Well, I've been off playing some wicked app on my iPhone. Has a lot to do with busting crimes and solvin homicides. I kind of got carried away and I'm pretty sure one of my neighbors called the police and said that I was schizophrenic... Hm... Yes... I suppose it was never a good idea in the first place, leaving the faucet running and setting up traps everywhere and throwing pillors at everyone who walked in the room... Hm. Anyway, I had fun, and I relished to time I had with a gun and a fancy ass police badge before my mom yelled at me to hand back the credit card. Other than the fact I'm shooting non existent people in a game to escape stress like doing heroin in a safer way, I'm cool. I'M COOLER THAN A POPSICLE. And that reminds me! I had a bananapop. Don't ask me what that is. It's a popsicle looking like a banana with jellyish stuff coating the outside while the inside has this heavenly mix of vanilla and... Well, banana. MOAR. I NEED MOAR. Anyway, I'm stuffing my face with food, now that you mention it. Oh, heavenly icecream cake, you taste oh so horrible with that coconut icing of yours. Ahem. I'm obviously not fat like a balloon. Yet. EAT THAT DEPRESSION AWAY, BITCH. Yeah. That's what everybody's doing these days. Stuffing their sorry ass with foods with calories, cholesterols, all that crap. ... OOH! LET ME JOIN! LET ME JOIN! And after that, I'll probably apogize to the animals that have been offended by this thread by turning vegan. Hey! Don't blame me, I love honey melon soy milk. Oh, that sweet sweet flavor. You try it. You'll eventually go in a comatose state by drinking too much. That's possible, right? "OH CHLOE, YOU SHOULDN'T HOPE SO MUCH!" Bitch please. This world needs more idealistic dreamers. Speaking of dreamers, I've recently found out that I'm a-soon-to-be psychopath in another one of these visions. Hey, judge all you want. This is a past secret, and only a few know. Namely... PHAMMIE. Well, one can be counter as few, right? PHAMMIE! LET'S HAVE POPSICLES IN THE SUN TOGETHER! FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN— Yeah. Keep this up and I'll be sent to an asylum for soliciating young kids. As for soliciating young kids... I'm pretty sure Barney's an expert of that. Doesn't he creep you out, at all? When you stare at him as he tells sweet nothings to your brain washed child? Hey, for all we know, he's probably telling the kid in some secret language that we'll all be enslaved and it'll be the New World Order. Oh, these shitty end of the world references. Next thing you know, they're planning it on May 21. Two days after my birthday. Thanks for ruining the fun, broski, I had to hide under the covers in a hotel room, and pray to God that He wasn't going to put the banhammer on my mom's wedding day. You can see how well THAT went. I had to play Zombies VS Garden Gnomes or something on the computer! Neigh. I didn't even dare touch to oatmeal raising cookies next morning. Ruined my appetite for cake eating, too. Main point, spreading false rumors will terrify little kids with a future. Hey, I'm a sucker for religious stuff. ... And I'm probably going to be bombed because I brought religion into this... Even for a tiny rant... Aren't I... Anyway, skipping topics. I've had a lot of... 'fun' this past week. Minus the fact I got kicked out of Mandarin class for 'not correcting my test'. BITCH, I DID IT FROM LESSON 1 TO THE CURRENT ONE, AND YOU STILL KICK ME OUT?! Man, I'd be damned if my mom didn't send me over to England for boarding school, ASAP. And don't tell me that's constructive criticism, because HELL NO. You should've seen my face when the teacher screamed in the hallway to move my desk ten meters away from the one in front. Yeah, it's official, little Asian girl here is on the 'most wanted list' in my Chinese teacher's clipboard. Don't ask me why, I just fail at my national language. Oh! I KNOW WHY. IT'S BECAUSE THERE'S TWO DIFFERENT WAYS TO WRITE OUT THE ENTIRE DAMN LANGUAGE AND I'M GIVEN THE HARD-TO-MEMORIZE ONE. You can now partially understand why I do not take part in any extra curricular activies in my school, and why I am ashamed of it. Well, the last one's a little exaggerated, but I sure as hell am not proud of this school. *cough* Damn, I promised to lay off the non existent meds... D: Guess I went overboard with the rant. And to now soothe this tension, I'll now present a picture to you. .... Moar sammich.
.-. Pew pew pew is the noise someone in our class makes all the time. He's a commie. ._. Skitsophrenia is easily described as this D .-. Again, one of the best rants evar.
BUDDY! THERE YOU ARE, PAL! I'm just going to tell you, Barney's planning on infiltrating your house. .-.
Oh well. DUTY CALLS! And wherever duty is, I'm there. And now that you mention it, SHITTY XBOX GAMES FTW!
Wait, that's not right. I switched them by accident. .-. COOKIE, YOU HAVE THE STYLISH FEMININE PISTOL AND CLAUDIA'LL HAVE THE BADASS RIFLE!
Wait ... Your not a psychopath yet? I am and I still can- OMFG A FLYING-t rant like y-IT'S GONNA KILL US ALL!!!!!-ou... just bloody marvelous- ARRRRRRRGH!!!!!!-classic Chloe for ya.
Holy crapple muffins Batm- what are you doing? Oh god batman! D- Did you just kill an innocent bystander? DEAR GOD BATMAN WT* ARE YOU DOING?!?!!! ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!! My spleeeeeeeeeen.....