WARNING:
This rant will be totally annoying and may possibly end you up in a mental institute. Some things written may be taken as offensive, but were not intentionally written as such. The following rant nor it's author or the author's friends or acquaintances can be held responsible for any mental health issues or an acquired taste for loud rock music to it's readers. Readers may begin to realize the pain of others has become funny to them. Readers may comment as they like, as long as any comments are not offensive to the author, the author's friends or acquaintances. Viewer's drowning in hate for these people is predicted.
SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY I'm soooooo sorry I wasn't online for forever, and that I haven't uploaded in forever, I really need to stop getting in trouble. Maybe if I stop getting calls from the cops, I won't get blamed for every little thing... what?
So anyways, this once again isn't really a rant, more of an apology. Notice how much that happens, me just saying stuff, never truly ranting or getting angry about things I write about unless it's really important. DAMMIT I hurt my pinkie. See, I'm always getting hurt by inanimate objects, everyday. I swear, once, last year, I was doing a group presentation in school and I bumped my head on the wall phone. Also last year I tripped continuously. And bumped into stupidly arranged desks and chairs and staircases and doors and walls. This year I tripped on the stairs to my pod so many times. I mean c'mon! Why ya gotta be hatin' on me?!
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Sorry, guys, my failed attempt at talking urban. Won't happen again. Anyways, hey that was rant like, wasn't it? Yeah, it was. So I guess that's good. Anyways, who wants to hear the latest news in the life of me? No one? Everyone? Oh, well, whoever wants to hear it, here it is: I'm auditioning to Canterbury High School. It's an arts school in my city and I decided to try and get in. It's not the only one I'm auditioning for, there's also a french arts school, but I'm hoping to get into Canterbury because I have busing there and both schools are kind of on the other side of the city. Yeah. So anyways, yeah, I want to get in because I'm hoping that if I have classes in school that actually focuses on the things I want to do in life, maybe life would quit buggin' me... forget that. I want to get in because I've wanted to get into a school like this all my life, plus if I go to an arts school, it'd be easier to find a good university to go too. Coolio. Haha, that's such a lame word.
Anyways, other than that, you guys know how my birthday passed last Wednesday? Yeah, well I didn't get anything yet but my mom promised me a Pandora bracelet and I'm most likely getting it today. Isn't that awesome? I've had an awesome birth week so far, and I really love how nice everyone's been (other than my brother, who's been mean other than one barely audible happy birthday back on the exact date of my birth, while I was rushing out the door to school). Thanks again anyone who reads this, it mean you haven't abandoned me because of how slowly I upload chapters.
P.S. I just remembered something related to the uploads, that you might not like. I've decided uploading long chapters is really difficult for my short attention span, unless people aren't kinda half-waiting for me to finish it. So I've decided to write short, 2-3 page chapters instead. If the next chapter I upload is short, don't be all, oh, forget this, and ditch me. I will upload another chapter in less time. Thanks again to those who understand!
Have an awesome day, everyone! Eat some pie, e-mail a panda, scream at a potted plant, and parachute out of a helicopter!
-Hamie♥
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