Woot, you agree. c: And do you know the name of the artist who drew the sig? x_x
That's all fine. Might take me a bit too. About to make breakfast.
Since you're always tired, it's a good thing you get such a nice break, huh? Hey. I'm good, you?
I know rigggght? 8D I was going to change my theme to something Christmassy, but then I decided to wait until December for that, and go with South...
I should go out and party, just for the hell of it. Just call up my friends and be all like, "Let's go get high, even though none of us smoke." And they're cool so they'd be all, "Frack yeah." And then we'd chicken out and not actually do it, but we'd end up in the mall parking lot. And one of my friends would be all, "Hey, Jayn? You ever thought about the meaning of life?" And he'd be laying on the top of my other friends car, and I'd take a swing of my cream soda and be all, "Who hasn't?" Then acoustic guitar music would play. Yeah.
Sleeping in sounds so good to me right now. At least it's the weekend. I've been more tired than usual lately.
Oh dear. That's a while to have off. xD I think we only get a few days, at the most. D:
XD So...What's up?
Hello~ I'm doing fine. ^^ And you're welcome, how are you?
lolol, pads.
I'm a huge traditional Disney whore, so I would think I'd be super excited for this. But I'm not. As cute as it looks...I don't know, maybe Toy Story 3 scarred me. I'm just praying to God this movie won't have another hidden message about adolescence, because I really don't need to be bawling in the movie theater...again.
I'd go. I was forced to go to a Chris Brown concert with my friend (before he hit that one Umbrella girl), and it was actually pretty...pretty chill. Not that I enjoy his music. But the experience. c: It's something to use against her forever...and tell your children about.
*My wii. O.o I loved Zelda in general. I heard there's a new game coming out soon. And...Yes, please. :3
Don't worry, I'm sure the fruits will forgive you. :'D Yeah...Thanking me for helping them fulfill their purpose in life. BB|
...You don't like ham? ; ; I don't like the deli ham...But the big pretty pink ones for Thanksgiving = yuuuum.
That' awesome.~ I've been playing by ear since I was three, and STILL don't know how to read notes. xD I should stop being lazy and learn. >>
Oh, wow. Well, you're further along than I am! I don't know. I just can't find much motivation for all of this...It's a little depressing.
Brings back so many memories.
@P He could respond to the Knight's escaping, but I know we're mainly waiting on Luna, and I'm waiting to post for you (to post as Sync).
” “I can do better than him anyways, right? I mean, it’s not like the boy was God or anything. Hah, he wasn’t even all that attractive. I mean, me with a Latin guy? And how cliché is the name Alejandro these days anyways? This isn’t a Lady Gaga song, people. I mean, seriously, you know?” “…Actually, I don’t.” “And who makes out in the park? That’s so…so…trashy! That’s the word. It’s pure trash. Doesn’t anyone have self respect anymore?” “I suppose not.” “SLUT!” “…I respect your opinion, but I hardly think—.” “Oh, no, not you. I was thinking about Lillian. That traitor. Why would she do this to me? To ME of all people? I’ve been so good to her…I’ve bought her lattes when she was having a down morning, I’ve hooked her up with friends and the first time I’m interested in a guy she goes and stabs me in the bloody back. A slut, that’s what she is. S-L-U--.” “Look…This conversation has been lovely and all, but I have to get back to work.” “—T. …Understood. Um…What’s your name again?” “Jennifer.” “Ah, yes. Jennifer. I’ll see you in class on Monday. Um. I was wondering, actually. Would you like to maybe hang out at the mall or something this weekend?” “No.” “Yeah, you’re right. You’re probably…busy.” “…Yeah.” “Catch you later, Jenny. Aha.” CLICK. I believe we can all safely assume that Gwen is an average teenage girl trying to find her place in the world. Not quite perfect, not quite special. Just somewhere in the middle, in that awkward phase that people are expected to be over after eighteen, even though scientifically speaking, they have about another four or five years to go, and some people never make it out. Gwen was average, she was human, and she was just a tad superficial sometimes. In her mind, she kept replaying what she truly wanted to do at the park while Lily-traitor and Ale-jerkface were eating each other’s faces off. (Notice how this making out just keeps getting more and more violent in Gwen’s head.) Not only would there have been some serious violence involved and targeted at the all-but-innocent Lillian, but she would probably have become a registered sex-offender. You can thank Alejandro’s muscles and Gwendolyn’s hormones for that. Jennifer was the opposite. She was goal-oriented, knew what she wanted to do (and was doing), and was 28 and married with a child on the way. Not to mention how reserved a person she could be in public. She was just a girl in one of Gwen’s college classes. They had exchanged numbers for a project. Needless to say, the day at the mall was a very bad idea. Gwen wasn’t used to this aloneness. She was used to calling up Lily in situations like these and going to get a pedicure. She wasn’t used to heartbreak. Even if it had been her own fault that she had ended up here. So caught up in this self-pity and loneliness, Gwen continued to speed on, using the gas pedal as a sort of continuous drum kick to the bass of the next EX-TAZY song blaring. She closed her eyes and tapped on the steering wheel, letting the music flow through her veins, like a drug. Like a poison. She was so caught up in this that she barely noticed the red light in front of her, and it took her a moment to register the fact that she was about to kill someone. When she finally did, however, her foot slammed down on the brake and her forehead bumped into the steering wheel. “OH, JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL.” In her mind, she had just spun out of control and hit the man. The man had splattered all over her windshield and her car had flipped over eight or ten times into a gasoline truck that exploded on impact. People were running around on fire screaming bloody murder…In reality, the bumper of the car probably just brushed against the man’s leg, if any contact was made at all. Her eyes were clenched shut and she could feel herself trembling, adrenaline pumping through her veins. “I’m dead. I’ve died. It’s over for me. Pasta lava-stah. Or, whatever.” Upon hearing her voice, it occurred to her that she was, in fact, not dead. (She would have known the phrase if she were in Heaven, duh.) So, she peeled herself from the wheel, got out of the car trembling and everything and approached the man. “I am SO sorry! Are you okay? You’re not dead, are you? OH MY GOD. THIS ISN’T HAPPENING. We’re spirits, aren’t we? No one else can see us but each other, and the—where are our corpses? WHY AM I STILL WEARING THIS STUPID DRESS?” //OOC:
