I was feeling extra morbid one day. ~ ARCHIE COMICS, THE TRUE STORY.

So by this point in the game, Jughead would be so enormously fat that he would not be eating at pops anymore, but sitting in his house sleeping and waiting for TLC to do an obesity special on him.

Ethel would realise that Jughead is a lost, fat cause and would become a lesbian.

she has been chasing men (man) for so long, she has finally given up.

Veronica would finally "exclusively" date Archie, but she would cheat on him often because Archie has nothing to offer the spoiled brat. she would be cheating on him with Reggie, because Reggie is hot and shallow. What a couple they would make.

Betty would still be sweet and cute, but her love for Archie borders on obsession. She would get pregnant from Archie, and get sent away to a convent.

Cheryl Blossom dies. Everyone wants to kill her for being such a pretty slut, and she dies from an STD. Go figure.

Reggie also dies, because no one can take that much abuse from a 500 pound muscle man without death becoming a factor. He never loved anyone but himself, so sad.

Midge and Moose have an abuse relationship, but Midge ends it because she is a strong woman who gets by on her own. Moose ends up becoming a football star, but gets kicked out for being on 'Roids. He dies of a drug overdose.

Pop gets old, but he finds a woman when he is 70 named Ma. they had 2 kids (somehow),

Named Jo-Beth and Cleatus.

Josie makes it big doing a solo album, where she writes songs about blow jobs and coke.

Melody drops out of Riverdale high, and goes to a special school for the other retards.

Valerie finds a boyfriend, and they fall in love. They move to Mexico, buy a cat and live happily ever after.

Archie has enough problems as it is, so we wont go into detail with him.

Mr Lodge dies from a heart attack after he catches Veronica and Archie doing it.

Mr Weatherbee finally snaps and becomes known as the "Raunchy Riverdale Rapist."

the other faculty members (Mrs Grundy, Prof.Fluesnoot and that freaky lunch lady) help him out with this.

The Janitor, Mr Svenson, gets deported.

Smithers continues to work for Veronica Lodge.

The Jalopy is still around, but no one drives it because they don't have jobs due to the recession, and gas costs too much.

Things that i have been meaning to blog, but haven't gotten around to.

Alright.
i have a new view on sex.
you know, after all was said and done, and i was suddenly relieved of my sexuality for months, i didn't know how i was going to live.
i was under a "Woe is me, i will not have the ability to live a sexless life," mentality.
but after about 2 months of abstinence, i was fine.
i would have liked to have had it, but i wasn't 6 feet under yet, and it seemed that if i had died, a lack of sex wouldn't have been the cause.
and then all of the sudden, my abstaining had been taken from under my feet.
and you know what?
it was GODAWFUL.
at first i thought it was him.
"Ehhhhh... he was just not good at it."
but now i realize.
it was never sex that i loved (although it is a fun and fulfilling thing)
it was the passion, the lovemaking, the connection that i craved.
so if you ever come up to me, expecting to get something sexual, Fuck off.
i am NOT easy.
i love sex, but i love love WAYYYY more.
and PS. if a woman has fun with sex, that doesn't mean she's an easy target, retards.

And for a second one.
Annie, the Orphan.

Good Job Erica Dolman!
her performance singing-wise was fantastic.
she deffo saved a few songs that "Daddy Warbucks" almost killed.
and her dresses were too pretty.
But here is a note to the VSS budget...
You need to grow.
i love the theatre, but more should be done with it.
i saw plain sets (aside from the spinning background ~ loved it!).
i also saw some pretty unenthusiastic acting.
actors were watching their other castmates half-heartedly because they didn't know when to lift their arms or whatever.
and when they did, i thought they could have been falling asleep.
also, the props were a little lacking.
i would have loved to have seen some more on stage.
Oh and i think they could have done without the dog.
they should have cut the dog scenes. they were awkward.
Especially when the dog checked Annie out and looked up her skirt.
THAT'S RIGHT, I SAW YOU.
but Rockin-Rollen did his best with what he had, Good job, My Stroll.

PEEEEssss.
I love the boy, the star to be.
He won my heart. Never in my life have i heard singing of that magnitude.
=]

Oh Wet. Oh Pretty, Lovely Wet.

