Earlito

Thought things would be better when i got home.

2009-09-01T04:27:04Z

what's going on?

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2009-05-03T01:16:45Z

i guess i've just forgotten how to love you.

okay..

2009-03-15T07:41:14Z

she still doesn't trust me.
and there's nothing i can do.

Blech.. not my best work.. actually i rather don't like this story, but i was rushed xD

2008-04-14T06:46:44Z

Coffee Shop

The sun rose over the horizon, casting an orangeish-green light over the blood red dirt. Small, multi-legged creatures stirred and scurried from their slumbers. Cacti and rocks cast long shadows westward and dark clouds reflected sunlight to create an eerily beautiful sunrise. The lights went down in the “booming metropolis of London” (as the British public relations office referred to it) and the morning sun cast it’s polluted, filtered glow over the troubled city. Eli awoke to the sound of an alarm ringing through the city. This alarm woke him and every other resident of London up every day for the past 5 years. Part of the British government’s plan for maximizing efficiency and productivity. He rolled sluggishly out of bed and stumbled toward the shower. The TV clicked itself on on a timer as Eli stripped himself of his pajamas and stepped into the shower. He shampooed his hair and brushed his teeth as the television went on about “local terrorist attacks” and “political kidnappings”. It was all occurring right in his own back yard, but it all seemed so distant and surreal to Eli. None of it had affected him directly. Sure, business had gone down a bit, but it hadn’t gotten bad enough to substantially affect his way of living. Eli wasn’t fearful, he couldn’t comprehend what any terrorist organization would want with the little coffee shop he owned and ran downstairs in the midst of this political revolution. The revolution that was sweeping across Western Europe and North America and which stemmed from the middle-eastern conflict that occurred over 1,000 years ago. The conflict led to drastic measures and the subsequent nuclear strike sanctioned by the U.N. left a majority of the Middle-Eastern countries a barren wasteland. Ever since, descendants of Middle-Eastern survivors and radicals seeking a permanent disarmament of nuclear capabilities have been assembling to create terrorist organizations hell bent on bringing U.N. associated governments crumbling to their knees. Yet, amidst all the chaos, violence and confusion and much to the bewilderment of Eli, life goes on. Elis set his shower to dry and a sudden rush of heat surged up between his toes and up his body and finally through his hair. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the clothes that he had set out last night. Grey slacks, a white button up shirt, and a red patterned sweater-vest. He put on his favorite scaly cap and went downstairs to open shop. Eli unlocked the doors and set out the paper cups. He flipped the sign at the door to open and waited.

Several hours later, as business was going about as usual, Sally rushed in through the back door, frantically tying her apron around her waist.

“You’re late again” remarked Eli

“I’m sorry sir!” came Sally’s reply. “The baby’s nanny came late today, I couldn’t have just left him alone.”

Eli glanced at her while washing a dish “You really need to find a man. Isn’t it difficult raising a little one all by yourself?” Sally grabbed a hair tie and fixed her hair up as she nodded. “And this job isn’t going to support you forever, Sally. What with business the way it is”

“I know, Eli.” Sally’s frown suddenly turned into a grin “Hey! Guess who I saw on my way in!”

Eli was perplexed and his facial expression must’ve given him away because Sally continued

“Thomas Wellinger!”

“You mean the spokesperson for public relations? The face of England?”

“The very one” Sally said with a wink, “I’ve heard he’s a very gracious tipper too.”

A man in a long grey coat and shades sat down at the bar, “I’ll have a Grande Macchiato, thank ye’” he grumbled.

“Be right up” replied Eli, absentmindedly. “Sally, when Wellinger comes in, you take his coat and offer him a place to sit. Be on your best manners, we want to be impressive for such a high profile customer.”

“Yessir” came Sally’s excited reply

A heavy-set man entered the coffee shop followed by four men dressed in black suits, wearing dark sunglasses. Eli watched as Sally approached him and took his coat and seated him. He then turned his attention to the man he was serving. “Here’s your macchiato”

The man accepted it and replied after a sip “Thanks. I really hate to do this.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” The shaded man smiled and was suddenly replaced by a bright flash of burning light and a din that broke through the hush of the coffee shop. The flames of the explosion flooded the little coffee shop and just as quickly as it had appeared, vanished.

