I really didn't expect her to suddenly ask me. I was like, "Wha-me!?" and I shot straight up from my seat.
Somehow, I managed to catch my ankle around the table leg as I did so. It hurt. A lot. D:
As all little good angelic little innocent girls, I promptly responded, "Uh. Maybe a psychologist or an archeologist or an author......?"
I decided not to say teacher. Because when I say teacher, I mean kindergarten teacher. Where I get to buy all these cute little pretty shiny things as presents for little kids. And sometimes, little kids are so funny. But they like to bully me so. D: Silly little darn adorable cute more-innocent-looking-than-me kids.
And I said author because I have this little side of me that wants to beat Christopher Paolini, who wrote Eragon at the age of fifteen. So I wanted to write a book too. (:
That was last year.
I am already fourteen, and I have yet to produce an adequate piece of paper with letters and words jumbled together to form coherent sentences.
S o y e a h.
After some thought, however, I decided: Heck, that's not fun! I'll strive to become an evil genius mastermind with great and awesome and terrific plans and schemes to take over the worldddddd and universe and don't you think there are too many 'ands'?
I can hook my little pinky to the side of my mouth and laugh in that 'oh-i'm-so-evil-ph34r-me-for-i-pwn' laugh.
And then I'll have a MINI-ME. GASP!
... I think one of me is enough to bring utter chaos, so....maybe not.
And then I'd have this big and huge and gigantic and gargantuan LAIR JUST FOR MOI. Because all evil genius adolescent masterminds must have a big big big space to think. (: Brain power!!
I'll have computers with super fast internet everywhere, a specific computer for specific functions... One to browse dA and scare them artists into somehow transplanting their brilliantxamazingxawe-inspiring talents for the arts into me.... Another for the fanfiction with great english to also transplant their talents for the English Language into me.... Another one for downloading songs... (how can one plan to rule the world without music? Unacceptable. I mean, like, I'll be commanding this whole platoonxarmy of things to launch war and then everything will get dramatic and and and it won't be perfect, BECAUSE THERE'S NO DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING DRAMATICALLY IN THE BACKGROUND!! D: And then when the good people of the worldxuniverse unite under one banner to go against me, even though they know it's futile, I'll play that song that was playing when the Ents went to crush...Isengard, was it? In Lord of The Rings. BEST DRAMATIC MUSIC EVAH :D). One more for ordering food online... (again, one cannot rule the world without food) and one for all the screens I always open while searching for layouts. And one more, just to show off everything pretty I find (:
I think I'm rambling. Bad girl. Evil genius masterminds do not ramble. They spout everlasting knowledge and perpetual vibes of 'look-at-me-i'm-smarter-like-way-way-way-smarter-than-thou' in a so-not-rambling and haughty way. Then they spout nonsense in the most intellectual way, and will make everyone else feel like moronic retards for not understanding the gibberish spoken and will hasten to nod and agree with whatever has been said, which will promptly earn them a smirk that says: 'hahahaha, what a bunch of homo-sapien idiots'.
Nevermind that though. I'll bring a whole new meaning to the term, 'evil genius masterminds'.
No, no, no, bad Christine. Aspiring evil genius masterminds do not suddenly declare their love ever so fangirlishly for fictional characters. Bad. -hits self-
.... I think I'm stereotyping.
Oh well.
World Domination.
An admirable ambition.
I must remember to delete this post later.

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