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School today was average, as well as yesterday. Haven't done homework since last Thursday, I should probably get on that. My interesting days were this weekend, I babysat my best friend's siblings and a couple other kids, got paid as much as she did when she was working, stayed up with her till 3 that night, slept till noon, and went to The Walmart and Subway to make obnoxious comments. We ran into the guy we had a fun random night with this summer and called him the appropriate name that rhymes with "rut" due to the fact that he thinks it's cool to make out with two best friends in one night, psshhh.

Maybe try detaching yourself gradually. The relationship won't completely die, but if you get her to be more independent and less reliant on you, along with not going out of your way for her, when it does end, she'll be able to look back and say oh, I guess it hasn't been all that great lately anyway. She'll still realize it all at once, but it might help for her to see it's been a long time coming.

Soo. A close friend of mine (who has been slipping away from me for months, which is beside the point) goes to a different school and currently is super into her boyfriend (or having a boyfriend, not sure which ranks higher.) She's been complaining of her school friends there and saying the group is falling apart in the final year and such, and that she's basically replaced them with her boyfriend's friends. Does anyone else think that sounds like a slightly unhealthy idea? Cutting ties with people who will back you up doesn't seem like a good idea, even if they're being replaced since the people she talks to more now are the guys her boyfriend talks to. And, in reality, it's high school. I don't see the relationship lasting. I can't say it to her, but really, it's true, especially for him moving six hours away next year. Thoughts on if this is a problem? Or how to approach her? Our friendship has been slightly turbulent since the introduction of this boyfriend, but I'm not fearful of sharing reality with her.

Today I saw my kitten on the deck of the house behind ours. I went up there and called him, silly kitty was all excited to see me, as usual. He hopped down and I figured I'd have to carry him home or he'd run. I quickly noticed that the hill I was trying to walk down was icy, and, being the klutz that I am, I decided I needed my hands free. I called Carlos (the kitty) every few seconds and he happily trotted behind me home :)

Yeah I know how the relationships work, especially with her. She's had quite a range and always comes back to being herself. But I'm not wondering if the damage that's been today has been irreversible, I'm just a bit down. I haven't dated, I get judged when my dating friends catch my complaints or criticisms. But it almost takes an outsider to see more than those inside, I'm sick of being treated like I don't understand. I know I'm not the smartest or experienced in the ways they are, but I can think and be receptive. More people have been letting me in lately, but now the most important is shutting me out. It was so much easier not having one person more important than everyone else, but things are set this way. I apologize for my rant. People lately suck.

Today. Normal drowsy day at school, now arguing with my best friend and trying to stop crying about it. Woohoo.

Lately, I've had more and more issue with my friends and heard about all their issues with each other. I'm currently arguing with my best friend about how she's completely absorbed with her boyfriend and thinks of nothing else (we are 17). Anyone have friend issues they want to discuss or get advice on?

A lot of these remind me of other things I do. Witty comments definitely make me smile, more than most people. And puns. I'm a fan of puns, they blow my mind. Oh, of course I also smile when I hear especially biting insults. They're beautiful.

I can never contain smiles at some pretty random times. Yeah, I smile at normal happy things, but a few quirky things always seem to get me. For example, smiley faces in text form. If someone texts or IMs me a smiley, I smile like a fool. Which is awesome in public. Also, certain people ALWAYS make me smile. A couple are old friends I don't talk to much, and my closest friends make me smile most of the time even though they're really good at making me mad too. Predictably, when people compliment me or tell me they love me I beam as well. I still think the receiving text smileys one is the best though, since I always have to explain myself for it. How about everyone else, what can always put a smile on your face?

