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

I am so lame.

So that whole Pico Valentine's Day contest thing. Bleh Bleh Bleh.
Since I am pretty antisocial and can't really order people to actually do anything for me, I gathered up two of my other picos and decided to make a photo. It somehow came out like this:
Cute, eh?
...No, not really.

o_o The whole point was that quite often in the past few days, I have worn one of these retarded sweaters and often gave noobs the wrong impression. And I had this idea the second I saw the contest. I wanted myself to be more "actively whining" but at least I kind of look like I'm crying.
IF YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND, THAT SECOND ONE IS A GIRL. ..I should've made her wear like, a dress or something. I'm now realizing how gay this looks. Huh.
But what I think was the best part out of this, was not the fact that I'm definitely not going to win anything whatsoever, but what happened during the half an hour I was trying to take this picture.
First thing, I was met with my adorable friend, who is made out of candy. ... ...Her name is Mint. HURHURHUR.
o_o But I think she understood that I was there for a reason since I never leave the high school room ever, and left not much after.
And then some Indonesian girl that couldn't speak English decided to come up to Risotto (The one on the right. Leave it to me to name my Picos after food. Sekihan means red rice, by the way.) and then she said typical Indonesian words that I can't understand, but ultimately ended with "dork".
:< I do not like being insulted over the internet. So I decided to, as my sister would put it, "Rip Her a New One." A new what, that's up to your imagination.
o_o I was worried that because Sayo is black, that it wouldn't show up on her skin tone when she blushed. BUT IT DID. And then the heart face paint ruined it, and by this time, I just thought, "Screw it!" and left it there. ;_; Risotto was cuter, but I wanted him to have those.. eyes. Those eyes that I usually associate with Kayden. And yeah, it could've came out so much better, and those retarded sweaters will always be a sign of rejection to me from this point on.

For some reason, my pico looks fat here. My sister thinks I'm writing a novel here.

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