The Little Pumpkin

There once was a pumpkin named Libby.
Libby wasn't very big and, well.. "pumpkin-like" like other pumpkins. She was small, round, and could easily be mistaken for an orange.
"No one would want to make a jack-o-lantern out of me," lamented Libby. "Even with the most frightening of designs, I wouldn't be able to scare a fly."

She happened to be in the batch of pumpkins sitting in the lobby of a company in California, all anxiously waiting to be taken home and carved into something spectacular. They would be contenders for the company's upcoming Halloween pumpkin carving contest. But Libby didn't have much hope to be chosen, thinking she'd be left to rot in the dumpster.

Just then, a girl walked in, grumbling about how her boss was forcing her to join the contest--even though she had never even thought about pumpkin carving before and was also a busy college student. She eyed the bunch and reluctantly picked up the pumpkin that fit in the palm of her hand, thinking it was cute. And now Libby had a home.

The girl quickly grew attached to Libby, firstly taking a picture of Libby with the newly reddened leaves outside the company office to signify the arrival of Autumn, and later even taking dumb selcas with the tiny pumpkin.

Even the girl's alpaca wanted in on the action.

But now they were posed with the question of what to make Libby into. Luckily, the girl didn't want to do something scary, which Libby found relief in; she didn't want to become something scary either, even if all of her brothers and sisters boasted about being carved into the scariest. But what could they do then? Libby started to feel apologetic, as though she was no help and was just making matters more frustrating and burdensome. The girl didn't even want to enter the contest in the first place, after all.

But the girl's friends came up with a wonderful idea, and suddenly the girl became inspired and enthusiastic about the contest. Libby still wasn't sure, but surely anything would be better than the dumpster.

After enduring painful hours of carving (on both the pumpkin and girl's ends), Libby started to change.

She could feel many of her toxic feelings emptying as her seeds were removed, and replacing them was a growing air of self-content.

Upon seeing herself, Libby was ecstatic, though this quickly faded into regret, feeling as though something were missing. "This is wonderful! I wish I could win you the contest, but I'm still not too confident..." she trailed off.

And who would appear at this time other than [the female, Asian, 20-year-old] Santa Claus [her]self?!
"I hear your wish, young pumpkin. Now let's make you even more beautiful."

With Santa's magic and hours spent waiting for glue to dry, Libby finally transformed into a full-fledged petite pixie pumpkin house.

The girl had never been so proud of a pumpkin before.
"Look, Libby! You're beautiful, and helpful to boot! Imagine all of the pixies that will be able to make a home inside of you! And you don't even have to be scary to be spectacular."

Little Pumpkin, you can become anything you want to be.

Another case of social anxiety

Autumn

is definitely here.

(My boss is forcing me to join the company's pumpkin carving/decorating contest :c though I've never done anything like this before...)

Fuck. (#14-21)

A collection of faux-depressing poetry by Denny and Eva.

I swear I'm not lazy,
Not slacking on the sly.
Tired of giving pretense
When the boss walks on by.
Run out of things to check,
And no emails arrive.
There's no work to do,
But I need money to survive!!
Fuck.14


144p
Are you joking with me?
Fuck.15

Late Night Rambling #10

Fuck. (#9-13)

A collection of faux-depressing poetry by Denny and Eva.

The bus just left

I'm out of breath

I tried to chase

It got away.

Fuck.9

Got shampoo, got soap
To scrub out all fouls
But of all things, why'd I
Forget to bring a towel?
Fuck.10

Fuck. (#1-8)

A collection of faux-depressing poetry by Denny and Eva.

[10:24:09 PM] Denny-♪.: gotta
[10:24:11 PM] Denny-♪.: put them together
[10:24:14 PM] Denny-♪.: in a tiny ebook
[10:24:17 PM] Eva: yes
[10:24:25 PM] Denny-♪.: THe little book of fuck
[10:24:30 PM] Denny-♪.: situations where one says fuck.


Round and round,
The fabrics play.
What could go wrong?
It’s laundry day.
But alas—hopes and linen alike fade.
A hoodie’s string has gone astray.
Fuck.1


Oh cookie round
oh cookie great
Oh grandest cookie on my plate

I did no harm, I did no ill
why won't you fit inside my milk?
Fuck.2


A drip,
a drop.
I slept, so I thought.
I lay, in bed.
I wouldn't move I said.
My dreams, they flee
I really need to pee.
Fuck.3


O trustworthy friend,
O colleague, o pal,
That hath borrowed my book,
And returned it now.
So glad it’s not lost;
My faith is relit.
But what is this?
You dog-eared this shit?!
Fuck.4


I tried my best, gave all I gave.

