Garh...
Reasons to Be Pissed:
1.) "Coupling", an original British sitcom is being totally revised into an American cast, and is being remade to fit ABC's rating. I am frankly pissed off, because "Coupling" is a fucking grand show (half because it's British, half because it's very sexual in funny ways), and now they are Americanizing it to death to the point where the word 'snog' is no longer an adjective.
2.) I go to the FanFiction.net dictionary and look up the word "cunt" for kicks. (You know you look up bad words just to see what they say, too. Don't deny it.) I am, however, annoyed that my name is in that particular word's example. Out of all the words in the world... My name is spelt correctly and everything in the example. The only time that I don't want my name spelt right, and you know what happens? It's spelt right. And to the person who wrote that example... Your son is a grade A+ idgit! How do you like them apples, Miss. Anonymous?
3.) I Love The 80's is not as funny as I Love The 70's. The 70's was the decade for crazy things (mainly marijuana). The 80's introduced Dungeons and Dragons and jacking off to the Go-Go Girls. As far as I'm concerned, you can take their CDs, break them into bits, and slit your wrists with the broken pieces.
4.) Post Nasal Drip does suck. No, even better—It leaves you sucking for air. There goes my Halloween.
Reasons to Be Glad:
1.) I finally told off one of the "Big Bad Punks" (If you can call him a Punk. He walks around the fucking preps like they were normal people.) Austin, Matt, what not. He and some other queer leader kept poking me in the back. I turned around and clearly told them all, that if they poked me one more time, I will snap their fingers backwards like the man in the Crooked House story. Turns out, that it was a guy named Jason, and that he was the one who kept poking me. If it wasn't for the fact that I was in a Catholic High School, I would have cursed him out right then. But I'm content with what I did already.
2.) Paul Berg thinks my allowance is a joke because he is a rich Columbian. At least I got to punch him. He now keeps a solid 7 feet away from me when having a face-to-face conversation with me.
3.) I found a small squishy toy on the floor at Arch Bishop McCarthy High School. I sold it to Matt D. for 5$.
And if anyone has taken notice, all of my chapters have been formatted into HTML Documents. I have added on more to previous chapters when revising them, too. I'm pretty happy I got all that accomplished! Now for my other stories . . .
-_- *allows her head crash to her key board*
So my excuse for not updating is the fact that I revised everything. Some words were spelt correctly again, some name errors were changed, and the sentences that made no sense, are even more confusing. Kudos, to you who have reread it all again.
4.) I found a new AIM friend. His screen name is AOL System Msg. I named him Mr. No-talk since he doesn't talk. I have being spilling out my guts to him for the past couple of days, telling him my deepest secrets to the most random shit ever heard of. He's always on, so if you message him, tell him I said hi. He's a real gem, I'm tellin' ya.
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Disclaimer - SeZZion #01:
Hirari: *walks in depressed and takes a seat* Hi. My name is Hirari... And I don't own InuYasha.
Everyone else: *happy smiles all around the room* Hi, Hirari! We welcome you to the "No Own-Un Prone!" Club! WELCOME!
Hirari: Err... Really, now... Oh waltzing Walla beast on a bagel! It's the Trix bunny! *waves* Sup, doc! Why are you here?
The Rabbit: I went to Publix to get some of the delicious Trix! But...
Hirairi: But...?
The Rabbit: ...I was jumped...*sigh* All I wanted was a box of cereal. What has happened to the once lovely country? I can't even buy cereal at the local drugstore! Something needs to be done.
Hirari: I feel for you, dude, I feel for ya...
The Rabbit: *looks up hopefully* Then you wouldn't mind getting me some yogurt?
Hirari: Hell, bunny! Does it say Handy Maid May on my forehead?!
The Rabbit: *sigh*
(The morale? I am as helpless as The Trix Rabbit in this situation. The next time you think I own InuYasha, just think of Rumiko Takahashi in my position. And imagine me as the Rabbit. That should boost your brain waves. Still think I own InuYasha--And if you say something smart, I'll slap you silly.)
