That's Lemming Talk!
Tee hee...tee hee...MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- (cough splutter)
Tis me BW, the artiste of the comic ATA that has yet to draw due to FB being a slacker on the script front! Er...yeah! And furthermore IF YOU'RE LISTENING, SING IT BACK, I'M STILL RUNNING AWAY!!!!
(FB rocks out to Jimmy Eat World)
T_T Okay, so I'm no BW but I am striving to become the artiste that she is, although secretly so don't tell her, I'm not even aware of this myself so don't even tell me! Shhhhhhhhhh!
Miss Boice: (sceptically) But you have no talent!
FB: (brandishing megaphone) WHO ASKED YOU?!
Now that that's over, where am I in ATA? Well I am currently somewhere in the third sequence just about to do something really mean to Lyulf. But that's something none of you are going to find out about anytime soon so I'm just gonna shut my big trap! ^_^
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! (growls at Windows Media Player) It won't let me listen to Hoobastank! I NEED THAT ALBUM DAMNIT! How can I write ATA without Hoobastank?!
Aiken: (head popping in from side) With a pen?
FB: T_T Not...helpful...Aiken...
Imaginary BW who just left: You should be concentrating on FanFic and your exams anyway! (taps foot)
FB: I am...(looks at feet sheepishly) BAAAA! I'm just...(loses train of thought) Yeah, I gotta FanFic!
Imaginary BW now wearing very large shoes for no reason whatsoever: 'I wish I made cure's for how people are...'
FB:....0_0...Were you randomly quoting Box Car Racer's song right then?
BW's shoes: I dunno, you're the writer of this entry.
FB: (to readers) That explains why I am now talking to BW's shoes...
All: 'COZ I FEEL SO MAD, I FEEL SO ANGRY, I FEEL SO CALLOUS, SO LOST CONFUSED AGAIN!'
You know, the real purpose of this journal entry was to kill a few minutes but it kind of ended up that I impersonated an artist, had a conversation with a pair of shoes and became a sheep temporarily (to honour the mascot)...all in a days work really...
BW's shoes now changing colour at random intervals: Maybe you should shut up and get on with FanFiction?
FB: (thoughtfull) You know, that might actually not be a bad idea...(wanders off forgetting to finish entry)
Flynn: (from nowhere) At last! Rescued!
Aiken: (to readers) So...she left this un-ended eh? Well that leaves room for-
Quinn from The Vega: I AM MAD AT MY CAT! (smashes electric guitar over Aiken's head knocking him out cold.
Max (same band): Er...(anime sweat drops)
Sayer (duh): (to Quinn) No more 'Bowling for Soup' in those ear phones for you!
Quinn: Okay, but only if you buy me a HELICOPTER HAT on the way home! (smiles sweetly)
Aiken: (from ground) Is this entry over yet? (dies again)
The End (all bow)
NB Er, I forget the important information I was going to put here so no worries...@_@
Tis me BW, the artiste of the comic ATA that has yet to draw due to FB being a slacker on the script front! Er...yeah! And furthermore IF YOU'RE LISTENING, SING IT BACK, I'M STILL RUNNING AWAY!!!!
(FB rocks out to Jimmy Eat World)
T_T Okay, so I'm no BW but I am striving to become the artiste that she is, although secretly so don't tell her, I'm not even aware of this myself so don't even tell me! Shhhhhhhhhh!
Miss Boice: (sceptically) But you have no talent!
FB: (brandishing megaphone) WHO ASKED YOU?!
Now that that's over, where am I in ATA? Well I am currently somewhere in the third sequence just about to do something really mean to Lyulf. But that's something none of you are going to find out about anytime soon so I'm just gonna shut my big trap! ^_^
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! (growls at Windows Media Player) It won't let me listen to Hoobastank! I NEED THAT ALBUM DAMNIT! How can I write ATA without Hoobastank?!
Aiken: (head popping in from side) With a pen?
FB: T_T Not...helpful...Aiken...
Imaginary BW who just left: You should be concentrating on FanFic and your exams anyway! (taps foot)
FB: I am...(looks at feet sheepishly) BAAAA! I'm just...(loses train of thought) Yeah, I gotta FanFic!
Imaginary BW now wearing very large shoes for no reason whatsoever: 'I wish I made cure's for how people are...'
FB:....0_0...Were you randomly quoting Box Car Racer's song right then?
BW's shoes: I dunno, you're the writer of this entry.
FB: (to readers) That explains why I am now talking to BW's shoes...
All: 'COZ I FEEL SO MAD, I FEEL SO ANGRY, I FEEL SO CALLOUS, SO LOST CONFUSED AGAIN!'
You know, the real purpose of this journal entry was to kill a few minutes but it kind of ended up that I impersonated an artist, had a conversation with a pair of shoes and became a sheep temporarily (to honour the mascot)...all in a days work really...
BW's shoes now changing colour at random intervals: Maybe you should shut up and get on with FanFiction?
FB: (thoughtfull) You know, that might actually not be a bad idea...(wanders off forgetting to finish entry)
Flynn: (from nowhere) At last! Rescued!
Aiken: (to readers) So...she left this un-ended eh? Well that leaves room for-
Quinn from The Vega: I AM MAD AT MY CAT! (smashes electric guitar over Aiken's head knocking him out cold.
Max (same band): Er...(anime sweat drops)
Sayer (duh): (to Quinn) No more 'Bowling for Soup' in those ear phones for you!
Quinn: Okay, but only if you buy me a HELICOPTER HAT on the way home! (smiles sweetly)
Aiken: (from ground) Is this entry over yet? (dies again)
The End (all bow)
NB Er, I forget the important information I was going to put here so no worries...@_@