I miss grammar school so badly.

Hahahahhaha Wallace and Tougan get along nicely according to a rp that made me lose hours of sleep <3

The favorite character idea just pwns that way and the shit just floows. Even implied incestuous wub.

The majority of you Sepphy-bishie ogglers and main character shippers do not realise how awesome characters like Wattson, Maximum Kamen and Tougan are >:o

Any form of Gold/Crystal is stupid. that means he's marrying himself.

Kamon, like Javert, wouldn't know what to do with a woman.

PUNCH THE KEYS

COME OUT DIAPEARL. COME OUUUUT

I really really hate my english teacher right now

also I made a quiz.
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My mind went into the gutter in Honors Global.

No, I wasn't doing academically bad. I was just fooling around like a total retard. I never really screw up in Honors Global. Ever. I've corrected my own textbook.

HANNNEEIBAL ELEPHANT RISIJOFJOIJOIJOISJOjigdsoijoigflkmfvgfklm

And then I doodled a very yaoiful scenario, sort of. It's really just some stupid joke. With hot baths. I'll redo it on my tablet.

lol slacker

Wow, there's a metal version of Moskau. Comment me and I'll send you it for shizzle.

Also, rp Hayato. IT IS FUN TO BE THE FALKNER, DOGS.

Also... the third and fourth generation legendary pokemon look like legos.

SPACE IS COLD. I WAS SCARED. AND ALONE. SO ALONE.

My grandmother lived with me for eight years in our house; because my mother was a schoolteacher and my dad worked out as a computer specialist, she was allways there for me afterschool. And we would drive all around town in a white, rusty toyota. And we would do everything together and were famous at wherever we went. This included the grocery store and a restaurant near a Boy's Private Catholic School.

She died this year on the fourth of july. A part of me is almost dead. She was in my dreams as she looked before her seizure, when she hada full head of hair and glasses, and hugged me.

I composed this while studying Bio at midnight- don't worry, I did good on the quiz ;)

Pond Minstrel


It was a peaceful, blissful evening in the Violet City where the two of us admired the sunset – me, at least. I’m not the most… adept in poetry and prose, but I can assure anyone that the sharp pine trees, towering and withered with age, were perfectly balanced with the blurry, silent pink and yellow phenomenon in the sky glowing around the sun and permeating into the clouds.

Yeah, I’m no minstrel.

Silver has changed since I last saw him at Mt. Moon; he maintained the stern, serious look across his face that was so harsh and judgmental upon the world around him; however, I almost see him treating his Pokémon as individuals and not “tools of war.” He feeds his companions the tiny berries we all find and forage, sits with them in mutual silence, and inside of his blue sack I saw an antidote bottle slipping out.

Right now he’s at the pond behind the Pokémon Center, the water glistening as it mirrored the sunset. The water glowed from below with the lights of the Chinchou. He was staring in a trance at these; his gigantic Feraligatr sprawled in the short grass the two were sitting in. Elm’s Pokémon was obviously sleeping – he could knock out the Spearows in the trees snoring like that!—but Silver looked trapped in thought or his own world. He was staring out, as I soon was, at a leaf across the pond that rippled slowly and gracefully onto the trees and pink glow that projected itself on the water with Majikarp flitting foolishly beneath it.

It’s been only a month or two since and I have last seen him, and even though I feel good inside for teaching him to care for his Pokémon, I feel this pang of guilt. I don’t know why… do I hurt him? No longer did he cast that intimidating, hating glare whenever I saw him; rather, he simply turned away swiftly with an unknown excitement in his eyes.

I want to see what's wrong. I need to see what’s wrong! This is just weird! I can’t just stand in confusion – I’ve done that ever since the day we met!

So I walked out from the Pokémon Center’s window and out the door at first with slow hesitation then quick determination.

Fucking hell! I have an assignment due today I worked on in Publisher yesterday. The assignment was for my English Teacher and I had to make a brochure and an essay. The frustrating thing is, I worked on the assignment for hours. Just when I was starting to print my brochure page, the deskjet ran out of fucking ink.

And I can't print it in the school library because my version is not compatible.
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Mary

NOW: 3:10

I think that my malevolent demon English Teacher is proving that a god exists. Cause she's letting me off the hook. This grammar is amazingly, bad; .

I sweeeaaar there's so many really good artists on Deviantart I'd die to talk to but I'm supermegahypershy about it. They're that good. I post my stuff there too, and it's not bad at all for a 9th grader, but I still feel inferior because on Deviantart, it's like I'm more or less presenting how valuable I am. And it's not that much, because I have about 403 pageviews.

