OH NOES.
LOOK OUT! It's another completely random, pointless post just to prove that, ohemgeezyo, I'm ALIVE. Check it.
Man, this LJ needs serious help. Look at all of you, with your.. pretty backgrounds, and your fancy fonts, and your.. awesomeness in general. Then look at my piece o'crap. It's no wonder I'm so far out of the loop; I'm even behind on redecorating this thing. Uwaaaah.
But I loves teh Doll. She's so adorable. And fluffy. And, damnit, LOVE HER. LOVE THE DOLL. ._. THE MAN COMMANDS IT.
So who exactly is 'The Man', anyway? I hear people complain about 'The Man' trying to keep them down, and I'm just sitting there staring stupidly like, 'which guy are you talking about? There's like, fifty.'
Uh. School started today. And I already want to take a flamethrower to the place. Isn't it great? Sure, my classes are nice, except first and fourth hour. But, eh, the rules just keep getting more and more retarded. Though, they'll never be as retarded as most of the student population. No offense to those smarter individuals on my list that could possibly be reading this. I love you all?
I love you. I love all of you. My fluffies. My cuddlewuvvums. Eeee. Okay. 12:15 in the fucking morning. My sleep habits for the past, what, three weeks? have been 4 AM or later, on a regular basis. This is going to take a -lot- of work to get under control. xD And many nights of staring at a blank ceiling, thinking.. 'What was I thinking about again?' 'Oh yeah.' '.. What was I thinking about again?' '..Oh, yeah...' And so repeats the process.
Oh yeah. Be afraid. For OhayoCon, I'm cosplaying Itachi. Let your minds wrap around -that- horrid vision. Okay, I know I'm not all that great-looking, but at least I -could- be a -lot- worse.
Plus, look on the bright side. The cloak and hat'll cover most of my face, plus all of my body. Huzzah. I won't have Sharingan contacts, though, because I can't possibly shell out nearly $200 for those guys. I'll just find some nice, cheap red contacts, stick them in, and be like.. 'The Sharingan is sleeping.' Or something like that.
On the up side, Brandon's going to be doing Kisame. Whoo. And we're actually going to aim to do it -right-, too, as inspired by our beloved Oro-sama, who might we point out made a kickass Orochimaru at Ikasu? Mmm.
Now this'll be fun.
What else? .. Oh. Yeah. Nope, not a clue. 12:19 AM. My eyes hurt. Gyah.
On a random note, I'm taking Vocal Music. What now. College is going to be a blast; I have to find something to get me a steady job, while still going for both English/Writing and Vocal Music, too. How well will -that- turn out?
But for now, I have high school to worry about. Technically, I'm still an 11th grader. There shouldn't be any reason I can't graduate with my class this year, though, provided I pass all my classes and, at worst, take night school. I'll ask Mr. Hanna soon.
.. Eventually, this thing'll be used for something intelligent. Swear.
Off to bed goes the Carol, now. Because SLEEP is FUN. YAY. <3
Haku misses Zabuza-san. Take that however you want to. Really.
Man, this LJ needs serious help. Look at all of you, with your.. pretty backgrounds, and your fancy fonts, and your.. awesomeness in general. Then look at my piece o'crap. It's no wonder I'm so far out of the loop; I'm even behind on redecorating this thing. Uwaaaah.
But I loves teh Doll. She's so adorable. And fluffy. And, damnit, LOVE HER. LOVE THE DOLL. ._. THE MAN COMMANDS IT.
So who exactly is 'The Man', anyway? I hear people complain about 'The Man' trying to keep them down, and I'm just sitting there staring stupidly like, 'which guy are you talking about? There's like, fifty.'
Uh. School started today. And I already want to take a flamethrower to the place. Isn't it great? Sure, my classes are nice, except first and fourth hour. But, eh, the rules just keep getting more and more retarded. Though, they'll never be as retarded as most of the student population. No offense to those smarter individuals on my list that could possibly be reading this. I love you all?
I love you. I love all of you. My fluffies. My cuddlewuvvums. Eeee. Okay. 12:15 in the fucking morning. My sleep habits for the past, what, three weeks? have been 4 AM or later, on a regular basis. This is going to take a -lot- of work to get under control. xD And many nights of staring at a blank ceiling, thinking.. 'What was I thinking about again?' 'Oh yeah.' '.. What was I thinking about again?' '..Oh, yeah...' And so repeats the process.
Oh yeah. Be afraid. For OhayoCon, I'm cosplaying Itachi. Let your minds wrap around -that- horrid vision. Okay, I know I'm not all that great-looking, but at least I -could- be a -lot- worse.
Plus, look on the bright side. The cloak and hat'll cover most of my face, plus all of my body. Huzzah. I won't have Sharingan contacts, though, because I can't possibly shell out nearly $200 for those guys. I'll just find some nice, cheap red contacts, stick them in, and be like.. 'The Sharingan is sleeping.' Or something like that.
On the up side, Brandon's going to be doing Kisame. Whoo. And we're actually going to aim to do it -right-, too, as inspired by our beloved Oro-sama, who might we point out made a kickass Orochimaru at Ikasu? Mmm.
Now this'll be fun.
What else? .. Oh. Yeah. Nope, not a clue. 12:19 AM. My eyes hurt. Gyah.
On a random note, I'm taking Vocal Music. What now. College is going to be a blast; I have to find something to get me a steady job, while still going for both English/Writing and Vocal Music, too. How well will -that- turn out?
But for now, I have high school to worry about. Technically, I'm still an 11th grader. There shouldn't be any reason I can't graduate with my class this year, though, provided I pass all my classes and, at worst, take night school. I'll ask Mr. Hanna soon.
.. Eventually, this thing'll be used for something intelligent. Swear.
Off to bed goes the Carol, now. Because SLEEP is FUN. YAY. <3
Haku misses Zabuza-san. Take that however you want to. Really.