My laptop crashed.

...

Forgot to save

Fuck.5

I'm stuck, I'm trapped.
Forever in this hole.
I glanced, I gasped.

An empty toilet roll.
Fuck.6


Oh breakfast please,
I need you most.
I cannot eat
this soggy toast.
Fuck.7


An outfit nice,

An outfit plain.

A nice white shirt

But then it rained.

Fuck.8

Egghead

I guess I've been whining a lot lately about feeling lonely or restless and how I don't have many people to casually hang out with, so I'm happy I do have some cool tomodacheese and that I've been out of the house more lately. <3

On Saturday, I had a really fun day out with Myst, Kazou, and Dibur!
Myst I'm assuming most people know or have heard of by now. Kazou started hanging out with us last month and he's an adorable but extreemely tall (even to me..) Korean guy who has a gentle, charming, and controlled voice to fucking die for. He is king of ballads.

Dibur we met last week at karaoke, introduced to us by Fome who was also meeting us for the first time. Fome and Dibur are both fucking amazing, are part of rock bands, and can belt the roof off.

ANYHOW, we went to a sushi buffet! 8D

Then explored and loitered around the mall for a few hours, before we went over to Kazou's house, and that was really fun. ^^

asddjhjhkkf Kazou and Dibur are both talented-ass mothafreakin musical geniuses so at one point when they started having a jam session together, Myst and I kind of died. shhhhhh here's a clip sshhhhhh

(The song is Supercell's Yakusoku no Shiyou.)

Two purchases made, both of which I'm really happy with! ;u;

The first is this adorable necklace, which I couldn't resist. I mean. Keys. Bottles. Long chains. It....this baby was mine the moment I laid eyes on it.
I'm just a little worried about it breaking because it really is cork. :c

I'm keeping it in my little box along with my long glasses necklace and I just salkfjdlk so cute

My other purchase was a book, actually!
I don't have the attention span to do much reading, so this was a huge surprise. However, I really enjoy this because it's a treasure trove of witty and snarky poems. MY FAVORITE THINGS EVER.

This is exactly the shit I wish I could write.
Bo Burnham is kind of a genius.

I'm probably going to be obsessed with this book and its contents for quite a while.

I mean, there are pages like this.

And then there are pages like this. ♥
(I find this one personally moving and encouraging...)

This is one of my fav conversations

Context:
This is the Norcal Youtaite Alliance, otherwise known as NYA~
The members of the chat are those that karaoked together on October 13th:
me, Yano, Myst, Karu, Kura, Kazou, Fome, and Dibur.
The child we're referring to is Chiisana who moved away for college; we're really mean to her.
We also enjoy puns.

Shoujo Manga

I feel like I'm in the arc of the shoujo manga series where the clumsy protagonist, that previously never cared about love or being girly, realizes she has hajimete no kareshi and decides she should probably try learning how to do girly things like put on make-up (gave up) or curl her hair.

And then she ends up looking like this.

Awaiting the part where the protagonist just somehow magically stops being incompetent.

LNR#..9

someone take rhis ipad away from me before i tr to make a not so ambiguous post about feeling lonely and bout how ignoring people isn't nice especially people really important to you and at the times younneed them he most

oh god

dude i'm not even drunk (well i kind of don't drink, so) ir's 2:38 AM and i can,t type on my ipad and i'm being inchoerent and whiny and grossly depresso or smthing

fuck i,m sos orry for this post HAHAHAHA

also wow most wild friday night ever i came home from an 8 hour work day and then wrofe a whole research paper (due next week) because i have nothing to do and don't wanna just sit around moping in sadness and loneliness I HONESKTY DON,T KNOW WHY I get so sad for no rason when my life is going fine othr than the lack of company

um i thinm i have problems

this post ids over

(this what nappens when i DONT ACTUALLY TYR TO PROPERLY TYOE OR PROOFREAD OR THINK)

HAVE A GOOD DAY

Survey#3

Every time I see Phillip post a survey on his blog, I just think, "Ah.. I kinda wanna do this too.." and then end up in the palm of the temptation. It's 2:53 AM. I have work tomorrow, but not until afternoon so technically I can stay up. But I also shouldn't be up late because of my health and because of my throat. I really don't feel like sleeping. I can't quite say that I feel restless.. I associate that more with wanting physical action. I guess my soul and mind are restless and lethargic at the same time? I want to do something but I want nothing. At this point, I've been sitting here not knowing what to do but knowing I'll regret staying up but also not wanting to sleep. So I guess I'll just fill out a survey and think about my life and just mindlessly type stuff.

