Legal Stuff again.....
Yeah, ya know da drill.....I don't own these characters and stories and
phrases and blah blah blah...just don't sue me...
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-Project 59- by: Bonez aka Happy Noodle Gurl Chapter 2
The late bell to 1st period had just rung, and Zim stormed into his science class with an annoyed look on his face. "Curses! Curses to aaaaall earth-poodles!!!!! Ouch! I am bit on my leg! Observe my bite wounds, pathetic bladder wastes!!!!" The whole class stood still staring at the obviously insane skin-discolored boy with twisted emotions of sickness and rage. "Zim, please shut the hell up and be seated," said his white-haired 80 year old science teacher. "Be SILENCED!?! NEVER!!!" he yelled as he sat down at his table. Dib sighed. The whole room smelled like white-out mixed in with old people stench. He looked across the room at Zim who pulled out a piece of paper and started writing something down. Dib knew he was planning something. But lately, he didn't really care what Zim was scheming...he's been doing it for 2 years, now he just wanted a break. He briefly looked outside at the cold October day, and wished for a change in his life. "Ok class, get your whippersnappin' asses awake. I know it's first period and really early, but back in my day blah blah blah------" Their teacher rambled on for minutes about what old people used to do when they were young 100 years ago, well, you know the drill. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of toture, thier teacher, Mr. Ineedoxygen stopped and walked outta the room. Cheers of joy could be heard 3 hallways down. Dib layed his head down on his desk and closed his eyes. Oh what a b.o.r.i.n.g. day it was gonna be. Let's see: 1) get through skool. 2) go home and eat. 3) save the earth and all humanity from sheer destruction. 4) go to sleep. 5) repeat process the next day. So damn predictable......after doing the same 5 steps every day you even know what your gonna eat the next day. "Dib, I like so totally wrote you a note!" said a giggly voice that makes you just wanna get up and smack the living shit outta them for being so damn........preppy. Dib lifted his head and looked up. The most popular girl, Christie Dahoe, was standing over Dibs desk. She was wearing a poofy-pink belly shirt (god don't you hate those!?! . I wanna kill her allready!) and Tommy Gurl shorts that were so short you wonder how in the hell can her mother LET her wear that(I also wonder how them preppies can wear booty shorts in the fuckin freezing cold.). She tucked a strand of her bleached blonde hair behind her ears and dropped a lil square note infront of him. "C....c...c..christie!!! Uuuuuhh.....ggggood mornnning!!" stammered the poor stuttering fool. At this point, everyone in the class including Zim, was staring. "Like, why don't you so totally read my perfectly cute popular lil note?" Dib's glasses started falling off his nose and he pushed them back up again. Was this real for the poor mislead boy? Was this hoochy really talking to him? Any-whoo, he took the note and as he was about to open it, Mr. Ineedoxygen walked back in through the door. "Miss Dahoe, please take your damn seat," he said while sitting down at his own. Christie rolled her blue eyes and sat down at her desk. Zim looked at Dib puzzled at his "emotion." Maybe he was sick? His cheeks were red and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he opened the note. "Awww who cares about that expired fungi anyways. I hope he explodes in all his eeeeeevil redness!!!!" thought Zim. Dib opened the little square note carefully and read the pink writing:
"Hey Dibby!" "Like oh my god, I'm writing you a note! Who woulda thought I would write YOU? Funny huh?? Hehehehe! So like, I just broke up with boyfriend cuz he was being such a meany and he touched me to much. Yea, so I'm like so totally single now! I was thinking about you yesterday, and all my friends think I'm sooooooo crazy for asking you, so I like.........want to ask you a question!!!!"
Dib forgot to breath for a moment, and sucked in more air while continuing her letter.
"Ok, like here it is! I wanna know do you...........................................like sleep with little pj's or something? You just like, strike me so much as the type who would have the train-print feetsy pajamas! Hehehehe! I'm like, so sorry you're so not popular as me! Isn't that for sure? I doubt any girls gonna like you till you're like, so totally not a senior! Bye Dibby dork! The most popular caption of the cheerleading squad you'll never go out with, *Christie Dahoe*
Dib exhaled in shock of the letter. FEETY PAJAMA'S!!!! C'mon, he's not THAT big of a loser! Zim studied his expressions closely. "Interesting.....he turned red then straight to pure white in an instant. Hmmm, intestional gas?" But all Zim could do was guess his rival's sudden plunge into human emotions right now, but was totally unaware that he'd soon be joining Dib and his "moods" he didn't quite understand at this instant....
BAM!
Well! Was this chapter a little bit more eventful than the last? I thought so. Ugh, this is longer than I thought it would be.....I wanted to introduce Raye in this chapter. **tear** oh well... Christie was such a bitch, huh?? Heh, dear god I love creating revolting characters that later will be destroyed in some horrible way. Ooops, did I say that?? Well, lettme go write chapter 3 of Project 59, and I'll talk to you then, not now. Bye. Leave me with my freakin' Cheeze-Itz!
