Dear Die-ary...

Oh boy. For the last two days I've been going on HomeStar Runner. I used to go on it a lot. I fear I will do so again. I usually go there for the games, and for TEEN GIRL SQUAD!!! Sorry, but I really like Teen Girl Squad (it's under toons). It takes the p1ss outta plastics (Cheerleader, So and So, What's her face, the Ugly oneeee!!). That is good. And my favorite game there is Stinkoman. That game 0wns. I can play it for hours. And I have.

Moving swiftly on, crud I did yesterday. Erm. Yeah. Saw some BLACK BOOOOOOOOOOTS BLACK BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS BLACK BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS!!!!! What? I want black boots. Then I'll look like Dib!! Wow, man, I'm sad! I don't even wear glasses or have exentrically black spikey hair. But, eh. Problem is, the boots that fit wouldn't go around my legs. Too much muscle *Laughs nervously*. And the ones that fit around my legs were too big. So I am suicidally sad. Because I didn't get boots. Mmmmmmyep. Mom asked if I was 'Turning goth'... I didn't answer. How long have I been wearing black, been interested in death, black comedy/horror and liked Invader Zim, wanted purple hair (heh. Purple's a nice color.), and liked other gothic interests (too many to say)? And yet I did not feel the need to answer. I just said, "Shaddup," and carried on. But I had a MIGHTY NEED to use the bathroom, so that would explain the crankyness. Speaking of which, I have a MIGHTY NEED now, but I cannot be bothered. Apparently, if you think of s*x, you don't need the bathroom. Goddamn this as*xualness!! Maybe it's a good thing, though? ENOUGH.

But, while I was scouring the land for something to doooooooo (in Poole, there's not much to do, except shop... shop... shop... shop... shop some more... ooh, there's a gym!...shop... you get the idea. But yeah, my Mom was dragging me into clothes shops. REPUTATION RUINING TIME!!!!!!! Plastics from my skool were lurking around. I didn't want them to think I was enjoying it, which I was NOT. Whether their short attention spans were noticing me or not (which I don't think they were), I didn't want to take chances, and tried to hide. F*ck them, anyway. Aheh. But, I really, really don't get it. People stared and laughed at me, AGAIN, but this time, I saw no reason to. Maybe they ran out of things to laugh at. GO BUY MONTY PYTHON!!! But yeah, I don't actually understand. There was one little girl, who was walking in front of me. She kept looking back at me, with a 'look' on her face. This look... it was like a 'Don't rape me!!!!!' kind of look. Then she ran off when she saw her Mommy. ("Mommy, mommy, a girl with blonde hair, wearing black, was going to RAPE ME!!! I know she was!! Because she was wearing black! I just know it!! I like muffins!!") I was just so confused. Then, some low-life girl pointed at me in front of her many boyfriends. She was grinning. She and her many gitfaces followed me around. I ALMOST, ALMOST stuck my middle finger up, with a p1ssed-off Nny look. However, I've done that before to some starers before, and they just laughed preeeeeetty hard. They were dyed-blonde plastics. I wanted to yank out their hair... But that was a long time ago. I wish I did, actually............ Probably would've been kicked out of Burger King forever, though. Which isn't so bad, because I abhor MacDonalds, Burger King, and KFC. Subway rocks!! There are many subjects here.

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 4:06 PM