Pixies in the soda. ;)

SO. This entry will be cheerful! Or.. I don't know. URGH. Damn.

(I haven't been labeling my entries recently. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I'm too distracted, I think. I can't classify them anymore. D: Waha)

First off.

I haven't done a shred of Research. AT. FUCKING. ALL. :|
Plus, I won't be here on Thursday and Friday, 'cause mom and daddy are giving me their belated birthday present: four days and nights at Singapore. :D Wahoo!

So I only have around two and a half hours left to finish everything I've got to do, since Roy and Robel apparently "can't do it." -___-

Second!

I really, really, really, REALLY should get around to telling you guys about what's going on in my life, but. I just realized. People read my blogs! And by people, I mean people from school! People that know me and will judge me. Some of these people have business with me, some do not. Some of these people I give a decent crap about, some I do not. Some of these people have the right to know what's going on in my life.. some absolutely do fucking NOT. So, yeah.

I'm being pretty damn motherfucking guarded with all my entries.

At least, until I find some very creative euphemisms to convey my messages to y'all. ;)

Thirdly.

I just noticed now that there's a new object on my dock. The "App Store" App. Wtf. Hahaha. Nice. XD

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I need to talk to you, Ickall. ): I need to tell you everything, from the very beginning. It's so insane, trying to keep everything inside. But of course I can't tell the whole truth to anyone else. :/ DAMNIT. GODDAMNIT I NEED MY BEST FRIEND. TT_TT

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I'm fucking hungry right now. Plus I don't have load. At fucking all. Wtf man? WTF. TT_TT That's just so fucking wrong.

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I've noticed. I'm swearing a lot more. Haha. I dunno. I'm pissed off, sorta.

ANYWAY.

Quartus.

I'm nearly done with of stars and angels., and I'm damn proud of it, too. Also, of Painting Julia. :D

It's so rare that someone inspires me to write a prose piece, y'know. Usually it's a poem. Sometimes a song. But when it's prose, something I am very un-confident about usually and have very little experience in, and I suddenly get a flash of inspiration for TWO pieces.. wow. Just.. wow.

I love you so much.

Cinco.

I'm so sleepy! And mosquitoes keep biting me. D:

Last Friday night.. well. :)) I already told you what Claudette told me.. and it really meant a lot to me, too. I think that's all I have to say about that, for now. Haha.

LN... wahahahaahahahaahaha.

I feel so bad for that poor kid. He looked so utterly mortified. All I wanted was the cake to be taken home, wtf. XD Jeez! Oh, man. So funny.

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Well, we were being VERY racist, weren't we? Oh, the cruelty. Hahaha. Ilooooveit. XD

"Why doesn't the iced tea have any fizz?"

"Oh my god, you can't just ask a drink why it has no fizz!"

That was totally a Mean Girls moment. GOSH. Wow. Hahaha.

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"I think the people think we're very rude

acting like this and not eating their food."

I rhymed, motherfucker. I fucking rhymed.

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I think it was the high-ness of doing that, and the pure relief of not getting caught, that made us so euphoric. Maybe we really did look and sound drunk. And to think, all we had were some pixies in the soda. XD

Ohmygod. That was so totally epic. WOW. O_O

And this is one of the most cheerful blog entries I've written so far. Whew. This is a new thing for me. Haha. o-o

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Even though the gods are crazy,

even though the stars are blind,

if you show me real love baby,

I'll show you mine.

We can make it nice or naughty,

be the devil and an angel, too,

got a heart and soul and body,

let's see what this love can do;

maybe I'm perfect for you.

Our song. :"> HAHAHAHAHAHA.

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Oh, wow. The lyrics are stuck in my head. Go, Paris Hilton.

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GAH. I think that's all I've got to say for now. I really want chocolate. And a snugglefest. Again. :>