Dear Die-ary...

Honestly!! Of all the tastes in the world, why did my mouth have to taste like orange juice?? AARGH!!!! And if you think I've been drinking some, you're wrong, because I can't drink orange juice, so therefore I haven't. But... orange juice!! It's been haunting me all day!!

Yes, enough of orange juice.

Yet again I had a lesson free from my art teacher. Yay! But instead, a Mr Hallsworth took the lesson. Personally I thought I could get away with doing nothing. But I was wrong. I was drawing GoatBoy, a new addition to the family of drawings (he has a troll for a friend... aw, that's sad. Yay!). One day I will show you him. But anyway, so I was drawing him, and his troll friend, when this take-on of Dracula slid up to me, and demanded that I handed what I was doing over to him. I quite literally forbade him from taking it off of me. But, being me, I handed it over after some argument. He just looked at it. (Note to self: Next time draw horrifically disturbing pictures of people dying. And being gutted. And blood dripping from mouths, like all their insides had just been squashed up and grounded to fit in their throats.) He asked me what the hell it was, and why I was doing it, and sh1t like that. All the time I was giving sarcastic remarks. I reckon I'm the only person who's done that to him yet... Soon enough, after my responses, he was tired of my presence, and left me alone for the rest of the lesson. No, I still didn't do any work. Heh.

Conspiracy!! My sister is plotting against me. I was happily watching Shaun of the Dead. Suddenly, she appears just as they get to the Winchester pub (after they act like zombies), and takes the DVD out. I asked, nay, DEMANDED why she did such a thing. She said it was hers. Personally, I don't know whose it was. I just found it by my computer and so watched it (for the third time...). I said this, and she said I still should've asked her, even though there was a chance it wasn't hers. I am thankful she went back home today. She dyed her hair a horrendous dark red-purple. It's frightening. She looks like a plastic Gaz, and that's just disturbing.More stuffs. I was gonna play the Sims, but I didn't get 'round to it. Instead, I've been cleaning out my computer. I must've got rid of at least 1 GB, maybe 2, but my computer is in denial. It's still at the same level of used-i-ness. At two different computer-tackling times the recycling bin held 95 MB, delete, then another time: 121 MB. Delete. Well, that was fun.

What made the whole thing worse was the deletion of my on-the-computer MS-paint and Photoshop etc pictures. Mostly Jem pictures. And it was the biggest folder of them all (with the possible exception of my Invader Zim collection). But I couldn't just delete them all! So I didn't. Instead, I did the horrific thing of converting the bmp files into jpg files. Jpgs only take up less than half the space of bmps. Problem is, it therefore leaves them in a sh1tty state. Oh well.

Then I had to uninstall a lot of things. I had to uninstall javascript, flash, Furcadia, a whole bunch of things I know I'll miss. I think I might have to uninstall MSN too, maybe. Probably not, but we'll have to compare the spacing. And wouldn't you know it? The Sims 2 was the largest application there was. Over 2000 MBs.

And was it all worth it? No, not really.

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 11:20 PM