KNOW WHAT I REALLY HATE?  WHEN GUYS
JUST SIT AROUND AND DON’T TALK, LIKE THEY’RE
JUST “TOO GOOD FOR TALKING”.  THAT’S DUMB. 
	HAVE YOU EVER GONE TO A PARK, AND WENT
ON THE FASTEST, SCARIEST, FUNNEST
ROLLERCOASTER THERE.  THEN YOU’RE WALKING
AROUND, YOU EAT A BIG CHILLI DOG, THEN GO ON
THE ROLLERCOASTER AGAIN.  A REALLY FINE GUY
SITS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU AND THEN YOU FEEL
REALLY SICK ON THE FIRST LOOP AND YOU PUKE
ALL OVER HIS HEAD.  THEN FOR THE REST OF THE
RIDE HE HAS TO RIDE AROUND WITH YOUR PUKE
ON HIS HEAD.  I HATE THAT. 
	WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE UNDER
ONE OF THOSE CLOTHES RACK THINGS?  THOSE
ARE COOL.  THE STRATEGY IS, WHILE YOU’RE IN
THE STORE, TAKE A HUGE STUFFED ANIMAL OFF A
RACK, TAKE OFF THE KID’S LEASH THAT MOMMY
STRAPPED ON YOU, PUT IT ON THE STUFFED
ANIMAL, AND RUN LIKE CRAZY TO THE NEAREST
CLOTHES RACK.  IN ALL THE CLOTHES RACKS THAT
I’VE BEEN IN, THE TVS DON’T GET VERY MANY
CHANNELS, ONLY A FEW.  THE COUCHES INSIDE
ARE BRAND-NEW ALSO.  TALK TO ALL THE LITTLE
ELVES THAT ARE MAKING THE HOT COCOA,
THEY’LL GIVE YOU SPECIAL PRESENTS AT
CHRISTMAS TIME.  MAKE SURE TO FEED ALL THE
LITTLE BIRDS AND UNICORNS TOO, THEY’LL TURN
OUT TO BE YOUR BEST FRIENDS. WHEN YOU LEAVE,
PROMISE THEM THAT YOU’LL COME BACK, OR
THEY’LL HATE YOU FOREVER.  USUALLY BY THAT
TIME, THE WHOLE STORE IS SEARCHING FOR YOU,
SO THAT’S THE PERFECT TIME TO LET ALL THE
MAGICKAL FARIES FREE.  THEN GO FIND YOUR
MOMMY AND PUT THE LEASH BACK ON.  IF SHE
ASKS YOU WHERE YOU WENT, JUST TELL HER
WHAT I ALWAYS DO, THAT YOU CHANGED INTO A
STUFFED ANIMAL FOR A WHILE.  TELL THE SHRINK
THAT, TOO, WHEN THEY ASK YOU.  
	HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A HOLE
UNDERGROUND FOR THREE MONTHS?  DON’T EAT
THE PURPLE WORMS, THAT MAKES ALL THE
ZEBRAS COME OUT AND BITE YOUR TOES. 
	WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME THAT YOU HAD A
GOOD CONVERSATION WITH THE BEARDED
WOMAN?  NEXT TIME YOU TALK TO HER, TELL HER
THAT THE LITTLE GIRL WITH 17 TOES SAID THAT
SHE HASN’T FOUND THE RED OWL YET. 
	THE LITTLE MAN THAT LIVES IN MY EAR JUST
TOLD ME THAT I HAVE TO LEAVE NOW. I’LL BE BACK
LATER. 

	<3 ALWAYZ,
			craZgal

	Why do my parents ALWAYS take everything of mine? Like this
morning, and every other morning for that matter, my mother insists
upon stealing my eyeliner! Well, okay, it isn’t exactly MY eyeliner,
okay so it’s hers. But still she has no right to strut on into my room
when I’m not even HOME, and take the eyeliner that I must use daily!
She has no use for it! She’s forty, and has a job, but not like that’s
important! I have needs here people! And eyeliner is one of them! If
she wants eyeliner, she should get her own! I mean, yeah she got her
own, but I have it now, so she should get some for her now! Seriously!
	Now HIPPI’s griping at me to write down more questions for
the Toenail Quiz. We are obsessed. There are more than one
THOUSAND questions on the Toenail Quiz. There are a few very
FORTUNATE people out there who have seen portions of the Toenail
Quiz. And it is very very scary. They will back me up. But the Toenail
Quiz is good. Not as good as ERK though. Anyway, maybe someday I’ll
put up a few SMALL portion of the Toenail Quiz out the public. But
you people will have to answer it. Because the Toenail Quiz is good.