When i sit here and read things, and think about who i was,

who i am and who i will be, i weep.

i dont cry for any specific reason, either.

i feel it my nose always first.

like a stinging, that doesn't actually hurt me.

and my chest gets heavy.

my breathing shortens.

i try to hold it back...

but sometimes big crocodile tears still seem to find their way down my cheeks.

im not sad.

i am definetley happy!

the days are long, my friends are great, i know i have the ability to love.

my life is exactly where i wanted it to be at this time... minus and plus a few things.

but sometimes, you just have to cry.

it was nice being in love.

i used to believe that i would never be able to fall in love, because a lot of my friends had already had boyfriends that they held hands with and kissed.

but i hadn't.

i really thought that i was born without that trait, which would have been just dreadful.

now i know that i do have it, maybe i have a little too much of it.

but i have it all the same, and i will always try my hardest to give love to those who need it.

Now that i've had love, i cry with happiness.

i cry because i am so happy that someone in the world wanted to make me love them as strongly as i did. Im so happy because i love that i can actually miss someone so much when they are gone.

I cry with happiness because people care about me, and that feels nice.

when I come to school, and my friends accept me, and surround me with their love, it's so wonderful.

i am so greatful for all of you.

I am so happy that you are my circle of friends, the perfect circle of friends for my current stage in life.

But i also cry tears that are salty with lament.
i feel so strongly for people that do not have those great friendships and loves that i have had.
they dont have a loving family, a "beautiful face", or money to spend anywhere on anything.
you dont have to travel across the world to find these people.
they are the weird ones, the smelly ones we come into contact with every day.
I am upset because i do not feel that we have any right in picking people that deserve to belong.
we can not say who would like to join in, and who wouldn't.
would it not matter the world to them anyways?
to be asked to join in on something that they have every right to be at?
im not saying we should all drop everything and be best friends with these people.
but we should not treat them as if they are a practical joke!
as if they can't feel the hate we give them?
isn't there enough hate in the world; do we really have to add to it?
Im not innocent.
i have done things and said things in my life that i shouldn't have.
but i would love to stop.
it doesn't make me feel like anything more than a snob.
which im not, and i know you aren't either.
we all have to learn, we are no better.

So i cry.

i dont mind, crying makes me feel human.

and being human is all i ever wanted to be.

having human feelings like love and pity are a gift.

Annie.

Im going to see it, and im thinkin' Friday is the best time to go.

join me, Oh lads and lasses?

lets go watch "the ugly one".

To You. Subject? Leave us.

Dear Mr. Something-Or-Other,

It has come to my attention that you are a complete and total LOON.
never before have i met such an incompetent english teacher.
i walked right out of your class under your nose, and got away with it.
did you want to stop me, but chickened out in fear? or did you genuninely miss that 180 my dear companion and i did today?
Whatever the reason was, i was in your class the block before.
so you had no reason to forget about me.
Now i know that your intentions are good.
and intentions are important.
but COME ON.
i missed two whole blocks, and all me did was talk about cake in Valley-Girl accents?
that doesnt even make sense. You fool!
None of your students will respect you if you dont lay the line down and intrigue us into the class.
We did not take English Lit as an elective to be talked at about something else.
and when English Lit lovers REFUSE to go to your class, and take a trip to the mall instead, it is you who needs to do some lesson tweaking.
if i fail the english provincial because of you, i will have your head.
i can not wait until Dolcetti gets back, maybe my drive and focus will return with her.
if you wish for your class to like you, quit trying so hard!
you are runing my love of English!

LAY DOWN THE LAW! ~ I WILL NOT BE IGNORED!

and PS. Forrest Gump is one of my favorites.
and i get insulted when you say shit about things like that.
so take your "harsh opinions" and shove them up your ass.

Monkey voice

I forgot that my father sings like a warbling monkey.

What to do, what to do?

so he comes back in about a month and i have done nothing that i intended to do in order to re-seduce him.

I have
a) Gained weight, not lost it.
b)Not found a new boyfriend to make him jealous with
c) i am still unsuccsessful in my public guitar playing.
d)im still madly infatuated with that mean, hairy hippie.

all i can do is hope that he has changed into the kind of boy that is into fat, dorky, shy girls.
which i highly doubt.
if he dates that...WOMAN...when he comes back, we are starting a gang.
and she is the first to go.
capice?
i feel that is i wasn't still pining after him, i would feel alot happier.
and even though he is ignoring me profusly, its not helping.