... Ok world...

World, you are THIS CLOSE to going too far. Okay, fine, the little accident was my fault, and it was especially my fault that I spent three days fretting over it rather than doing something about it. And you get bonus points for Physics today. BUT really, you're lucky I have a sense of humour about these things because randomly suspending the AIM account I use for hiding from people and for chatting isn't nice. Nor is not letting me get any response on what I should do about my little bit of doom here. And it's especially uncool that, since I have a final tomorrow at EIGHT IN THE MORNING (meaning I have to get up at least by seven), you get both Travis and Mike online tonight. Especially since soon they're going to figure out how to hide from us and I won't be able to chat with them anymore. And yeah, then there's the fact that I'd have to make another screen name to go stalk them anyway. Really though, world... it's a bit too far when I come home and my LOCKS ARE FREAKING CHANGED! I... just... no. It's funny and I'm laughing, but it's not going to be funny anymore soon. Even though I can't imagine what else you could come up with to taunt me with, I don't think I want to. Keep it to yourself, world, unless you intend to drive me completely over the edge into a snickering mass of non-thinking head-splodieness. ACK!

Someone needs to ask Travis in the chat tonight what he thinks Roy Mustang smells like. Better yet, someone needs to ask Mike what Havoc and all the other characters smell like. This is important!

AAAAAIEEEEEE!

I'M NOT AS DOOMED AS I THOUGHT I WAS! I HAVE BEEN FORGIVEN! HOORAY!

(P.S. World, I notice you haven't gotten around to that new lj-layout for me yet. I can forgive you though, because you gave up on dooming me. AAAHHHH! Now... to survive my compsci final.)