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November 28 Seeing as I've been moody in like... the last few posts, I've decided to write something to even out the tension. Where should I start? Lets see... There is a stupid virus by the name of meningitis or something I can't be bothered to spell. So, basically, the school provided vaccines because they love us. (Actually, they don't give a dollar about what happens to us, but the Government will chase them with an oversized rubber mallet it they don't.) So, Mum took the liberty of signing a "I WANT NEEDLES IN MY CHILD" form while I got blood over my shirt. It wasn't so bad, except blood doesn't exactly wash off, and that I provided a lovely "this is gonna be your fate" evidence to the shirts of the people who didn't-- but were going to-- get their vaccines later. Oh, and the stupid lady who can stick pins in my skin but not cotton for my wounds? Yeah, that banshee asked me if I was pregnant or not. I fell over laughing, 'cuz people tend to joke before they hurt you or take pictures of you. And I, obviously thinking it was a joke (fanfics are a baaad influence) laughed while Banshee's glares burned through my skull. Turns out that it wasn't a joke, and I just made myself... well, look like an airhead. Err... something else... oh, I know! One day, me and Cazeh decided to walk home from school, because people tend to go home after school anyways. (Unless you really loooove the place and want to devote your entire life to a group of swans). So like, it was sunny, and there were cars, and one of the cars said they had an STI. (Actually, some idiot from the car shouted "I CAN SEE UP YOUR SKIRT LAWL.") Me and Cazeh simply stared. That idiot must of been really blind or really short, seeing as 1. I was wearing tights, boxes and everything (IT WAS COLD, DAMMIT) and 2. It wasn't windy and out skirts clung to us like glue. But yeah. We decided to shout to him, "WE'RE ACTUALLY DRAGQUEENS DRESSED AS SCHOOLGIRLS." (But seeing as he was in a car, he didn't get our message, so we decided to call him gay instead.) Oh, and that reminds me! Once, not long ago, there lived a beautiful Princess called Barbie, who was made of plastic and fell in love with her plastic brother, Ken. They had plastic incest fun every night and ate plastic food so that little girls would buy them. (The truth was that these little girls actually wrote many speeches about Barbie being unable to stand/breathe/sustain a life without being called a hoe if she was a real person). Anyways, two of the little girls, who were now ugly (the one with freckles, anyways) were walking home. The one with freckles was called Nefeh while the other was called Cazeh. On the way, some random being began to recite A Midsummer Nights Dream at them. (This being was actually some wierdo in a bus who squirted water at them). Nefeh was spared as the water landed on her foot, while Cazeh had a full-blown wound in the head. Cazeh then lit the bus on fire. (In fact, she didn't have any matches, so she just glared at the bus until it started to dissolve. And the fingers, yes, she did those as well.) THERE WE GO. Three interesting events that have happened in the past year in Nefeh's life. I would rant more, but I lack in the ability to sustain myself awake for long hours.
Oh, and one more thing. Must fin a way to customise the layout of LJ. x__X
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