^-^

2008-04-04T23:52:48Z

last night was nice :]

NOBODY

2008-03-31T18:32:45Z

has read my story D:

I feel neglected "/

go_generic91 @ 2008-03-27T18:52:00

2008-03-28T01:54:55Z

“Officer O’Leary, report to my office immediately!” Crackled a furious Chief MacDougall
over the stations loud P.A. system. The only word to escape O’Leary’s lips as he slammed his
paperwork onto his desk was a vulgarity. He passed desk after desk not daring to look any of
his peers in the eye. He knew exactly what lay in store for him, what the consequences of his
blunders would be.
“He’s gonna have your badge for this one O’Leary!” shouted an amused Officer
Cowan. Cowan and O’Leary had been rivals ever since the academy but O’Leary had always
come out on top. Cowan took whatever pleasure he could from O’Leary’s pain.
O’Leary flipped Cowan off and kept walking. There’s another reason for
MacDougall to throw me off the force, thought O’Leary, antagonizing a fellow police
officer. That along with the destroyed private property and the personal damage complaints
composed an impressive amount of paperwork for the precinct. O’Leary went over it all again
and again in his mind.

I’m out for sure, MacDougall is probably gonna bust me down to patrol work
again. He arrived at a door. The nameplate said MacDougall in gold engraving. O’Leary
grabbed the doorknob, took a long deep breath and opened. Walking into the cluttered office,
the first thing to hit him was the tobacco smoke. It crept around the room, silently engulfing it.
O’Leary’s eyes stung. One thing he never got used to was how much MacDougall smoked.
O’Leary occasionally indulged in a cigarette or two, but MacDougall always had a cigar in his
mouth and he smoked them like a chimney, always puffing away.

“Do you know why I called you in here?” asked MacDougall in his gravelly voice.

“Would it have anything to do with my last bust, sir?”

“You totaled three cars chasing down that dealer!”

“But I caught the perp and he lead us to over 100 kilos of coke!”

MacDougall took a long drag on his cigar, savoring the flavor and slowly exhaled
“What am I supposed to do with you, O’Leary? You’re the best officer on the force but you’re
too unpredictable.” He paused as if in thought, “Give me your badge.” He finally managed
with authority.

“Wait... what?” O’Leary was shocked, he knew there would be hell to pay but he never
thought anything this severe would occur.

“Your badge,” MacDougall continued, “put it on my desk. As of right now you are
temporarily suspended from the force.”

“What do you expect me to do all day!?” O’Leary was indignant.

“I don’t know, go on vacation, clean your house for once, anything. You’re a civilian
until further notice.”

O’Leary glared at MacDougall and MacDougall locked into his gaze. O’Leary cursed
and threw his badge at the chief, which hit him in the chest. O’Leary cursed again as he kicked
a chair, knocking it over and slammed the door, storming out.

O’Leary sat in his 69’ Mustang fuming as he turned the ignition. A Billy Joel song
played as he pressed his foot down on the gas pedal and peeled out of the parking lot. He tried
to collect his thoughts as he drove but his mind was clouded with anger. He reached for his
pack of Marlboro Menthol Smoothes. It was all he’d ever smoke now. He hated the taste of
normal cigarettes. He came to a red light and pulled out a Zippo lighter. He lit it and put the
flame up to the end of the cigarette and inhaled, enjoying the flavor and the nicotine fix. He felt
himself calm down as he exhaled the smoke. The light turned green and he accelerated his
vehicle as he took another drag from his cigarette. He blew the smoke out the window and
checked his rear view mirror. He squinted as he looked away, something was shining bright in
the mirror, a concentrated red beam of light. What it was hit him suddenly like a splash of
water and, drenched in clarity, he quickly swerved his vehicle to the left. His rear window
shattered and he swerved back to the right, this time his back right window was hit. He
swerved again to the left and hit the accelerator. He saw a parked car and shifted his foot to
the brake but it was too late, he slammed head on into the parked car. The air bag failed to
deploy and O’Leary hit the steering wheel face first. Everything faded to black.

O’Leary awoke minutes later in a daze. A crowd had already amassed around his
demolished vehicle. A baby’s crying pierced through the hushed onlookers. O’Leary felt a
sudden adrenalin rush as he realized that his would-be assassin was still out there.

A tourist wearing a Hawaiian pattern polo and a fanny-pack stepped forward. “Sir, are
you okay? You have blood all over your shirt!”

O’Leary ignored the fact that his tucked in white button up shirt was drenched in his
own blood. “You have to get down!” he exclaimed frantically.

The tourist looked perplexed, obviously assuming that O’Leary had hit his head too
hard. A red dot hovered on the tourist’s polo and traveled up to his neck.

“ Get down now!”

A gun shot rang out and the tourists hand instinctively darted to his neck. He fell over,
blood gushing out with every beat of his heart.

