Wednesday, Jul. 03, 2002 - 8:13 p.m.

Hello. Hello hello hello. Hello. I don't really know what I want to write in here today, don't really need to write anything in here on any day, but, I logged into Diaryland, and from there, well, I have to do something other than change a spelling mistake on the previous entry, really. Doing just that would be... bad. Very bad. Bad things are bad. And I, I am clever. Also, I... I wish I could swim. Like dolphins. Like dolphins can swim. And... other things, like that. Maybe. Not sure really where this's going.

I did some VERY bad writing today, very very bad, I mean... stuff I didn't think even I was capable of. And it's bad. Also am on the college magazine thingy now, for some unknown reason(or maybe it's because I asked if it was easy, and was told yes, maybe). Me, writing to the masses. No, I'll be given a job photocopying, I can see it now. I like it not, but I can still see it. But nevermind photocopynesses, I can fly!.. and... lie, also. Heh.

Seriously, where is this going? I'm not writing for any particular purpose, I wish I could do this more in e-mails, write... and write... and write. It's fun. Kinda, anyway. Actually it's utterly pointless, I can't see the point in writing it, and honestly, if you're reading this, you're either crazy or bored. very bored. I think you're crazy, though. You are aren't you?

Elephants can fly and explode. Poop! (is the sound they make)

Something smells burnt. Burnt is bad. Hope it isn't any valuable part of my anatomy that just happens to have... no... nerves. Like my toenails. A toenail fire that doesn't effect toes. Nasty. No, actually I think either the house is on fire or someone's making toast. I'll assume the latter and burn to death if I'm wrong, most probably. Which would be long, painful, and unfortunate. But, well... that'd hurt.

I'm tired, too, oh so very tired. Need to sleep more(during the afternoon) because early mornings and movement reduce me to a gibbering fool who spins round and round looking at the pretty lights in the top of big warehouse type DIY shop places. Two of them. Also drank too much Coca-Cola stuff. I hate it, it's horrible and nasty and... just... bad. But I drank it anyway. And ate in two different Mcdonaldses(real word). Strawberry milkshakes, so thick and lacking in strawberry. And I'm tired, also. What was I saying again?

Hmmm.. "...and I've forgot the whole damn point of this whole song, and I'm complaining now complaining for so long..." That seems appropriate, somehow.

Heh, I write lots. Let's just hope my computer doesn't crash and I lose this wondrous work of wondrousness, because that would be a great loss to... someone. Maybe. I don't know.

I could just try and make this reeeeeeeeally long. But I don't want to, so I gonna end it now, before it gets out of hand(er[?]).

Boop.