Yo, Fang here.

Well, duh.

It's my fnicking journal...

I'm trying to get ideas for the next chapter here by hanging out on Twitter.

Yeah, that was a great idea...

First of all, Crossover Genius would like everyone to know that The Beatles are awesomer than Dylan.

Second, despite what Skittles says, I DO NOT love Adam Lambert. Never have, never will.

Third, I said SHAKIRA! Not SAINT! SHAKIRA!

Fourth, it's so fun to annoy people by spamming the Twitter wall and making their phones go off. :D

Sexily...Is a sexily word to sexily say sexily...

Why is everybody obsessed with sex? I'm not having a 3-way, 4-way, or any-way with anyone!

Skittles223: FangsOneFreedom #ifyouloveme you'll admit your love for Adam Lambert.

-headdesk- Why me?

Maybe I should get off Twitter...

Or, I can continue to fight with Skits...

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Great, now she's saying I'm a horrible daddy...

And she's writing a blackmail fic about me...

Great...

You know, maybe I should do something useful besides ramble.

I could...Ummm...

You know something Saint says a lot? And I mean says, as in, you've probably never seen in typed on here or anywhere 'cause she actually says it.

Well, she says a lot of stuff.

Like, "Tell me when I start caring."

I think she's typed that a couple times, but not often.

And she says, "I'm sorry." a lot. Mostly when she's sorry someone feels a certain way or something.

She actually does say "Gah", by the way.

And she says "Epic" all the time.

She has no right to make jokes about Canadians saying 'Eh', by the way. She says it. Heck, she's been known to type it, and not just as a joke. Obviously, Canadian accents are spreading to our part of New England...

Another Saint phrase: "Nice Attempt." Usually said to someone after they epic fail at something, and said sarcastically.

And now she and Amanda are in this phase of saying, "Jack it, Gun, jack it!" I have absolutely no freaking clue what this means except that it's an inside joke of some sort.

Saint refers to her fellow saints a lot, too.

"In the name of St. Pete!" That's a favorite exclamation.

Oh, and the girl actually says 'fnicking' all the time.

"Damn fnicking 7-inch piece of bread-like substance!" Heh, welcome to Subway...

Oh, and can someone tell me where Affie got this phrase?

"'And they're off!' said the rabbit as he got his balls caught in the lawnmower."

Yeah...

Oh, and Mum's phrases...

"'I see' said the blind man, who could not see at all."

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, Amanda has a form of that one.

"'I see' said the blind man as he pissed into the wind. 'It's all coming back to me now.'"

WTF?

Oh, and what the Hell is this supposed to mean?

"She's no better than she should be."

Huh? Well, yeah.

Oh, another Saint exclamation:

"Ay vey and Oy caramba!"

It's a Jewish Mexican!

I probably just insulted someone...

-shrugs- Can't say anything without someone getting insulted these days, anyway.

Heh, I just asked Saint if she was ever going to get around to finishing the next chapter of Day in Therapy, and she yelled out, "I don't know! I'm busy! I'm planning on procrastinating tomorrow, but I find myself procrastinating on making my procrastination plans!"

Leave it to Saint...

Hey, I hear Jessica! She must've just got home... I shall go bug her!

...I was wrong. It was Rachel.

It's 1:34 p.m. right now, and Rachel's heading to bed. (By the way, I started writing this chapter around 1 in the morning last night, so there's a time lapse somewhere in here when I went to bed.)

Rachel's an RN and works long shifts at the ICU, so this is her chance to sleep.

I shall be quiet...

Damn, where's Jessica? She's fun to bug...

You know, it's been interesting sharing a house with three girls. I mean, there's Grammy and Grampy downstairs, too, but I don't usually interact with them as much. And upstairs, it's girl-central.

I should get Saint to get a video of the upstairs and put it on YouTube. You guys should see the bathroom. Rachel's friend, Bradley (a girl, by the way), painted it with Rachel and Jessica's help and it's pretty epic. Only problem is, it's...Pretty.

Oh, and by the way, toilets should never be next to windows. Sure, there's a curtain there, but if you open the window, the wind blows the curtain in your way.

I'm hungry. I want to bug Jessica. And I want to make Saint finish the Therapy chapter.

But I don't want to end my chapter yet.

So...brb.

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Ok, I'm back.

Saint's still not working on the chapter. Bad Saint. I'm sure she'll get to it soon, though.

In the meantime, I found Jessica! And I ate some lunch. Meatloaf.

Jessica showed me a load of pictures on her computer. I have a question. If you're one of those extremist Christians, does that require you to go to two million Christian conferences? Furthermore, where in the world do you find all of these conferences? I'm not complaining, I'm just..Amazed. She's been to conferences in Kentucky, Canada...Everywhere. I want to go to one of these conference-thingies, just to see what it's like.

Rachel's brother, Daniel, travelled around on a bus named Barnabus for 9 months, going from church to church, helping them out. Normally, most parents wouldn't let their teenage child leave on a bus full of strangers for 9 months, but I guess when they're a bunch of extremist Christians, you don't have to worry about the kid getting into drugs or getting raped or something as much. 'Jesus Loves Me' might be stuck in his head for the next year, but besides that, he's pretty safe.

Oh, heck, they're good people, I just...Don't always get them.

Ok, I just read through what I've written so far and...Damn. I make absolutely no sense.

It's like this...Array of randomized phrases spun together in just a way to make your head spin slightly but still enjoy the crunchy, unique goodness.

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What the fuck did I just say?

God, I'm losing it.

Ok, so maybe I'll get to telling you all about why I had to post this chapter in the first place.

Saint's updating all her fics for one very important reason. One I'm sure the majority already know about from reading all the other updates she's posting with mine.

Saint's holding a contest.

'Saint's Sequels Contest!'

I'm calling it the 'Saint's So Damn Self-Centered She Had to Have a Contest Based on her Fics' Contest.

Honestly, she had some other ideas for contests, but this was the easiest for her to plan out at the time.

...Which means, if this contest goes well, she could be doing others...

Damn.

Anyway, all the contest information and rules are posted both on the Poetry Corner and in a Fanfiction Forum Post. I think Saint'd prefer you'd check out the forum, but the Poetry Corner's there, too, for all you lazy people.

Oh, and, if you make it to the Top Four, you get to be interviewed by...

Yours Truly.

And the interview appears right here in my Journal.

Pretty cool, huh? I think so.

So, uh...Why are you all sitting here reading my Journal?

Go check out the forum or something? Don't you want to be part of the contest? We're hiring judges, too, you know!

GO!

-Fang, Sequels Contest Interviewer