NOTHING EXCITING HAS HAPPENED (DAMMIT).
"SO. WHAT'S UP?"
"Weeeelllll..."
MY AWESOMETASTIC FRIEND FOLLOWER BOUGHT ME THE HAIR I WANTED ON TINIERME AND SHE GAVE ME THIS AWESOME DRESS. I <3 HEEEER!!! :D
Also...remember this face (the HNNNNNGGG face):
Apparently, it's called the CONSTIPATION FACE.
From now on, that is (according to my friend follower).
You know what? While I was bolding, enlarging, and changing the color of those two words...I freaking began to laugh. Why? Well, I mean...
WHY WOULDN'T YOU LAUGH WHEN YOU HAVE THOSE TWO WORDS ALL UP IN YOUR FACE? XDD
Just right now, I made it bigger. Now it's smushed to your face. :D
I think my friend follower will love this a lot. XD
This is kind of like an improper thank you for buying me those things. Trust me. I'll repay her back sooner or later.
Okay. Now I underlined the two words. Yup. Great way to get the message everywhere. XD
It's so convenient that constipation face is right under the face itself. That's just HILARIOUS. I think.
From now on, the word constipation face will be bolded, underlined, enlarged, and made red. JUST CUZ. :D
So now whenever I say that word...it will be scattered obviously around the blog post. PFFTTCCHHPFFFTT:
Wait. Why only constipation face and not the other ones? Well, because constipation face is special and reusing it over and over again is funny. :D
Now I'm sitting here in Chinatown with this weird, silly grin plastered to my face. YOU HAPPY, BUDDHA??!!!
But then again, I am inflicting this on myself so...
Orz
I want to continue rambling even though I have almost nothing to talk about and I'm tactically trying to not talk about a certain game I know.
I'm saving it for a different blog post.
It's difficult. I kind of want to REVEL in the game's glory. :D
Oh my Buddha. Um. Anyway. I want to stay home. Like seriously. Typing one of these blog posts with a billion people staring at you and watching your every movement isn't exactly my idea of "fun". D:
I might be kind of paranoid because there is a window behind me, and people can look in and see the things I'm doing. Like a stalker or something. (> ~ >)
Even though they're probably not.
Also, whenever I have to go out to Chinatown, I awkwardly and sneakily change my desktop wallpaper so I don't get weird looks from people. You know...cuz there's a
LARGE
GLASS
WINDOW
for everyone to see. (.__.)
Okay. I'm done talking about my strange paranoia. UM UM UM. I need to get this out in one large mass of words. I'll add details later:
HIIRONOKAKERASEXYGUYSSEXYVOICESSEXYYUICHISEXYTAKUMA
SEXYCUTESHINJISEXYRYOUSEXYSEXYSEXYAKIRASEXYIWANNAPLAYTHEGAMERIGHTNOW
BUTI'MLAZYSOIDKOHDEARLORDTHEY'RESEXY.
If you can't read that...well you weren't supposed to. XD
But then again, even if you can't really read it...you can catch how many times I used the word "sexy". LOL.
Yeah. Well, whenever I post something I just wait till the blue bar on the side becomes really tiny so it seems like I have a lot of content
It still feels short! Maybe because the blue bar isn't small enough yet? LE SIGH. Oh well.
Every time a person comes up to me and ask me something, I freaking ignore them and damn them to the Buddha's toilet. However, whenever a person asks me something and realize I'M UNDERAGE. Well...let's say I hope they go to heaven. :D HECK. if they don't ask me at all, I hope they go to heaven and get a GOD DAMN PEGASUS THAT SHOOTS DA LAZERZZZZ. XD
It's so beautiful. *sniff* *wipes tear* |
Touche. B*tch.
Anyway, just went and got a hot dog bun. I noticed that there was a giant door leading to my uncle's office. There wasn't a giant door there before, so I cleverly asked:
"Whoa. Dad, where did this giant door come from?"
"Hmm."
From the look he gave me, I think it translates to:
"It fell out of the sky. Now go away."
I love you too, Dad. =__=
Okay. So maybe the door was normal size, but for some reason, it looked SO BIG. Maybe cuz the space is small? Perhaps.
Just remembered something. When I walked back to my laptop with a hot dog bun in my hand, I noticed people staring at me. I wanted to flick them off and say:
"What?! Never seen one before?!"
