Dear Die-ary...

I'll start with a game you can all join in with.
Look around you, choose five things nearby, list them and comment on them: what is it, how it ended up nearby, and why you need it. (pics optional, yet encouraged)

Alright, number 1!
My 4 DangerMouse badges
Nearby so I know they're safe. They're kind of a lucky charm, and help keep what sanity I have left.

Number TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Paper and pencils (and a rubber)
Nearby so if I have an urge to do something artistic, there's something there that I can burst my pus-like neediness on it.

I'm free! I'm free!
A gel bottle
Just in case there's a bad hair problem needing sorting out.

So what? I'm four!
Some sort of electrical...thingy.
Just like now. I thrive on electrical stuff. It fascinates me.

LAST ONE: five (I can count!!)
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD or DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK

Aw, look, Zim's hugging a sandwiche. Sorry, sandwich. Always making that mistake somehow. Anyway, I need it nearby so I don't have to go far if I have a sudden urge to gorge myself with snacks. Lately, I've just needed drinks, but you know, both's good.

Well, with that game done, I'll get on with my blog. First, let me explain my first picture at the top theeeeeeeeeeeeere^. Last night I realised how much time I had left until I had to go back to skool. I almost swore. And that's bad, seeing as it was midnight, and everyone was asleep. But I managed somehow to maintain my sudden attack of Tourette's. I haven't done anything productive either, except draw. I don't think my drawing's improved, but I still do it.

2 days ago (couldn't be bothered to report it), I went to an aunt's new house. Not a drive-down-the-road-oh-look-there-it-is trip, it was a 2 hour trip. I dressed like Dib again, and scared my little cousins. It was so boring there, I found a rocking chair and didn't stop rocking on it for half an hour. I didn't see the point in the trip, in fact, I don't think there was any point. Despite my mom's gossip, I was constantly offered nuts and highly-sugar-contented stuff. I had to stick to bread and chicken nuggets. Degradeeeeeeyyyy-ness. We went on a meaningless walk, and proved myself to be the queen of walking (in my view, anyway). With all the little ones complaining, and the adults scared of getting mud on themselves or their precious-little-darling-piranas, I happily walked on ahead, no pain, zooming like a snail with a jetpack. Walking's the only sport-related thing I'm good at (apart from puddle-splashing), and I've somehow had lots of practise. So I zoomed ahead. Aha-ha-ha. I also kept reminding my parents that Invader Zim was to be on soon (in 5 hours) and I HAD to go home or I will have to kill them. So I managed to drag them away before we were made to dance.

Joy!