Dear Die-ary...

*Wipes face with hands rapidly, like a hamster cleaning itself* Wh-wh-wha'? Do good days happen?

Let's start with the morning. So what if I was late to 'work'? I had a reason to be. Just as my Dad and I were leaving the house, 3 ducks waddled down our drive. One of them tried to get into the house. It's just that... Ducks? In our driveway?? What're the odds?? 2 were mallards (drake and duck), one was domesticated (drake... I think). So, I fed them some bread. Or, at least, I tried to. I just threw scraps at them and watched as they bounced off their backs. My Mom screamed like a 2 year old at a toyshop, and scampered off to get a camera. In fact, she brought 2 cameras, for some unknown reason. The other one didn't even run out of film. So, the ducks just stepped on the bread, smashing it into the ground and making a white stain on the paving stones. It was still funny to watch. However, I scared them away when I tried to make my way to the car. Apparently, they came back again after about 2 hours.

So, work again. I didn't have that many tasks today anyway. Just printing off the remainder of my works. I was also asked to draw a cartoon character to go on my logo... Don't know what that was about, but I did it anyway. And after doing this, and drawing pictures of fudge, I was then requested to make a short 'biker' flash movie, basically about a biker going down a road on his motorbike. And still, after mounting more pictures, I had time left. So you know what I did? Finished the What the Hell movie. Watch it NOW!! Please note, I drew it crapply on purpose. No, really, I did. And, turn your sound on, folks, 'coz this flash movie has a lotta sound!! Mostly the same sound, over and over again. To detect when the end is nigh, the screen shows "DOING! The end of the line", and a black mark in the top left corner which I couldn't be bothered to erase at the time, but now wish I did. I would've put a playback button and a play button, but I couldn't get it to work properly. That sucks. That sucks lemons.

Have a baby sucking on a lemon.

I'm surprised the baby's tastebuds don't implode on themselves, the force of which causes the baby's body functions to backfire, thus making the body empty its little self out, making a large mess the size of the river Thames. But, maybe it did, I don't know.

Anymore good aspects of the day? Glad you didn't ask that question. Well, sir, I found Jhonen V's livejournal!! Boomshackalacka... Shame the comments're turned off, because if they weren't, I'd be sending countless fan-screams. Instead, I will declare my love FOR HIS WORK here.

I ♥ JHONEN'S WOOOOOOOOOOOOOORK!!!!

Falling in love with the guy himself would just be weird. I'm... not meaning to offend or imply anything, but... It's stupid loving some guy who you'll most likely never meet (well, I most likely won't, because it's the wrong country for a start...), and screaming at every other fan that s/he's 'yours'. For all you know, the person behind the singer, artist, etc could be the most infuriating person you'd ever meet, and absolutely hate everything that they imply to like. ...Just agree with me here if you don't understand. I know someone who is in 'deep' love with Blancmange-ovi (Bon Jovi), even though she is about 30 years younger than him. And she has persuaded herself that his current wife (girlfriend? Lover? Whoever it is) is gay, and doesn't love him at all. She might soon get out of this state, because she used to be 'Orli's Number 1 Fan'. Now she has pictures of a semi-naked Blancmange-ovi as her MSN avatar. (And it scares me a lot...)

But... why do people love someone they've never met? Buy blow-up doll versions of them, hang pictures of them on their walls, most of which are semi-naked or naked, buy their albums or books or whatever, and stalk them through the internet? (Well, I've done the last thing on that list...) Why do they copy them? (I've done this... oops) It's just... weird. Fanaticism, if there is such a word, is a confusing subject. Maybe, maybe it has something to do with wannabes; if they act like them, they'll BE them. They'll be rich and famous and as tallented (or tallentless) as them. Oh dear lord... I've just had worrying flashbacks of my past... when I loved SpongeBob so much it was scary. I still have that giant toy of him where he's only wearing underpants... *shudders so much she causes an earthquake* Personally, I don't like him that much anymore. Yeah, I watch the occasional SpongeBob episode now and then, but not as religiously as I used to. Now I've seen the light - the very dark light - and started liking Jhonen things more. And this happens to everyone, they declare their 'undying' love to their idol in chatrooms, webpages, to friends, or whathaveyou, then soon enough, they lose interest in them and take on a new idol. So, falling in love with your idol is just plain stupid. What's even worse is a duplicate idolism (my term!), where someone loves all the members of a band, or all the members of two bands, etc etc. Isn't that, like, cheating on your idol, in effect? Quite recently, one lunchtime, the lunchtime locker friends (heh) were discussing all the 'cute boys'. There was one heck of a long list. The list varied from Snape in Larry Schmotter, to some gay guy called... *sniggers*... Paddy. Oh, erm, sorry if that's your name. Please, define... cute.

1. Delightfully pretty or dainty.
2. Obviously contrived to charm; precious: “ [He] mugs so ferociously he kills the humorit's an insufferably cute performance” (David Ansen).
3. Shrewd; clever.

Pretty? Dainty? Guys aren't either of them. Certainly not dainty. Most sluttish girls prefer their men as 'Testosterone man'. Charm? Precious? Maybe charm. Precious, maybe. Shrewd and clever... No. Just no. Most slags like guys to be as thick as bricks, and maybe thicker. (Teen Girl Squad Number 2 - "You must be girls." It's sad I know that.)

I'm slightly going off the subject which diverted my attention. But, why is that? Why do girls and boys like saying, "S/he's hot... and her/him... I'd like to score a homerun with her/him..." This doesn't happen with just their idols, it's also with people wearing little clothing at the time. Hey, look at how much I've written... I've spent over an hour writing this. And I'll continue until it gets to 12 o' clock!! Hey, I've just found a quote from ol' Winnie Churchill... "A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject". That's so bloody true. I know a few people like that. Fanaticism is just inane. They just see the actor on the outside.

Anyway, with me, I don't love Jhonen V, Weird Al, or David Jason like that at all. And I'm proud of my as*xuality. *'Whoo's like a train on fire*

Oops, I wrote too much. I am deeply sorry. Hey, you can fit at least 2 or 3 average blog posts in this one post!!