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Post by dell on Oct 9, 2011 19:15:22 GMT -6
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Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more  As a general rule, Presley wasn’t good with electronics. Growing up, she didn’t have a very functioning television like everyone else did. She survived on antenna, if that, and an old VCR that she used to watch Disney movies on. If it didn’t work, all she did was hit it around a bit and it would snap back into form. She did, however, have old school game consoles that she still uses, like the Sega Genesis and the Nintendo 64, along with the way old Dreamcast, but nothing really innovative. Her parents didn’t like the idea of their daughter’s life being ruled by technology, and had only really allowed Presley to listen to the radio. Otherwise, she was reading, working on the farm, with the animals, fiddling around downstairs in the music room or in the studio. The whole concept of technology was more or less foreign to her.
The distinction was clearly made when everyone in high school ended up with cellphones, some even before ninth grade. Presley saw the hype, but knew her parents would never get one for her, just as it had taken them a long time to get an internet connection and a lap top for her, and that was only because she needed them for school. They had, in fact, had quite the debate about whether or not they should homeschool their daughter, and not let some institution ruled by ‘the man’ dictate what their daughter learnt. In the end, Presley had one, getting to go to school and a computer at the same time. It wasn’t until a few years ago that Presley got a cellphone, and that was because she bought it herself when she turned eighteen. Luckily, she had gotten an iPhone, and had calmed her parents with the idea they’d always be able to contact her, and she could take her music wherever she went without having to lug her computer around. They’d been angry at her for a while, but had eventually forgotten about it altogether.
Since then, she’d become quite attached to her phone, that she had affectionately named Louie for no real reason. But had she gotten better with technology? Basically, no. She could do the basics, and that was it. She still had trouble adapting to the fact that she had to be careful with the touchscreen, or else it would freak out and she’d lose at Angry Birds, like she was now. At least she blamed her ineptitude at the game on the screen, when in reality, she just couldn’t get the fucking things to hit the stupid pigs! “I don’t understand!” she exclaimed loudly and slammed her phone down on the table, finally frustrated to her limits. 453 words. open. wearing this. hahaha most frustrating game ever, especially for the technology impaired. |
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Post by DARCY MARIE KEHL on Oct 10, 2011 20:46:01 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/tvsvE.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px;]kill you up with my lyricals  WORDS 508 TAGGED PRESLEY NOTES -- Darcy double checked her cellphone. It was the picnic tables, right? Yes, it was. She packed two slices of her newly baked lemon cake into one large piece of tupperware, along with some plastic forks. Darcy and Presley were going to eat some hummus and some cake, and it's going to be a blast! Darcy laughed to herself a bit, as she thought about Presley. The girl never seemed to let her down entertainment-wise... whatever that meant. Presley wasn't one to fall victim to a fan girl. Although she did love her fans, she also liked friends that treated her like an equal.
Presley was in Hunter Square, at the picnic tables. She wasn't too far. Ever since Kehl and the Creeps began to get a positive reputation around Hunter Square, her mother suggested that they move closer, so it would be easier for the Creeps to practice and bring all their equipment over. The move certainly paid off and even when Darcy wasn't due to go on stage, she's still able to hang out in the Square and check out other local bands.
