Post Sixty.

So, I'm sitting next to Jessica. Its early and we're waiting for everyone to show up for the meeting this morning.

Pete's mustache smells like dog, but it's hella sexy and bitchin'. WURD. I'm so jealous and so is Jessica.

I wish I was in pajamas right now. Like Nicole. Lucky bitch.

Pete's talking bout oranges. Fucking Mexican. Now I want oranges. GDI.

End post.

(NOTE: Had to copy and paste from Jessica's later on because the computer I was using wouldn't submit post. Q.Q)

Post Fifty-Nine.

I've been slacking on posts. Hell, I've been slacking on everything online.

I'll have to message me mum back on myspace... She messaged me ages ago and I just can't be arsed to write up a message. I've actually got a whole bunch that I need to respond to. I read them all... just don't write back. Yeah, yeah... I know: Lazy.

I think I'm going to start making me a pitcher of green tea. Because, I mean... we're not using the kool-aid pitcher anymore. So, mmm... green tea.

I love toasted bagels. I don't mean warmed up ones in the toaster. I mean toasted ones in the toaster. Q.Q So delicious. I like toasted things in general, honestly. Not when people are toasted... or baked... though. Drugs just... to each his own, I suppose.

I'm enjoying taking Art II already.

Post Fifty-Eight.

It's crazy how we become so different in such a short time.



"Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, no birth, identity, form--no object of the world, nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;...the body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires,...shall duly flame again."
— Walt Whitman

Post Fifty-Seven.

Fallacies of Logic Skit

Jennifer is driving and gets pulled over with Lily and Megan with her.

Brookesany: License and registration ma’am.

Jennifer: It’s under all these bibles, hold on.

Lily and Megan: Yeah

Jennifer, Lily, and Megan search through the car, pulling out many bibles, among other random artifacts within the car.

Brookesany: I really need that license and registration ma’am.

Jennifer: Why?

Brookesany: Did you see how fast you were going?

Jennifer: I know how fast I was going, but did you see the guy in front of me? He was going way faster and he was all jamming out to his loud music. It looked like he was going to a party. Do you know what’s at parties? Chicks and booze. Do you know what happens with chicks and booze? I know. Do you know? I don’t know, do you know? You know. (Jennifer continues to ramble. . .)

Brookesany: Ma’am, just forget it. You can go.

Post Fifty-Six.

Fuck bitches.
Get money.


You'll remember me when I'm dead.
You'll remember me when I move away.

'Cos son, there's no way you'll forget a kid like me.

New Year's was a blast. DDR and Pictionary for hours on end. Not a better way to go, methinks. Well, could've been a bit better. But, that's besides the point. I had a blast.

There were no jackals. There wasn't a fisting. And that gun was definitely not a penis. Neither was that squigly blob... don't ask.

<3

Post Fifty-Five.

Holidays are full of surprises.
'Specially from my relatives.
I could have gone my whole life not knowing things I found out.

Post Fifty-Four.

I love how I can say that everything is alright and they'll surely buy it.

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Guess I'm harder to read after all.

Happy Fucking Holidays
Yours truly,
Mischief Crew

Post Fifty-Three.

lolsurvey;;


FACT: About the person you fell hardest for?
Uber dork.<3


HAVE YOU: Learned something new this week?​
Probs.

LAST:​ Person in your bed?
Me.

THE LAST: Food you ate?
Cheese sammich.

WHERE: Did you last go?
School.


ARE YOU: Excited about anything today?
Eh, not really.


SOMETHING:You do when you are mad or upset?​
Write. Fume. Sulk. /sad panda.


DO YOU: Delete people off of myspace?​
Nah, too lazy.


FAVORITE Drink?
Apple juice, coffee.


WHO WAS: The last person you talked to last night before bed?
Andrew/Devin.


DO YOU: Miss someone?​
A few people. Mummy, Chad, Andrew, etc.


DO YOU USE: An alarm clock?​
When my dad goes in early.


ARE YOU: Social or antisocial person?​
Pretty social.


DO YOU TRUST:Anyone?​
Yeah.


WHAT WERE YOU DOING: At 5 in the morning?​
Sleeping.


WHAT: Is the last thing you got in trouble for with your parents?
Probs not telling where I was going.

ON AVERAGE:What do you think you cry the most about?​
Yelling and fighting.


WHAT:Are you listening to?
My computer.


DO: You have any plans for tomorrow?​
School, maybe.


HAVE YOU: Ever kissed anyone who's name started with a C or J?
Um... -think- I prolly kissed Joe on the cheek.

DO YOU BELIE​VE:​ That if you want somet​hing bad enoug​h you'​ll get it?
No, it's whether or not you go for it.


HAS ANYON​E:​ Told you latel​y that they would​ alway​s be there​ for you?
Wouldn't you like to know?

WHAT WAS: The last thing you did before you went to bed last night?​
IMed Andrew.


IS THIS: Year the best year of your life?​
Could be, ya never know.


SOMETHING: You're looking forward to this month:​
This weekend. :]


HAVE YOU: Ever been to an art museum?​
Yep.


LAST PERSON: You hugged?​
Hunter.


WHAT'S MOST:Stressful right now?
Stats... or the fact I did awful on PSATs.


DID YOU: Get a full 8 hours of sleep last night?​
Far from.


DO YOU: Still talk to the person you fell hardest for?
Mmhmm.

HAVE YOU: Ever held hands with anyone?​
Yep. :]

HAVE YOU: Trespassed?​
Probs.

ARE YOU: In a good mood today?​
Defo.


ARE YOU: Currently frustrated with a boy or girl?​
Nah, trick.

HAVE YOU: Ever wanted someone you couldn't have?​
I'm sure I have.


WHAT IS: The last thing you thought deeply about?​
Secret.

Post Fifty-Two.

Snow... snow. It's so cold.
I finally get an excuse to wear my bomber hat. It's uber sexy.
Rawr and all that jazz.

This is my future cat... it doesn't know it yet.


It will be mine. Or one similar.