Just like ERK. 
	This Aaliyah song is good. Ah! Some people just came up to my
door, opened the screen door, closed it, and walked away! Dammit,
they shouldn’t be allowed to do that! I’m gonna call the damn police out
there! Handcuffs... there are some people who will get that joke out
there. And there is someone who likes handcuffs. I know there is,
don’t deny the truth yourself! You’ll only make this more painful!
Flashbacks, sorry. 
	Spikey Mikey got kicked out of seminar because he’s a retard.
Seriously. But he’s kewl I guess. But obsessed with West Side. Now,
no offense to everyone, but I think this whole WS/ES thing has gone a
little far. Myself, I have no preference. But will you look at what all has
happened because of this? People have fucking DIED because of this!
Not to preach or anything, (I hate it when people do that) but this is
all just point-POINT BAD ERK GOOD!-less. Really people, can’t you
find something better to fight about?
	I’m hungry and we have no food. What’s up with that? As soon as
I get a job & lots of money, I’ll always have enough food in my house.
But then people will always be over at my house like “yeah, I don’t
have any food, can I borrow some of yours?” I’ll be like “hell no, I
don’t even fucking know you! Now get you ass the hell out of my house
before I get funky on your ass!” That would be kewl. 
	Why is there homework? I have so much homework I can barely
breathe, & they keep piling it on! What’s wrong with them damn prison
officials, huh? I mean, they know we can only do so much and still have
a social life. So we’re forced to completely not do our unneeded
homework to keep in contact with our friends. Which is, may I say
here, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT! WHICH HOMEWORK IS NOT! 
	AHHH! In the new TV Guide we just got, it has an article in
there called “The Power of Babble”!!! It’s about all this Clinton
crapt, but I love the title! Speaking of all this Clinton crapt.. he’s
really starting to get on my damn nerves. Not only did the guy have
the nerve to cheat on his wife (note here- guys, that is NOT a good
thing to do! Ever! Don’t doubt a chic’s ability to kick a guy’s ass if
she’s pissed.), but he got caught! I mean, he should’ve cleared all this
with Miss Lewinsky before all this even got started. But there’s no
way to avoid any of this news anymore! Even in history, we talked
about the Kenneth Starr report for about ten minutes! No, I haven’t
read that yet, but from what I’ve heard from some people, whose
names I will not mention, I’m guessing that it’s pretty detailed. To
put it lightly, I’m going to guess that it’s like a soft porno. Not that I
would know anything about that or anything. Just a guess. 
	Jitterbug! Sorry bout that outburst, just that I had that song
stuck in my hea-MIND all day. That’s not my fault, it’s someone else’s
who shall remain anonymous. But you know who you are. You should
feel very guilty for what you’ve done now. 
	Today in geometry, the teacher kept talking about points. Not
that he has one or anything, or not that I would know. god told me. But
the whole goddamn block I was about to crack up. 
	god is very mean. I don’t mean God-god, I mean god. He won’t tell
me what he told ‘Sierra’ about reading souls in peoples eyes or
whatever. What a bastard. Oh yes, and for a hint to all of you to who
god is, it’s all his fault. It is, he even admitted to it. 
	Well, I’ve babbled for quite long enough, don’t you think? No,
sorry, I don’t think. I’m confoosed. Oh well, byez!

	Yes, it’s me. I’m back. Or am I front? Dork’s a
dorky word. Anyway. 
	It’s really cold & rainy outside. I like the rain &
cold, but not when the rain poops on me. Messes up my
hair & shit. Not that way. It’s not my fault, it’s ‘god’s
fault. And he doesn’t deny it either. 
	I forgot what I was going to talk about today. I’ve
been around hippi too long. This music is kewl. As soon
as my dumbass computer decides to work right (not my
fault, god’s fault), then I’ll listen to the jitterbug
song. Why’s it called the jitterbug song you ask? I
don’t know. But, my mom almost crashed while singing
the jitterbug song. Seriously. Ask hippi. She just got
to involved in singing. 
	Spikey Mikey pissed me off today. In seminar, he
kept singing these damn gangsta rap songs & I couldn’t
concentrate on my homework. So now I have homework.
He sucks. When guys concentrate, they do weird stuff
with their mouths (not my fault, god’s fault). Spikey
Mikey sticks his tongue out when he writes stuff.
Today he was balancing his pencil on his tongue. Remind
me never to use one of his pencils ever again. 
