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rivalkidneypunch) wrote2008-07-04 11:18 pm
rivalkidneypunch) wrote2008-07-04 11:18 pm
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Ain't easy bein' on fire.
Stuff I've gotta do eventually
My rep must be spreadin', with all the fights I'm gettin' into. This school's a pretty good place for it. If this keeps up, I'll be a Charizard in no time.
Speakin' of... the wannabe Charitard's finally shown up. Tch. I just hope she doesn't try and copy me too much.
'Least I can laugh when everyone confuses her for a dude. (Though I never really understood that... it's pretty obvious if you ask me.)
I might say it'd be nice to have somebody of the same evolution line around, but this is Charitard we're talkin' about, so... no.
Hmph. Blastoise needs to hurry up and get over here. I'm tough enough to represent the Green Team without any help, but bein' outnumbered ain't right.
Think I'm gettin' more used to this human form. Gettin' better at throwin' punches, that's for sure....Sorry, Green.
I think I'd have a harder time staying balanced if I didn't have my tail.
But... I still kinda wish I didn't have the thing. You know why wild Charmeleons live up in the mountains? 'Cause nothin' up there's flammable.
I don't mind it when I'm in my normal body, but... it's inconvenient. I don't like havin' my life all open an' exposed. I always hafta be watchin' where I swing it in the halls, I can't even sit down proper on most chairs, an' tryin' to sleep on flammable sheets ain't no walk in the park. Can't even just curl up on the floor 'cause it's carpet.
Not to mention humans hafta shower. God, that sucks. I'm tryin' the best I can, but I've nearly doused myself a few times already. Startin' your day off with a near-heart attack ain't fun. I miss how it used to be. All I had to do was roll in the dirt a little and it was fine. If I got somethin' real nasty on me, Green'd take care of it. I guess that's kinda outta the question now, considerin'.
And there's this bath house trip thing comin' up... I ain't lookin' forward to it. Three guesses why.
Stuff like this makes me wish I was a Quilava or somethin' instead.
Ah, no use complainin'. It'll come in handy if I ever take up smokin', if nothin' else.
- Spar with the little blue shrimp
- Actually go to some of my classes
so I don't get stuck in the same grade as Bulba - Rematch with stupid mutt to make him shut his stupid face already jesus
- Go check out you-know-where with Casper
- Ruin Duon
- Destroy Charitard
- Also stupid Squirtle too
- Punch Red in the kidneys while I'm at it
- Playground with Bulba
- Find another way to be all human so I can get that damn fourth
Chaos Emeraldmove back - Maybe get drunk with Sneasel again, but with more fun and less emo
Find out what an instigator isWhy do so many of these have somethin' to do with fightin'Goddamn I need to get myself a life
My rep must be spreadin', with all the fights I'm gettin' into. This school's a pretty good place for it. If this keeps up, I'll be a Charizard in no time.
Speakin' of... the wannabe Charitard's finally shown up. Tch. I just hope she doesn't try and copy me too much.
'Least I can laugh when everyone confuses her for a dude. (Though I never really understood that... it's pretty obvious if you ask me.)
I might say it'd be nice to have somebody of the same evolution line around, but this is Charitard we're talkin' about, so... no.
Think I'm gettin' more used to this human form. Gettin' better at throwin' punches, that's for sure.
I think I'd have a harder time staying balanced if I didn't have my tail.
But... I still kinda wish I didn't have the thing. You know why wild Charmeleons live up in the mountains? 'Cause nothin' up there's flammable.
I don't mind it when I'm in my normal body, but... it's inconvenient. I don't like havin' my life all open an' exposed. I always hafta be watchin' where I swing it in the halls, I can't even sit down proper on most chairs, an' tryin' to sleep on flammable sheets ain't no walk in the park. Can't even just curl up on the floor 'cause it's carpet.
Not to mention humans hafta shower. God, that sucks. I'm tryin' the best I can, but I've nearly doused myself a few times already. Startin' your day off with a near-heart attack ain't fun. I miss how it used to be. All I had to do was roll in the dirt a little and it was fine. If I got somethin' real nasty on me, Green'd take care of it. I guess that's kinda outta the question now, considerin'.
And there's this bath house trip thing comin' up... I ain't lookin' forward to it. Three guesses why.
Stuff like this makes me wish I was a Quilava or somethin' instead.
Ah, no use complainin'. It'll come in handy if I ever take up smokin', if nothin' else.