Because, really, what's the difference (if you think about it enough)?
I should probably get a hobby. Any suggestions? (Disclaimer: I have no talent at photography, sadly. Believe me, I've tried.)
Writing is embarrassing. It's kind of like letting other people peek at your internal organs, except sometimes you lie about it and dye them purple or something to make them more exciting beforehand.
I've passed Careers and also Civics, probably, but am rather more doubtful about my upcoming piano exam.
I need to get out more. Somebody take me somewhere. ._.;
Oh, and I watched Despicable Me yesterday! It was good, although I admit I liked the beginning the best. The minions were pretty cute, but 3D kind of makes my eyes hurt.
My everyday life is kind of boring, isn't it? I should host a party and upload some pictures, or something. I heard that's all the rage nowadays.
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So I met a guy whom I will call Smile online yesterday. He is apparently from England, apparently seventeen and kind of cute, and apparently a stoner. He also has some knowledge of Pokemon and apparently played the original Gold.
Unfortunately, he calls himself "depressive" and seems as easily impressed as everybody else. On the plus side, he gave me ten brownie points and told me about his textured wallpaper and pet traffic cone.
The traffic cone was kind of odd.
Since he admitted to having sociopathic tendencies and shows some common slip-ups in his presentation of himself online, he's most likely a normal, sane person who just happens to have a pet traffic cone and writes on his wallpaper in permanent marker.
Otherwise, he's a really fucking smart sociopath.
I love the Internet.
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