Hrm?

So all y'all are blogging about the semester that is more or less over. Entertaining. And Lyp Hussan is still mad. Everything I eat is coated in a fine cheese dust (Party Mix) but someone has eaten all the Doritos and pretzels (Alex). Now over analyze that and stick nature and convention in that statement and you might be worthy of wearing thick-rimmed square glasses. I have nothing to say.

BUT WAIT
I FOUND A PRETZEL
AND A DORITO

So I figure I'll tell you about my brilliant plan to win a Nobel Prize. I overheard two people talking about dog booties and thought to myself, "This is ridiculous. Dogs don't need dog booties otherwise their ancestors would also need booties." Then it dawned on me. Maybe wolves need booties too. No one can tell if they have cold feet as they happen to not just share that sort of information with a random passer by. Thus, I enlisted a small group of people to assist me in giving the majority of wolves- and any stumbled upon coyotes- booties. Only a matter of time before PETA starts noticing my altruism.

Free Time? NO.

You'd think I have free time because I spend so much on the internet. BUT NO. I was working hard...hardly working.
GUESS WHO HAS 10K/TRAIT FIGHTING STATS ON TORN CITY NOW BITCH!

keeping ur emotions bottled up

So, as an 11-year-old prepubescent girl who liked Nickleback and romcoms, I decided to start a blog. Five years later and it has still been awarded no comments. That and it is filled with foreshadowing of future things to come. Ahaha, I was so...cute. I really shoulda written more because now the stuff is gold, I tells ya. Not doing so was a bad idea.

Not Picking Sides

So I get to hear the ex complain about a guy.
I get to hear the guy complain about the ex.
I'm expected to pick sides.
And I have.
I've picked my little brother.
But now two people can't shut up. Why does the ex even care who I befriend? He said he could never love me. Why does someone care about the ex he said he never valued as anything?
Hmph.
Being this irresistible was a bad idea.

I am Popular.

I was told "fuck you" by two different people tonight.
One of them threatened to beat the shit out of me.
I love him too.
Oh, and my feelings are being waited on. I'M NOT GOOD WITH FEELINGS!
So now I have multiple men to deal with in the morning.
Zach told me that when life is quiet for a while, it'll pick up and shit'll happen.
I agreed with him but I didn't expect it to come into effect within a few hours.
I blog because no one is online and Nathan keeps telling me that he is going to bed.
And that I should sleep.
After the last few texts I've sent.
Fiddlesticks.