Source: http://tinyurl.com/ko4h7k8

the crybaby pokemon v.2

Ebah: The Crybaby Pokemon - This weird 20-year-old girl-like water pokemon has the mind of a three-year-old, a sloth-like disposition, and frequent mood swings. It is easily amused by childish things, but otherwise enjoys displaying an "I am not amused and am judging you" facial expression. It is lazy but can be stubborn and hard to deal with at all times. Its attacks are Sing, which can annoy its enemies because of a triggered storm of complaints about throat pains, and Cry. Its weaknesses are mornings, insects with eight legs, and moments when the internet is down. It can quickly be caught if you hypnotize it with Cappuccino Chocolate Crunch ice cream or a plane ticket to South Korea.

the crybaby pokemon

I was randomly browsing my old waterpixie wordpress and found these posts talking about posts that I found back then while browsing my private xanga lmao. Nostalgia over nostalgia. :'D

Sunday, June 17, 2007
Ebah: The Crybaby Pokemon – This weird 14 year-old girl-like water pokemon has the mind of a three year-old, a really bad temper, and split personality. It is easily amused and enjoys driving through random underground tunnels, while easily bored and complains too much. It gives up easily but can be very stubborn and hard to handle as a child. Its attacks are Sing, which can deafen its enemies because of the horrible voice, and Cry. Its weaknesses are caffeine, insects with eight legs, and people who take away her camera. It can quickly be caught if you hypnotize it with chocolate ice cream or a 3-foot plush of Syaoran from Tsubasa Chronicle.

THIS IS ALL SORTS OF GREAT. WHY IS THIS SO GREAT.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007
last night i spent four hours reading my xanga entries from september 17, to december 15. x___x; nonstop, by the way. that’s how much i wrote. =] i knew that someday my blabbering and updating everyday would be put to good use.
<3

it’s funny.
how much i’ve changed.
seriously… heh.

in every post, i get more bitter, and more bitter than before.
and then i start cussing more. and eventually i don’t use ^^ =] x] those happy smilies as often.

O___o it’s funny.

UM. 14-YEAR-OLD EVA.... I THINK.... WE ARE THE SAME?!?! AS IN NOTHING CHANGED?! except I'm talking about me changing. UM.. #ebahdakenologic (Except now I've kind of accepted that I'm a bitter, bitter, profane person AHAHA--)

untitled #4

I'm so incoherent right now these words are just coming out and being typed I don't know. I kind of just realized right now.. that one thing that draws a lot of people of the youtube vocaloid community together isn't just the music, but also often the commonality of being lost in.. identity? Idk, like. I've just never met this many people before (and especially in one small place) who are so...unique in the way that might make them fear being judged by the rest of society, and might have trouble accepting who they are. Because there are many things that a lot of people wouldn't understand. People who are scared of growing up, people who've grown delusional and in denial, people who don't know what kind of directions to take in life, people who are homosexual, people who desire experiencing being of the other gender. And I guess this partially explains why it seems there's a reputation of this community being weird or full of immature teenagers, if one just looks at this collection of people in one glance.

Food for Thought: Thought for Food

Oh boy, I foresee a messy post.
Unlike my first post labelled Food for Thought, I didn't assign myself a topic to explore, but rather several events recently triggered some thinking about things along the same theme--and I didn't string together a realization until like, fifteen minutes ago when I was in the shower.

So I was showering. And I take pretty long showers. So I was thinking about how some people shower really quickly--and I don't know how they do it, though they seem to share the same disbelief I carry but in the opposite direction. I remember someone once being like, "How can you be there for so long? It only takes a few minutes! You just put blah blah on, scrub, rinse, blah blah, and get out!" And I wish I could go back to that moment so I could interject with, "You missed the part where you just stand there for half an hour and think about your life principles!"