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Notes for you! Yes, you!:
I have projects to complete in October through November. The next update after this will be in November. Delaying too long? Well, too bad. Everyone who doesn't have something to keep him or herself occupied for life is probably pushing a broom at Jiffy Lube. Hello, airheads! This is for all you down at the station that waited impatiently, like billy goats on Viagra, for my update. Sniff stone and die scum—here is your fucking update. And to everyone else, enjoy the chapter!
Fluff, and Bashing and all that good stuff is coming your way! Make sure your seat belts are securely fastened at all times! ^_^ 'Cause if I soil your pure brain, then my job here is done.
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Dirty SneakersChapter 10: My Officer Is That Sadist Over There
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No one slept peacefully that night. They were too scared that a guy named 'Bubba' lived within the premises of Ko-nfure-kusu Juvenile. Jakotsu, on the other hand, slept like a baby in a lilac dream. The title 'Bubba's Bitch' having no affect on his welfare at all.
Kagome snuggled in between Sango and InuYasha as her security blanket from the lecherous man named Maze located a cell across. Maze never has backed down, and will get what he wants by night. Or.. That's what his instincts told reminded himself of. That, and InuYasha's fist.
All was not well in little Cornflakes Prison. 15 girls in very short uniforms from the 2nd story cells were hysterical about 'Eternal moons' and 'Prism Power'. Claiming they were the Salt of the Earth, the heroines of all planets, The Spice Girls. One point they lapsed into a 'Spice Up Your Lives' frenzy. It was a mad house.
"Shake it, shake it, shake it! AN GUARD! Shake it, shake it, shake it! AN GUARD! ARIBA!!"
Then a fussy lady in another cell with her friend named after tree-grubbing insects made commotion worse. Rattling against their bars and messing with cell mates, which was more like clawing at chalkboards, made some others nervous while Earthboy cried his big ole' heart out.
Officer Chocolate slept with her cap hooding her eyes, the two girls made hubbub about sucking her blood and stealing her clothes. Officer Chocolate was oblivious, of course, and paid no heed to the girls nipping at her key belt with their claws. They were, after all, the great Grub and Miyu—Vampires extraordinaire!
A few units away, 5 out of 20 friends slept almost serenely. The gray ceiling dripped with unknown leaks, as the wallpapers peeled from the sweat it was collecting. And oddly, it looked like a forgotten scene when on tour of the White House chambers. Bickering didn't cease as the five adolescences wriggled around trying to catch forty winks.
"Hey, Yashie-Bo-Bashie-Fee-Fye-Fo-Fashiiie~," Kagome whispered hazily from in-between a quiescent Sango and the drowsy boy. InuYasha blinked as his head leveled back to see Kagome, and blinked away some of his siesta. (H/N: So many words for sleep)
"What?" Replied the now yawning canine-boy. Chances of waking up a teenaged boy as stubborn as InuYasha is like scientifically claiming the mysterious Canoka Nogua in Canada was actually an obese spotted water elephant. InuYasha yawned broadly as he scratched at the vanilla colored bars absently with his claws, before snuggling cozily into Kagome's chest in content sleep.
She froze. Kagome's eyes amplified by his absent movements as his ears flickered innocently, his visage resembling pure bliss. 'Hell, he better,' Kagome thought, her whole body seemingly turning into a human cocktail cherry. 'That's my chest he's on!' She looked skeptically down at InuYasha, blushing like mad. "Gah!"
The moment seemed to freeze before a sudden 'click!' went unheard by the sleeping people in the cells. Some of the people in Cornflake's Juvenile were total insomniacs, including Naraku, who was chatting up a storm with a neighboring insomniac who seemed to have robotic eyes, black clothes, and deep violet hair.
Dorothy Wayne... Right?
Kagome poked at his pallid doggie ear, causing InuYasha to wake from his little slumber. His golden pools of radiance fluttered open, and wondered when his pillow gotten so supple and…squishy. And since when did his pillow have arms, ebony hair, and lungs? 'Uh oh...' InuYasha's eyes widened to the size of British teacups, as his gaze slipped up to Kagome's burgundy tinted face.
