OH HEE HEE I HAVEN'T UPDATED RIGHT LOL
Oh! Oh, oh, oh! LOOK. AN UPDATE. But, but... WHY?!@~ NO INSANITY?! NO NONSENSE!? NO. THAT HAS BEEN LEFT IN THE RIGHT. Also, people that eat hamburgers with mayonnaise are terrorists. I think we can solve the terrorist problem by destroying mayonnaise. Except mayonnaise is good, so we can forget about terrorism.
So, for a quick random update (this is being written only because it's hilariously random and nobody will be expecting it. Har har har, I am tricky and unpredictable) I'll explain my current misery, and than, afterwards, I'll explain my happiness.
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And secondly, I am watching my grand mother's house for money. Yay. Downside? There are fruit trees. In the back yard on the down side. I wonder if they're ripe. I would check if it weren't midnight. Not only will I be attacked by a rabid angsty teenage beast, but I would fall down the hill and land on a misplaced spear. Or pear. I wouldn't want to ruin any of their pears. Except they have no pears.
Anyway, I brought the video game equipment here once already and realized that I had the wrong cable. She has some wacky home theater system that I can't figure out. There are three AV inputs on the front of the TV. Neither work. Then there's an S-Video input. I figured that might solve a problem.
So, I blasted $10 for an S-Video/AV cable thinking that would solve all my problems. Hilariously, but unfortunately, it didn't. So, I'm left here at my grandma's house, microwaving squirrels. The best part is that Toys R Us doesn't refund opened items. I think I'll shove baby powder in it and try exchanging it. They'll go nuts thinking it's Anthrax and forget all about their nutty policies. Or I'll go on a shooting spree in the store.
Now, maybe if everyone waited for something truly interesting to happen in my life, they wouldn't bother me about writing an LJ. Here's your entry, nut shells! NO funnies and NO insanity. EAT YOUR SOUP.
Space, enter, letter, letter, letter, letter, letter. Er. So.
Second part.
I have a girlfriend.
True or False.
False.
It's not official, dagnabbit. Although, I think it's certainly close enough to being so that it wouldn't be wrong to mark it as True. This entry was written October 24th at... midnight or something. Let's see how long it'll take to become official.
If you need some details, I'll toss a few in here. The last time I saw ..........her........... was a few weeks ago. It was at my friend's house. My sister and her friends created some sort of "get together" thing, and ........she....... juuuuuuust happened to be there. COINCIDENCE?!~@?#?#!~@? Iiiiii think not! BUT. At that time, I not only ate dinner with her (and several other random characters) but I also sat next to her for a long period of time. Amazing! I am smooth! What's insane is that she offered the seat next to her. Everyone reading this is undoubtedly saying something like, "lol why dunt u maed teh moev! LOOOOOL U DUM" and such. I did make a move. I took the seat. That counts as a move......DOESWNT IIIIIIITTTTTT!?@?~??@~! ?~!@??~#!@?$?!@~?$#@?!~?!$@?WLEFJEKRHGFLKEHRGHK T?!@#??#@!~?>>@>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Cry. Ahem. But, yes. And about the dinner, I sat right across from her at the table. I've got guts, eh? EH?! EEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEI!#. I certainly do. The funny part about the dinner was that I ate about a fourth of the that was on the plate. This is where I need any female advice from any female that reads this. Are women turned off by men who eat little to nothing? Actually, no advice. Advice is useless. And even if it wasn't, it'd probably be like cheating. You can't beat a video game and feel good about it after going through various short cuts and shooting the civilians and murdering the president and. Incomplete.
Oh. I touched the cup she used after the dinner. (Accidentally! Really! I am NOT psychotic!) Does that count as an indirect kiss?
But, anyway, there were also pictures taken. We moved close to each other (to me at the time, it felt like we were an inch away, but I finally saw it and realized we were a bit further apart than that.) before one of them, so I now have the first picture of myself with her. I'll consider loading it. But that is for another time. Also, this girl is very, VERY much like me. Incredibly shy. Although, I think I'm still the quietest person in existence.
Anyway, squirrel brains, shooting sprees, dead people and rotting chicken corpses shall keep you and your dog company for the rest of the night. Microwave the dog to keep it all to yourself. And spell checking these entries before posting is hilarious, so I don't think I'll do that anymore.
There you have it. My latest LJ entry. Funnies free. Are you happy with your life? If not, please call 1-800-Iamnothapppywithmylifewheresmymother.
Eh, one last thing. For those who are lost, I have no computer at the moment. My last one refused the internet, so I'm going to pick up a new one... hopefully soon. Cheese on crackers is disgusting.
HERE ARE THE MISSING CHICKEN GUTS AND FEATHERS ANDBRAINEXPLOSIONSFILLLINGYOURSCREENWITHGUTSLOLCOMEDY HAHAHAHAHAHAH HGEE.
OH. WHERE IS MY PET POODLE. NO, NO, NO! NOT THE STEAM ROLLER! PET POODILE THINGY! COME BACK! NOOOOOOOOOOOO SQUASH PUMPKIN
HAPPY HALLOWEEN?
