So!

I'm wemo.
Let's celebrate!

-Vicks

My heart has been broken.. again.

I can't keep doing this...
I'm begging for our relationship.
He's telling me of the reality of things.
He loves me?
He's chasing around what he really thinks..

I'm crying.
I'm sad.

I'm begging God to keep him by my side.

He's my drug.
He's my smile.
He can't disappear...

I need him.

I'm tired of telling him.
I'm breaking inside.

I'm putting a happy face on for tomorrow.
And them.

I'm sorry.
-Victoria Plastique

Influenza does NOT eat your kidneys!

It does, however, prevent you from going out on fun family trips to the local mall. >.<
I've decided not to awesome-ify my post because.. well... I don't feel up to it! ^^

In other news...
Visit our friggin' awesome YOUTUBE CHANNEL!
The only person to have left a comment was my exboyfriend.

Not very thrilling if you ask me.

We've [Chee] made it easy for you and put up the longest video we've made.
Flip-A-Cake
It's dandy, it's super, it's AWESOME!

With much love and apologies for the slit-wrists mood I'm currently in,
-Victoria Plastique

Shake yo' money maker

 That party was fun. I don't really have much to say except: wow, Blue... I no longer feel like a moron. In other words, I believe Blue. The sad bit is I was too shocked to say anything except 'Woa, points for Blue'. Even sadder than this is the fact that I was wearing what I meant to give to Blue if Blue ever showed me Blue was true and I forgot. (Okay, from now on, the pronoun 'it' substitutes the name 'Blue'. Oh and I found out that The Birthday Massacre, Blue's favorite band, has a song called 'Blue'. Ha ha.) So, in conclusion... I love It, It loves me. Then again, this might just be the beginning of a new cycle... ah screw it... Purple <3 Blue. 

As for my noticeably absent mistresses, since they wont blog about their lives, I will. By this I mean that I'll make up stuff about them until they pay attention and deny.

Kenni! Kenni lost her shoe in Germany and still has not returned from her quest.

Emma! Emma was helping her grandma put up electric blue Christmas lights in her front yard. They were indeed electric so her finger bears a burn that has the shape of Guam.

Mess! Mess has a cold and while baking brownies, she switched the tray with her homework. Now her French essays are nice and toasty.

Vicks! Vicks contracted a virus that is currently eating away at one of her kidneys. Fear not, when the Akron virus is finished, it will have cloned her and then we will have spare Victorias. 

And now, introducing.... 

FLIP-A-CAKE!

Use it in the shower!

Let it walk your dog!

Use it as protection against ninjas!

Children love it!

Old farts love it!

YOU love it!

Available to the first 23.4 callers for six easy payments of

$74!

Call now and get half off!

(We are not responsible for ruptured spleens, lost top hats or awesomeness overdose. Funky people not included. Ask your vet before use.)

WOO! Okay.... we're done here.

-Chee

Purple sheep!

Oh blog! Nobody loves you and only remember you on days when I should be studying for my hardcore tests. Oh well... here are some purple sheep of love. 

What do you want first? The good news or the bad?

Let's do the bad first so we can have a happy ending.

Blue likes drama. Blue takes far too much credit for messing me up. With the exception of the cold, I feel awesome. I am not messed up. There are way too many people in the world pretending and I don't want to be one of them. If I seem distant its because I'm a little angry. I mean seriously, if Blue would only shut up for half a second to listen to me.... Ironically, Blue only listens when I'm quiet. 

I'm gunna write this in between 'cause I don't know if its happy or sad. I cried when I saw President-elect Obama's speech. As a politics student, I'm pretty cynical about political speeches but this one was different. This one had hope with hope if it makes any sense. It wasn't all that different from his others. I'm not quite sure why I cried--maybe it was the Nyquill but seriously... wow. The US proved the world wrong.

Now, on to the happy news. Mess made brownies today!

