HOLY CANOODLES IT'S NEXT YEAR.

Aw, crap.

I wasted the whole of this year on stupid, meaningless things.

Well, whatever. I think I'm gonna start on my New Year's Resolutions List!

TIKY'S NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS LIST

Hooray!

1. I will not leave homework until the next day to finish it 5 minutes before class.

Yeah, well, seeing as how the O's are next year, I can't exactly do this shit anymore, now can I?

2. I will not roundhouse kick my younger siblings, no matter how much they annoy me.

Okay, maybe I'll just flick their ears or something for a change.

3. I will do the dishes should there be any in the sink at the current moment I am in the vicinity of said sink.

Then again, I'm always the one doing dishes in the end.

4. I will cuss less.

Due to the fact some STOOPID TWAT hates me cause I say motherfucker. How gay.

5. I will spend more time reading my textbooks than reading Marvel/DC comics.

That doesn't mean I'm trashing my Uncanny X-Men and Teen Titans comics, though. ;)

6. I will not give the security guard at the school gate my trademark mule stare anymore.

But I'll still call him a fag behind his back.

7. I will love myself more.

...but...what's there to love? ):

8. I will not chow down like a pig and fail to chew properly.

...unless, of course, if it's pizza.

9. I will not ogle at any more attractive people.

...unless they check me out first.

10. I will only surf the net on weekends and Wednesdays.

THANK GOD FOR INFOCOMM! *hugs the monitor*

The Ten Gamer Commandments.

'Nuff said.

Gentlemen, Fire Your Weapons.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

I hope you explode from your own loser stench. I'd gladly snipe your fucking head off your fucking shoulders, but then I'd get locked up for manslaughter. I tried being nice to you. Nobody can deny that. You're a fucking schizo who doesn't know how to take a fucking JOKE. You can't even TRY to be a friend, let alone be civil. I don't see why I should even stand within a foot of you, motherfucker. Let alone talk to you.

You're unbearable to be around. You can't even come up with proper comebacks. You suck, to be honest. And honestly, sometimes you don't even make any proper sense.

I've wasted too long hanging with a fuckwad like you who walks around like they've got a whale stuck up their ass. I've left my friends in the dust cause I was blinded by your filthy face. I owe them a whole lot. Yeah, I'm in the wrong too. For sticking up for you when it wasn't even worth sticking up for. I realise I've never exactly been happy in your company. Like a friend of mine said, when you're not angry with me, you're about to be angry. When you're not about to get angry, you already are angry with me.

It never fucking ends!

YOU = BITCH OF EXTREME COCKSUCKING

Sure, maybe you're right. Maybe I don't have any true friends. But whatever; I'm ten times the person you'll ever hope to be, and then some. And the people I love? Way better than you.

So long, dickhead, and I hope you trip over your own feet and get run over by a giant truck.

My Chemical Romance, BITCH.

Pics from the MCR contest about a month ago or so. Oooooh. I can't believe I'm finally gonna rock out with 'em tonight! Yeeeehaaaaaaaaw! And, and, MCR! It's gonna be totally wicked I tell you. I am gonna get my masterpiece signed by them. It makes me essplowde with sheer excitedness. I think I'll go scream myself out now.

(:

JEENGEL BEHLZ.

It's December again! Yeah, yeah, I don't celebrate the damn holiday, but just look at all the lovely Christmassy events in all thse online games. Gahd. The mere thought of freebies makes me feel like dancing around like Barbie As The Island Whorefag. I just got meself plenty of nice event items in KOL...which will, of course, fetch me some awesome moolah in a year or two to come. Heheh. Noobs.

Also, the old Christmas songs are ringing in the supermarkets again. I like them dumb jingles. Hehe. They make you all happy and smiley again, especially if you're having a shitty day.

Speaking of supermarkets, I was at Shop N Save the other day with my cousin, buying breakfasty stuff like Cookie Crisps and milk and that shit, when the dude dropped a carton of Magnolia Milk onto the floor. It went something like -PLOT- and splattered the moo moo juice all over. So, being the smart idiot that I was, I quickly kicked the carton under the standing shelves, ran to the counter to pay up and got our asses the hell out of the store, where we started laughing like fucked-up maniacs as soon as we were at least 5782495649 miles away from our evil deed.

Other people thought we were mad.

But hey, we escaped...WITH the security cams all over the place. I make a gewd ninja, no?

On the topic of ninjas, let's just make it clear that pirates PWN their asses any day, and that werewolves rock by default. Yes, even against those pale gaywads you chicklit-obsessed teenage fangirls call vampires.

-prepaers for the oncoming slew of brimstone and hellfire-

Right them. So five minutes ago, I was just flipping through Facebook when I realised I had a mass invite to some 2oo8 countdown party hosted by people whom I might have wronged a year ago by accidentally falling over their legs and squishing half of them. Though the idea of a party filled with people whom I haven't even met, let alone barely KNOW, is rather terrifying, there IS booze involved.

Now, some of my more religious friends reading this post might stand aghast at the idea of alcohol consumption, but then again, I never have been the most religious kid in the entire universe so cut me some slack please guys I'm just a kid.

Besides, I've always wanted to get wasted just once in my life.
The word "once" may or may not be replaced by an adverb of higher numerical value later on in life.









Isn't life fun?