Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Whooa Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown.

Except I probably wouldn't. I'd like things to stay the same and If they don't they have to go my way. It's selfish and I can't expect the world to conform with my view but it's mine. And I find I have to hold onto what's mine, even if it means ignoring reality.

Saunders is taking Rachel to the ball. Not as a date but out of usefulness. That's a pretty crass way of saying it and I had another way to say it but I forgot so I'm liable to remember and then suddenly type it out in the middle of a sentence. Anyway. He was afraid of the way I was going to react. But two things. First of all, I have no claim whatsoever to her except of being a friend. I'm really not entitled to an opinion on the let alone to make it known. Besides I'm completely fine with it. I have no qualms about it. There's no bad blood and she's perfectly entitled to go where she please with whom she pleases. That sounds slightly dismissive. It's just not my night for phraseology is it?

I'm not going to the ball. At Rachel's I was the fish out of water to put it mildly. I'm going to Micheal's for the night. Don't care what mum says. I'm going. Although he did say something about crashing something but I don't remember. Nor do I really care. I'll be fine. We did shit all the last time I went to his house but I still had fun.

I recently bought something on Steam. The online games platform. Well I say bought. In reality I actually gave some money to a friend and then he bought it with his credit card and gifted it to me. Steam is actually a really useful thing. It's like Xbox live for the computer. Well maybe not quite. But still. It's more useful than Uplay. Which is only good for Ubisoft games. Which you can get on steam. So, I dunno where I was going with this.

The champion rotation on League right now is almost perfect for me. Almost. There's a few I'd swap out but that rotation would probably be OP.

This week should be fun. School's almost out. Moving is almost done. I hope this turns out well. All things point to it.

In the name of the Emperor, Finish This!

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