ElectricRouge In reply to breakthecolor [2011-03-31 00:04:27 +0000 UTC]

ARIIIIIIIIIIII WAIFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
Yes, yes, yes, post things and POST THEM WITH PRI-YUDDDD.

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ElectricRouge In reply to sonny-flynn123 [2011-02-05 00:37:13 +0000 UTC]

No problem.

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ElectricRouge In reply to spicyhorchata [2011-01-30 22:56:07 +0000 UTC]

WAIFUUUUUUU!

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ElectricRouge In reply to Nika-Tachikawa [2011-01-19 01:44:18 +0000 UTC]

Haha, why Rodrigaga? I was thinking more like, "Carrgaga." Since it's, like, Jim Carrey, and all.

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Nika-Tachikawa In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-19 02:51:46 +0000 UTC]

lol, my mistake! I tought I was wrong just after I posted that. Lady Rodrigaga is the name people in Brazil called a show host (Rodrigo Faro) after he dressed up like Lady Gaga (the thing got so popular that the quote "lady rodrigaga" reached the trending topics on twitter!). Thinking about it, this show host actually looks like Jim Carrey a bit, that's what got me mistaken (:

Well, your icon is epic anyways.

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ElectricRouge In reply to Nika-Tachikawa [2011-01-22 04:10:12 +0000 UTC]

Haha, really? That's such a weird coincidence.

Thank you. :3

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Nika-Tachikawa In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-30 16:42:43 +0000 UTC]

hahaha, yeah xD

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-09 03:24:05 +0000 UTC]

Damn straight. ;D

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-09 04:10:32 +0000 UTC]

do you know who that alex kid is..? Should I be worried?

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-09 04:25:29 +0000 UTC]

Oh, he's harmless. xD He was watching me on my old account.

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-09 04:28:37 +0000 UTC]

Oh, okay. Cuz he watched me or whatever I was all, "Hi. Who are you?" Cuz I got kind of worried like OH FUCK stalkers ALREADY? But yeah.

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-09 04:40:20 +0000 UTC]

No, no, he's fine. Hahahaha. No stalkers... yet.

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-09 04:41:44 +0000 UTC]

hooray! Watch, by next week you're going to have ten new stalkers, and all of them will be from Honduras. One of them will try to sell you tacos over the internet.

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-09 04:56:05 +0000 UTC]

Ohgod, it would not surprise me. xD I already have enough creepy guys stalking me on Facebook. There's the New Zealand guy, Mitchell Kent (or, rather, Mitchell Clark, whose stalking me and telling me his real last name was Clark alarmed me because, MR CLARK )... there's a third one and I can't remember what his name is, but he goes to Cathedral. Thankfully. I do not need any more.

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-09 05:16:12 +0000 UTC]

MITCHELL IS STALKING YOU?! OH MY GOODNESS. Mitchell, I don't like Mitchell. Well, actually, I dislike both Mitchell and Carlos Chandler, but I dislike Mitchell more. (I know Carlos is your friend and all but... I don't like him.)
New Zealand guy?
Mr. Clark once told me to go outside and wait for him and I was afraid he was going to rape me.
Once, there was this old guy who friended all of my friends and I so we figured he was someones dad or someone because he was super nice but then he turned out to be a total creeper!
Oh, good. At least he can't directly stalk you. No, no that's a lot of stalkers. That's like, a lot. How do you attract so many?!

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-09 06:32:44 +0000 UTC]

Yeah! He's so creepy. He's just... so incredibly sleazy. And I've never even talked to him but he keeps facebook poking me and telling me I have nice hair and talking about drug dealing... so creepy. ;n; He posted on my wall one day, "hello, this is your daily stalkage notification" and I replied with a link to Rockwell's "Somebody's Watching Me." I put him in his own separate chat group so I'd be offline with him... permanently.
Carlos is kind of a dick. The week I dated him was one of the worst experiences of my life, and I have to deal with the memory of his being my first boyfriend.
Oh, he's this weird New Zealander who keeps commenting on my stuff. :d He said I was the "real-life visual equivalent of Toy Story 3." I don't even like Toy Story.
Mr. Clark used to make me go on walks with him when he was going to the copy room before class started and people would be looking at me like "OH MY GOD YOU POOR THING WHAT'S HE GOING TO DO TO YOU?" And when we went to Austin for NHD, there were so many creepy moments. Like when we went to the Spaghetti Warehouse and he decided to sit right across from me and our knees were touching and he seriously took a fork and started eating Tiramisu off of my plate. >:I And then another day, my friend and I got locked out of our hotel room after being at the pool because our roommates were dumbasses and were playing super loud music and one of them was taking a shower, and the key was in the room, so we went to Mr Clark's room and woke him up, and he came to the door and looked me up and down and up and down and up and down... o_o So I was just standing there, freezing to death, in a bright red bikini, while he checked me out and my friend was just hiding far off... and he goes, "what do you want?" And I'm like, "we're locked out of our room," and he's like, "what about the other girls? they're in your room, aren't they?" and I'm like, "yeah, but they couldn't hear us knocking," and he's like, "dumbasses," and he went and unlocked the door with the extra key. Those stories would have sounded so great if it were a hot teenage guy instead of a creepy Humanities teacher.
D: That's scary!
I don't even know! They just... materialize. The creepy guys who hit on me are usually friends of Carlos Chandler and the rest of the Rape Crew (hahaha, that's what my friends and I call his friends), and occasionally, members of the Rape Crew, so I guess that's part of the reason. :/

