I get to write about how a mentally challenged man undergoes a surgery that makes him so smart nobody can understand him when he speaks, then regresses into a state of stupidity again, until he eventually dies of regression. I get to write about all his changes. Oh fun, right?
Since when did Highschool ELA classes get so damn depressing. We read about stories of the mentally challenged or insane people and how they go out of their mind or die. This isn't stuff teenagers want to be reading. Give me action, romance, DRAMA! *dramatc music*
I would much rather be reading an epic mystery story filled with internal drama (and minimal dying of my favorite characters) with a kick-ass ending than a story that makes you cry on bad days.
But I digress, as I just went on a rant about English Class stories.





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Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
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I'm in favor of herbal tea. Tea can cure anything- depression, flu, even cancer! Well, providing you take it with chemotherapy, of course.
"...because if we're going to have continuity errors, why not make them REALLY obvious?"
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Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
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I did it because I'm Klydekiss.
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Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
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I did it because I'm Klydekiss.
I can't even begin to compare to your skill.
I want to take classes, though, or find a way to learn other than looking at a pic and trying to make something.
I don't have a scanner, either, so any decent pictures I do make I can't post them.
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Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
Awn sucks to not have a scanner.
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I did it because I'm Klydekiss.
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