AND THEN LIGHT BULBS WENT OFF IN MY HEAD and I noticed a pattern in that those that I know to shower really quickly tend to not register as some of the more thoughtful people I know. (There are exceptions; please don't be offended!) And they're the type of people that don't slow down, don't dig deeply into matters, and whose minds are very preoccupied with the outside world. They're not the type to lie awake and reflect on things, and they tend to drive overly focused on the road and some still rush into reckless mistakes.

So I do kind of think that there's a correlation between slowing down and contemplating/reflecting a lot, and being more of a thoughtful and insightful person.

I really enjoy that I'm able to operate on autopilot once I'm in the routine of things. Most of my meaningful thinking, in my opinion, happens when I'm driving home from work/university or when I'm unleashing my inner prune taking forevershowers. ;u; It's great because half of my mind is still alert about the environment and functioning accordingly while the other half embraces its complete freedom.

And then today, Jeffrey asked me to read some intro paragraphs for two stories, then choose which was better. This was my response:

[7:24:18 PM] Eva: i have to say that i prefer the second one because it's more about internal exploration than external
[7:24:28 PM] Eva: i'd rather someone be lost in their thoughts and feelings than in a foreign location

AND THEN MORE LIGHT BULBS because I realized that this explains so many of my philosophies. In fact, years ago I actually wrote one of my personal statements (the essays you write for university applications lolol) about how others' greatest dream is to become a doctor so they can help others, but my ambition is to improve myself and become a better person. Like, I'm not a fun person at all but I think my moral code is strong? (That sounds so terrible.) I think it's important to reflection upon yourself and your beliefs and actions, sort things out, and know why you did certain things; it helps your self-discipline in the future. And if you understand yourself, you can more easily understand others--as long as you yourself aren't the only one you care to understand. It's like the whole "how can you love others if you can't even love yourself" thing but not. It sounds really selfish, but I think striving for self improvement and understanding makes you a less selfish person, which in turn benefits those around you. For example, you know you don't like being treated in a certain way, so why would you treat others in the same manner?

Then yesterday when I was walking to class (there's one long, but straight pathway to my classroom so the only thing that's getting lost is my train of thought), I was thinking and came to a conclusion about how being self-conscious can be a good thing as long as you're self-aware and not self-absorbed. Right? Right. RIIIGHT? I THINK SO! -nods-

I know there's a strong association, but I don't think being self-conscious necessarily equates to being insecure. Except it kinda sucks because I'm the most terrible combination of self-conscious (watchful of own actions and appearance), insecure ("ohmygod I suck"), shy ("I'm too scared!"), socially challenged ("I don't know what to do or say.."), socially anxious ("people are scary and they all hate me!"), and antisocial ("I hate all you people too.").

And that's probably why I don't go out and don't do things and don't see many people, and like to just sit around by myself and think and then ramble onto a blogger post. :'D

Entrancing Triggers

There are these moments sometimes that I get incredibly mesmerized by... Like when I was driving home from hanging out with Yano and Myst, Super Junior and SNSD's cover of "Way Back Into Love" came on. I just recently switched over to an older CD so I haven't heard it for quite a long time.

And suddenly a memory came to me. During #GeminiMeetUp, this song came on in this CD--I suspect when we were driving home from the amusement park. I remember singing along to it with Ryan, who always sat next to me in the passenger's seat and helped with directions. (He was the huswife to my wifeband and Mimi being mama; we had a weird family relationship dynamic--just go with it.) I believe that it was then that we decided that we should cover this song as a quartet. Though we've always wanted to do it, it was this moment that gave us the conviction to set plans into action.

So it happened. And our quartet cover got released to welcome the new year. ;u;

The return of this memory is really no life-changing realization of any sort, but for some reason, I just kind of froze while I was driving as if I were entranced by it.
I wrote in my "A Precious Memory like a Bubble" post from a year ago when I had recalled yet another #GeminiMeetUp moment triggered by a song in my car CD: "It's really strange to think that this memory wasn't fabricated by my delusion."

It does feel rather strange. The meet-up was only one year and 2 months ago, but the memory feels so foreign and cold in my hands in those fleeting moments I'm able to grasp onto it.

I had no title ideas

Had a nice girls' day out today with Yanovi and Myst! Screw Chiisana--she sucks for leaving us for college.

Myst and I got our hair cut together. >A< This is probably my 2nd time ever getting my hair cut at a salon.. All my life, my aunt has cut my hair.. and then at one point, I decided she didn't understand what I wanted so I stubbornly decided I'd cut it myself. So sometimes I tried. But mostly I got too lazy other than constantly trimming (chopping them off when they're annoying) my bangs, so my hair's been a mess.