	Ah! I left Anna’s note by the computer! One of my
snoopy-ass sibs could’ve taken it & read it & had
blackmail on me! Bad! I’ll remember not to leave any
more notes out here. I’ll Remember. That’s a kewl song.
But I don’t want to give away any of my future plans
right now. 
	My mom bitched out rainbow brite last nite. I
think she’s PMSing. She’s always PMSing. And my dad
MPMSes. They piss me off. Spikey had a poem called
Pissed Off... it was kewl....
	Why do people always spell my damn name wrong?
When I was little, they always put like 5 extra Es in
it. Now that I spell my name different, LESS
COMPLICATED, they spell it the way it used to be
spelled. What the hell! 
	Zac’s runnin around the house in his football
uniform. Don’t know why, practice isn’t for like a half
hour. Just guess he likes wearing those tight-ass
pants. He’s so damn skrawny & wants to play pro
football. Someone please tell him that when he’s in high
school, he can’t be like 5’7” & weigh like 100 lbs & make
the football team. He weighs like 70 lbs now. It’s sad,
someone needs to feed the kid. 
	Speaking of sports, why are there so many stupid
ones! Like golf. Don’t get me wrong, golf is kind of
kewl, but it’s not a SPORT. OK, so it’s a sport for
people who can’t play sports. I mean, how much effort &
muscle endurance can you put into hitting a little ball
with a stick? (not my fault, god’s fault) Like ping pong.
Or air-hockey. Hockey’s kewl, but that damn little game
on the table where the little disk thing floats around is
NOT a sport! But I like real sports. Like soccer &
volleyball. I like basketball, I just can’t play it. Sheena
always used to kick my ass with ‘technical fouls’.
Technical foul my ass! I don’t even know what the hell a
technical foul is! And what’s that little timey-thing
above the hoops for? Just to help people learn to
count? 
	Brad killed me today. It pissed me off. I should’ve
accused him when I was planning on it, but I didn’t cuz
then rainbow brite had to die. He probably killed her
too. Damn him. Beffy used to like him, I don’t know
what she saw in him. Maybe it’s cause he was older &
lived down the street. But he’s older than me & lived
down the street from me too & I never liked him. He’s
always been an asshole. Especially that one day when
Bobby Shawn & Shaun (don’t know spellings) were over
there.... but I won’t get into that now. 
	I think I’ve babbled enough for now. BYEZ!

	I hate cleaning. Especially bathrooms. I had to clean the
bathrooms today. What’s up with that? I mean, why can’t people
just not make a mess? Is it so much of a problem not to squirt
toothpaste all over the counter?! Plus, I had to clean my
parents bathroom. I’m scared of their bathroom, I don’t know
what goes on in there. I don’t want to know, either. That’s why
I don’t clean showers. 
	Money Dude still has our questions. He said he ate them,
but I don’t believe him. He’s just too damn lazy. 
	Hippi keeps putting me on speaker. It pisses me off. She
can’t take it off speaker cuz she’s twirling her sticks. You
don’t want to know, believe me. Hippi enjoys twirling her
sticks. 
	Spencer eats cheeriERKs. She’s pretty kewl. She likes to
hide under the bed too. god talked to Spencer on the phone &
Spencer hit at the phone cuz she never got meowed at by a phone
bofore. 
	It’s going to storm! And someone who I will not name is a
moron because he rows instead of using the motor. And they
wear funny shoes. With their boxers. And lifejackets. Then
they sit down at kitchen tables and pound on the table
demanding for their dinner. While wearing petticoats and
pretty dresses. Then, one of them goes out to drive a horse
while the other guy has to stay with the other insane maniac at
the cabin while she screams. I’ll stop now. 
	Why do people always be all careful about can lids? I’ve
never been injured by one, and I probably won’t, either. It
doesn’t make sense. I like to scare people with those, it’s kewl. 
	I was supposed to go to Germany like three years ago. I
didn’t get to that summer, so they said I could the next summer.
That didn’t happen. Then, just a few months ago, they moved to
Italy. I still want to go visit them, but it probably won’t happen
for a few years. Because people are stupid. So far, I have plans
to go to three places (out of hickville) before I graduate. So
far, only one of them seems possible, cuz it’s the least far away
& her parents want me to go there. She lives in Nebbytown.
Their cheerleaders eat grass. Nevermind. 
	My train derailed. That always happens. I’ll be right in the
middle of a sentence & it’ll derail. I can never get..... it derailed
again. 
	We’re gonna turn the basement into a rainforest. That
would be kewl. See, since my dad’s alleargic to like anything
that’s alive & grows, it’s not too easy to find a pet (god’s
fault). But like, reptiles & birds & rodents don’t shed or
anything, at least not that much, so it wouldn’t be that bad. But
we can’t get like a gerbil & a boa constrictor. That would be bad.
