Randomness Born of Stress

Soo...haven't updated in a while. Seemed like I should. Umm...I study...a lot...and I don't have a life because of that. As they say here at Bryan, I'm dating my Physics book. I like physics. I don't like mathemeticians. They are weird. And stikingly illogical. At least the ones in my class...are...illogical. I cannot form proper sentence structure anymore. I am tired. And stressed.
You should go here if you are so bored you are checking my blog. Watch the egg song. Apparently everything in Korea is as sickeningly cute as that. I think that the fruity-oaty bar comercial from Serenity is going to have some competition for Weirdest Anime Song That Gets Stuck In My Head All The Time (WASTGSIMHATT). I am starved for amusement I think. I am resorting to having WASTGSIMHATT competitions.
Emerald and my snail, Zorro, died last week. I don't know why, but I have a suspician that Rainbow had a fin in it. I think that I want to go back to my original plan of having a school of Neon and Cardinal Tetras, but I'm afraid that Rainbow might kill them all. I'll probably have to resort to getting Mollies again. Rainbow liked them. He's such a troublesome little murderer I mean fishie. So... I'm going to watch the egg song again. The sickening cuteness has some strange and perhaps evil hold over me.

YESSSSS!!!!! I'm cool.

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few. But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky. Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

What about Donnie Darko?

Mwahahahahaha

Well, that was fun. People may call me weird, and they have, but can I help it if I have a healthy sense of mischief and an overactive imagination? Just look at my parents. And if you think that my mother is not mischievious, spend some time with her when she is sleep deprived and working an Awana event.
It is nice to know that I can rely on my friends to help me out when I need help with my master plans. They do it in a timely manner as well.
Well that's super fun. I just get an air matress delivered for our Presidential weekend guest to sleep on. Poor child. She has to stay with Ashley and me. I hope she likes Batman. It's funny though. When I came for Presidential I didn't get an air mattress...
I think that I am going to have to leave my room now to prevent myself from giving it to the temptation to bounce on the mattress until it pops. Hmmm...perhaps it's true...I am turning evil.