When I get my own place, I’m going to an animal shelter, finding the biggest, fattest, ugliest cat, and adopting it.
Then, I’m going to put posters of my comic book characters on the walls. EVEN THE CHARACTERS FROM PARODIES AND SUCH.
To top it off, I’m going to walk down the hall to my friends’ rooms (because we decided we’re all going to be room mates) and leaving a cup of coffee on each of their bedside tables at random times in the year and not tell them it was me. I’m going to put coffee in my room too so they won’t suspect me.
Can I just… say something?
If you join something you know you won’t enjoy just to get out of something else, you’re only bringing down the people that enjoy that thing.
For instance, in my band class, the second/third trumpets like to talk — a lot — and it gets on the director’s nerves. Now, I’m in the second/third trumpet section because the director doesn’t know how unbelievably skilled I am, mainly because I never really tell him for fear of being a bragger. I try my very hardest, and no one else does, because they all talk and have all said to me that they only joined band to get out of gym.
That is WRONG. It’s not fair to the rest of the band, because we want to sound GOOD. Their inconsiderence is bringing me down with them. I constantly have to play above their mistakes and crappy sound, but it isn’t enough. They don’t try, and they never will. Therefore, they don’t belong in band.
So all I’m saying is, if you’re only doing something to get out of something else, consider who you might piss off with that decision.
I can’t breathe, Tom.
I can’t even breathe.
I’m having far too much fun with this game.
Alright, Tom.
This is my new favorite game. (I love text adventures.)
Tom’s game is amusing me.
I just finished The Numbers.
That novel made it onto my favorite books list, which really is hard to do. I mean, it’s up there with Invisible Monsters and Little Women.
I am enormously impressed by the vividness of The Numbers. I could see every mark on the bed, and the green foliage through the airplane window, and everything else. It was like I was Eleven.
The only issue I had with the character Eleven is honestly a really stupid one on my part. I kept envisioning Eleven as a bald version of Aidan. However, I think I’ll be able to manage.
Aidan, if you see this, major, major thank you for writing something so amazing. Very, very well done.
About 38% through The Numbers.
I fucking love this goddamn book.
I am in a terrible fucking mood, thanks to this dude who thinks it’s okay to be fucking annoying as hell.
How I respond to the following randomly said to me:
“Dude, I hate my life.”
“Yeah? Shut the fuck up.”
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“Holly, I learned how to scream, like, the entirety of “Knives and Pens”!”
“Cool story, bro. I can scream “Carphernelia”.”
“Awesome. Hey have you heard…”
*Conversation continues.*
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“Skyrim!!!”
“Fuck you!!!”
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“Minecraft!!!”
“Fuck you!!!”
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“Then I took an arrow to the knee.”
“I used to give a shit; then I took your voice to my ears.”
“That’s not nice.”
“Fuck you.”
Damn, I hate girls.
They’re so fucking annoying.
“The Grim Reaper talks to me. My life is darkness. I’m a monster. I’m emo and goth and so sad and angry.”
Yeah, whatever. Shut the fuck up. You don’t even wear black, you stupid fucking cunt. Stop trying to fit in with me, because it’s insulting. I don’t even ACT like that, asshole.
Hey Aidan.
I know this is late, but we have more hair, I think.
Just saying.
I always set my alarm for an odd time.
7:02
6:54
8:36
2:28
For some reason, it makes me feel like I slept longer when I get up.
Geez Anna…
Why are you so fucking attractive?
Why aren’t you real!?
… What is wrong with me it’s a bloody cartoon.
