I have 30 emails more than that bastard does. THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Now I have to read them all. WOOHOOOO
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Day 80: You guys are so cheesing awesome.
Seriously. I love you all so much. <3
I have 30 emails more than that bastard does. THANK YOU SO MUCH.not like most of them were just me listening in on a conversation between Bean and Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing or anything
Now I have to read them all. WOOHOOOO
I have 30 emails more than that bastard does. THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Now I have to read them all. WOOHOOOO
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Day 79: Rambling is awesome
Warning: huge wall of text coming. xD You really should read it though. Girl With A Really Long Braid wrote this for me. HOW KIND! x3 I'm off to the lake now, so no blog posts for like... two weeks. Feel free to check out http://gentleoceanmichuru.deviantart.com/journal/42523512/ if you're wondering why two weeks. You really only need to read the first part. :3 EMail me lots! I LOVE COMING HOME TO PILES OF EMAILS! It makes me feel loved. :'D Also, my loser of a bro, Tummy, gets one email every day from I Can Haz Cheezburger and I realllly want more emails than him. He already has two. HELP ME DEFEAT MY BROTHER IN POPULARITY! Even though his only 'popularity' comes from a website that automatically sends him emails. Colombian Rice Eater, your hatred for Tummy, should outshine even your desire to make me feel alone and unloved, am I right?
I'm sitting in front of my computer. I have a guest entry for my friend's blog I need to finish soon and I'm drawing a blank. I've thought about all the thing in my life that bring me joy or can at least make me focus long enough. Then, like an epiphany I never imagined I could have I thought of what I could write about.
Pure, unconnected ramblings.
I need to start somewhere so I'll start with the basics. A self introduction. Now a warning before I get any further, I have no idea what'll happen at the end of this entry. If you find yourself confused, it's fine. If you understand every word of this and have followed it all the way to the end. There's something wrong with and I think I'll take a few cautious steps away from you.
I am, without a doubt, just an mildly ordinary person. I'm the type of person that if we've only met once and haven't seen each other in a few days, you'll probably forget. Well mostly. I may remember your face and say hello to you or give you a nod as I pass you. You'll probably smile cautiously, you might even say hello if you're that type of person. But you'll be squinting your eyes at me as if by bluring my face you'll remember me better. You might have a vague sense of knowing me, but unable to place exactly how you know me. I've had this happen to me a few times, with the exception of this one girl who came to bring my family and I our ice cream treats at the Dairy Queen, the girl who insisted she knew me from her sister's soccer team. I haven't been on a soccer team for years, and in another province at that! Yet somehow this girl was smiling away and somehow knew my name. I was (naturally) slightly disturbed at the fact that there might be a person running around my city looking like me. I wonder if she likes the same things as I do, like One Piece or writing or scaring my dog with the vaccum cleaner (yes I'm a terrible person, moving on now!). I wonder if she has the same skills as me like writing or staring at the sky and knowing exactly what time it is. Whoever she may or may not be, I sincerly hope she's the good version of us. Because if I myself am as bad as I could be, well, I'm both relieved and disappointed. I am the rare person who likes the way they look. I eat what I want, wear what I want and can look in the mirror and all I can think of how nice it would be to take a bar of soap and write nonsense all over it. Especially since it's my sister's job to clean the mirrors and glass. (Note: I have done so before and I hide in my room, right up against the door she was trying to break down as she screamed at me to come clean up my mess and other less than nice sentences.)
I like my name because, it's kinda badass the way I got it. I'm not named after relatives or fictional characters my parents worshipped (as I consider naming my children, if I have any). No, my mother named me simply because her dreams told her to. She was in the hospital, still unsure of what to name me. When she fell asleep that night she had a dream, she saw her mother (my grandmother, no dur) sitting in a chair holding a baby. She looked up at my mother and asked if she wanted to see her newborn baby daugher, *insert my name here*. Now, I can't tell what caused this dream, maybe it was fate, maybe it was some kind of meds the doctors were giving her. But sure enough, I can't help but feel a little more awesome knowing my name has some cool back story. I feel even more awesome knowing my sister was given her name simply for reasons my dad can't remember, though he's pretty sure it's because he thought it sounded nice. I have another sibling, a little brother who will now and forever be refered to as "Minion". A nickname he has accepted and responds to. I've heard one of his friends has started calling her little brother "Minion", I feel very proud of myself. Minion and I get along pretty well. I'm not sure if it's because I'm several years older than him but somehow or another I can hang around him a little longer than my sister. Who is the type of person who worries what others think of her and can get downright nasty if I bother her (which I do, what can I say? I can't help it!). I once got into an arguement and she threw her figure skates at me. I got a very large bruise. I was not happy. When she's on her own, she mostly ignores you or snaps at you to leave her alone. When she's around her friends, she's just...well...I can't describe it really... She just gets in a way that makes you want to slap her across the cheek and scream at her.
But enough about that, this rambling is to jump from one subject to another and I don't want to get stuck on one subject for too long. I'm a lucid dreamer, and I'm also a daydreamer. In my dreams, I've felt pain, visited more one place more than once and time has gone by. Although my friends seem to think it's impossible, I have died in my dreams. But only for a few moments, than I became a sort of zombie and went on a berserker blood rage on the people who shot me. I've been running or walking before and tripped or missed a step, than been dimly woken up becase my foot suddenly jerked down as if I were falling into a pothole of some sorts. I've had my dreams put on pause while I was suddenly awoken, and than put on play when I fell back to sleep. I can wake myself up from my dream. I force myself to open my real eyes. It took a bit of practice and the feeling is...unnatural. It's tearing yourself away from a world and being throw back into reality. My daydreams are vivid, with clear color and clear sound. My eyes are tired from staring at this screen, I blame the stupid bargain bin DS game I've been playing for hours (time wasted unwisely). The game is beside me, it's the stupidest game but I want to beat it. Whether I litterally beat it and throw it out the window or finish the game is unclear at this time. I think I'm a little crazy, I talk to myself or imaginary people/friends because I'm bored, I talk to inanimate objects. I talk to my OCs or favorite characters because sometimes they're the only people I can talk to at the moment and can listen to me rant it out in my head. I have no train of thought, just a large empty space where words and ideas mesh together and sometimes make the long journey from my head to my mouth. I start sentences and sometimes don't finish them because I've lost interest or my brain has decided to switch to another subject (something that really annoys my friends). I've been upgraded from a single bed to a double bed but still haven't gotten used to it. I still curl up into a little ball and wrap myself in all the blankets I can grab. It feels safe and cozy. I'm on msn right now as I write this, no one is online. All my friends are gone or sleeping. Forever alone~. I don't know what'll happen to me in the future. I just keep my grades up and deal with present or soon problems. Recently a bunch of people have asked me what I'll do in a few years, frankly I'm not sure. What I'm interested in now, I might not care for when the time comes. I'll never know. All I can do it go about things the way I want.
I'm reading over this and I realize how I've just been talking about myself. So let's talk about YOU.
YOU are a person I probably don't know or will never meet.
YOU are kinda a creeper if I really don't know, or will ever meet you.
And most importantly I've just wasted YOUR time.
Mission accomplished.
I'm finished now. I give YOU permission to leave.
YOU may go.
^_^ Have a nice day~!
I'm sitting in front of my computer. I have a guest entry for my friend's blog I need to finish soon and I'm drawing a blank. I've thought about all the thing in my life that bring me joy or can at least make me focus long enough. Then, like an epiphany I never imagined I could have I thought of what I could write about.
Pure, unconnected ramblings.
I need to start somewhere so I'll start with the basics. A self introduction. Now a warning before I get any further, I have no idea what'll happen at the end of this entry. If you find yourself confused, it's fine. If you understand every word of this and have followed it all the way to the end. There's something wrong with and I think I'll take a few cautious steps away from you.
I am, without a doubt, just an mildly ordinary person. I'm the type of person that if we've only met once and haven't seen each other in a few days, you'll probably forget. Well mostly. I may remember your face and say hello to you or give you a nod as I pass you. You'll probably smile cautiously, you might even say hello if you're that type of person. But you'll be squinting your eyes at me as if by bluring my face you'll remember me better. You might have a vague sense of knowing me, but unable to place exactly how you know me. I've had this happen to me a few times, with the exception of this one girl who came to bring my family and I our ice cream treats at the Dairy Queen, the girl who insisted she knew me from her sister's soccer team. I haven't been on a soccer team for years, and in another province at that! Yet somehow this girl was smiling away and somehow knew my name. I was (naturally) slightly disturbed at the fact that there might be a person running around my city looking like me. I wonder if she likes the same things as I do, like One Piece or writing or scaring my dog with the vaccum cleaner (yes I'm a terrible person, moving on now!). I wonder if she has the same skills as me like writing or staring at the sky and knowing exactly what time it is. Whoever she may or may not be, I sincerly hope she's the good version of us. Because if I myself am as bad as I could be, well, I'm both relieved and disappointed. I am the rare person who likes the way they look. I eat what I want, wear what I want and can look in the mirror and all I can think of how nice it would be to take a bar of soap and write nonsense all over it. Especially since it's my sister's job to clean the mirrors and glass. (Note: I have done so before and I hide in my room, right up against the door she was trying to break down as she screamed at me to come clean up my mess and other less than nice sentences.)
I like my name because, it's kinda badass the way I got it. I'm not named after relatives or fictional characters my parents worshipped (as I consider naming my children, if I have any). No, my mother named me simply because her dreams told her to. She was in the hospital, still unsure of what to name me. When she fell asleep that night she had a dream, she saw her mother (my grandmother, no dur) sitting in a chair holding a baby. She looked up at my mother and asked if she wanted to see her newborn baby daugher, *insert my name here*. Now, I can't tell what caused this dream, maybe it was fate, maybe it was some kind of meds the doctors were giving her. But sure enough, I can't help but feel a little more awesome knowing my name has some cool back story. I feel even more awesome knowing my sister was given her name simply for reasons my dad can't remember, though he's pretty sure it's because he thought it sounded nice. I have another sibling, a little brother who will now and forever be refered to as "Minion". A nickname he has accepted and responds to. I've heard one of his friends has started calling her little brother "Minion", I feel very proud of myself. Minion and I get along pretty well. I'm not sure if it's because I'm several years older than him but somehow or another I can hang around him a little longer than my sister. Who is the type of person who worries what others think of her and can get downright nasty if I bother her (which I do, what can I say? I can't help it!). I once got into an arguement and she threw her figure skates at me. I got a very large bruise. I was not happy. When she's on her own, she mostly ignores you or snaps at you to leave her alone. When she's around her friends, she's just...well...I can't describe it really... She just gets in a way that makes you want to slap her across the cheek and scream at her.
But enough about that, this rambling is to jump from one subject to another and I don't want to get stuck on one subject for too long. I'm a lucid dreamer, and I'm also a daydreamer. In my dreams, I've felt pain, visited more one place more than once and time has gone by. Although my friends seem to think it's impossible, I have died in my dreams. But only for a few moments, than I became a sort of zombie and went on a berserker blood rage on the people who shot me. I've been running or walking before and tripped or missed a step, than been dimly woken up becase my foot suddenly jerked down as if I were falling into a pothole of some sorts. I've had my dreams put on pause while I was suddenly awoken, and than put on play when I fell back to sleep. I can wake myself up from my dream. I force myself to open my real eyes. It took a bit of practice and the feeling is...unnatural. It's tearing yourself away from a world and being throw back into reality. My daydreams are vivid, with clear color and clear sound. My eyes are tired from staring at this screen, I blame the stupid bargain bin DS game I've been playing for hours (time wasted unwisely). The game is beside me, it's the stupidest game but I want to beat it. Whether I litterally beat it and throw it out the window or finish the game is unclear at this time. I think I'm a little crazy, I talk to myself or imaginary people/friends because I'm bored, I talk to inanimate objects. I talk to my OCs or favorite characters because sometimes they're the only people I can talk to at the moment and can listen to me rant it out in my head. I have no train of thought, just a large empty space where words and ideas mesh together and sometimes make the long journey from my head to my mouth. I start sentences and sometimes don't finish them because I've lost interest or my brain has decided to switch to another subject (something that really annoys my friends). I've been upgraded from a single bed to a double bed but still haven't gotten used to it. I still curl up into a little ball and wrap myself in all the blankets I can grab. It feels safe and cozy. I'm on msn right now as I write this, no one is online. All my friends are gone or sleeping. Forever alone~. I don't know what'll happen to me in the future. I just keep my grades up and deal with present or soon problems. Recently a bunch of people have asked me what I'll do in a few years, frankly I'm not sure. What I'm interested in now, I might not care for when the time comes. I'll never know. All I can do it go about things the way I want.
I'm reading over this and I realize how I've just been talking about myself. So let's talk about YOU.
YOU are a person I probably don't know or will never meet.
YOU are kinda a creeper if I really don't know, or will ever meet you.
And most importantly I've just wasted YOUR time.
Mission accomplished.
I'm finished now. I give YOU permission to leave.
YOU may go.
^_^ Have a nice day~!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Day 78: This would be SO awesome.
I am getting one of these installed in my house. Some day. I swear to god. One day, even if it takes two decades for me to gather enough money, I AM GETTING ONE OF THESE INSTALLED IN MY HOUSE.
Or I could just buy Freakishly Smart Person's house. Hm...
Day 76: I take it back; World Champion Pacer IS awesome
So I just got back from Bean's house. We had a sleepover - although, sadly, no more pictures of her sleeping. Or of Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing, because she wasn't there. Oh well...
The first thing I did when I got home was change clothes. The second thing was poop in the toilet. The third thing was check my email. (This is pretty much my morning routine, too, but without the food. I usually eat breakfast before I check my email. Speaking of which, I'm hungry. Time to find food! ... Okay, I'm back. Got a bowl full of cherries. I'm set!) I found six of them... yeah, I GUESS you could say I'm pretty popular? *bragbrag* However, one of the emails - from World Champion Pacer - stated the following:
I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but Colombian Rice Eater and I have been fighting about your blog (on your blog).
I must confess, I do enjoy the large font size. It's SPESHUL. However, the point is this: Actually, never mind, there are two points here:
1. I can now post another post, courtesy of le awesome World Champion Pacer.
2. I had a very amusing conversation to read in my other email account.
No, wait, there are three.
3. Not only do I feel incredibly inspired to blog today, I now am aware that at least one person definitely wants me to succeed in kicking Colombian Rice Eater's ass.
So, without further ado, le post. It's actually interesting. So READ IT. >:C
Hey, liac333 here!
It's finally coming! The debut album from the British beauty, Natalia Kills, is coming to Canada and the U.S. on August 16th!
YAY!
I know, I've been blogging about wanting this album (Perfectionist) for way too long...which is exactly why I'm posting this on Katrina's blog.
See the difference :D
My only fear at this point is that the album will suck, and my fragile little heart will be permanently damaged. I've been reading some reviews of the album, and they're all over the place; some say it's amazing, some say it's decent, and some say it's bad.
Curse people and their differing opinions!
Well, I've been liking the singles that she put on iTunes, so here's hoping that I like the rest of the album.
If you have the ability to tell time, you'll realize that August 16th is a month away, which is kind of a long time. Luckily, I've devised a list of things to do if...
2. Hang out at HMV and get familiar with the staff. Try and make it like an episode of Cheers when you walk in and everyone says your name in unison.
3. Go to Germany and buy the album there, you impatient little bugger!
or if...
The first thing I did when I got home was change clothes. The second thing was poop in the toilet. The third thing was check my email. (This is pretty much my morning routine, too, but without the food. I usually eat breakfast before I check my email. Speaking of which, I'm hungry. Time to find food! ... Okay, I'm back. Got a bowl full of cherries. I'm set!) I found six of them... yeah, I GUESS you could say I'm pretty popular? *bragbrag* However, one of the emails - from World Champion Pacer - stated the following:
I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but Colombian Rice Eater and I have been fighting about your blog (on your blog).
I deleted the blog post I sent you, so you could still post it to help you catch up and I would also appreciate having my name stay "World Champion Pacer" instead of "Le Dunce".
It's actually a win win, since I've been getting a lot of views on my Pretty Little Liars post and wouldn't mind having it stay on my homepage for a little longer.
Think about it, you have some catching up to do.
Seriously, I deleted the post yesterday. You're good to go :D
Look at me; a good friend helping you out and apologizing for what I did (BTW, sorry about posting before you posted).
Pleeeeaaaasee don't let Colombian Rice Eater win forgive me *_*
I must confess, I do enjoy the large font size. It's SPESHUL. However, the point is this: Actually, never mind, there are two points here:
1. I can now post another post, courtesy of le awesome World Champion Pacer.
2. I had a very amusing conversation to read in my other email account.
No, wait, there are three.
3. Not only do I feel incredibly inspired to blog today, I now am aware that at least one person definitely wants me to succeed in kicking Colombian Rice Eater's ass.
So, without further ado, le post. It's actually interesting. So READ IT. >:C
Hey, liac333 here!
It's finally coming! The debut album from the British beauty, Natalia Kills, is coming to Canada and the U.S. on August 16th!
YAY!
I know, I've been blogging about wanting this album (Perfectionist) for way too long...which is exactly why I'm posting this on Katrina's blog.
See the difference :D
My only fear at this point is that the album will suck, and my fragile little heart will be permanently damaged. I've been reading some reviews of the album, and they're all over the place; some say it's amazing, some say it's decent, and some say it's bad.
Curse people and their differing opinions!
Well, I've been liking the singles that she put on iTunes, so here's hoping that I like the rest of the album.
If you have the ability to tell time, you'll realize that August 16th is a month away, which is kind of a long time. Luckily, I've devised a list of things to do if...
You're a Natalia Kills fan
1. Listen to the five singles on iTunes.2. Hang out at HMV and get familiar with the staff. Try and make it like an episode of Cheers when you walk in and everyone says your name in unison.
3. Go to Germany and buy the album there, you impatient little bugger!
or if...
You're not a Natalia Kills fan
1. Wait a minute, why do you even need a list? Just live your normal life and try to put up with the rest of us talking about Natalia Kills.
She's pretty. *o*
Day 75: D'aw, my friends are so awesome.
Do you know whyyyy they are so awesome?
They're letting me post pictures of them sleeping! On this blog! Right now! :'D
Bean gave me a condition, however. To be allowed to post the picture of HER sleeping, I have to tell you about Jeffy. But first, LE PICTURES!
They're letting me post pictures of them sleeping! On this blog! Right now! :'D
Bean gave me a condition, however. To be allowed to post the picture of HER sleeping, I have to tell you about Jeffy. But first, LE PICTURES!
So the story of Jeffy! Okay, so once upon a time, I brought Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing to Waskesui with me. One day, we went to the Heart Lakes to feed the ducks, and canoe. Ignoring the gigantic PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS sign in front of us - come on, it's a tradition! Plus everyone ignores it, at least at the Heart Lakes. They're speshul. Anyways - ignoring the sign, we ripped up about half a loaf of bread and fed it to the ducks. Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing decided to name one of them Jeffy, ignoring the fact that Jeffy was, indeed, a girl. She wanted to take Jeffy home with her, but Jeffy ran away when she realized what was happening. Then we went canoeing and everything was good.
Don't know how that's even remotely related to this but whatever. I'm sad that Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing has her face covered in the picture, but that's okey. The eraser beside her pretty much tells her life story. :D
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Day 74: An awesome face indeed
SOOOO this is my brother's friend.
This is fucking terrifying.
No other words are required.
This is fucking terrifying.
"PROBLEM?"
No other words are required.
"U MAD?"
Day 73: The most awesome conversation in the history of the universe
Before I let you read the conversation, I need to quickly explain a couple things.
First of all, this is the second time I have been possessed by Q.0, who spoke to Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing with my cell phone.
Secondly, Q.0 is the creation of Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing. Q.0 is the alternate Me. She exists in the universe of Tree Man, an incredibly brilliant comic created by the aforementioned buttface. She's like me in many aspects, except, well... I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. ^^; Her favorite food is "ded mausQ." (That's Q.0-speak. In English, they are called "dead mice.") And no, you can't read Tree Man, unless Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing posts it online. Otherwise, it is Top Secret. I don't know why. Ask the dumb-butt yourself.
Thirdly, this is the vast majority of the conversation - from right after it began to right before it ended. You will know if you are being contacted by Q.0 if you receive a text message (or email) that says this: "haaiiiiii *wave*" You have been warned.
So here it is. Enjoy!
K: y u no trust me? i nish!
Sailor Moon Fan Blahblahblah: Okay I guess I trust you, but I never really know what you're thinking. So idk if you even process what I'm saying. In fact I'm surprised you can even read what I'm saying and texting now.
K: ... waht duz 'prooces' meen?
SMF: Oh for frick sakes what is the point of you even. AHHH!!!!!!!!!! You drive me nuts.
K: y u no luv me? I jusht wahnt fwend!
u me fwends?
SMF: Yeah I guess we are friends. Or fwends or whatever you'll understand. I mean I do spend a lot of time with you... for some reason.
K: yay i haz fwend! mi fihst fwend!
fwends givz pwezents wite?
K: wite? fwends giv pwezents?
K: shaywa mun faan no weave me! pweash cum back!
K: *sniffle* dats okey... ish okey if yuu no lyk me... i shtill make mish pwesent fo yu... i shtill lyk yoo... u shtill nish even if yew no lyk mi
SMF: I was raking pinecones. And yeah we're still friends but it isn't an obligation to make presents.
K: yew... yew shtill lyk mi? yay! dat maks me hapi! i almosht dun pwesent... i maik nish pikcha fo yoo
sowwy i no good at dwawing
K: yay awl dun!
SMF: Don't worry I'm not that good either.
K: yuu betta dan me r... yoo lyk raynbos wite? an shtars and hartsh? it haz lots of doze!
o wate im not shupposhed to tell waht yow pwesent is am i? birfdai pwesents is surpwises wite? Katweena says i nawt shupposhed to tell. okai yuu find owt on yo birfdai den :D
o and Katweena sez she wus rong... udder ten persent grai marker she still haz. she sayz she sowwy she wuz rong.
V: Well if she doesn't wanna give me her extra it's fine. I just remember her saying so.
K: no no she tought dat she gav it too yu but she didnt cuz itsh hewe in Waskapoo. so she sez sowwy she wuz rong.
hay... sinse i dwew yu a pikcha... can yu dwaw me wun? pwease?
K: shaywa mun fann yew shtill dere?
SMF: I guess?
SMF: I said yeah I can draw you something.
Oh how would Colombian Rice Eater get his rice powers? [he's also a Tree Man character]
K: yay tank yew! uh can yew dwaw me... pictah uv us togedda! fwends!
hay you nevah dwew a pictah uv me and dat gowjuss mannah! yew shaid u wood dwaw it fo me if i gav u Katweena bak! and i gav her bak but u didnt dwaw it. u meen!
o wate but i gesh we wehnt fwends den... but we fwends now sho u gon dwaw dem to pictahs fo me wite?
Rish Mashtah Adwian getz rishe powahs by gettin bited by radioa... by wadioact... by nucweaw powahed rishe.
obviushly.
SMF: You said draw a Reaver comic. Not you and Reaver derp.
K: o.
did u dwaw a weavah comic den?
SMF: No I'm drawing Rice Mastah.
K: but wuddabout weavah comic? an pictah uv us togedda as besht fwends? u no get Katweena bak untiw i haz weavah comic! bahaha!
SMF: Well I'm going now anyway goodbye! ^-^
K: no wate fwend pwease don go!
were u goin?
SMF: People, places, things.
K: pwease shtay!
SMF: Meh
K: u no tew Katweena i dwew a pictah fo yu okey?
SMF: Uh... right.
K: itsh a shecwet! fwends keep shecwets wite? if she nos shill giv it too yoo befow yo birfday. an iss a birfday pwesent. so no tell okey?
SMF: Uh.. huh....
wtf is happening.
K: y wahts happning? u okay?
SMF: Uh well you are making about 72.83% sense right now.
K: wut u no undahshtand? i hewp u undahshtand. i shmaht.
SMF: You said Katrina is not gonna give me a present before my birthday? What does that matter????
K: o wew if yu tew Katweena i maid u a pwesent shill wook fo it an find it an giv it to u befow yo birfdai. an sinse iss a birfday pwesent dat wood be bad. undahshtand?
SMF: Uh yeah.
K: yay tank yu! o an Katweena ish shad cuz yuu sed u no cum to Waskapoo no mow. yoo com pwease? it wiw maik hew happi
SMF: Maaaaybeee.
K: dat make hew happi-ish. tank yu! o and Katweena shez wuts yo favwit choklit.
K: hay did yu an Katweena have fite er sumtin? i tride too fiind owt but hew hed ish fulll uv big wurds dat me no knos.
K: Katweena tinks me shpewwing ish bad! dat no tru rite? i haz good shpewwing!
SMF: Well since I can understand you perfectly your spelling doesn't affect me! But yeah, you suck. And I like... a lot of chocolate? Not dark.
K: she wahnts too nno whut kind uv choklit bar uu lyk. an my shpewwing ish not baad! i haz sooper good shpewwing! da teechah sed i wurk weawwy haard!
SMF: Whoa u go to school? I never wrote that!
Anywho I like Hershy and Caramilk and Dove. I liikeeee Dove.
SMF: But I'm trying to stay away from junk food.
K: so u lyk duv an caremilk? okey i wiw tehl Katweena.
course i went to kinnergarden didnt yu?
SMF: Yes I did.
I don't want chocolate thought. That would be the opposite of what I want. I'm trying not to eat as much junk food.
K: o. so no choklit den?
SMF: No unfortunately.
*end* AIN'T SHE SMART?! YEah it's pretty awesome. She's... uh... really gorgeous too. >_> *poker face*
First of all, this is the second time I have been possessed by Q.0, who spoke to Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing with my cell phone.
Secondly, Q.0 is the creation of Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing. Q.0 is the alternate Me. She exists in the universe of Tree Man, an incredibly brilliant comic created by the aforementioned buttface. She's like me in many aspects, except, well... I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. ^^; Her favorite food is "ded mausQ." (That's Q.0-speak. In English, they are called "dead mice.") And no, you can't read Tree Man, unless Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing posts it online. Otherwise, it is Top Secret. I don't know why. Ask the dumb-butt yourself.
Thirdly, this is the vast majority of the conversation - from right after it began to right before it ended. You will know if you are being contacted by Q.0 if you receive a text message (or email) that says this: "haaiiiiii *wave*" You have been warned.
So here it is. Enjoy!
K: y u no trust me? i nish!
Sailor Moon Fan Blahblahblah: Okay I guess I trust you, but I never really know what you're thinking. So idk if you even process what I'm saying. In fact I'm surprised you can even read what I'm saying and texting now.
K: ... waht duz 'prooces' meen?
SMF: Oh for frick sakes what is the point of you even. AHHH!!!!!!!!!! You drive me nuts.
K: y u no luv me? I jusht wahnt fwend!
u me fwends?
SMF: Yeah I guess we are friends. Or fwends or whatever you'll understand. I mean I do spend a lot of time with you... for some reason.
K: yay i haz fwend! mi fihst fwend!
fwends givz pwezents wite?
K: wite? fwends giv pwezents?
K: shaywa mun faan no weave me! pweash cum back!
K: *sniffle* dats okey... ish okey if yuu no lyk me... i shtill make mish pwesent fo yu... i shtill lyk yoo... u shtill nish even if yew no lyk mi
SMF: I was raking pinecones. And yeah we're still friends but it isn't an obligation to make presents.
K: yew... yew shtill lyk mi? yay! dat maks me hapi! i almosht dun pwesent... i maik nish pikcha fo yoo
sowwy i no good at dwawing
K: yay awl dun!
SMF: Don't worry I'm not that good either.
