aw, shit. i didnt know it would actually tag this @Alexander. lalala, dont mind me, people!
<3 ~Misty Killer

wait, wait. I'm cornfused. If this is a journal, why can random people read it? It's PRIVATE. Also, this site is making me pissed. I can already tell there are popular people and non-popular people, like @Alexander or whoever and etc. Oh, well. It's a social networking site. What did I expect? Ok, I really do need to run this time. Expect updates, bishes..... <3 ~Misty Killer

my day was, in a word, awful. well, I woke up in a good mood, but I forgot to wake my mother up and she wasn't AT ALL impressed, which caused a lot of yelling and arguing and eventually, a fast but still tardy ride to school. At school my friend Alex let me sip of of his coffee, but he neglected to tell me it was enchanted with Apendage-benefitting Juice, and since I don't have a dick to enlargen, it took effect on my hair, which started growing long, thick, and curly. A little bit would've been welcome, but over 3 yards? NOT a good idea. My teacher gave me a pass so I could get it chopped off, which at least meant I could skip the class, which was COW (Countries of the world). At lunch, I ate with Alex. He apologized for the hair incident, but I think he was just embarrassed that I found out the only reason he's so, erm, heavily endowed is because of the Juice/coffee concotion. At home, I fought briefly with my mother, then worked alittle on the story I'm writing (just started a new one! It's coming along nicely) and now here I am, on the computer which does not have sound nor half the screen (long and tedious story about how my father caught me watching Hentai when I was supposed to be doing my World Domination Techniques outline for an oral report. I know, I regret my decisions. Still, every kid's gotta watch Hentai sometime!). I need to go now, for my mother just yelled for me to bathe my little sister, as we're going to (UGH the door just slammed and I had a mini heart attack because I'm not supposed to know the computer password. Oh sweet Jesus...) dine out as soon as my father arrives from work. He builds mini barns. Okay, talk to you tomorrow, online diary thing.



ps.... really, are people gonna read this? If so, why am I giving out personal info? Ah well, I have shown symptions of the disease commonly known as "Idioticnessity" before. I blaim that. Until later, amigos! <3 ~Misty Killer