I used to only have the music from the CDs my family owned. I then began going to my friend's house to get music from her. All of her music is either from physical albums, purchased on iTunes, or taken off CDs from the library. I figured this was just as good as buying it, but really, taking music from my friend or from the library is still only coming from one source and ending up on many iPods. Now, I borrow music from that friend still and get pirated music at a different friend's house. I find a song I like free, YouTube the artist, and decide if I'll buy the album. I'm in with the people who support the artists they like best, and for those others I take one song from, I'm sorry if it means anything at all to them. I know all of us sharing that attitude can have a larger effect, but doesn't the artist want to affect as many as possible? I hope I'm not ruining anything for anyone. But I'm 17. Take that for what I intend to say, that I have only a little money to support the people I like best, or take it for I don't care because I'm young.

I was upset when I wrote this, as evidenced by the content, but it helped me figure put what I wa feeling and writing calms me down. The structure is odd with poems at the beginning and end and a rambling bit in the middle, but I'd like to see what people think of it. It's not you, it's me. I push you You push back And instead of getting back up I take another step back I dig the hole Jump in And yell at you from the bottom Acting like you pushed me Knowing you didn't And waiting for you To pull me out The dreams are just coming from someone with a sick sense of humor, mocking my every thought and giving me desires I'll never get, goals way out of reach, reasons for me to hate myself more, bringing me to tears when I taste reality. But if the people weren't spoon-feeding me the same things the dreams do, treating me like the baby I see myself as, if they'd just give me a spoonful of reality every so often - no, force-feed me, shove it down my throat - then I wouldn't be the baby anymore and I'd get over myself and stop thinking my opinions are right and understand the people I see now as idiots. If I didn't set myself as greater than, if I set myself as equal to - no, less than or equal to, or just less than - I'd look around better and see that the majority rules, they've gotta be right, I'm not smarter or even as smart as. I don't know anything except baby food and bottles, if I ate something substantial and drank straight alcohol, if I ran around with them in groups and partnered up and told myself things I see as mistakes were the right things to do, if I pushed harder, if I stayed quiet, if I did what I had to and then what I could do, if I did what I shouldn't do, maybe I'd make it. But probably not, because I'm me and they're them and I stepped into that hole and they ran up a mountain. I curl up Into that position I take Like a baby And instead of trying to get up I close my eyes I fall asleep Dreaming Screaming out from the pain Acting like I didn't ask for it When I know it's my fault And wishing I could be strong And stop waiting for someone To save me

Always. Do you like Ke$ha? What a sluuuutty drunk. But her music ish my guilty pleasure :)

*cries* I'm not big! FALSE. TPUM has a cat.

Granted, but your attic is composed of highly flammable insulation and wood. The firebreathing dragon sneezed. I hope nothing important was up there... I wish I was a baller. (since, upon receiving [garden tool] in HORSE basketball, it was established that I gotta be a [garden tool] 'cause I can't be a baller.

I wake up next to Carlos, my new feline partner in crime. (RIP Zoe, 1994-2010) Carlos is Mexican and good at stealing, since he is a ladrón. I tell Carlos "Yo quiero el queso" and he meows at me the way he does, and runs off with that mischievous twitch in his tail. The cheese chasers have been dormant long enough. This is not over, it will never be over, and I am prepared to continue this battle. Carlos brings me the cheese from wittyface and curls up nextto me again, purring.

Usually I just do the elementary school thing and hand out candy to my friends, since I've always been single. Most of my friends are single right now, only a couple have serious enough relationships where going out for Valentine's Day isn't slightly awkward. If you're in a new relationship, it almost seems like it'd be too formal to have a romantic night, and if you're newly single, V-Day might be depressing. As long as you're solidly single or in a relationship V-Day should be completely bearable, and I at least don't care about it, even as a female sucker for romance stories.

When people answer an "or" question with yes or no. Most of the time this happens with text messages and I guess people just read them fast enough that they don't pay attention to half the content anyway and only remember the end of the question. Also, lies, but that's almost a given. Sometimes I can understand why the person bothered to lie, but other times it's like WTF, you couldn't have just told me in the first place?! Now it's your fault you're explaining it all to me. Oh. And. When people don't lick the peanut butter off their knives when I'm doing the dishes. Just saying.

