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Monday, October 22, 2007


Hey, any of y'all got a Project Playlist account? Is so, please add me to your buddy-list. (My username is PattyCakez_the_hobo.)

Anyway, um, not much going on right now. I'm going to have my confirmation in November so that's gonna be cool.
Oh, and I got dissed by my math teacher for the most stupid reason you can imagine today. You see, we're doing a sort of pre-algebra thing where we have to replace the variable with the missing number. And to find the missing number, the frivolous bitch known as Ms.Bender wants us to do this waste of time titled "Inverse Operations." And that's the ONLY method she's allowing us to use, even though I know a much easier method that's just as accurate. And when she saw this method, she said "this doesn't make any sense!" despite the fact that the 2 ways always contain THE.EXACT.SAME.DAMN.EQUATION and are therefore almost EXACTLY ALIKE!!!! '''ToT
Gawd, teachers are stupid. Damn tyrants...'''-__-
Anyway, I'm exhausted, so please just shut and be amused by this bit of randomness.

Once upon a time, on a tour-bus belonging to the hit Alternative Rock band Mobile Fallout Shelter, in a land far, far away (A.K.A. Kyoto, Japan)...

Jason Wenterz: *hums theme to Mission Impossible as he sneaks into Yuki's room, equipped with an arsenal of eye-make-up and other rockstar grooming implements*

Robert(manager of Mobile Fallout Shelter):*lifts head off of pillow lethargically and faces Jason* Jay...? Dude, what are you doing up already? it's 3-o'---ing clock in the morning!
Jason:Ehhhhhhhhh? "Jay," you say? me no Jay! Me is h Eduardo.*starts babbling in fluent Spanish*'^.^
Robert: *blinks sleepily* Jason, I know it's you.
Jay:^o^ Ehheh, sorry, no Englace.
Robert:*sighs* '-__- Whatever. Just don't blow up a historical monument like you did last time. *rolls over and goes back to sleep*
Jason: *tip-toes the rest of the way into Yuki's room and slinks up to her bed with an evil grin* Hold still, Yu'kan'Uke.... This won't hurt a bit. *raises stick of eye-liner ominously and then pounces on bed*
[INSERT EPIC, 5-minute-long POWER-STRUGGLE BETWEEN JASON, HIS IMPLEMENTS OF GLAMOROUS TORTURE, AND YUKI HERE]
Jason:*continues to mercilessly wreak havoc with immense variety of beauty products*BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I TOLD YOU, YUKI!!! I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU CONTINUED TO DEFY THE GODS OF GLAMOR AND CELEBRITY IMAGE, YOU'D FEEL THEIR WRATH!!!! AND NOW, YOU ARE!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Yuki, about 10 feet away from where Jason is attacking: *blink, blink* I am? O_O
Jason: *freezes in mid-attack* Wait... Yuki, if YOU'RE over there... Then who's...? *looks down at Yuki's bed for the source of all the screams that've been filling the air for the past 5 minutes to find a heavily made-up, super pissed off-looking Brent* Oh, hey, man.'''^^ Ya know, no offense, but that shade of blush REALLY doesn't go with that lip-stick.
Brent:....-___-.....
[INSERT R-RATED SCENE OF EXTREME GORE HERE]
10 minutes later....
Yuki: *is curled up in fetal position, rocking back and forth in a corner, permanently traumatized for life from all the violence* 0,0 Oh, dear Gawd... I'll never be able to look at a curling iron the same way ever again....


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