Fffffff I like to use this icon when I get new crap, okay?  

  Speaking of which, yesterday, I got an iPod Touch! Or an iTouch, if you're extremely naive like, oh, say, XX.
  You spend about half of your time with the thing wiping the screen and the back in an attempt to make it glow like Eddie Cullen. Like if it sparkles, it'll work better or something. It's a bloody pandemic. Everyone does it and no one can stop.
  I'm not going to lie, it is the best shit ever. It's like a gigantic USB with which you can access the intarwebs. 
But I can guarantee that I'm going to be hella bored with it by the end of Christmas Atheist Winter Break.  

  Also: I love our school to bits. 
  That holiday assembly (which I just got back from, really) was pretty epic. I had no idea that we weren't complete douches and could entertain fidgety teenagers so well. Kudos, DMCI. 

  And thus begins the long-awaited fornight of complete rest and relaxation. 

  Fuck yeah.
- error 404: planet not found (today's signature is for chronictedium )

NANONANONANOCLICKCLICKCLICK
I... I didn't officially join. I'm too much of a wimp and paranoid about people stealing my work.

But guys, I checked the site and everyone is so enthusiastic about it. Most people are averaging 2000 words. Some have 15k. This is why I'm really, really, REALLY, REALLY scared of writers. I wrote maybe 50 today.

I'm kidding, you big babies. I love this thing. It's the enthusiasm of the participants that made me want to try this out anyway. This November is for me to see were I'm going to draw the line with the coffee. This November is for me to get the pen to paper again. This November, I want to get something done.

Yeah, I don't want to write 50, 000 words worth of crap, so I'll probably take a whole lot longer than everyone else. But it'll be MAGIC, so don't worry about me.

I'm going to write during lunches and classes and... band. I'm going to write until lose some fingers.


Erm, see you on the 1st?

-404
(HBD Autumn YOU LOSER YOU.)

Honestly, everyone at school today was sick.

A whole bunch of people have been away, and throughout the day, no one had anything better to talk about than how they "didn't feel well" and all that. PEOPLE ARE DROPPING LIKE FLIES EVERYWHERE I GO.


COULD THIS BE THE APOCALYPSE?

Because no matter how many times you try to make the most of your education, it will always find some way to bite you in the ass.

Or, at least, mess with your schedule.

It's Saturday. I slept until 12:30. In the afternoon. I still wouldn't mind a few more hours under the covers.

I blame flute choir.

By the way, oh mysterious stalker, Autumn is my best friend. She lives in the same building as me. I cannot find her. Isn't that sad?

I SWEAR, BULLDOG BETTER TAKE ME IN AS AN EDITOR. GRAAAARRRRHHHH.

I got so stressed editing the sample they sent me that the ton of footnotes I added for reference is LONGER than the actual piece I was supposed to edit. Why do I feel that they will not like that?

I haven't sent it in yet. They didn't say when they wanted it. I guess I have another day at best.

...T-T

*Quietly to self* I'm a good editor... I'm a good editor... *sniff*

-404 has a sadfais.
 

Why do I hate high school.
Why is there so much useless work.
More importantly, why do all my past teachers seem to think that telling me I'm "going to get used to it" is going to make it any better"?

Why do people lie about how many laps they run?
Is it fair that they fake their way into an extra lap even though I've practiced for the last two weeks until my legs went numb?

Why is everyone so obnoxious to everyone else?
Why can't all the new kids and the ones from next door get along?
Why are all the sophomores, juniors and seniors so creepy tall?

How come the Cyber-man-teacher speaks just like Hergott when he's about to yell at us?
Why is yearbook AGAIN such a Cyber oriented club?

Why are all four grades' worth of students all supposed to be in one concert band?
Why do we have to sightread crazy music all the older kids seem to have played before?

Why is my English class suddenly an art show and my Phys. Ed. boot camp?

Why does the school newspaper have to scare me so much?

  It's week two. I have some new friends. My teachers like me okay. I'm not getting beat up for my lunch money.
But I don't like it. I don't like it at all. It's only the end of week two and I wish I'd already graduated.

  Plus the fact that I seemed to be injured or incapacitated one way or another all the time.

Ppppppppppppfffffffffft.
-404
 

If you haven't already, go read XX's post about school. That about sums it up.

