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.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Errr.

So, seeing as how I'm currently unable to sign onto Pico on all of my accounts (Can you hear me screaming in agony?), I've been forced to do nothing but homework.

Well. I actually have a lovely game of Final Fantasy IX waiting for me (why does Zidane have a tail again?), but I'd actually rather draw descriptive pictures showing the bloodshed and the confusement of World War II.
(Confusement is a word? I doubt it, but my Firefox says it is.)

The greatest thing about learning about World War II in class?
                   My teacher is basically giving me a free pass to draw Hetalia and get an A for it.

@.@ I'm actually procrastinating on Pre-Calculus studying since my group test (moshpit test.) is tomorrow.

WHO KNOWS WHAT THE FUTURE WILL HOLD. HOPEFULLY, MY FUTURE WILL HOLD AN A ON THIS TEST. AND SOMETHING HIGHER THAN A C IN CHEMISTRY.

Aaah, I'm such a fabulous student.

Oh. I guess I feel the need to talk about some awkward moment that happened to me today in every blog post.

My friend (who is an exchange student from China, so he doesn't speak English well.) walks with me halfway to my house. So I'm asking him about his classes. And he asks me, "So when was your last period?" And I, being the idiot that I am, simply replied, "Oh, about a month ago."
He didn't get it.

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