Wheeee xD I LIKE TO DRAAWWW...

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Right. This is my... *Counts on fingers* First journal entry! Go me! Yeah and, and, and... I like to draw.. and write! Oooh, I'll post some of my really lame story here xD Hehehehe...

“Piklen! You lazy, good for nothing imp! I clearly remember telling you to find me 300 clovers. As I look at your pathetic little face and your empty basket, I somehow get the notion that you didn’t follow through with this assignment!” marina said, her eyes glaring viciously at mine. I gave her my most innocent face, the one I used periodically with all my other superiors. Her white streaked hair brushed past her shoulder as she threw her hands in the air, screaming and yelling. Her brown leather boots were aimed threateningly at me, and soon the whole building had made a group around us. Marina gave no notice to the arriving crowd, and continued ranting about my horrible work habits. My gaze slowly focused on her floppy dog-like ears, blotched with browns and maroons. “Piklen? PIKLEN! This is not good. Keep this act up and expect your sorry butt to be fired!” and with a final “hmmph”, Marina stormed off to her head office.
“Alright fella’s, the show’s over…” I said with a hint of sarcasm. The show would never be over with me and Marina, we never really got along. Ever since the company disaster picnic over in Fall Springs meadow, she has hated me with a passion.

It was a gorgeous morning in the meadow. The waterfall glistened with the sunlight, the fish happily waded through the lake, and I sat on my red and white checkered blanket with a couple other employees. We sang old English songs and floated around on the dew-covered grass, a ukulele in one hand and a beer in the other. As we made fun of the designated driver, I waddled over to Marina, who was propped up against her basket, sipping wine and eating in a very professional manner.
“*Hiccup* Yo pretty lady, wan’na dance wit me?*Hiccup*” I said to her, splashing beer on her ironed pink skirt.
“No… Thank-you,” she said, wiping her skirt, “besides, I would much rather jump of a bridge before dancing with you,” she added with a smirk. Being the drunk twit I was, I tripped over her legs, landing with a thud onto the ground.
“Oh, but yer so purtteeee…. *Hiccup*” I said, lying face flat on the ground.
“Ew, get off of me,” she said, pushing me over onto my back. I got up, waddled a bit more, then had a great idea, well, at least at the time it was a good idea… I ran up to the stream, its strong current reached about a kilometre until it hit the waterfall. My skin burned from the sun, and a swim would feel really nice. I fell into the water head first, although my eyes were blurry, and in a matter of seconds I was screaming for help, frantically trying to doggy paddle my way back to the side. The current swept me down, and in time, everyone was following me, attempting to rescue my sorry ass. Marina, being a very strong swimmer, jumped in to the water. She breast stroked her way over to me, then grabbed my olive t-shirt. With every ounce of energy she could manage, she dragged me over to the side of the bank, and pushed me onto the dry land. However, she didn’t quite make it onto land and was soon going down the stream at such incredible speeds, that none of us were brave enough to save her. What a fine day it was. She fell over the waterfall, and well, she wasn’t very happy with me when she got out.