Those words keep haunting my mind while I sit on a dirty toilet seat in a city restroom. The mirrors in this bathroom are cracked and graffiti covers the peeling walls. There's no one in here, just me. The peace is kind of nice for a change, I like the silence. This is the only place in the world where I can just sit and think things through.
Resting on my right leg is a beaten up notebook, and in my left hand is a mechanical pencil. I'm trying to write something that will allow me to hangout on my glorious throne for a few more months. Nothings juicing out of my brain. Any small idea I get just isn't good enough, I'm not expected to have small ideas. Everything I do needs to be all high and mighty, that's what they demand from me.
I feel like this fans don't understand my work like I do. They don't value the time and effort I put into my Game Show challenges. I could be writing for the school newspaper or rapping bars in front of an underground audience, but I chose not to. I give up valuable time for these online folks, and I can't remember the last time I've heard a thank-you. Everyone will appreciate me more when I'm gone.
Blogging for Club Penguin, that's all I think about on my free time. Everything in our little Club Penguin community revolves around the ideas I think of. I do it all by myself too. Every post on my site is from me, every challenge is hosted by me, and every twist is made by me. Who else does this kind of stuff entirely by themselves? I could ramble on for hours about my problems, but I don't. I'm too cool for that.
A door slams and someone walks in. Get out of here, I'm enjoying my alone time. Whoever this is must be looking in the mirror, because I've heard no stall door shut. I'll just leave, I've been sitting in here for at least 20 minutes. Besides, I kind of want to pose in the mirror too. Whats wrong with flexing?
I pull up my pants and flush down some gooey brownies. Man, I just stunk this whole bathroom up! That protein's gotta go somewhere I suppose. I fling open the stall door, walk towards the sink and gather some fluffy white soap. I scrub my hands together over some warm water and check out my biceps in the mirror. I look so good...
This guy next to me has been staring at his reflect for a solid 10 minutes. His hairs died blonde, he's got quite a few freckles and he's wearing a light blue sweatshirt. Who cares what he looks like, he seems like a cool dude. Over the past few months I've taught myself not to judge people and to accept everyone for who they are. I wouldn't want to be judged for my appearance, right?
"Frosty, is that you?"
Lets unleash our dark side!
Have you ever seen a horror film? "Oh my gosh, don't look behind the shower curtain!" Scary movies are loaded with bloody death scenes. While some movies can be a bit cheesy, others have the ability to cause horrifying nightmares! According to campfire stories, Witty12 laughs at horror films...
This week, the neighbors must act out their own Horror Scene live on Club Penguin. The remaining competitors will each be given 5 minutes to perform a scary movie moment. During the scene, a penguin must die a dramatic death! Feel free to ask other penguins to join in on the performance. Entertain the audience!
~Frostylittle, President of Club Penguin Neighborhood
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