Stuff.

Stuff Stuff Stuff.

Stuff is good. Stuff is fun. I like stuff.

Alas, it is not all good and fun.

Well, as the title suggests, I will start with the good stuff, because if you read the title of the fabbity journal, the first stuff it indicates is the gooduns.

Well, before I start, I would like to apologise to all of you that have been desperate for a journal for twenty six days, which is, of course, none of you. I mean, who would want to read about me? I'm probably the most boring person in the world...except maybe Prof. Binns...and...no...my bad, the guy I'm thinking of is actually quite enteraining. But anyway...sorry about the delay, I've been busy with things and also stuff.

So yeah, peice of good news number one. I'm on half term. And that, my friends, is a good thing, because I need a week to get all of my work done, as yes, I still have a lot of it. I mean, say I get three peices of work done, the next day I get three more, so I constantly have twenty things on my to do list. Where is the justice in that? Nowhere, friends. Actually, it could possibly be in my father's stomach somewhere. He would eat anything in sight...including MY chocolate biscuits. And no, Yules, I am still not over that. And that tears icon has totally ruined my happy paragraph. Let's fix that with a smile. There.

Happy paragraph number two: I went to the beach the other day. It was awesomes. I bought truckfulls of sweets and they're already all gone. *NOTE TO READERS: Truckload is a metaphor. I cannot drive a truck.* Aaaand I won a teddy bear in the grabby machine thing that are normally a load of bullcrap and you never win anything. But no, I won a Sooty! I'm so happy with that fact, because I've developed an obsession with Sooty over the last few weeks.

Bells: You crazy moron. You watched it when you were five.

Shush. I told you. I'm not letting you talk. So yes. SOOTY! What else happened? Oh yeah. I got soaked by a nine year old boy (I think he was nine, I didn't ask. He looked nine.) and I don't mean a little wet I mean COMPLETELY soaked. That wasn't fun. As I had to walk around for the rest of the day, feeling like I had pissed myself. (I didn't, btw. I used another metaphor. They're always fun.)

And that's about it for my good stuff.

Bad stuff. Ohyay.

Well yeah. I'm kinda pissed off because my friend pissed me off. For reasons that I am not going to go into. The End of this two line paragraph.

I still feel completely alone, stupid and worthless. To me it seems like everyone I love just couldn't give a shit anymore. And I actually don't want into emo overdrive, and type my EXACT feelings here. Because I'd probably be repeating myself. And for once, I want the happy things in my life to overide the sad. I have one friend, well...I hope I do, that really cares. But yeah, why would anyone want to read this? No reason? So I'm going to stop typing now.

Random Stuff:

Pop.

Squeak.

Bark.

Meow.

Oink.

Moo.

Baa.

I dunno, nothing random has really happened to me. Well...nothing that I want to broadcast here, in any case.

So...umm...that's about it for my happy/emo/random journal.

So for now, x-DeathAndPain-x saying goodbye...and...I stole this exit from somewhere.

Byes! x