DDDDDD:

I quit.

Sata Andagi.

DDDDD:

15 days and counting.

Dango.

Daikazoku.

I'm going to Japan.

Really.

In July.

|DDDDD

DDDD:

It's been 10 days.

I am not inclined to finish it until I feel like it.

D|

I'm dead for geo.

So very, very, very, very, very, very dead.

Dx

... At least I got some work done today.

... Prepare for apocalypse tomorrow.

... It would be sad if it actually was an April Fool's joke.

... Then again, it would also be sad if it wasn't. For the people who thought it was a joke, anyway.

For people like me who are paranoid and crap, it won't be a problem.

Unless it actually is a joke.

In that case it would be a problem.

D|

Good night.

Hercules beetles are cute.

Fandi should be an entomologist. |D

Or maybe that should be me.

I dunno.

|P

Sleep-deprived.

Good night.

Pikanyaa.

Oh dot oi.
|D

Just a bit of random crap floating around in my head.

... I was unproductive today. How unfortunate.
D|

はい~ おたんじょうび おめでと ございます, Adam~ |D
... an early one anyway.
Hehe.
How fitting.
|D

-shot-

はい, はい, I realize that I have next to no Chinese pride, buuuut...
D|
... those emoticons are fun to use.
|D
Hehe.

Platina finally works on my DS. |D
-throws confetti-

... What does confetti actually look like?
|O
Have I ever thrown it before...?
...
|O
しらない.

お, そうか.

In response to Nalini's comment - そう...? |D
Hehe, jksjks. |3

In response to Richard's comment - MAYBE. There is a meeting tomorrow, and Mr. Lew will give us his FINAL VERDICT.
... or something.
|3
Basically; we don't know yet.

Lalala.

I should probably blog in えいご nao... ですか? |P

... |D

Hehe, bai-ni.
-copies Akira-

Hula dancing. o.o

MR. LEW HULA DANCED.

It was really kind of hilarious.

xD

In response to Richard's comment - Oh. Well in that case, should I knock you out or something?

... Nah, too lazy.

In response to Sarah's comment - Fine. Go be emo in your little corner drawing pictures of Nicky's (old) hair on the wall <-- no wait, that's Andrea. And/or Nalini. Mah bad.

We gots gold at MusicAlive (well, supposedly anyway, according to Angie's post), and we all screamed so loudly in sheer excitement (well, not really; I screamed partially because I like screaming) that Mr. Lew made an odd facial expression. Mr. Lew was generally hilarious today.

xD

I wonder what it would be like if Mr. Lew didn't tell Wendy's in advance that we were coming.

Staff: -is doing their usual work-
-suddenly fifty midgets students who are (mostly) in dress clothes come stomping in-
-students form a gigantic line behind the counter-
Staff: ............. Uhm, may we help you...? o__O;;;

:D

That would actually be really funny.

... I refuse you, work.

... Rach is turning into a lazy ass.

That is not good. Rach is sinking down to Nalini's level.

... Waitwhut.

o_O;;

That cannot be.

-GOGOGOSUPERRACHTURBOMODE-

-copiesrichardskindofconfusingwayofwritingoutactions-

-icantevenreadthisproperlymyselfunlessilookreallyclosely-

-thelackofspacesandapostrophesbothersme-

-ew-

-anywayciao-

Hooray.

It's back-to-school timeee~

... That may or may not be a good thing.

I am inclined to say that the cup is neither half full, nor half empty; rather, 50% of its capacity is occupied.

Ha, optimist-pessimist test, ha.

...

...

...

Ohyeah. I just remembered Angie's scolding a few months ago and her forbidding me to dot excessively. And I'm not sure that was correct grammar.

... I just spelled "grammar" as "grammer". GG me.

... I can't believe I still use that term. o.o

Actually, what I can't believe even more is that my dad still uses that term. Occasionally.

Like father, like daughter.

GG.

xP

Uhm, lessee. I'm attempting to learn piano but kind of failing. Oh, but not really. I CAN PLAY HALF OF DANGO DAIKAZOKU WITH BOTH THE MELODY AND THE HARMONY, AND I CAN PLAY THE OTHER HALF WITH THE MELODY AND THE HARMONY SEPARATE, BUT NOT TOGETHER (which is actually kind of fail in itself, if you think about it :/).

But this coming from a person who has never taken a single piano lesson in her whole puny life... is rather amazing.

To me, at least.

And no, I'm not being narcissistic.

... Why do I keep saying that.