Well, if I were being serious, I'd probably take back a couple actions from when I was 12 that haunt me and not lie the way I do now. But this list, I'd play around with people a lot. I'd be nice to some, as stated that I want to please people - I am a pleaser. The ones that make me fake would be for the sake of attention, probably making up for my current deficit of attention from others. Killing people would relieve my anger I have now, much of which is towards myself. Telling people anything I wanted to in dreams would make up for my lack of courage now to tell the people I love the truth. But hey, it was a pretty random list I came up with, analyzing it will just tell what my subconscious was trying to get out :)

Many people have big dreams and aspirations in life, but a lot of people can't acheive their goals. People say they want a fresh start, but how would it work? Would you start again and make different choices? Or would you simply disappear from where you are now and start somewhere else, no strings attached (good movie unless with parents, first date, or third wheel on a first date)? I wouldn't go back and apply all I know now. I'd let go of everything and start fresh somewhere new and just do things differently. Here are some things I'd like to do with my fresh life: 1. Be beautiful. I'd be something worth staring at for good reasons and I'd make people envious of my fortunate supernatural looks. 2. Be older and have some things done. I'd skip a few years ahead, have a degree and good job and money and a valid ID showing an age that allowed me to live more. 3. Date a lot. By a lot, I mean tons of guys, somewhere to be every night, someone to buy me whatever I want even though I'd make more dough than him, a guy for dinner, a guy for lunch, a guy for movies, a guy to pick me up from the bar and not take advantage of me, a guy to stalk me and come take advantage of me as long as he'd cook breakfast. I'd have every man necessary for a full exciting life. 4. Not have a family. Nobody would worry too much or nag or require me to call. And I wouldn't ever have to bring a guy to meet the family, because that would waste time and could get messy. 5. Kill people. Dexter is the greatest show to air on television - I have learned what to do when killing people and how to hide it from the police. I've also learned how to live multiple lives and not be affected by emotion from Dexter. Also, I've learned what not to do when killing people from many episodes of Law and Order [sVU, CI included], Bones, Cold Case, CSI (Las Vegas only, the other ones suck), and the Saw movies. But maybe I'd apply some of the torture methods of Saw and clean it up like Dexter. 6. Be invisible. This would help with the killing deal, men, and whenever I need more cash to support my substance abuse habits. 7. Eat. A lot. Whatever I wanted, when I wanted, and not gain any weight. 8. Gym. I'd have amazing stamina and an amazing body already, but I'd go to the gym anyway. 9. Tan. I'd live near a beach, and when traveling, I could just fake tan. 10. Laundry. I'd have a ton of clothing for all the events I'd attend, a multitude of outfits for every occasion. 11. Get in a fight with one of the Jersey Shore girls. I'd prefer Sam, since she's the fakest one of the bunch. I can see it now: Jwoww laughing it up, Snooki and Deena looking concerned, MVP all making ridiculous schoolgirl-like "I can't believe this is really happening" faces, and Ronnie breaking it up, scolding Sammi for being a [bleep], dumping her, and sleeping with me. It'd happen. 12. Live in a big city. I'd travel whenever my mood would change anyway, but home base would be somewhere I could disappear (even though I'd be invisible anyway). 13. Have an iPhone. And I wouldn't use it like I'm using my iPod touch right now for my typing, because it's a stupid idea to type significant amounts of text with a handheld device. I'd type with my mind. 14. Roundhouse kick Chuck Norris. Nuff said. 15. Join the Smosh crew. I can make random lists perfectly well, and I proofread and avoid typos. Boom. 16. Become a YouTube superstar. I'd beat tween singing sensations and hilarious random partnerships and weird voice manipulators. 17. Take my kitten Carlos with me. Carlos is the one who only understands me - err, the only one who understands me. See, he'd get that. And he's Mexican, named after a character from The Hangover (quite possibly the most hilarious movie of the last year and beyond), orange, and has big balls. No, seriously, he does. It's weird. 18. Party with Ke$ha. Glitter, glow in the dark, autotune, my guilty pleasure is Ke$ha with all of her insanity. Really, we all wish we could have her life and get away with it. 19. Get laser hair removal for everyone who thinks hair is gross and shaving wastes time that could otherwise be spent doing more important things. 20. Tell everyone I know all the things I want to tell them through their dreams. Since I'd be gone, they wouldn't be able to do anything about any of it anyway, except change their lives and be better like I want them to be. I'm anything but brief. But what would you do?