My dad just browsed through this blog post and gave me a weird look. I told him that if he just looked at the pictures, he won't get it. He walked away. (.___.)
ALSO. This stupid fly keeps hovering around my food, and whenever I try to kill it, I end up smashing my fist against the table. GOD DAMN FLY. D:<
This means I have to hide my food in a piece of toilet paper (curse Chinatown people for the lack of proper napkins). =_________=
YES YES YES YES. I JUST KILLED THE FLY. TRY TO EAT MY FOOD NOW BIAAAATCH!!!! >:D
I keep forgetting that this is a blog and not Twitter...oh well. Damn it. Now I have to wash my hands before finishing my food. TROLL FLY JUST TROLLED ME. Orz
I'm going to leave the fly body RIGHT WHERE I KILLED IT so its little friends can see and learn a lesson. :D
Am I evil? No. I'm just passionate about my food (and its cleanliness). ;D
I'm just waiting until I can go to another store, where there's less people and more privacy. D: NO I AM NOT SOME HOBO THAT GOES INTO RANDOM STORES TO GO ON THE INTERNET. Why would a hobo have a Mac? XD
15% battery life left. Time for more paranoia ranting. I have to get under the table to plug in the charger and I'm paranoid that a pedophile is looking at my butt. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? OH YEAH. MAYBE IT'S THE BIG GLASS WINDOWS' FAULT.
I bet you pedophiles make the perfect constipation face whenever you see a young child. LOLOLOL. XD
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THAT was just an excuse to use the word, constipation face. SEE WHAT I DID THAR? *wink wink nudge nudge*
12% left. I have to keep track, or my laptop will go into sleep mode and then I will shout "NOO!" loudly and randomly. Then the people around me willpity me for my despair give me weird looks and call me a ching chong ling long ting tong mad woman.
Ugh. My blue bar is getting tinier and tinier, but I feel like I haven't blogged enough. Am I a blog-a-holic now? OH GOD I HOPE NOT. I mean, not saying that blogging is boring, but I already have enough addictions in my life. (.___.)
Maybe I shouldn't write too much. I mean, my friend is going to read this, and I'll bore her halfway with my random shouting and capitalization. D: I don't want to bore people.
OMFG PEDO LOOKING AT ME THROUGH BIG GLASS WINDOW. *paranoid*
Oh. Nevermind. Just some random dude. (.___.)
Um. Yeah. I guess I'll go now.
I'm just waiting until I can go to another store, where there's less people and more privacy. D: NO I AM NOT SOME HOBO THAT GOES INTO RANDOM STORES TO GO ON THE INTERNET. Why would a hobo have a Mac? XD
15% battery life left. Time for more paranoia ranting. I have to get under the table to plug in the charger and I'm paranoid that a pedophile is looking at my butt. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? OH YEAH. MAYBE IT'S THE BIG GLASS WINDOWS' FAULT.
I bet you pedophiles make the perfect constipation face whenever you see a young child. LOLOLOL. XD
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THAT was just an excuse to use the word, constipation face. SEE WHAT I DID THAR? *wink wink nudge nudge*
12% left. I have to keep track, or my laptop will go into sleep mode and then I will shout "NOO!" loudly and randomly. Then the people around me will
Ugh. My blue bar is getting tinier and tinier, but I feel like I haven't blogged enough. Am I a blog-a-holic now? OH GOD I HOPE NOT. I mean, not saying that blogging is boring, but I already have enough addictions in my life. (.___.)
Maybe I shouldn't write too much. I mean, my friend is going to read this, and I'll bore her halfway with my random shouting and capitalization. D: I don't want to bore people.
OMFG PEDO LOOKING AT ME THROUGH BIG GLASS WINDOW. *paranoid*
Oh. Nevermind. Just some random dude. (.___.)
Um. Yeah. I guess I'll go now.
OKTHXBAI.
*walks through giant door, jumps on unicorn, and flies away*
WAIT WAIT WAIT. You wanna see how a laser pegasus looks like? Well here you go:
WAIT WAIT WAIT. You wanna see how a laser pegasus looks like? Well here you go:
Crappy picture combining made by yours truly (me). HAHA. XD
It's a PEGASER or a LAGASUS!
still wondering why there are shirtless guys in the background. LOL i <3 YO RANDOMNESS
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