HELLO EVERYONE. I'M SORRY FOR MY THICK-SKINNESS, but I just laughed out loud at this recent fanfic that I wrote. I'm sorry about the caps earlier but I'm lazy to retype it, so yes.

I'm blogging once again in WordPad. damnthatmanwhoissleepingwithmymotherandtookmymodem.

Anyhoohahee, I've decided that I'm just too bored to sleep and will try to humilate Yamada more besides making him dance to kiddy tune songs. Uh-huh.

But, I'm tired of it for now. Oh and speaking of kiddy tune songs, the song that I used in the fic before is playing now. What coincidence.

I'm trying my best not to blog about Yamada and gang, but I don't see how it helps. I mean, I know I have some readers, and they all say that me blogging about random stuffs is better, but blogging about Yamada brings in stray people, so I'm not sure what to do. I think I'll just leave it up to my blog's history to help.

You know, bordom usually makes me think of stupid stuff to do, and these stuff are particularly lame, so I'll show you one of the stuff.

This was inspired by an article I recently read about HSJ, where they tell you about their rooms, and stuff. I thought it was pretty interesting, so I decided to do it too. (Scoffs. Look at how I used the word 'inspired'.)


Here's my room. I took freaking 10 minutes to draw this so you better appreciate the trouble. I even drew my curly comb and rubber bands and jacket... okay. Sorry.

I'm sorry that my blanket is pink. My brother wouldn't let me have the orange one. :l Beside it is my drawer, where I keep my dairy, wallet, secret candy compartment. Did I seriously just said that? And then there's the door, then the place where I hang my belts and bags. Then the bin, then, ta-dah. My huge ass mirror. I was really fond of it, I even doodled on it. So, my huge-ass mirror is now a rather small and irritating one because I can't really see myself in it at all.

Then there's the storage thing I bought from Ikea. It's the coolest thing ever. Then the one for books and my radio... Come to think of it, after packing my room, instead of using the shelves I used boxes to store my files, etc, so now my shelves are rather bare. I don't know why I used the boxes, but they looked kind of helpful...

My window with yucky yellow curtains. I'm sorry.

Study table. The surface is slanted, so it's cool. I sprayed 'twins' on it with my brown hair dye.

There's my wardobe. My father actually used the top to store all his China stuff, like swords, and my old posters that I got bored of. So, there's a million inch of dust covering it and me and my mom are both afraid to go near it. I usually ignore it, but it still freaks me out when I stand on my chair to do idontknowwhyiwoulddosuchathinginthefirstplace. The dust.

Dust is scary.

I'm thinking of throwing away the wardobe and just keep my clothes on the floor. Save all the hassle. Besides, folding my clothes is incredibly out of the point because my wardobe is always messy as hell.

Then... my bed. Oh I already talked about my bed? Okay.

I feel like... ranting. About not having enough readers. And being pathetic. And feeling lonely. Oh look, I'm ranting now.

I must be PMS-ing now. No I am not, I demand that you read my crap starting from here. Sorry, I'll stop blogging now

I just realised that the whole post was ripped of Yamada and gang's concept. Fuck it. And who the hell would be interested in my room!? Huh. I delude myself too often.

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I don't know what to talk about.