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The Doctor's Wife, by The Clockwork Quartet. Sad, sad song. :<

The Greatest Pac-Man Victory in History, by Aesop Rock. "Down by the river where the litter sits, where Lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates." Awesome! >_<'

Nyurgh hand bleeding again must find bandages. >_< Maths exam tomorrow, as well as directing a play for Drama assessment. And now I'll have to do them one-handed. Thank Christ I don't have to do any clapping, or other activities that require two hands.

Super... something 7? Auuuugh his anime head is blocking it. It's probably not even the name. ._.

I guess he Finished Him. ... wait, wrong game.

There are only twenty-four hours in a day, idiot. gosh. Unless DST came into effect while he was playing. Or he like changed timezones while he was playing on a plane. Or he travelled back in time. Gosh.

ilu Das. My situation is kinda similar to yours, minus the in the USA bit, and I'm younger, too. I live in a pretty country focussed town, and share a lot of your views on music. : P In addition, to anyone who thinks all rap is terrible based on what they've seen on TV/radio, you could check out some nerdcore rap, which is pretty much as far from the themes of mainstream 'gangsta' rap as you can get. Stuff like Beefy, Kabuto the Python, Dr. Awkward, Fatty. Pretty much video-game centric, and much more entertaining that most things on the radio. A lot more clever lyricisms, too. Though it will never stand up to the likes of Sage Francis or Aesop Rock, those guys are lyrical monsters. @Das - You have awesome taste in rap. :3 I haven't heard of Genus Pro in that list, I may have to check them/him out. Have joo heard of Cage or Buck 65? They're pretty awesome, too.

You can also just download the Curse Client, makes updating/installing addons much quicker and easier. ;D

Good News Week is hilarious, though probably only Aussies will know what I'm talking about. :3

Alternate Ending, by The Grammar Club.

Reminds me of The Day Of All The Blood. THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTED COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD THAT IT FILLED UP AN ELEVATOR. HE WENT TO THE STORE AND THERE WAS JUST BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE! PEOPLE WERE SLIPPING IN IT AND THEY WERE ALL GROSSED OUT. HE TRIED TO GO SWIMMING AND ALL OF THE SHARKS WENT NUTS AND BITTENED EVERYBODY. HE GOT CHASED BY ALL THE VAMPIRES EVER. ONE TIME THE BLOOD GOT A KID AND A DOG. AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYONE DECIDED THEY WOULD SEND HIM TO SPACE SO THAT HE WOULD STOP GETTING BLOOD EVERY WHERE. THE SCARIEST PART IS THAT THE MAN WAS YOU!!! (OR HE WAS A LADY IF YOU ARE A LADY) AND YOU FORGOT THAT THIS HAPPENED

Dark Messiah Might and Magic. $10 off of Steam, awesome fun game, with some RPG elements and a sweet combat system. :3 Playing through the it again, but my irrational fear of giant terrifying spiders at night has stopped me from progressing past after I killed the Paokai, at least until the morning. ._.

Hm. I had a playlist made up of Black Eyed Peas, Outkast and some other random songs that came out in the early 2000's. Whenever I hear them I flashback to roleplaying on the Neopets forums when I was like 12. "High school students with superpowers? I AM SO THERE." "Lab subjects with superpowers? COUNT ME IN." "Neopet high? DON'T MIND IF I DO." I'm sure I've still got some of my terrible character profiles rotting on my hard drive somewhere. Kinda sad that I'm nostalgia'ing about lame stuff like that, but I met so many awesome friends through Neopets. >_< Oh, and the JSRF soundtrack. So goddamned catchy, I always had it playing whenever I played my Xbox.

Good point. ._. The gun<sponge just kinda leapt out as a gunny spongey... thing. >_> Though I suppose humans drink water. And... maybe wolves are incredibly resistant to lightning? Has anyone ever tried hitting a wolf with lightning?

Sponge beats gun? I beg to differ.

That can't be legal... 'Tis if he goes to private school. Dress codes and such. Likely has a school uniform too? Bingo. It's khaki and looks horrible. Think Steve Irwin. I get away with sports uniform, which is pretty decent. Not khaki, at least. But kids at my school have been sent home for less. With our sports uniform, we have to wear "pre-dominantly white" sneakers and plain white socks that go like halfway up the shin, and a kid got sent home to change his shoes for wearing volleys and anklesocks. ._o It's a silly place. Glad I'm out of there atthe end ofthe year.

Boring, formulaic songs created for the sole purpose of making money. And Nickelback.

Play the religion card. At my sister's school some guy was allowed to grow his beard because he told the Vice Principal it was his religion, and it's a Christian school. Naw, I've been meaning to get it cut for a while now. It's around my shoulders, now, and I spend way too long in front of the mirror each morning swooshing it around to look cool. ._. I'm just a procrastinator. But now I have a reason, and a free day off school. Woo! And soon, a new super happy awesome sparkly haircut! Plus, they'd probably think I was taking the piss if I said that. I haven't turned up to the weekly chapel service in like 4 years. But I'm playing Jesus in our Jesus Easter Crucifixion play on Friday. :3 ITS project down, Math C to go. >_<

A wild Lang appears! Testing terrible Xbox 360 Webcam on my PC. And embracing my redneck heritage, don't mind me.

