Sh*t. Emilia could feel her heart racing. She forced herself to breathe. Only then did she notice that she was shaking -- from the fear or the stress, she didn't know what. She had to clear her mind; think of something. She looked up. There was a fire escape a couple of floors up, but there was no way that she could reach the ladder. Unless... After peeling herself away from the wall, she positioned herself under the ladder. She held her palms down towards the ground, and the ground slowly elevated, allowing her to grab onto the thin metal ladder. But her concentration was lost once she grabbed on, and the unstable earth that had been raised sunk back to ground level, leaving her dangling a story above the concrete. Dammit! She had always lacked upper-body strength. After struggling for a few seconds, she let go and landed with a thud back on the broken sidewalk.
Guys guys guys. I'm following the Dalai Lama on Twitter. OMFG I KNOW RIGHT, I was freaking boggled as well to learn that he uses the webernet. :/8D:
lololol sorry P, but I dinner calls. :>
I've never managed to beat Riku in the beginning of KH1, and then after that I never bothered to rename any of the gummies in KH1 or KH2. Because that's how I roll.
That's because you're excellentsuperdeeduperamazingawesome. :3 ;~~~~~; I am sending you countless mental hugs. <3
:=D: rw1P7gdtAeY (lololol the crowd looks so enthused XD) How have you been, Plumar? :'D
You've put extra emphasis on your intent to be anti-social, but if you want some of what you've stated to improve, you have to seek help, either from a counselor or a psychiatrist or someone. I'm not kidding. Some of these things, such as the hallucinations and the sudden mood swings and the homocidal/suicidal thoughts, aren't going to go away on their own and are likely to only get worse.
Y'all get your asses in there. :B|:
Emilia couldn't contain a smile of accomplishment as the wall was blasted away to reveal that the Awakened was out of sight. This could be a fun night. The thought flashed through her mind all too soon, as the Horseman suddenly turned around, facing the end of the street where she was. As quickly as she could, she pressed her back to the building she had been hiding against. She held her breath and looked up, deciding to wait and see if the man had saw her peeking around the corner.
;~; If I do the Feenie Call, will you be un-embarrassed?
I believe the correct spelling is snickered. Say that like most normal people.
Tu as des belles cuisses. Baisse ta culotte, Sir William, j'ai tellement hâte que midi.
Spoiler: Obviously the best Dalai Lama ever I want this as a giant poster on my wall, so that the 14th Dalai Lama can be saying "Hey, goodlookin'" to me each day.
This does not impair the elbow and shoulders though, only makes your hands inseparable. :/ Unless you mean behind your back, but that wouldn't be good because you could dislocate your shoulder in your sleep. And :why?:. I think I have a phobia of vomit. The very thought of it is just bleh. I haven't vomited since I was 6 for the fear of it. ;~; And plus I have a stomach of steel (minus my lactose intolerance). O.O
There there's no other conclusion I can draw other than your house is haunted by a spiteful ghost. c:
Maybe your cat attacked you when you were sleeping? o.O (If you have a cat, that is)
Did you fall asleep with your glasses on? >:
Congrats, dude. c: Just remember the sure-fire way of quitting successfully: Don't put the cigarette in your mouth, and don't light it.
Super Soakers and marshmellow shooters are the only guns I've ever shot. /double-entendre
[video=youtube;fCtD3OJ-_Es]fCtD3OJ-_Es[/video] Because I had to. :lolface: (That's the only video I could find with the song, but hey, the visuals enhance it I guess). I know you weren't being totally serious (or at least I hope you weren't ._.), but giving the majority of the population guns wouldn't be significantly better than banning guns. Sure, if everyone was a-ok in the head, it would work a lot better. More angst-ridden, depressed, mentally unstable teenagers would then have access to their parents' gun(s), which could result in more mass school shooting suicides, just as an example. That sounds like a good idea to me.