"Err..." Was InuYasha's gifted IQ in squat words. "I feel like I should be.. explaining something...But I don't quite know what I did.. Help..? Ehehe...he.." Kagome blinked in reply, cutely tilting her head in confusion that it made InuYasha blush more.
The shady-haired girl cast a sour expression upon her features. Her attitude level reaching a whooping 7 feet above ground. Kagome 'Hmpf!'ed, then started shoving InuYasha off her chest. He seized the cold cell bar, glowering at the midnight-haired lass that had squiggled her way 4 feet away from him.
When he settled back down, InuYasha shot Kagome a middle finger, which she returned just as rebelliously. The tenseness of the whole situation seemed to crumple into tiny bits as the two teens sent each other freakish glares. Some other chamber mates that were conscious watched them oddly, and monitored their circumstances. They clung to the dowels of their sect, peevishly sighing or whispering.
Kagome looked away bitterly with her arms folded across her chest. Leaning alongside the bars of her barred cubicle, she sighed exasperatingly, "Loofa Sponge."
He smirked, mimicking her movement in quick tone. "Prat."
"Barbaric dolt."
"Beauty School drop out."
All of Kagome's jerky movements awaked Sango. Geez, she slept like the dead. The lethargic chestnut haired girl stirred, blinking her russet colored eyes open. "Why so bouncy, 'Me? I might need a Dramamine in a minute.."
Kagome, startled out of her common sense, peeked down at the murmuring Sango. Good. She was still asleep... Or so she thought she was asleep. Through the barred windows, moonlight poured down upon them in sallow stripes. The stars sprinkled their excel on the inhabitants of Earth, casting a tranquil scene for all to view on that strange night.
A feeble silence had rung throughout the prison. Midnight mumbles were perceived on low voices, as to not wake the several other sleeping cellmates. InuYasha fiddled with his shirt hem before looking back up to Kagome who was starting to nod off onto Sango's head.
InuYasha fumbled and fidgeted around in his spot for a mere moment, before he started to speak again. "Kagome, I—"
He was cut off from speaking when the velvet haired officer, Officer Chocolate, rammed the large steel door open with one single hand. She stood in the inflexible metal entryway; with a Nokia cell phone in her other hand and a pissed look on her face.
"Alright," She spoke, after eyeing each one of the 70 or more cells with rigid eyes. Painfully slowly she glared at them, too. Walking to the center of the globular penal complex, Chocolate situated herself to get a good view of all the detained coin-lickers.
"Which one of you delinquents goes by the name, 'Onigumo, Naraku'?" She held the cell phone a little higher into the air representing the fact that someone had called the prison instead of the other way around. Damn it, someone figured.
As soon as the words left her mouth, every sleeping person, and alert insomniac bellowed and barked his or her claims to be this 'Naraku' person.
"It is I!!"
"NO! I'M ONIGUMO, MISS!"
"Shut your mouth Serena, FOR I AM ONIGUMO!"
"WANNA FIGHT ME ON IT, MARS?!"
"BRING IT ON, CELESTIAL SLUT!"
"OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!"
Chocolate internally sighed, 'I knew this would happen..' The whip-clad bureaucrat ignored the edgy yowls and unnerving jangles of the bars.
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They were all frozen with the fear of never getting out of their crooked torment. All of 'em!
Ginkotsu stared at his dislodged fingernail in helplessness. He and his brothers gave up on trying to beat Mukotsu up into a smaller pulp then he already was, and heard everything from when the sadistic police officer came in with one of them cheap phones with the blue screens that glow in the dark. It was the only thing that got people's attention. That glow is pretty cool.
"We're never going to leave..." Ginkotsu sighed. His deep voice wavered with worry and agitation. Renkotsu nodded in agreement, his bandana-covered head in his hands. "I agree. We'll never leave this damnation!"
Kyoukotsu stared down at his deck of cards, shuffling them fancily like a real poker dealer would in the light, sound, and whore filled city known as 'Vegas'. "It was worth it, though..."
