How is it that a house so full of life and noise can become still and silent at ten in the evening like clock work? Without fail, my whole family kinda shuts down after ten. Kinda weird how we all have these timers that shut is down after ten... ish. As you can see, this was written well after those timers went off. Hence the title. Dad was in the shower when I started, but I think I'll finish anyway. My musing is done, so here is 'Reflections'
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I stared at the pool for hours, watching the ripples from the waterfall distort the image. How beautifully the water caught my reflection. He appeared as few of the things I felt and many of the things I wasn't. He appeared spaced out, slow-witted, and afraid. I am afraid, but not terribly. I am not slow nor spacey, simply withdrawn. As the refection rippled, I could see deeper into myself somehow. I saw that glint in my eye that said something was up, a smirk playing on my lips, and a confident set to my shoulders. Ha! Like I'm confident about anything! This whole thing is an experiment; an experiment that's working. All that is left is Skipper, and possibly me. When all this is over and the experiment labeled a success, will I be able to take off this mask? Will I be able to show them all who I really am? Or will I retreat in fear and lead them from the shadows? Oh, so many questions and my shifting refection had been able to answer none of them. It isn't like I thought it would, but it would have been nice if it could have.
I'm going to start working hard on Skipper, so I probably won't have the strength nor the material to write anything worth while for a time. Perhaps I shall write when all this is over, but I have no way of knowing what is going to happen. Ah well, I need sleep. Until the next time,
Gilligan
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Well, there's another installment for you. A bit more reflective, but that's what I thought of. I've always liked the whole ''reflect the inner person through a common object' thing. Too many fantasy novels? Maybe, but it makes a good story! Also, I took the language portion of the Alabama Grad Exam today and the whole week is going to be taken up by the test. The only day I'm not testing is Thursday. Pray that I make it through this week and come out for Spring Break on the other side.
In Hope,
Lil Bit
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
What... ? Oh Come On!
Out there title, but I think it fits the subject matter perfectly. I'm sorry it's been such a long time, but I've just forgotten about this. Plus it adds a bit of realism to the story... ok, lame cover up, but that's what I've got. Not much of consequence has happened or I'd have posted earlier. Ok, Youth Convention might qualify, but I was wiped out after that and I never really feel like doing anything, or thinking, after about four on week days. Anyway, here's the next installment of Gilligan's Journal.
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How long have we been on this island now? I've lost count of the days. It's been crazy this... month. Yeah, let's call it a month. I can't seem to shake the feeling of being a twisted scientist using humans as my test subjects for psychology research. It seems as though every two weeks they manage to have three near successful escape attempts. All other attempts within those two weeks are so stupid or far fetched that I didn't need to do anything for them to fail. Miserably. Terribly miserably. So miserably I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, and give them all a great big hug all at the same time. I settled for simply staring at the failed... whatever... with a blank look on my face. The blankness came from the many emotions that were fighting to get out. It was such an epic fail I wanted to call it a win sometimes. Ah well, it's been a while since they have actually believe it would work. I think they've given up on getting off this island but keep trying just for something to do.
One of my favorite fails was the Man-a-Pult. HA! I nearly frayed the cord, but I decided to wait for the professor's 'demonstration' to see just how much of a treat to my plan it was. Oh boy did that coconut fly! However, that was only until it split open against the rocks on the shore. I nearly broke a rib trying to contain my laughter. 'Alas poor Coco, I knew him well,' was the first thought in my mind after, 'there goes another one.' I couldn't say either out loud, but they were having a swell time running around my head. Oh it was beautiful how the arc went straight into the rocks like that! Of course, I didn't have to do anything with that. It was a fail from the onset. But it was funny watching the professor's face. I think I'm finally wearing him down. He's started saying that he's less and less sure his ideas will work. Jessy, the fashion barbie, has given up trying to make herself look good and Rika, the wanna be, has given up on looking or acting like anyone else. Skipper is still a moody and violent man, but he's coming round as well. The two rich people are going to need a bit more work, but I think I'm doing fairly well. Perhaps it will only take three more weeks before I can help with the whole getting off the island thing instead of hampering their efforts.
Gilligan
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Ok. Today's attempt was just plain stupid. As it is with most of the crazy ones, this idea came from the Skipper. It just made me stop and say, 'What... ? Oh come on!' How could a giant Tiki head dressed in a baseball uniform get us off the island? Really? What was this guy thinking? 'Hey I know, let's build a Tiki baseball player! It'll be great! He'll get us a ride on his private jet and we'll be home free!'? Wha... really? Really?! Skippy, you must be trippy! There is no way that would work man. Get a life and stop watching those old baseball tapes, seriously.
OK, rant over. I'll write more when I have more material.
Gilligan
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Kinda random, but hey, I thought that last bit was comedy gold. A baseball Tiki? How could that be any funnier?
Alright, I'll stop with the rambling now.
Later!
Lil Bit
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How long have we been on this island now? I've lost count of the days. It's been crazy this... month. Yeah, let's call it a month. I can't seem to shake the feeling of being a twisted scientist using humans as my test subjects for psychology research. It seems as though every two weeks they manage to have three near successful escape attempts. All other attempts within those two weeks are so stupid or far fetched that I didn't need to do anything for them to fail. Miserably. Terribly miserably. So miserably I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, and give them all a great big hug all at the same time. I settled for simply staring at the failed... whatever... with a blank look on my face. The blankness came from the many emotions that were fighting to get out. It was such an epic fail I wanted to call it a win sometimes. Ah well, it's been a while since they have actually believe it would work. I think they've given up on getting off this island but keep trying just for something to do.
One of my favorite fails was the Man-a-Pult. HA! I nearly frayed the cord, but I decided to wait for the professor's 'demonstration' to see just how much of a treat to my plan it was. Oh boy did that coconut fly! However, that was only until it split open against the rocks on the shore. I nearly broke a rib trying to contain my laughter. 'Alas poor Coco, I knew him well,' was the first thought in my mind after, 'there goes another one.' I couldn't say either out loud, but they were having a swell time running around my head. Oh it was beautiful how the arc went straight into the rocks like that! Of course, I didn't have to do anything with that. It was a fail from the onset. But it was funny watching the professor's face. I think I'm finally wearing him down. He's started saying that he's less and less sure his ideas will work. Jessy, the fashion barbie, has given up trying to make herself look good and Rika, the wanna be, has given up on looking or acting like anyone else. Skipper is still a moody and violent man, but he's coming round as well. The two rich people are going to need a bit more work, but I think I'm doing fairly well. Perhaps it will only take three more weeks before I can help with the whole getting off the island thing instead of hampering their efforts.
Gilligan
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Ok. Today's attempt was just plain stupid. As it is with most of the crazy ones, this idea came from the Skipper. It just made me stop and say, 'What... ? Oh come on!' How could a giant Tiki head dressed in a baseball uniform get us off the island? Really? What was this guy thinking? 'Hey I know, let's build a Tiki baseball player! It'll be great! He'll get us a ride on his private jet and we'll be home free!'? Wha... really? Really?! Skippy, you must be trippy! There is no way that would work man. Get a life and stop watching those old baseball tapes, seriously.
OK, rant over. I'll write more when I have more material.
Gilligan
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Kinda random, but hey, I thought that last bit was comedy gold. A baseball Tiki? How could that be any funnier?
Alright, I'll stop with the rambling now.
Later!
Lil Bit
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