And why do I usually refuse to make eye-contact with people when I talk.

In Van language: "Self-confidence issues; Rach can has them nao."

In Rachel language: "I suck."

Being my own online translator is funnnn. 83

... Rach does not know what she is talking about right now.

o.o

Rach will shut up nao.

Bye.

Finallyyyyy. o.o (RCII P11)

Part 11 is a whopping five pages on Word, in size 8.5 Verdana. Personal record, right there.

Although you can tell it's complete BS and not proofread. ._.

Oh well. I magically managed to make the deadline. 8DD (Barely, but that's beside the point.)

-promptly dies-

PS. It was originally going to be longer, but I figured, what the hell, it's long enough. >.>


Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 11

“Rachel, what’s going on out there?”

Looking at her friends in panic, Rachel frantically wracked her brain for a way to distract her roommate.

“Oh! Uhhh, nothing!” she yelled nervously back at Alyssa, who had given up fighting with the cupboard door. “Nothing at all! Ehehe!”

“You sound really convincing there,” Richard commented, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Shut up!” Rachel retorted. “And don’t use that tone of voice with me, young man!”

“I’m older than you.”

“Old man! Whatever!”

“Are you sure nobody’s out there?” Alyssa asked again with skepticism.

“Uh, of course not! I was talking to...” She looked around wildly. “Mich! Yeah, I was only talking to Mich! Nothing abnormal here. Haha... hahaha...!”

Mich gave her a dirty look, mildly offended that Rachel pretended to call her an old man.

“You are a horrible liar,” Richard whispered from below.

A swift kick in the shin effectively shut him up.

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“Hahahaha, do it again!”

“Okay, okay, wait...”

“...”

“... They’re not picking up.”

“Damn!”

“Oh well, it was funny the first time!~”

“Bwahaha yeah!”

“Ahahahahahahahahaha!”

“You wanna prank call someone else now?”

“How about the girls?”

“Ew, no!”

“You pervert!”

“What’s so ‘ew’ about that?”

“They’ll like, be all weird!”

“Lolwhut?”

“Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Yuedi, what are you doing?” Van demanded, wrenching Yuedi away from the handle of the door.

“Trying to break in, what does it look like?”

“Why?”

“I told you,” Yuedi said impatiently, “I wanna find some hot guys to rape.”

Van rolled her eyes. “Well, suit yourself, but I can tell you that there are a total of zero hot guys in that room. At least, I think so – I forgot who Jason’s roommates were. Oh, and Jason himself would be a very... difficult rape victim, to say the least.”

“How do you know Jason’s in there?” Nalini wanted to know.

“I recognized his voice,” Van replied with a shrug.

“Ooh,” Nalini said, a sly look in her eyes. “Jason is a special person to you, isn’t he?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” came the response, as well as several rapid-fire punches to the arm. Van continued talking, casually ignoring the thing that was howling in pain in front of her. “It’s because I was in his class for two years and interact with him on an almost-daily basis. Oh, and Nalini,” she added shrewdly, “you’re not exactly one to talk, considering the present circumstances...”

“VAN!” Nalini immediately screamed, flushing. “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

“I’m talking about you and Ni-”

“SHUT UP, DON’T SAY IT!!”

“Stop yelling, you’ll attract everyone’s attention.”

Nalini chanced a nervous glance at Nicky, who was glaring at her in utter annoyance. My life is over, she thought miserably, her heart sinking.

Van rolled her eyes and raised her fist to punch her a second time, but suddenly stopped when she heard David’s voice over the bawling.

“Yuedi?? What are you doing here?!”

Yuedi stared at David.

David stared at Yuedi.

David’s roommates also stared at Yuedi.

Van stared at all of them in horror.

(Nalini was still wailing in the background.)

Jason opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, Van snapped into action.

She grabbed the book, which was hanging loosely in Yuedi’s hand, and flung it into the room, silently praying for it to hit its intended targets.

It hit its intended targets.

As the book soared back to its owner, the four occupants of the room collapsed onto the (admittedly quite dirty) carpet, their skulls sporting a single, throbbing bump where the blunt edge of the book had clubbed them.

However, unlike her three companions, Van wasted no time marveling at this sight. She grabbed Yuedi and Nalini by the wrists and dragged them away from the door, kicking it shut before she went.

“What the hell were you doing!” Van hissed as she tugged her female companions further down the hall. (She didn’t tug Nicky because it would be awkward. He reluctantly tagged along anyway, so she didn’t really need to.)

