To you.

In a virtual world that consists of nothing but purchasing, impressing, and conversing with others, I am a lovely outcast.
In this nonsense blog, I'll apparently be whining and complaining over aspects of Ameba Pico, and occasionally, everyday life, in the words of a schizophrenic, delusional fifteen-year-old cross-dresser living in America.
I'm not promising to be bubbly and happy about anything, because I'm not.
In all honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Hi, I'm Hope. It's nice to meet you.

And also, since I said this in a post way back before anything, the names of the posts are just whatever happened to be there when I pressed Ctrl+V.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

*This has nothing to do with Ameba Pico.

You know, I was watching Alice in Wonderland, and how she kept growing and shrinking with (excuse my spelling) Upelkuchen and that other thing, and I couldn't help but think.

Man, Alice must have some massive stretch marks.
And please, if you're like my sister, stop comparing this movie to the super smiley everyone lives like some damn princess in a fairy castle Disney version. There was in fact a book on this, you know.

I like using italics.
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