13StarsintheSky

Wednesday, February 22 MILLIXENT: I felt the ultimate sensation of JOY when Hipster let me take over for today… So, what's going ON??? WELL, I JUST FOUND OUT THAT WE WON'T HAVE CHRISTMAS IN THE FUTURE. STUPID DYSTOPIAN WORLDS!!! I'M PRETTY SURE I WANT A MUSTANG WHEN I'M THIRTY, BUT NOOOOOO!!! YOU JUST HAD TO GO AND MAKE EVERYTHING MORE COMPLICATED. *suckish time machine* *kicks it* *throws it off the porch* HIPSTER: Time machines are cool, bro. And this won't be happening in your lifetime. Anyway, Christmas disrupts the homogenous feeling of unity, duh. (LOL, dystopia remember.) MILLIXENT: MY MUSTANG THAT HASN'T BEEN MINE YET DISAPPRO

Thursday, February 16 HIPSTER: Bah, bored. MILLIXENT: I find it funny how every time I get on here, I have something to rant about. Anyway, someone changed my page. -_-  I had to go back and edit it. THEY DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME. Rudesters. HIPSTER: Holy crap, after her lecture about SPECIFICALLY NOT DOING THAT?! Idiots. MILLIXENT: Mhhm. *wants a cookie* HIPSTER: Ahahaha. That reminds me, I have a library fine to pay off. But I spent the library fine money on a cookie yesterday. Crap. MILLIXENT:  How bad is it? HIPSTER: Not too bad, I think it was forty cents yesterday. I returned the books, so does the fine stay the same? I ha

Tuesday, February 14 Valentine's Day 10:10 AM HIPSTER: Okay so, it's just me and Millixent right now. Dorothy and Jane haven't showed up yet. 10:11—Oh, they just did. Today's page review and I'm not really doing anything much 'cept this Document and glancing up at the pages, occasionally. And yup, yeah, that's it. We haven't yet had any SN Meetings. Millixent, Page Number Expert, may be busy this class with page numbers—nooo. I LIKE just goofing off. Though stressed about grades. Y'know what, this is irrelevant to Thidwick. I would like to report that I got the stick back today. Happiness. Yay. It's in my pocket now. The other

Friday, February 10 Once upon a time there were four young Thidwicks named Dorothy, Jane, Millixent and Hipster. Dorothy was busy ranting on a Word Document, Jane and Millixent were sort of doing their work, and Hipster, stewing over the loss of a sacred stick, had commenced documenting what they did each day. What they did was actually sort of beyond them, but it involved funny cats, chatting, and doodling, oh and working on the school yearbook if they could get to it. "I know," Hipster said to herself, "I'll document this in secret, and one day I'll show them this amazing document of document-ness! BAHAHAHBUWEIY12!!one1!" This was unknown