Dear Die-ary...

Aaaaaaaaaaw, isn't that the sweetest thing you've ever seen?? No? The feeling is mutual, my friend. Look! She's blushing all pink-like! How weird! (I do have a version of her not blushing, but this is a prototype, if you will). God, conscience, anyone, can you tell me why I did this?? Someone? Please? I just wanna know why I drew this!! *cries all crying-like* I'm so scared! AAAAAAAARGH *jumps out of the nearest window, which is her computer. Geddit? Windows? Computer? Never mind.* Now my computer's dead. Great. Anyway, doing what I do in art: stripping the picture down, not in that way, and describe every 1-by-1 pixel. OK... the outline of this picture was drawn on MS-Paint. That was fun. Then I colored it all in using airbrush. All of it. Then I blurred it, not smudge it. The background I had a little help with, with one of the filters. Plus lots of layers, and you get an asinine picture. Stupid text with it too. Stupid stupid stupid picture. STUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPIIIIIIIIIIIIIID. Ugh. Now I have to warn you before you enlargio it... or, if you have, just telling you, the picture's in jpg format, and you know what THAT means... OK, it means it turned out sh1ttier than planned. So now you know. A picture of Jem a day keeps the doctor running off a pier.

Now, back to easter... I hope you all out there who watch their computer screens expecting it to do something by using your mind had a good one. I, however, did not. Well, there was one good point. I got a leeeeeeeeettle more chocolate. My parents did not give me ANY. None at all. My relatives didn't either. No one from my family did, except for Ninja Nanny, who got me the usual, an egg with my name on it. I also got half an egg from Charlie (I ate the first half when I got it...), and one from Jonesy. That's it. So I'm making my parents buy me some Zim shirts from Hot Topic, which is where the 'Destroy everything' and 'Destroying you will be the greatest victory' shirts are from. Then I'm making them get me a GIR toy. I get my revenge.

What I don't understand is why did they buy eggs for my cousins, but not for us?? And my relatives never return the favor. They never have. Even for my birthday, I have to expect nothing from them, or something in pink or some make-up. I know they don't know me. Which is why I covered my last pair of pink gloves and pink scarf in glue and newspaper, and colored my last giant make-up box in eye-shadow. I always find a use for everything. So I demanded that my Mom would never buy them anything again. This may sound harsh, yes, but I'm only standing up for what I believe in. I'm like a sort of communist... Eep. But not only that, the relatives are not religious, and so they turn a religious holiday into a time to annoy us. Speaking of annoyance, I hear some of the relatives are coming tomorrow. Grandad did come today, but he's not annoying. Nah, we just made him watch Futurama.

I would've done much more today, but I couldn't. For when I woke up, even though it was the standard time for waking up, I was still tired, and my head hurt. So I slept a little longer. Then longer. But not too long. But my head just HURT. I had a bath, as I was told that'd cure it. It didn't. It made it worse. So I came downstairs, and watched... something... and I had quickly developed a blockage in the nasal department. 'Twas a cold. And it flowed freely, freely... yep. When I asked if I could have a tissue (please), my Dad said no, despite the fact I was leaking all over the sofa. After a while, he gave in, and I would leak no more! ...until the tissue was so wet I couldn't do anything else but leak some more. Oh, and why couldn't I get it myself? Because every time I stood up, there would be some strange pressure to my head. So I couldn't do anything. After Grandad left, I was told to lie down, but I said I MUST NOT because I was always told I couldn't nap. So I didn't.

So, um... wasn't that so very fun? Easter... the time of re-birth. But I died.

Silence! And, uh, merry Platypus one and all!!

The easter platypus beats the easter bunny by far.