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.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EL88a0jP6ZE

I was thinking about having other people post on this blog so that I don't feel like a narcissistic bitch, but then I realized.
I'd probably re-edit their posts enough to the point that I practically wrote it anyway.


GETTING AWAY FROM PICO STUFF EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT OTHERWISE..
So today (and tomorrow.), I had to take a lovely test known as the California High School Exit Exam, or CAHSEE for short. (I don't know if it's pronounced like Casey or.. ..Cah-see. ....I think the second option makes more sense.)


In a basic sense, I simply sat a desk surrounded by retarded people, answering questions that could only be described as insulting, for about 5 out of my 6 classes. I went there at 7 am. And got out  around 2:45 pm, while still going to my sixth period, that starts at 1:50. So I literally just sat in a gym taking a test (that took me about an hour and a half altogether) for 6 hours and fifty minutes.


Take a guess at what I did for the remaining 5 hours and 20 minutes?
Have a look.
(They don't go side-by-side if I don't make the thumbnail smaller.)
People were staring at me in awe (LIES.) whiles I drew this fantabulous crap.


I apologize for my lethargy, but I was running low (still am.) on pencil lead.
In the midst, I apparently managed to personify a character from this book I'm reading, draw Marth, Link, and Pit, and create an OC that is somehow a drag queen, gay, emo, wears a flower on his head, and is somehow given a manly name like Lawrence.
Oh. And myself being irritated by boredom.
Heh.


...Uh, other than my irritation at this completely unnecessary test, there really isn't much to talk about. ...Uh.


...Someone give me something to do.
OOH. I'M GONNA FIND A BETTER LAYOUT WHERE THE TEXT ISNT ALL SMALL SO THAT I HAVE TO SQUINT MY EYES AND THEN PEOPLE ASK ME, "Do you need glasses?" AND I REPLY, "No, I'm just half asian."
The other half is black. NIGGUH.
Bwahaha.


And so, if you ask me to post on this random crap of a blog, I'll most likely say yes so I don't have to do it. And so on and so forth.

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