my head is toxic. i could cry. no, i wish i could cry. why the fuck can't i? what the hell is wrong with me that i can't even cry when i feel like it? *sigh* i need to dissolve...hmm...nope. can't do that either. i'm useless...

fucking chemical imbalance. great, diagnose me and then what? nothing. is it suppose to make me feel better? "oh, well, you're bi-polar..." and? i knew that, i told YOU that. am i supposed to become normal because i know what my affliction is? it doesn't work that way. and no, i don't wanna talk it out. i'm fucked. there. taadaaa! oh, i feel soo much better. patronistic asshole. screw doctors. they wanna put me in counseling again. because what? it worked so well last time? kiss my arse. goddamnmotherfuckingassholedoctorsdontknowshit anddontlistenworthshit andiftheytellmeimspecialonemoretimeimgonnagofuckingposta landdecapitateanintern. fix that.
god, i need to breathe. i can't.
anyway, in closing, i'm fine. :) i just needed to babble. i'll go get some caffeine and whatever else i have lying around and i'll be dandy again...see watch...

Mood:i'm fine
Music:the radio...

i am sooo freaking cold! *shiver shiver* i'm in my bedroom and i can see my breath! that's cold! my fingernails have this blue-ish tinge to them... i made a fire a bit ago, but i don't think it's taking off. *puffs out breath* see? oh man. i suppose if i put more clothes on it might help. ooohhh, but they're waaay over there... here clothies clothies clothies...must train my cats. "go fetch" nope! they just stare at me...fuck you! bad kitty!
anyway, *goes to yell at fireplace* damn thing! my cat was drinking my tea....ewww... he can have it now... i'm gonna go... no. i probably won't. i never do. sad, pathetic li'l me. anyhoo...i'm bored. ciao.

Mood:freeeeezin' dammit!
Music:none...tooo far...hell yes, i'm lazy!

i miss soooooosin...i doo. i just may cry...*guilt guilt* soosin, where are yoooo? i love yoooooo.

Mood:saaaaaadd...*pouts...a lot*
Music:oh god! don't ask...it's too horrifying!

BOYCOTT!!!

by the way...i've decided i'm NOT doing anymore surveys! if you wanna know something about me, ASK YOUR DAMNED SELF! hahahaaa...*cough* unless someone comes up with an interesting one...screw 'em all. literally. okay, no. that would get messy and icky.

oh, watch: i'll probably end up filling one of those damned things out by the end of the blasted week...what's today? wednesday....yup by saturday...i have NO will power. how sad am i?

Mood:shall i reiterate? um...no.
Music:same as a few minutes ago. if you can't remember, make it up

sick and noo caffiene...this is hell, i'm telling yoo...

oh maaan... i decided at 5 o'clock this morning that i didn't want to go to school, so i told my mother that i was sick. hey, and that way i could finish some work i am behind on and maybe clean my room 'cause it took me almost ten minutes to find my shoe yesterday and that just pissed me off. so, anyway, i pull the covers up over my head and fall blissfully back to sleep and when i wake up next, guess what, i'm sick! for reals. what the hell i was feelin' fine this mornin'...damn psychosomatic bull shit! i got a headache and fever and my tummy is very upset, and i tried talking to it and coming to some terms but it didn't work at all. AND, there is no pepsi in the house...i may cry. i'm gonna go now...i have some tears to shed.

Mood: aggravated
Music:NOFX-Kids Of The K Hole. and other stuff, but you don't care

ohhh. my heart is all fluttery. i just got out of the bath...i feel all warm and fuzzy. i'm wearing clashing jammies. AND i got pepsi! life is good...and not just because i'm easily amused...okay, maybe. the smurfs are on, too. if only there was someone here to talk to...but no, they're all gone. oh vell, i shall write to no one in particular. it's all good. i really don't even have anything to talk about...hmmm...perhaps it's story time... *clears throat*

once upon a time there was a girl named lola. lola was five-years-old and loved the holidays, so she was excited because it was the day before easter. her mother and she had just moved to be closer to family, and they had been filling her head with their plans to celebrate. her mother wasn't very festive and had always chosen not to celebrate holidays that the cult didn't allow, so the change excited lola.
easter morning, lola woke and ran to the living room to find a large basket of goodies with her name on it. she dug through it until she came across a huge chocolate bunny. she had never seen anything like it. minutes later, she had devoured it. lola loved easter. just then, the door bell rang. she jumped up and answered it to find her family over for easter festivities. after the greeting and mild conversations had died down, the family gathered in the kitchen, leaving lola in the living room with her basket. she was happily eating jelly beans when she noticed a small cage on the table with her name on it. upon closer inspection, she saw that it was a light-brown-colored bunny resembling the chocolate one she had enjoyed earlier. she wondered if it would have the same...characteristics, so she opened the cage, lifted the bunny, and bit. her family raced into the room to the sounds of her crying and lola no longer has any pets.
the most pointless moral of this most pointless story: not all bunnys taste like chocolate and some bite back. oh! like you could have done any better...

Mood: content
Music:tom waits-big in japan