29:53 GMT -5
*updates her journal*
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Post by Elfstar on Apr 16, 2005 12:21:58 GMT -5
Saturday, April 17th? 12:20 pm
I have had an interesting morning so far. Went to AMTA for my violin competition this morning. Although I got up at seven, I suddenly realized it was 8:13 and I didn't have my hair dry. AAhhhhhhhhhh! I whizzed through drying my hair (just enough to pass my Mom's inspection) grabbed my music, photocopied my theory sheet (Yuck scales), grabbed some soy nuts and water and dashed out the door. My competition time was at 9:00 and if you get there at nine you're in BIG trouble. It's good to get there at LEAST 20 min. early so you can see why I was in such a hurry. It went pretty well. I didn't do so well on c minor two octaves 2 slur quarter note bows though. The judge was really nice though. Most of them just sit there and stare at you like you have a growth on your nose or something. But she was nice. Her first time though, she was like "so I ask you a sacle?" uh huh. "Ok, how about d major" ok. I lifted my violin to my shouder, but hesitated because she hadn't asked for a bowing. "Oh, and a bowing right too?" yep. kinda like that. but she was really nice. I'm really hungry. I think I'll go eat lunch. *Wanders off and eats kasida*
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Post by Mirky on Apr 20, 2005 10:26:20 GMT -5
I never blow-dry my hair....its Artificial Air
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