I hate Mondays. Seriously.

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Yesterday night my dog died. So we're a little frazzled by that. Everyone who lives with us gets tumors, especially our animals. All of them get tumors. Zeus did. Xena did. All fucking 500 of our hamsters did. One was bleeding out her eyes. And here I am, still living, still here. DOES THAT MEAN I GET TO HAVE A TUMOR TOO?

So I'm sad and pissed. I'm been working on a GM6 EXE presentation for English class on how to play Whist. I also have been working on Taipei for my mom, whose birthday is in three days. That's right, Xena died for her birthday. Zeus dies for her anniversary.

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I really want HTML. I think I'ma plot getting it, the legal way and the right way. It'll be like the only thing I have I didn't cheat in some way to get. Although I never did hack LOLOMGWTFBBQ4 until after I beat it, I still did eventually so meh.

Actually, to my joy and disappointment in a way, Melee just gave them to me. x3 So I'm pleased I guess! Thanks Melee!

This of course gives me a new field to experiment in, but don't worry, I'll keep the disasters to myself.

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As for Metroid, don't bother asking. With all the free time I've had lately, I'll pencil working on that in for two weeks from now; Easter Break. That week or almost two I'll work on Metroid and some of my other shit.

And speaking of Metroid, it looks like this is here to stay. So I'll use my teh pwnsome HTML that I have to make it big.

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Yai

On to better things.

Wait, thanks to my English teacher, I don't have many better things to talk about. I'm going to go read Great Expectations and finish my Whist presentation. That bitch has to die.

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