I just received an e-mail from Tinierme that ' the cancellation of the TinierMe, and TinierMe for Facebook services (the “Services”) [will be in effect] as of 12:00 a.m. (PST) on December 10, 2012"
;3;
I mean, I rarely got on...but that's some very depressing news. I liked that website...;3; I wonder why it got cancelled...
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In other news...Have you noticed that I have a new world?!
It's Listopia! World of meh lists of stuff...mainly because it felt cluttered on this Loli-pop world with all these different kinds of posts. I mean, some are okay, but those lists in particular are a tad boring unless you're looking to read that kind of stuff...they're more formal lists than the random lemme show ya pics posts.
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Just 'cause I feel like this post is too short....lemme tell you about my nightmare that I had. It's rather graphic (hoh, not that you'll be seeing any graphics! XD)
In my nightmare I was in class (not that class I really know, but it's like that in dreams where you understand that you're in a certain setting even if you have no memory of it or the people in it) and I suddenly fell asleep or was knocked out. When I woke up I could barely open my eyes, but I could clearly see mutilated bodies of the once living students all around me. I saw two men in front of the classroom. They didn't look particularly out of place. Wearing some casual jeans and jacket, they could've been students in the class, too, but I understood in this dream that they weren't.
One of them had a stun gun. That's probably how I was knocked out. Since I'm weak I couldn't escape from the shock and my eyes shut. I couldn't open my eyes, but I could hear the voices of the men speaking of rape and mutilation. I heard them talk about cutting me into pieces and sending me to different states. Of course, this is a terrible situation, to be paralyzed and hear these awful things.
Suddenly I stopped hearing talking and I awoke in a box, fully nude. I opened the box to find that I was in my house. I was relieved, at least, that I wasn't in pieces. What was disturbing, though, was the unknown. They must have gone through with the rape, or something...but why wasn't I mutilated.
I decided to pick up the phone and call 911. I accidentally started talking before I heard the dial tone or anybody on the other side. I waited until I heard a voice. It was there, static-y. I could barely make it out. Until I realized that it was my own voice speaking through the phone.
Then I woke up~! :D Though the end wasn't really one of those dreams where it just ended abruptly. I was freaked out enough I decided to wake up on my own. So it was a fitting end for the dream. I don't need to know more than what I did.
But then it was hard going to sleep.
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I've been addicted to this song lately:
It's...just....SO CATCHYYY...;m; I really love the designs for No More Heroes, too. I don't think I'd ever want to play it, though....it just looks too...creepy, I guess. Dark?
Yay~! I've run out of things to say~! :D
ADIOSSS AMIGOOSSSS!!
