^^^Haha.I stole that.Forgotten who though.^^^
I cannot sleep. Surprise? No.
Am I the only one to notice the reoccuring theme to my journal entries?!
At this exact moment,I have absoultely nothing to write about.Yet I continue to (suspiciously) press the keyboard's buttons to form...words? Yes---yes. Words!
Fascinating! * jazz hands *
Don't use those for icebreakers-it doesn't work well.
Not ******** kidding there.
I'm going to avoid the subject of school.
And the fact that I'm dreading my driver's license testing.
Watch me terrify the instructor.LOL @ MYSELF!! -____-
Underoath...that s**t gets stuck in your head. A lot.
"A lot"- two words.
Not one.Mother ********.
"mother ********"- one word or two?
I guess that depends on who's typing ehh?
I declare "Mother ********" as two words.
Hey. . . . .guess whats sitting in front of me?!
A computer monitor.
You-*shock* Noooooo!
HmMmMmMm.I wonder, what would come flying out of my head if I put a shiny and yet-ever so inviting pistol to my fragile temple?
Butterflies. That's what.Peace signs,rainbows and unicorns.That's what.
[[[[Wonderbread is what God eats.]]]]
And eventually,I would regain consciousness. Only to crawl back under my rock.
I have yet to find a reasonable priced 2-story rock.With a damn good bathroom.And a decent view of the grafitti-art on the crackhouse next door.Hahaha.
*robot voise* Curses! You have spelled "voices" incorrectly.I will now correct your spelling error *robot VOICE ends*
I'll Fo Sho laugh at whoever reads all of this.And leaves a sarcastic comment at the bottom of this pretty-ifull ( spelling? - - robot come back to me! D: ) journal entry.
Yes! It's true. You envy my (extremely long pause) :/ FONT.
Well. I've succesfully jumped from one random subject to another. I'll try to keep this alive. I have nothing better to do. The dishes are done-I had to ******** wait half an hour to wash them. The sink was clogged. Dirty whore-ish sink...getting clogged and s**t. Shame. I still haven't found that damned H/P book. It makes me so frustrated. I searched my room countless times for it. Ah well,screw it.
Not litteraly speaking,of course. That's just...unnatural.
My fingers hurt now. I bruised my hand too,clumsy me. Turned around and smacked the door with my hand. Nothing can---Oh s**t. I've written a long one this time. O___O
One day,I'm going to rob a bank. Weapon of choice you ask? Hair spray.
You name one person that wants to get sprayed in the face with hairspray.
No one does. That's the answer. The movie "Hairspray"? John Travolta (at least I think that's his name) dancing and singing in a fat suit? Holy moley(pause)guacamollie. No Thankyou. I'm not one for musicals.
Unless you count Bambie. Which appearently,was my favorite movie as a child. LOLOLOLOLOL XD
Did you know-of course you don't-that I've seen Cats? Can't remember much of it. Except for creepy people, half nude,painted like funky cats,jumping all around the stage. And singing to this one really big...gray cat.
Ewwww. I heard that the actors stapled the fur to their bodies.Now that's dedicated to your job. O.o
Roseanne isn't a horrible show. It can be funy at times. There's a marathon on-Billy happens to love this show. >_< I've watched/listened to about 7 episodes now.
Eggs,eggs,eggs,eggs,eggs,eggs . . . . . eggs.
Toast,toast,toast,toast,toast,toast . . . . . toast.
Aha! Splendid!
*throws tirdent gum at your face*
Pwnage. Great now I feel geeky.
Ohhh!!! The other night, I had this dream where I was in Greece!And everyone's wearing togas,except me. So they threw tomatoes at my head and throned me as the Pancake Queen. I broke my leg,falling from my high pedastal. I was healed on the island-Madagscar. I then "moved it". ^_^ Do you understand?! LAWL -__-
That was the same night that I watched a good part of a documentary about Albert Einstien. He was weird. Turns out-that he married his cousin. And that was his second wife. His first wife-had a child out of wedlock with Mr. Albert-O here. Society looked down upon these types of things,so they put it up for adoption. He never even met his daughter. I'm boring you now aren't I? Oh well. You should of stopped reading.
Do you like my new title? "Dead-Dove's Disturbing Diary"! Journal seemed too...plain. Then again,diary sounds so middle school.
******** ******** ******** ******** rolling...and so on.
I enjoy sneezing. Yeah I know it sounds abnormal. But it's relieving at times.
I use it as a defense mechanism! Freeze dirtbag - Or I'll sneeze on ya.
I cannot let my parents see this-cause you see kiddies...Melody here. She well...uses obscure language and bad words.
LOLOLOLOL @ MY SELF-ESTEEM.
I need to get out more. No kidding.
Try this for a day-respond to everyone in a montone-and refer to yourself in the fourth person. Ha. That would be awesome.
You'd be getting smiles/stares from everyone.
You good sir--If I may ask you this.
Who doesn't love the Slowskys?
=We put the " i " in "leisurely".=
=Hey that's catchy,you should put that on a pillow.=
I hope I spelled that correctly.Too bad the robot died. D:
When I grow up. I wanna be the crazy cat lady-that's always wearing curlers in her hair. And wearing a nightgown to grocery store. Constantly murmuring to myself.
This is utterly pointless.
*Immature laughter*... I said "this".
Ok. I don't expect anyone to have read this entire thing. I sure as hell wouldn't have. Good ni--morning. =)
