Bad thing: Break is over tomorrow. And I have a doctor’s appointment in Morgantown right after school. Yay. (Damned epilepsy.)
And due to some things my mom said, I have a feeling tomorrow is going to suck, very badly. Joy.
Not looking forward to that, and getting rather panicky.
At least there was another good thing about today – it produced some awesome quotes. XD
((We were looking at silly pics of various J-rockers…))
Christine: from the people that brought you gackt-in-a-box.....hide-is-a-bucket!
Christine: in. yes. hide is not a bucket.
Christine: as far as we know.
Christine: he's a quirky one, but i'm fairly certain he was never a bucket.
Me: You never know about the mysterious bucket men, sis. o_O;
Christine: this is true.
((After I’d told him about the above incident..))
Sparkles: ...wait, hide's the dead one, right?
Me: ...dead men are buckets?
Sparkles: HIDE WAS REBORN AS A BUCKET!
Sparkles: but some are REINCARNATED as them.
Me: ....Spaz, I'm eating, don't make me choke here. XDDDD
Sparkles: ...Jacey, the things you eat aren't SUBSTANSIAL enough to choke on.
Me: You can choke on fat-free saltines and carrots!
Sparkles: ...carrots, yes
Sparkles: not saltines.
Sparkles: unless you ate them whole, which would be stupid.
Me: ...speaking of.
Me: A while back, there was a huge bet going around the school - whoever could stuff like six saltines into their mouth and eat them in a minute got money.
Me: And no one could.
Me: And btw, it was disgusting.
Me: ...and some of my friends had to try it.
Sparkles: I bet I could
Sparkles: I've a big mouth
Me: You can't...they turn to paste and you can't swallow it.
Sparkles: well I know what happens to wet chewed saltines
Sparkles: but I could
Me: NO ONE at ND could.
Sparkles: how much you wanna bet I can't?
Me: I knew you were spastic, but I thought you had more sense than the average NDer. o_o
Sparkles: nope. not COMMON sense, anyway.
Sparkles: so how much? 20 bucks?
Me: I'm not betting anything...I think it's retarded lol.
Me: And Andy couldn't do it...and yeah he's got a big mouth.
Sparkles: fine. brb.
Sparkles: and back
Sparkles: and I did it.
Me: You stuffed all six into your mouth at once and ate them in a minute?
Sparkles: I thought it was five
Sparkles: shut up.
Sparkles: that's my butt-monkey spaz?
Me: big mouthed.
Sparkles: you realize that that was total BS and I didn't even leave my chair, right?
Me: ...you can't even fake it right...good job.
Me: *tacklehugs and ruffles your hair*
((…gotta love Lindsey.))
Me: brb real quick.
Me: I NEED ICE CREAM O_O
Lindsey: k lol tlks 2 piece of lint while ur gone lol
Lindsey: I myself am eating cheese!!!!
Lindsey: wb LENT SAYS: HI! and asks SUUUUUUP!? lol
Me: ...a religious occasion says hello? I'm honoured.
Lindsey: hes ises
Lindsey: i no
Me: hes ises. you no. I see.
Lindsey: fuck u
And then…the CONSPIRACY.
Me: finally found the year Gackt was born.
Me: (He says he's six hundred, btw.)
Me: (and he might very well really think he is.)
Me: He's almost 33, according to this.
Me: He was born on July 4th...
Me: And a Jason Mraz song talks about being born on the 4th of July...
Me: Connecting the Gacktluff and Mrazlust. o_o
Me: IT'S A SIGN.
Me: (Of WHAT, I don't know, BUT DAMMIT IT'S A SIGN.)
Mat: Mraz IS Gackt!!!!
Me: Now, Gackt is weird.
Me: But I don't think he lays in the road with chickens.
Mat: he says he's 600 and kisses other men as a mark of trust
Mat: chickens aren't tht far off, lol
Me: Well, the kissing men thing isn't weird. Cultural norms are different in Japan - it's not like it is here. But yeah. He's not quite sane.
Mat: not quite?
Mat: i'd say very insane
Mat: but then, i'm anti-Gackt:-P
Me: ...well I'd say that too, and I'm clearly not.
Me: BUT HE'S FRICKING HOT, DAMMIT. AND DEAR KIWIS CAN HE SING. @_______________________@
Me: Damn. I mean, he'd be sexy even if he DIDN'T look like that, 'cause of that VOICE.
Me: *sings along to that Jason Mraz song, which she is now listening to* "You were born of the Fourth of July, freedom rings, but something on the surface it stings, I said something on the surface well it kinda makes me nervous, we say that you deserve this and what kinda god would serve this, we will cure this dirty old disease..."
Me: *bursts into matchbox's song Disease*
Me: (Either this is a sexy conspiracy or I'm a retard.)
It’s the sexy conspiracy, yo. XP