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-09 06:52:57 +0000 UTC]

Oh my... Oh you poor soul...

THATS SCARY HANNAH LIKE NO SERIOUSLY. Mr. Clark is a total creeper with the hots for you!! When he met my mum I was afraid he was gonna start hitting on her or something.

It's timeee fooooorrrrrr Everybody's favvvvvvorrrrite game show, RAPE BY ASSOCIATION!

My business management teacher... I can't figure out of he's a rapist or Willy Wonka. At cross country meets, he used to rub my back after a race... (SCARY!) then give me a brownie (DELICIOUS!) In class, he would stand right up against my back and watch me do my work, occasionally resting his hands on my shoulders (SCARY!) then give me candy canes and chocolate (DELICIOUS!) and once my friend said he was staring at my ass (CREEPYASFUCK) but then he gave me a 100 on a test that I refused to take and a mint (AWESOMEANDDELICIOUS!)

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-09 07:03:25 +0000 UTC]

I KNOW HE WAS ALWAYS SCARING THE CRAP OUT OF ME AND ONE OF THE GUYS IN THAT CLASS LOOKED AT MR CLARK AND SAW HE HAD A BONER IN CLASS... while I was reading a long Merlin passage in The Once & Future King (and he would always insist that I do the voice of Merlin because I did it with a cool old man voice). My friend was like, "Damitri said Clarkles got a boner... he must have been turned on by MERLIN. I mean... ohgod, I'm so sorry, Hannah. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean it, I--" xD

THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD. Mr. Clark used to give me 100's on stuff I didn't turn in. ._. And he'd lecture the class and be like "why can't you be more like HANNAH" while I was sitting right there. And he'd try to get me into lunch detention with JUST HIM AND ME and so I got out of it by saying "I have a Milk & Cookies Club meeting." And he was like, "who's the sponsor of that club?" And I was like, "Mr... Roy," because my friend David Roy was the one who came up with the idea for that club. xD And he believed me.
Apparently somebody brought me up in his class this year or last year, and he was like, "DON'T BELIEVE ANYTHING HANNAH SAYS ABOUT ME!" o_o

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-09 08:03:07 +0000 UTC]

CREEPY RAPIST TEACHER STORIES. Oh my lord hahaha that sounds like Mr. Clark. Rawr I hate children rawr i only like one of you rawr rawr rawr Hannah is sexy rawr OMG THATS AMAZING there should be a milk and cookies club. That would be awesome. Wait... woah... he believed you... that's hilarious! what was he trying to get you into detention for?! HES TOTALLY GUILTY!!!! GUILT!

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-09 17:57:11 +0000 UTC]

Mr. Clark was so creepy. He's still creepy. Zoe said whenever she brings me up he gets all red and yells at her. There was this one time I was at Albertson's, and I saw Mr. Clark there, and I decided I'd just smirk at him and not acknowledge him with a greeting and make him decide whether or not it was me (because I look so different from the way I used to)... and he was following me and my dad. And then when my dad and I went in line, we looked over to the right and Mr. Clark was poking his head up over the magazine racks and staring at me. And my dad was like, "is that that asshole Mr. Clark?" And I was like, "yeah," and he glared at Mr. Clark and that scared the CRAP out of Mr. Clark and he stopped staring. Then I was like, "dad, this line is too long," and he was like, "well I'm not fucking going over to the short line next to that sicko."

The Milk & Cookies Club was actually a club at Coronado for a while. David's older brother was in it. xD It was mostly ROTC Seniors, and now they're all gone, so the club is gone, too.
He was trying to get me into detention for not turning work in and being a smart-ass. But I won. I. Won.

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-10 00:28:06 +0000 UTC]

Woah. That's scary. That's really really scary. He used to look like a hamster when he yawned or got mad. His cheeks puffed up really big and all. I bet he was like, "OMG HANNAH IS FLIRTING WITH ME OMG CREEPY STALKING TIME." Your dad sounds awesome. Hehheh. XD

And they just are milk and cookies? That's amazing. I wish we had a club like that.

