The Mad Hatter

only your back turned, writing on a whiteboard...

eeeeee...i need you more than anyone darling

^That's what happens to me. :disappointed:

I don't know many people who actually get 8 hours of sleep every night.

I can leave you in, if you'd like.

It took me a few seconds, but I got it.

ewww That first guy has muscles on his muscles...wtf.

I voted for not caring, but I thought about it and now realize that it's absolutely disgusting when people are all bulge-y like that.

Pale blue eyes are too much. Blonde hair is too much. Talent is too much.

Your little banner does scare me a bit Jack. Big Simon is watching you...

:sneaky:

= shredded extra sharp cheddar

Thank you.

Hold on, I need to think of an original and creative way to say "no."

:dance: SEX CHANGE

I can't believe Nathan's not winning, especially because of this little Simon gem here: His logo totally fits with the committee's ideals. xD

GTFO I toured Frostburg State University's fine arts department, I've seen art. xD

I had a dream that I wrote and wrote and wrote and reached the conclusion that all things are infinite and all things are final and I said what I needed to and everything fell into place like a proof it was indirect I've never been good at direct two-column difficult things I've never been good at logic. I had a dream that everything made sense because in my mind I could see all things in motion and I rode a bicycle at the speed of light and I was a genius. I figured that people made sense to me and feeling abandoned was normal and feeling so happy and so sad at the same time did make you feel sick and seeing people made me feel sick and it does now and why aren't you saying anything? Do you see me? I can't see myself. I had a dream that everything was infinite and everything was final, and crazy people never know they're crazy, or they're in denial, or something, I don't know, don't ask me, I never know, I have never known, I never will know, and I'm just as scared as everybody else that one false word or one step will break my ankles. And I'm scared of people, I'm scared they'll know who I am. Do you know who I am? There are so many things I need to say, that I thought I'd said, I thought I was okay because being okay is the norm. What has happened where did we go wrong and not what I thought was we but what is now we? Can anything make this stop happening? Will I stop before I wreck and end up in a thousand tiny sharp pieces that carve into your skin with every step I take will I destroy myself if I don't do these things that have to be done to make things fall into place? And how long has it been since "and" was a continuation of my innermost thoughts? How long has it been since I've done this and felt better after finishing? What will happen in this next year that I'm so afraid of, that I'm making it seem like nothing is here, in fifty minutes, what will happen, will I die, will I be sick as I am now, what the fuck is wrong with this? I had a dream that everything was infinite and final.

:uhoh:

Don't worry, I will save the day.

No, I lied, Chat-Avenue was my first message board.

Missing school. D:

The official Harry Potter one.

"an entire bear."

The sweet sounds of Hasee Bounce. e_e