Soon after the cheese was thrown away, Emily noticed Dedter had ran away crying about Danno's verbal abuse, to this, Emily reacted rationally: "Stupid emo nerd stole my he-- cheese! It's his fault! I now must give my full attention to stealing the cheese instead of some romanticized fantasy about a slightly helpful science geek!" Emily sat in a tree repeating this thought for about five weeks, hence this post (and the changing over of the cheese) being delayed so long. When Emily thought clearly, she went to wits' house, where wits welcomed her in. Wits immediately handed over the chess because she was paranoid that psycho would come to steal it. She was also bored of not having cheese to steal.

As everyone poofed away and only Emily and Dexter remained, Emily stumbled to the place where she threw the cheese to Wits, vomited, took a few steps in the opposite direction, and fainted. She went into another deep, dream-filled sleep like the last time she had come up with a plan to steal the cheese. Right when a new plan was becoming clear, Emily woke up to Dexter shaking her. "Excuse me, I was sleeping, what are you doing to me?" Emily was quite disoriented, and waking up in the middle of the dream startled her significantly. Dexter got a shocked look on his face at her anger. "I... you... I... you were shaking, what were you dreaming about? You were hyperventilating and shaking like someone was killing you! I... I was just trying to help!" Emily thought back to what she had been dreaming of. Had she been getting killed. She thought hard. She had been dreaming that she was at the top of a mountain, reached for the cheese... Maybe she had been dying. "Oh, thanks, maybe it was a nightmare. How long have I been sleeping?" "Quite a while now actually, you passed out after that one lady stole the cheese and then yeah you've been out since then, it's probably been 2 days almost, and I don't know why you passed out but --" "SHE HAS MY CHEESE? WITS TOOK MY CHEESE?" Emily did not remember this at all. The cheese is gone? What on Earth happened? The plan had been perfect, she hadn't been prepared for an attack though, but still, she would remember something that horrible happening! Dexter looked at Emily, very confused. "Of course she took the cheese, you told her you didn't want it and only wanted me, I was extremely flattered but then you threw up and fainted and slept for a couple days so I haven't been able to ask you about it at all--" Emily interrupted again. "I said THAT? I mean, wow, that must have given you ideas, and I don't want to break your heart or anything but was it really believable? Do I really seem like the type to give up what I have wanted for my entire life for someone I met a couple days ago? No offense, but I wouldn't give up the cheese completely at all... But I won't give you up either, but really how did I lose the cheese?" Dexter appeared to be disappointed, but tried not to reflect it in his voice. "Wits said something offensive to me about how I'm ugly, then you threw her the cheese in my defense. Then I told you, you fainted." Emily told Dexter that she's more defensive than she thinks sometimes and that she must have had something in her mind that made her act so quickly. She added that she isn't saying the cheese is more or less important, but she believes in the concept of a healthy balance. The two began walking towards a nearby oasis. Meanwhile, Wits stroked the cheese lovingly while sitting with her robo-lover. Danno and Neysa played in the desert. Psycho's soul and body suffered greatly. Emily knew she needed to act fast. Wits would be expecting her, but the attack needed to leave Wits wondering what had happened like Wits had done to Emily. Emily decided she was going to be simple and drug Wits. It would be easy, since anything that possibly could be eaten and taste good would appeal to Wits, even if it came from an untrusted enemy. Apparently Dexter is a master chef as well as chemist, so he baked a cake and drugged it for Emily. While he cooked, he asked Emily if he was ugly, which he isn't. Emily explained that Wits hadn't been wearing her glasses and needs them to see anything at all. When the cake was finished, Emily sent Dexter to deliver it to Wits while Emily snuck around the back of the house and located the cheese. Dexter rung the doorbell, and Wits immediately answered, wearing her glasses. "Who are you? And who is that cake for?" Wits noticed that whoever this man was, he was attractive, and had food. He was obviously worth trusting. "Oh, the cake's for you. And I'm Dexter, I thought you'd recognize me, you called me ugly--" "OHH, I wasn't wearing my glasses! No, you're pretty, and now you have food, come right in!" Wits smiled deviously because she was using Dexter for the tasty food he had and Dexter smiled deviously because the cake was poisoned. Emily went in the back, found the cheese in the fridge among regular cheese (what an original place to hide it), and hurried out, while Wits complimented Dexter on the cake. Dexter left a couple hours after giving Wits the recipe and making her another cake. Emily and Dexter met up again and ran off with the cheese, laughing at how simple that was.

