LOST=God.

C'est tout.

Megan and Amy, get yo' asses in ge-yuh!!!!! Megan, email your stories to the literary magazine. Serioulsy. We've got two stories. Amy, email your poem to the literary magazine. ...Now.

I hate winter. I seriously do. Especially snow. Lots of snow. I hate it. I swear, if the Martina concert tonight is cancelled because of this snow, I think I might have to kill someone. I really might. I'll become homicidal *snaps fingers* like that. AIIII!!!!!!!!! *breathes ( Read more... )

Hehehehehehehehehe, I am PURE EVIL!!!!!!!!! Such a sneaky bitch. Hehehehehehehe. I am QUEEN OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!! ...and according to Neil, the maker of redneck sounds. Roflmfao.

Holy crap...can't believe it...Gabby, you're gonna kill me...

Is there any possibility of a snow day tomorrow? Or another ice day? I'm too stressed to go to school ( Read more... )

Guys=beyond confusing. Make sense, won't you!??!?!?

...*je swoooon* How long was Cyrano's death scene? 15 minutes, was it?

>_< And I hate my eye doctor. Stupid jerk.

Hokay, to Prospero's Whim staffers ( Read more... )

Ugh, beyond confused... >_< Guys are confusing...and generally suck. Change, all of you. Now.

Prospero's Whim Staff!!!!!!!
Why are there a zillion entries missing from the inbox?? I just counted and there are like 26 entries missing between the list at the top of the inbox and what's actually in the email.

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