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I think we should make this a fad.

 

Everyone who wants this to happen and has a blog, copy this entry, no?

A tall, tired-looking Asian boy slumped in his chair as he faced an old laptop whose screen moved whenever it was nudged just a tiny bit. His desk was strewn with various college business cards, misplaced papers, notebooks, college guides, magazines…even a video camera. His blankets were sprawled out on his bed, and various articles of clothing were strewn across the floor. On his laptop, there were seven windows open: two AIM rectangles, one kept on blinking, obviously showing another instant message was waiting, three Word documents, two of which were his college essays that he had so painstaking-

 

OH OOPS, WE DON’T CARE.

 

What the heck? Where did-

 

…

 

Anyways, there were two college essays-

 

I’M SORRY, DID WE ASK YOU FOR YOUR PRIVATE INFO? COOL STORY, HANSEL.

 

AS I WAS SAYING, THE TIRED CHINESE MALE WAS-

 

It would be nice if you stopped rambling about your life now. That would be great, thanks. Anyhow, it seems that there was a bit of a…shall we say…a lull…in your BZPower excursions. Care to explain?

 

Well, you see, I’ve had a lot of school stuff lately, and college applications are coming up! Obviously, not to be offensive, but real life kind of trumps BZPower.

 

So…you were working on college applications…over the summer. You’ve never been one for that kind of work, HN. What else are you hiding? Some dark secrets? Are you actually afraid of going back to BZP? Are you afraid that somebody on BZP will find out that you-

I WAS IN CHINA AND HAWAII. IT’S RATHER HARD TO DO BZP STUFF THERE. Leave me alone! I need to go cry in my corner.

 

Right, you’ve been going there regularly for some time now. (It’s actually kind of disturbing and sad.) But you’ve been slacking, HN. Slacking hard.

 

I KNOW! I KNOW! I’M SORRY. BUT SCHOOL AND COLLEGE AND SENIOR YEAR AND-

So what about all the times that you went out with friends? All the food outings? The birthday parties? The hang-outs? The shows? The-

 

I’M SORRY THAT I HAVE ANOTHER LIFE TOO. GO AWAY.

 

Really? How about all those times that you sat blankly at your flickering laptop and did nothing?

 

I don’t….I don’t know what you’re talking about.

 

HN. Face it. You. Need. To. Finish. The. Story.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

 

Twelve Days? You do remember that, right? The one that the Toa Seneca— people of your OWN TEAM. YOUR OWN TEAM. THAT YOU ABANDONED—encouraged you to finish? Begged you to finish? Pleaded with you to finish? …Threatened you so that you’d finish?

….IT WAS A MISTAKE. A MISTAKE.

 

Then you’ve been leading a mistake for two years now. Two years. That’s longer than a baby.

 

I KNOW. I KNOW I- Wait. What?

 

Finish it, HN. Finish what you started. You can’t let it die, like you did to KG. It’s waiting. Still there. The party don’t stop til Solizee walks in.

 

Isn’t that a line from…? Anyways, bah. I guess you’re right. BUT KG WON’T DIE. It’s just….you know. There. Like mildew. Except that it’s not.

Twelve Days of Holidays. Your last year as a child, HN. Finish it before year’s end. December 13th. Post up the first chapter. Write the last two. And if you don’t….

 

….I’m afraid.

Well, have you heard of cruel and unusual punishment?

Yeah?

 

In BZP, it’s not unconstitutional. (:

 

…I see. ALL RIGHT. I’LL FINISH IT. OKAY?

 

Hello? Hellloooo? Weird voice embodiment? Are you still there?

 

….

 

Great. Time to write, I guess. And I can’t believe I just talked to….somebody (myself? My computer? My unicorn? I like unicorn) for like twenty minutes.

Blargh.

 

A tall, tired-looking Asian boy slumped in his chair as he faced an old laptop whose screen moved whenever it was nudged just a tiny bit. His desk was strewn with various college business cards, misplaced papers, notebooks, college guides, magazines…even a video camera. His blankets were sprawled out on his bed, and various articles of clothing were strewn across the floor. On his laptop, there were seven windows open.

 

He stared at his laptop, and covered his head as he read Inferna’s latest blog, going over what the weird unicorn had said.

 

“Frick.”

 

He’ll be writing. And you know what’ll happen if he doesn’t. (: