...So I'm blogging.
Actually, my real last wish would be not to go, but failing that...
Ugh. I have the horrible retreat today. It will surely sucketh a dicketh.
I think I'm going to listen to Evanescence turned up as loud as possible...
Ok... My Immortal. It's such a sad song, but, well, I hate to sound insensitive and all, but I'm glad she wrote it cause it's sooooo fun to sing to (and I'm pret' near good at it, if I do say so myself!)
These wounds won't seem to heal.... this pain is just too real... there's just so much that time can not erase...
Ok, it stopped, so I'm listening to Bring Me To Life now. It's such a depressing music video, though! Well... *noble sigh*
I suppose that is my lot.
What will I bring to the retreat? Should I bring a machete and wave it around, thus convincing everyone I'm a tortured and disturbed problem child who needs Love, Affection, and Tender Care? Or should I bring nothing at all and pretend to be broke? Then when anyone asks, I can say, with a noble look in my tear filled eyes, "I am sorry, but this retreat hath cost all of the extra gold pieces our family crest hath in extra and therefore I have none to spare on trivial frivolities for myself..." then, everyone will look away, ashamed at their great wealth. Nyahaha.
I'm now watching Lucky Star. It's so random! It's hilarioso! I have the same hairband as Tsukasa. In fact, I'm wearing it now!
I look like a little bunny. I'm so kawaii....
No, I am merely hiding my pain at having to go to the retreat today. I think I'll be emo and walk around in miko robes. Then I'll shoot arrows at any guy I happen to see. I'll stick them to a tree. Ya. I think that's a vair, vair good idea.
At any rate, since we're driving up, I can bring a suitcase! Yay desu! I can bring as much stuff as I want to! I think I'll bring two suitcases and a backpack. And my purse. And my makeup bag. Oh, and of course my violin and a sleeping bag. And then a cell phone too, and I guess a flashlight and a folding music stand. After all, I have to spend two-three whole days there! I need a whole bunch of clothes, because what if I look horrible in that specific color that morning? What if it's suddenly as cold as fire and hot as ice? Then I'd have to put on a... wait, if it was cold as fire and hot as ice, what would you wear? A miniskirt and a bulky jacket? That could look sexy, I guess, so maybe...
I think I'll wear a lot of makeup and very slutty clothes while I'm there. Then no one can know. Muwahahahaha! I shall be the new It Girl! Or the new playboy bunny. Whichever.
I been on the computer waaaaay too long, when I really should be packing for the re-tard-treat, but oh well. Who gives a crap. (oh! It would be bad if someone actually did give a crap, wouldn't it? It would be like, "Happy birthday! Here y'are!" And you open the box, and what's inside, but a whole buncha crap! Yeah, that would suck.) ANyway. What should I do if someone confesses to me? Do I say something Ayame-ish and be all "Well! Dat makes me reeeeeal happ-pi! But, um, what's your name again?" Or I could proclaim my deep hatred for them and make up a long and anti-romantical poem on the spot, or I could strip and advance toward them with outstreched arms. Or maybe I could suddenly realize that they are my soulmate and marrry them right then and there. Oh my, what if it's a girl though? In that case, I'll have to inform her, in the kindest possible way, that I am completely unavailable, at least as far as gayness goes. Then I will have to kindly and sensitively run away screaming at the top of my lungs. My word... what if Kelsey or Ilene really do confess? Or, what if they confess to each other? Man, that would be funny! I would have to hide in the bushes and watch as the wonderful drama enfolds. I can even tape it and put it on Youtube. Look for something called Two Girls Defy Proposition Eight Quite Openly or something like that... nah, I can't.... that would be so very insensitve. My. My word.
Oh dear! What if I find out that all of the hawt guys in the orchestra are gay too? That would suck more than a Hoover! I can't stand the thought! Oh, um, and.... well, what if I walk in on the Samuels' doing it? They're so old! I think I would persih away for sure!
Oh, speaking of which, I found a condom box in Mom's closet, and all of them were gone except one!!!! NOOOOOOOO! This canna be!
Oh crud, my song is done. Better go prepare for my unfortunate demise.
Wait, first I have to say the emolicious Rukia line!
So.... Tommorrow I die.
(Of course, now an adorable orange haired boy is waiting in the wings to save me! Yay! ♥)
I'm ready for looooooo~ve! ♥
Oh well. I must nobly go to my fate.
Else Romeo/Ichigo won't come.
Farewell, my friends, farewell.
Thank you...
thank you...
thank you.
*closes eyes*
xoxoxo~♥~
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