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-10 04:38:13 +0000 UTC]

I know. It was terrifying. He's so creepy.
Hahaha, JoAnne Carey and I got really bored in Humanities one day and said that Mr. Clark looked like a chipmunk. And then we were wondering what he was like in high school. Something about Mr. Clark is really concerning, though, in that he's really well-read in the areas of semi-pedophilic literature. Like Gone With The Wind, being his favorite book. The age difference between Rhett & Scarlett was much like the age difference between him and his students... and much like with The Once and Future King, he always had me read the part of Scarlett and sometimes he'd step in as the voice of Rhett and it made me uncomfortable. o_o And then I was reading Bag of Bones by Stephen King which is mostly about this creepy middle-aged dude hitting on an 18-year-old girl, and Mr Clark walked up to me and was like, "OHHH, BAG OF BONES, I LOVE THAT BOOK! HAHA." And I was just sitting there. Being creeped out. The good news about Mr. Clark was that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.

Yeah. That was it. That was the club. Isn't that awesome?

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-11 01:23:22 +0000 UTC]

I really wouldn't be suprised if Mr. Clark had read and masturbated to Lolita. That book is really... out there. He totally wants you. And not just in the way a teacher wants a good student.
Once, when I had just transferred to morehead, i had to do the entire American notebook from the beginning because he's an asshole who made me, and I finished it in like a weekend and when I turned it in he told the class "Do you know why I like Alyssa? Because she gets a lot of work done in a short ammount of time." I don't think I helped the creepy level of this comment throughout the year, because I was usually that kid who got shit before anyone else. Like those poems he made us read and we had to analyze that shit. I was always the one like, "Oh, god you guys are idiots. The poem is not about his fucking kids and ability to follow the law, it's about how people that are good and perfect and model citizens never get any recognition!" I guess I was really horribly uppity in that way. And when I presented my NHD to him, he got a call in the middle of it, and when he hung up he was like, "Sorry. My friends are idiots who are interrupting a really well done NHD project." And since I don't respond well to compliments or anything, I just sort of laugh choked awkwardly and finished.

In conclusion, MR CLARK IS A FUCKING CREEPER.

That is the second best club in existence. The first is the Order of the Secret Wombats, which one of my friends told me her dad had in high school. They really just met at lunch sometimes and talked and ate food, but they were really quiet and secretive about it, and so everyone thought it was this amazing thing.

Do you want to know something horrible that happened today? I'm going to tell you anyway! I was at track with everyone and they made us run three laps around the track which I didn't know we were going to run more so I sprinted them and then we stretched and then we ran like a mile to Wiggs Middle School and were running up hills, but it wasn't that bad because we were going to walk back to school, but then the office called my coach and they were all like Alyssa has a dentist appointment and everyone was like Shit because none of the coaches drove their cars so he was like, well run kid. Run fast. So i had to sprint back to school and IT WAS HORRIBLE.

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ElectricRouge In reply to ChronicObscurity [2011-01-12 03:21:47 +0000 UTC]

ME EITHER. I bet it's his favorite book! I'm dreading the day my sister has him as a teacher... ._. *shudders*
I remember he distinctly told us not to use binders for American Notebooks, but I did anyway, because, notebooks? Fuck that. And I used Pages to make all of my cool two-page spreads, so I'd turn in my gorgeous, computer-made, hole-punched stuff, and everybody else's were all hand-done in notebooks... and he was like, "WHY AREN'T YOU AS GOOD AS HANNAH?"
Oh, man, me too. Mr. Clark and I would actually make fun of all of the people in class, right in front of them. And when we read "A Modest Proposal," he and I were talking about recipes for dead babies... Eh, it was a weird teacher-student relationship. I'd always make fun of him (or his mom), and he never cared. ("YOUR MOM WEARS TOO MUCH MASCARA ON MY BOTTOM LASHES." "I know, right? [creepy laugh]" "I wanted that to make you angry.")
OHSHIT. Did I tell you about his facebook? Somebody in my class went onto his facebook and there was this wall post that said, "Happy birthday, Frank. Hope you can find a nice senorita to give you a little pickle tickle. Emphasis on the 'little.'" So somebody alluded to it one day, and he got really mad. And he said he'd deleted his facebook. But Tania and I found it. >:] And I friended him like, last year? And he still hasn't accepted it... but he hasn't declined it either. It's just sitting there, collecting dust. And I'm assuming that because I can see when he friends people and when he likes pages, he can see all of my stuff... because my privacy settings are somewhat loose. e_o
One time, my friend was passing notes with our token black classmate (loljk, I love Damitri), and Damitri was like, "looks like Clark's got a five dollar footlong!" And Mr. Clark noticed they were passing notes and picked it up and got all red and tore the note up and threw stuff. And then, once in a while, we'd be like, "it's c-c-c-catching onnnnn," or just do the Five Dollar Footlong dance. He'd get so. Pissed. Off. Heheheheheh.
His friend, Mr. Varela, who went with us to Austin and is also a teacher... is also a pedo. We went to the Spaghetti Warehouse and Kiss N Fly, this lesbian bar, was right across the street, so we all started singing I Kissed A Girl... and after we sang, "and I liked it," he was like, "and I liked it too." That whole trip was full of creepy. Like when he made me and Iliana help the pizza guy and I was already in my pajamas... and my pajamas were a pair of short short shorts and a long t-shirt. It looked like I wasn't wearing anything down below. And those were the pajamas I wore the whole trip. And I answered the door in those pajamas one morning when everybody else was asleep, and it was Mr. Clark. And he looked me up and down all creepy like he did with the bathing suit, and he started talking and I slammed the door in his face before he finished. Heh. And then there was when one of my friends jokingly said I was a fatty (incidentally, my breakfast the day we left Austin? Three Krispy Kreme donuts), and he was like, "SHE IS NOT FAT. She weighs like 70 pounds, soaking wet, with 10 dollars of change in her pocket." I can honestly say that everything Mr. Clark ever said to me was kind of creepy.

