Kill yourself.
I didn't miss it, it just wasn't worth time.
You weren't alive for Old Who and it didn't have consistent reruns between its close and the opening of the new series.
New Who has been running for less than 5 years in America, it's not even vaguely comparable.
Whatever you have to tell yourself.
This is how we know you don't actually even like anime.
This is how we know you are a filthy casual.
If you'd gotten it 3 years ago you could've gotten it for free.
That's gross.
Trust me. You hate him. I know this kind of thing. I'm a doctor.
Everyone always hates you.
You have an hour until first period and transit, on foot, takes about fifteen minutes. Eating takes ten minutes. Showering takes fifteen minutes. Packing up all your stuff takes ten minutes. Brushing your teeth takes five minutes. Looks like you were lucky to get up at this time. Not that you are much of a stickler for being on time. You kind of suck at school. You can only read most of the on grade level books if you keep a dictionary and a literary device catalog next to you, you can't do algebra without a calculator, you can't tell a conjugation from a subjunctive mood, you end up dry heaving whenever you have to do the mile run and you don't have the head for memorizing dates. Physics and chemistry are a little different because of all the stuff you learned making bullets and guns with your nut case father, but you're still not exactly great at those either. That's part of why you hide all your test scores from everyone. At school you're feeling as ****** as ever. You're not even gonna be fully awake for another hour so you decide to doodle out some modification specs for the Taurus Raging Bull your dad just bought last month. He doesn't like you messing with his guns but he bought it for your exclusive use in the show, so you're gonna do what you damn well please. First period is Spanish. Something about buying a chocolate for your dog or winning a candy for your burrito from what you can tell. Just so happens the teacher called on you. You should... [] Ask him to repeat the question. [] No lo se, pendejo. [] Pie are squared.
Use your elbows.
The heaven's rulers have been appeased.
Way to divine justice yourself.
You search for your gun briefly before realizing that your dad keeps it locked up at home. The apartment is just a place where you stay when he's working on guns and he wants you to learn something because your mother doesn't like you to do such dangerous things in the house. Not like money's an issue right now. Your dad's corny ass show took off like a veritable rocket last year when he first asked you to perform. Last night he taught you how to turn semi-auto into auto. Not something you're a huge fan of. You like pistols the best. They're elegant and stylish. Not really your speed, but it's a little pet dream you have that one day you'll be the kind of person that has a sense of fashion. You're not feeling really well right now though. Mom and dad have been fighting forever and you've never really had a good rapport with any of your peers because of all the time you spend practicing your shooting and stuff. They all kind of see you as that creepy girl who sits in the back and doesn't talk. But that doesn't bug you, people are terrible. They're mean and stupid more often then not. But there is a guy you like. He's pretty much the same as you. People look at him and think he's less than they are because he's not a hulking monstrosity that hurls that retarded ball around after school. They make fun of his glasses and his comics and his out of date clothing. That's why you first talked to him when you were lab partners in chemistry. Things were going pretty well and then he got a girlfriend. A year younger than you, just like him, and in general just more normal. She was the cute bookworm that all the jocks wanted to play around with. But demure and reserved as she was she just smiled and turned them down. Anyhow, they've been going out for awhile and things are looking great for them. You're at that stage where you're sorta happy as a friend and homicidally angry as a hormonal teenager. But you felt like dying for a second there mostly because you're just not a morning person. Well, you've got an hour to get your ass to school. You should... [] blow it off. [] attend.
Nigga, that's kawaii.
I actually chuckled at DW's comment because I remember when that was a thing.
I only care about the smile on my face. It's curiously absent when I read threads like this one.