The days were still warm, and the sun was still up for quite long. She loved the weather so much, but she knew fall was going to come... which meant Halloween and yellow/orange/red trees. But for now, she tried to enjoy the warm weather while it lasted. Darcy happily made her way across the street and across the Square to meet up with Presley. She had arrived just in time to see Presley slam her phone into the table. A little scoff had escaped her. Had she really just done that? "What did the poor phone ever do to you?" |
[/COLOR] Darcy giggled, as she made herself comfortable on the picnic table seat across from Presley. "I brought the goods."[/COLOR] she grunted in joking tone, as she pulled out the tupperware from the plastic bag. Darcy struggled a bit to get it open, so she had to really pull on the cover. Darcy pulled, and pulled with all her might, until it finally came loose. But all that energy didn't just disappear. The cover had went flying off, down the picnic tables, smearing icing on the wood. A blush appeared on Darcy's face. Did she really just do that? She laughed softly aloud, but was mostly just incredibly embarrassed. Who did that? "Excuse me, I'll just have to fetch the lid."[/COLOR] Darcy joked s'more and then crawled her way over on the tables to get the lid which seemed to have flew down one whole table. It was a good thing not many people were around... or else that would have been really embarrassing. What if this place was packed, like it was during lunch or dinner? Or, what if she had hit someone with the cover? Darcy winced even at just the thought. After retrieving the cover, she slid it under the tupperware so she wouldn't lose it again. She pulled out the forks inside the tupperware and handed one to Presley, "Bon appetite! Dig in!"[/COLOR] [/div] call me verbal criminal [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] TEMPLATE BY KHRISTIAN OF CAUTION 2.0, LYRICS BY GUNGOR[/center] |
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Post by dell on Oct 18, 2011 20:51:49 GMT -6
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Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Honestly, if Presley hadn’t had the few interruptions during her game that she had had when Darcy was texting her, she was fairly sure she’d have thrown the phone on the ground. Generally, she wasn’t a violent person, and she was quite capable of keeping her head in all sorts of stressful and dreadful situations, but since she’d never been much exposed to technology, she had a few small feelings of incompetency that related to most electronics. If she didn’t get them on the first try, she always got frustrated, and a few times after that, well, she’d get angry and would stop what she was doing completely. Childish, yes, but she felt like she needed to prove herself to the world, to show that even if she had been introduced to it later on in life, she could still learn just as quickly as anyone else and be just as able. Obviously, this was the case with most things, but Presley seemed to be having the toughest time with new video games. At least, when she went home she could play on the old Sega Genesis and kick butt without worrying about feeling good enough.
Home, actually, sounded good right now. It was pretty sunny out, and having been standing outside most of the day, a lot of Presley’s energy had been drained. Not to say that she wasn’t her usual chipper self. Well, she would have been if it wasn’t for those stupid birds who were angry at those stupid pigs. Why would birds be angry at pigs anyway?! It didn’t even make sense. Not that a lot of things did, and Presley was usually okay with that, but now that she was frustrated, she’d take a stab at anything in the game that she could. It was a little habit of hers; when she felt like she couldn’t do something, she downgraded it until it didn’t matter. The same didn’t apply to people as Presley would never speak a bad word about anyone; she’d been raised better than that.
“It made me lose at Angry Birds,” Presley explained once Darcy made her appearance like she had promised. Darcy and she had gotten pretty close in the last little while; the girls were actually quite similar and had certain tastes that aligned well. Presley liked Darcy quite a bit; she was funny and fun to be around, though Presley did wish she’d watch her feet a little more so the poor girl wasn’t always nursing injuries, but she supposed there was nothing she could really do about that. “That... that looks delicious,” Presley stated, nearly salivating at the look of the cake... and the smell... oh sweet Mother Nature there had to be drool coming down her chin by now. It looked good enough to eat, and that was exactly what Presley planned to do.
She couldn’t help but giggle at Darcy as the lid flew away and the girl hurried to get it before it disappeared. All the while cracking open her own bag and pulling out three little Tupperware containers, each with a different homemade hummus; black olive, sun-dried tomatoes, and roasted garlic, that she and her mother had made themselves, along with another, larger contained of homemade potato crisps that had been harvested from their fields, cut, washed and baked all in Presley’s home. It was a lot of work for a simple snack, but it was all worth it in the end. Presley opened her own containers, making sure to watch out for her lids before accepting Darcy’s offer of a fork once the girl came back. Her sweet tooth was no secret, and as soon as Darcy gave her the green light, Presley all but dove face first into the cake. “This is yummy Darce!” she said with another large bite. She’d feel the repercussions later at the non-organic ingredients, but right now it just tasted so good.
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