Dear Die-ary...

I've been told I'm quite sad. I love comic books, like JTHM, and cartoons, like Invader Zim, and Foster's home for imaginary friends... Hey! I don't care what you think! FHFIF is a cool show, so neeeeeh. And that's Bloo ^. He is blue. Yup. Basically I've been watching cartoons all evening (yeah, including DangerMouse), and I went on Furcadia. My character expired, even though I pleaded to the Beekins to help me log onto my character... but they ignored me, cheap b*stards. So I got her back, and so everything's hunky dory. Unfortunately I found out my favorite dream had GONE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoh well. I tried to make my own dream and miserably failed. I tried to do the 'pets' thing, where the characters turn into dogs, or whatever. However, the wolf jumped around a bit when it walked. So it went wrong. It also took me several uploads to sort out the door problem. The problem was that the doors would let you go in, but never come out (mwaa-haa-haa-haa), and I got that sorted. By the way, my charater's name is... *gulp*...Marienna. Yes, I stole that name from a skoolmate, but ah. Yeah. I mean, I can't keep calling ALL my characters and log-ons 'Jem' or 'Invader Jem', can I? Well, yes I can, but... Marienna was my old Furre's name, so I decided to keep it. Hurrah for me.

ENOUGH OF MY EVENING. Today we sat through a german play. It was very german. Even the characters were german stereotypes! Well, at least, one was. The woman - she wore... oh dear God, it pains me to think of her clothing! At the beginning she wore... a pink cap (with the top missing, so it was an open-top cap... does that make sense?), and... oh yeah, she wore a skirt over her trousers, and... a jacket and... uh, I forget. And I am glad of that. But she had 8 pairs of shoes and 5 handbags with her for a camping trip. The bloke, on the other hand, had a teddy bear called "Flopsy" or something, well, until the woman ripped its head off when they were fighting for crisps. In fact, in one part, the bloke had a towel around his waist, and the woman whipped it off him. He covered himself, but from what I could see, he wasn't wearing anything underneath anyway 8- I am mentally disturbed.

At the end of this play, we find out they only went there for one day. Can someone please tell me the point of camping for ONE day??

And if you notice the time, it is incredibly late. However I'm going to a funeral tomorrow (guess whose), so I do not need to care about the wicked hoarder of time.