I like my men like I like my plates, sometimes breakable but dishwasher safe! Sunlight

...it is highly addictive and wastes time you could be spending doing other things like eating or tickling people or ACTIVITIES! It's not smart to forget to wear a helmet because...

Pro: UV rays give tanness, which these days is admired Con: Except too much gives you cancer, and anyway in old times being tan meant you worked outside and were lower class. Being angry at people you care about when they're being stupid but not wanting to yell at them!

Emily, slightly confused by how quickly she had been fooled, went and sat in her room. Knowing that Psycho and Wittyface wouldn't leave without taking the cheese, she was surprised to see the lump under her pillow. She lifted her pillow, only to find one of her decoys, which was clearly only being held together by super glue. "Yeah right, like I'd fall for one of my own decoys, how dumb are they?" she asked herself, pulling the cheese chunk apart. Fatigue began to set in. The last few days, battling for the cheese, had drained Emily of all of her energy. The best thing for her to do then would have been to go steal the cheese again so she could sleep peacefully, but instead she grabbed a few sleeping pills and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Meanwhile, Psycho and Silver fought about where was the best place to destroy the cheese. Psycho, thinking rationally, decided it would be best to dispose of the now foul and stanky cheese on another planet. Silver thought it would be best to go put the cheese on Emily's house so Emily could never steal it again. "Uhh, Emily's never going to be able to steal it again anyway," Psycho told Wits, "because we are DESTROYING it! And anyway, destroying the cheese anywhere on Earth could make a large portion of the world uninhabitable and then we'd all perish as well!" "Yeah, but still, I think Emily should be blown up. She's smart and stuff, and she's only 16, so she has many years left to destroy the world, and if she took over the world she'd definitely sentence me to be her personal slave for all eternity!" Psycho sighed. This argument had been going on for about three hours now, and his logic wasn't getting anywhere. Besides, Psycho thought, the cheese isn't going to be destroyed anyway, this was only an excuse to get Wits to help him steal the cheese and put her trust in him. Psycho took a deep breath. "Well, my dear, if I may so call you. How would you feel if we sent Emily with the cheese to another planet to be destroyed? Then all your problems would be solved and we could perhaps finally have din-" Wits cut him off. "Can I interrupt? Thanks. I just want Emily gone because she gave me a piece of crap robot as my hubby and I just want a new one!" Psycho, now emotionally drained and rejected, calmly said "If I promise to get rid of Emily and build you a new robot, will you let me destroy the cheese somewhere else in the universe?" Wits, excited, exclaimed, "YES! That's all I wanted in this whole arrangement! Sounds amazing!" Psycho smiled on the outside, but now had to think of what he had to do to the cheese for real. As Emily's cheese-stealing friends had their discussion, the sleep medication wore off. Emily began having vivid dreams, which gave her brilliant ideas dealing with how she is to go about stealing the cheese next. She woke up, refreshed and ready to pursue the cheese once again. "Your robot is ready! And, I think I know how we'll get rid of Emily!" Psycho had fulfilled the tasks Wits had wanted him to do, so he was ready to get rid of HER and keep the cheese for himself. Psycho had decided that the only way for him to guarantee that he would have the cheese for himself was to destroy the other cheese-nappers, including Wits. Psycho sent his new transvestite robot to Wits to distract her while he created his spaceship to send off his enemies. "Enemies," he thought, "they're not really my enemies, more like frenemies. I like them. Except that Wits, she has never looked straight at me to notice all I want is HER. Well, if any of them are my enemies, it would be Wits and her robot. And perhaps Danno, his unnatural relations with Neysa are just too disturbing." Psycho continued working while Wits and her new robot pal, LEONARDO the Lover (Lame Excuse Of New And Really Disturbing Object the Lover), did unmentionable things together. From here, his tasks were easy. What Psycho didn't know was that Emily was preparing herself for battle with unprecedented weapons and methods. Emily sat