Fanfiction

Remember Surrealness? Whatever happened to that? Damn me and my short attention span...

I've decided to write a fanfiction. Of this have made up my mind. Now, what to write about? That's a problem. I kind of want to write a dark comedy about Captain Jas. A. Hook and a girl called either Pattoo or Wilhelmina. Then again, I was fantasizing about a possible fanfiction involving Viktor Krum, Gregory Goyle, and a girl called Lola Fitzpatrick (fondly called Fritz). Then again, it is rather tempting to put the story of Severus Snape and Tabitha Hawthorne down on paper...

I'm totally serious.

Anyway, I think I'll start them all, then decide which one I like best. When I do, I (tentatively) promise to make a blog dedicated to my fanfiction.

Uhm...

Gender Bender

I can't do drugs or alcohol. I feel like they would warp my already crazy party high. I get so high just off of the party vibe. I don't care if I make a fool of myself. I don't care what people think. I'll dance, laugh, and rave as I please, thank you.

Upperclassmen are overrated. I hope I'm not like that. Promise that if I ever am in anyway condescending or turn up my nose at a lowerclassmen, that you will slap me. It's stupid. I respect that they're older and that they have seniority. I'm not desputing that. But respect and fear are two different things. I refuse to be one way because you don't like me.

That goes for everyone.

Stick that in your juice box and suck it.

On a lighter note, I must say that Richard was rather fectching in my purple dress. I'm not sure how well I passed for mafia, but it was fun. A lot of people left and that made me sad, because this was arguably one of the best dances. I wish people had given it a chance.

Uhm, why are Kyle Chakos' legs better than mine? Not fair.

Stupid People

You're all sheep.

What right have you to give me (or anyone else for that matter) a death sentence? It will end when it ends. Period.