Did I mention I tried to organize my laptop by removing unnecessary programs and ended up uninstalling my audio system and whatever was required to view videos on youtube?

Yeh.  Never let me help you with technology.


But I finally downloaded Firefox.

Aren't you proud of me, seen_betterdays?



nerddance

My little brother tried to flirt with me the other day.  He's 7.  I'm 17.  He's missing his two front teeth.

Sorry Lil Bro, you're cute but... incest is only cool in manga and dramas.


I tried to hide in the bathroom.  I needed to "shower" I called it.  He put on his fake cute voice and asked if he could come in too.




I can't believe... he thinks... I'M ATTRACTIVE. :D

nerddance




P.S. Whenever anyone mentions "spinach ravioli" a shiver of pleasure rolls down my spine.



P.P.S. Haha I said pee pee. And I owe J&J&J a restaurant.  The consequences of being a beloved free-loader.





P.P.P.S. Boys only say sweet things when no one's around.  And if they really really feel like it.









P.P.P.P.S. There is such thing as bewitching female porn.
http://www.soompi.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=164196

Dear 2009,



I can't actually say I started off fresh for you.  I haven't showered yet today.  And perhaps I don't plan to.  Eh, maybe tomorrow.

But I discovered an enchanted place today.  Yup.  You heard me.  ENCHANTED.

In all my preparations, I would like to say everything went terribly, horribly wrong.  I did not plan to not see my boyfriend today.  I also did not plan to run into a couple of very scary invisible hobos under the bridge on Capitol Expressway today either.  (I'm not kidding about them being invisible, ladies and gents.  They matched the background so well, I was sure Kitty was crazy when she whispered in a hushed voice that we were not alone under that enchanted bridge.  It took me no less than 5 minutes to realize that there were indeed people quietly and dare I say pervertedly watching three 17-year-olds camwhore with an old umbrella under an enchanted bridge by a magical polluted stream.  Ol' Vicster, our deaf friend, never got to see the scary silhouettes of those scheming hobos.  But, noticing Kitty and I were acting strange and making retardedly shocked expressions, Vicster ran straight out from under that bridge screaming "DRAGGGOONNN."  Poor soul mistook the rumbling of cars overhead for a fire-breathing beast.) 

So after we escaped the terrible invisible hobos and their imaginary wrath at our intrusion on their private property, Kitty, Vicster, and I skipped off to see the Wizard of Oz.  We had a theme song too.  Smashmouth's "Allstar."  And our ending theme song was "What I Like About You." 

It was all pretty magical.  Especially the pancake balls from Denny's.  Panballs?  Ballcakes?  I hate pancakes.  And fried stuff.  Definitely magical.

So the ultimate omelet and cakeballs from a pan were starting to digest as the three seniors skipped down the muddy cement-crusted road by the golf-course where old ladies took about 17 minutes staring at their Golf T before they set the ball down.  And all the while the three friends had high hopes of meeting this Dark Magician who could give Vicster some working ears, Kitty a belt (that girl had a lot of issues with her exposed butt-crack), and I a pair of eyes that adjusts to better see invisible hobos.

Did I mention we had a thing for getting sidetracked?  The Wicked Bitch of the West didn't even have to do much to stop us from easily finding the Blue Eyes White Dragon.  I-I mean Dark Magician.  Anything that looked slightly muddy, wet, and appealing would call us off the path and into the magical world of Kodak Moments.  We camwhored like bitches.  Which is cambitchin.  After the first stop my shoes were completely soaked and I could feel the thick mud seeping through my socks.  Very magical indeed.

So this is where we get to the ENCHANTED part.  On one of our little detours, (sorry if I keep switching between third person and first, I've been told I have this problem often when I ask about hypothetical situations) had this stream that flowed ever-so polluted past the golf-course, and we thought "HOT DAMN this is it. THISIT." (You know, the section of Macy's in the basement of Valleyfair.)  Well, Vicster, oh, the bravest and mightiest of us all, climbed down to the very unstable-looking branch and declared it our camwhoringbitching spot.  Kitty followed suit and I, after thinking through this with my very mighty brain, said, "Hey. That's dangerous." And I snapped a picture of the 2 morons on the rickety log.  I snapped several pictures actually.  Some damn good pictures too if I do say so myself.  And then when we got tired of having me take the pictures, we hung the camera on a branch and set on the timer.  MAN you should have seen Kitty struggle to jump back on the dangerous log in time for the shot.  Her ass-crack was in full view for the world.  I got a picture of that too.  Beautiful. 

What was I trying to tell you?  Oh yeh.  ENCHANTING.  The enchanting part was, in the most philosophical way, the world seen through the lens.  Pft.  PUHUH HUH!  CHEESY HUH? YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT NOW DID YA? Haha yeh well the pictures did turn out pretty magical.  I'd show you but then I'd have to kiss you.  I mean kill you.  But kissing just sounds so much more... sexy. 

Okay well that's all for now. Later nubbs.


Love,
nerddance