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Tuesday, May 29, 2007


-RANdom.-



Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone (:

-Teenagers, MCR



You know, the lead singer of MCR actually looks like a normal, random, everyday human being without his makeup on.

.. He should always have his makeup on.


-♬-



So much for a new post everyday.

If my movie wasn't taking so long to buffer, if I wasn't hearing the insane, screeching rambling they call singing of the all-famous High School Musical blaring out of the speakers in the living room [/insert sarcasm: oh JOY], if I wasn't so stomachwall-gnawingly hungry, if I hadn't been sitting here in front of the computer the whole day and growing roots, I wouldn't be blogging anyway(:

It's funny how much inspiration one can gain from a disney creation meant to entertain the general public, but in which (you might have already guessed) I sorely cannot stand.


-♬-



Podcast workshop tomorrow at Maris Stella High. Supposedly at the end of the workshop we're supposed to make a podcast. Something to do with multi-racial-ness. Or something to that effect anyway. Memory taking a bad turn. Again.

We have to be there by (gasp!) 10:30am. In other words, I have to be awake by 8:30. Who wakes up at 8:30 on a holiday?! Who even tries to wake up at that time?!

Correction: It is as good as criminal, as inhuman as burning people at the stake, as disgusting as eating an apple and finding half a worm left in it, as insane as downing acid, to wake up at 8:30(am!) on a holiday, much as I am looking forward to the event itself. Period.


-♬-



Goes off to pout like a spoilt 4-year-old who got sent to bed without TV.


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