Frighful beginning

A gem-like eye opens in the dark; 'tis waiting on a crude boat to embark. It fidgets, the being, and feels the walls of his dwelling push him out. Its translucent lips pout for fear of what it will be seeing. As blood vessels churn, our tiny little stranger starts to yearn.
The midget softly brushes hus thumb against his nose, and plays with the protruding hose that seems to sprout from his belly. How strange it all seems. What a few darks ago felt like an infinite vastness of dark liquid today felt cramped and suffocating. He was outgrowing his skin, that sweet wrapper he had nestled in.
And just as he was pondering his decision - rather inclined to find a way out of his crowded home - there occured the strangest thing.
The supple muscles of the warm cocoon contract: now, electricity racing through the human body, it's time to act! Our wanderer turns over, anligning himself with the bones of his owner. No time now for sweet reflection: the torrent of the river pushes him forward.
Pulses rush, and the small alien hears blood vessles all around him moan with the rapidity of the aforementioned liquid. He coils up, savouring for one last moment that small universe which he was the centre of. He let the warmth of the dark fluid world run over him again, give him strength. Then, with all his tiny, frail little might, he pushed, shattering to pieces the silver arch above his head which was holding him in. The sound of the rupture pierced the hero's ears as he made his way through a strangling tunnel.
After what seemed like forever, the tunnel ended, and his body found a million sensations at once, outside the engulfing blanket he had lived in. There was something from above, something white, something which made other things bright. There was a stinging flavour in the air, and there were about ten burning tentacles carressing his back. Then those were gone, and something more coarse than he'd ever felt touched him. In a flash of panic, the small lump discovered that his small sprout-tube was gone. He immediately realised it had been a mistake leaving that enrapturingly safe reality.
He was cold. Harsh metallic clanks roared around him, accompanied by low, wooshed hushes. Panic set into his rotating limbs as he desperately arched forward to once again feel the chiselled walls that had previously enclosed him. He touched nothing but air, and felt frightened.
Suddenly, his fear - to him an alien feeling - burst from his tight throat and into the air. He could not believe what sounds he was making, yet he sensed the shrill trills were his. He needed to call for help, he needed to keep on calling.
And he did so, shrieking helplessly in the numb silence outside, like a shaman beckoning the return of the spirit world.

["Congratulations, madam. It's a boy."]

99. Just a number.

99 problems.

not.

(thanks Noelle>:D< Cony can subscribe!)
1.They say I'm geeky.
2.I hate my computer right now because it just magically deleted my first 13 things.
3.I have a temporary obsession with Grey's Anatomy.
4.I watch it on youtube.
5.I love Burke=P~
6.I love to read.
7.The first real book [novel] I ever read was The Wizard of Oz.
8.I can never praise myself for fear of sounding haughty or arrogant.
9.I'm not scared of many things - maybe just loss.
10.I love waterfalls.
11.I love being surrounded by water.
12.I seem to have just filled the void created by my infamous computer.
13.>>here goes a large number of rock bands<<
14. I like tapping and rippling the thin crust that warm milk makes when it's brought out into the cold.
15. But I strongly dislike eating it.
16. I'm supposed to be studying for my Chemistry test.
17. I'm blogging instead\:D/
18. Chocolate.
19. Fantasy.
20. Philosophy.
21. I planted wheat on St Andrew's and it's already 20 cm high.
22. I'm hoping to have a full-grown crop by the end of the next millennium.
23. I have absurdly fantastic friends.
24. All of which are elves:)
25. I'm one in a million, babe.
26. I'm a shooting star.
27. Who recognizes the above as Guns N' Roses lyrics please raise their left hand.
28. I want a pet dragon.
29. Blue, silver or green.
31. My net just got disconnected.
32. I want machines to be able to think.
33. Christ, that just means I want someone around 24/7.
34. Yey! My net went back up again.
35. This list is going to be horribly long.
37. I get bored quite easily sometimes.
38. I have a horribly long list of lucky songs which I try to listen to every morning.
39. I create my own system of superstitions.
40. I can't believe this is 40 already:-
41. The internet is for porn.
42. #41 was for my Fellowship strictly, but i reccomend everyone to youtube it:)
43. I regret not listening to more Nirvana.
44. Someone told me I shouldn't if I don't want serious emotional damage.
45. I'm already almost halfway:D
46. Why are there only 99 things?
47. Is it okay if I go the even hundred?
48. Bittersweet Symphony is officially one of my favourite songs.
49. Sleep. I love to sleep.
50. I love travelling alone.
51. Makes me feel free.
52. And independent.
53.I'm listening to You and Me by Lifehouse.
54. I find it very sweet:)
55. I don't really like Coldplay but I am currently obsessing over Viva la Vida.
56. Another Grey's Anatomy episode is loadiiing\:D/
57. I bought my parents Christmas presents.
58. I wish I were walking in Utrecht.
59. Or any Dutch city, really.
60. I am not exactly the cheerleader type.
61. I laugh.
62. I can't really help it.
63. Whenever i think it's inappropriate, I bite my lip.
64. Or I squeeze the closest friend's arm.
65. I can't stand people who can't talk right.
66. I can't stand inconsiderate people.
67. I pity the socially retarded.
68. Call me crazy.
69. I'm watching a makeup tutorial.
70. I find it quite reduntant.
71. I wouldn't normally be caught watching makeup tutorials, but hey, it's late, and I'm tired.
72. It's given me a cute idea, though.
73. Tomorrow is the last day of school.
74. I can't wait for Christmas to come.
75. Not really for the presents, but for the atmosphere.
76. I'm a million different people.
77. From one day to the next.
78. I can't change.
79. Who above recognizes the Bittersweet Symphony (The Verve) lyrics, raise their right hand, please.
80. I doubt anyone did:))
81. These really aren't 99 things about me.
82. I an defined by my thoughts, feelings and opinions.
83. My traits are really quite inconsistent.
84. They don't make me unique.
85. I find so many people who share my traits.
86. But I know I'm different.
87. I write rhyming prose.
88. I find I can't really manage my thoughts in verse.
89. It's just an oddity of mine.
90. I can't cry in public.
91. I can never overdramatize in public.
92. No offence, but people who do cry in public (I mean all the freaking time) aren't exactly what I would call wronged.
93. They just need attention.
94. I don't get those who change who they are for attention.
95. I don't get people who refuse any infusion of culture.
96. I'm close to the finish.
97. But I am more than 99 lines in a blog.
98. Bittersweet Symphony has ended.
99. And so have I.

P.S.: These are "99 things about me", don't expect to be able to claim my friendship once you've read them. It take a lot more than that to crawl under my skin, I tell you.