I like zombies. I'm considering polygamy on the count of I can't pick: Bert McCracken, Jonny Durham, Dan Brown, Sylar or Cheese from Foster's. I discovered a Fresh Mart near my house (uh huh, this here girl's got the veggie powaaaaah). And last but not least... platypus love is made of awesome. 

  

<3

Less than three,

Chee.

(pluralistic stagnation: Beer's theory that out of control interest groups produce policy logjams)

I have a massive comparative politics test tomorrow on UK patterns of interaction and quarrels and I only started studying yesterday. On the last test, I started studying the week before about an hour and a half per day and got an 82. Uh, huh, they say AP stands for Advanced Placement but really, it means Anally Potent. Did I forget to tell you that I'm not the funny one?

(consociation: sharing political power at the executive level, giving all major parties cabinet positions)

About this bloggery business, it turns out Vick-tor-ee-ah's powers of coercion are actually mine. Emma says she will write, if I write--but not the blog. She wants me to write an extra chapter for this novel I wrote with two characters that strangely resemble her and her boyfriend/our "tech-guy". Who, for all intents and purposes of this blog is named O. (Hey O, what color is that?) I was planning on writing it anyway but now it has a deadline. 

(unitary system: country that centralizes power in the capital  with little autonomy for component areas; the opposite of a federal system)

About that song we put up, it's Konstantine by Something Corporate. That song, I think, has a little bit about all of our love life dramas. You know, I read in this German blog that love is made of courage and it struck me so true. Have you  had someone tell you that they love you and you want to believe it with every last desperate piece of your pathetic existence? Still, something in you tells you it isn't quite right and it doesn't sound so true. 

(relative decline: failing to keep up economically with other nations)

I for one, know I'd do pretty much anything for (.... codename Blue, 'cause I just looked at a bottle of Blue Diamond nuts, and lets face it--nut fits) Blue-- and I have. Although can't really say I know for sure what Blue is thinking/feeling I can look at the facts, see what's happened and say that I've done a lot because of Blue and Blue? Blue said three words. I know Blue and for Blue to say that out loud to someone who's not Blue's chihuahua has got to mean something. But then Blue pushes me away, shuts me out of all those lovely Blue thoughts and when I ask, Blue is scared. This is where I doubt, where I start feeling  like an idiot because I know love is made of courage. Courage is not the absence of fear. It is the judgment that there is something more important than fear (straight from the Princess Diaries, babeh). So while I really want to believe what Blue says, I don't think I'll stop feeling like a complete imbecile until Blue shows me some courage.

(absolute decline: growing weaker economically compared to one's own past)

I guess this is what I get for not wearing sleeves, I wear my heart on my ass. 

-Chee

P.S. I found my purple unicorn! Now he and his boyfriend the purple platypus can live happily ever after. 

The cupcakes made me do it!

Meeeeeeeh, I have a tummy ache.
The headmistress's birthday brought along with it the biggest cupcakes I've ever seen.
And now that I think about it, I wish that I would've taken a picture of it.

The question of the hour...
Where is Emma?!
She seems slightly uncooperative with this venture.
Buuuut, I, with my awesome persuasive powers of doom, will coerce her into doing this.

Ah, Literary Workshop and it's wonderfully macabre short stories.
Next year won't be the same with the regular stoning or train suicide...
Let's not forget the dysfunctional relationships of mothers and daughters!

If you ever have the time...
Stop to analyze these beauties:

Paul's Case
The Lottery
Shopping

They're short stories meant to stir all sorts of moody emotions in you.
Enjoy!

Hehe, sarcasm aside...
Look in our YouTube [fondly known as "The Tube" or "Y-tube"]!
We seem to have posted a public video!
*gasp*
I'm as shocked as you are.
But let's not get too excited...
It's only six seconds long.

Tomorrow's another day.
Let's see what the storm brings!

Whoah, how philosophical of me.

-Victoria Plastique