in no paticular order... . English . English Lit. . Music composition . Music theory . Basic art . Extended art . Maths [sub groups to be arranged shortly] . Science [as stated above] . IT programming . IT databases . IT graphics
I laughed hard at this.
This needed to be said.
Jesus christ. I just read that.
I like this. It has a mysterious edge to it, and I like that essence that it holds. moar please <3
easy classes, but I only got 9 days left of vacation before hxc exams take over my life.
Holy shit do Drama. It is possibly the funniest club you wil join.
The thing is, this poem is true. I think I've been through that routine a million times throughout my childhood, and it never gets old or less frightening. Brilliant again, halezykins, <3
Milex appeared in her rightful chair, ice-blue strands of hair hanging an inch or so infront of her face. Her eyes focussed on the floor, icy pools of blue unmoving as the Dame muttered incoherent curses under her breath. If there was one thing she hated, it was meetings. Listening to that grey-haired imbecile witter on about hearts and how the organization needs to achieve their goal would kill any person, whether they had a heart or not. “Greetings superior.†She eventually spoke. Her voice was sharper than her body language had insinuated, reflecting upon the I-can’t-be-bothered-with-you mood she was in. Looking up, the strands of hair that once hung before her were brushed back from her eyes, letting her focus properly on Xaldin’s and Xemnas’ expressions. It seemed that the superior was a little tenser than usual – if that was even possible – and Xaldin seemed relaxed, or in thought, rather. I could do with some music to listen to right now.
the potato was not ripe enough for teeth to sink into, resulting in..
:B|: Hell yes. This should be a vital piece of information for all readers to take in. the legacy of MOOF shall forever remain.
Betch, you need to get your ass on msn. I'll be online...like all day (your time) tomorrow. ;-; haven't spoken in forever.
there was an asplosion.
which resulted in demyx getting pissed and slurring down the mic, marluxia stealing all the flowers, axel obsessing over the candles, zexion reading the bible...
Emzy looked up, and began to laugh at the look on Halezy's face. Jesus Christ, that expression would remain in her memory forever; a form of shock horror confined to that of bad horror movies and dramatic comedies. "Well," She started. "I just sorta" - sniff - "Was playing with my bouncy ball" - sniff - "And I hit my nose on the rebound up," - sniff - "And on the way back down." - sniff - "So then my nose bled" - sniff - "And then I sneezed over the wall and made it pretty." Finishing her sniff-filled explanation, Emzy giggled again, and began to shuffle towards where she assumed the toilets were. "You know, I still get lost in this place." - sniff - "where are the toilets again?"
not much. yourself?
....what are NERDS ?
Hey, I'm back. Hope you're doing good and stuff. x
eh, alright. Getting there xD