K: yuu betta dan me r... yoo lyk raynbos wite? an shtars and hartsh? it haz lots of doze!
o wate im not shupposhed to tell waht yow pwesent is am i? birfdai pwesents is surpwises wite? Katweena says i nawt shupposhed to tell. okai yuu find owt on yo birfdai den :D
o and Katweena sez she wus rong... udder ten persent grai marker she still haz. she sayz she sowwy she wuz rong.
V: Well if she doesn't wanna give me her extra it's fine. I just remember her saying so.
K: no no she tought dat she gav it too yu but she didnt cuz itsh hewe in Waskapoo. so she sez sowwy she wuz rong.
hay... sinse i dwew yu a pikcha... can yu dwaw me wun? pwease?
K: shaywa mun fann yew shtill dere?
SMF: I guess?
SMF: I said yeah I can draw you something.
Oh how would Colombian Rice Eater get his rice powers? [he's also a Tree Man character]
K: yay tank yew! uh can yew dwaw me... pictah uv us togedda! fwends!
hay you nevah dwew a pictah uv me and dat gowjuss mannah! yew shaid u wood dwaw it fo me if i gav u Katweena bak! and i gav her bak but u didnt dwaw it. u meen!
o wate but i gesh we wehnt fwends den... but we fwends now sho u gon dwaw dem to pictahs fo me wite?
Rish Mashtah Adwian getz rishe powahs by gettin bited by radioa... by wadioact... by nucweaw powahed rishe.
obviushly.
SMF: You said draw a Reaver comic. Not you and Reaver derp.
K: o.
did u dwaw a weavah comic den?
SMF: No I'm drawing Rice Mastah.
K: but wuddabout weavah comic? an pictah uv us togedda as besht fwends? u no get Katweena bak untiw i haz weavah comic! bahaha!
SMF: Well I'm going now anyway goodbye! ^-^
K: no wate fwend pwease don go!
were u goin?
SMF: People, places, things.
K: pwease shtay!
SMF: Meh
K: u no tew Katweena i dwew a pictah fo yu okey?
SMF: Uh... right.
K: itsh a shecwet! fwends keep shecwets wite? if she nos shill giv it too yoo befow yo birfday. an iss a birfday pwesent. so no tell okey?
SMF: Uh.. huh....
wtf is happening.
K: y wahts happning? u okay?
SMF: Uh well you are making about 72.83% sense right now.
K: wut u no undahshtand? i hewp u undahshtand. i shmaht.
SMF: You said Katrina is not gonna give me a present before my birthday? What does that matter????
K: o wew if yu tew Katweena i maid u a pwesent shill wook fo it an find it an giv it to u befow yo birfdai. an sinse iss a birfday pwesent dat wood be bad. undahshtand?
SMF: Uh yeah.
K: yay tank yu! o an Katweena ish shad cuz yuu sed u no cum to Waskapoo no mow. yoo com pwease? it wiw maik hew happi
SMF: Maaaaybeee.
K: dat make hew happi-ish. tank yu! o and Katweena shez wuts yo favwit choklit.
K: hay did yu an Katweena have fite er sumtin? i tride too fiind owt but hew hed ish fulll uv big wurds dat me no knos.
K: Katweena tinks me shpewwing ish bad! dat no tru rite? i haz good shpewwing!
SMF: Well since I can understand you perfectly your spelling doesn't affect me! But yeah, you suck. And I like... a lot of chocolate? Not dark.
K: she wahnts too nno whut kind uv choklit bar uu lyk. an my shpewwing ish not baad! i haz sooper good shpewwing! da teechah sed i wurk weawwy haard!
SMF: Whoa u go to school? I never wrote that!
Anywho I like Hershy and Caramilk and Dove. I liikeeee Dove.
SMF: But I'm trying to stay away from junk food.
K: so u lyk duv an caremilk? okey i wiw tehl Katweena.
course i went to kinnergarden didnt yu?
SMF: Yes I did.
I don't want chocolate thought. That would be the opposite of what I want. I'm trying not to eat as much junk food.
K: o. so no choklit den?
SMF: No unfortunately.
*end* AIN'T SHE SMART?! YEah it's pretty awesome. She's... uh... really gorgeous too. >_> *poker face*
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