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Today I explored a store that I never explored before. confused I played with a leap pad thingy and danced with a turkey that did the chicken dance. I met many new people, like a little girl who spilled Mountain dew on the floor and a little boy who collects mighty beans. He said his name was spelt like this: K-I-R-B-Y. Overall, I think my day went well.

Hello. Guess what! We just got hit by a hurricane! What is this like the fifth on this year? They just keep coming and coming . . . We had no power until now. It wasn't that bad actually. Only hot, boring and the only thing we were able to cook was was hot dogs. We only lost power for a day but God! Everybody gets annoying when there's nothing to do. After the sun set we couldn't do s**t, no matter how many flashlights.

But, theres no school today or tomorrow so I'm happy. Until the almighty LISA comes and destroys the entire state of FLORIDA! I don't care if she's still small right now. Someone up there is out to get us . . . stare

Soo . . . I've never had a journal thing before. What are you suppose to write about. I hope it isn't emotions 'cause I ain't very good at that. gonk I bet I could just sit here for an hour and not think of something to write. Except that. And that. And that. Aww, crap. I'm rambling on about nothing. Now I remember why I never kept a diary. That and I hate writing. Why am I doing this again? Well at least I'm not required to write about where I think I'm going to be in twenty years 'cause how the hell should I know. I mean come on. Do I look like a prophet to you? Don't answer that. It's like this:

Guidance Counselor: Alright, everone. I need you all to write two paragraphs about where you will be in ten years.

Me: scream What!

Do they want me to be serious? I'm not exactly optimistic so . . .:

1. Still living with my parents.
2. Living with about four people in a two bedroom apartment. I'll probably be working for minimum wage.
3. I'll live underneath a bridge fighting over food with the rats.
4. Ten years? Ha! Who says I'm gonna live that long . . .

Yep. Guidance Counselor. Pretty useless in my opinion. If I need guidance I'll go to the fortune cookie, thank you very much.

~Artemis9