The Lion King - The Story (Simba)


The Lion King 2 - We Are (Simba - Outlanders)

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"quiet, i'm reminiscing.'













I miss Michelle.


moar plz






lol. Esther's always so shy.


reminiscing over pictures of reminiscing people
lol. Cute. (anti-feilunhai I know what you're gonna say: that I'm going lesbian.

The only reply I have to that is: bah. C: )


I shall now switch to talk about something else:

The fact that BOYS ARE HITTING ON ME.

Well, maybe not exactly, but...

I heard their conversation long before they came near enough for me to actually see the pimples on their faces. They were reiterating the incident. Aka, 'Notworkin! LOLLOLOL'.

boys.

I turned around. They laughed, and settled into chairs right behind me.

The group of males in front of me started having a conversation, their hushed whispers way too loud.

'Hey, is he...She...Eh, guy or girl?'

I blew my invading black bangs back from my forehead, as if that would work. As if seeing my eyes would tell those dumbasses that I am a female.

Nope.

They squinted at me.

'Do I even look like a guy?' I asked, annoyed.

They didn't respond, shrugging and turning away.

That's hitting? you might be thinking. You call that hitting?

Oh no, I respond. Definitely not. THIS is what I call hitting:

One guy, clad in a checked white jacket, turned to me. 'Hey, weren't you the dude -'

'I'm a girl,' I snapped, exasperated. 'Not a dude.'

The guy ignored me, making 'that's her!' gestures to his friend sitting across him.

Then, of course, he proceeded to woo/amuse me.

'Heeeeeeeeeeey,' he tried. I rolled my eyes.

'Y'know,' he attempted, 'if I could arrange the alphabet, I'd put you and me together.'

'Oh please. Don't you have anything original?'

'Certainly,' he said, unperturbed. 'Hey, you must be tired - cuz' you've been running in my mind all day.'

I groaned, but I was interested. I hadn't heard that one before. His friend laughed heartily.

When it was time to go, this blonde guy came up to me with a coupla his cronies.

'Hey I lost my phone number. Can I have yours?' He inquired, causing mass gigglezation from his buddies.

'What?' I replied, a bit disoriented. 'Wha - oh just shut up!'


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And today Robbie helped me pack my oil pastels. Oh goody.