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This happened to Rae, too, apparently.
Luke just IMed me, right when the computer suddenly shut down, and said "i will kill you also."
Creepy much?

Peace, Love, and Llamas!
-Emiliano
P.S: Copy-pasted from the actual screen.

Luke: you also

End of messages received while you were offline at 4:46 PM on Wednesday

Luke is offline.

A few notes...

Fine, Spencer, your bullet points are cooler than mine. Yours, however, undo the font. Mine don't. So there. Haha. You got iced/burned/beasted, as a guy would say. :D Here goes nothin'...

- A good thing at school. You're all aware of what I call "the Dare" by now, I'm sure, right? If not, go read some previous posts. Get caught up. Well, Jason showed up today, thank goodness, for the 2nd day. We started what he called "heated negotiation," and which everyone else in the world calls "arguing." I informed him of this. Well, anyway, he has to go for tomorrow morning AND afternoon (harder for him than it sounds) without doing anything remotely CLOSE to arguing, or even "heated negotiation." I've already got the Duct tape in my backpack.
- New flock Q and A (by popular-ish demand): Are they real? Still deciding. We're half-and-half right now, pretty much. Are they people from the OtherSide, or outside RPers? As I said, we don't know if they even ARE roleplayers or not. Where do they live? I don't know. Somewhere. Do they at least SEEM realistic to you? I'm no expert, but I guess so. They seem as realistic as anyone. How about the pictures? As I've said, I don't have any idea. I'm not good with that sort of thing. Ask Haley. Wow, you're really helpful. Thanks. :D
- And now for the circus show. Last night was the opening night of the blue show. Yippee. Basically what this means for me is: Get in the car after about 10 minutes of being home, drive to circus. Get ugly, goldarned costume on. Go down to the cow herd we so affectionately (NOT) call makeup. Get bright red and gold crap smeared on my eyes (TOTALLY doesn't go with a silver costume. I mean, are they colorblind?!) and ugly pinkish-red lipstick haphazardly placed on my entire lower face (><). Blush is completely one-sided and stupid looking. Then get hair loosely (LOOSELY) done up in twin French braids. Sit around for 45 minutes while the Danmeister yells at all the 3-year-olds, telling them to be quiet (as if). Then go sit in the dark for an hour in said ugly, goldarned costume (and a cover-up) and read book while fending off repeated attempts to take my light. Get up, flip around for 5 minutes, come back, sit down. Repeat said ordeal, just backwards. Drive home. Sounds like fun, right? Sure, it's tons of fun! Absolutely bucketfulls. For the AUDIENCE.
- BEST FOR LAST!!! Only the few who actually know me will think this is as funny and awesome and perfect and just...totally and completely unrealistically good as I do. Cuz I think it's darn good. Before each period of gym class, our teacher, Mr. Hohag (laugh now. It's HOYG, but many call him the 'Ho Hag. As in wh-- Never mind.) walks out of the boys' locker room, up the stairs, and into the gym that we're in. There is a ledge which you can overlook to watch and see when he is coming. The kids of 4th-hour gym enjoy doing this. Today, as Mr. Hohag was walking up the stairs, a glob of spit (Yes, SPIT) went flying over the railing and directly onto his head. The children of 4th core gym had already all run away, except for the few who were in the gym talking. They got to sit and wait the whole gym class while Mr. Hohag interrogated every single person. SUMMARY: Mr. Hohag got spit on!!!!!! On his HEAD!!!! On his stupid, evil, shiny bald head!! *rolls on the floor laughing* It's a god-send, I know it.
Peace, Love, and Llamas!
-Emiliano