That is a really pathetic howl. I mean if you're going to do it. You should give it your all. *howls like she used to hear the coyotes do outside her window before they developed speech patterns* Probably not as good as your wolf friends, but still.
We use card catalogs and books. We get it done the old fashioned way.
*shrugs*
Actually I didn't start researching anything until I ended up pregnant. I kind of had other people do the work for me before.
*laughs*
If there was electricity, I'd say maybe we should try to film it all, and sell it when we get out. No one would believe us though. We would just be some kids really good at special effects.
*shakes head*
He's definitely not my boyfriend. He managed to keep me safe until his need for power kicked in. And he chose a fake crown over me.
*ducks after you howl* Are they coming? Did you summon them? Are all your coyote friends coming to rip my throat out?
But that's so much effort! How do you find anything? I mean, Wikipedia has everything! I wrote a whole essay on the history of male circumcision just by using wikipedia.
Oh man, that sucks. Want me to sic my werewolf friends on him? Beat him up a bit? Or just share a tub of ice cream? I have chocolate chip cookie dough.
They aren't my coyote friends. The coyotes have no friends. But each other and the evil gaiaphage that gave them the gift of speech. And Drake. Because he's psycho.
It's not too hard. Not really. At least all the information I get is completely accurate. Can't say the same about your information on circumcision. *grins a little to show she's teasing*
No, no, it's okay. He's not worth the energy. Or the time. But I will take you up on that ice cream.
So it's not some creepy, cuddly coyote pack then? Just an evil bunch of coyotes being led by a creepy guy? Okay, I guess that's still frightening.
Hey, Wikipedia is completely accurate! Teachers don't want us to use it because they think we're lazy or something and want us to do actual research. It's all a conspiracy! *grins back*
*dishes up a couple bowls of ice cream and hands you one* Your ice cream, m'lady.
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Date: 2012-08-24 12:47 am (UTC)That is a really pathetic howl. I mean if you're going to do it. You should give it your all. *howls like she used to hear the coyotes do outside her window before they developed speech patterns* Probably not as good as your wolf friends, but still.
We use card catalogs and books. We get it done the old fashioned way.
*shrugs*
Actually I didn't start researching anything until I ended up pregnant. I kind of had other people do the work for me before.
*laughs*
If there was electricity, I'd say maybe we should try to film it all, and sell it when we get out. No one would believe us though. We would just be some kids really good at special effects.
*shakes head*
He's definitely not my boyfriend. He managed to keep me safe until his need for power kicked in. And he chose a fake crown over me.
~Diana
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Date: 2012-08-25 12:08 am (UTC)But that's so much effort! How do you find anything? I mean, Wikipedia has everything! I wrote a whole essay on the history of male circumcision just by using wikipedia.
Oh man, that sucks. Want me to sic my werewolf friends on him? Beat him up a bit? Or just share a tub of ice cream? I have chocolate chip cookie dough.
-Stiles
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Date: 2012-08-25 12:39 am (UTC)They aren't my coyote friends. The coyotes have no friends. But each other and the evil gaiaphage that gave them the gift of speech. And Drake. Because he's psycho.
It's not too hard. Not really. At least all the information I get is completely accurate. Can't say the same about your information on circumcision. *grins a little to show she's teasing*
No, no, it's okay. He's not worth the energy. Or the time. But I will take you up on that ice cream.
~Diana
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Date: 2012-08-25 02:38 pm (UTC)Hey, Wikipedia is completely accurate! Teachers don't want us to use it because they think we're lazy or something and want us to do actual research. It's all a conspiracy! *grins back*
*dishes up a couple bowls of ice cream and hands you one* Your ice cream, m'lady.
-Stiles