So, for a quick random update (this is being written only because it's hilariously random and nobody will be expecting it. Har har har, I am tricky and unpredictable) I'll explain my current misery, and than, afterwards, I'll explain my happiness.
FIRST OF ALL. skdjhlkshrl;kjthworht;owhtqhr;klQGH3RTKU2H4;UTH;SDJHGFKJSEHBsefkljghskjergfkjdrsg caps lock dkrljghkhgrkjrghkjhgjkhkejrghk;jshreg;kjhgerkjhger
And secondly, I am watching my grand mother's house for money. Yay. Downside? There are fruit trees. In the back yard on the down side. I wonder if they're ripe. I would check if it weren't midnight. Not only will I be attacked by a rabid angsty teenage beast, but I would fall down the hill and land on a misplaced spear. Or pear. I wouldn't want to ruin any of their pears. Except they have no pears.
Anyway, I brought the video game equipment here once already and realized that I had the wrong cable. She has some wacky home theater system that I can't figure out. There are three AV inputs on the front of the TV. Neither work. Then there's an S-Video input. I figured that might solve a problem.
So, I blasted $10 for an S-Video/AV cable thinking that would solve all my problems. Hilariously, but unfortunately, it didn't. So, I'm left here at my grandma's house, microwaving squirrels. The best part is that Toys R Us doesn't refund opened items. I think I'll shove baby powder in it and try exchanging it. They'll go nuts thinking it's Anthrax and forget all about their nutty policies. Or I'll go on a shooting spree in the store.
Now, maybe if everyone waited for something truly interesting to happen in my life, they wouldn't bother me about writing an LJ. Here's your entry, nut shells! NO funnies and NO insanity. EAT YOUR SOUP.
Space, enter, letter, letter, letter, letter, letter. Er. So.
Second part.
I have a girlfriend.
True or False.
False.
It's not official, dagnabbit. Although, I think it's certainly close enough to being so that it wouldn't be wrong to mark it as True. This entry was written October 24th at... midnight or something. Let's see how long it'll take to become official.
If you need some details, I'll toss a few in here. The last time I saw ..........her........... was a few weeks ago. It was at my friend's house. My sister and her friends created some sort of "get together" thing, and ........she....... juuuuuuust happened to be there. COINCIDENCE?!~@?#?#!~@? Iiiiii think not! BUT. At that time, I not only ate dinner with her (and several other random characters) but I also sat next to her for a long period of time. Amazing! I am smooth! What's insane is that she offered the seat next to her. Everyone reading this is undoubtedly saying something like, "lol why dunt u maed teh moev! LOOOOOL U DUM" and such. I did make a move. I took the seat. That counts as a move......DOESWNT IIIIIIITTTTTT!?@?~??@~! ?~!@??~#!@?$?!@~?$#@?!~?!$@?WLEFJEKRHGFLKEHRGHK T?!@#??#@!~?>>@>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Cry. Ahem. But, yes. And about the dinner, I sat right across from her at the table. I've got guts, eh? EH?! EEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEI!#. I certainly do. The funny part about the dinner was that I ate about a fourth of the that was on the plate. This is where I need any female advice from any female that reads this. Are women turned off by men who eat little to nothing? Actually, no advice. Advice is useless. And even if it wasn't, it'd probably be like cheating. You can't beat a video game and feel good about it after going through various short cuts and shooting the civilians and murdering the president and. Incomplete.
Oh. I touched the cup she used after the dinner. (Accidentally! Really! I am NOT psychotic!) Does that count as an indirect kiss?
But, anyway, there were also pictures taken. We moved close to each other (to me at the time, it felt like we were an inch away, but I finally saw it and realized we were a bit further apart than that.) before one of them, so I now have the first picture of myself with her. I'll consider loading it. But that is for another time. Also, this girl is very, VERY much like me. Incredibly shy. Although, I think I'm still the quietest person in existence.
Anyway, squirrel brains, shooting sprees, dead people and rotting chicken corpses shall keep you and your dog company for the rest of the night. Microwave the dog to keep it all to yourself. And spell checking these entries before posting is hilarious, so I don't think I'll do that anymore.
There you have it. My latest LJ entry. Funnies free. Are you happy with your life? If not, please call 1-800-Iamnothapppywithmylifewheresmymother.
Eh, one last thing. For those who are lost, I have no computer at the moment. My last one refused the internet, so I'm going to pick up a new one... hopefully soon. Cheese on crackers is disgusting.
HERE ARE THE MISSING CHICKEN GUTS AND FEATHERS ANDBRAINEXPLOSIONSFILLLINGYOURSCREENWITHGUTSLOLCOMEDY HAHAHAHAHAHAH HGEE.
OH. WHERE IS MY PET POODLE. NO, NO, NO! NOT THE STEAM ROLLER! PET POODILE THINGY! COME BACK! NOOOOOOOOOOOO SQUASH PUMPKIN
HAPPY HALLOWEEN?