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I won't regret it, since this is my public personality. It's meant to be this random, this hyperactive. Making a legal document with two parties over a work ethic and other petty matters is normal for this personality! I realize that I seem like an idiot. I mean for this.

"DUDE! That's wrong! You don't do that! That's like giving a kid a knife and telling him that it's a neck massager!"

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Anyway.

Nope, not gonna do it.

 

To continue on this whole "contract" thing, I realize that contracts made by minors are not court-upheld or legally binding, but that's the beauty of this. I shall begin to believe that time is non-linear, (even though it totally is, according to M-theory, it's like the first dimension sorta...) and that all time occurs at once. Then, I shall get it signed when I'm eighteen and still believe that it is occurring as a sort of paint splotch on a wall. Thus, I will have signed it and been bound by the ridiculously confusing and insane, false hypothesis of time's movement's laws and accomplished nothing whilst accomplishing everything. You may be seated class.

 

 

So anyway, that was not my PR, this is my PR. I went to the Humanities 102 class today, just as I do every Monday, and watched "The Magic Flute" and died a little inside. Guys, English is not a pretty language, and I think that's all Kat knows right now.

"DUDE! That's wrong! You don't do that! That's like giving a kid a knife and telling him that it's a neck massager!"

Shameless self promotion!

But,but, finding emo was so awesome!

 

Guys, English is not a pretty language...

Learn japanese!

 

 

note: there is no guarantee that japanese is any less convoluted and/or confusing than english

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Just as in English, it depends on the speed of its pronunciation. If I just went up to you and said, (in English characters) Ohaiogozaimasu! Nihongogawakarimaska? Instead of Ohaio gozaimasu, etc, it would be ridiculously unbearable to attempt to translate anything you said. Just like in rap.

"DUDE! That's wrong! You don't do that! That's like giving a kid a knife and telling him that it's a neck massager!"

Shameless self promotion!

Anyway. (I have to do this for 60 more times before it is above halfway! Get used to it.)

So I finally figured out the sixth dimension again. I'd forgotten. But that is off topic, so I'll cut to the chase:

 

In the far away land of Narrate, a mysterious figure emerged on the hill. It was naught but a child, and his name, was Flexionsensor. His handsome features which had gotten him stalked by a down-syndrome afflicted, prematurely-born 18 year old for over three years with no signs of stopping, were highlighted by the morning sun. His thin jaw moved down and his lips parted. From the depths of his throat appeared the words of power; beautiful symphonies of his soul crying out to those who would choose to listen.

"Come out, Katrina." He sung, gusts of wind ruffling his blond cowlick. The lake's water shimmered at these sounds, his aura generating minute ripples on the once tranquil surface. The forest and fields swayed at his brilliance.

With these words, a bright light appeared. Only the smallest streaks of life shone from it, yet mystery still shrouded its intrinsic mind.

"Kat, I don't understand this... Wait... Is that how I've started to say every narration session? Oh Lord, I don't even know what I'm going to talk about!" The child worried, unaware of the light in front of him. "I am unsure of all. I am nothing but another internet afflicted creature who shuns the sun. I look like a reject from Twilight, Kat. A reject from Twilight who is several grades above his age's average and is thus overloaded with burdens from his dual-enrollment schools. I know not what to do..."

The light shimmered slightly brighter from his brilliant vocal articulation.

"OH I KNOW! I'LL LURK TULPA.INFO! That will surely help!"

 

Epilogue:

Katrina was never completed, and Flexionsensor died at the computer from starvation several days later.

"DUDE! That's wrong! You don't do that! That's like giving a kid a knife and telling him that it's a neck massager!"

Shameless self promotion!

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