Le me is le socially retarded. (also in a dangerously good mood) HAI GUISE.

No, seriously, guys, humans make me uncomfortable.

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Pity there are over 2000 of them at this conference. -_- And pity that I look like a front girl. NO. THIS IS NOT GOOD.

But guise. I look fucking fabulous today. I shit you not. If these scientist fellows weren't turned on by smartness, they'd be poppin' boners all over the place.

... why did I write that.

I've been reading Americalovesthecockpit.
BLAME THE FANFICTION, GUISE.

I write this as I work. In a room with said scientists doing checking through their smart presentations and GOOD LAWD I NEED TO PUT AN OVER EIGHTEEN RESTRICTION ON THIS PAGE. :'D

Except then you guise would have to live without my highly intelligent (shit, only Mathais, from the University of Copenhagen, who's talking about those damn bacteriophages infecting the fish pathogen Flavobacterium psychrophilum, is allowed to pop a boner at my highly intelligent sexiness. Shut up. Denmark does this shit on the side. When he's not being a country. >_>) observations on the human condition.

That and my observations on how fucking good I look today.

I mean, my makeup isn't great - I was in a hurry and had to do it at work - but I am wearing the most sleek dress I have right now. Very proffessional, and I feel like an airhostess. But, you know, less like I'm everyone's bitch.

This dress makes my curves look splendid, if you didn't get that.
Also makes my boobs look not nonexistent. Which is a good thing. Because they pretty much are nonexistent. :D

Alright, guise, I'm going to update Chelle Nine's blog for the first time in literally forever.

I've been so goddamn exhausted, and I didn't have interwebs in Seoul. I'M SORRY GUISE. LET ME LOVE YOU WITH PICTURES AND UPDATES AND EVERYTHING THAT MAKES PEOPLE HAPPY AND LOVE ME.

I should post a picture of me in my dress. Except my face is fat, so it's just my sexy body that you guise need to look at. :3

Love ya'll~ I'm busy being a baws now to keep writing this bollocks.

If ya'll hadn't noticed, I'm in a good mood. Even though I'm talking to people and currently doing two jobs.  I don't know why, but writing this mood has put a goofy smile on my face.

Maybe because I keep complimenting myself like a regular whore. :D

GOOD GAWD. BELLE. STOP BEING A COMPLIMENTWHORE.

But seriously, guise, tell me I'm boss and legendary and amazing and fucking awesome. Also belle. Tell me I'm le belle. Because that means beautiful, in case ya'll didn't know. ASDFGHJKL.

... 'Y'all'... PFFT.

Sincerely,
Nyo-merica.

If ya'll Hetalia fans know what I mean.

*I know 'guise' is actually like a 'DISguise'. But I likes it. So I used it. Because I'm just that baws that lexical rules don't have meaning to me. Unless someone other than me does it. In which case I WILL GO GRAMMARFAG ON YOU, AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. :<

P.S. LET ME LOVE YOU WITH CHELLE NINE. LET CHELLE NINE LOVE YOU.

Belle...
Wat r u riting this shit...
BELLE...
STAHP.

LOLNO. I don't stop writing this shit when I start.
HAHAHA. (Read: America obnoxious laugh)

Guise, I'm currently thinking about grade eleven.

I'm going to do, so far:
Maths B, OP English, Biology, Modern History, Ancient History, and now I'm stuck.

I DO see legal studies, though. On a scale of one to ten, how boring do you guise think that would be? I didn't know that we DID legal studies. Is that for lawyering and shiz like that? :/

In other words, I am fucking sick of my drama teacher not assisting in the group choices for drama work, and I fucking refuse to be in the same group over and over again. :< I mean the people are great, and they're lovely, and kind, and they're my friends, but I feel that in drama we have to be given the chance to expand our horizons, work with people we wouldn't normally, get given the chance to create something unique and beautiful. I can't do that if I'm with the same people every time. I truly feel as though my teacher is not doing the greatest of jobs, letting us choose our own groups every time.

Okay, Legal Studies it is.

Imma be a fother mucking lawyer, guise~

I made myself less happy.

I'll say this again: LET ME LOVE YOU WITH TRIP PICTURES AND SHIZ THAT I'LL UPLOAD TO FACEBOOK AND CHELLE NINE AND ALL THAT SHIZ~. LET ME LOVE YOU.

For some reason writing 'Let me love you.' puts me in a good mood. I guess I just love to love, you guise.

Alright, that was less Nyomerica-esque.

Okay, I'm gone. GONE. To, you know, write a shit load of blog entries. A SHIT LOAD. :>

I LOVE YOU GUISE.