Dear Die-ary...

"OMG!! OMG!!! OMFG!!! WE WERE DIRECTED BY STEVE RESSEL!!! AAAAARGH!! OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!"

Sorry, I've been meaning to do that for some time. And now I've done it. Yay! By the way, this is the scene where the apparent Bloody GIR's supposed to show up. (A Plague of Babies)

So that need has been forfilled. But after this blog entry, even though it's past 11pm, I'm going to have to do my homework. Because then I'll have the rest of my short, short, holiday to do stuff with no worries. In fact, today my Dad came home from work early, to go to the doctors. So I asked him if he could help me with my homework, because it's a bloody essay, and despite my apparent 'talent' for writing stories, essays are impossible for me. So he grabbed a piece of paper. I asked him what he was doing, as he was writing away. He raised his hand, in an act to SILENCE me. So, I just carried on. After about 10 minutes, he walked past me, dropping the piece of paper in front of me. What was on the paper? Well, he had basically written the whole essay for me (except for the quotes... the essay's on Romiet and Julio). I asked him why he did that, because he was meant to help me, not do the whole thing!! He didn't reply, though. Why am I angry? I want to learn how to write essays, not go the easy way. But now, it's just like cheating on a test. I'm not learning anything. Oh well, at least I got most of my essay. Problem is, I can't read his writing.

Now I must scream about some tattoos I've got on me. Then I will scream about going to Grandad's. So, my tattoos. They're not real tattoos, or rub-ons, or anything like that. They're little crappy drawings I did on myself using a permanent marker. I drew the Irken symbol:

Well, that's a sort of lop-sided picture someone did of it. Still, you get the idea. I had two black markers, and so used one on my hand, and the other on my knee. Over a few days, the one on my knee has turned blue, and the one on my hand red. That is weird. So very weird. The two markers are exactly the same; same company, some color, same tip, same everything. But that was pretty weird anyway. I like it.

Now, about Grandad's. I went there with my brother, well, I rode my chopper bike there. And so, we got there shortly, because I don't live THAT far away from him. When we got there, we had, pretty much, nothing to do. Interesting, huh? But he had been cleaning out, and so we searched through some of the junk there. There was one item of junk that interested me... it was this old toy I used to play with when I was, like, 2 or 3. I still remember coming down to play with it before I went to skool... It was called 'GeoSafari' or something, and it was a strange computer-like thing. This one was yellow, though I SWEAR we also have a white one somewhere. F*ck. Told you I swear. Anyway, the 'computer' was a bunch of cards, you typed in the code for the card, and you would press a 'random' button which would flash lights everywhere, finally landing on a random question on the side of the card. Then you would type the code-answer for it. Then it would make a happy sound if you got it right, and a mean buzzing sound if you got it wrong. Here is what it sort-of looks like:

See? They have a little compartment for the cards at the back. Problem with ours was that when you switched it on (How cute! It says 'Hi' on the screen and makes a cheerful sound!! Aww, we need to destroy it.), that was all you could do. The buttons wouldn't work, as the electronics inside were all rusted and corroded and stuff. So, Grandad got some spraying... thing, which 'un-corroded' the electronics. We spent the afternoon spraying it and trying to get the buttons to work. We managed to, in the end, get the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 (then it stopped working), 9, and enter buttons working, I think. The random button wouldn't work though :(. So that was a kick in the pants. Then my brother had the BRILLIANT idea that we should open it up and try to fix it that way. What a brilliant idea!! How amazing!! But wait, I feel I've heard that plan before... Oh yeah, I suggested that in the first place. So, opened it up we did. Didn't. We managed to get all the screws on the outside out, except for one. The cross on the screw had been... how to say... well the cross had turned into a circle, as it had been scraped away by other screwdrivers. So, our solution... We got some mini-plyers, turned the screw around gradually, and got it out that way. Ta-da!! Then as we were breaking the machine open, my brother just groaned. I asked why he groaned, and he announced there were two more screws securing it down so we couldn't open it properly. Right... so, in the end we didn't even get so far as getting one screw out, as we had to go home. Aw. But we're coming back!! One day...

Here's a lovely tip you might like. When unscrewing a screw with a screwdriver *claps at the weird repetition of 'screw'*, snap a magnet onto the screwdriver, so when the screw comes out, it attaches itself to the screwdriver. Neato, huh? Just make sure you don't unscrew any screws near any electronics...

Then, in the evening, we went out AGAIN. To go shopping. How fun!!? For some reason (which I do know myself, yes) I was stared at, in some cases, a little excessive. And not just by little kids. This I found unnerving. But after a few minutes, I just didn't care. This song was in my head...

"In every life we have some trouble. But when you worry you make it double. Don't worry, be happy! The landlords say your rent is late. You may have to litigate. But don't worry. Bee Happy! Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style. Ladies vomit when I smile. But does Zoidberg worry? Feh! You wish. Bee Happy! Don't worry now, Amy! Ok, I'm happy! Take us home, Bender! Don't worry! Bee Happy!"

That's from Futurama, by the way, in case you weren't wondering. If you just read the first line and stopped because you hate the 'Don't worry, Be Happy' song, then read it. It's different. All the way through that song, a bee comes and stings everyone causing them to explode. Yay! After this nice smiley I-don't-care-why-you're-looking-you-deadbeat mood for a while, I got sick of it, and started staring daggers at anyone who dared LOOK AT MEEEEEEEEE. I scared the crap outta one family by doing that. Then I just didn't care. Again. But the reason for that might have been because I was leaving anyway.

What a fun-filled day!!

Yay! It's Shloonktapooxis!! "The pirate monkeys!!"