Bankotsu looked up from kicking Mukotsu. He sat down on the floor next to Kyoukotsu with a bemused expression that cloaked his facade. "It was kinda fun, wasn't it..?"
They glimpsed at Bankotsu in memorable thought. "Yeah.." was their group reply before bowing their heads in deep concentration to escape their captivity.
Suikotsu patted his older brother, Ginkotsu, on his large dysfunctional shoulder comfortably. "Now, now… Do not worry, brothers. We still have our bail to worry about. Maybe... just maybe..." Ginkotsu, Mukotsu, Renkotsu, Kyoukotsu and Bankotsu looked at their sibling hopefully. "We might have a low bail to pay... Say.. Isn't Naraku rich?"
The 6 cellmates of the Shichinintai slowly raised their heads, with just one thought on their minds...
'Redrum.'
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"I.. can't breath.." Hojo wheezed. Kikyo weighed over the calculated tons of a hoard rhinos. "Need.. tree... aloe vera... mommy...!"
Kikyo rolled her glassy eyes. (H/N: Not as in 'glassy pretty' but as in 'I've-been-high-lately glassy'.. Or is that bloodshot? Ah, hell with it.) She poked his tummy button making him giggle like the Pillsbury doughboy.
"HOO HOO!"
"Like! Hush up, Sandy! We're like, trying to like, get that cell phone, like, like.." Kikyo stopped short, at a loss for words. Yura perked up as her eyes glittered. Her hands were clasped, as she looked onward to her bestest best of all best friends. Her conceitedness higher then the Tower of Babble would ever be.
"Like, liiiike!" (Translation: Oh my giddy-aunts-underground! You do understand my tastes!)
Kikyo stifled a gasp, holding her hand to her mouth. "Liiiiiike, like like like ah like?" (Translation: Are you kidding me?! I totally racked his shack!)
Kaguya immediately stopped playing with her extremely long dark plum hair, also deciding to engage in this top secret conversation that no sane individual may ever understand. No matter how far they were being pushed off of that roof. (H/N: &_&)
"LIKE—Like, like like-like! I like like, ha like, LIKE!" (Translation: Who hasn't?! The man is more freely wandering this freaky earth then women on rampage at the JC Penny's Door-Buster Sales and pre-marked clearances!!)
Kikyo and Yura GASPED! Then faster then Superman could lay Louis Lain, they were all betrothed in one of those ph33rful group hugs that you see on kiddie programs like, Barney... Lamb Chop... Carson Daily... The list goes on. It was sick. It was mind damaging. Maze was yearning to be the fourth contestant. It was all wrong! Oh how wrong!
Hojo frowned out of the blue. "That's MR.SANDY to YOU!...strumpet..." The crabby sandy-haired boy nudged himself mutely in the arm signifying that he was going to tell himself something the other girls can't hear.
"As the Old Proverb says," Hojo said, looking both ways for no sign of acknowledgment from the three hussies. "'Sluts are good enough to make a Slovene's porridge.'"
Sesshoumaru sat in a far corner covering his pointed ears with his hands. He rocked himself back and forth repeatedly trying to convince his inner beings that Kikyo nor Hojo were real, and that he was the real God. God had no beard. How the hell someone knew what God looked like and lived to tell about it, was beyond Sesshoumaru's reason. I mean, Jesus could be a carrot top with a pasty tan for all anyone knows.
But Naraku had other problems. Not only were people from neighboring cells constantly sniffing his hair and repetitively asking him what brand of shampoo he uses, but also he was getting hungry. Insensible of the sadist police women that kept asking around for the real Onigumo to please stand up.
Then someone just had to make up that joke with Eminem and making a big deal out of it. Fortunately, the smart ass got 500$ and a dime added onto his bail fee.
Just when you need the dime, it's never there, but whenever else you don't need the dime, you always fucking find it. Judge Hachi knows all.
