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Yes, I am moving.
But I suppose that I did overplay that a bit. Honestly, it's the most interesting post that I have made all year. In retrospect, it's not even that interesting.
Anyway, more on the whole moving thing. My mother and I are moving in to a townhome, which is about five minutes away from where I live now. Literally. There is one major thing. I won't be living in a gated community anymore, so that means anyone's welcome to come visit and party in my house. I will be sure to keep it well-stocked.
Looking back on what I just italicized, it might be taken as something a bit more sinister. When I say well-stocked, I mean with DDR stuff. Like Gatorade... that stuff makes PARANOiA and Afronova Primeval possible.
This post has way too many paragraphs, but they are all separate thoughts. I've lived in this apartment for five years now, and only two people from CHHS have ever been inside of it. And that's all during senior year. I mean, this is my sanctuary. Its the only place where I can load up my Nerf Maverick (which didn't receive a post, because I was too busy shooting stuff), and my bokuto (which deserves a post, but was long forgotten when I missed Japanfest). And practice DDR. What I do outside is nothing short of ownage. The only reason I can say that is because everyone else that I have ever played is playing DDR for the first time. It can be likened to beating an elementary school student in a game of basketball. Because I have, and I probably would again if given a chance. Well, maybe not. I might feel bad about it this time.
When I get my new address, I'll tell all of you. I am looking forward to a grand housewarming party. Well, only so grand. It's only a townhome. Beggars can't be choosers, and neither can families with only one income. That's all.
But I suppose that I did overplay that a bit. Honestly, it's the most interesting post that I have made all year. In retrospect, it's not even that interesting.
Anyway, more on the whole moving thing. My mother and I are moving in to a townhome, which is about five minutes away from where I live now. Literally. There is one major thing. I won't be living in a gated community anymore, so that means anyone's welcome to come visit and party in my house. I will be sure to keep it well-stocked.
Looking back on what I just italicized, it might be taken as something a bit more sinister. When I say well-stocked, I mean with DDR stuff. Like Gatorade... that stuff makes PARANOiA and Afronova Primeval possible.
This post has way too many paragraphs, but they are all separate thoughts. I've lived in this apartment for five years now, and only two people from CHHS have ever been inside of it. And that's all during senior year. I mean, this is my sanctuary. Its the only place where I can load up my Nerf Maverick (which didn't receive a post, because I was too busy shooting stuff), and my bokuto (which deserves a post, but was long forgotten when I missed Japanfest). And practice DDR. What I do outside is nothing short of ownage. The only reason I can say that is because everyone else that I have ever played is playing DDR for the first time. It can be likened to beating an elementary school student in a game of basketball. Because I have, and I probably would again if given a chance. Well, maybe not. I might feel bad about it this time.
When I get my new address, I'll tell all of you. I am looking forward to a grand housewarming party. Well, only so grand. It's only a townhome. Beggars can't be choosers, and neither can families with only one income. That's all.