New story's up! A Dae With Daehyun, the requested fanfic involving Daehyun from B.A.P. Read it here if your so desires.
Woke up a bit late again, but pretty early compared to previous nights. Deciding to take my movie way more seriously now, starting with a late-night, roid-fueled writing session at 1AM last night. Got the majority of the intro written, just have to convert it into a script.
Woo, I'm in the rhythm now. Here I come, movie script!
Same day, 1:44 PM PDT
HAH! Christina posted on Twitter that her favorite restaurant was "Buca di Beppo" because of a scene in my story and the restaurant's PR ACTUALLY REPLIED. LOOK AT IT.
If only you knew the underlying meaning, Buca di Beppo. If only you knew.
Anyway, I lied, back to Doctor Who because it's just SO DAMN ADDICTING. Only have seven episodes left before I catch up, almost there! After two, I'll get back to writing, promise! If not, you can punch me in the jugular repeatedly.
Same day, 3:29 PM PDT
Got invited to Yogurtland with Samantha, Jeffrey, Jordan, David, Jena, and a girl I didn't know named Rae. Was supposed to be for planning Creative Writing Club activities next year, but quickly deviated to Pokémon and Nintendo. Tested Samantha to see if she could name ten Pokémon. She barely pulled it off, saying she only knew "the cute ones," which apparently includes Ditto and Magmar.
Also, they had this in the front.
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| Guess which one I voted for. |
Next, we went to GameStop. On the way, Jordan and I had a very interesting discussion on how badly we'd get owned if we ever took part in a Brawl tournament. He says he'd do pretty decently, but I know that I'd get DESTROYED if I ever participated in one.
Looked around GameStop, called ourselves "hardcore gamers" because we played Despicable Me The Game and other shovelware. Samantha got a group hug when she left and now I'm walking home in the sweltering heat of the summer sun.
It burns.
Same day, 6:43 PM PDT
More Doctor Who. Seventh season now. Oh my GOD, CLARA'S SO CUTE. AAAAAAAAAGH. Kevin, you were right, she's THE BEST.
COME ON, SEASON SEVEN, HURRY UP AND START AGAIN SO I CAN SEE MORE OF CLARA.
Same day, 8:53 PM PDT
Chores. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind doing them. I'm fine with washing dishes, cleaning up, whatnot.
But I don't like my dad's domineering tone when he tells me to do chores. I don't know, maybe it's just me and I'm exaggerating, but every time he tells me to do chores, his tone just makes me feel like a slave. I mean when my mom asks, I'm perfectly fine, but dad... not so much.
But hey, maybe I'm just overreacting. I am a bit pissed off right now, might explain that. Just need to calm down.
Oh, speaking of chores, as I was putting the cups back in the cupboard, one fell out and shattered everywhere. Have a small gash in my right arm. Seeing how long it takes until dad notices. Not as a test, just curious. I mean, the cup did shatter right in front of me and the first thing he asked was for me to clean it up.
Just observations.
Same day, 10:14 PM PDT
OH GOD. The Skype Group dug up posts from Facebook past, most notably mine. AGH, the redness of my face is indescribable, the embarrassment is flooding back. Did you know I used to use "^_^" and "T_T" regularly? Jesus, I was a disgrace. Actually, we all were, evident by all of our cringing
AND I USED TO SHOW ACTIONS WITH ASTERISKS. Things like *angrily* or *bashes a computer against your head* or *quietly weeps*. OH MY GOD, I WAS SUCH A SPAZ GUYS AMIRITE?
Wait a second...
RFotD: Each year, Americans throw out enough soda pop cans bottles to reach to the moon and back twenty times.
SGAT: None really.
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