up, yawned, and smiled. She reached for a decoy cheese she had set on her bedside table as a constant reminder of her quest for control of the cheese. She then lifted her pillow, revealing residous from the real cheese. She took her decoy, which was a perfect model of the cheese, and rubbed it in the remains of the real cheese. She then took a cotton swab, removed the rest of the Tetrodotoxin, and headed for a nearby laboratory. With the fake cheese and a sample of the chemical left by the real cheese, Emily entered the lab. Many scientists of all ages worked on projects: some involving mold growth, some involving DNA samples, some students practicing typing blood. Emily's attention was drawn to a young man who was way too attractive to be a science geek in the corner, working on a station with a sign above it that said "EVIL SCIENCE". Emily quickly walked towards the man and his station. "Well hello there, miss, you don't look like you could be working on anything evil," the young man said with a smile. Emily smiled back. "Is there anything I could assist you with today? You look like you haven't been exposed to anything evil whatsoever." Emily smiled again, and walked to a microscope next to him. "Actually, there is something, and you're correct, I'm not experienced in this field. I need to reproduce a sample toxin I found in... my house." Emily tried thinking quickly of a reason. "I think it was left there by someone, an ex of mine!" Full lies. "He spilled in my room and ruined all of my things. I intend to create more of the chemical and pour it all over HIS things, if you could help me." She smiled, and received a smile in return. "Well, I believe I may be able to help you. My name is Dexter, and I am an aspiring Nobel prize winner. For now though, I must work in a public lab. I can't wait until I have my own laboratory." Dexter pronounced laboratory in an interesting way. After stating his dream, he blushed. "In this public lab, I assist people with evil, only because usually evil people have a lot of scientific connections or money at their disposal. You appear to have neither though, but you seem to possess a certain charm and ability to be devious. I like you, I believe we will work well together." His smile distracted Emily for a moment, but she quickly returned her attention to the Tetrodotoxin. Dexter reached for it. "Is this the sample in question?" He reached for it and removed the swab from the bag. He then proceeded to look at it in a microscope. "Wow, this is amazing," he stated, "I can't figure out what substance this is. Do you have any clue?" Emily knew exactly what she was dealing with. She had spent years of her short life researching the cheese, dreaming of one day being its beholder. She had never imagined that she would be in such a battle to obtain it after having it so many times. She stopped thinking about her achievements and quickly told him no and that she had no experience in the area of chemistry other than the class she took at her high school. Dexter laughed and told her not to worry and that he could recreate it backwards and figure out what it was composed of. He then started doing his lab work and told Emily that he only needed one thing from her and he would do everything for her. "What is it that you need?" Emily asked curiously, wondering what this young scientist would want. She looked at him as he removed his goggles and saw his eyes, filled with passion and depth. She waited for his answer. "All I really need from you is to talk with me. I'm not suggesting anything... uhh, suggestive, just... Just someone to talk to. Nobody really cares for me." Dexter looked down, slightly embarrassed. Emily, confused, asked him if he was telling the truth. "Have you looked in a mirror? You're BEAUTIFUL, you're an aspiring world-class scientist, and your voice is deep and wonderful! You're full of insight and potential! If all you want is someone to talk to, I'd be HONORED!" Dexter laughed. "Nobody's ever said that about me, thanks. Since you've agreed to talk to me, I'd be glad to do your work," Dexter said, with rosy cheeks and a dashing smile. Emily matched his smile, and Dexter went right to work. As Dexter worked, the two talked for hours. Dexter told Emily about his rough childhood, constantly tormented by people who thought his wishes were ridiculous. Emily listened patiently and related things she had seen to parts of his story. The two laughed and bonded. Dexter hit a point in his story where he paused and asked Emily a question. "Are you really planning