tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85686542011-04-22T02:32:09.858-02:00Hemikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07189465399459881585noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568654.post-1096772389945233152004-10-02T23:02:00.000-02:002004-10-03T01:02:00.596-02:00<center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v391/Hemiko/Funnies/.jpg" /></center> <br /> <br />I've always wondered why people ask you questions. Especially ones they don't need to know the answers to. >-<>wonderful. </em>So wonderful in fact, that they just shove you out of their way. Example: I was in the mall today, after that weird woman stopped me (O-O;), and I saw these girls from my school. They must've saw me, cause they started laughing as though I would become interested. >__> Idiots. I continued to walk and they followed me. I mean <em>followed. </em>So they followed me to the food court and I was talking with a member of my school's anime club when there was this loud outburst of laughter. Welps, Michell had been quite annoyed and she pretended to trip and threw her tray in the air. Guess where it landed. We were laughing so hard, tears were coming out of our eyes. That's what they get. XP! <br /> <br />~*Hemiko <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568654-109677238994523315?l=icyillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hemikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07189465399459881585noreply@blogger.com4