everytime i try and write about what the hell is going on in shuuville, i suddenly am abducted by the aliens of supreme ultimate laziness, and my brain is forced to work in the coal mines on the planet zurg. in other words, i get so confused and overwhelmed by what i'm trying to say that i give up.

movies seen lately: phone booth, amelie, sen no chihiro, a man apart, dreamcatcher, seven, mononoke hime

latest music: gackt asrun dream live, tenacious d tribute, elvis a little less conversation, authority zero one more minute, cali//gari mahoraba yuushuu, madonna die another day

shuu needs to get a life. she sorta has one, but oh well not one that wants to fill up blinding white space in the "your new entry here" box that is glaring at her like a decapitaed wombat head that floats about on a little pillar of cheese wiz

we've got this substitue teacher named mr taco [spelled tako but taco is funnier because thats how it's pronounced] and we were looking through this stupid spanish news for kids magazine, which happened to have this article about a guy who was named [of all things] Nacho Duato.

so i, laughing hysterically because i'm childish like that, show this to chels, who says "nacho duato?" and i SWEAR TO KAMI that she said "Nacho Twato" and thus began laughing even harder before i calmed down long enough to explain that if ever mr Taco desired a gay mexican boyfriend, he should definately hook up with Nacho Twato because with a name like that you cant miss.

this amused us the entire rest of the day [read shuu hysterics until she can't stand up] until after school, when, hitting and kicking eachother outside, as well as laughing really hard, we suddenly discovered the amusement of adding cheese wiz into the mix.

hey, we all need lubrication

i think if they somehow had a kid, it should be named Tiki Taco Twato

know whats really really theraputic? trying to kill someone. even if they're trying to kill you back, and you're really weak because you never work out and have no muscle mass whatsoever so you're bascially loosing like the wimp you are and your wrists are being gripped to the point of rape-marks, you feel really much better afterwards

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