/nerdcore, by Fatty. A sword of wit and wordplay forged in the flames of nerdrage. Hells yeah femme nerdcore artists. :3

I wear a sheet as a cloak thing and then read whoever I come across on CR passages from whatever book I'm engaged in at the moment. People think I have quite a pleasant voice. :3

Yesterday, the principal at my school told me to get a haircut or don't bother coming back tomorrow. Turns out he was serious. D: Taking tomorrow off of school to go to Townsville and get my hair done and trimmed and stuff. Gonna look awesome. : >

My favourite creepypasta ever. :3 Kinda long, so be ware. [hide=]The Cabin and the Dolls I don't know what to do anymore. Im so scared and I can't trust anyone. I went camping about 3 weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and 3 friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so were pretty much used to anything youd encounter out there. It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately its Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching up with each other's lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories. Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn't put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Mike had to go piss and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, piss all down his jeans like hed missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off. We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a piss), so at this stage we didnt have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him. The scream gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandoned, except for a faint light that we could see from one of the old mildew covered windows. The crying was intense: whoever it was couldn't breathe enough to let out a full yell. We all followed Mike up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped. We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and the sound of a bolt unlocking. Then nothing. We waited for a bit, knocked a few more times, but still nothing happened. We walked around the house (there was no [bleep]ing way any of us were leaving each others side) and noticed a window, which was a good way up. Alex took a deep breath and said asked us to give him a boost so he could see inside. Me and Mike lifted him up to the window. We watched him brush away dirt and webs from the window and place his face close to the window to try and see something. There was a quick beat. Then suddenly he breathed in fast and let out a loud scream. Then he fell back from the window, screaming bloody murder the whole way. We all tried to calm him down but he was hysterical. We went to him but he started to shake, punch, kick, you name it, and then took off towards the camp. None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind him. We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we collected added it to the fire. My hands were shaking and I had to do something. I went back to Alex and we all tried to calm him down. He wouldn't he kept screaming and was breathing so hard that he eventually fainted. All of us are terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise he was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to himself and whimpering. Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now it was daylight. We searched where we thought it was, except there was nothing there. Nothing at all. The indistinct smell from last night had now grown into a very strong smell of something dead, something stale. We headed back to the camping site. When we got there we found Alex had chewed into the sides of his face and swallowed so much blood that he was throwing up. John was at his back, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion. I guess we all looked that way, I just didn't notice until I saw his face. Alex said quietly that we need to leave. Now. We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. He went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or hed knock us out and drag us out of there himself. Mike started to yell at him, and they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing, and then started to make our way back. After a little while we arrived at a creek we had crossed the previous day, only it was flooded over, and the water was moving to fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Mike for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of here. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened. He said as soon as he put his face to the glass, a face on the other side did the same thing, and started to smile really big. It had dark eyes and a dark mouth which was much bigger then Alex's, as the smile got as large as it could. A giant shadow behind it swung something down and sliced its face off. The face was stuck to the window, and he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike, still pissed off (and though he wouldnt admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with him again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross. We then started to see toys floating in the creek. Really old toys, old Barbie dolls and baby dolls. This wasn't like any old trash floating in the creek, though this was a lot of barbies, a lot of baby dolls. One washed towards the side and Mike picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn't understand, followed by its sad excuse for laughter. Then it sounded like it was whispering. We thought the batteries must be dying, he threw it down. We kept going, and the sun was starting to set. Alex was freaking out more now, and was whimpering and breathing heavily. We all started to see shadows move behind trees, something we all called BS on until we all were seeing it. It was barely light out and we stop as we see the cabin right in front of us. None of us knows what to think. Mike says This is bull, Im going in there. Alex tries to stop him. We all do, all of us just wanted to go home. Mike says to all of us to [bleep] off, do our own thing, he doesn't care anymore, this is all bull. We start to hear hundreds of the same sort baby doll as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We start to move forward past the cabin, all of us, and kept pushing forward. We smelled something dead in the air, something stale. The same something as before. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming. We kept on going. We eventually crossed the creek and left the woods. We get back to our vehicle and got in. Its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on the 45 to Houston but the road is under construction and can't be accessed. It points to a detour. As we head towards the detour it seems to be small, bumpy dirt road going into the woods. We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like shes really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways. Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back. I try to convince him not to and all he does is say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasnt scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore, I just stay in and don't answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad, when I went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn't say a word the whole time. I kept asking him Whats wrong? He just slowly shook his head. When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police. Halfway through the questions they were asking me the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing. Mike has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alexs house they talk to me like Im some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me that is Alexs mother. I cant get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form. I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. Sir, are you affected by any drugs at the moment? No. Are you coming home anytime soon? Excuse me? Come home. and the phone call ended. My mail slot swings every now and then. Someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now and all I can hear is static and bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My TV is busted but when I go to piss I can hear it on. I might be going insane. [/hide] I also like the one about how some people go into their own dream world after experiencing extreme trauma/hardship and they aren't aware of it until they receive a message in the dream world from their subconscious telling them to WAKE UP. Pretty cool. : > EDIT -Found it : D It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not wake up. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren’t being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to wake up was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to wake up. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and please wake up.

Somebody Tell Me, by Muchuu. NO I WILL NOT PICK UP A PENNY NYARGH >_< http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyi7kfxqNQA Enjoy. : >

Growing a hobo beard wooooooo Well actually I'm just being too lazy to shave. :< It feels purdy to stroke, I'm told. I agree with the people who I let stroke my beard. It feels awesome.