Tomorrow is May 21st 2011

What's with the random picture and this random blag post?

WELL. Apparently, according to some crazy people, the Rapture is tomorrow. Yes, we are all going to die, blah blah blah. Everyone is either PARTYING PARTYING PARTYING YEAH or at church asking for forgiveness right now.

(Or, if you're like me, you are sitting at home, trying to figure out how benzal-acetone turns into di-benzal-acetone. And I did. Basically, there's a lot of re-arranging and protons going everywhere but I DID IT. It's probably wrong, though, but oh well.)

Anyway, I don't know why I chose to put that picture at the top, but this blag post has a purpose. Unlike all my other blag posts.

Basically, tomorrow will be a long and tiring day, with some people being sucked upwards, and the rest of us stuck down here, like chewing gum on a carpet.

And I just want to say: Good luck to all you wonderful followers! If I were a god, selecting my army of people that I want to save, I'd choose you. Not just because you consistently view my blag, coming here religiously, reading my stupid rants about stupid TV shows, putting up with my creys over Alex and Sam and other unimportant things.
It's because I like you guys, you're always nice to me, even when I do rant and cry too much about Alex and Sam and other unimportant things.

So, thank you. It's been a pleasure having you all reading my rants, where I cry over unimportant things like Alex and Sam. :)

FANFIC

Y'know how I said that I entered the competition by writing a paragraph about Mitchie and me?
Well, I am 99.99% sure I didn't win. The competition isn't over yet (so you can still enter ^_^) but someone put in an entry that is, like, WHOA.

Ah, dear. Better luck next time.

Anyway, here is a fanfic for youuuuu.

~FANFIC~
Mitchie and I walked to a ~happy place full of fairies, pixies and eskimos~.
I danced around the place while Mitchie went to buy ice-creams. ^______^
I started chatting to a pixie by the time Mitchie came back. So, we chatted to the happy pixie while licking ice-creams.
When suddenly, Mitchie surprised me by giving me a present.
"Huh?" I said, confused, "D'urggggggggggggggggggggg?"
"It's for you. I bought it for you," Mitchie explained, shyly.
"OMG, ILYYY!" I said, hugging Mitchie with one arm and opening the present with the other.
Once the present was opened, I saw it was a... PIEEEEEEE.
I grinned.
Mitchie smiled back.
AND THEN SUDDENLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...... the pixie started screaming, "HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME...."
"Wait, whut?" I said, turning to the pixie, "WHUT?"
Mitchie stepped back, away from the action. I stepped forwards towards an angry Ross Taylor and a used-to-be-happy-now-is-scared pixie. "YOU HAPPY-PLACE WRECKING BITCH!" I yelled, fierceeeely.
Ross Taylor looked at me while still strangling the pixie.
"GTFO. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR UGLY FACE AGAIN. FIRST, YOU BEAT MITCHIE IN TWO GAMES OF CRICKET AND NOW, YOU ARE STRANGLING THE HAPPY, FRIENDLY PIXIE? JUST GET OUT. NOW," I screamed, with heaps of fierceeeeeness.
"D'urggg," Ross Taylor muttered, and stepped towards me to attack.
I shoved the pie in his dirty, ugly face and ran off with Mitchie. We left the ~happy place full of fairies, pixies and eskimos~ and decided never to go there on the fact that New Zealand cricketers are just as bad as South African cricketers.
THE END~!