Things that go squish in the night.....

The house was dark. No one was home. Perhaps she shouldn't be bothered by this, but ever since 9 days ago, the 4th of July, she had been edgy. As soon as she'd walk in her house, her very essence would shrink, as if in response to an oppresive entity, taking hold of her home.

But that was nonsense, or so she told herself. Nothing was there, haunting her innermost habitat. Hiding around corners. Sneaking under the door cracks. She was completely alone, and had been since her roommate had left on vacation. Screw her Romanian instinct. It hadn't showed up so far in life, so it certainly wouldn't choose to make an appearance now.

Slowly she paced into the living room, her damp bag and closed umbrella clutched to her side. The ominous aura of the house worsened, punctuated by thunderous roars from the raging torrent outside. As she moved in deeper, nearly shaking, her wet head pounded from feelings of forebodence.

Weakly dropping her bag, she turned towards the kitchen, what seemed to be the center of the malign atmosphere. Inching closer, she thought she heard a low rumble, like a waking Rot Weiler noticing the breach on his territory. Now she was quaking, past any doubts. Thoughts flitted through her mind of what it might be and what she might have done to bring it on....and if she would even survive to find out.

The rumble stopped abruptly as her left hand touched the doorknob and turned, her right tightening around the umbrella. Delicately pushing the door open, she peered reluctantly at the widening gash, trying to make out the blurred edges of counters and tables in the dark. Not hearing or seeing anything dangerous, she pushed more confidently and flipped the light switch, wondering if it was just a product of her twisted mind.

A sharp snarl cut through her new-found confidence, stripping it down like teeth does the juicy flesh off bones. The stench of decay assailed her nose as a morbid lump rolled toward her, squelching awfully. It's snarl lengthened into a deep growl, it's bruised flesh livid with flushes of crimson, spiraling and branching off like flowing veins giving life to the ghoulish monster at her feet.

Suddenly it all made sense. Her mind traveled back to the seemingly innocent 4th of July picnic she'd had with her friends. The horror stories her mother told her when she was young, of inanimate substances retaining a vampiric essence if left out too long after a day of great emotion. The watermelon she had brought to the picnic, but had taken home uncut and uneaten. The mass of pure malignant decay below her.

The horror of her discovery reached her, the knowledge of her last seconds slipping away. Despair overcoming all, she screamed, overcoming the sound of the nearing excresence, crushing any hope left....




"That, however, is nowhere as bizarre as this fruit-based nugget of information pkyyr (aka The Sis) pointed out to me. Apparently, the Roma of the Balkans believed in VAMPIRE WATERMELONS. I kid you not. I don't know about the veracity of this legend, but I do know that in our food microbiology practical, the watermelon juice sample turned out the highest count of bacteria. In fact, the bacterial count of watermelon juice was so high our professor said that if he could replicate the results, he would very shortly be writing a nice little letter to the fruit juice stall people. I'm sure at least some of those bacteria we found were haemolytic (blood-cell-lysing), so perhaps there's a biochemical explanation for this particular folk legend. You think?Now you know why I have such a great and undying love for the Balkans region. Watermelons rolling around yards and growling threateningly at people. Here I thought I was crazy.

*wonders if Vladimir's book on Slavic vampirism has a chapter on watermelons*"

Hehe...just thought you'd enjoy my little story there. Interesting smidgeon of info there, eh? That site's a piece of work too. Now I'm going back to my returned madre and stick-skinny brother.

-T

Wannabe!

Yes, ladies and gent. I am a wannabe.

I wannabe in Scarlet and Gold!

Our concert tonight wasn't too horrible, and was, in fact, probably our best this year! Brava! Scarlet and Gold sounded awesome of course, making me wish I could be in there *deep yearning*.....ah me, ah my. Missy Kim did un fabuloso job on the piano! She was the star of our best song, "Weep No More". GORGEOUS song alone, and absolutely sidereal with the piano.

So, all in all, the concert was grand. Mandy nearly had a spazzy attack while her choir sang because one guy came in too early, and another guy turned around, in the middle of the song, and said, "You should've yelled, 'Just kidding!'" That was pretty funny.

And now I must go, and do the things teachers command. I know that they will find a way to make me feel in pain. I will go, I will do, the crud they give to me. I know that they'll provide a way, they will make me obey.

Wow. I'm stopping now while I'm only half a mile behind.

: D

-Middi

*giggles and wiggles little cute butt like a strange anime schoolgirl*

*squeals and wiggles cute anime butt more*

I'm SORRY! Okay! Gosh! I can't help it! But that perfectly describes what mood I'm in!! So get over it!

: D

I'm sorry! But I'm in the weirdest, happyhappyjoyjoyhappyhappyjoyjoy mood ever! And I can't tell you why!

So, for now I shall simply say that I got Mandy grounded from now until forever and kingdom come (or at least until her 16th b-day), and "The Big Country" happens to be the greatest song ever! Totally inspirational!

Wow. I just read my last sentence and realized how sad and superficial I am that I can follow up an announcement like that with a comment like that! Which shows you what kind of mood I'm in!

Ok, this is just a spazzy, nonsense post, and I'm just going to post it! So nrgh!

-Midi

Tar and feather me already! Get it over with!

Ok, so I was gone. NO, I did not fake being sick! I would'e only gotten 3.5 hours of sleep last night, if I had gone to la escuela. I got a migraine from being on the computer too long and staying up to do my English, hence I did not fall asleep till 2 AM. Not pretty.

So......I bartered a few extra hours of sleep for a day of slavitude in mi madre's service, which was why I was at Wal-Mart. Consequently looking at eyeliner. But hey! If I was going to be forced to be there, I might as well. And believe me, I hadn't wanted to go.

This may not seem like typical sickie behaviour, but my mother does not believe in sickie's getting rest because they are incapacitated. She believes that it is a fair trade off to make them work and do errands and such. Like going to Costco and lugging all the supersized, jumbo hot pockets and granola bars into the cart. Which I did. But I got a huge chocolate muffin in the bargain, so I'm not complaining.

Ah well, now I am off to do all the homework that I missed hoy. Ah, what a shame. And I hear that there is a supposed Chem test tomorrow? Ah, I shall definitely not be doing that! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Au revoir!

-Midori Ko