I was bored. I was very bored. There was nothing to do; not a single thing. I grabbed my iPod and turned on the Numa Numa song, but I was still bored. I turned on my laptop and begun escritura a short story, which tu may very well be lectura now, but my boredom was left uncured. Riding in the car was boring, and I wished I had a cell phone to text my friends with, but alas, I was practically broke. I only had around seventy-five bucks, and that was from Christmas. If I had kept my twenty that I had used for IMVU credits, well, then maybe I’d have enough for a go phone at the least. But I had made up my mind with the seventy-five I had. I wasn’t going to spend it on such silly necessities like a cell phone, even if I did desire an iPhone. Now, just thinking about texting people made me that much más bored. I’d get on the Internet and post misceláneo things on fanpop if I could, but, as expected, there was no wi-fi on the highway. I didn’t know how many times I’d listened to Numa Numa, but I was pretty sure that I could now sing over half the words. It went Mai Ai Hee, Mai Ai Huu, Mai Ai Haa, Mai Ai Haahaa, etc. Then something about Picaso sitting and yelling at the Aloe… but of course the song is Romanian… oh well. The point is, I was extremely bored. Then we pulled into the hobby store. I knew I’d be bored in there, and my dad wanted to stay in the car, so we stayed. Then I opened up GIMP and thought about editing another Amuto pic and forget about my short story, but I soon closed GIMP down because I had already edited one about a dozen billion times, and started back on my short story. But then my short story was going nowhere, and my laptop’s battery was running low, so I tuned off my laptop and looked out the window, ending me short story.
i was a normal 18 año old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( más like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i dicho " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he dicho " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he dicho " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new