IRC-Galleria

Okay, okay, before I go, I just have to say, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c11-TF4S7AU. JESUS FUCK I AM LAUGHING SO HARD I AM CRYING. HOW have I not seen this before? What kind of life have I led where I hadn't seen the home video to 'Star Girl'? Because, you guys. That - that is epic.

TOM IS SUCH A GEEK. JUST SAYING.

I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING. <33

sailing, see you>>

<3

sailing = seriously cool

surprise birthday kidnapping + movie + lunch + friends = FUCKING AWESOME, WHUT. guys. just, guys. ♥ into all eternity, okay?

being at home with mum = <33333.

also, ahah mum wants to buy me new clothes. go me. \o/ whoa am in a weird odd freaky mood. do not like capitals and separating marks only want to type and type and then sleep into september. insomnia eats my brain go away nao plz.

sorry for rambling entry, will go sleep now. (or not, will go LJ now. for a more sensible oversight from the past few days, read my LJ bitches. when i type up the oversight, that is. ahah. OK I'LL STFU. <3)

You know, I have never appreciated my phone as much as I do now, after having been without it for two weeks. IT'S BACK, COMPLETELY RENEWED. I HAVE MISSED YOU, PHONE! DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN! <33

EDIT: The text message writing program has erased all the swear words I installed it to know. Huh. o______O (DAMN, I had JUST taught it to write 'fuck' without me having to type it in every single time, and now I have to start all over again! Argh. :DD)

OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS. THIS CRACKS ME UP. It gets funnier and funnier every time you watch it! :DD

He's Turned Emo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xilOgjeEwPg

Have stopped randomly puking strawberries. I am hoping this is a good sign. CONCUSSION, GO AWAY. BITCH.

Also, concussion stopped both ryden!writing and recpost!writing for today, so. BLAME THE MAST, GUYS. BLAME THE LAWS OF GRAVITY. THEY HATE ME.
My brain actually hurts. And I can't type to write Ryden, because polka dots are dancing before my eyes and I can't see the keyboard properly. I am mis-spelling half of this and have to go back and correct it, ARGH KILLKILLDIEDIE. It sucks my you-know-what. Just saying.

wow jesus FUCK, getting a sailboat mast in the head really fucking HURTS. just saying. the laws of gravity hate me.
now I have a dent the size of a big grape on the top of my head, and there are streams of bright light blinking before my eyes, I feel like I'm high or something cause guys, the pain is making me feel all floaty, and I puke up everything I eat. aivotärähdys rocks my socks.

NOT.

WTF MY COUSIN IS ENGAGED.

“I’m not feeling particularly humanitarian at the moment,” Gerard says honestly. “Fry the motherfucker.”

Damn. DAMN. This fic kind of owns my soul. Just saying. <3

Also, picture. OH HAI GABE. *dies a little*

EDIT: Great now it's making me cry too. JESUS! <3