~*~Bonez aka Happy Noodle Gurl~*~
P.S.~ "If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seaty =) "
-Project 59- by: Bonez aka Happy Noodle Gurl Chapter 2
The late bell to 1st period had just rung, and Zim stormed into his science class with an annoyed look on his face. "Curses! Curses to aaaaall earth-poodles!!!!! Ouch! I am bit on my leg! Observe my bite wounds, pathetic bladder wastes!!!!" The whole class stood still staring at the obviously insane skin-discolored boy with twisted emotions of sickness and rage. "Zim, please shut the hell up and be seated," said his white-haired 80 year old science teacher. "Be SILENCED!?! NEVER!!!" he yelled as he sat down at his table. Dib sighed. The whole room smelled like white-out mixed in with old people stench. He looked across the room at Zim who pulled out a piece of paper and started writing something down. Dib knew he was planning something. But lately, he didn't really care what Zim was scheming...he's been doing it for 2 years, now he just wanted a break. He briefly looked outside at the cold October day, and wished for a change in his life. "Ok class, get your whippersnappin' asses awake. I know it's first period and really early, but back in my day blah blah blah------" Their teacher rambled on for minutes about what old people used to do when they were young 100 years ago, well, you know the drill. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of toture, thier teacher, Mr. Ineedoxygen stopped and walked outta the room. Cheers of joy could be heard 3 hallways down. Dib layed his head down on his desk and closed his eyes. Oh what a b.o.r.i.n.g. day it was gonna be. Let's see: 1) get through skool. 2) go home and eat. 3) save the earth and all humanity from sheer destruction. 4) go to sleep. 5) repeat process the next day. So damn predictable......after doing the same 5 steps every day you even know what your gonna eat the next day. "Dib, I like so totally wrote you a note!" said a giggly voice that makes you just wanna get up and smack the living shit outta them for being so damn........preppy. Dib lifted his head and looked up. The most popular girl, Christie Dahoe, was standing over Dibs desk. She was wearing a poofy-pink belly shirt (god don't you hate those!?! . I wanna kill her allready!) and Tommy Gurl shorts that were so short you wonder how in the hell can her mother LET her wear that(I also wonder how them preppies can wear booty shorts in the fuckin freezing cold.). She tucked a strand of her bleached blonde hair behind her ears and dropped a lil square note infront of him. "C....c...c..christie!!! Uuuuuhh.....ggggood mornnning!!" stammered the poor stuttering fool. At this point, everyone in the class including Zim, was staring. "Like, why don't you so totally read my perfectly cute popular lil note?" Dib's glasses started falling off his nose and he pushed them back up again. Was this real for the poor mislead boy? Was this hoochy really talking to him? Any-whoo, he took the note and as he was about to open it, Mr. Ineedoxygen walked back in through the door. "Miss Dahoe, please take your damn seat," he said while sitting down at his own. Christie rolled her blue eyes and sat down at her desk. Zim looked at Dib puzzled at his "emotion." Maybe he was sick? His cheeks were red and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he opened the note. "Awww who cares about that expired fungi anyways. I hope he explodes in all his eeeeeevil redness!!!!" thought Zim. Dib opened the little square note carefully and read the pink writing:
"Hey Dibby!" "Like oh my god, I'm writing you a note! Who woulda thought I would write YOU? Funny huh?? Hehehehe! So like, I just broke up with boyfriend cuz he was being such a meany and he touched me to much. Yea, so I'm like so totally single now! I was thinking about you yesterday, and all my friends think I'm sooooooo crazy for asking you, so I like.........want to ask you a question!!!!"
Dib forgot to breath for a moment, and sucked in more air while continuing her letter.
"Ok, like here it is! I wanna know do you...........................................like sleep with little pj's or something? You just like, strike me so much as the type who would have the train-print feetsy pajamas! Hehehehe! I'm like, so sorry you're so not popular as me! Isn't that for sure? I doubt any girls gonna like you till you're like, so totally not a senior! Bye Dibby dork! The most popular caption of the cheerleading squad you'll never go out with, *Christie Dahoe*
Dib exhaled in shock of the letter. FEETY PAJAMA'S!!!! C'mon, he's not THAT big of a loser! Zim studied his expressions closely. "Interesting.....he turned red then straight to pure white in an instant. Hmmm, intestional gas?" But all Zim could do was guess his rival's sudden plunge into human emotions right now, but was totally unaware that he'd soon be joining Dib and his "moods" he didn't quite understand at this instant....
BAM!
Well! Was this chapter a little bit more eventful than the last? I thought so. Ugh, this is longer than I thought it would be.....I wanted to introduce Raye in this chapter. **tear** oh well... Christie was such a bitch, huh?? Heh, dear god I love creating revolting characters that later will be destroyed in some horrible way. Ooops, did I say that?? Well, lettme go write chapter 3 of Project 59, and I'll talk to you then, not now. Bye. Leave me with my freakin' Cheeze-Itz!
~*~Bonez aka Happy Noodle Gurl~*~
P.S.~ "If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seaty =) "