Mistrunner

Yeah.

My mom just told these people I will babysit their five kids on Saturday. I'm good with babysitting when I know the kids. I've met them once, very briefly. And I doubt I'm getting paid. Just. No.

I saw this today. I hope Twi appreciates this.

So it looks like I'm quite likely ADHD. Explains a lot, really. Like how if I have nothing to do with my hands I feel like I'm about to literally go insane. Same for if someone tells me to stop moving my legs. I can't not move.

*bows to One who can understand uber-complex supertheories*

I was about to call all socially awkward people to band together, but then I realized I already have. How awkward.

Now all this guild needs is a rival group called "My Way."

Got my mom to watch an episode of Doctor Who, finally! She says it's "worth watching, but silly." I'm waiting for her to see an episode like Midnight.

The Doctor?Reminds me of something I found yesterday...

As an insomniac, I feel ya. Just keep swimmin', and I'll be there to hug you in spirit.(I guess hugs are my thing now. Huh.)

It always seems like they're just messing with you."Feet on the marks on the floor, thumbs in your pockets (why?), tilt your head to the... Right. A little more, no, that's too far, to the left a tad... Right... Right... Left.... *noise that says "That'll have to do, I suppose"* Now turn to the left. No, your other left. Tilt your head to the..." Look, I'm not buying any of these pictures. I know what I look like. I just need you to take a picture of my head so you can stick it on my student ID so I can get the discount price at the football games I may or may not actually go to.

Fake smiles. Gleh. I can't. Just no. The pictures I have in the What Do You Look Like thread? Those were real smiles (I was at the Library of Congress and the NASA AMES Center, of course I was happy!). But school pictures? Any picture where I have to pretend to be happy? I look like I'm dying or something. One more reason why I find it hard to talk to people. I find it very hard to fake interest and fake laugh at unfunny jokes. That and I'm just not good at talking to people. I become very interested in walls and peoples' shoes when I try. And my voice sounds like absolutely nothing, because you can't hear it. Sociability. Who needs it?

My brothers and I make up for our un-photogenicness by acting as stupid as we possibly can.It works. I think.

We've got some interesting characters in this RP, haven't we.

This is me when I venture onto the Theories boards, then remember why I don't go on there very often.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?" Mistrunner yells as she is pulled into the Alley lit through Venetian blinds.

Well, usually I go for half and half. A single paragraph of terrible words that needs editing later.

Because why not. Me as an astronaut. Also, I have to update because before I was merely 5'6.5. I grew again. 5'7'' now. My mother is very tired of buying me new jeans.

Teachers. Please stop saying the following: "You are not kindergarteners/elementary schoolers/ middle schoolers!" / "You are acting like [insert one of the previous]!" or "You are an honors/AP/Pre-AP student! An [insert one of the previous] does/does not [preceed to list thing teacher didn't like or wishes students did]. It got old in elementary school. We've heard it all before. It doesn't help. Trust me.

I have a new book! It came out yesterday! And it's good! I also finally got a library card. And checked out Alloy of Law for a reread and requested Shadows of Self. I also watched The Fellowship of the Ring. Today was a good day.

I may have written a horror story called Fluffy the Poodle Killer.It's about a cat. That kills poodles.

...oh my.

...did you hear me when I gave you all those hugs?Well have five thousand more.

WHY DOES THIS EXIST

I was doing this during the meteor shower this summer! I even mentioned it to my family that was with me, but they basically said "Going a bit far with the references, Ess," so yeah.