Dear Die-ary...

You are getting sleepy... Sleepy... You WILL put this advert on your blog... You WILL. Then, you will dedicate an entire post to how wonderful this blog is... Nah, I'm just kidding. You don't have to do all that if you don't wanna. Put it on your blog/website/whatever if you want, or if my hypnotising worked. By the way, I know it looks crappy. Yeah, I'm referring both the drawing and the quality. Click the pic, and it should come out better. Down side to that is that you'd have to see my fugly drawing. But I have to say, Jem's skin looks a little burnt. Barbecued Jem! Speaking of which, we should be having a barbecue tomorrow. With meat, not aliens. We bought about 100 kebab sticks, but my Dad says he's going to use them on me. Will I be barbecued? Yum, Me. *licks self*

Before I go on the details of today (which are pretty much EXACTLY as yesterday's), I will speak of a shocking yet not so shocking piece of news I discovered last night. *measures the length of the sentence* OK. Last night, just after I finished my blog post, I decided to go on Angry Kid's website for absolutely no reason at all. Immediately I saw a difference; it said "Skip" above the introduction. DUN DUN DUN! Then, inside, all the links were different. Well, not all of them, but you get the idea. So, they updated it! Hoorah! BUT, that's not all. I then discovered something else. Angry Kid's back in business!! But doing what? Well, he's made a new rap song!!!! I just could NOT believe this. Want proof? Here's the music video trailer. (Warning: NSFW!) It'd be best if you opened that in a new window, if you're going to view it at all. It's just... disturbing and confusing. But, I still like it. Let's see... what is it actually about? OK, football, for one thing. Then handbags, and how the footballers are gay (I think???). Then, you've just lost me. And you know what? It went out on CD 3 days ago. This is something I'm just going to HAVE to buy, just to say I did it. Unfortunately for the American audience, I think the CD is only available in Britain. ...Actually, is that good or bad? See, that's one thing that we British have that Americans don't: Aardman. And I'm one of the lucky people in Britain who lives quite close to Aardman studios. I say 'quite close', not meaning just down the road. It's about... 2 hours ride away. Closer than other places!! But still, Aardman's where I'm GOING to work at, as an animator, when I'm older, if I get older. So watch out, Aardman!!

P.S. If I ever change my mind about where I'm going to work if I get older, for whatever reason, please shoot me in the head with a very very large shotgun. On the spot. I give you my full permission, honest.

So what happened today? Read yesterday's post. The only changes about today was the fact that I revised a little. Not really revising, just reminding myself of what freedom rides were and the Brown vs Topeka case, and black power. Yes, I'm reading up about American history. Hey, that's a thing... In America, do you do history on other parts of the world, or just American history? Please answer my ponder. Another thing that was different: The shopping fiasco. My spelling is a fiasco.

Not really a fiasco, or however that is spelt. FIASCO FIASCO FIASCO. Let's just say 'chaos' instead. OK, the shopping chaos. It wasn't really a chaos, just my 'awareness'. Y'see, even BEFORE I stepped into the store, I was being stared at. Were they staring, or just looking? I don't know. I didn't stop to ask. But there was one puny little minor, who was EVERYWHERE in the shop where I was. And she always glared a burning hole into my head, with her sharp little squinting eyes and foul expression. I just wanted to slap her for making the world a worse place to live in. (What? She reminded me of the devil.) But I didn't, because she was with her burly mother. There was another shrimpish imp thing who 'looked' at me a lot, with her chavvish-plastic big sister. The pair of them made me want to regurgitate my organs. The shrimp imp... If I remember correctly, she was wearing pink. It wouldn't surprise me if I was right. She was rather plump, her cheeks looking like she'd just attempted to shoplift a couple of snooker balls in her mouth. It's not really her that I'm that disgusted about, appart from the fact that she was wearing pink. It was her sister that made me nauseous. Why is it that with plastics, the 'in' colour now, it seems, is black? That's what this chav-plastic was wearing. Black and white revealing clothes. But it wasn't just that. It looked like she was wired to her sister or something, like the imp was a battery, and that she was one of those electronic toys that danced. I think in real life, the plastic had just gone and blasted out those last few brain cells with her iPod and decided to dance at the celebration that she's just lost all of her baby brain cells. (Baby teeth? Baby brain cells? Geddit?) Unfortunately, in these cases, they won't grow back. And those things dangling from her ears, just BEGGING to catch onto something and rip their owner's ears off!!! You know the kind of earrings I'm talking about, the giant hoop ones. I think she was wearing those. Hold on, I've completely wandered away from the subject in hand. I am sorry. Conclusion: I was 'looked' at. The end of that subject.

Now I will ramble about my crazy dreams. Lately, I've had incredibly disturbing dreams. I haven't told you yet of the gohmels, have I?