“Van, why’d you do that?” Nalini asked in puzzlement, feeling a bit weird as a girl half her size hauled the two of them along.

“Because if we’re found out, we’re in serious shit,” Van replied grimly, stopping at another glossy, white door. She leaned in and strained her ears for any sign of occupation, and, hearing none, jammed the edge of the book into the card slot. There was a soft click, and a tiny green light appeared above the metal handle.

“Come on, we’ll hide in this room. It’s lockable and stuff, so we won’t be discovered.”

“But why can’t we be discovered?” Yuedi asked, not bothering to hide her disappointment as Van dragged them all into the room (including Nicky this time, because he looked very unwilling to spend the night sharing a room with three girls, two of whom he did not particularly enjoy the company of).

“Because,” Van explained in exasperation, slamming the door behind them, “people will be all weird and stuff if they discover that there are two of me crawling around this hotel. And they will also be weird if they see you guys here, because they’ll think you somehow snuck onto the coach bus or something.”

“But if our... other selves are back at home,” Nalini piped up, “won’t that prove that theory wrong then?”

“That would be even worse!” Van shot back. “How do you think they’d react if there are two of us in two different places at the same time?”

“Oh, they’d like, put us on the news or something, of course.”

Nalini collapsed onto one of the beds in pain as she was punched for the second time that night.

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“Hey, Pikachu.”

No response.

“Pikachuuuu...”

Still no response.

“Pikachu! Piiiiikaaaaachuuuuuu!!!”

Still no response.

“OI, STUPID YELLOW RODENT!”

Zap.

“You didn’t need to send 5000 volts of electricity through me,” Rachel grumbled, running a hand through her crisp, burnt hair.

“Well I’m sorry if you screamed a lame insult in my ear; I was quite mentally occupied at the time,” Pikachu, who was sitting on her shoulder, retorted sarcastically, not taking his eyes off of the shops on the other side of the street.

“With what?” Rachel demanded, following the Pokémon’s gaze and seeing nothing of interest.

“With that cute little mouse in that building over there,” Pikachu said dreamily. Rachel squinted through her glasses, guessing that he was talking about the “かわいいペットショップ”, and sure enough, a tiny grey mouse was sitting in a cage at the display window.

“Poor girl,” Pikachu murmured, and Rachel sighed, glancing over her shoulder at her friends in hopes of finding someone more interesting to chat with. Behind her, Mich and Fandi seemed to be arguing about something. Rachel managed to make out Mich’s indignant voice saying, “I’m giving you muscles!” and Fandi’s also-indignant voice replying, “For the last time, punching people does not give you muscles!” before she sweatdropped and turned back around.

Further behind the arguing pair was... another arguing pair. Passerby cast strange and mildly disapproving looks at Angie and Sarah, who both relentlessly staked their claims that their guy was hotter than the other. Angie refused to believe that the ninja – or anyone else, for that matter – could be any more awesome than her beloved Skye, but Sarah insisted on defending her ninja, spazzing quite loudly while she was at it.

Thankfully, the pair behind them was not arguing... not really, anyway. It was more like a one-sided argument, with Dana ranting to Andrea about random topics related to Naruto, while Andrea nodded absentmindedly, pretending to listen while actually scanning the streets frantically for any sign of her missing Hibari.

Suddenly, her eye caught a small, bright yellow spot hovering on the other side of the road.

“Hibird!” she shouted, immediately dashing off to follow the bird, who was beginning to fly away.

“And you know, Itachi and – hey, Andrea!” Dana stopped mid-sentence and yelled out after her companion as the latter abruptly bolted. “What are you doing?!”

Unfortunately, by the time Dana reached the middle of the road, she was forced to jump back as a huge bus roared past her. Ignoring the concerned shouts from people behind her, she looked around wildly, and realized with a sinking feeling that she lost sight of Andrea.

“Hey! Hey guys!” Dana ran back to the group, trying to shout over their voices but kind of failing. “Guys, Andrea just ran off – GUYS! Stop ignoring me!” she wailed.

Ironically, she was promptly ignored.

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Andrea stood on her tippytoes, cursing herself for not being tall enough to see over the crowd, even with all the short people in Japan. She squinted and suddenly spotted Hibird again, fluttering impatiently a few meters in front of her. She started running... and running... and running, her eyes fixed on the tiny, yellow creature that was flying farther and farther away...