High school is boring. Even I hyped it up too much.

I'm too tired to write about it.
-404

Just imagine it - romance, drama, sequels and spontaneously bursting into song!

(If you didn't realize I was joking, you don't know me at all.)

But for me and many of my peers, high school is just on the horizon and we're just all peeing ourselves with anticipation. Whoopee, high school.

I just did a sweep right now to bring you this icon, which is full of symbolism I made up on the spot when I saw it. Please feel free to refer back to it every time you read something in italics. Stay with me here:
  This is the dawn of a new day. The city looms ahead of us, waiting for us to grow up and mature; waiting for the day when we can swing ourselves upward. We are reluctant to let go of the sturdy chains that have always kept us from falling, and for now, we are content with dreaming of what the future will be. Careful, hopeful, watching. Back and forth, back and forth.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOO. WHO ELSE THINKS IMMA FLUNK ENGLISH?
Yeah, honest, I just pulled that outta my arse right now. COMMENT IF YOU LIKE IT D:<

Anyways, sorry, it's been a while since I wrote anything. I'm rusting.

So XX beat me to the punch and wrote about Moving On UP. Okay, you win. I really didn't know what to say about it. It was rather pointless in my opinion, and just made me all the MORE nervous about high school.

I spent today, my last (normal week)day as a free man watching things on YouTube. I'm a big baby. I wonder if they'll just let me stay in grade 8? (Anyone else missing Song Bong lately?)

To me, nothing is a great big adventure, so it goes to follow that I don't think that highly of the next leg in my education. Four years of exams and cramming and community hours doesn't sound like the journey of a hero. There is so much that could go wrong with my life because of these four years, and knowing my luck, 70% of those things are going to happen to me. There's nothing that I can really do at this point...

... So I'm sitting here, waiting. Watching the sun go down. Hearing the ticks as each second goes by, bringing us ever closer to a dawn great, magnificent and mysterious. 
  This is the dawn of a new day, I remark from a distance.
  Back and forth, back and forth.


-404
 

  Fangirls (and fan people in general) are pretty awesome. They don't all act like stuck up brats who are karate-chopping all hands getting too close to their boyfriend. Some of them are funny and aware enough of the situation to poke fun at themselves. Fandom friends can be amazing people.

  But sadly, the bad reputation we fantards have must come from somewhere. I have finally found some honest-to-Voldy rabid fangirls. I'm a little scared.

  I get it now. These girls are catty. They will die for their ship. I'm not kidding. They write these long ... THINGS where they rant on about why their ship is the best and should be everyones OTP. Or, alternatively, why the boyfriends/girlfriends/crushes/people who get within a metre's range of their favourite character or actor playing them should immediately jump into a tank of piranhas.
  To you people - shove off. It's rather tiring to listen to your ego talk for hours on end about how you're right. (Yes, 404 is a hypocrite and knows it. At least she's not rabid.)

  Now, to specifics. This list will just grow in any following posts on the matter. Right now, I give you two:

Numero un: You H/Hr fans who claim to be completely devoted to your ship. Let me tell you something: you cannot love your ship if you HATE JKR. IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY. If you sob that you wish JKR was never born, you need to rethink it. Jo gave yer characters life - give her some credit. It's her characters you're molesting.
(On a slightly related topic - you don't always have to make Ron evil if you want your Dramione fic to work. Turning him green with envy is not only unattractive, it's a poor plot device.)

Numero deux: J2 shippers. Please leave them alone. Please. If they really are agressively gay and in love, it is their business. I don't think that if they came out that any pictures would be provided anyway. Meanwhile, it's a lot less annoying to the rest of us if you just get off to your mental images in private. J2 hates you for pressuring them. Shut up and enjoy the fandom.
(Again, a note. I know it's "J squared" but whoever came up with that is an idiot. I understand the "x" in shipping, but it doesn't literally mean "multiply". JAYTWO is so much more logical, don't you think? No MPreg has to happen anyway.)

Anyway, flist, I don't think you understood that or cared but, Dobby's sock, I'm so pissed off! I am finally fully scared of the fangirls. I get it now. They like you and you get mauled. They hate you and you don't stand a friggen chance.


- 404 no longer cares.