Dear Die-ary...

Blogger's being gay again. I have to upload all my pics to my geocities account, and use 'edit html' to add the pics.

But still... I've been listening to obsessive amounts of Weird Al's 'Polka Power' today. Someone... please... stop me... *changes to 'Here's Johnny'* That's better. Well, I coulda chosen a better one, but what the hell. 'Pretty Fly for a Rabbi' would be better to listen to... ENOUGH OF THIS!

I've been needing to do my Art project desperately, seeing as I have until Monday to do the whole f*cking thing. But, I really can't be bothered. A voice tells me, "There'll be time tomorrow..." So I don't bother. Well, OK, I did do quite a bit today, but, y'know, not enough for my taste. *Licks lips*

...It's quite strange... usually hardly anybody talks to me on MSN, despite the fact I have about 40-50 contacts. But today, I was talked to by 3 people *insert incredibly flabbergasped face here* Wow! 3 people! First, there was Nikki. Her computer broke and... let's not go into details about how she spoke to me, because she'd be killed. Yay! Ahem, so we spoke for a few minutes... but she'd told me she'd been on for about an hour and a half, and I almost died. I didn't know she was on! Holy crap! So she went, and yeah. Next, Jonesy came on shortly after. We spoke about... stuff, and about her explosion in PE on Friday. Yet again, I'm not allowed to go into detail, as I'm not even meant to bring that subject up. She went later, for bed (at 8:30...). Then, some random person who is just on my contact list talked shortly about asl... Mmm hmm. I was talked to!

Noticed!

How good it is, to be noticed for good. For someone to speak to you, without it being inane questions, hurtful comments, and snorting laughter. Oh, how I hate people like that. Some people are purely put on this earth to hurt others... or at least they seem to think that. It's people like Nny (and me... MWAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA) to rid the innocent of these hurting little sh*ts, and make the world a happier place. But... there are too many. And I quote from 'Things that make noise':

Scarily enough, it's so true. So very f*cking true. They seem to get a 'high' of some sort, just by destroying the will to live in others. Right now my computer chair's making me lose the will to live... Excuse me. *Some smashing and squeaky noises are heard. A crash, then I am seated again.* Sorry about that, my chair kept going down. ANYWAY, where was I? Ah yes. About a$$holes.

YOU might be one. You never know. All a$$holes out there should have been killed at birth. Maybe world peace would have come once again, then Jesus would come down and bring fluffy bunnies with him, and we dance with the bunnies all day long...

A$$holes serve a good purpose.