My mind is in a whirl. Everything is going so fast.
Let's peer into my mind. _____________________________________________________________________
*we see lots of small people working at the desks, some are slacking...obviously.*
-Body Manager (He takes care of the body functions...duh.) -Some random little girl (A figure that represents insane or random thoughts.) -Hardworking Guy (The guy that has gone for a holiday and not come back for the past 15 years.) -Listener (Once again, this is a stupid question. He listens, duh.) -Worker (They work in the respective sections.)
Body Manager: My god. I have never seen anything like this. Worker no.1: Why, boss? Body Manager: This girl has the body that is as weak as an old lady! How in the world is she supposed to finish the last week of the holidays? Worker no.1: I suppose we have to make it work...somehow.
Some random little girl: RUN! SHE'S GONNA CRASH!!!!
*everybody screams and scatters and there is a minor earthquake*
Body Manager: ......I think she fell asleep. Worker no.1: Good observation, sir! Body Manager: ...... Worker no.1: Uh. Right. I'll get back to work.
Some random little girl: Hey...so what's up? Body Manager: Nothing but hell. Some random little girl: O.O Body Manager: At this rate, she's gonna crack again. Plus she has a lot of work to do. Some random little girl: And...? What's so bad about that? Body Manager: Well, for one...you have obviously never been here before.
*He points to an empty and dusty chair in the corner of the room*
Body Manager: THAT is where the Hardworking Guy used to sit. Some random little girl: Ewwwwww. It's so dirty. What happened? Body Manager: Well. The guy went for a holiday one day...and never came back since 15 years ago. Some random little girl: Isn't...that when this body was born? Body Manager: Why yes...I'm amazed that someone else other than me has common sense here. He has not been here since this body was born. Which makes me suspect his existence...really.
*Loud sounds of a phone ringing* *Shang picks up the phone*
Listener: Sir. I don't like this at all. Body Manager: Explain. Listener: Someone has just called to inform her that the bio report MUST be submitted individually! Body Manager & some random little girl: What the hell.... Body Manager: I thought it was group work? Listener: No shit. Those people just love mess things up...
*He rubs his forehead*
Body Manager: This is bad...bad...very bad... Some random little girl: Do you want me to press the panic button? Body Manager: No....press that at the last minute. Let's make her slightly hardworking now, however. Some random little girl: I hope this works.
*She turns a knob* __________________________________________________________________
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Going mad.
I need to finish my work! (and all those projects!)
WTH. WTH.
I better stop blogging. It is time to do some work! ><
Name: Sakura Rikami
Birthday: 15th June
Location: In the deepest depths of hell
Age: Sure...I'll tell you if you come to hell with me. xD
{Faves/Desires/Wishes}
-I just want someone to release me from my hell.
-Cosplay costumes?
-An Ipod. (I wanna listen to songs!)
-Comics. LOTS of comics.
-Lazy to write the rest...^^"