Hey people! I'm punctual!
Thanks to the reviewers, like vanessa (honestly speaking, I have no idea how this is going to turn out. I've just thrown away my old draft of this so . . . maybe. I'll er . . . poll the reviewers?) , klucky, crissy, Red Witch, evolutionary spider, amerase, me, InterNutter, Candice, flitwicke, SpiderPrime, Amicitia and BurPinG goDDess (did I get the caps right? I'm working offline now so I can't be sure . . . anyway . . . yay you created your acct!!!). *gathers everyone in a big group hug* Thanks for continuing to read this. =) *mushmushmush*
Entry 10
I am becoming increasingly edgy nowadays. I can't help it. Who can blame me?
Bad news no. 1: Logan has officially bought himself a new razor, and I see him frequently casting very murderous glances at my cat (I fear that it may not live long enough for me to name it, unfortunately), which heightens my suspicions that he is just waiting for me to get sick of it so that he can shave it bare. Ha! If he's going to wait for me to get sick of it, he's going to be waiting for a long time.
Bad news no. 2: Lance and Scott are still at it. Even though the matter's pretty much cleared up by now, Lance is still bickering with Scott at any chance he gets (the black eye may have pushed things a little, but come on), leaving me to conclude that the guy has a major insecurity complex.
Bad news no. 3: This situation wasn't so serious before. In fact, like the idiot I am, I took it as a good omen at first. Who else could I be talking about? None other than Rogue, who is right now giggling uncharacteristically at something she's reading in Teenage (trust me, I'm getting used to all the weirdness), of which actually belongs to Jean, the carnivore. Of course, she didn't ask for her permission to read it, so I'm assuming Jean's going to throw another hissy fit, like the one she threw when she smelt the stench in all the bathrooms caused by the litter boxes.
So the question is: How am I going to get Rogue to _act_ Rogue again? I'd scale the Empire State building for her to get her old "un-people" personality back. I don't know if I can stand having Oprah in the same room much longer, anyhow. Hang on a minute. I'm hearing some pounding on the
Oookay. Jean just came in and (as I predicted) threw a fit when she saw Rogue reading her magazine. She went, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" in this really loud, angry voice, and from the looks of it, was about to start ranting away about how nobody respected her privacy and stuff like that. Rogue just looked indifferent to Jean's reaction, and plopped the magazine back into Jean's open palm.
"There wasn't much to read anyway, except the survey you filled in," was Rogue's reply. She sighed. "I wish I could have made a copy of that."
At this, Jean actually stomped her foot (the things you see when you don't have camera) like a kid - the resemblance was absolutely remarkable. She let out a "hmph!" and headed, presumably, to the professor to complain.
When I asked Rogue about the survey, she just cracked up and told me that it was one of those lame dating personality tests that only bimbos take, to find out if they were going to marry the next Tom Cruise or something. Only the expression in her eyes told me likewise. By the looks of it, I'm going to have to steal that magazine too, to get the info.
I just realized something. I've kind of been doing a lot of stealing lately. Namely, meat pies, Logan's razor, and now, the magazine. In a week, that's saying an awful lot. I seriously hope I don't grow up to become a sneak thief or some mentally-disabled cat burglar (excuse the pun - I couldn't help it. The things stress do to your mind) in the future, like the ones teen psychologists always talk about on tv.
Gotta go. I think that's Lance on the phone. He better have a good explanation for openly calling me his girlfriend yesterday and not consulting me beforehand.
Tbc.
[A/n: Yay! Another chappie! Once again, thanks 2 all the reviewers I've had so far - I really appreciate it. Another group hug! *hughughug* heh. =) ]
Thanks to the reviewers, like vanessa (honestly speaking, I have no idea how this is going to turn out. I've just thrown away my old draft of this so . . . maybe. I'll er . . . poll the reviewers?) , klucky, crissy, Red Witch, evolutionary spider, amerase, me, InterNutter, Candice, flitwicke, SpiderPrime, Amicitia and BurPinG goDDess (did I get the caps right? I'm working offline now so I can't be sure . . . anyway . . . yay you created your acct!!!). *gathers everyone in a big group hug* Thanks for continuing to read this. =) *mushmushmush*
Entry 10
I am becoming increasingly edgy nowadays. I can't help it. Who can blame me?
Bad news no. 1: Logan has officially bought himself a new razor, and I see him frequently casting very murderous glances at my cat (I fear that it may not live long enough for me to name it, unfortunately), which heightens my suspicions that he is just waiting for me to get sick of it so that he can shave it bare. Ha! If he's going to wait for me to get sick of it, he's going to be waiting for a long time.
Bad news no. 2: Lance and Scott are still at it. Even though the matter's pretty much cleared up by now, Lance is still bickering with Scott at any chance he gets (the black eye may have pushed things a little, but come on), leaving me to conclude that the guy has a major insecurity complex.
Bad news no. 3: This situation wasn't so serious before. In fact, like the idiot I am, I took it as a good omen at first. Who else could I be talking about? None other than Rogue, who is right now giggling uncharacteristically at something she's reading in Teenage (trust me, I'm getting used to all the weirdness), of which actually belongs to Jean, the carnivore. Of course, she didn't ask for her permission to read it, so I'm assuming Jean's going to throw another hissy fit, like the one she threw when she smelt the stench in all the bathrooms caused by the litter boxes.
So the question is: How am I going to get Rogue to _act_ Rogue again? I'd scale the Empire State building for her to get her old "un-people" personality back. I don't know if I can stand having Oprah in the same room much longer, anyhow. Hang on a minute. I'm hearing some pounding on the
Oookay. Jean just came in and (as I predicted) threw a fit when she saw Rogue reading her magazine. She went, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" in this really loud, angry voice, and from the looks of it, was about to start ranting away about how nobody respected her privacy and stuff like that. Rogue just looked indifferent to Jean's reaction, and plopped the magazine back into Jean's open palm.
"There wasn't much to read anyway, except the survey you filled in," was Rogue's reply. She sighed. "I wish I could have made a copy of that."
At this, Jean actually stomped her foot (the things you see when you don't have camera) like a kid - the resemblance was absolutely remarkable. She let out a "hmph!" and headed, presumably, to the professor to complain.
When I asked Rogue about the survey, she just cracked up and told me that it was one of those lame dating personality tests that only bimbos take, to find out if they were going to marry the next Tom Cruise or something. Only the expression in her eyes told me likewise. By the looks of it, I'm going to have to steal that magazine too, to get the info.
I just realized something. I've kind of been doing a lot of stealing lately. Namely, meat pies, Logan's razor, and now, the magazine. In a week, that's saying an awful lot. I seriously hope I don't grow up to become a sneak thief or some mentally-disabled cat burglar (excuse the pun - I couldn't help it. The things stress do to your mind) in the future, like the ones teen psychologists always talk about on tv.
Gotta go. I think that's Lance on the phone. He better have a good explanation for openly calling me his girlfriend yesterday and not consulting me beforehand.
Tbc.
[A/n: Yay! Another chappie! Once again, thanks 2 all the reviewers I've had so far - I really appreciate it. Another group hug! *hughughug* heh. =) ]