Okay, so last night I couldn't sleep and decided to write random shit on my graphing calculator. The following madness is the second round, because this little dipshit managed to delete the first (and longer) round. Also, the way you see it here is how it looks on my calculator, and it was like 1 in the fucking morning, no glasses, with a black sheet blocking all light from outside, so I legit had no idea which keys I was pressing. However, a translated version will be included after the original, so don't worry mates! Also keep in mind that the reason for the lack of lowercase letters, exclamation points, commas, apostrophes, etc. is because there were no keys for them on my calculator. Ready? Prepare to catch a glimpse into my brain at 1 in the morning.
Original Text:
P UPO :ZURY :PTEJKU QUUOP ROEANNSID WQEANSE CAI SOMNDBOX FSUCKING NOOT ME I WANNA EUBCLKING DIE AID I BAN NREN D WAKE VP IN TUE RNORNINJ NIM GNONNA LOOK AT THIS DND OTHINK IS THIS EOVEY FUCKING BENGLISM? NQPE IT FOCKING AINT ENGLINH BITCH SHDSTHNS SI HNOW TO SPEAK LJKE FUFBCKING SATAN O WOW OJF COURSE I DSONT MNISSPESMMLL SATANS NARE BUT EZVEWZRZY OTHEQ TGING I WRSTE LQQKNS LIKE WMY FUCKING QHIN TYPED NIT. OKIEFUKIN DOKIE TIME TO NOT GO T FUCHNINF SLEEP THDTS FOR SRE. SO WHAT AR I GONNA ODO? READ ABRQOT OHE FUCKIG HOLOCAUST BECAUNE THATFUCGKIN NIGHTMARE MUST NEVER EVER EVER FUCKING HAPEN EVER AGAINOK EMMA OUT. VOLDEMORT AND THE YEAR HE COULDNT FUCKING BREATHE VOLDEMORT AND HIS GIGANTIC KILLER SNAKE VOLDEMORT AND THE YEAR HE LEFT POTTER ALONE VOLDEMORT AND HIS EPIC (NOT REALLY) COMEBACK VOLDEMORT AND THE YEAR HE ALMOST KILLED POTTER AND FAILED VOLDEMORT AND DRACOS MEETNGREET VOLDEMORT AND THE YEAR HE FUCKED UP. SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP.
*Translated Section: Note: the first couple of nonsense words were the result of my forehead rubbing back and forth across the keys, and you really shouldn't need a translation for the Voldemort stuff.
PLEASE, CAN SOMEBODY FUCKING SHOOT ME! I WANNA FUCKING DIE! AND I BET WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING I'M GONNA LOOK AT THIS AND THINK, "IS THIS EVEN FUCKING ENGLISH?" NOPE IT FUCKING AIN'T ENGLISH BITCH! THIS IS HOW TO SPEAK LIKE FUCKING SATAN! OH WOW OF COURSE I DON'T MISSPELL SATAN'S NAME, BUT EVERY OTHER THING I WRITE LOOKS LIKE MY FUCKING CHIN TYPED IT. OKIE FUCKING DOKIE! TIME TO NOT GO TO FUCKING SLEEP, THAT'S FOR SURE. SO WHAT AM I GONNA DO? READ ABOUT THE FUCKING HOLOCAUST. BECAUSE THAT FUCKING NIGHTMARE MUST NEVER EVER EVER FUCKING HAPPEN EVER AGAIN! OK, EMMA OUT.
I dunno what made me feel like posting this, but this is how my mind functions in the wee hours of the morning. Also, about the whole please shoot me thing; I am not referring to committing suicide, because that's not who I am any more. I no longer have those suicidal thoughts, nor am I still suffering from depression. So if you're worried, I appreciate your concern, but I am NOT talking about killing myself. Anyhoo, until the next update, Keep Training, Mates! ~Neko Roronoa Zoro
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