dear emokid, readygetsetgo!!!!!!

Things I Found Out After Hibernating In the Room For One Day Writing:  
1. i hate IS
2. I hate writing
3. does bloodloss decrease brain activity?
4. I hate IS
5. I hate deadlines
6. I hate Pythagoras.
7. I HATE PYTHAGORAS.
8. I HATE PYTHAGORAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Randomly I realize that I had Issues with Pythie in my previous nearly-one-year-ago post. Very obviously Time does Not Heal All Wounds.

ROARRRR. 

next up,  Things I Found Out After Hibernating In the Room For One Day Writing Part 2: PLATO. 

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so regardless of the fact that I very probably screwed Math/Chinese/Lit/Chem/Bio/Physics up badly
overoveroveroveroveroveroveroveroveroveroveroverover

OVER. *hysteria*

Dragged selves out to taka, being waylaid by japanese tourists who first wanted to get to Subway at Newton, then changed minds after discussion, to go to Chinatown. o.0 AND they have wierd tastes in sweets, which can't really be counted sweets since- well- they taste sour and salty and generally like prettily-packaged bad cheese. *grins at mel*

AND THEN. went and glutted on yoshi, where rgs girls were the only customers, and the whole world gave us accusing You-Pon-School stares when we walk. *squeaks*. Having lunch, or for certain demonstrations of the epitome of health, ice cream (yes, you, lich) at 10.30am in the morning does wierd things to the brain. 

And so having fufilled primal  greed/mouth-itchy hunger pangs (exhibit A: mel's face contortion and growling as the first 190 drove away) we then deicded, admist confusion (exhibit B- Very Exasperated Christabel: "no REALLY, where are we going?) to descend upon Kino. whereupon the Anime freaks enthusiasts headed for said section like iron fillings to an electromagnet with 10238304 coils. PHYSICS ANALOGY THIOCK BE PROUD OF ME. Ended up escaping manga nightmare zone and going to Bestsellers section and reading through highly interesting titles such as Sex With The Queen *smirks*. 

Finally took busride to Brenda's, where we camped out at the Karoake room/ Billard Room where meaningful and educational activites such as screamalongs to westlife/christina aguilera/jessica simpson/brittney and choreographing CHEESY MOVES, spoofing 手牵手 (we had mikes, whut), teaching bel how to catwalk, trying and failing badly to disperse triangle group of balls 5 times consecutively, and hitting white balls into sockets, among many others. AND GETTING HIGH ON POTC. 

CRACK, I declare. So it was decided, after the first 20 minutes of the show, that JackSparrow would be equally shared between me bel and lichen, while Lichen would have sole dibs on the two crossdressing pirates, one of whom has a fake eye, and bel the tall black scary dude who only ever grunts (and I quote, strong and silent). HAHAHA. JACK SPARROW/ COMMODORE NORRINGTON. oh come on it's a crackified Harry/Draco hahahahahaahahahaha CRACK IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL.

and thus ends Post-EOY-Expedition 1, with an embarrassing amount of noise that bourght security guards on us. Twice. says happily. 

AND TODAY. hahahaahahahha I SWEAR OMG PANG IS HILARIOUS. hilarious hilarious hilarious. XDXD lesson on cultural landscape sidetracked into intense narration (with handactions and body movements) of boyfriend problems and how her mother put a stop to her study sessions with a d00d from a premiere school HAHAHAHAHHAHA DIES. but annoying/snide phonecall aside she isn't half bad. (probably) bunking with soonae for trip! exciting exciting.

so to homie and my feathered friend, NO MAP DRAWING WILL BE DONE . and me sleeps in hotel resort with a pool. SMUG LOOK. 

ahahahahahaah LOVES! XD

 

mentally flinging rusty needles at uncertified accupuncturists is somewhat therapeutic, I have discovered.  

screw EOYs, i say calmly and politely.