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I so bored. I so bored I could do any number of reprehensible things. It probably has something to do with the fact that it is not a happy time right now. This not meaning that I am not currently happy. Just that the time isn't happy. Or something like that. Wow, I am making no sense. Screw sense. It's been a while since I had a good long ramble.
Anyway...I need stuff, or something. I'm horribly bored with everything in life. It pisses me right off. All I can say is, good thing I'm going to Soundview. Sheesh.
I wanna LARP with Mimi. It'll be so hardcore and awesomepants. No one will be able to match our hardcore and geekiness. Ever. It's just impossible. We're geeky enough on our own...but together...DOOM HAS COME UPON YOU AND YOUR ATTEMPTS TO BE GEEKIER. Okay, I'm weriously not making sense. Hahahahaha weriously. I swear I'm not high, though, this is just a stream of consciousness post. This is actually what I'm thinking, in this order. I have a bizarre mind, don't I? I don't know how I get from one thing to another. I just get there.
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desperatefans news, because since I don't have a life that's all I have to tell...Firekeeper gots dead, and not much else has happened. I ship Melisande/Hedda now, though. Tragically. And Melisande/Lanfear, but that's beside the point. I swear, it is. And there definitely isn't a half finished fic in my compy about them, why do you ask?
So here I am, on a trip through my own mind...feels kind of like floating through muck. An odd sensation. You're floating, but you don't move very much. And you get the feeling that if you put your paddle in there, you'll just get more stuck. I'll stop with the weird analogies now, though. I'm sure you're a little bit weirded out by them. They're just the slightest bit peculiar, you know. Unless you have equally peculiar thoughts? It's not even that late, barely even eleven. Eesh. I'm such a wimp. I don't think I'll ever pull an all nighter. I'll be doomed to fall asleep. Srrsly.
Who came up with that, anyway? Srrsly. It's not even just taking the vowels out of words. It's just weird. Really weird. I don't understand it.
Meanwhile, I'm going to...go place. Do something. Sleep, maybe, but that would be too easy. Far too easy. And that's just what they expect me to do. BWAHAHAHAHAHA. Spoilery goodness ahead, but I don't want to put it behind a cut.
CANON IS DEAD. LONG LIVE SNAPE.
And a snapshot from conversation:
minviendha: actually, a surprising amount of people ship it and everyone was like hahahaha, not canon. only then it was HAHAHAHAHA CANON IN YOUR FACE PEOPLE.
RodentoftheOpera: I KNOW!
RodentoftheOpera: Godfather from Elitist totally shipped them
RodentoftheOpera: And was always talking about it XD
RodentoftheOpera: And I was like, "... right."
RodentoftheOpera: And now
RodentoftheOpera: I am eating crow
RodentoftheOpera: I like it cooked
minviendha: eeehee. i prefer mine well done, or burnt to a crisp.
Anyway...I need stuff, or something. I'm horribly bored with everything in life. It pisses me right off. All I can say is, good thing I'm going to Soundview. Sheesh.
I wanna LARP with Mimi. It'll be so hardcore and awesomepants. No one will be able to match our hardcore and geekiness. Ever. It's just impossible. We're geeky enough on our own...but together...DOOM HAS COME UPON YOU AND YOUR ATTEMPTS TO BE GEEKIER. Okay, I'm weriously not making sense. Hahahahaha weriously. I swear I'm not high, though, this is just a stream of consciousness post. This is actually what I'm thinking, in this order. I have a bizarre mind, don't I? I don't know how I get from one thing to another. I just get there.
Anyway, so in
desperatefans news, because since I don't have a life that's all I have to tell...Firekeeper gots dead, and not much else has happened. I ship Melisande/Hedda now, though. Tragically. And Melisande/Lanfear, but that's beside the point. I swear, it is. So here I am, on a trip through my own mind...feels kind of like floating through muck. An odd sensation. You're floating, but you don't move very much. And you get the feeling that if you put your paddle in there, you'll just get more stuck. I'll stop with the weird analogies now, though. I'm sure you're a little bit weirded out by them. They're just the slightest bit peculiar, you know. Unless you have equally peculiar thoughts? It's not even that late, barely even eleven. Eesh. I'm such a wimp. I don't think I'll ever pull an all nighter. I'll be doomed to fall asleep. Srrsly.
Who came up with that, anyway? Srrsly. It's not even just taking the vowels out of words. It's just weird. Really weird. I don't understand it.
Meanwhile, I'm going to...go place. Do something. Sleep, maybe, but that would be too easy. Far too easy. And that's just what they expect me to do. BWAHAHAHAHAHA. Spoilery goodness ahead, but I don't want to put it behind a cut.
CANON IS DEAD. LONG LIVE SNAPE.
And a snapshot from conversation:
minviendha: actually, a surprising amount of people ship it and everyone was like hahahaha, not canon. only then it was HAHAHAHAHA CANON IN YOUR FACE PEOPLE.
RodentoftheOpera: I KNOW!
RodentoftheOpera: Godfather from Elitist totally shipped them
RodentoftheOpera: And was always talking about it XD
RodentoftheOpera: And I was like, "... right."
RodentoftheOpera: And now
RodentoftheOpera: I am eating crow
RodentoftheOpera: I like it cooked
minviendha: eeehee. i prefer mine well done, or burnt to a crisp.
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