daaaaaaaaaaamn! *holpless cry*

I am *in Love* with The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy..

no, really, the THING, the old bbc series, the 3 first books, the characters, the.. EVERYTHING :sulk:
yep, I fall in love with *things*

but to quote the thing itself: "the things are people to"



pan/omnisexual, me? noooooo...


rah..



when I say I am 'in love', I man, 'In Love'; I feel warm and fuzzy when I think about it, which is ALL THE TIME, now, since I can't stop thinking about it anyway, I moan and sigh a lot, to.
my internal whatch'ama'call'it, talks to itself (that's me) in the 'douglas adams' narriator type way as well.. damn annoying that

hoopy

Whaaaa and then another 'a' for good measure

my life sucks..

shall I telly you why my life sucks?
no?

I'll tell you anyway...

remember that my shibby teatcher is gone? caput? her earthmom tells her to 'no work' ..... (blastifirus cow)

Today I have to go to the blastid school to meet miss "it's *my* job to vikariate for the most stunning and wonderfull teacher In The World.. evva, am sure I can do a cool job about it /golgafrinchamness"


yea... this is not gonna be easy.. see, the thing is.. I don't feel like wanting to give 'miss job' a break


I just have a precognitvie innichion about what sort of person they are*....(mom I don't want to gooo.. waaaaa)
anyway.. buggers to life

also, mom's laptop is strange... O_o

atleast my period's over -.-


* what I mean is: (since I gather that little titbit of nas-speak intended translation) (its 9:14 and no pills yet, gimme a break) is that, the ideal improbability for there to be, another PERFECT, stunnig, awsome teatcher, perfect for me excatly, out there; at THAT school; knowing her and sitting on her way as we speak, to an ordained meeting with me; AND that I will like her and get along with her, witouth crying once today.... is excatly like one

the probability of all of the above is 987467573 ^^10*8 to one, against

(no subject)

ok, 'ere I go..

wish me.. *luck*