Metallic O'Dalek

I have much wishes to join this. And I don't think my first sentence was grammatically correct.

*cough* Don't mind my signature which was inspired by this entry...

I haven't heard any of those, but I have heard "Santa's Gonna Kick Your ######" by The Arrogant Worms. =P

I'd have to say somewhere between three and four thirty. Don't ask why I spelled those out. =l

OMG REVIVAL OF THIS ENTRY@@@@@@@@@@

OMG out of the way, whither the moose? And whyfore the naked mole rat?

I... I don't know how to describe this awesome.

Insolence! You insult the Almighty Twinkie of Heaven when you say it's too sweet! >=O

My weapon'll be the SC-20K or whatever it's called from the Splinter Cell games, I'll be travelling with Bill Nye, and I'll be drving in a School Bus. O_o

There never was a safe area of any kind in tag games I would play. Everywhere you went, you were fair game.

I... I don't even know words to properly describe this awesomeness. XD

All of the above comments and the entry cover my major fears. =l

They gave up on me about a year ago. I had to go through that twice, and still my teeth refuse to surrender to the Powers of Orthodontia. They said my retainers could come out... Next time I came in, my lower teeth had returned to their positions of defiance. In response, they sent in the braces once more, and they did a good job of holding back the revolutionaries for a time, then when they retreated and retainers were set in place to suppress the rebels some more. Then when those were removed and my mouth was once more a combat-free zone, those rebellious lower teeth of mine seized slightly new positions that were (and are) more easily defended. So now I have no braces, and my teeth have won the fight for freedom of will.

You need to be exposed to rain more often. I was in a downpour in a super absorbent coat for three hours today, 'cause I had no way to call and let my mom know today wasn't a full day at school... That and the doors locked behind me... And no one bothered to let me back in. Not that I mind. I ♥ being in rain for long periods of time...

Have your blog fav'd, I do.

I had braces twice before they gave up on my teeth. My lower teeth always went back to their previous positions as soon as the retainers were gone. -.-

Sadly, it doesn't work with numbers. I found this out when I tried to summarize Pi to a million decimals. =l

I would say that the following image conveys all my thoughts on this issue:

Can't until this December. I turn seventeen then, and my parents will allow M-rated games (finally).

It's not so much the .50 that does obvious things to my ears as when I get on the minigun in the Marka Breakdown mission... I always wear earplugs for that one. Apparently it feels really weird upstairs, since that one is such a fast vibration in the floor. Sadly, I can't experience any of this, as I am the only one in my family who will touch a first-person shooter. =l

It makes it so I can't play the song out loud while my family is home, which ticks me off, as I like to play my music out loud. That is where the problem is.

It's a spider. If that occured to me, my reaction would depend on who was nearby: If my cat were in easy reach, I'd sic her on it, and she'd find and eat it. If my sister were nearby, I would find a large atlas, dictionary, and medical concordance (Yes, all three of those, at her insistence) and hunt it down and smash it on a paper towel. But if it were just me and my dad home, I'd grab a large, clear cup or bowl and catch it, slide a thin piece of cardboard or paper under it, and show it to my dad before releasing it about twenty yards from the house. Of course, this is obviously irrelevant to this entry in all aspects other than the part about there being a large spider which you do not know where it is. =l

Ignoring the rest of the entry, my highest ever kill count in a Halo FFA was 1. =)

Does anybody know what the Z stands for anymore? >.>

I wish I could post on your art in GA, but it's greatness always fries my brain circuits, and my fingers can only type random comments about cheese, hedgehogs, kittens, or other non-related things. >.<

It's not worth it. I was number one on that list for a while. It's not as satisfying as it seemed it would be. I would prefer if you didn't post something unless you have something meaningful to say.

But wait, if you do that, it would make your blog infinitely better than mine, not that it isn't already infinitely better... =l

>Close the door before any more oxygen escapes.