Their lives are rigid, but their dreams are full of poetry
I am incapable of writing a conventionally shaped entry with proper formatting today. So today, first period:
LA TEACHER: *is being her usual, adorable, so-sincere-it-kills-my-cynic self*
THE CLASS: *is mesmerized by the not-actually-sarcastic waves of BS*
CRISSY: *is dutifully impressed with total bull said with a smile*
LA TEACHER: -poetry something something Terry Pratchett.
CRISSY: OMGWTFBBQ?!
THE CLASS: *winces. Twice in two weeks?1*
LA TEACHER: O RLY?!
CRISSY: YA RLY!!
LA TEACHER: NO WAI!!!
PALPABLE WAVES OF FANGIRLSIM: *are made and felt*
SCHOOL: *can sometimes not be entirely evil*
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My cousin (Cousin #2, Second, Mad Hatter for serious wtf man) is the sort of amazing person who just make me want to keysmash in a neutral way:
WE: *randomly pass in the hallways, as people do. in hallways.*
CRISSY (Cousin #1, First, sometimes the saner one): Yo!
SECOND: I SPOKE WITH ALICE YESTERDAY!
CRISSY: Eh, that Alice?
THE HALLWAY CRUSH: *crushes*
CRISSY: WAIT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT?!!!!!
SECOND: *enigmatic smile*
CRISSY: *mental keysmashs. That. boy. ==. toast. @. lunch.2 ;*
"I think you're stupid!"
"I'll remember you said that when robots take over the world."
"Do you think we'll ever convince humans that we exist?"
"I don't think so, Alice."
"I don't think so either."
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Two tests/quizes an' a pop quiz today. Not counting the brain hemisphere questionnaire thing. I'm 13 left, 12 right. Some days. Or heavily Left. Or heavily Right. O-kay then. My brainz are dynamic!
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Memento Mori writers are made of shiny and our email chain, of sparkles. Much love, todos!
Heroes is on in a few minutes. I. I actually want to watch television. ;akslfja;lsjf very odd.
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1 If you will recall, the scene of last week. Which pretty much consisted of:
PSYC TEACHER: something something -dramas.
LARGE PORTION OF FEMALES PRESENT: *swoon at the... Gregory House?*
CRISSY: *is x_x of NOT SLEEPING*
PSYC TEACHER: something Stargate. something Sci-Fi!
CRISSY: *Ear perkingz. Still x_x*
PSYC TEACHER: Firefly.
CRISSY: YES!!!!!!
AN AWKWARD SILENCE: *descends*
THE CLASS: *is in mild shock*
PSYC TEACHER: *pause* HECK YEAH!
CRISSY: I KNO RITE? TRUFAX!
THUMBS UP: *are to high-fives as blown kisses are to XOXO*
THIS SCENE: *has been compared to the time I supposedly yelled "SEX" during APUSH last year. For the record, I did not yell; I stated the answer to a legitimate question posed by my teacher in clear and audible tones. I was also correct - the answer was sex. Rock on, rock-n-roll!*
2 We have lunch together. Be very sure that I extracted details during this period.
LA TEACHER: *is being her usual, adorable, so-sincere-it-kills-my-cynic self*
THE CLASS: *is mesmerized by the not-actually-sarcastic waves of BS*
CRISSY: *is dutifully impressed with total bull said with a smile*
LA TEACHER: -poetry something something Terry Pratchett.
CRISSY: OMGWTFBBQ?!
THE CLASS: *winces. Twice in two weeks?1*
LA TEACHER: O RLY?!
CRISSY: YA RLY!!
LA TEACHER: NO WAI!!!
PALPABLE WAVES OF FANGIRLSIM: *are made and felt*
SCHOOL: *can sometimes not be entirely evil*
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My cousin (Cousin #2, Second, Mad Hatter for serious wtf man) is the sort of amazing person who just make me want to keysmash in a neutral way:
WE: *randomly pass in the hallways, as people do. in hallways.*
CRISSY (Cousin #1, First, sometimes the saner one): Yo!
SECOND: I SPOKE WITH ALICE YESTERDAY!
CRISSY: Eh, that Alice?
THE HALLWAY CRUSH: *crushes*
CRISSY: WAIT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT?!!!!!
SECOND: *enigmatic smile*
CRISSY: *mental keysmashs. That. boy. ==. toast. @. lunch.2 ;*
"I think you're stupid!"
"I'll remember you said that when robots take over the world."
"Do you think we'll ever convince humans that we exist?"
"I don't think so, Alice."
"I don't think so either."
----------
Two tests/quizes an' a pop quiz today. Not counting the brain hemisphere questionnaire thing. I'm 13 left, 12 right. Some days. Or heavily Left. Or heavily Right. O-kay then. My brainz are dynamic!
----------
Memento Mori writers are made of shiny and our email chain, of sparkles. Much love, todos!
Heroes is on in a few minutes. I. I actually want to watch television. ;akslfja;lsjf very odd.
----------
1 If you will recall, the scene of last week. Which pretty much consisted of:
PSYC TEACHER: something something -dramas.
LARGE PORTION OF FEMALES PRESENT: *swoon at the... Gregory House?*
CRISSY: *is x_x of NOT SLEEPING*
PSYC TEACHER: something Stargate. something Sci-Fi!
CRISSY: *Ear perkingz. Still x_x*
PSYC TEACHER: Firefly.
CRISSY: YES!!!!!!
AN AWKWARD SILENCE: *descends*
THE CLASS: *is in mild shock*
PSYC TEACHER: *pause* HECK YEAH!
CRISSY: I KNO RITE? TRUFAX!
THUMBS UP: *are to high-fives as blown kisses are to XOXO*
THIS SCENE: *has been compared to the time I supposedly yelled "SEX" during APUSH last year. For the record, I did not yell; I stated the answer to a legitimate question posed by my teacher in clear and audible tones. I was also correct - the answer was sex. Rock on, rock-n-roll!*
2 We have lunch together. Be very sure that I extracted details during this period.