And off to Hong Kong we go! This is such a Plot Device, it's not even funny. Oh well. On the plus side, it should be fun to put everyone through this, and I do really want to see what happens here =P.
Then we have another side: A secret project that me and my Assistant Fayt are working on. It'll take a loooooooong time though, since it's using all of my scratch sprites.
And time for a rant: I hate my mother. Over the weekend my friend had a minor cold, and I caught it. Then my fucking bus driver decided to show up at the school an hour later than she was supposed to. So I'm standing out there in the freezing cold waiting for my bus driver with a minor cold. I wake up today and tell my mom about my cold getting worse. She just says "you'll be fine," then goes downstairs and starts complaining about it to my dad. I come downstairs after my shower and yell at her for saying I was lying, when I was suffering from migraines I've had for ages now, a cold, and a sore jaw because I pulled a muscle in it from sneezing yesterday. Finally, my dad being the only good person in this house who I actually care about (I have my mother to blame for all of my misfortune in Sussex, since it was her bright idea to move here instead of moving to Grand Bay near my friends there like the one who I got the cold from, or just plain ol' staying in Winnipeg, and my sister? She's a spoiled bitch.) said I could go lie down and stay home, and I did just that and fell asleep until 1 o' clock. My mother is the fucking reason I have so many holes in my old walls, and if she doesn't shut the fuck up there's going to be even more holes. God I hate my family… Except my dad.
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