Missile

:D

Can I see your drawings? :o

KAY FARADAY IS CUTE
AGREED?

I ADORE KAY FARADAY ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Oh! Yes! *points to her thread in the Artwork subforums*

I can't think of anything D:

Hrm...*thinks*

I'm...not sure.

Can you think of anything? o.o

I forget why, but I didn't o-o I wish I did.

It does, but I got used to it and soon was strong enough that it didn't hurt ^^

RIGHT.

I'm not sure. I never asked o-o

Ow xD And the next day it hurts to stand, sit, or even move cuz your back aches so bad D:

Right! I AGREE WITH ALL OF THIS. Also here's a passage from a friend's writing.

"My name is XXX. I will be writing this essay about dogs. I hope you keep reading."

-_-

8DDD :DDDDDDDD

XD!! Trust me, it's hard to run with that weight dragging you down x.x

Hm :D All the kids I know don't seem to be...all that smart :/ CHEATERS

8D

I don't wanna stop talking to you either D:
Um...
FUNNY STORIES FROM BOOT CAMP TIME!!

My platoon went to the weight room, but I've never lifted weights before, so I basically wandered around pointlessly. Finally, I pick up a 35 pound barbell weight and go over to my sergeant, asking if I can carry it around with me everywhere I go to get stronger. I must've been suffering from temporary insanity. He tells me to pick up the 45 pound weight instead, and takes his radio, telling Sergeant King that he has a cadet on his way to him. Then he tells me to run over to Sergeant King and tell him that Sergeant Spalding says 'Hi.' So I pick up the large weight and stumble-jog across post to Sergeant King. He's supervising the females, who are in a separate platoon from the males, and all the females laugh as I run past them. I run up to Sergeant King and deliver the message, and Sergeant King tells me to go tell Sergeant Spalding that Sergeant King says 'Hi.' I run back to the weight room and deliver the message. Sergeant Spalding asks if I still want to carry a weight with me everywhere, and I, being the idiot that I am, said yes. So he sends me back to Sergeant King to ask him 'How're you doing?' By now I'm getting really tired, the heavy weight is digging into my arms and beginning to hurt. I deliver messages back and forth amongst the sergeants, until finally onne sergeant has me tell Sergeant Spalding that he's getting fat. I'm thinking 'Uh-oh, this isn't good.' but Sergeant Spalding laughs and says he probably is. (Sergeant Spalding is this scary-muscular asian dude. No fat at all xD) I run around with that weight for five hours, and it's still in my locker back at post. Sergeant Spalding calls it my Spalding Rock xD I was sore for four days after that. /random story end

D: It'll only last so long, enjoy it while you can...

I know! Making people say "what the heck ARE you" is FUN.

ANATOMYYYY

Yesh, you really must try it someday ^^
Just don't forget that it still needs sugar and I suggest putting some creamer or milk in it :D

Heh, it's fine. Yeah, I skipped a few grades :D

Same here! I like a bunch of different things to boot, so I've always been the outsider (not that I've really ever cared, though.)

:D :3

It. Is. Amazing. Think heaven in a coffee mug <3 That's what it tastes like x] It's not even bitter at all, like coffee usually is :o!

Yes. I'm glad I'm finally no longer thought to be a young child, then :D!
I love french vanilla coffee :o