Another school assignment because I wanted a happy-ish post as a precursor to the horribly s***y one I’m gonna probably add later about how f****d up my day was…
We had to write as if we had gone into the future, found our future selves, and then told them what not to change about us/them. I went more on the story route, lost track of what I was doing, and never finished. Oh well, I like it anyway! (ISH!!)
Alos, to help you read this thing, you may want to highlight what you are reasing and then move down line by line to keep your place because it ended up so spaced apart! Just an idea!
Journal Entry #3
So. So so so so so…well, here’s the dealeo: I found this time thing-er-ma-bob. It was just sitting there. In the backyard. Steaming. I think it fell from the sky. Or something. I’m really not sure. But, like…I figured what the heck or hay or whatever it is you people still say and thought, “Ooh! Let’s go… to the future!!” and all that jazz. So…yea. I went. And…whoa. WHOA. I uh…well, I found me. Myself. I. All those people but they were…me. I, like, saw…my future self. And let me just tell you what: whoa. Today in our age (as in 2008, I think; depends on how long I was gone or how much I screwed up time by cheating it) we really don’t think about change in the sense that it is coming inevitably no matter the diverse opinions of our population. Like, we see it’s coming but we don’t realize the impact of the change in ourselves. The journey is changing us so fast and yet we don’t see it, that’s the problem. So, like, when I saw the future me it was like, whoa. This can’t be right. No no no no no…and…yea, all that stuff. It showed me how the journey changed me. The journey in that time altering machine was so fast that I saw the changes going by. I saw it all. I went 25 years into the future. 25. Years. Whoa. And now, for impact, I will say that again: Whoa. See, this little time thing came from the future, I think; like it was an attempt to go back in time, just like we in this year of 2008 think we want to – go back in time that is. And, low and behold, it worked. Whoa.
Here’s what the little “tyme” machine looked like, and what I was thinking before I decided to get into the supposed piece of junk: It was big. And plue. I know this was its color because it said so; on the outside of the machine it said: “Tyme Machine, plue colored edition.” I was hoping this was a typo, er…painto considering the words were painted onto the thing in big black letters, or ‘time’ was really spelled ‘tyme’ in the future and not that this thing was built by a retarded scientist-wanna-be who reinvented the word ‘time’ and made up a new color just to be unique. That would be…different. Plue is kind of like a turquoise color but in neon, therefore I think ‘glue’ as in ‘green + blue’ would have made more sense because ‘plue’ just resonates ‘purple + blue’, right?! Anyway, that random wack-job scientist can just have it their own way…making up stupid nonsense colors and such!
Ok, so, so far in my life changing day you have heard how I a) found the tyme thing, and b) decided that it was build by a crack-smoking freak. Pretty great, huh? So, I’m sure you’re wondering where the whole “let’s go to the future” idea popped into my head if I was thinking the machine was a piece of junk. Well, I think the only honest reason is that…I was bored. Pathetic, I know, but it’s the truth. And, like, when I’m bored I tend to do the most random and sometimes the most problematic things imaginable. So…yea; I got into the plue tyme machine.
Inside was a lot less complicated- it had 4 buttons: one said go and had a turn thingy that showed a year, one said stop, one said reset, and one said self-destruct, which only led me to further believe it was built by a wack-job, but, hey, I had nothing better to do and nothing much to lose, no? So into the future I went.
Hope you enjoyed! (I might even finish it later…who knows?!) And, yes, it was supposed to be written strangly like that, with all the “like”s and such! Bear with me – my writing style can be different (unique)!
~Airolyn
P.S. Sorry it was so hard to read! The magic-less-ness of the somtimes-ness of compy and paste!!
