was held hostage tonight at english 104.

presented my story to the class tonight. feeble feeback at best, everyone was non-involved. supremely dissappointed. well, part of it is based on selfish reasoning to be sure, i was dissapointed that no one wanted to give more compliment on all the one-liners that i threw out and sucking me for it, but i guess that's life.

i sure hope for more of a bang, i thought that i would be the star for tonight, but i guess the star turned into a quasar, endlessly remitting radioactive signals that no one picks up other than the lucky dorks at conservatories. too bad there aren't more lucky dorks around in this lonely world.

what should be my next story? huh? what do you think? the previous iwamoto-san idea seemed promising.
time is present for the unvealing of promising leads. until the wind and dust are no more, and dry sandy tomes obliterated to make way for the concrete jungle. cliche jungle housing automatic DNA carriers and their timeless biological mission to obliterate all that stands in its way. avocado: ripe clean green dripping with vegetable fat trendy ladies at the expenses of sweaty mexican fathers and mothers.
nectar: mandarin orange nectarine orangatane swinging from twine to twine to the next. nectar of life is the succulent juiice that feeds us all. somewhere in there is the source.
superman: invincible flying creature. speed bump obstructing and tall-building obliterating, gas-guzzling superhero of america.
USB drive: fast connect pulling ends of strings together on a dime of zeroes and ones.