Friday, February 24, 2006
The paranoia seeps in... then spills out everwhere, splatting on the walls. It is a nice black color.
Black is a nice color.
First, I'd like to say that since Nan's death (I think I've mentioned something about Nan in every blog entry ever since she was MURDERED) Grandad's spent more time with us. That's a good thing. No, no, I don't mean Nan's passing is a good thing! I mean... uh... you know what I mean. Death's a bad thing. Yeah... yeah. But it's good Grandad's spending more time with us. But then, he wouldn't have if Nan was alive, so... *head explodes*
Next up, I gave my Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (Director's Cut) to LP today. Some people will think I'm crazy, yeah, yeah. It might be because it is my favorite book in the whole wide world, and if it was damaged in any way, shape, or form, I would die on the spot, even though it's very delicate. Hmm. I will perform Happy Noodle Boy rants and Nny tortures on LP if it is even 0.000000000001% more damaged than it used to. I hate lending things.
I decided to shove this on 'ere. I decided to eat 'properly' today, and had some FOOD at lunchtime. But someone who's name I will not mention - oh what the heck, her name's Sophie Hoff - had a fruit salad. I almost screamed when she started eating it. I went on to explain that it looked like it had been thrown up already. I was told to shut up. I said there must be some kind of system in the skool toilets that makes the fruit salad go back to the kitchen when it's been thrown up. I was told to shut the f*ck up. I continued, describing a filter for p1ss, a filter for sh1t, and a final filter for fruit salad... She left.
More stuff! A plastic came on MSN today. She then asked me, "what's ur bebo adress?" (yes, with that spelling.) I asked why, and she said "coz i wana c it". Paranoia seeps in. She gets angry as I ask more paranoi...id...ly... why she's asking, until I finally tell her. That was random. Are they laughing at it behind my back? Also, another plastic's unblocked me. Yes, unblocked me. How I know they've blocked me? Two reasons -
- She hasn't been on for a heck of a long time.
- Her personal message she usually has, has 'disappeared'. That shows they've blocked you. No really, *sometimes* that's the case.
I just want to know what the f*ck she wants. She's scaring me with this coming on and off. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH black paranoia!