“Dammit!” O’Leary said as he pulled a gun out of an ankle holster. Onlookers
screamed, assuming that O’Leary was the killer. He caught a glimpse of a shadow on the roof
of a two story building only a block down the street and darted towards it. He saw a glimpse
of sunlight reflect from the figure and dipped left just as another gun shot rang out. O’Leary
aimed at the figure and shot. The figure ducked away and O’Leary was sure he had hit it. He
ran to the building and climbed the fire escape. O’Leary reached the roof and drew his gun. He
moved slowly, gun raised. He looked down at the level roofing and saw a small puddle of
blood. Oh yeah, I got him, he though. The puddle trailed behind a stairwell. O’Leary
cautiously walked forward, his heart rate growing faster with each step. He reached the wall
of the stairwell structure and sidled closer to the corner. He stood there, gun drawn, heart
racing and with a deep breath, turned the corner and aimed.

O’Leary was staring straight down the barrel of a gun. He took a step back as he
realized that the man on the other side of it was one of his co-workers, one of his peers. It was
Officer Cowan.

“But… why?” came the barely audible words from O’Leary

“You’ve been showing me up for too long,” Growled Cowan, wheezing out spats of
blood, “You’ve stolen promotions out from under my nose.” He groaned in pain. He was
starting to feel the pain from the bullet that was lodged into his stomach. “But worst of all, no
matter who I hired, or how dangerous of a situation you were in, you just wouldn’t die.” He
spat up more blood. “I’m about to changed that..”

Two gunshots echoed across the city rooftops.

.....

2008-03-26T22:50:39Z

is that really what you want?

go_generic91 @ 2008-01-26T00:25:00

2008-01-26T08:27:34Z

well let's talk about something remotely interesting shall we?

Very well then, my good buddy alyssa wants me to write a poem!

well what should i write?

okie dokes i haiku
about a tomato person

Tomato person
is very red and juicy
even his tushy!

w00t

randomness ^-^

I read this earlier, and I liked it :]

2008-01-12T05:23:11Z

1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.

During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:

"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if
the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say "hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain

One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American
woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistance and
put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
giant console colour TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached.

It read:
"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's bedside just before he passed away... God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others."

Sincerely,
Mrs. Nat King Cole.

3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those
who serve.

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in
front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies..

You see, he couldn’t' t have the sundae, because he had
to have enough left to leave her a tip.

4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping! the roads clear, but none did
anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the
peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand!

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve
our condition.

5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare &serious disease. Her only
chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will
save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in
bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
seeing the colour returning to her cheek. Then his
face grew pale and his smile faded.

He looked up at the doctor and asked with a
trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all of his blood in order to save her.

go_generic91 @ 2007-11-17T01:34:00

2007-11-17T09:44:00Z

Dear California,

Seeing as how californians are the only ones who can actually read this hah x]

As i sit here writing this at 1:35 in the morning and listening to "Across the Universe" by the beatles, I can't help but think of the irony in my choice of music.

I think back on the last couple of months and I realize, just how much my world has really changed.

"Nothin's gonna change my world..."

I wish life were like a Beatles song. Filled with rebellion, filled with love.

"Love is all you need..."

Filled with hope and wonder and whimsy.

"Nothin' you can do that can't be done... Nothin you can save that can't be saved"

No. Life is filled with transitions. Changes. And as mortal beings we can do nothing else but adapt, change, fit into our environment.
I've been holding on to the past. Grasping onto familiarity. It's holding me back and I realize this.

Now excuse me as I start my revolution.

you know "We all wanna change the world"

me biased? hah

2007-10-19T00:53:31Z

You think I don't know what's going on? Listen 'buddy', I don't know who you are, but you act as if I don't know both sides of the story. I realize that some cruel things were said on both sides. Do you realize that Kelso has sent messages via myspace that have caused some of her most loyal cast members to cry? I read all of what Ms. Kelso had to say to Jade. I know that ms. kelso didn't mean any wrong by it, but she was completely out of her element confronting Jade over myspace of all forums. As the son of a teacher, I know that it is inappropriate to do things like that. What I personally believe ms. kelso should have done is confront Jade privately after rehearsals and ask her about said 'rumors' there. Then no information would have been misconstrued. I've also spoken to Ms. Kelso over myspace and the reason that I had even the shadow of a thought that it may have even possibly been Ms. Kelso commenting jades LJ posts is that the style of writing was so similar to ms. Kelso's, with the "We Shall See"s and the AHAHHAHAHAHA's.
What my friends are attempting to do here is create a variety of opinion, they believe that there's a better way to run things than the current system that is being implemented. However, when they presented their ideas, they were flustered and upset about how things are run. One may have mistaken that as a desire to act out violently against the drama department and their efforts. I know, however, that that is not the case. None of my friends have ever said anything about crashing the play on purpose out of anything other than frustration.

