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You're talking to a random stranger. You: He is risen! Stranger: hey Stranger: hui!! You: Meh Stranger: r u jesus! You: Yes. Stranger: aamazed Stranger: awsum You: I can't believe it took three long days. You: And in the first place, I shouldn't have been nailed to a stake! I have better things to be doing! Stranger: i know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Stranger: lucky u escaped Stranger: dude teach me how u escaped Stranger: im up for trial Stranger: in afghanistan Stranger: help me You: Yeah otherwise I would have been nasty decomposed if it had been longer Stranger: i sold illegal phones so theyre gonna crucifuy me Stranger: gh Stranger: helllllllllllllllllllp You: Well to escape you've gotta chop off your limbs, then they won't know how to crucify you in the first place! Stranger: ......................................................... The Stranger has disconnected.

Eh. I haven't been mocked in manga form yet, that'll be my true initiation.

Maybe I should just leave, I don't know if the /FG/ bros can handle a female in their man cave.

Oh. Then you're fine.

My grandpa called earlier this week to invite us over for Easter dinner, but my mom declined, stating that she cooks every year and he's welcome to come to our house. However, last night my mother didn't feel like she wanted to cook and decided we might just go nontraditional and go out for Chinese, which is a tradition to some people. Now we must wait until the "point of no return", when my mom can call my grandpa about her decision and he won't be able to start cooking a ham.

Wits are you feeling attention deprived?

I suppose my first language was babbalia homo sapien mammalia, then I learned English, then I started making my own language with words such as beautifaun, chronic [developmentally delayed]itis (a serious and highly contagious condition affecting most of society), gob (the word isn't new, but my usage is in interjections such as "oh my gob!"), vaucht (means "what", but spelled and pronounced differently), vuvoo (same family as vaucht, means I love you), and jeevus (replaces Jesus in interjections). No, I didn't just overthink that.

English isn't my first language?

I want my Easter candy, but I don't think I can have until younger siblings wake up. This is ridiculous.

I ate a couple small rectangles of pizza a short while ago. Last night when I left here I went with mommy to go pick delinquent brother up from party. After that, we went to the Walmart to get some things for in case my mother feels like cooking dinner today. It was around 10, when my friend was supposed to get off. Buffalo Wild Wings and Walmart are in the same shopping center. I didn't have my phone, so I took my mom's, put it on silent, and texted my friend. She ended up picking me up at Walmart, it was highly amusing. I wish I had a picture of my mom's face when I told her I wasn't going home, friend was stealing me. It would have been better if I wouldn't have said anything and would have just walked over and gotten into my friend's car, a random car at Walmart at 10:30 pm.

Almighty? Oh God. Actually, in my language, I say oh my gob and holy jeevus.

Sound it out. It's weirdly pronounced W. Which stands for walk.

Hmm. Dog is being spazzy. I need someone to wake up and go for a dubyuh with me.

I was woken up at 8 because I stayed at friend's. I straightened her hair. Then she left with her boyfriend to go do family Easter stuff. Her aunt wanted friend to bring boyfriend because friend+boyfriend and friend's brother+girlfriend are going to be the godparents of new cousin. Yeah I'd make a kid I've met once a joint godparent too [referring to friend's boyfriend]. oh well, if he's not worth it obviously it's not a big role and he will disappear from lives if he's not as fleeeping perfect as my friend of today believes.

I thought people were going to suffocate me. I did have a blast though, I sang along to basically every song because I listen to that kind of obnoxious pop music, my closest school friend appreciated it. Also, during the one slow song, another dateless friend ran over to dance with me, grabbed me, and told me she loved me. After this, we just stood there like what just happened. Oh, and we got kicked out of Target before the dance.

Oh darn, cleavage. Should have seen the pictures from homecoming. Which was the first time I wore makeup. And my first dance (I should call it a social gathering, I cannot dance). My friends were close to killing me, they were so happy. Which sounds like it makes no sense. But seriously, my friend's mom hugged me and the ladies taking tickets called me beautiful. I was afraid.

See where I am? That's where I spend most nights on the weekend, when I'm not posting here because the wifi at their house doesn't work for my iPod. Which happens to be where my pillow and blanket are currently, as my friend r doing her shift at bdubs.

^ And. I feel a bit off, I'm in my room on here like a normal weeknight, but the pillow and blanket on my bed are my brother's and I'm using my friend's earbuds.

Yeah tomorrow we might go out to eat because my mom doesn't feel like cooking Easter dinner.

I had dat lean cuisine last night. When I named off all I'd eaten yesterday I forgot about the six doritos and half a pop tart. Except it wasn't a complete half, it was about a quarter of one and then all the edge pieces, which my friend ripped into bite size pieces for me. Like I'm a baby. Today I've eaten a mcchicken, about half of a med fries, 2 bites of a double cheeseburger, and some cheesy rice.

Someone I know got her nose pierced professionally but they did it in a weird place. We mocked her for a couple weeks and then she took it out. Same girl got hair extensions, they looked ridiculous but they were expensive so she said she'd keep them anyway, even though her mom said she looked stupid and all of us laughed at her. Then three weeks later I noticed her afro was back, way to go.

Meh. We finally got a new dishwasher and had it installed. By my father. As I've mentioned, my parents are divorced, but my dad always comes and fixes stuff for us, and then my mom cooks for him.

There were a couple Dr. Who statuses on Facebook and one of the people had changed her profile picture to a show poster. So if I don't look like someone who posts on a forum all day, basically that means I should have a life.

Yeah, but it was dyed darker during the winter (as is seasonably acceptable) and in certain lighting it looked more red, other lighting people said it was black. BUT IT WAS NOT BLACK.

And this is what I look like shoveling.