Not much. I'm working, barely getting paid, watching my brother freak out about his cosplay not being done in time for Animethon, doing some...
Heh. No.
I can appreciate that. No. They used to but apparently, me taking it out once a month doesn't count towards mking it a "popular book" and they...
Yup. Hair twisted into unnatural shapes and held in place by innumerable bobby pins and clouds of hair spray. Heels that rarely come lower than 1...
Fine, it's DST. Stop being in regular time. And those silly Saskatchewans don't have DST.
That's cause you're a guy.
Still no. It's not Daylight Savings time anymore.
That's what grad is about. Look great for six hours and regret it for six days.
Really? It would have been quicker to change "two" to "three" than write a whole new sentence. Anyways. 1. Not right now. If I feel the need later...
2 1/2 inch ones, but they were wide and the shoe itself was comfortable. Or so I though...
*DING* Nevada winced as the elevator announced their arrival to anyone outside. Intel said that the 43rd floor was supposed to be deserted, but one never knew... She slipped her knife out of its sheath, situated in the small of her back. It never hurt to be careful. As the doors slid open, she engaged her super-speed and darted out as soon as there was a gap wide enough for her to slip through. There was only a single security guard, his gun lifting slowly, his head still not quite turned towards the elevator doors. she walked towards him slowly, although she probably looked like a mere blur to the doomed guard. Standing slightly behind him and out of his range of fire, she raised her knife, allowing herself a brief moment of pleasure as she rested the knife on the guards neck. She didn't relish in his death, but in the knowledge that with this obstacle out of the way, the mission was one step closer to being completed to perfection. She reversed the knife in her grip and drove it through the guard's larynx.
Yeah. I got three blisters wearing shoes that I thought were comfortable the other four times I wore them in public but turned out to be torture...
Throwing rocks at people's heads master race.
Great! We ate food, then I graduated and then we danced! The speeches were very good and one guy finally proposed to this girl he's been dating...
Will do!
Then I suggest a hot cup of chamomile tea and some melt-in-your-mouth tea biscuits. Where's Daxa when you need her?
I was working outside. Coincidentally, this happened the week before I graduated, so I recieved my diploma with a horrible farmer's tan.
No, I have my ideas and a general knowledge of how it will go, I'm just having trouble phrasing it how I want it to be...
Lovely to see you too. Might I suggest curling up in a comfortable position and not moving for a half an hour or so?
We shall soon see. Hmmm...
