[into the ocean]

8:22pm: regarding
Dear Mr. Soul Calibur 3 Inventor:

your irrationally-proportioned characters have gone too far this time. i have gotten countless ring-outs without doing anything to justify them, and the billions of times i have taken a sword to the stomach are finally adding up. so before i return you to the movie rental store from whence you came, i have a few things to say:

first of all, it is humanly imossible to breasts to... move that much. i was absent-mindedly reading the circle-blade-green-haired lady's profile, when my finger brushed a certain control that made her turn slightly.

i thought it was a glitch or something, they moved so wildly.

and also, please give my regards to the circle-blade-green-haired lady, seeing as how the beating that i gave her will surely take years to recover from.

anyway.

seriously, change your ring-out system. each time i get one, i could swear i feel a blood vessel pop. speaking of which, tell mr. mitsurugi that he can squirt some toothpaste in his eye and then get a horse to KICK HIM IN HIS FUCKING TEETH because i'm damn tired of him and his combo-shenanigans. he wiped me out with a single combo. do you hear me? A SINGLE FUCKING COMBO, DESPITE MY DESPERATE CLICKING OF THE "X" BUTTON TO GUARD. same goes for... setsuka. is that her name? whatever. you can just get rid of her.

also, who the fuck puts on cat ears before a battle? "uh-oh, this guy has a ridiculously-large sword BETTER GRAB MY TRUSTY KITTY-CAT EARS!!!!!!!!!! ^-------------------^;;;;;;;;"

besides that, none of the men in your series (somewhat disregarding kilik) are even mildly attractive. you obviously went all out for the male-portion of your fan-base, considering poor, dis-proportional ivy and taki. so why not allow us a few girly men?

all in all you can keep the cat ears because they go cute with my "geisha robe", but hire a hitman to take care of fucking mitsurugi and his fucking beard.


fuck him, the bitch.


best wishes,

jessica


(PS: it's impossible to beat your "quick game".)

12:23am: hmmm...
i had the weirdest dream last night.


i was on livejournal, and i read this one random person's post; and they started talking about how much they hated the manga hyakuman tsubu no namida. it's one of my favorite series, so i started arguing with her. then, the next day, i saw it in some book store, and it was covered in plastic. i didn't understand, considering i've read the series already and the most graphic thing it contained was a little kiss. so i flipped through it (through the plastic, somehow) and it was a completely different story with the same name and characters.


that was it.

weird.

11:56am: trophy scars

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10:34am: so true
"i love me some men." --new york

9:01am: delusions

you ever get the feeling something bad's going to happen?

7:01pm: *dies*
Ohmygosh.

*squees*

There's this boy in my French class, and he's super cute, and my type (artistic and laid-back) and everything, but we've never really talked, but I always thought he was attractive and cool. Well, today, me and my friend were talking while walking from French to English, and he kept turning around and smiling at me, and I was all giddy, and then somehow me and my friend got on the subject of animals, and I said that my favorites were Flamingos, Dinosaurs, and Giraffes. Then he suddenly turned around and said, "Lions."

I was racking my brain for something to say, so I just asked why he'd said that. Gosh. I'm so smooth. But whatever, it's who I am. Anyway, he said, "It's my favorite animal."

HE'S SO CUTE!!!11!!!1!


It was just cool for me because I didn't even have to approach him and stuff... but anyway, it's no big deal.

Yes it is.

Whatever.

*Tries to regain composure*

So. Me and my darling dearest friend went to Walmart (with fake mustaches on), and bought hula-hoops and a bouncy-ball.

I swear, today was, like, the best day ever.

*Squees again*

9:23pm: boyohboy
I feel like such a newbie. ^^;


BTW, I was thinking... I got a laptop for Christmas (it's name is Delilah ^^) and, yet, because of my obsessive paranoia when it comes to my little baby Delilah, it never ends up on my lap, in fear of it over-heating. I always end up in these crazy positions since
I don't have a desk, too. Who knows, maybe I can do the splits now. 

That'd be awesome.

Oh, and I taught myself how to unwrap a Starburst in my mouth :D (I don't look pretty at all when I do it, though, so my new skill is not going to be used to impress boys). I still can't do a cherry stem, but I'll practice.