burnt_bonez , 25

Hey there, you devil. My garsh it's been awhile. May I say that since my last entry I have grown up a little, thank eggs. I work lots, and attend college lots, and still write lots. Now I write about topics people don't like to think about, but obviously I do, for some sick reason.

I still like goats and chickens, and sheepsies sometimes.

I still don't like writing in internet journals, but I do anyway. For some sick reason.

I do like eggs a lot with toast.

Do you like toast?

Yeah, I guess I'm still as weird as I was before.

But I grew up.

For some sick reason.

Long time no see. Now I'm on Livejournal, so I don't write in this anymore. Thought I'd just drop a line or two. Umm.. things are goin' alright-o, school sucks as always, makin' closer friends, though. That's goode. So yes, the melancholy pages get a little brighter than they were before.

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Hey hey, hefty bag. How's it goin'? I had exams today.. well, just Anatomy, but whatever. I'm listening to Marilyn Manson right now... I don't know why.. I don't usually like him, but I guess I do right now. Maybe because I'm demented at the moment. I'm hungry, but I have no money. Can I borrow some? I suppose not. I need a space heater and a red couch. One of those counches that are shaped like the lips. Or a chair that looks like a hand. Well, those may be uncomfortable for some people.. I mean come on.. talk about sexual harassment.

Anyway, I've got nothing better to do than talk to complete strangers about my life. I love turtles. No, I don't have anything juicy to tell you... my life is pretty boring. But I did hear that Barbara Streisand is a man.

Hmmm... I've been breaking into abandoned houses lately.. it's kinda my thing, you know. It's fun.. but this one that we (as in me and my best friend) went to had a sunken floor. It was so bad that you could only walk about 4 feet into the house, or you'd fall into the basement. Crazy, huh? I wish I could put some photos that i took of it up... but it's too much of a damn hassle. It's a pretty creepy place though. It's got that old greenish-grayish tint that wood gets after awhile. There's a silo on the property too out back. It's weird.

Well... you probably want to eat potato chips.. and i don't blame ya. But I've gotta go now and study for my algebra exam tommarah [:/]... so until next we meet, keep safe and warm in the confines of your mothership.

Hey Hey. I'm eatin moustacolli at the moment. However you spell it. I like it. It's pretty good. As you all know, school sucks. I have a teacher that doesn't know how to grade stuff so I have a D+ in Anatomy. Woohoo. The phone just cut me off the internet. Shit.

I wish i had a goat, so that when people came over it would kick them. Hard. And then he'd bahhhh like no goat has ever bahhed before.

I don't know what to write about. Writing is a strange thing. It's reality in most ways, even if it's fiction. It's crazy how the most outlandish ideas that are put on paper come from the most standard things in life. Strange eh? i think there's something wrong with this pasta.

I'm going to go now and be stinky. Pleasant dreams, reader. May you have many nightmares. Oh yeah, and eat the bed bugs, they've got lots of protein [;)]. See you in Hell.

So.... I'm sitting here with nothing else to do but type in a journal. I wish I had a pet monkey, but one that was smart enough to do anything I said. That would be awesome. I'd name him Jenkins and he'd make me martinis. Hmmm.. what else is there to talk about?

Oh yeah. I was carrying my bass drum to my set through a narrow doorway in my house (I have to take it out into the living room to practice with my band ;) ) and the bass pedal caught on the wall and busted and the wallpaper ripped up.. that's not good, is it? That was Shitty. With a capital S.

Doesn't it annoy you when people think things are a little too cute? Like they say, "Oh my gawd, that puppy is soooo cuuute!" I just want to puke on them. Ugh. I don't know, but that bothers me.

I'm going to go now.. and this wasn't at all an interesting journal. I'm out of witty anecdotes. Check out my other entries. They've got some. Well, I'm going to go hit the hay. Maybe I can dream of Jenkins, who knows.