I was bored and hungry and i couldn't decide if I wanted Spaghettios or a chicken chimichanga. 'So, why not combine them?' I thought to myself, completely ignoring all the other times food combination and me in the same context ended up in disaster and much partialy-digested-chunks (the now infamous within my Mom's friends circle, 'Kool-Aid Incident' is not included in this list despite the similarities in the ending.) So I heated up the chimichanga, cut it into little peices, threw it in a bowl of Speghettios, heated up the bowl, and squeezed two packets of Taco Bell's Fire hot sauce.

It doesn't taste all that bad acctually.

~Yuki Time!~

*glomops Yuki in exausted fasion* Yuki! I love you (platonicly)! I love sleep, too! Sleep I love You!!! *colapses*

~End Yuki Time! Wan wan! Ja ne!~

(Below content is best read in sad EMO monotone! With lots of pauses!)
I'm so tired. Spent all of last night writing a 4-8 page project on recycling. Spent two hours wondering if that little section on the guideline that said 'Things you should remember while writing a bibliograghy' really need to be followed and what they ment. Then spent the next hour wondering what a bibliograghy was. Then finding out my printer has no ink I went to PX to get more. By this time, project still had not been written (or researched for that matter.) Found out that PX did not sell the ink I need anymore. Black costed 30-38 something dollars. Color costed $50. At the PX. I do not want to drive to 20 something stores looking for ink that costs over $40. Came home. Started (finaly) researching and writing my project. It was 8:30. PM. Finished project. Was not happy with it but oh well. It was 2:00. In the morning. I tried putting the project on a disk. Found out the viruses from many shut downs earlier ate my disk drive. I was sad. I sat in a corner and was EMO for half an hour. I tried to look for a way to send it to my teacher. Succeded. It was 3:30. Went to sleep. Went to school. Found out Ookami did not need to do project in the first place because teacher didn't even set a due date. Was EMO for next half hour. Went to class and found out teacher doesn't know how to print project out. Even though project turned in early, project cannot be edited for this reason. Was EMO for another half hour. Since class did not go over draft on what the project should look like, possibility that project is more then half wrong is high. Ookami is sad. And tired. Made EMO icon. Computer ate it. Ookami is EMO to the second power. EMO squared.

~Yuki Time!~

*Is currently in the farthest part of cyberspace from you as she is sick and doesn't want you to get sick too*

See? Your Shuichi rabus you sooooo muchy she will stay as far away from her Yuki-pon (<- ph34r teh ridiculous pet names of DOOM!) as possible just for her saftey from teh terrible Cyber Virus of Coughing DOOM! Even though it crushes your poor Shuichi's little heart that is overflowing with so much rabu that it bleeds out of every pore of my body!

*procedes to bleed everywhere in a fashion and speed that resembles an explosion and a waterfall at the same time*

Yukiiiiii!!!

(I'm in a very Gravi-like mood today, ne? XD)

~End Yuki Time! WanWan! Ja Ne!~

Urgh. I've been coughing so much my throat feels like it's beeing rubbed by sandpaper and is going to start bleeding at anytime. Paaaiiii~n... T_T

Oh! And I made (yes made...okay, semi-made) a new icon! See? I'm sick, so I made an icon that was sick too! I didn't draw Ukitake himself, but I colored him, made the circles and rectangles around him, and (obviously) wrote the words! Arn't you proud? It's way better than the other three (five if you count the ones I gave up and stoped working on) icons I made; the Dog 'It's not MY fault', Menchi 'Cute enough to EAT', Roy 'Don't ask...don't tell'(yes, I'M the one who made that one), and the two Black Hayate ones I gave up on, 'Missing' and 'Wanted'. I spent four hours making this one and I'm just NOW wondering if the captions are in character. ^^;

~Yuki Time!~

*standing by bathroom door* Can't glomp you right now. Busy being sick... =_=;;

