Here is my real world resignation along with the required online survey for a live journal.
Today I have officially been going out with Nina for one year! Haha to all the serpents, little things with no jawbones telling her that I would just hurt her anyway...wow...we had an amazing day...she looked really nice...feathers enveloped her jaw and met with her freshly dyed black hair...mmm...nina is good.

Today in English class she said to write something about your own eulogy...so I wrote about Misty afterlife style...it was a long flowy thought on a peice of paper so it's not really coherent but hey i think it reads kind of neat...

"Elvis' voice echoed off the walls of the Heartbreak Hotel Administration Room number Forty-Four, soft and soothing from the famous twitch lips and he asked the boy 'Misty, in retrospect, how was your life?'
'Well, Mr. Presley, I think it could have been an Oliver Stone film, with Matt Damon playing me...or maybe Jason Alexander, the short and stocky bald man who played "George" on Seinfeld.'
'Matt Damon in an Oliver Stone flick?'
'Well, yes, Mr. Presl-'
'Call me Elvis, please. Or, if you must, King.'
'Okay, King,' the boy went on, 'I was thinking it could be this big acclaimed media fiasco that turned out to make millions not because it was good no nononononoonono but because people were interested, curious to see how Mr. Damon would do in acid oranges and greens...'
'You'd never make it in Vegas. Take this slip and go down the hall. Then go down the hole to the place of love where lovers love to stay.' The boy, being a lover and all, proceeded.



The boy took a further trip down the hall, and random passerbys passed with their slips. The boy looked at his and it said to go to the bottom of a long long hole, a place of love where lovers love to stay.
'Hello, Mr. Morrison,' the boy approached the front desk.
'This is where lovers love to stay.'
'I know.'
'Do you want a stampie?'
'Yes please,' said the boy, as was necessary because if you went all the way down the hole to get a stampie and rejected one you not only have wasted your time (which counts, contrary to many people who think afterlife if timeless) but the time of King, or, as the boy called him, Mr. Presley in Administration Room number Forty-Four of the Heartbreak Hotel. 'Thank you, sir.'

On the boy went, and fell out of a rather lengthly window where there were chains and a big fiery dragon, who gobbled up the boy. The boy found himself in a lovely stomach, but not quite as lovely as to suit the name "a place of love where lovers love to stay," but don't get me wrong- it still was quite lovely. So the boy excused himself from the dragon tummy and walked on. He was tired now, especially with no portable CD player.