If I were a moderator, would you all be my underlings?
I need someone to use as a soap box, and you guys would do nicely.
Let me tell you a story. Today, I took a bus ride to school, and nothing of any interest happened. Rather boring story, right? Well, let me spice it up a bit: Today, I took a bus ride to school. But on the highway, as we passed a bright orange sports car, something peculiar happened. Suddenly, the bright orange sports car turned into a tyrannosaurus rex—with the same pattern as the paint job on the car. Then, it flew up into the sky using a pair of rocket shoes and literally pulled a walkie-talkie
Updated 13th September 2012 at 06:06 PM by Laïka
Nothing to do. Mind numb. Other bandwagon boring. Ask. Number.
Stole this from Joltik. Replace Tumblr with BMGf, of course.
Also, some of the questions I may not want to answer, so yeah. :I *is completely useless at answering questions*
If you read a previous blog entry of mine, you might have seen that I had my first day of high school and planned on not making many friends. Well, a couple weeks in and I'm quite surprisingly struggling to keep that plan. Not because I've been talking the heads off of everyone I see, but because everyone I see seems to be talking the head off of me. ._.
Seriously, I was expecting to be left alone, since I'm usually extremely quiet, I can never look people in the eye, I talk awkwardly
1. Because this is my 42nd blog entry, and as we all know, 42 is the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
2. Because I used the [sup] tag to get the "nd" in "42nd."
5. Because the numbering system is off, and so it is somehow inherently funny.
╘. Because all of these little reasons start with because, which is entirely epic for unknown reasons.
v. Because of soup-dynamite-cheese-ravioli.