Dear Die-ary...

Poor little post. It was so young... What happened? Oh, I wrote up a new post last night. However, it would not post it onto my blog. I waited all night, and in the morning, and just now I came back to my computer and found that the post had got lost due to a blogger hiccough. Hopefully, it will post it now. And thankfully, the post wasn't as long as other night-time posts. If it was, believe me, I would shut down this blog, in a mourning state. But it wasn't, and I won't. Instead, I will endeavour to re-write it all, making sure I save it onto notepad beforehand.

All yesterday's lost post was about... what happened yesterday. It's always about what happened that day!! Who cares. Now I will write it!

I am a Space Raiders addict. Space Raiders, in case you did not know, are a type of crisp (or potato chip, ye American differentials), which are in the shape of alien heads. So, when I saw that the skool vending machines had been stocked up with them, I immediately pounced and bought three packets. It was a rare treat to see so many, as usually there are only two or three stocked in there behind prawn flavoured... THINGS. And in case you did not know, again, I don't eat sea food. Not because I'm allergic, but because when I was younger, SpongeBob came to me like a religion, and I can't be bothered to eat them again. Anyway, I piled the crisps on top of my books and pencilcase. Steadily, I slithered out of the building, to get to my locker (located in an outside classroom). It wasn't very far, just outside, turn left, walk about 10-20 metres, and there it is. But I didn't make it that far. As soon as I got outside, the pile of crisps and books was too much for gravity, and so they decided to jump out of my arms and roll on the ground, triumphant in escape from my grasp. In doing so, my folders and books flew open, and all the loose papers (I have a LOT) flew away, spiralling in a perfectly-timed gust of wind, like an opened box, which contained hundreds of butterflies. In short, they went EVERYWHERE. I didn't know what to do; run off and attempt to gather my papers, or give up and walk away, leaving the litter level to go higher? No need to do either, but I was going to do the first option. After screaming many curse words, mostly the f-word, a group of about 5 girls ran up, and started collecting the paper, like a bunch of ants collecting leaves and twigs back to their nest. I was really thankful, REALLY thankful. However... I wasn't as thankful as I should be. I was rather... edgy at them looking and poking and DISECTING WITH THEIR SHARP EYES... my papers. I have a rather protective side when it comes to my belongings. I've never liked people looking at my things, and, oh boy, was that a field day for me!!

I'm not paranoid, I'm just aware.

I think I've used that saying on here before.

Before I go, why not see your name in russian?