Yea, so Ima writing a REAL entry! Not one with surveys or quizzicles or anything like that! Why, you ask? Cause, I dunno, Ima in a real journal mood.

Ima in a talking mood too. So I'll talk about a lot of things here since I can. Like, last night I had a weird dream.

I only remember parts. First I was talking to a kid I know and we poked eachother. Then, I submitted an artwork to DA and everyone loves it and I got bagels with fruit in them as a prize. So I lugged the bagels to this giant picnic thing where people were eating and swimming in this lake next to the picnic and playing smear the queer ect. So then this kid I like goes and hugs me from behind and is like: Hey, I know you. And I turn around and Ima like: Hey, whats up? And we talk and then he kisses me on the cheek and my brother, being the immature teen he is, goes and starts making comments about how his lips are prolly burning off. Nice.

So yea, also, I feel very...caring and romantic? I dunno, I blame the dream. Dreams warp minds and make you feel horrible about life and blah blah blah.

You: Such pessimism. =o
Me: Nah, Ima just blarg that I feel stupid feelings.
You: Why would you feel 'blarg'? Feelings are nice.=3
Me: And they cause wars.
You: And they make love.
Me: Well I do like sex...
You: ...Wow. But why feel hate towards feelings?

Good question. But let me clear something up: I dont hate. Hate causes wars and makes people do bad things. Plus, if you hate someone, you will never be able to see the good part of them. And I am a full believer of everyone having a justified reason for what they do and for being good on the inside.

But thats just me.

You: You didnt answer your hate--sorry, dislike, towards feelings.

Oh, yeah, those things. Well, Ima too aloof to feel much in the first place. Secondly, feelings cause stupid things to happen. Happiness makes you fu.l of life and annoying. Sadness makes you depressing and unlikable. And love...Well love is a complicated issue in my book.

You: Well, you are writing a journal and I dont think these are rate limited.

Alright, well, Iguess Icould sum up love to this quote from the Prince of Morocco from Shakespeares play, The Merchant of Venice, Act 2, scene 7:

"All that glistens is not gold."

You: Oh. So you're saying love is overrated?

More then overrated. Its a misconception from the media and television and even the internet. Have you seen those adverts for those lovey-dovey texting things? Seriously, love is a walking disaster.

You: So serious and opinionated. Are you normally like this?

Serious? Not all the time. Opinionated? Yeap. Cant help it, sorry, I have alot on my mind to say. And Ima not afraid to say it.

You: So does that mean you follow through with your actions too? Or are you all bark and no bite?

I follow through with them. I'll show you a funny story of what happened at States for Cross Country, then I'll show you a more stupidly/immature/silly matter:

Amy: I am going to make friends here!
Me: Okay.
Becca: Go for it.
Amy: -watches people walk past her for a few minutes-
Me: What're you doing? I thought you were going to 'make friends'?
Becca: Yeah, you're doing a bad job.
Amy: I'll do it this time!
Me: Amy, I'll show you how to make friends. -walks out to feild, takes a deep breath, puts on a british accent- EXCUSE ME, WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY A BABY?!

Needless to say, those two were pretty embarassed and couldnt stop laughing. And I got yelled at by other teammates, but I dont give a rat's ass.

You: Hey, you promised us another story, where is it?

Aww, I thought you forgot. Oh well. Basically Ima not talking to my friend at the moment.

You: Why?
Me: Cause, he took 'Ima' from me.
You: ...You're fighting over a WORD? Wow.
Me: I have my reasons.
You: Why are you fighting about it?
Me: Cause it's my word, its my internet signiture to my language.
You: But cant you share it?
Me: No.
You: And how's your friend taking this?
Me: Well, first he was trying to taunt me by telling me he's coming out of the closet and that he loves me and blah blah blah.
You: Aww, so he wants you to talk.
Me: You didnt let my finish, he stopped now. Now he's not talking to me at all. He thinks Ima gonna crack and speak to him.
You: And what does he have to do? Give the word back?
Me: No. He hasta apologize.
You: Why?
Me: He takes it all the time.
You: Maybe he likes you.
Me: Oh, like I havent heard that one before.[/sarcasm]
You: Are you seriously wanting him to apologize? Or is this a game to you?
Me: Well, Ima not mad that he took it anymore. But Ima not cracking. Its not a game, per-say, its a challenge. But I do want an apology.
You: So what if he said: Yo, Im sorry. That would be okay?
Me: Nope, its gotta be sincere.
You: Oh. Why sincere?

Good question. Why sincere? Cause, I dont normally mind apologies that arent meaningful, but seriously, its like someone raped your dog. You'd want a sincere apology too, right?

You: And for the beastiality freak to go to jail.

Yeah, well I dont think this is that extreme. And yeah, I know, its stupid, its immature, its silly, we're fighting over my word. And he's being bitchy about it.

You: Bitchy? How?

Cause he hates that I have many lines. I say: Ima and kk and all red fox smilies are mine. I say: This one time, at band camp... and I ate a brownie once. I spell the pernounciation of oh-key like okee and call people empty cups so on and so forth.

You: What does he have?

Well, he has dice, and I take them because he uses them constantly and usually they end up with bad things happening to me.

You: Why do you take them?

Cause he makes horrible things happen and over uses them?

You: Oh. Well, have you done nice things for him?
Me: Define nice.
You: As in friendly, respectable, kind, ect.?
Me: Oh, well...I dunno. I dont remember.
You: You cant remember the good youve done?
Me: Well, I do draw birthday things for him.
You: See? Thats one good thing!
Me: Oh well. Ima a pretty bad person, so yeah.
You: I see. Has he done nice things for you?
Me: I dont remember...
You: How? Do yuo suffer from long term memory loss.

Believe me, I wish I did. Memories are stupid, and there arent enough to make the good overcome the bad. And only the good ones are really just memories. You cant relive memories.

You: I see.
Me: I would wonder how you're reading this if you couldnt.
You: Smartass.

So yeah, thats all for now that I feel like typing. Plus, I changed the skin cause the Green Day one doesnt cover the whole journal. So, yeah, see ya dudes later!