Mike was wide awake. Aside from the fact that he nev er slept much, the unusual events that night, followed by a discussion, had given him something to think about Up until this point in his life he'd drifted along within the boundaries. Granted he was the one to walk on the lines, putting a foot (and occasionally an arm) across, but he had never jumped across th eline with a coup de grace [need those accents] and a declaration. College...college was another start to see where he was going, when he'll there there, and whether getting off or lawsuit was an option if he didn't like the ride [reference to a song from LUNATICS CD]. If he was a professional lemming Mike would prefer knowing if parachutes were included in the job benefits, and if the world was going to hell he'd inquire about a seasonal pass so he could take a tour and judge for himself what was coming.
Zach was wide awake. He had a case of mild insomnia and the circumstances showed all likelihood of him remaining awake until well past dawn. Another crude medical check told him that their mystery patient's temperature was down to around normal now, though she was still unconscious, and the sudden appearance of society as a topic of discussion once again made him wonder just where everything--and that included the world and everything in it--was going. Technically--and Zach was always careful about technicalities [is this an actual word?] --this wasn't his problem since in all chances and logic he'd be long gone before anything, much less everything, went anywhere. But that was a fast slide toward apathetic cynicism [sp?], so Zach put on proverbial breaks and pondered why the tree crashed outside.
Nick was starting to doze off. He was tired and now that things seemed to have calmed down a bit (the intensity of banging-about in the hallways appeared to have decreased somewhat), he was beginning to feel the effects of what had ended as a stressful day for him. Soon his breathing pattern alerted his friends to just how tired he was.
[I suddenly find myself wondering whether or not Nick snores.]
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4 comments:
Yeah the first paragraph was noticeably off in terms of structure and grammar and just mistakes.
And unless I'm mistaken you want to know HOW to do the accents, not where to put them, right?.. I don't know this, but I remember Victoria liked to do it a lot. And you can probably find out if you google it.
The most obvious and easiest (for me) solution for the errors and structures is just for me to spend more time on it, which I'm fine with (hey professional writers usually say it takes them 2 hours to write a paragraph, I do about one page in 30 minutes), except it means, of course, the story'll updated less frequently. So I'll do that, but just a heads up....
And yeah, I meant how to type the accents in the plain text box because I can't figure out how to do it on the keyboard and I probably should google it.
Don't know who Johnny Cash is (are you really that surprised?), why does Mike have Euler's formula hung in his room if he really doesn't want people to know he's a geek and a math major?
And eesh, many comments. Scary.
MORE COMMENTS HEHEHEHHE.
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anyways. I looked up stuff about Euler's formula and and and IT IS PROVED WITH THE USE OF TAYLOR SERIES!
If not Nick, I think I will have to step in and strangle Mike for having such a thing in his room ;P
i'm not doing this on purpose, i swear! but-- another comment:
Nick does not snore =P French are too delicate to snore *nod*
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