"1,683,306,999,001... 1,683,306,999,002... 1,683,306,999,003..." Naraku recited in compelled monotone, as he counted the stars in the deep navy sky. "1,683,306,999,004...OW!" A tug of one of his long ebony locks was pulled by Chocolate, who was still pissed, but with a more firm tone to her face.
She squinted, picking up the phone she talked to the patient girl on the other line, "Alright, I think this is him. It matches your description: Blue Eye Shadow, long black hair, Self-denial, and—what was that?" Officer Chocolate listened intently.
Momentarily, she gained an outlandish exterior that clearly said 'Help! I'm talking to the devil's children!' But she made sure to keep it clear from view. "A WHAT?..Okay, miss, are you on—No! I was going to ask if YOU were on Mary Jane!... *sigh* Fine, jezuz! I'll check!..."
Chocolate put the phone done to her side, and squatted down on the balls of her feet. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously as the man constantly was rubbing the scalp where she tugged his hair at. She tilted her police cap to cover one side of her eye, leaving the other exposed in full outlook.
Naraku impulsively twisted around to see who dare pull his hair like that and give 'em a piece of his mind. Noticing the magenta-haired lady who arrested him in the first place was the one who did it, made him more roiled in resentment.
Naraku's brows stitched together in a tart method. "What is it, trollop?" His voice as low as the Florida Dolphins kick-off score, as speaking fluidly and emotionlessly like it ran in his blood... And in this case it did. No one likes cops—this is no exception to his rule. DON'T. LIKE. COPS.
The magenta-haired woman tapered her eyelids deeply. It appeared as if she were having a mental battle with herself whether or not to hammer this sap's face in, or to ignore him. Naraku almost looked amused as more emotions flashed on her features then Poke'mon do on the ending OAV count down.
"Turn around." She spoke hastily.
The blue-eye shadowed boy blinked vacantly. "What?"
"Turn around." Chocolate repeated in the equivalent tone. "The girl on the line says that to identify who you really are, I need proof," And she just knew what he was going to ask next.
"What proof?" Naraku growled from behind clenched teeth.
There it went.
The bureaucrat lady snapped. "DO AS I SAY!" And in no time Naraku was turned generally, as the pissed lady and her short temper silenced the chambers all around.
She calmed considerably. Violence does get your way in all conversations. "Good, now..uh..." How was she going to word this without making it seem like she was going to molest him...? Best check with the caller. The lady dressed in stretchy black jeans and matching tube top rose the phone to her cheek, and whispered in low tones with the individual.
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Kagome leaned to the far side of the bar to listen in on the conversation that Chocolate was having with the mystery caller. She heard snickering to her left, and saw InuYasha bumbling with laughter.
Immediately, Kagome rushed to his side. "You know what they are saying, don't you?!" She whispered eagerly, like a kid in a gun parlor. InuYasha gazed down at Kagome's keen attitude to be nosy. But he shouldn't be the one complaining since he's the one laughing about it anyways.
Dog-boy grinned cockily. "Maybe I do.." He said, folding his arms across his chest, and closing his eyes in relaxation. "Then again, maybe I d—" Kagome poked him in the fuzzy ear, making it twitch insistently.
"Don't give me that 'maybe I do, then again maybe I don't' crap, Yash!" Her eyes sparkled wildly, leaning forward she put her soft ear next to his, wanting the ability to hear what he does. InuYasha blushed a chaste cherry shade, allowing Kagome to be so close to him. Instinctively, he enveloped a shielding arm around her waist.
"Tell 'meh, please!" She tugged on his shirt. "Please Yash, pleeeease?" Her stare warmly softened when his eyes met her's. His yielding ocher eyes made her want to stop and look twice. InuYasha coughed nervously after a few moments, secretively posing like a sexy beast under her gaze. (H/N: ^______^)
Kagome giggled, making InuYasha cave into her sweet torment. "Okay, okay.." Kagome cheered at low volume, turning her head so InuYasha could whisper into her ear.
His hot breath swarmed her senses, making her almost forget what he was talking about, not to mention making her cheeks redden and her mind swarm with thoughts. The silver-haired teen smiled smugly on the inside as he whispered into her ear personally. His arms still holding her to him blissfully, loving the fact that she let him do so.