on using the product of my science to attack an ex-boyfriend?" Emily, feeling guilty for her pathetic lie, turned her head. "No," she said, "no I'm not. It's actually for a different and less glorious selfish purpose of mine. It's actually, well, it's hard to explain. See this chunk of cheese here?" She held up the decoy, which glowed a bit from the traces of the chemical she had previously smeared on it. "See this cheese?" Dexter, confused, said yes. Emily proceeded to explain that it was simply a decoy for the cheese she was actually pursuing. He listened attentively, similarly to the way she had listened to him, while he continued working with the Tetrodotoxin. He was nearing completion of his project. Emily told him of all of her past attempts to control the cheese and how every time she had lost the cheese, to worthy opponents. She paused to make sure everything could sink in. "I completely understand if you think I'm criminally insane and would like to splash that toxin on me right now and light me up. Except, of course, that might cause the world to end, which wouldn't be smart." Dexter laughed. "I would never do that, even though I've felt like completely ruining society sometimes!" He took a breath, and continued. "I completely understand why you wish to have the cheese so badly. I've wanted things that badly before, and I can relate to you. I'm embarassed to admit it, but I'm actually younger than I appear. I'm only 17, and the reason I spend all my time here is because my family rejected me. All I have to live for is my work in this lab. My dreams have driven me to completely change my lifestyle and grow up all too quickly. Your situation seems similar. You haven't been rejected, but you want something so badly that you will give up a lot of other things in its pursuit. Unlike me though, you have kept connections with your previous, simple life. I wish I could be like you." Emily noticed the sparkle in his eye and felt a slight bit of regret for talking to him so much. Her obsession with the cheese consumed her at times, and there was no way she could possibly continue following it without disappointing him somehow. For the slightest moment, Emily considered giving it all up to live normally again and be without the stress of constantly pursuing the cheese. Emily shook her head and knew she couldn't possibly give the cheese up. She then looked to Dexter and asked him something. "Dexter, you seem to be a wonderful person, and I feel so sorry that everyone has rejected you. But I can see that you understand that I live for the cheese, and seeing your pain makes my heart contract. Would you like to follow me in pursuit of the cheese?" Dexter turned around, removed his goggles and labcoat, and looked into Emily's eyes. The intensity of his gaze gave Emily chills, and she took a breath. "Yes," he said, "I would very much like that. With your strong skills with people and my interest and aptitude for the sciences, we'd make an unbeatable pair. Yes." Dexter smiled, breaking the intensity a bit and lightening everything. Emily smiled back, pleased that she could have everything she wanted all at once. Dexter put his goggles back on and told Emily the Tetrodotoxin was prepared. She prepared her decoy and whispered her plan to Dexter. He told her it was a perfect plan and would work certainly. The two exited the lab, decoy cheese prepared, ready for battle. Meanwhile, Psycho's spaceship was completed, and he had already placed Silver, LEONARDO, and Danno inside it, along with a few of his enemies from before he became consumed by the cheese. All he had left to do was to take Emily and get her on his ship. He used his cameras and spotted her, with Dexter, outside the lab, laughing. "Well," Psycho said to himself, "this shall be easier than I had previously thought. The girl's mind is off the cheese altogether, she's with a young man laughing. Certainly she won't see THIS coming." Psycho, who had previously planned to send robots to get Emily, decided that he was safe to get her on his own. He climbed into a replica Batmobile, and, feeling cool, drove off towards the lab. He knew it was easy from here on out. "You mean you fooled more experienced cheese-chasers with a mediocre replica previously? That's ridiculous! You're just too smart!" Dexter exclaimed, laughing. He and Emily were finished with a meal and ready to get the cheese. Headed towards Psycho's house, where Emily had guessed the cheese would be, the two continued on. However, Psycho, sitting in his car, intended to foil