The Calm Minded Tai Says:

DarkScythe Says:

That's the last time I read one of your journals

The Red Death Says:

Epic.

Major Says:

So, it happened as Arbykins and I were driving in his dad's baby bluegreen minivan on the way home from my grandmother's house, listening to the XM radio. As we were listening to Lucy, the song "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins came on; malheureusement, it only appeared as "Bullet With Butt". So, being imaginative and ADD as I am, odd images start coming to my mind. Anyway, we stop at Walgreens and pick up Gaviscon for my mom, since we were only down to one tablet, and eating ultra nasty and greasy Cane's chicken gives me indigestion horrible enough for me to take Alka Seltzer. We're horrified by the ugly Halloween decorations as we walk in, even more so horrified by the local high school cheerleaders' presence, but we proceed on as K gets a power bar and I check to see if CosmoGirl and Seventeen have their latest issues in. Unfortunately, being the lazy bitches that they are, they don't have the newest issues out yet. So, I go get a Fuze drink after I find the over-the-counter Gaviscon in the antacids section. K and I still try to avoid the cheerleaders at all cost, and hyper children running around in Walgreens at 10:30 at night is not much of a comforting presence. As we ride home, K takes all left turns to get to my house, as it is most logical that way, as well as the fastest route. We get there in time to hear the last of a beloved rock song before I take my keys out and we grab the armloads of French books, my art/exercise clothes bag, and blue drawing pad thingy before we haphazardly head over to the latch gate thingy and I unlock the actual house door. My mom is upstairs reading in bed, her door slightly ajar, so I go upstairs and say "good-night" to her, as well as doing Fuzzy Brigade to retrieve the mischievous and cowardly creature from underneath her bed. Fuzzy, without a doubt, hisses at me, pissed off that I am ousting her from her favorite hidey hole. Once released, the skulks out of my mom's room to the top of the stairs. It is then that I ask my mom if she wants me to bring some Gaviscon to her. She says yes, and requests that I put 6 tablets in her bedside pill bottle, just in case she needs them in the middle of the night. I head downstairs to see K-kun munching on his orange smoothie Power Bar, and I give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. I go into the kitchen to try to break the seal on the newest Gaviscon container; but alas, my fingernails are shorter than my fingertips. I ask K if he has the nails to open it, but he instead pulls out his switchblade and pulls open a hole small enough for me to tear off the foil seal, then remove the protective fluff from inside. I bring the bottle of medicine back up to my mom and say "good night" to her one last time, then I head back downstairs to see my beloved boyfriend out. His gives me a sweet little kiss on the lips, and his breath reminds me of that powdered orang juice that was advertised by orangutangs wearing colorful Bermuda shorts. After we say our good-byes, I take my jewelry off and set it on the living room table, then I head over to the computer and switch to my screen name on AOL. The first thing I usually check is SheezyArt, and I had about 15 updates. I responded to the delightful yet inane comments from Advance in my delightfully sarcastic way, and then I commented on his newest custom sprite art (which was quite excellent, might I add). After that, I read and removed all pending journals that had been read or were TL;DR. I requested from Kori that she write me a short, lightly romantic, one-chapter Resident Evil fan story with the pairing of the Human Unit Never Killed (decked in full riot gear, of course) and the delightful, asexual piece of animated foodstuffs known as Tofu. I expect it should be wonderful. After that comment was left and that journal removed from my updates, I looked at the latest club updates, which were two of the same drawing posted in different Christianity clubs. I look at the artwork (obviously done by the same user), and being the curious little fag that I am, I decided to look at DWolfe's profile. 20/female/God knows where, but still she posted a journal that caught my eye. She decided that she would write down her rambling, tangent thoughts at the moment, and then see what was spawned. She had first started discussing that x^2 = (x)(x), so x could be an equal number from negative infinity to positive infinity. X could also be the positive or negative square root of x, so what would x be, since it could be a positive or negative number? She also briefly mentioned "flower I like". Hmm. Quite interesting. Moving back onto the subject of x, she began to explain that this would make sense if x^2 was a parabola, as all x^2 functions ARE, indeed, parabolas. Discussing this, her mind moved onto how the galaxies move throughout the universe, and if they were all spread out enough, would new galaxies form, or would the universe explode in a Big Bang-esque explosion? This is further related to the parabola equation in that this process is not indeed a parabola, but a hyperbole. These galaxies are said to be moving away from each other from Point A to Poibt B, C, D, or E. Therefore, we can determine that the dark matter and enrgy pulls on positive matter in several small tugs, which may eventually result in a Big Bang-like explosion on the far end of the universe. This, however, does not solve the function f(x) = x^2. I desired to get my graphing calculator, but I did not want to head back upstairs and disturb my mom, who is still sleeping. And then, I considered the function: f(x) = x^2, so x could be any and all real numbers (which does not include i - that is, the square root of -1). Therefore, f(x) = x^2 is a parabola that would only span in the first and second quadrants, since f(x) is positive. Moving on, I decided to go journal whoring and look at her other most recent journals. I happened upon this: Is hell endothermic or exothermic? Considering the perpetual fire burning in hell is always the result of an exothermic reaction, hell must be exothermic. However, hell is completely closed off from the universe, as well as God, therefore, since all of the reactions are occurring within, hell must be endothermic. But this seemed to be a bit contradictory. I had to come to a conclusion. Seeing as hell overall is an endothermic system since it is closed off, it must be overall endothermic. However, the endothermic reactions come from the perpetual hellfire burning, so that is cause by several exothermic reactions. Conclusion: hell is an endothermic system created by several smaller exothermic reactions occurring within. It was then I realized that I was and am still horrible with chemistry. And then - oh I had finally remembered then! I remembered that I needed to draw a Bullet Bill from the Super Mario Brothers series flying through the air, shaking its butt, which was the original imagery that came from the shortened title of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins. The entire drawing took no more than 10 minutes, but I have spent at least thirty typing about what happened in two hours.

TL;DR: I have my reasons.

Sod O My Ego Says:

giascle is permabanned gasp

BloodWars Says:

P i m p Hollystika Says:

Dude, totally.

Puffkins Pudikus Says:

AMG NO WAY

ochahane Says:

i like how liek you use leik liek a lot like srsly


rofl i like it when people over-use the word, like.

dude.

Triple Q Says:

Hemp, brah.