"First of all.. The person on the other line is—"
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"Erm..." Chocolate lowered the phone. She curved her attention to the ebony-haired man who glared impatiently at the stone wall in front of him.
"Well," Naraku said with irritation, still not facing her but staying turned around as she asked. Good thing, or he wouldn't even recognize that light yet rosy tint to her visage. "What are you waiting for? What do you want me to do?"
"Um, liftupyoushirtalittle." Chocolate mumbled rapidly, hoping he didn't interpret what the hell she just said.
Naraku looked over his shoulder, giving the officer a side-ways glance. "...I don't know what planet you fallen from, but this is Earth. Leave some common sense when you donate words, women, what do you think created chaos?"
In next to no time, Officer Chocolate rapidly gripped the collar of his gray 'SPIDER8MAN' shirt through the bars making him gag without delay. She grimaced, bearing her pearly whites.
"Listen here, you fribble portion of besotted diminutive dandruff. I can wring your scrawny neck in an instant," She slammed his torso and head into the bars with her rage, making him bleed instantaneously from collision. "so don't even kid around with me, Onigumo. This ain't kill time." She let go of the leering boy's shirt, and offering the phone through the bars with her other hand.
"You have a call." Chocolate spat when he took the cell from her with an attitude to match his 'pretty' face.
Naraku peeked down at the phone in his hands, drops of his blood dripped onto the phone. The glowing blue screen read his home phone number from within the dark around him. He made a high-and-mighty wave gesture thing to Chocolate, giving her admission to leave. She stood up, her joints cracking from crouching too long.
She bent forward to his abused face, "You got 5 minutes, Onigumo." And with that, she stalked out of the penitentiary's dorm, keeping guard from outside the heavy metal door she barged in from.
Leisurely, Naraku elevated the phone's receiver to his ear and listened as the background of silence overwhelmed his hearing. A soft, even breathing waited patiently over the line. "Hello?" He could almost hear the being shake with tad surprise as the abrupt voice hung in the hush.
"Jesus Christ, Naraku.." The smooth yet smidgen bumpy accent of the being spoke. Naraku leaned back relaxed that it wasn't his father, and visibly was relieved. "Took you long enough to get the phone. It was a bitch to find this private number, if that bizarre lady comes back, tell her it was a prank call."
Naraku lifted a brow delicately in question, "Oh? Tell me, Kanna. How did you discover where I was?" Kanna sneered on the other line, precisely rubbing her right temple from an on-coming headache.
"Lets just say... My back hurts."
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(Now everyone go back, refer to chapter 3, paragraph 11, and line two. Get it now? No? Then you'll just have to wait for an explanation. Later chappies!)
Crossover Characters Used In This Interval:
15 girls in short uniforms (Celestial Slut, Mars, as only two mentioned): Salior Moon
Maze (Male Maze, VERY LECHEROUS.) Maze (The female Maze was not mentioned, but will next chapter.): Maze
Miyu and Grub: Vampire Princess Miyu
Dorothy Wayne Right: The Big O
Chocolate: Sorcerer Hunters
What Is Their Purpose In Cornflakes Jail?
Sailor Scouts: 3 counts on assaulting Nursing Homes with their 'healing powers' repeatedly, shop lifting the 99cent store for perfume and nail varnish, and breathing the homeless people's oxygen.
Maze: Rape
Miyu & Grub: Each committing double-homicide and purging blood from illegal aliens.
Dorothy Wayne Wright: Disturbing the peace with piano playing at early hours of the morning constantly, and Grand Theft Auto
Chocolate: Job with Benefits. Oh yeah, and whips.
So this chapter wasn't very big...
I will do reviews in the next chapter for the last chapter some people reviewed. I'll answer to your review in the next chapter along with (if you even will...) your evaluation of this chapter. Why? I am lazy. But no fear, I will comment next time.
