Thursday, January 25, 2001 // 04:58 p.m.

::holds up an asprin:: This asprin is flat. Too flat. And its thin too! I've never seen such thin, flat asprin! Disgusting. Weak! Stupid weak flat asprin! ::yells at the asprin:: You dishonor me with you WeAkNeSs!!! ::pulls out a sword and chops the asprin into little piece:: Bah. ::wanders off muttering "stipid onna"::

Wednesday, January 24, 2001 // 11:30 a.m.

A box of powdered dishwasher soap broke in the basement yesterday. The first words out of my mother's mouth, "Oh my God! Don't get that near any other soap! It might explode!!!" ::shrugs:: Your guess is as good as mine.

Monday, January 22, 2001 // 08:37 p.m.

I have the most irresistable urge to put my Vash and Wolfwood action figures in compromising positions!! ::twitches:: And take pictures!

Monday, January 22, 2001 // 05:05 p.m.

Matt's in Chicago! He's learning how to use a laser! ::cackles insanely::

Today, while Mrs. Pierog rambled about angles and rhombuses a thought randomly popped into my head. "It's time for some hardcore grooming!" I don't understand. I don't understand!

Sunday, January 21, 2001 // 10:23 a.m.

I'm digusted with everyone today. First I'm digusted with my mother for making me go to church. I'm disgusted with the church, because, well, it's church. I'm digusted with the church's little readings for saying things like "God created our body so all parts are equal. So if one part hurts all the other parts hurt." Oh, yes. When my foot hurts, so does my eye. Then, of course, I'm digusted with the useless cop who decided to park his car right in front of the enterance to my street. Gah!

Friday, January 19, 2001 // 07:59 p.m.

Sometimes I wonder about my relatives. They automatically assume the every bit of merchandise with a bit of kanji on it is japanese and that I will automatically like it. You should see all the hideous things that people have given me because they saw the "japanese" writing and asumed it "super cool". Gah.

My sister is afraid of the VCR. ::snorts in disgust::

Friday, January 19, 2001 // 05:37 p.m.

I made a new winamp skin!!! ::cackles:: It has Vash and Wolfwood on it. You can have it if you want. Just im me or something...

AIM: WU WU KILLED BANANA
Y!: SailorV2032
AOL: M002032
ICQ: 42917521

I'm sure I had something alse to say, but I forgot.

Thursday, January 18, 2001 // 08:11 p.m.

My sister is watching cartoons again. Please, make it stop. ::weeps::

I've mentioned that I don't like Matt before, haven't I? And that he follows me around and tried to push me off my swingset when I was litte? Okay. Just checking.

I'm not sure when it started, but every so often I get a Scottish On Line Newsletter. I've never read it and I have absolutly no idea where it came from. I think the Scottish are hunting me.

Wednesday, January 17, 2001 // 07:17 p.m.

::grumbles:: It wasn't Mr. Russel's fault. Now I have no reason to hate him. Godammit! It was all the evil women in the office's fault! I don't think they like me very much. They want my blood. I just know it. You should see the looks they give me. ::shudders::

Tuesday, January 16, 2001 // 06:07 p.m.

I had a really odd dream last night.

In it I was showing off my Vash and Wolfwood action figures(to whom I'm not sure)and bragging about how they could move into lots of different poses. So, whoever I was talkin to goes "How can you be sure they really move?" I simply held up the box and said "They have 22 points of articulation."

Oh, and I figured out how to archive things, so all my earlier posty things can be found under the link that says "archive". Okay?

Tuesday, January 16, 2001 // 03:48 p.m.

I hate Mr. Russel! He's such an imbred freak. He used to just annoy me, but after today I think I'm ready to kill him. Can you guess what the loser did? He marked me absent. I sit in the god damn frount of the freakin room! How could he not see me? ::weeps:: Now I have to go talk to the scary women in the office in get this taken care of. ::shudders:: I hate the women in the office. And I especially hate substitute teachers.