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Couple of weird and annoying little bits of life.
Firstly, playwriting. My vampires are begging me to write a play that features them and Lee keeps begging me to put Koku in it and she needs to stop OMG.
On the other hand, Mr. DC wants me to branch out. Like, from the sci-fi/fantasy.
...I'm die so hard. ._.;;
CJ got her belated birthday present today too. She giggled. I was happy.
Also mentioned my vampire dream that involved her turning into one and trying to seduce me. We laughed it off, and I blame Lee's perviness and lack of other outlet. >.> *pokes Carrie's Koku* :P <3
Also, Mr. Savage earns his name. You don't want to walk out of class to see a good friend of yours on the curb (yes, curb... hush. ;;). Weeping. To the point where all he can manage to say is "I can't do it anymore". That is something you neverever wanna hear out of a good friend's mouth. Even if it does pull the whole group closer together, but that's beyond the point.
Mr. Savage yells at his students. I mean yells. Like screams. Not proper conduct, especially a teacher for an arts school. Not. Cool. I am displeased.
Fourthly, may die for not delivering the CD like dad asked. This is what you get asking a sick person to do things.
Side note, lotsa my buddies need muchas hugs. Including
crazy_tinkerbel and Sphix for putting up with me, and Carrie because I love her and missed her yesterday. >.>; <3
Lastly?
...I need to write. Or draw. Or just be productive outside of graphing these damn inequalities.
Firstly, playwriting. My vampires are begging me to write a play that features them and Lee keeps begging me to put Koku in it and she needs to stop OMG.
On the other hand, Mr. DC wants me to branch out. Like, from the sci-fi/fantasy.
...I'm die so hard. ._.;;
CJ got her belated birthday present today too. She giggled. I was happy.
Also mentioned my vampire dream that involved her turning into one and trying to seduce me. We laughed it off, and I blame Lee's perviness and lack of other outlet. >.> *pokes Carrie's Koku* :P <3
Also, Mr. Savage earns his name. You don't want to walk out of class to see a good friend of yours on the curb (yes, curb... hush. ;;). Weeping. To the point where all he can manage to say is "I can't do it anymore". That is something you neverever wanna hear out of a good friend's mouth. Even if it does pull the whole group closer together, but that's beyond the point.
Mr. Savage yells at his students. I mean yells. Like screams. Not proper conduct, especially a teacher for an arts school. Not. Cool. I am displeased.
Fourthly, may die for not delivering the CD like dad asked. This is what you get asking a sick person to do things.
Side note, lotsa my buddies need muchas hugs. Including
crazy_tinkerbel and Sphix for putting up with me, and Carrie because I love her and missed her yesterday. >.>; <3
Lastly?
...I need to write. Or draw. Or just be productive outside of graphing these damn inequalities.