Welcome...to my Documented Rambling!
(Note: The writing in normal and italic are both me.)
*Stares thoughtfully at the GT Trunks picture*
Hmm…interesting…I didn’t feel this way when I look at GT Trunks before. I feel all tingly and bubbly inside…nearly the same way I feel…when I look at Future Trunks…
*Eyes widen*
…Oh no…oh no! I’m falling for GT Trunks!!! No I…I…I can’t…I love Future Trunks, not him!
*Starts slapping herself*
Medina! Stop it! You can’t let yourself give in like this! You can’t! Stop it right now!
*Tries to tear her eyes away from the picture*
Nooooooo! Medina, don’t!!! He…he…HE HAS UGLY CLOTHES AND NO FASHION SENSE!!! Ah-ha! That should do it!
But that’s easy to change. Besides, who cares if he doesn’t have fashion sense. Fashion is crap!
Oh god, I don’t believe what I’m hearing!
*Still can’t tear herself away from the unusually hot picture*
MEDINA!! Ah…ah…PAN TOUCHED HIM!! YOU HATE PAN SO HE’S…HE’S CONTAMINATED!!!UH…YEAH THAT’S RIGHT!! HE’S CONTAMINATED!!!
Oh Pan’s a whore! Of course
she touched him! She touches so many people she can’t keep track! So I don’t
care about that! Anyways she’s just a sick, sick little girl…trying to turn
Trunks into a pedophile! Pshh, she ought to be ashamed of herself! Trunks is a
decent young man and she doesn’t deserve him! He needs someone like us to
protect him…
Have you been taking stupid pills?! Look at him!! He’s a spoiled brainless pansy! A bloody wimp!! Medina?? MEDINA!!
*Drooling over the picture*
But he’s such a hottie!! I don’t understand why you can’t see that. Look! He’s waiting for us to save him from Pan…and Vegeta…
*Sigh* is it just me, or do you seem stupider each time you look at that picture?!
Like duh Mudeena! What do you think? My intellect is being drained by flamin’ Koalas?? Uh, like don’t think so girlfriend!
*Rolls eyes*
This is hopeless.
Glad you’ve realized that Einstein. Now shut it and accept it. C’mon, let’s drool over him together!
But...but what about Future Trunks?
Ooo there’s no replacing the original purple haired hunkster we both know and love! Ooo hoo hoo baby, there are some nasty things I want to do to THAT man!
*Evil grin*
Don’t we both! But what about GT Trunks then…what’s the purpose of drooling over him when we clearly want Future Trunks…all alone…in a dimmed room…candles…a couple of bags of shampoo…
Ooo yeah…
*Raises an eyebrow*
Wait a minute…shampoo?? In
bags?? What the?! I never had that daydream!
*Blushes*
Uh…never mind…it’s uh not important…ok back on topic here! What’s the purpose of drooling over GT Trunks then??
Well we have to drool over SOMEONE while watching GT! Why defy our title (which is Trunks0bsessed for you dip wads out there) by going for someone like…like GOTEN!!
*Both shudder*
Yeeeuuuck! Don’t even think of that as a possibility Medina!!!
See what I mean? Why would we when we can drool over the present Trunks instead and uphold our name?
Uh…because…uh I dunno.
That was a rhetorical question Medina! Rhe-tor-ic-al.
I know that, dip shit! Hey! When did you become the smart one?!
*Rolls eyes* we switch over
every once in a while remember! That’s why people think we are weirdoes…or
psychos…spastic fantastic…
Yeah yeah, I get’cha.
Scary…overbearing…Madonna…
I said I get’cha!!!
*Snaps out of it* Huh??
I SAID…Oh…you stopped.
*Singing* Lord! You know it feels so good it ought to be illegal! I got my vaccination from a phonograph needle! I’ll never grow up, and I’ll never grow old! Blame it on the love of Rock ’n’ Roll!
Uh…Medina…? *Sweat drop*
*Starts dancing* …Blame it on the love…B-b-b-blame it on the love…all you neeeeeeed to get by is a little bit of soul…
How did “Blame it on the love of Rock ‘n’ Roll” become “Little bit of soul”?!
Roll, soul…they rime!
*Falls down anime style*
Well I know who the smart one is now…
Yeah me! Hehehe 2+2=5.2!
*Starts jumping up and down* See?! See?!
*Falls again*
I don’t know you.
Teeheehee! Of course you do! Don’t be a silly billy cheesy wheezy…something sneasy!
*Starts to back away*
Hey where you going??
Nowhere unfortunately…we are trapped in the same psychotic mind.
*Blinks*…Ooo a butterfly!
And another- Hey wait! How did a butterfly get in here?!
Pshh…its Medina’s head. In
her damaged mind anything can happen.
Damaged! You just insulted us!
Well what do you call it then?
You know we had several blows to the head in our life…3 come to mind…8
months old, at McDonalds, mum was at work and dad had to take care of us. We
were looking out the glass door while dad was reading the paper unknowing of
what was going to happen to his little Dina when suddenly BAM! This woman flung
open the door and knocked us down! We were busted open and she ignored us and
went to order. Everyone was glaring at her while we were down and bleeding on
the floor! Bitch. But thanks to this couple, they helped my dad get me to a
hospital by dad taking our car and the woman held me, and the man drove their
car and we ended up getting stitches. Ah we still have the scar.
Yeah!
It’s mondo cool!
Mondo…cool?? Pshh. Okay well now our eyebrow has this scar running diagonally through it
Yeah!
And remember when we were walking around the primary school, I think we were 9,
and we tripped on something and smacked our head on the edge of one of the
benches.
How could I forget! Our blood still stains the edge of that seat!
Yeah
and blood was running down our face but it miraculously didn’t stain the
uniform! We didn’t know we were bleeding until Cherie came back after telling
the teacher!
I know! And then we were walking to the office and Laurent was just coming out of the toilets and we scared the shit out of him! Lol! That was so funny! I remember laughing so hard!
And
the office ladies called dad, but his phone was off and we were living with our
grandparents while we were building the house, so they had to call grandpa and
he rushed over there so fast! He threatened to beat the living shit out of the
person who did this to us and we told him it was the bench and he gave us a
look! It was so funny!
Ooo ooo! And remember when we were in year 6!
Yeah!
We were 11!
Uh…no, I mean when we had that big ass rock chucked at our head!
Oh
yeah! Krillin must have been around somewhere. And then Igor asks, “are you ok
Medina?” and we said, yeah fine.
Yeah! Yeah! And we didn’t know we were bleeding! And then we touched our head and we noticed there was blood on our face and Rochelle and Amna took us to the office this time!
And
guess who picked us up then! Daddy! He was there in 2 minutes! And then on
Monday back at school, everyone knew and kept asking us do you have a scar? Did
you have to get stitches? And we said no, and they kept asking the same
question!
Yeah that was annoying…Hey…what were we supposed to be talking about??
Uh…I
dunno.