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 14, 2011

OKAY, SO LIKE,

SO LIKE, I WAS LIKE, illegally downloading music and shizz, when there's a sudden black out.
:T I don't know why, it's like, 60 degrees outside with no weather problems whatsoever.
I think I'll wear my cheap kimono to school tomorrow. 
BUT STILL. A BLACKOUT.
e_e I've gotten way too dependent on technology, to the point where I nearly died after 5 minutes. Metaphorically, obviously.


UGGHGGHGGHGHGHGHGHH.
I'm at the point in my life where everyone is asking,
" :D WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE, MAKAYLA?"
Makayla is my name, fools.
And I simply respond,
"D: HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW."
And they say,
"YOU SHOULD LIEK, TTLY BE A POLITICIAN."


....
If you have ever. EVER. Seen me talk about something... something like cheese cake, you will understand why I could never be a politician or a ruler of anything.


A possible scenario:


Some village idiot: MAKAYLA. THERE'S A FOOD SHORTAGE IN [insert town name here].
Me:   :T WELL DAMN. LET'S PULL A STALIN AND PUT `EM IN FARMS.


For some reason, I've been using the face ":T" all day long.


EVERYONE DOES THIS SO:
MY PICO PERSON OF THE DAY(PROBABLY FOREVER.) IS ALICE SHOU BECAUSE SHE HAPPENED TO BE IN THE ROOM WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS.
CLEARLY, SHE LIKES FLOWERS. AND BLUE.

I hope you see why I call those sweaters "Rejection Shirts."

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