InuYasha's revenge will be put up next time as well if I raise, in any case, another 11 reviews. ^_^ Then I will give the readers what they want.. Except the lemon. Maybe citrus and innuendo, but I'm saving my lemon ideas for a rainy day. Besides, I have blue-lemons to worry about.
^_____^ FUN!
Much appreciation goes to...
loozer-09, ReinaQueen, Nini4 (kksite10@yahoo.com) (anonymous), Ashley, eX Driver Liz, SesshoumaruFanCall911, Maiden of the Moon, tiggermoogle
For reviewing! You probably want to eat me alive for not responding, but you're overwhelming in support! Dunno' where I'd be without you all!
*everyone takes a big inhale of breath*
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW~!!!*quick inhale of breath*!!!!!!!
The wench is gagging milk on my bed for no reason, and my Enter The Matrix game that I blew 20$ on isn't working, and my Post Nasal Drip is fucking up my throat, screwing me out of Halloween (as if I had anything better to do anyways..) my week end was pretty crazy.
In Other News! (You can leave me reviews now then leave if you wish. I'm just going to ramble a bit...):
They have TWO NEW Sims Games!! WOO HOOOOO! Sims Makin' Magic and Sim's Bustin Out (PS2—X Box—GC—GBA ONLY. Totally sucks.)!
For Expansion Pack Lova's:
(Sims Makin' Magic Description)
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Beware! Your Sims can now harness
the supernatural, casting spells with playful or mischievous intentions. With a
new magical, carnival-themed location, over 175 new items, and a host of quirky
new characters, Makin' Magic is the largest Sims Expansion Pack ever. New game
play includes making, gathering, and questing for ingredients to brew magic
spell recipes. Get help around the house from magical minions, turn pesky
neighbors into toads, or make that hard-to-get Sim fall in love with you. But
watch out, spells can backfire if you're not careful. Either way, the
neighborhood will never be the same.
I can't wait! ^_^ I brake for Sims.
I can so kill Kikyo with Magic now...! *gasps slightly with her eyes wide*
S'cuse me!
*runs into her closet in a blur and screams at the top of her lungs in merriment*
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I took the High school Test thing for the Sheridan Christian School. You have to pay 35$ to take the damn test, and they leave you in a freezer (or what they called the 'revision room') to do math problems, and then die. No wait, scratch that. They get you to fill out a form of personal info (weight, height, criminal record, etc.) then make you do math problems, then you die.
In some questions they even asked things like:
"Do you prefer being alone or with large herds of people?"
What I would have said: You mean with all the other cows?
What I really said: I prefer being alone, thanks.
"Do you consider yourself a Christian? Why?"
What I would have said: I come from the depths of Hell in hopes to wreck havoc among you silly little bite size-morsels that formally title yourselves 'humans'. My master assigns me to destroy all matters of life starting from this school. Why? Your wallpaper resembles the color of something that came out of my ass this morning. Religion is not my bag, baby.
What I really said: Yes, I believe in God the Father, Almighty Maker of Heaven and Earth. He creates the Bible and in the Word, I follow his path into self-righteousness. He is my everything; my true way of life. Without Him and His Holy Word, I would be drowned in my sins. Lost forever in a void of nothingness or in a place the pinnacle of misery. Even though He forgives me my debts, I know I do not deserve Heaven. For this, I am eternally grateful that He has given me this chance.
Then there was, "What are your favorite hobbies? Why?"
What I would have said: What? Are you going to hold it against me?
What I said: The Arts! Martial Arts, Drawing JapAnime, etc. etc. Music etc. etc. guns etc. etc...
It was weird.
I felt unwelcome.
Not only that... But when I walked into the corridors and into the main hall, I felt like Alice in Wonderland. The doors were so small that the knobs looked like if they were lowered anymore, they'd touch the floor. I mean, c'mon! You might as well have a damn dog flap for walking through. Then you'd say dumb things like: "Don't trip on your way out!" "Get out of my class doggie-style!"
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Well.. I hope I passed...
Really! I wish I did..
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Math sucks.
Good night! ^_^
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Love from La La Land,
Hirari the 9th Goddess Of Maple Syrup
