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Okay. So I was uber bored just now and realized that I hadn't been on LiveJournal in, like, forever. So I decided to go to LiveJournal. Because I can. Because that's just how cool I am.
Anyhoo. I wrote this crap graduation speech for school because my darling mother wanted me to. And because she wouldn't let me play Guitar Hero until I did.
So I wrote it and I was like, "Ladidadida. Now I can play Guitar Hero!" And for some bizzare reason, my mom actually thought that I had a shot at saying the speech, to which I retorted, "Haha. What a silly useless dream, Mommy. Wanna play Guitar Hero?" Instead of playing Guitar Hero with me, she made me edit it and turn it in. And audition to say my crap speech in front of 200+ people.
And because she was so enthusiastic about it and told me that my speech was actually half-decent, I went "Olright. Maybe I do have a shot at this." But, no.
Someone else's speech got chosen and instead of feeling disappointment/anger, I feel a sort of relief and a strange sort of shame that you get when you disappoint people you care about.
Which made me think about the weird state of mind most humans have most their lives. At least until they go senile. Or they just randomly stop thinking.
OH. Did you know that people who are in disaster situations sometimes just stop thinking? It's true. That's why there's so many unnecessary deaths. Because even people close to an excape route just fall into a stupor and stand around, not doing anything, even if there's a fire in the next room or something.
But sometimes, when I get bored on the bus or wherever and I run out of things to think about/ talk to myself about, I just...stop thinking.
Is this abnormal? Is my brain broken? Do I need psychological help? And, more importantly still, does it really matter?
Alrightly. I am going to go watch Hong Gil Dong on mysoju.com, so.... yeah.
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amusedI was at this weird kind of school place-y thing-y when all of a sudden this kid who looked a lot like what Seamus Finnigan looks like my head plopped (Hehe. Plop. What a nice word.) down next to me and pulled out a copy of Deathly Hallows. I was speechless. I demanded that he hand over the book to me at once (Yeah, I'm really mean in my dreams.). And he just shrugged and gave it to me. Now here's the REALLY weird part. The first 10 pages were advertisments. I dunno why. They were advertising a Lemony Snicket movie and the next Eragon/Eldest movie and foot cream. The book looked really small, too. And the font was a different, ugly font. So. Right when I was going to read the first sentance (after all the ads), the book suddenly dissolved and I found myself
'Ello, peeps, psychotic cool internet people, and strangers, ALL.
I am currently studying for my history teacher's crazy map test and watching Heroes on nbc.com at the same time. How I am doing this, I do not know. So. Do we really need to know where Laos and Myanmar are located in our lifetime?
Okay, maybe. But still. What about the geography of Indonesia? Or the names of the islands of Japan?
Seriously. Zeus Whateverwhatever. (I can't say Jesus Christ because a) I'm Christian and b) my mom is hovering over my shoulder.)
I've always wondered something about the world. Why are there not more ramen bowls in it?
Also, why do we have to wait so long for the 7th HP book to come out? Life is filled with mysteries, I'm afraid. Which include the islands of Indonesia. What are they, anyways? *rummages through bookbag, searching for "cheat sheet"* (hey, you never know when you need one)
ZOMG. I found FOOD. On my bedroom table. Smexy. Tastes good. Now. To fill the empty practice maps I've got from the Internet.
Blegh. Heroes. That is a LALALA show. Meaning it is smexier than smexy.
God. Peter looks emo with his hair in his eyes and stuff.
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GTG STUDY. Damn.
- The Queen of the Jellyfish