First off, happy birthday Ryou, but I kind of hate you now.
Second, happy pi day.

I saw Alice in Wonderland yesterday for the second time, but this time I saw it in Imax.
It was absolutely FANTASTIC.

I've been addicted to the most unmanly game in the history of games and I DEMAND THAT YOU PLAY IT AT ONCE
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Yeahhh.

I wrote a narrative essay for English about a week ago, and the topic was something that you experienced or remember.
I couldn't think of anything interesting to write about for myself, so I asked the teacher if I could do it in someone else's point of view.
She said that it would be fine, so I went to town with that fucker, I spent two classes writing it, just creeping in the back of the room with my notebook.
It was in the point of view of Darren, and I guess I went kinda overboard...?
He got kicked out of his house and then gave a brief summary of his life, what his parents were like, why they were like that, and all the shit he's gone through, and then he ended up at the park he pretty much lived at and slept in one of those creepy plastic tunnels.
It doesn't sound like much, but the way I wrote it, I guess it was.
Anyway, Ms. Kneeland apparently forgot that she said I could write it in the point of view of someone else, and she sent it down to guidance.
I got called down there the next English class and my guidance counselor was all "did this actually happen? Are your parents actually like this?" Which really pissed me off, because he knows me fairly well, and he knows that my parents aren't like that.
So I spent about fifteen minutes down there talking about it and convincing him that it wasn't real, and then went back to class.
The next class, as I was on my way out, Ms. Kneeland stopped me as I was about to walk out the door and started freaking out, saying that she completely forgot that I asked if it could be more like creative writing, and that she was like ._. when she read it, and I was kinda just standing there awkwardly while she was apologizing with people walking by and probably creeping our "conversation".
Anyway, I got the paper back and it said 100 at the top, so I shoved it in my bag and don't really want to have much to do with it anymore. xD

Bahh, overheating under only two blankets and a sheet, I'm probably sick again.

Kbai I'm gonna go kill some starfish now.