She was so intent on following Hibird that she didn’t pay attention to what was in front of her and promptly crashed into a large brick wall. Hibird flew on over the wall, and Andrea yelled out in disappointment, jumping and thrashing about like a maniac. She finally decided walked along it, hoping she could go around it, but after a few minutes gave up and flopped onto the ground, wailing like a small child.

“HI!”

Andrea looked up to see a rather short, very Asian-looking girl standing in front of her, a large wooden hammer slung over her shoulder.

“... Who the hell are you?” Andrea asked. The girl didn’t bother hiding her offense.

“D0 N07 D4R3 1N5UL7 M3H!!11! PH34R M33, BCUZ I 4M T3H 4W3SUM 4M11-CH4N 0F D00M!!!11”

“...”

“Nah, I kid, I kid,” Amy said, waving a dismissive hand. “But still – PHEAR ME.”

“Why? Just because you have a hammer?” Andrea scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup.”

Andrea couldn’t help but laugh. However, her amusement quickly vanished when something large and solid clobbered her on the skull.

“What the fuck was that for?!” she yelled, one hand on her throbbing head and the other balled up into a fist, ready to punch the other girl.

“For being a jackass,” Amy replied simply, flicking her hair nonchalantly behind her shoulder. “Oh, and if Sandy were here, she would be after your blood by now.”

“I know that,” Andrea muttered, recalling Sandy’s, er, very strong opposition to swearing.

“Anyway,” Amy continued as if nothing had happened, “need some help with that wall?”

“YES,” Andrea immediately agreed, snapping back to attention as she remembered what she was doing there in the first place. She needed to find her Hibari!

“Fine. Stand back.”

Andrea complied without protest, and watched in amazement as Amy shattered the wall in a single swing of her hammer.

“I know you’re trying to hide your utter astonishment at my awesomeness, so don’t even bother,” Amy said calmly, twirling the hazel-coloured handle expertly in her fingers as the mahogany bricks crumbled into dust in front of her.

“... Fuck you,” Andrea muttered as she sprinted past her. Amy blinked and started to give chase.

“What the hell happened to ‘thank you’?!” she shouted as she caught up to Andrea. “Geez, lack of manners much?”

“Who cares about manners?” Andrea shot back, rolling her eyes. “I just want my Hibari!!”

Amy stared at her. “You mean, you’re going to the anime thingy too?”

Andrea slowed down slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What? Anime thingy?”

“Yeah,” Amy repeated, panting slightly from catching up to the rabid Hibari fangirl. “Apparently something happened and a bunch of anime characters – like, REAL characters, not cosplayers or whatever – are gonna gather at that temple up there.” She pointed to the very decrepit-looking building looming in front of them.

“And you would know this how...?”

“I have my sources.”

“That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Well,” Amy sighed, “it’s a long story... you sure you wanna hear it?”

“... Not really.”

As they approached the temple, a strange uneasiness filled Andrea’s mind.

Are you sure you should be following this dangerous girl into a dangerous place... just for Hibari Kyouya? a tiny voice – her conscience, Andrea guessed – piped up. Andrea stubbornly shut it out. Hibari Kyouya was worth it! And besides, she reasoned, the circumstances can’t be that life-threatening, right?

Oh how wrong she was.

DDD:

... That's it. Imma gonna hafta miss the deadline.

x.o

-nomotivation-

-doesnotwanttowrite-

x__o

DD:

Ohshit the thing is due today.

D:

D:

D:

-runs off to crapify the next chapter-

And this is what you get for procrastinating.

D:

D:

D:

D:

"I met a pretty girl last night. Blonde, I think. I couldn't tell - her hair was on fire. She was one of those, you know. Always talking about herself - me, me, me. Help me. Put me out."

xD

Watched Pink Panther 2 last night. It was hilarious.

Random ninja people: WHAT'S THE PASSWORD?? >O
Dreyfus: AHH! I - I DON'T KNOW!!
Clouseau: AHMBARGAR! >:D
Random ninja people: -leaves-
Dreyfus: The password was hamburger??
Clouseau: No. Ahmbargar.
Dreyfus: I said hamburger.
Clouseau: No, you said ahmberrgar.
Dreyfus: Ambargurr?
Clouseau: Ahmbarghdar.

Clouseau: (to the Pope) Ah. You are very spiritual, yes? 8D
Pope: ... o_O
Clouseau: Yes, I thought so. You see, it is my job to read people. I think I am very good at it.

Woman: How is the case coming?
Clouseau: Let me bring you up to speed. We know nothing. You are now up to speed.


Still no new chapter, I'm afraid. Writer's block attacks. Dx