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Jun. 2nd, 2006 12:25 pmMy day has been very good, even though Veronica got totally drunk during lunch because we decided to play our drinking game. How she got drunk off of thirty some shots of AIR is beyond me.
Mr. Smith randomly started singing "Toucha-toucha-touch me" during math class. I. Love. That. Man!! Gyarr.
Only, when I told Veronica about it, she said something along the lines of how his acting career must have begun as Frank. I really really didn't need to have images of my math teacher in a corset in my head, even if I *do* have a killer crush on him. But yeah. That's just a liiiiiiitle bit drain bamaging.
I'm highly pissed about the way that this worked out. BAH! And Alis continues to maintain that I shouldn't travel back in time to rearrange my life. Bugger her.
H: Ooo, sounds fun!
.............o.O() Hyde? I was definently joking. Please take your mind damaging comments away. Or I won't scan the lovely picture I drew of you in, and that's a really good one.
H: This is true. I will go discuss the possibilities of buggerdom with Alis now. *poofs*
It won't work! Damn him. Stupid serial killers. *grumbles*
I should write something. Find some fantasy threads, argue them out into stories, and make them excellent. Heh, I know! I could pick up Dante -again- and rewrite her story -again. Gnarr on her, she just refuses to WORK!
I learned today that in my post apocolyptic, all the animals can now talk, weirdness story that I wrote about a year ago that I named a cat Infintesimal Gnarr. Clearly a Kat reference.
I don't think I ref'd myself in that one. Unlike Adie.
Yarr. I'm still reasonably silly from lunch. Hehehe, we need to bring in kool-aid and have kool-aid shots. That'd be fabulous.
I should write something. Said that already, but it *is* the central thought at the moment. I don't really have anything to write though. I don't much even feel like thoughtstreaming, I'm just skimming the surface at the moment. Nothing I feel like talking about. I guess that means I've hit boredom.
*curls up under the stairs and begins playing gravitational dart ninjas*
My muse is gone. *pouts*
I have a million things I should ought to need to want to do. Maybe type more of that bad poetry, for the moment? Grand idea --can't possibly end badly.
( I've had this journal for HOW long, and only NOW I feel the need to post bad poetry? )
Ok, now I need to find out if I have any other decent poems floating around here that I could use for my poetry thing. See you cats and kittens later!
~Sor
MOOP!
Mr. Smith randomly started singing "Toucha-toucha-touch me" during math class. I. Love. That. Man!! Gyarr.
Only, when I told Veronica about it, she said something along the lines of how his acting career must have begun as Frank. I really really didn't need to have images of my math teacher in a corset in my head, even if I *do* have a killer crush on him. But yeah. That's just a liiiiiiitle bit drain bamaging.
I'm highly pissed about the way that this worked out. BAH! And Alis continues to maintain that I shouldn't travel back in time to rearrange my life. Bugger her.
H: Ooo, sounds fun!
.............o.O() Hyde? I was definently joking. Please take your mind damaging comments away. Or I won't scan the lovely picture I drew of you in, and that's a really good one.
H: This is true. I will go discuss the possibilities of buggerdom with Alis now. *poofs*
It won't work! Damn him. Stupid serial killers. *grumbles*
I should write something. Find some fantasy threads, argue them out into stories, and make them excellent. Heh, I know! I could pick up Dante -again- and rewrite her story -again. Gnarr on her, she just refuses to WORK!
I learned today that in my post apocolyptic, all the animals can now talk, weirdness story that I wrote about a year ago that I named a cat Infintesimal Gnarr. Clearly a Kat reference.
I don't think I ref'd myself in that one. Unlike Adie.
Yarr. I'm still reasonably silly from lunch. Hehehe, we need to bring in kool-aid and have kool-aid shots. That'd be fabulous.
I should write something. Said that already, but it *is* the central thought at the moment. I don't really have anything to write though. I don't much even feel like thoughtstreaming, I'm just skimming the surface at the moment. Nothing I feel like talking about. I guess that means I've hit boredom.
*curls up under the stairs and begins playing gravitational dart ninjas*
My muse is gone. *pouts*
I have a million things I should ought to need to want to do. Maybe type more of that bad poetry, for the moment? Grand idea --can't possibly end badly.
( I've had this journal for HOW long, and only NOW I feel the need to post bad poetry? )
Ok, now I need to find out if I have any other decent poems floating around here that I could use for my poetry thing. See you cats and kittens later!
~Sor
MOOP!
