College and Stuff
HystericalI love it.
I am having so much fun. It's almost sick how much I enjoy it.
I got into a writing contest with one of my buddies yesterday and wrote three short fanfictions. It was kind of amazing. I feel accomplished.
Say I'm accomplished, Madi-san. Say it.
You know you're thinking it.
On another note, I have discovered that I have a tongue fetish.
Most characters that I love have blue tongues, or long tongues, or tatoos on their tongues, or pierced tongues.
Something is wrong with me.
It makes me giggle.
I'm psyched. I'm not entirely sure what I'm psyched about, but I am.
Maybe I just feel really happy today.
I like being happy.
I like friends.
I love people.
I love tongues.
Guess who?
I'm so excited I found you!!
By this time, your leg had healed. Bravely we went into the dark cave to find the crown...
It was an epic adventure that I can't remember and so am making up.
My God. I'm hopeless.
That sounds like a story I would tell, and a situation that would undoubtedly happen when I was on a hike. Especially with someone who would also tell the tale to others.
...I'm still drawing a blank though. I cannot for the life of me remember that incident, or who you are. *pouts and mumbles to herself*
I still feel like a jerk, so put me out of my misery and tell me! *shakes fist imperiously*
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“I saw desserts; I’d no lemons, alas no melon. Distressed was I.”
I can see that the hobgoblin's magic must've also damaged your memory. Before our epic journey over the mountains, searching for the holy grail, we met through Lorraina the Valiant and ate an abundance of sugary goodness.
Lorraina was the one that sent us on our quest, don't you remember?
I do beleive that I know who you are. I shall chance a guess. Does your name start with a 'M'? *blinks innocently*
If I am wrong...you may smack my brain to make the evil hobgoblin magic go away. It might help. *grins*
If not...then I will be very pleased with myself, and your amazing story telling abilities.
Which I am pleased with anyway.
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“I saw desserts; I’d no lemons, alas no melon. Distressed was I.”
The first letter of my name comes right before M! I am quite amused that you didn't decide to consult with our former boss, Lorraina the Valiant. She was the one that sent us on our quest, of course.
I actually know a very good spell that helps with memory loss...or deprivation, (whichever you prefer) that combats the lingering side effects of a hobgoblin spell. It may help to restore your memory. I'm actually not quite sure. I haven't tested it on any human subjects, yet, I'm afraid. The monkeys respond well to it, though. Then again, I can't understand what they're saying anyway and can only assume their chattering means they've remembered.
But all of this is irrelevant. My name does not start with an M. Alas, I am not a Mucy. It is a very interesting name, though. I will consider it in future endeavors.
On another note, as happy as I am to see you, I can't even begin to guess who you are. *feels rather horrible about this*
...I know I've heard this name before...(*searches the depths of her brain...and comes up with nothing*)
I'm excited you found me too! Now tell me who you are! *demands*
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“I saw desserts; I’d no lemons, alas no melon. Distressed was I.”
I don't quite remember what happened after that, as you know that I tripped and fell. What happened again?
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In the light we'll sing, as all hurt must bring. In the falling cusp, of all broken things. In the coming dusk, you will call on us. And unite we must, I'm the Crowing, bitch.
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“I saw desserts; I’d no lemons, alas no melon. Distressed was I.”
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