2003-08-05 - 12:49 a.m.
Um. Okay. I kind of want to quit at life. Like, not how you're thinking. I don't mean suicide or anything, even though sounds like that. I just wanna escape from all the madness of responsibility and being expected to be able to handle matches at age 15!!! I mean, c'mon...I'm taking it one step at a time okay?? Do you really have to scream, "QUIDDLE YOU'RE LIGHTING THE POTHOLDER ON FIRE!!!" I know, stupid. I see it flaming in my hand. It's like, when I do stupid stuff, they suddenly think I've gone blind..and hard of hearing.(oh so much screaming and yelling)
I have a pet. But I think he has to be let go. He is a little black beetle (suspected to be a stink bug) named Wally. Have you ever noticed how cute they are? I dunno, maybe I'm just feeling vulnerable after the whole lighting the various things on fire experience. Why don't they see that I simply cannot live in a world with fire. Somebody wanna like, get rid of it? Yeahhh. I dunno what I'm saying. I'm tired...and drunk off yoouuurrr kiiiisssss.. for another night in a rowwwwww...this is becoming too routine for meeeeeee...but I did not mean to lead you oooonnn...oh gosh. Other people, right, they sing like, show tunes and dumb things when they're over-tired. Me, being uneducated in anything except Fiddler on the Roof (could sing it in my sleep, complete with dancing and overly exuberant facial expressions), well I sing punk rock. Because I'm usually too busy running my mouth to sing. Unless somebody give me a microphone and says, "sing, girl!" So singing is like a run down quiddle thing to do. Sometimes I sing when I'm hyper. I hate it when people say something that is a line in a song, because I have so many of them filed away for like, sudden attacks of music trivia that my life rests on or something, and I burst out in song haha. At least I can sing. Otherwise my friends would be covering their ea- waiittt...guuyyysss!!!! STOOPPPP i can ssiinnngggg!!! REALLY! mmph.
Enough with this. I sound like Elmo on pot. It's not cool. I don't even have freaking red fur!!! I may, however, be a monster. oh the possiblities. =)
Goodnight diaryland. Be sweet, be true, don't let weirdos mess with you! (whaddya know, I'm a freaking poet!) Try a cut back on the obnoxious screaming at people who light stuff on fire. It just makes us nervous and more apt to toss these lit things around and create more flames. Also, eat your brocolli cuz sometimes it make you poo green. Fun for the whole family. Bye.
