There is a reason I am posting. My friend will tell you it is because she asked nicely. She is wrong. I'm not saying she threatened me with bodily harm should I not update, and soon, but I will say that the maniacal look in her eye created a deep pit of fear inside me. So, I am posting, but it will be stream-of-conciousness style.
I don't really like eating fish, except for sushi. I'm not sure why. I think the texture is odd. Which is also the reason I don't like eating plain bananas and yogurt.
You know who's hot? Christian Kane. He's Eliot in Leverage, and he sings, and, and. :D Yeah.
Tasty, tasty Will Smith. Should I be trying to write this while trying to watch Wild Wild West while I should be doing homework? I think, yes.
Walls are nice. I like the way they... hold stuff up.
Oh! Oh! I'm almost done with a short fic called "Peggy Hill Dies" (or maybe "The Death of Peggy Hill," I haven't decided yet), a fanfic for a show called King of the Hill. It's going to be around 1500 words, and I'm getting a kick out of killing off an incredibly stupid character. I've also joined a creative writing club, so it'll actually get edited before I post it. I'll definitely post it on FanFiction.net, and might post it here.
I also have a poem I might post. It's called "The Emo Poem". It is, by most accounts, hilarious.
Oh, and I have a new addiction. Reading fanfiction. It's just so awesome, and free. And for someone who reads as fast and prolifically as I do, it's extremely convenient. There's all these awesome stories right at the tips of my fingers, and I can just read and read and read and never stop. Well. Sometimes I sleep. But whatever.
And now I think this is long enough to save my life. Good day. And I will post later, probably within two months.