I DON'T KNOW I JUST.... It was actually really nerve-wracking. ;A; Maybe the person who cut my hair overheard me telling Yano about how I'm afraid of being talked to, but he hardly tried to strike conversation with me at all. Or perhaps he just noticed how introverted I was. It's terribly toxic how I guess I'll never be satisfied... Because I'll freak out and stammer if someone talks to me since I don't like conversation. But on the flip side, if you don't talk to me, I become self-conscious and afraid that I'm coming off as too inapproachable and unfriendly. Which I kind of am. So I guess I deserve it. Wow I don't even know anymore.

I.... HE CHANGED MY BANGS AND MADE THEM TOO SHORT. ;; I don't have a single qualm about and like the rest of the haircut, but I feel as though my new bangs don't fit me at all.. Firstly, they're a bit..too young-looking?! I mean I'm young but I'm fucking 20 years old and it doesn't feel right, though it's not well captured on camera. (Ahaha Myst and Yano kept saying it looks like something that'd come out of Morning Musume--)
And it just doesn't suit my personality. ;^; It's too cutesy for me. I do have aegyo and smile a good amount around my friends, but most of the time I'm more of.. the tall, composed, cold-looking, unnie type I think.

So I always do this thing where I do that thing with the camera and the mirror when I get new things because I get excited about new things. Clothes shopping for the first time in a while yeeeeee (My last use of the "I bought stuff" label was in March leave me alone)

Clubs

[7:45:16 PM] Eva: one day i'm going to form a club that walks into clubs holding clubs
[8:05:35 PM] Denny-♪.: ...
[8:05:39 PM] Denny-♪.: a club clubbing club
[8:05:44 PM] Eva: yes.
[8:06:20 PM] Denny-♪.: club clubbing club of clubbers
[8:06:39 PM] Eva: club clubbing club of clubber-clubbers
[8:06:52 PM] Denny-♪.: ....
[8:06:54 PM] Denny-♪.: it's
[8:07:09 PM] Denny-♪.: club clubbing club of clubbing clubbers..
[8:07:14 PM] Denny-♪.: I can't wrap my mind around this anymore
[8:07:15 PM] Denny-♪.: HAHAHA
[8:07:28 PM] Denny-♪.: ...
[8:07:29 PM] Denny-♪.: oh oh
[8:07:34 PM] Eva: no no we clubbers don't go clubbing
[8:07:36 PM] Eva: we club clubbers
[8:07:39 PM] Eva: that's why we're clubber clubbers
[8:07:41 PM] Denny-♪.: but
[8:07:50 PM] Denny-♪.: can't we also club other clubbers and then club after they're gone
[8:07:50 PM] Eva: unless you want to be
[8:07:53 PM] Eva: clubbing clubber clubbers
[8:07:54 PM] Eva: i guess
[8:07:55 PM] Eva: but then
[8:07:56 PM] Eva: we would
[8:07:58 PM] Eva: club ourselves.
[8:07:59 PM] Denny-♪.: club clubbing club of clubber clubbing clubbers
[8:08:02 PM] Denny-♪.: tragedy
[8:08:03 PM] Eva: ......
[8:08:17 PM] Denny-♪.: this is kind of beautiful HAHAHA

comment if u cryed

you've got to take care of yourself,

because who will even do that for you?

you've got to comfort youself,

because who will be around to do that for you?

hold your own hand, stroke your own head.

you have to be strong, for yourself.

Food for Thought: The Value of Fulfillment

I find that a great majority of these non-ranty rambling posts took seed in my terribly unnecessary contemplation moments in my car. But I mean, what else are you supposed to do when driving? Well. Other than, y'know, watch the road, but I mean.. I swear I do that too. This conversation is what sparked today's food for thought:

[4:08:39 PM]: you seem like you're doing well this semester ^^
[4:08:45 PM]: proudddd~
[4:12:44 PM]: Meh. I dont really have anything fucking me over so i dont see why i wouldnt do well.
[4:20:36 PM]: jeez just let me praise you okay LOL
[4:21:22 PM: meh. I dont need praise for doing what i should be haha
[4:22:16 PM]: positive reinforcement's always good o^o
[4:22:32 PM]: a lot of people don't do what they're supposed to be doing

I see the logic in "I'm doing what I'm supposed to do so it's not something outstanding." I understand it. But because I understand it, I started thinking about why my philosophy seems to differ from this.

