Playing Favorites

Even though I am third on Heather's list I'll do my thang.
-Little girls (how did you know Heather, how did you know...) It isn't in a gross sexual way. I just want to hold one and keep one and call it in my own.
-Piebald
-Tropical Flavored Starbursts
-Apple Juice
-Talking to females I care about
-Talking to females that don't gross me out
-Ben Boatright
-Asians male or female
-Philosophy
-A good RPG

Attack of the Killer Robot!

Yesterday Court and I ventured to the Walmart because I was out of apple juice and poptarts. While there Court was almost arrested by a cop because she was trying to steal it a CD (I don't know how I screwed that up). Kids these days. Luckily the cop used to work for the Springfield Public Schools and Court had a Kickapoo shirt on. He let her go with a warning. Actually, she didn't try to steal it she just tried to leave the electronics center without paying for it. Who knew you couldn't do that? Then I went and got my apple juice. I got two bottle this time because I suck that stuff down. Plus, they are only 97 cents for 64 ounces. (why is oz. ounces??) I also got my poptarts. We wandered around a little bit and Court wanted to buy me a shirt because I bought one online that had a stenciled dinosaur on it. It's sweet. I wanted it for my birthday but didn't get it until last weekend. Anyway, Court was inspired by the shirt and wanted to do it too. Whilst we were in the tshirt isle I got bored carrying my bottles of apple juice so I put them up on my shoulders. Doing so made me feel like a robot with rocket launchers. So I preceded to fire rockets at Courtney. Only stopping to turn the apple juice around into a machine gun. Courtney darts off and pretends to not know me so I make louder noises. Then I locked on with my long range missiles and fire. I became the missile and chased her. She didn't put up much of a chase so I ran into her. Was a fun evening for me. Court didn't like it. What Court thinks doesn't matter.
It is 4:30 and Courtney is hungry. She is so weird. I have to go eat with her.

Proof of my Awesomeness

I am 63% logical.
I speak 65% general english language.
I will die when I am 85.
I am 45% normal.
I'm schizotypal.
I am 14 years old.
I'm 40% male 60% female.
I am a naturally styled seducer.
My Penis' name is Darth Vader.
You can refer to my breasts as love muffins.
If I had a vagina it would be named Miss Pussy.
And my stripper alias would be Candi.

Feels like I'm in Cairo.

Once again my blogging duties can be postponed no more. The public demands a show and the show must go on.
Something new... something new... uh... well, I'm a few days older than I was the last time I posted. I got an A on an English paper because I'm just that awesome. I am beta testing Piebald's new website. Yesterday the website designer told me I was so amazing that he was going to let me be the first person to hear Piebald's new demo. It was amazing but needs to be mixed. Oh well, the fact that it was new Piebald was heart melting enough.
My allergies have been killing me and I've become immune to medicine. I've run out of Sudafed, Advil Cold and Sinus didn't do anything for me and Court's perscription worked once but has been unsuccessful since. I've died daily the past couple of days. I guess I'll just have to stay inside all the time.
I went running with the Court last night. It was fun. I hadn't gone running in forever. I kicked Court's butt, she blames it on the fact that she had been running earlier. I know it is because I am better than her at everything. EVERYTHING.
Time for class.
Peace out Nigros.

1:43 the curse never fails

i had a post earlier. it died. my computer died. i had nothing to say anyway. it was probably for the better. i got a job. i'm going to serve ice cream. i had a happy birthday. it was on the fourth. other stuff happened but i no longer remember. surprise, surprise. i think it might be bed time now. enjoy.

If I have to.

I'm posting because Courtney told me to. I don't really have anything to say. No one reads my blog. It isn't any fun. I don't know why you are reading this now. Just leave, don't try and make me feel important because I'm not. Neither are you.
I need to quit eating candy. I need to quit creating stupid arguements. I need to learn how to remember stuff. I need to print a paper but I have no printer. I need to go to the bathroom. I don't need to go to the bathroom anymore. I think that's all i need.
I got a job. I'm going to make ice cream for people and sing to them. I can't sing. I can't make ice cream. I can't blog.

Clive and Violet sitting in a tree

Court now calls me Clive and I her Violet. There is no reasoning behind it. Maybe it is because we aren't saticfied with eachother and have to pretend the other is someone else. Or maybe thats just me... just kiddin' Court.
I don't really have anything else to talk about. I've got to register classes tomorrow. It would be nice to get there early to ensure classage. This is not possible however. Stupid Psycho is having a test I can't get out of. Plus, I don't have the thing signed by my advisor. I do have the classes picked out though. I'm taking Piano I, Intro to Computer Science, Moral life, Mythology and Civilization, Electronic resource and comunication, and principles of financial accounting.
I also need to finish a paper that is due Thursday. After that I'm home free for my spring break woo, party in cancun!!
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You might as well go read Heather's post now, unless you already have (we were writing them at the same time). If you already have that sucks for you. I don't want to go to bed. I want to be enveloped by happy heart-warming things, like music. I don't think I have any exciting news.