Goodbye, 2009. In fact, goodbye to this decade, too.

Man, this decade has been awesome. I'll really miss it.

Just like some kids go nostalgic for the 1990's, I know I'm gonna miss the 2000's. It may not have been the best year, or the most memorable, but that's what I love about it.

But then again, who am I to say? I'm only 12, turning 13 in February. This decade is the only decade I know.

What will next year bring? What will the next decade bring?

Anyways, if I don't die in some sort of weird outragous scenario in the back of an alley tonight, I'd like to say,

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!

It's the Eve of Christmas Eve.

I don't really know what to say. I've rewritten this post over and over again, deleted it over and over again, and realized that my Eve of Christmas Eve post shouldn't be something we'd probably all expect in the first place-let's forget the cheesy Christmas poems that I'll probably just forward to you all sooner or later, and we all know that I love you guys, and we all know that I'm sorry for not updating a lot.

I'm a totally different person than I was in the beginning of this year. Well, maybe not totally-I'm still that hyper, lovable dork I was then today. :D But I know I've changed. I want to know that I'll be a different person by the end of next year, too-good, bad, wherever He takes me. The events that will change that, however, are what I'm wondering of.

New Years Resolutions? I don't know mine yet.

Tell me yours. ;P

Some sort of RPG xD

1. You're walking across a fast food restaurant, when the mascot, some sort of large, yellow duck fish thing, tries to mug you. You-
A) Let him mug you. Go to 2)
B) You grab a nearby child and swing him around and around, knocking the yellow duck out. Go to 3)

2. You let him mug you. The duck blindly runs off into the street and gets hit by a bus. You seem unfazed, but soon an employee of the restaurant bursts out the door and looks at you accusingly and shocked. You:
A) Cry loudly and exclaim you didn't do it. Go to 4)
B) You look at him coldly before walking away. Go to 5)

3. You run away blindly in fear, before getting randomly hit by a bus. EPIC PHAIL

4. The employee doesn't believe you, and threatens to call the cops. You:
A) Repeatedly exclaim that you didn't do it, hoping to scare him off. Go to 6)
B) Tackle him. Go to 7)

5. He tackles you and grabs your neck. You can tell that he is about to make you bite the curb. You:
A) Push him off into the street. (8)
B) Let him. (9)

6. He becomes frightened and runs blindly in the street. A truck selling cream cheese hits him, and he dies. The cream cheese truck turns blindly to you. You:
A) Get out of the way. (10)
B) Do an Edward Cullen and push the truck away with your bare hands. (11)

7. He throws you off and runs off. You continue to walk away as if nothing happened, and at the age of 26 you marry a hot babe named Divona, raise two kids for 10 years before realizing that they are not yours but your brother's, which led to your taking up booze, having a secret affair with your secretary and working late night shifts. One day you catch Divona and your bro in the act, and you blindly shoot them before running blindly to the street and getting hit by a truck. EPIC PHAIL

8. He gets hit by a bus. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU JERK. EPIC PHAIL.

9. You die. What the cupcake were you thinking?! EPIC PHAIL.

10. You survive. You continue to walk away as if nothing happened, and at the age of 26 you marry a hot babe named Divona, raise two kids for 10 years before realizing that they are not yours but your brother's, which led to your taking up booze, having a secret affair with your secretary and working late night shifts. One day you catch Divona and your bro in the act, and you blindly shoot them before running blindly to the street and getting hit by a truck. EPIC PHAIL

11. You die. What the cupcake were you thinking?! Edward Cullen doesn't exist, you silly goose!!! EPIC PHAIL.

EPIC END. :P

Randomness from the dark hole in my skull :D

Little Miss was her name. Little Miss was little.

Little Miss was pretty. Petite, golden locks, blue eyes, and feminine curves.

Little Miss was talented. Little Miss could sing and dance and play sports and had straight A's.

Nobody liked Little Miss. Little Miss was too perfect.

Little Miss was probably snobby.

Little Miss probably thought she was better than everyone.

Little Miss was probably spoiled and rich.

Little Miss probably slept with your boyfriend.

Little Miss probably slept with your teacher.

Little Miss has no friends.

Little Miss was on her early morning jog.

Men grabbed Little Miss.

Men offered Little Miss money for a night.

Little Miss screamed no.

People heard Little Miss.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

The men took Little Miss.

The men did not pay Little Miss.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

Little Miss went to school.

The men attended Little Miss' school.

They told everyone that Little Miss begged them.

That Little Miss wanted it.

That Little Miss craved it.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

Little Miss graduated.

Little Miss applied for a job.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

Little Miss was too much of a slut.

Little Miss was too pretty to be smart.

Little Miss was too normal.

Little Miss cried all the way home.

Men grabbed Little Miss.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

She was too perfect.