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There is a pile of nail-bitings in front of my mousepad right now, and it grosses me out a little. I'm too lazy to sweep it up though.
I need a garbage bag/rubbish bin at this table.

F11ed FireFox.
I'm not gonna bother setting my DA Journal mood, nor hyphenate those last words.

I was writing my journal entries in my AlphaSmart then doing big uploads to Google Docs.
I much appreciated Google Docs ability to autosave every so often. I think I may go back to it now. I'm obsessive about making sure I lose no progress by saving my work when I think I'm at a milestone. Like, I really want to save (Submit) right now, and it makes me uneasy to not do so.

(Post initial submission All right. For a second, I thought DA somehow lost it because it wouldn't immediately add it to my list of Journal Entries. I feel jumpy to every sound because my parents are like the police.

I try to touch on every topic and cram this blog full of as much as I can because it's cathartic, I guess. Some psycho(somatic?) tendency or disorder. Neurotic, perhaps. Seinfeld desc. Desu. Multi-colored irii. Genii. Noni. Cool Noni. Oni. Oni Musha. Bbusha bbusha. Ramyun. Eggs benny. Poultry/Poetry in Motion. Grades situation.

Oh geez, want to save again. Probably going to go to Google Docs now and just link this place back to it.

[link]

larger, more general class/smaller, more specific class/an object composed of that material,

New update released yesterday revealed a backpack system (50 slots, you can empty it by deleting unlockables), which will use the future "random weapon pickup" feature. Another change to the class loadout was the addition of a head/hat unlockable and a briefcase unlockable. A look into the code revealed an Afro for demoniggs, russian hat for heavy, tooth belt for sniper, baseball cap I think) for scout and some kaiser helmet for the medic. Also, deleted unlocks can never be re-earned.

A Day in the Mind of Michael omitted.

I wonder what to write about. I wonder whether it should be something I care about, something I don’t, something that will simply get an A, something comedic, something hyperbolically satirical in its drama, e.g. I cracked the egg onto the searing pan. The yolk was already broken. Broken like my mortal essence, leaking… leaking. I wonder if it’s possible to write something so evocative that for half a moment, life would orgasm to put it simply. Legends would define it as not created, but simply summoned from the heavens; the author’s utensil: a medium through which the thread of divinity wove itself unto the mortal trappings of paper. With a mental shrug, I supposed it’s possible but improbable, like an electron being somewhere millions of miles away and back in your body the next nanosecond. The Lottery of Life.

I wonder if I can make a living as a writer. I enjoy writing and wish not to get post-secondary education and have an easy life doing something I love. However, I fear my parents’ warnings of throwing away my education. Maybe I could become a cartoonist… =\

Frustration builds when I think about the marks I get for my writing assignments, undeserved praise for works I find trivial, the evil in the world. Why is Harry Potter so popular? What God decided this woman, J.K. Rowling, should write a “just-another-fantasy-genre” series and that these books should sell so well? I envy Bill Gates because he was in Harvard, dropped out to do something he loved, became one rich mofo and many of us use what he’s created today (i.e. Windows OS). I guess the same could be said for Steve Jobs and the iPod.

For some reason, I think of the question of what I would wish for if I could wish for anything. It’s a question that judges your character. What would you wish for and why? Ask yourself what that says about you. Explain what’s so “right” about what you think? Do you think the world would be a better place if everyone thought like you? What’s one major fundamental thing you’d change about yourself based on these findings?

Ugh, my nose is always congested, which is unfortunate because it inhibits my ability to taste. It’s like if you plugged your nose to get through eating something disgusting. I take almost twice as long to eat food compared to most because I eat slowly to taste more. I think I’m quite the aesthete. Hedonism.

I’m ever-mindful of my posture. Shoulders back, spine curved inward. The picture I saw of a person with an extreme case of bad posture has frightened me into this state of mind. As well, it’s more imposing when you have a better posture. I don’t like correcting my own posture in public because it shows I’m self-conscious, which I am.

I think I might be an extreme introvert. One day, I decided to talk to myself to relieve my boredom and it hasn’t stopped since. I sing in the showers always. I wish I had a voice recorder like one of those journalists to record my everyday thoughts so that I may hear them later. Then I will become embarrassed thinking I’m conceited.

There once was a boy who wanted a pet. When he got to the store, [a newt] it was all he could get he brought it home and to his surprise the newt just laid there; he was barely alive. The pet store owner knew what to do, so he gave the boy a can of Zippo newt food.

Ned's newt:
He's so humongous.
Ned's newt:
Very precocious.
Ned's newt:
He's where the fun is Ne-e-d!

(instrumental)

Ned's newt:
He's enormous, baby.
Ned's newt:
Sometimes disastrous, man-
Ned's newt:
He's where the fun is Ne-e-d! Yeah!

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Grammar Flash: Lie is intransitive. Lay is transitive. Thus, in the theme song, the use of the word "laid" is incorrect. Also, the word "layed" does not exist.