Um, Reine? If Parks says anything stupid (or otherwise), it's because he's drunk.
Again. Please bear with him.
So, um. HI. My name's Toby, and I'm here on Ginny's order to, uh, "entertain you, o avid viewers of Parker's site." She gave me the password to this account, saying that she trusts me not to go about telling People Named Parker Mackenzie what it is - unless he threatens to tell everyone about my Deepest Darkest Secret Whatever That Is. o_o
So, yeah. Parks has been trying very hard to busy himself with school lately but it seems that his efforts are slowly going to waste. He usually locks himself up in his room, and either sits in front of the PC all day or stares in front of the television screen (with or without controllers at hand) for hours, before trying once again to go to sleep. I would say that he makes me worry real bad - and he does, sorta - but, like my sister said, this kind of behavior is to be expected of him anyway. I just hope Ms. Sanchez from the drama club comes up with another project again, since that's "the only thing that can save Parks's brain from sure damnation," as Ginny would say. .-.
I love you, I want to take you to England and marry you.
WTF WTF GINNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR BRAIN YOU NEED TO GET MEDICATION NEED TO BE FUCKING SATED TRANQUILISED PUT DOWN HERE HAVE SOME Vs !! Somebody give her a call. She's unbearable when she's bored! D: *pulls away from the deranged woman's clutches*
EDIT. Look who's talking. You actually checked your journal! O: And whose brain needs checking again? I'm not the one whom several people found gallivanting around a strip club (for STRAIGHT MEN!), talking to myself about the wonders of MUSHROOMS and ELASTIC ARMS and SQUIGLY LEGS and you haven't even taken ANY at the time, mind you. Who needs medication now, huh? >P
Also. Dood. The capslock. The font size. The commas! That is all. u_u
EDIT: *rages in despair* I hate you. I absolutely hate you. I'm deleting this entry and changing my password (and shut up about your being my master and omniscient [EDIT. Do you even know what omniscient means? >D) and that shit - you are never touching this journal again) right now!
EDIT. Ahahahahaahaaaaa. *L*
I should prolly change the subject line to "Parks-sport." Kakakaka.
The glowy medicinal substance in the shiny bottle actually works. Woo-hoo. My new friends are whompingly convenient, yo. o.o
Just got home from Boracay this morning. XD
Term starts next week.
Attended rehearsals for the new *top secret koff koff* play in the afternoon. I swear, Melissa Sanchez. I'm very happy you decided to give me an un-canine-related role for once but, really now, Teban? *shudder*
I must remain professional. o_o
Meh. So tired.
Blueberry Cheesecake Ice Cream~~ :3
bugg harass pester Reine some more*
I come home to the Philippines after spending almost a month at a place I didn't even know existed (EDIT: Heh. Do you even know any other place than the Philippines and Australia? XDD --ME), and what do I find? A PUPPY IN MY LAYOUT.
A FUCKING PUPPY IN WHAT USED TO BE MY PERFECT, PERFECT LAYOUT. WHAT THE FUCK.
And it's not just that. People are starting to flock my journal and friend me like WHAT THE FUCK WHO HACKED INTO MY ACCOUNT AND SPREAD MY URL OUT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A PRIVATE JOURNAL AND WHY THE HELL ARE SEVERAL OF MY POSTS UNLOCKED??????!!! D:< *locks them*
AND WHO THE FUCK IS RAVYN_ASHLING AND HOW DID YOU FIGURE OUT MY PASSWORD?!?! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!?!?!?!! *rages*