Alright. You want story? I can give story. Here is a story:
I got back from work today very exhausted, because after all I'd had a full day of work and laundry. Needless to say, I was not much in the mood to do homework. I should have tended to some housework-like-things instead, like refilling the soap dispenser and the humidifier, but these things require standing. Since when I'm at work and NOT taking care of a customer, I tend to dance (yes I AM crazy), my legs were quite tired, so standing was not preferable. The obvious course of action was to procrastinate, so I moseyed on over to MC and noticed that there were some recent posts in "Amazon? Moi?" Now this very much surprised me, as I don't even remember the last time I posted any of that particular tale. I read the recent posts, and then I re-read the posted story, which was a much more emotional experience than I expected. I also re-read most of the replies to said story, which means I laughed quite a bit too. And then, when I reached the end of the thread and got up to pour myself some more tea, I tried to remember if this was one of the stories that has PART of a chapter PARTLY written in a notebook located somewhere. Darned if I could remember, but it just so happens that the appropriate notebook is located HERE, so I grabbed it to check. Sure enough, I found a few more pages, and I laughed hysterically while I read them. (My neighbors must be wondering how I'm having so much fun on a Sunday night.) And then I got to the end of what I had written, and (as usually happens when I get to the "end" of an unfinished story of mine) I started yelling at myself for stopping THERE.
See? There. That's a story. I can prove it's a story, too, because for one of my classes I've been reading a book all about narrative. That there is definitely a chunk of narrative. It has a main character acting as the narrator, who relays several events--that'd be the plot. Granted, it's not a terribly riveting story, but it is, in fact, a story.
It's just not the story you want.
It's really not the story that I want, either. Not that I'm sure what story I do want. My writing-for-fun operation of thought has primarily been running around in Fraggle Rock since August. Primarily, and not entirely, because at least two of the possible-story-like-things I've played with involve Doc and Sprocket taking Gobo on a cross-country road trip. Oh, and occasionally Kermit and Piggy poke their way into my thoughts. And SOME of my writing-for-fun-thought-operations, believe it or not, have been non-fan-fiction ideas! Can you believe it? I can't believe it. It started with my Creative Writing class, see, and the assignment to invent a word with an actual meaning. My word was squifilous, and it describes a bird that does not exist outside of my own imagination. Isn't that fascinating? I think that's fascinating. And I also think that I am rambling uncontrollably, and I should probably stop. But if I do stop, then I'm controlling it, so it's obviously not uncontrollable rambling... but I digress--which is, of course, a natural part of rambling.
...I no longer remember the point of this post. Don't you just hate when that happens?