Actually, something that has to go somewhere with those two clubs is The Fraternal Order of the Beard. And the Chowder Society, from Ghost Story by Peter Straub (that book is AWESOME, I borrowed it from my grandma... highly recommended).

D': Ohmigod. That's horrible! Do you not have track last period? Because that's how Coronado does it, hahahaha.
If you want to hear something horrible that happened to me today... I was in orchestra and Ms Steadman had me make copies of the music we were supposed to play in the ensemble I missed a rehearsal for yesterday afternoon... and I couldn't figure out how to turn the copy machine on. By the time I had it on, rehearsal had started and I didn't have my viola out, so I went back out and... well, thankfully, all of the All-Region players were practicing in practice rooms, and the only people left were the slackers. Because the zipper on my case got stuck. We were about to play, and Ms Steadman was like, "Hannah, what are you doing? Would you care to join us?" And I turned all red and said, "the zipper on my case... is stuck." And everybody started laughing, and Ms Steadman got the only muscular guy in the room to unzip it with a pair of pliers. It took about ten minutes. Rehearsal was held up for me. And then he finally got it opened. Turned out I had a strap zipped into the zipper track.

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ChronicObscurity In reply to ElectricRouge [2011-01-13 03:21:54 +0000 UTC]

Your poor, poor sister. He's going to go all HANNAH NUMBER TWO on her.

Dude, yes! He was like, go look at Leslie's and just sort of copy what she has and I went all NO BITCH I AM NOT HANDWRITING ALL THAT SHIT. It's funny how you get more work done faster if you use the computer, which makes teachers think you spent more time, when really you're just super lazy and did it in 15 minutes because you have mad typing skills.
OHMYLORD once I was reading Vladimir Todd (DON'T JUDGE ME!) and he walked up to me and was like what are you reading? And I was like this uh... this vanooshlyfdsakjg. And he was all what and I was all vumpyrbuk! And he was like WHAT and I was like VAMPIRE BOOK and he was all OH GOD please don't tell me you're one of THOSE girls and I was all no... in a quiet little voice because I'm not but it looked like I was and I'm not about to dispute something like that. It's like when your hand gets caught in the cookie jar because you were trying to see if it would fit but it didn't and everyones all mad because those cookies are for AFTER dinner and it's really just easier to say you are a horrible cookie stealer then try and explain how you wanted to know if your hand would fit and it was totally unrelated to the cookies, but you're not spending all that time explaining shit to them because you really just want them to help you get your hand out. It was like that with Mr. Clark. ONLY WORSE.

I KNOW like if Mr. Clark likes you, it's winlose. You get creepy adoring or in your case, creepy lusting Mr. Clark, but you can also say whatever you want and he doesn't get mad. Case in point, I once walked up to him and was like FREDDIEMERCURYWASFLAMINGGAYANDHEDIEDOFAIDSHI and he just was like uhhuh... go inside. Or like, I met him in the middle of the year, and introduced myself by walking into his classroom and waving in his face and going HI MR CLARK!!!!!!!!!!! I'M NEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! And yeah XD

That is... the creepiest austin trip ever. Ever. I need to read that book. It sounds like awesome.

Seriously? That's fantastic! I do that allll the time. It's SO ANNOYING. I once got my locker stuck closed and I had to ask the kid who's locker is above mine to unlock it for me and my locker is a MESS so it was emabrrasing. I need to stop using capital letters all the time. It's this thing I started and you sort of stumbled into the time frame where this horribleness began.

I can't figure out if my track coach is making fun of me or impressed with me, because everytime she walks by, she laughs and smiles like I'm either really good or really horrible. And she told her daughter that I'm a good runner, but I'm not so I think maybe... I"M SO CONFUSED.

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