My gosh. it's been barely 24 hrs since my last official post and guess what? I'VE LISTENED TO NUMA at least 6 times. IT'S SO FUNN!!!! who agrees? huh? huh? *listens to crickets chirruping* sigh. this stinks. i'm hungry. wonder whats for dinner... anyway, yesterday, i had a monologue with myself. it's amazingly entertaining. it's scary, how one can discover so many things about ones-self while monologuing. well, mel just came up with this and i decided to put it up before i forget. Quote: That's so wrong, it's right! quote fin. now that is undeniable logic. or is it. no wonder i failed logic...
either way, i hate being in the crew. sheesh. i mean, what do they think? we're slaves? NO WAY. dammit, if we didn't help them,they'd have to lug their own damn doorframes up the stariways. *hits button to turn on sexyback(Justin Timberlake)* his music is so hot. just like numa, it's so darn dancable!
anyway, i've noticed i say anyway a lot. anyway, (see there it is again!) i've posted 3 times in the last 15 minutes. shocking. i really have no life. either way (HAHA!! i paraphrased!) does anybody know how to write a literary analysis? I mean, fine, i can write one, but one one says it'll even be acceptable. shucks. i mean, honestly, education (pronounced: ed.ja.cay.shion) ruins everything. really, it does. i mean, look. there is wonder, people wonder what's out there, why are we here, who made us and other such stuff, but the more people find out, the more disenchanted one gets! i mean, if one was asked to write a literary analysis of harry potter(ouch), or an essay on the relationship b/w Count Olaf and erm, Kit Snicket, for example, we'd probably hate the books for the rest of our lives, right? agree with me people. come on, think about it... it's true. when we look at a valley, we want to see the magic of the surves and colours, not which minerals we can find in the rock, and how we can get them out. when we feel a breeze, we want to feel a breeze, not know that a vacuume is being created somewhere up there and blah de blah de blah. right? when we see the stars, tell me you wouldn't rather that they were things that granted wishes, or were alternate worlds, our neighbours, rather than burning balls of rock. right? anyway, shall cont. my rant later. nust go for dinner, b4 dying of malnutrition(not really) HIT THE REFRESH BUTTON! (alien overlord's orders)
cj
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