Is it praiseworthy for a person to fulfill their obligation, or to do the right thing? By the end of my drive, I concluded that yeah--I think so. Of course, this is no exception in that all theories have exceptions. Like fuck if you want me to give you a holler for successfully taking a breath.

But think about grades, which is what was being discussed in the first place. If everyone did all of their work, and if everyone understood and was able to apply all of the information that they were instructed to, theoretically EVERYONE would have A's. Unfortunately, not everyone has A's--and I'm not trying to blame those that don't or pin them as lazy bums that don't do their work; everyone has their circumstances. But the point is that we do celebrate the people who do have A's BECAUSE they achieved them. And we see people with good grades as remarkable even though they just "did what they were supposed to do." Hm... where am I even going with this LOL... I'm rambling and not making sense. I think what I'm trying to say is that if those with A's were reduced to merely average people who just did what they should have done, only super overachievers--those that innovatively go above and beyond their calling and expectation--would be worthy of any kind of positive attitude towards.

And as I mentioned, a lot of people don't do what they're supposed to do. Slacking, flaking, betraying, etc. are so common now that I think it's respectful of a person to uphold promises and obligations.

Furthermore, it's not always easy to do the right thing--even when you know it's right. (I mean this both in fulfillment and morality, but I'm just focusing on the former right now due to the context of this post.) Just because something is expected of you, and just because you have the capability to do it, doesn't mean it won't come with potential struggles or hesitation. I think it's hard to get out of bed. I think it's hard to put behind the comfort of solitude, and go back out into reality where you have to deal with things and see people and deal with people and with life and responsibilities. Sometimes when I don't have work, school, or plans, I just don't get out of bed until dinnertime--not because I'm lazy but because it's hard and I can't face reality even if I know I have to. And getting out of bed is something I have to do. A duty regarded as beyond easy, in fact; it's just an everyday occurrence anyway. And do I want to tell myself, "Good job! You did it! You got yourself out of bed!" regardless when I succeed? Hell yeah.

I worked overtime today; it's been almost excruciatingly busy because it's the end of the year's 3rd quarter. At the end of the day, my boss told me that I worked hard.
I can't really say that I was moved by those words, but rather I was deeply impacted. I think I always work hard. But the recognition for it is rare. For a short moment, I thought to myself, "I worked hard for so long just for this moment of acknowledgement!!" Upon further contemplation, I don't think that that's my intention; but still, it was really nice and surprising being praised. But IF that were my intention... taking a step back, does anyone even have any kind of obligation to say something nice if I work hard--since that's what I'm supposed to do, that's what I'm expected to do, that's what I intend to do, and that's what I'm paid to do? I WANT TO SAY NO BUT I ALSO WANT TO SAY YES. And we're right back full cycle to where we started. I have conflicting mentalities and I question them and write long-ass posts that probably don't make much sense to anyone but me.

She Who Does Not Have Churros

(referring to pulling the Rare Egg Machine in Puzzles & Dragons. Myst didn't pull a god, thus it's an unsatisfactory result.
and Nelson is a dumb boyfriend who threw down real money to roll a couple..dozen.....times, a few godfests ago. Money that could have been spent on--oh, I don't know, maybe say.. foood?)

[9:52:53 AM] Eva: DON'T PULL GUYS YOU'RE GONNA GET AIDS AND DIE.
[9:53:36 AM] -Myst- Angel on your shoulder: Qq pierdrawn
[9:53:48 AM] Pan ♔: She died.
[9:53:50 AM] Pan ♔: Of Aids.
[9:53:55 AM] Pan ♔: RIP Myst
[9:54:01 AM] -Myst- Angel on your shoulder: Ty
[9:59:49 AM] Eva: in honor of your memory, we bestow upon you the name She Who Should Not Have Pulled
[10:06:37 AM] -Myst- Angel on your shoulder: Does that mean nelson's namr is  "he who could have bought churros"
[10:07:20 AM] Eva: ..........
[10:08:21 AM] Eva: RIP me
[10:13:17 AM] こうせいーjaegar >(  \  . _.)/ *poofs*: "She Who Does Not Have Churros"
[10:13:25 AM] Eva: RIP me twice