Furniture

I’m sitting at my desk, next to this weird metal shelving thing that has these little platforms attached to it which can swing out, because they’re connected by these metal joints. So I was stretching and I reached my arm out and back in and then one of those platforms came and hit me in the nose. :T

Wah wah wah

I’m not taken seriously.

That might be quite hard NOT to believe, if you’re a reader of this journal. Online, although I’m not a total FYAD AMBASSADOR, I post some *silly!* stuff and troll around some *stupid!* messageboards. So right. Online, ha ha mood hilarity.

A majority of you don’t really know me offline, though, to actually see the reason people enjoy being around me. Or, at least, I’d like to think they do. I’ve been told that I’m quite the cool kid in the real world, no matter how much I enjoy pissing everyone off on the INTERNET!!! internet

But still… it might be because I’m the big ol’ straight white rich kid at Porter, but my circle of friends here, although they do see me goofing around now and then, don’t really ever seem to feel like including me in anything. Actually, a lot of people here are my friends, but I’m not really THEIR friends. Know what I mean?

This really goes along with that girl that I tried asking out earlier this quarter. She’s always searching for a boyfriend, she’s always posting in her journal (of course, poetically and all that shit) how she wishes she could find someone! etc. etc. etc., but of course, when I come up and say “HEY LETS GO OUT” it’s like ha ha you? But you’re the jester!

I feel sometimes as if some people feel ashamed that they hang out with me (or I hang out with them). Maybe this is a feeling that everyone gets, and of course, there’s ALWAYS the chance that it’s just my bloated ego talking, but I really don’t think I get enough recognition by those who are around me on a daily basis.

Granted, I said “AROUND ME ON A DAILY BASIS.” I don’t need any e-friends to back me up on this, because you, of course, have no idea.

done

YES

I totally fucking ACED my last final, the one I was dreading, the one that will probably determine whether I pay for this entire quarter or not. It was freaking MULTIPLE CHOICE.

YES I AM DONE WITH THIS QUARTER, YES. I AM GOING TO THE BOARDWALK TO SPEND A LOT OF MONEY. YES

Oh, it’s Hanukkah, and I’m a Jew? Cool. Can’t wait for Christmas when I get some cool presents, though.

Hooray Saku

Saku is being totally awesome! She’s making holiday drawings for all of her friends – I’ve never seen her so productive and focused, it’s cool.

And she’s also letting me play Skies of Arcadia whenever. Lucky Dreamcast owner.

Oh and she sprays the room with expensive perfume and it smells grood!

Hooray!

I’m going to bed!

Finals start tomorrow!

Goodnight!

Internet Language Update

There are NO EXCEPTIONS to this one, not at ALL. NONE.

If you have ever roleplayed on a non-RP forum, using lines such as:

*pokes [someone] with [something] of [antonym of “life”]*
*runs*
*is a fucking retard*

Yes, this IS called roleplaying, and yes, you ARE a total LOSER and should LEAVE THE INTERNET FOREVER.

FOREVER, COMPLETELY.