And what's with people rambling about emoness!? This isn't emo at all. People feel scared about things all the time. We're allways going to be distressed about something, and we just NEED to let it out typing! I swear, someday I'm going to make a composition on what is emo and now emo. For now, I'm typing what iiiiis emo.

- Crying about selfish things for attention. I don't want to do this for attention, I just need to let out some steam. Isn't that part of the premise of an online Diary?
-Actually Trying to fit into the subculture and doing things in the subculture to get attention. Ie., lying about
how sucky your life is for fun. Depression is a very serious thing and shouldn't be made into a trendy philosophy. Also, retarded icons involivng Emo/Pop Punk Bands that try to be punk. And red layouts.

Hey, there's a perfect example of what's emo on livejournal on Uncyclopedia! Oh boy, let me fetch the article and poooost it heeeere.

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Loneliness

We took a pre-sat or something the first half of the day, idk x_X; So I don't know some of my test scores as of yet... geez this is dramatic...

Uh... I updated DevART... and drew the American History Teacher at my school. He's cute... for a teacher at this place... like, most people are either stocky, at least 35 years old, and/or are women. I'm not the most social butterfly, so cut me some slack. My Honors English teacher is kind of a really REALLY attractive lady with hair I would put my haaaands in if they weren't GREASY. SICILIAN. PERSON. HANDS. Why did I get that trait?!! I swear, if I ate more junkfood I would be like acnelord yeahiknowgross.

Hoooh..... haha, Ho-Oh. Hooh... GOLD... SILVER... love :D -shot with gatling gun.-

This is pretty much my first day back at High School ever since the power outages. And boy, my teachers
must be like Gods or something...

I like, studied and memorized EEEEEEVERYTHING in Biology awhile ago and organized my notes and stuff. And guess what! We're having an open book test tomorrow. Use your sources. YES OH MY FUCKING GOD YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

Furthermore, I forgot ENTIRELY about a Global project because I'm kind of an asshole about somethings (;;),
and what was due THIS Wednesday is due the next Wednesday or Teusday or whatever. I'm also still really really mad I have study hall on Mondays after a subject I need assistance in. I'd rather conveniently get done something like... Global or Spanish or possibly Math if it isn't that time consuming. And speaking of which! DAMMIT! I took an open-book quiz on Dharmic religion, and it was very very very generic; they asked what determined class, and I was like 'gender and race.' And you know what? Even though occupation is the most SIGNIFICANT, that so counts aswell because that's what happened in early Indian History!

And darnit... Buddhists and Hinduists have different beliefs about reincarnation. It's called ORGANIZED RELIGION didjfijdiosoijdsfjoids

This is not emo shut up.

This may sound like I'm virtually laughing at an old lady slipping on ice, but...

The people in the cities on GS are exceptionally retarded because they rely on pubescent children to protect them from mobs. Also, you'd think that the authorities in Goldenrod city would like, notice that a man in a black ROCKET GRUNT SUIT infront of the radio tower would, like, be suspicious. You can't train a police force AND their Growlithes?

Silver must be like Harriet Tubman or something, because it seems like they never caught the kid for stealing Elm's pokemon. I THINK IT'S THE SNEAKERS. GO FREEDOM TRAIN GO.

I think I've made many kinds of these, but I have made a new livejournal. While I may not update it every so often or even not
update at all, typing in these is definately fun to pass the time. I'm a freshman in a Catholic high school, but I am not necessarily a religious person. Nonetheless, I became very spiritual after my grandmother's recent death. Call me a freak, but I feel like something is posessing her bedroom!

Egh, I lost the will to eat earlier this evening due to carsickness. My father drove mother and I everywhere on the highway, and it gave me a splitting headache and this urge to not put anything in my mouth. We went to Wallmart. I'm not being racist, but is there some radiation in Chinese products and items in general? Because San Francisco is full of crazies and Wallmart is full of mutants.

I have had school off for an entire week due to the power outages, wires, and trees knocked down from the snowstorm. In October. Some man on the radio referred to this as the "October Suprise." My family and I didn't have power in our house until... was it Thursday or Wedneday?(Idiot.) The storm happened the Thursday before. And to think all I was expecting was a snowday! Perhaps I shouldn't have worn my pajamas inside out... and we got a generator on Teusday I think? Egh, I don't know, it
seemed on those days over a very long span of time and I didn't have the will to care.

Ooooo... music on Bulbagarden!