... Mrrrrgh....
Guess what, people! I'm stressed! I know what you're gonna say, "Silly Panda, everrrrybody is stressed." And I assure you, I'm completely aware of that. BUT! Ya know that paper I have that's due next week in Social Studies? WELL! My dad won't stop asking me about it. I know this isn't a big deal, but here's the thing... I HATE being QUESTIONED. >.<
He's all like, "What do you have to do for this paper? Note cards? Outline? ROUGH DRAFT???" And then I'm all like, "... Yessss." So then, he's all like, "RAWR!!! You must do these things before you write the actual paper itself!"
"Why?"
"'Cause if you don't, it'll be... DISORGANIZED!!!"
"But... But... But I'm already organized enough... I dun' 'tink I need to do all dat..."
"NO! You must doooooo all of it!!! Or suffer! SUFFER, I SAY, SUFFER!!!"
(random thing in background explodes when he says "SUFFER!!!")
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" *dies*
.... Okay, that's not really how the conversation went, but that would be pretty funny if something exploded. Mmmm, explosion. *licks lips*
I must go!!! *much sadness* Ow..... My eye..... It stings summpin' guud... o.x