All I did when I got home was read Homestuck. And eat chicken. I ate it probably an hour ago. Not even. I'm hungry again. And I've eaten so much chicken today. We made chicken chow mein in home ec. It tasted like Soap MacTavish took off his shirt and all the magnificentness of his abs went into the food and turned into flavour.
I haven't played Call of Duty in two weeks. TWO. WEEKS. I've played Assassin's Creed once in the past two weeks. And Sonic Unleashed a little bit. I found all my old Sonic games.
Yes. Anygroose. What was I talking about. Oh yeeeAaah. Home ec. A bunch of boiling oil splashed out of the pan and onto my arm. It felt like Death. Hot oil feels like death, raw chicken LOOKS like death, Raw GARLIC TASTES like death... And pierce the veil SOUNDS like death.
Yes. I hate Pierce the Veil. Come at me bro.
Instagram people annoy me. Esspecially the emo ones. ((Not the cutting kind of emos, I feel for them.)) BUUUUUUT the ones that worship Andy Sixx and Kellin Quinn. Their names aren't even spelled right there I think. But moop. I like Black Veil Brides. Kind of. A little bit. Moop. Not really anymore. I only like Knives and Pens. Honk honk honk.
*gets run over by a car full of Andy Beirsack worshippers*
Okay, Shannon. 'Tis enough ranting for one night.