Three Year Old Complaining Of Sore Legs

fanfiction Meme

I found this meme and I could not resist, so even if it is the second meme of the day, which costs me to post it?! Snagg to hikaruryu .

Pick something I've written and comment to this post with That selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on your choice: what I was thinking when i wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose Certain words, what this moment means clustering in the context of the rest of the fic (fic series, fic universe), lots of awful puns, and anything else That you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

In Italian, pretty much: Choose between a fic I've written so far and comunicamelo in a comment. I will post mileage on the object of your choice: what was I thinking when I wrote it because I wrote it in the first place, what little heads bobbing in the characters, because I chose that word and not another ... etc.. etc..

Vespa Gran Turismo Black Helmet

Why Christmas shopping is bad for your health! (Things You Should Know # 3)

Every year is the same story: too many commitments to reduce me to buy Christmas gifts hoards of the final day. Today I made the "big" (better known as the "second curve") and, like every year, I can say that:
1. If you have a shopping cart, go zigzag.
2. If there is a row, this will NEVER be in a straight line, but will take the form of an inverted cone or a futuristic sculpture.
a. If you are in the queue, in front of you people take years to pay.
b. If you are in the queue, jobs are harpies firebrands who hate you to death.
c. Are you the tail, suddenly, all the people as possible and unimaginable want to go in the middle of the row to reach the other side of the complex.
c. If you're not in the queue and you are looking for something will never be found.
d. If you are looking for something and you turn to one of the people, him or you will respond unkindly or you do not respond at all or are in queue to speak with him.
e. If you have just paid Breathe in ten seconds of freedom and leads into the deepest black humor because you realize that you forgot touch something and you have to look that something, take it , is king again tail and have to deal with the Gorgons in menopause.
3. If you walk under the arcades, you'll find anywhere emo and assembling of Truzzi.
4. If you walk under the arcades, there will be another ten thousand people who want to pass the exact spot where you walk. Wrong.
5. If you are in the middle of the road under the snow, regular people in front of you stopped dead every two seconds and you will collide all the time.
6. If you are in a hurry, there are at least two or three choirs singing cursed who want to make you dance the dance of Christmas in the snow in the street.
7. If you are looking for the perfect gift, does not exist. The only thing you can do is please.
8. If you're looking for the perfect gift for someone, you'll find someone for you .
9. If, back home, you discovered that you have bought all the Christmas presents you had set in the list, you will call your mom and tell you "also includes gifts for Tom, Dick and Harry that I can not do it" . (That's what happened to me ten seconds flat ago)
10. If you do not happen anything that was listed above, you better not let me know, otherwise I could come there and eaten.


ps In any event, the day was more than good! XD

Kates Playground Houf

"Where did all the others?"

December 11, 1979, not to forget.

Thirty years ago they had seized ten boys and teachers and had them shot in the legs. Thirty years ago men and women, students and professors, who in 1979 were my age were massed in the main hall where I studied and followed the lessons in my first year.
Thirty years ago, a corridor of my school was covered in blood.
Thirty years ago, the Red Brigades kidnapped, shot, spread terror.
Today, December 10, 2009, in the same auditorium, with the same witnesses and protagonists of the episode, there was the dean of the faculty and staff members, some journalists, two cameras and a handful of my peers.
Fifteen of the first year. A dozen of the latter. None of the third.
We have heard testimony and then moved as a former student stood up, thanked those present and asked: "Why do so few young people?".
Why? It is a question I'm asking myself, with shame and indignation. I was there, present, and I knew nothing of this episode. Of course, I am a student away from home, but more so anxious to know something, to know and understand.
But today, after class, they all huddled at the exit and present the evidence we were just us, the few, the attentive, curious, interested.
The same former student then raised his voice, young people looking at us: "Because no one remembers? Why must it be forgotten? Why do we talk about those who have committed this act of terrorism and no mention of those who suffered? Of those who had crowded behind a chair, pressed against friends and professors, looking to mount a Kalashnikov in front of your eyes? Who was lying on the ground in a pool of blood? Where did everybody go? ".
I wonder myself and I'm really furious. I do not understand how they can be so apathetic my peers.
The warning of this opportunity came only yesterday, everything was arranged quickly, but I can understand why, because two hundred Italian students attend only if they are given a score? Why?
do not understand, I do not understand, not condone.
Thirty years ago, our school has been targeted because they train managers and entrepreneurs. Even today they form and this fills me with deep shame, because my classmates and peers become managers and entrepreneurs, families are important and will themselves be important. Why do people take the lead did not have the time or inclination to be present today to relive those moments.
Why is it impossible that two hundred people and more anyone besides us has tried to come, especially since they knew that from 16 to 18 there would be another lesson, then removed to allow all interesting to be present at the event. I'm really furious
and frightened. Why
thirty years ago men, women, students, professors were there, impounded, he was shot in the legs and were close in a grip of terror and yet, the next day, with courage, are all presented in class.
Because today, thirty years later, the students have not even had the courage and desire to listen to what happened in the same corridors, in the same classrooms where I now study, we laugh and joke. They
, witnesses, do not forget. We , successors, we do not want to know.

I had to write it, I had to leave the track, I was outside. Why I
not want to forget.

Ford Fiesta Ipod Connection No Sound

New community!

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After much hesitation, finally came mstrssl_fanfic where they will be posted new work! (Including prompt fic I promised UU).
is currently under construction, but if someone wants to make suggestions, so be it!