Wishing that herons were truely possessed

I've had it for a week, and I still haven't watched my shiny Lion King DVD. *snerk* I love that film.

Rabu~ Today is iceskating.

I'm disturbed that the misheard lyrics to Final Fantasy - ROBOVoice amuses more than the song itself.


( I only buy games that are pop-u-lar. )

But seriously. Misheard song lyrics have me in hysterics. There's a few I've misheard like they ahve, but some... xDD

I'm just faar too giggly.

( Reviews. )

Letters. Again.

Dear bitch computer. Please have reached the elusive halfway point before I return tonight. Otherwise I will yell.
[ Edit: Now try for 75%. ]
Your owner.

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Fear Dear self. Try not to screw things up today, ok?
You.

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Dear Ryan. I loved the Christmas card. Thanks.
Sarri

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Winamp, stop playing the pepper spray song. NOW.
Me

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Dear self. Get over the Full Moon obsession quickly.
You

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Dear parents. Please don't bitch about me when you know I have very good hearing. And go already.
Your daughter

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Winamp, not that song either.

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Dear room black hole. Where is my sock?
Your occupant.

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Dear person whose name shall not mentioned but who doesn't read this. Get over it please.
That crazy girl.

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Dear everyone else. Enjoy your day. ^_^

(no subject)

*wears Miiol's stripy sock*

Yes, singular. *is wearing odd knee-high socks*

And I have no idea why I'm wearing black nail polish, bar the fact it was the first colour I saw.

(no subject)

Dear self. Congratulations. You've well and truely fucked things up again.

(no subject)

You might see me online next weekend if I'm lucky, probably not. I'll be able to check my e-mails and the like from school.



Part of me is thinking this would be a good point to just leave my journals.