~End Yuki Time! WanWan! Ja Ne!~

Have you ever had a headache that you can't get rid off because all you've got is Tylenol and you're practically immune to the stuff? Also, you feel like you need to burp but you can't because if you do, that feeling that you're going to up-chuck everything you've eaten in the last few hours is going to get worse? Not to mention, light and sound is making the headache worse and I can't find a tape to record something on. And Mom won't stop asking if I need to go to the hospital("Are you sure-" "I'm not dying! I do not need to go to the hospital!" "...Are you su-" "This is the 26th time you've asked! The answer will not change! Stop asking!" "Bu-" "YES I'M SURE!!!") I haven't even puked yet and she asked over 30 times. Yet last time I puked she didn't even care (Although that time came as a suprise. One second I was fine, the next I'm up-chucking old Kool Aid...^^;)

~Yuki Time!~

YUKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (can you tell I missed you?)

~End Yuki Time! WanWan! Ja Ne!~

It's all Elicia's fault. I cried, again. Which is not normal for me since I never cry. See, I borrowed Menchi's FMA DVDs and the nonexistant ep.25 had a commentary (I can't help it! It's a weakness I say, a weakness! ;_;) so I HAD to watch it. It's not fair! *runs away sobbing*

Oh, and also, I've decided to make my entries as short as possible. I've noticed that the less I write on one go, I write more than if I wrote a lot all at once. ^^;

~Yuki Time!~

Yuki~!!! I miss you! ;_; I now have no platonic lovers that I can see anytime I want! (I have NO idea where Challenger is, so I can't see Lea.) And your half way aound the world (geography? I don't CARE about geography! It FEELS like half way arould the world, so it is!)

~End Yuki Time! Wan Wan! Ja ne!~

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~~~Yuki Time!!!~~~

Yuuuuuuu~kiii~!!! T_T I miss you!!! *falls to floor and sobs patheticly with bad singing in the backround*

Backround: ~and I-E-I-E-I-E-I-E will always luuvvv YoOoOoOoOoOoOoUuUu~~~!!!!

*sobsob*

~~~End Yuki Time! Wan Wan! Ja ne!~~~
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~~~Yuki Time!~~~

Yuuuu~kiiii~!!! Your Shuichi misses yoooouuuuu!!! Oh, and, you don't have to read this post, it's just a stress reliever. You don't have to read my whiny complaints. ^^; (By the way, I still haven't found the picture yet. ^^;)

~End Yuki Time! Wan. Wan.~~~

I hate my family. There's a fight everyday, I have no freedom, I'm forced to see family I don't want to see. I hate it. Not only that, but my mom is stubborn and crazy. Her logic is completely contradictory and irrational! Got a car, can't drive it. Sister got a license (mom MADE her get one), and isn't allowed to dirive. Got a phone, can't call anybody (exept mom). Got a bike, can't ride it (outside the perimeter of the garage). She's crazy! DX *sob* I got yelled at for replaying a message from the phone while mom wasn't there! I tried to look for a family counselor, but the nearest korean one is in Olympia, and mom would freak if I told her I was looking for a counselor. I need help! HELP!

~Yuki Time!~

Yuki! What's your e-mail? I have a Ryuichi pic I want to send you! (Don't worry, there's no yaoi so it wont burn your religious eyes! I shall protect them! XD)

~Wan Wan! Suki desu! Ja ne!~

I was reading something and a skit!bunny of my characters poped into my head. Hope they ammuse you!
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(I have declared that the begining of all my posts will have something called 'Yuki Time!' because I am a very lonely person stuck inside this house-of-arguments and is not allowed to go out. The phone is monitered (mom carries it around with her) and Menchi doesn't e-mail often.)

~Yuki Time!~

Yuuukiiiii~!!! *tackleglompsmother*

~Wan Wan! Suki desu! Ja ne!~(<-end Yuki Time!)

I get attacked by fic/art/skit(drabble) bunnies every five minutes, and I rarely write/draw them out no matter how much they've been fed or how large their fangs grow. The reason I don't is because I know that I'm not that good of an artist (the pictures in my head are thousands of times better than what my drawing ability can go.) And I know I'm a terrible writer (I've proof of it too. Now that I reread it, it makes my eyes bleed.)

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