these plans. He glanced through his tinted windows at Emily. All of a sudden, his view was blocked by a policeman. "Sir, you do know that the car you are driving isn't state registered? Also, your windows are too dark, there is a limit to how tinted windows can be in Minnesota. May I see your license and registration?" The cop glared at Psycho, not at all amused at the fact that he was driving a cheap replica of a vehicle from a superhero show. Psycho scrambled for his license, but found nothing. He hadn't actually renewed his license for a number of years and was driving illegally, very illegally, and was angry at himself for neglecting to consider this before going for a joy ride. He was especially angry at himself for thinking this joy ride would be a simple victory lap to obtain his cheese. He sighed and stepped out of the car. As Psycho stepped out, Emily noticed him. She turned quickly and put up her hood even though she knew Psycho would know she was there anyway. Dexter asked what she was doing. "That guy, that guy back there, he's Psycho! As in, not literally... well yes, literally, and literally the guy who is constantly stealing the cheese from me and backstabbed me! He is my strongest opponent, my arch-nemesis, if you will." Dexter nodded, and Emily hurried. She knew that Psycho wouldn't have the cheese with him, but wondered why he would ever leave it alone either. Had he lost it? The only way to find out would be to go to his home and search for it. Emily and Dexter arrived at the house, and found the cheese quickly, replacing it with the decoy. "That was too easy," Emily stated, confused. She then discovered a large spaceship that had not existed the previous time she had entered Psycho's house. She walked into the ship, only to discover her other enemies strapped to chairs, including a new (and clearly transvestite) robot. Wits's and Danno's mouths were taped shut. Emily laughed and walked out to find the computer controlling this ship. She saw it was headed for a black hole somewhere at the edge of the galaxy, and laughed again, with a slightly evil tone. Dexter matched this and the two discussed what to do next. "Why don't you just go get that Psycho, bail him out of jail, and send him off to the black hole with the others? Problem solved, peace of mind for you, and possession of the cheese for quite a while until someone else decides to try to steal it from you!" Dexter proposed a sound plan. Emily considered, and answered: "Your plan is perfect. I can bail Psycho out, tempt him with his cheese, and tell him I'd like to help him get rid of everyone, as long as he doesn't send me off too. I'll tell him I have the cheese for now, but if the war is just between two of us, it'll be much simpler and we can possibly work out a deal. I'll just tell him that I won't mention his little mishap with the cops and let him avoid the embarassment. It'll be wonderful!" Emily was excited. Everything was in place. Emily and Dexter headed to bail Psycho out. They paid the small fine and laughed at him a bit before discussing his release. Emily agreed that if she could sent the ship off, she'd release him, and he'd leave her alone for a few days before trying to steal the cheese again. They shook on it. Dexter, who had been silent, introduced himself to Psycho and spoke with him about random things while Emily led them back to Psycho's house. The trio entered the house. Psycho explained the controls to the ship, and Emily prepared to send it off. Just as she began counting down, she had Dexter throw Psycho onto the ship. "So long, Psycho!" Emily shouted, feeling amazing about how well everything had turned out. The ship blasted off, carrying her enemies. Emily was left to be on Earth with the cheese and Dexter. Everything was working well. The ship carrying the unfortunate victims of Emily's amazing plan headed for the edge of the universe. Just as it passed Jupiter, a meteor struck it. The ship slowed so significantly that it was pulled by Jupiter's gravity and went into orbit. By this time, Psycho had freed himself and the others to walk within the ship. Now in orbit of Jupiter, instead of being in a black hole, the group had to figure out what to do. Emily was situated on Earth, in an environment calmer than she had experienced in a great while. She slept peacefully, cheese at her side, dreaming of the possibilities she now had of a peaceful and perfect life. Reality was on her side, thanks to her planning, the cheese, and the help of a wonderful scientist. All was almost too perfect.