Tuesday, January 13, 2009
T.W.A.T. @ 2:05 PM
Okay, so it's the last day of computer class, and since we all know 60% of my blogs come
from computer class, I think it's time I said goodbye formally. I really don't want to, but I have nothing else to do.
*clears throat*
Dear computer No. 11:
You've been so kind to me these past nine weeks, always ... turning on and ... working. I must say it was fun working with you, even though this class was boring as shit. No offense and all. All I mean, I learned Excel and whatever, I know, but eh. I also think it's cool that you helped me cheat with Andrew and Chloe. Because if I had to do all that work myself ... I wouldn't have. :]
I love you computer. I hope the next person who has you is not a dick to you and appreciates your awesomeness. I also want to thank you for being on the left side of the room so Mrs. Corbin couldn't tell what I was doing; our numerous flash game adventures mean so much to me. I will always hold you dear in my heart.
Love Always,
Angelica.
Dear Mrs. (or Ms. whatever) Corbin:
I hate you.
kthxbai.
Ah. Doing nothing. I'm going to go play Snake now. Screw you guys. >:[
Labels: a, dick., IS, my computer, teacher
Monday, December 8, 2008
well. @ 1:59 PM
Ender's Game is just about one of the best books ever. D:
Well you know, it's pretty awesome. >:T
:]
"How many times have you read this book?"
"Oh, just this once..."
"I've read it 7 times."
"..."
Lawl.
Labels: ender, homeboi, IS, my
Saturday, October 4, 2008
54. @ 11:52 PM
54 pageviews.
Half of those are probably from me anyway.
But I wonder, who are the other 27 people who clicked on this and I wonder if they even read it. There's like no comments on here, and I kind of like that because this is kind of a diary if you will, which is pretty much an oxymoron since it's completely public.
But yeah. Just wondering.
And if you happen to come across my page and are not terribly busy, a comment would be appreciated.
:]
Labels: IS, LIFE, MEANING, OF, THE, THIS
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.