Post by hawkeye on Dec 17, 2006 11:14:59 GMT -5
Yes, I've lost it. Gone off the deep end. Reached a new level of crazy. Beyond insane. Out to lunch with the mentally unstable. You name it.
Newsie Notes holiday special! *weebles about in circle of crazy*
See, I felt bad about not updating as often as I'd like to, so I'm going to try REALLY hard to have a holiday thing out soon.
And on that note--I have a loverly banner to share with all of you.
(c) Red. And I love it! =3
& because the crazy is taking over (more), I present you with the first bit of my deeply cracktastic tale. (I'm writing it in the format the Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging series is written in. I thought it fit.)
Nov. 28, 5:25 pm
These are the times that try men’s souls, when they have been forced to be in absolute crap holiday performances of the beloved tale of a hopeless, friendless reindeer, who saves the day by having a gigantic, red, light-up nose. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got nothing against misfit reindeer heroes. I’ve just got a problem with being sucked into the school’s performance of it.
5:30 pm
Phoned Race.
“Race? ‘S me.”
“Ah, the fair Daphne rings once more.”
“I’m hanging up next time you say anything relatively close to that,” I said.
There was a pause.
I snapped, “You better not be considering saying something else like that.”
He quickly said, “Nope. Definitely not. Silly idea.”
I slammed the phone down.
5:40 pm
Phoned Kid Blink.
“Blink?”
“Hawkeye?”
“This is crap,” I said.
“What?” he asked, “The Christmas show?”
“No, the pink zebra living in my closet.”
Blink sounded absolutely shocked, “Really?”
I rolled my eyes, “No.”
“Oh,” there was a pause, then, “So you meant the Christmas show?”
“Clearly.”
“Oh… Yeah, it is crap.”
BACK TO THE REALM OF CRAZY!
(P.S. For those of you who know Rudolph, guess who's going to be the Train with Square Wheels.)
INSANITY MOBILE, AWAYYYYYYYYYY!
Newsie Notes holiday special! *weebles about in circle of crazy*
See, I felt bad about not updating as often as I'd like to, so I'm going to try REALLY hard to have a holiday thing out soon.
And on that note--I have a loverly banner to share with all of you.
(c) Red. And I love it! =3
& because the crazy is taking over (more), I present you with the first bit of my deeply cracktastic tale. (I'm writing it in the format the Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging series is written in. I thought it fit.)
Nov. 28, 5:25 pm
These are the times that try men’s souls, when they have been forced to be in absolute crap holiday performances of the beloved tale of a hopeless, friendless reindeer, who saves the day by having a gigantic, red, light-up nose. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got nothing against misfit reindeer heroes. I’ve just got a problem with being sucked into the school’s performance of it.
5:30 pm
Phoned Race.
“Race? ‘S me.”
“Ah, the fair Daphne rings once more.”
“I’m hanging up next time you say anything relatively close to that,” I said.
There was a pause.
I snapped, “You better not be considering saying something else like that.”
He quickly said, “Nope. Definitely not. Silly idea.”
I slammed the phone down.
5:40 pm
Phoned Kid Blink.
“Blink?”
“Hawkeye?”
“This is crap,” I said.
“What?” he asked, “The Christmas show?”
“No, the pink zebra living in my closet.”
Blink sounded absolutely shocked, “Really?”
I rolled my eyes, “No.”
“Oh,” there was a pause, then, “So you meant the Christmas show?”
“Clearly.”
“Oh… Yeah, it is crap.”
BACK TO THE REALM OF CRAZY!
(P.S. For those of you who know Rudolph, guess who's going to be the Train with Square Wheels.)
INSANITY MOBILE, AWAYYYYYYYYYY!