Okay. Semi serious thr Oh, who am I kidding? The extent of my seriousness is a couple of posts a day. The rest is just my not so quick wit and my amazingly terrible powers of learning the art of bullshitting. But...you ever feel like you don't belong? And I don't mean this in the type of Cinderella bull where she sings about love and babies and evil people trying to keep her down. I mean this as an honest to goodness question. I'm going to relate the question to this game and myself (of course). You're supposed to be able to write best about what you know and experience, right? I've been club hopping for a couple months now... Well, not quite months. More like weeks. Or a week and a half. I have no internal clock or sense of time passing. So I dunno. But I've been hoppin and I can't seem to find a good home club. Sure, The Pack is my home club. I fell in love with that club and the people in it. It was...Fantabulous. Splendiferous. I LOVED it. And it's still great! But...I got tired of certain things so...I left. And I'll go back. But I just want a club that I can actually relax in, that I can be myself in, where people will actually listen to what I say, where someone will be on. And that stuff isn't easy to find in a club. Sure, you can advertise it, but that doesn't make it true. But that's just my club spiel. Nothing important. Just chucked it off my chest Next ordah of bizznezz! I almost forgot. Laid here for five minutes thinking. Just for you guysses. Awwwwwwwwww, Azzy Wazzy, you must really, really care! ...No. I just got distracted. Don't interrupt me, you fool. I'll go ape on you. Anyhoot! FUCK A FUCKING DUCK, I FUCKING FORGOT AGAIN! Yeah...I forgot. Completely. ): So I thought of something else! My teacher told me, Madz, and Calle that his beard comes in as dark as his hair (black), but his mustachio comes in blonde as blonde isn't green. Why, you mightn't ask? Because, you silly goosen! We were sitting in a restaurant and this guy came in with the AWFULEST beard! It was all white and gray and scraggly and he was big and ughggggggghhhhhhh. And I was just like " Daaaaaaaaaannnnnnngggggg. Look at the rims on that facial hair." and my friends asked me what was up with my obsession with beards, and I explained a bit...and then he told us that. I was like " *cue crickets* --OMJ THAT'S FREAKIN WEIRD AS HELL YOU MUST BE A ALIEN!!!" only it came out more sophisticated, like " Oh. Sweet. You should grow it out sometime." Well played? sure. And our other teacher that was there took a couple of the guys to Hooters. Apparently, there was a dumb waitress (but they don't hire them for their brains. That's what they said. Not my comment ) who thought they were juniors in college who were there for a competition about science and engineering when they weren't... And I thought some of y'all were ditzy dolts. It makes me slightly more proud to know y'all. :| And I totally got asked if my hair was a weave... It's not i swear it... AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. THERWS AN ANR ON MY PILLOW But it's good. Ant is dead. I keep getting distracted. Again. ._. Which also reminds me that I have a research paper due. Actually it was due a few weeks ago...but I wrote it and deleted it...and haven't completely rewritten it again. a bit longer won't hurt, right? Right. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Question. Where is Cooks? Actually he said not to call him that. Where's Matty dearest? Him, and Chewie. ): Wait! I REMEMBERED. Our prom theme this year is Pandora shit. Which could be Sooooooooo awesome! But our teacher sponsor over it is TOTALLY tacky. First off, part of the decor will be white icicle Christmas lights. WHITE. LIGHTS. Damn. Tacky much? Where's the fun? It's supposed to be a FOREST! Not a freakin...whatever. And we're gonna have goodie bags, aka walmart sacks filled with two tshirts. One for each couple. Tack tack tack. But when I said it'd be tacky, I got "No it won't, cuz they'll use blah blah blah" oh do shut up. >.> it's right on the freakin TIP OF MY TONGUE AND I STILL CAN'T REMEMBER! Ah, well. Maybe I'll remember it. Later. Or not at all. Albino werewolf! HA! I WIN! Soooooo last year I had to write an autobiography. Everyone in our entire grade had to do it. So I had to discuss my sisters birth. Of course! Basically, I was like "So, it was in the middle of the night. My mother, being the smart 6 month old pregnant cookie that she was, went outside and decided to cross the road. No one knows why. She won't tell. Maybe she wanted to check the mailbox. Maybe she wanted to borrow some brown sugar from the neighbor. Maybe she saw a naked albino werewolf in all it's glory and wanted to follow it to heaven. But she crossed the street...and got hit by a car." So when my friends want to basically say "What the fuck?!" they say "Did you see an albino werewolf? " >.< I've made an army of albino werewolf loving/wielding fiends. The end!