Rick's Wait
During the original run of Up All Night, I discovered an archive of old blog posts that I had written back in 2003 and 2004. I'd like to share the first real entry that I had found in the archive. Periodically I will share what I had written more than 20 years ago. I was a sad high school student at the time who was terrified of girls and was convinced that his parents were out to get them. So I hope you're into that sort of thing. Enjoy.
Hello, and welcome to my blog. Here I will give a review of my day for the world to read and enjoy. I'm sure you will have a blast as you read about my zany life as a high school student.
Today was the first day of the Stanford 9 testing. And boy was it as boring as ever. The sophmore ones are pink, which scares me. Every year, in the example for the reading comprehension part, is a story called "Rick's Wait." It's about Rick as he waits for his brother to come home. It is a sad story that dosen't have much of an ending. I always wondered what happened to his brother. I would like a transcript of that story. If anyone out there can find it for me or something, be sure you contact me ASAP. And don't ask questions.
When I woke up this morning, the computer wasn't working. The SOB wouldn't even turn on. I didn't feel like messing with it so I didn't. Somehow, my father fixed it. Thank god. I am now back on life support. :P
I rented Metroid Prime Saturday night. I love it. I will hopefully beat it by Thursday. I will eventually buy it. I don't like stalagtites. The game is brilliant. If you own a Gamecube(which you should), go buy it or the evil bad people will come to your house and make bacon. I have been thinking about........stuff.......alot recently....yeah....stuff.... Well, that about covers my day. Good bye my fellow friends.
Somehow, I was later able to find the original text of "Rick's Wait." Here it is:
Rick walked outside. He could tell a storm was coming. The air was very still, and the cows were lying down. Then a puff of a breeze blew the dust at Rick's feet. The smell of wet dirt reached Rick's nose. Five miles off, the tip of a cloud rose up from behind a high hill. Rick shaded his eyes against the sun and looked down the road. There was still no sign of his brother's truck.