Oh my fucking God, I'm still laughing my ass off over the fact a certain noob called someone else two-faced when they're a fucking hypocritical drama slash drag queen. Ahem. ._. Hullo, people. ._. Would you like some tea? .-. Well, no. You don't get any. Not until one of you helps me with my project. The nerve of some people. Yesterday night, my project partner and I were scribbling on cardboard for our Evidence and Investigation term thing project crap doodle. Guess what? He pushed all the shit on me, told me to finish everything by Monday. I have, a white cardboard, who hates paint, and a five page story to write, and homework. So am I supposed to PROcrastinate for the sake of everybody else? And God damn, I'm going to punch the third partner in the face when I get back to school. I thought it was funny. .-. Teehee. Paint. Next thing you know I'll slather blue and red on my cheeks and hide inside bushes like an Amazonian— ... Nah... I don't want to break the chandelier again. ._. I can ALREADY IMAGINE MYSELF CLIMBING THE CEILING AND DESTROYING THE VASE AND EATING FLOWERS AND MOSQUITOES. c: Ain't that dandy? I'll probably get kicked out of the house and become a panhandler like I always wanted to be. Other than that I'm snailing. RAISE DAT ASS IN DE AIR AND SHAKE DAT BOOTY— *cough* well, it's better than burning the kitchen at 12:19PM. I mean, my stomach isn't ready for another burnt toast and expired glass of milk. Last time I tried that, I spit the sour milk out so fast that it landed on my dog who was innocently walking from my mom's room to mine. Yep. I'm happy and content where I am. Waiting for Sasuke Uchiha to ride into my room and pick me up on his beautiful black stallion. Unfortunately I don't think fictional anime characters will randomly charge in to a deranged fangirl's room and declare his love for her. Ahhh... Dreams. How they crush under your hands, break your soul, and make you cry at the very last minute. This is why we need more idealists in this world. c: * sips tea * ---- I couldn't help myself. I swear, these things threaten to explode if I don't write them. e.e Like this bitch ass migraine causing me both writer's block and pain.
I'm halfway through the story... *cries* two more pages and a constructive plotline to goooo... *headdesk*