AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Wait, i think this is under-stated.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
So what were those screams of terror you may ask. Well, they are the idea of GETTING A STINKIN DIARY.
NO, I DID NOT WANT A DIARY. I CAN THANK MY TEACHER FOR THAT.
Me: Lalalala
Teacher: Hello student!
Me: Hello?
Teacher: You look like you have some feelings that you keep within you, and you can't seem to let it out. Here's a diary to express those feelings so you can live to be a helpful citizen in the economy!
Me: o.O
So yeah. I am never going to call this a diary. That would pretty much ruin me.
Because guys aren't supposed to have diaries. Or 'express their feelings'.
That's more of a girl thing if you ask me. Well I'm stuck writing in this because my teacher has her head stuck over me reading every word I write down.
Fantastic. I am just gonna DIE. UGHHHHHH
Well, I may be forced out of my will to write this diary, but I will not be calling it a diary. This will be my.......
Man-Journal? Yeah. Sure. Sounds.... Manly?
OK! BY THIS DAY FORWARD, YOU WILL RID YOURSELF OF THE 'DIARY' NAME AND BE CALLED...
MAN-JOURNAL!!!!!!!
*Throws confetti*
Oh? What's my name? Ermmm.... It's a pretty stupid name if you ask me. *Sigh* OK.
My name is Maze.
What?! Now you wanna see what I look like???? Fine.
TEACHERRRRRRRRRRRR STOP READING THIS MAN-JOURNAL!!!!!!!!!!!
Teacher: I'm sorry, but this Diary seems to be a bit not school-appropriate. Please tear out this page and start over.
My teacher is a robot. A robot with no cares whatsoever to how her student's lives can be changed just by receiving a book.
Teacher: Please start over.
UGH FINE!!!!!!!!1
*flips to next page*
OK! HAPPY!?!??!
Teacher: Thank you for your cooperation.
This is going to be the death of me. Why didn't she give anyone else a diary man-journal!??!
UNFAIRNESSSS
BYE MAN-JOURNAL.
MY LIFE WILL PROBABLY BE OVER SO DON'T EXPECT ANOTHER POST.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Wait, i think this is under-stated.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
So what were those screams of terror you may ask. Well, they are the idea of GETTING A STINKIN DIARY.
NO, I DID NOT WANT A DIARY. I CAN THANK MY TEACHER FOR THAT.
Me: Lalalala
Teacher: Hello student!
Me: Hello?
Teacher: You look like you have some feelings that you keep within you, and you can't seem to let it out. Here's a diary to express those feelings so you can live to be a helpful citizen in the economy!
Me: o.O
So yeah. I am never going to call this a diary. That would pretty much ruin me.
Because guys aren't supposed to have diaries. Or 'express their feelings'.
That's more of a girl thing if you ask me. Well I'm stuck writing in this because my teacher has her head stuck over me reading every word I write down.
Fantastic. I am just gonna DIE. UGHHHHHH
Well, I may be forced out of my will to write this diary, but I will not be calling it a diary. This will be my.......
Man-Journal? Yeah. Sure. Sounds.... Manly?
OK! BY THIS DAY FORWARD, YOU WILL RID YOURSELF OF THE 'DIARY' NAME AND BE CALLED...
MAN-JOURNAL!!!!!!!
*Throws confetti*
Oh? What's my name? Ermmm.... It's a pretty stupid name if you ask me. *Sigh* OK.
My name is Maze.
What?! Now you wanna see what I look like???? Fine.
TEACHERRRRRRRRRRRR STOP READING THIS MAN-JOURNAL!!!!!!!!!!!
Teacher: I'm sorry, but this Diary seems to be a bit not school-appropriate. Please tear out this page and start over.
My teacher is a robot. A robot with no cares whatsoever to how her student's lives can be changed just by receiving a book.
Teacher: Please start over.
UGH FINE!!!!!!!!1
*flips to next page*
OK! HAPPY!?!??!
Teacher: Thank you for your cooperation.
This is going to be the death of me. Why didn't she give anyone else a diary man-journal!??!
UNFAIRNESSSS
BYE MAN-JOURNAL.
MY LIFE WILL PROBABLY BE OVER SO DON'T EXPECT ANOTHER POST.
Maze is a BIT more of a diva than Cassandra describes him to be.
I don't know if this is going to be very frequent, but tell me if you like it or not!
