death

I'm going to kill her. Slowly. It will envolve bloody entrales dribbling out of the place where her now smashed and mutalated head used to be.

I am refering to my math teacher.

You can all go do something interesting, now.

Yes. Go. Vanish without a trace.

I'm leaving, now.

Heather, I know you're reading this because you didn't know I had a blogger account. Well, guess what? I do. Congradulations. No one else needs to know it exists. *no one*

Hi, Hez! *waves*


*Bek*