I would like to implore you not to insult MY sense of justice before critically examining your own. What's the victory in harassing a girl who was discontent with how things were run? where is the victory with stalking a Livejournal account incessantly? And finally, where is the victory in doing all this anonymously. No, where is the courage, the bravery, in doing all this anonymously?

I know I've repeated this several times to, but once again, I'd like to say that there must be a reasonable conclusion to come to and that if everyone involved were to discuss this in a scholarly and collegiate manner that this could just be discussed. Which is EXACTLY what my friends were hoping for in the first place.

I support my friends, and thus, I support this Technocratic Revolution. However, I would prefer it to come about through diplomatic negotiations. If I were still present, I would have implored Ms. Kelso to at least hear out my friends, instead of shooting down their ideas just like that.

I believe that YOU, Anon, should step back and look at this without bias, for if I were to step back any further, I'd be in Canada.

go_generic91 @ 2007-10-18T06:56:00

2007-10-18T13:57:41Z

I can feel it coming on again.

It happened a month ago and now it's gonna happen again.

lol..

2007-09-12T13:39:49Z

it strange.. i didn't talk with her last night and i feel even more exhausted than i usually do..

and there's a raccoon in the backyard! i just noticed.. it's like.. walking around.. and it has it's little frito bandito mask on..

teehee. he looks like a little burglar :D

yay first REAL entry xD

2007-09-08T01:27:28Z

hmm... what to say what to say..

haha i really don't know. i'm new to this.

let's see...

lol today was interesting. one of my closest friends at my new school doesn't really speak english all that well. so we have like.. broken english broken thai conversations.

he's a pretty cool guy though.

lol today in japanese class i almost got my phone taken away while i was showing him pictures of people from where i used to live.
It was kind of funny because occasionally he'd ask "where is he/she from?". i mean of course he knew that they were in Chula, but what he meant when he asked me that is what their original ethnicity was.

He apparently thought alot of them looked thai, which proves to me that not only do asians seem to look the same to a majority of white people but apparently they look alot alike to alot of asians too xD

that struck me as funny.

rawr.. let's see what else.

oh yes. my geometry teacher told us not to do anything he wouldn't do this weekend..

so i think i might get drunk hah

Other than all that.. nothing really exciting happened today. well other than the assembly i guess but that really wasn't all that great. just a bunch of freshman sophomores juniors and seniors cheering.

high school really is imbecilic at times.

i was surprised though..
there is a lack of class rivalry here that made otay ranch so interesting

this is ridiculous

2007-08-27T21:51:02Z

Twenty things that are wrong with Earl, which is me.
1. I have not seen Sound of Music.
2. I feel pretty, oh so pretty. I feel pretty, and witty, and gay!
3. Short asian girls are my fetish currently.
4. I have not set up my own computer yet.
5. I do not want a laptop with wireless internet.
6. For some reason, I befriend compulsive liars.
7. I have a friend whose name is really Phaddius, Faddius -- Fatty-us.
8. I used to mix up Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra.
9. I would put songs from the Rent soundtrack onto my myspace.
10. I have an ex-girlfriend who tells me things that shouldn't really be told to an ex-boyfriend.
11. Besides Earl, my other title is "that guy".
12. At this very moment, I still have not seen Sound of Music.
13. I can sing a Frank Sinatra song to a big guy with glasses in front of a camera.
14. No matter what I'm doing, I end up in a pose.
15. I have gotten stuck in a playground tunnel with three girls but did nothing dirty.
16. I have a fetish with sweaty ears.
17. STILL, I HAVE NOT SEEN THE SOUND OF MUSIC.
18. I put up with clingy, lying friends who mess with my livejournal.
19. I am eager to find out something about the word toothpick. Yes. Toothpick.
20. AGAIN, I HAVE NOT SEEN THE SOUND OF MUSIC.

-- Earl.

letters never sent

2007-08-27T06:32:28Z

Testing, testing, 1-2-3.

This is Earl Girl. I come in peace.

I have come to rescue this journal from extinction and boredom for the owner is some boy who doesn't give a damn.
Okay, maybe he does give a damn. But he is currently unavailable at the moment.

Hmm... That should do. 'Til then,

Earl Girl.