Plus, you’d hafta feed it live mice. Ick. 
	Erk & dodarow are the shit & plop is shit. god thinks plop
is kewl & crapt, but it’s not. It’s just some retarded word that
he’s obsessed with. 
	I’m gonna get a parrot or something & make it say erk. That
would be kewl. It’d be like “Erk is a sacred burial ground in
southwestern africa where they sacrifice killer bunny
rabbits”. That would rule. 
	Eyebrows & eyelashes go first. Then you have two little
slabs of meat rolling around in a padded room with computers &
nintendos & tvs on the walls. With a glass ceiling. Nevermind,
you don’t want to know. Matt’s a goddamn perv & asshole. I’m
done now (god’s fault).
	I have to leave now. I hate you. I have schizophrenia. I
love all of you! Now I’m leaving, you suck. 

                    craZpoopoo (10/4)
	Why are dumb people so stupid!?!  I mean, it’s fine if they get confused every once
in a while, but all the time!  Plus, they can’t even tell you what they don’t understand
without confusing you first!  I mean, someone tries to tell them something, say about how
long a President’s term is.  So they ask you, “Why does a President rule for four years, but
then when someone else tries to be President, the people are all mean to them and make
the old geezer keep working!  They should just let the old dude retire so he can go into
some old folks’ home & watch ‘Golden Girls’ for the rest of his miserable life!” So, you
try to set them straight by telling them, “Number one, A President doesn’t rule, they just
run a lot of things.  Number two-” but before you can get it out, they crack up laughing
because you said ‘number two’. 
	Speaking of old people, what’s with them!  I mean, they try to tell you things that
make no sense whatsoever, like, “Make sure to water the plants sonny, or else they’ll die
and you go to HELL!!!”  First, who ever gave old people permission to cuss?  They sound
really funny when they do, too.  It’s like they’re speaking a different language or
something.  Then, they have weird little dealy-thingers all around their house, like a Bible
in every room, but the pages 14-72 are ripped out.  Then, they have old fake flowers that
have at least an inch of dust collecting on them, but they expect people to think they’re
real.  To make matters worse, sometimes they even try to water them, which ends up
soaking through the pot and rotting the wood beneath it, causing the floor to cave in at
that spot.  So then, you have to find some chairs and wrap sheets around them to prevent
anyone to step onto the caving-in floor, which is starting to look like a tent.  This isn’t
exactly a good thing, because when young children come to the house, they think it is a
tent, so they use it as a hiding place.  Eventually, the wood becomes so rotted and caved
in that the carpet is the only thing that keeps it from becoming a huge hole in the floor.  
	Why are some people so impolite? Not that it’s bad or anything, just that
sometimes it uh creeps me out. And that’s weird. 
	I can’t sleep anymore. It’s that imsominia thing goin on again. I hate that. And I
have that other word too. The one that means you forget stuff. It’s like imsominia. And
penominia. I always forget that word. And then people tell me it’s other words. And it’s
not. They just try to trick me into sounding stupid. But now THEY feel stupid. Maybe.
Okay they probably don’t, but I don’t care anymore. 
	I’m done babbling. For now. 

and craZjfsdaoiehng
	I have a kewl tattoo on my hand. Like those temporary ones. I
did that (gods fault) last nite. It’s really shitty, but I’m a beginniner
& was using less than satisfactory tools(god fault)- the henna tube,
the lid, & the end part of an incense stick that was already burned.
And it’ll prolly only last a week. Oh well. 
	Well. Guys say that a lot. Well. What the hell kinda word is that,
anyway? What kind of MORON made up the word ‘well’?! I mean, it’s
just an excuse for something to say when you have nothing to say. I
guess it saves guys a lot though, cuz they never have anything to say
anyway. Or at least they do, they just don’t say it. 
	Well, why don’t I have a ruler? I have a yardstick, but that
doesn’t help much (gods fault). I hafta measure my homework in
cemnineeters & yardsticks don’t HAVE cemnineeters. But now I have
a ruler. Measuring. I won’t get into (gods fault) that subject right
now. Because it is bad-no not really bad, I just don’t want to-and erk
is good. 
	Ow! My neckace is cold! When me & HIPPI went to the renisance
festval (I know that’s spelled wrong but I’m not putting forth the
effort to correct it) and I got a kewl Onx necklace. It’s really
long(god & blill’s fault) & so I hafta wear it under my shirt. No ideas
here dammit. So I have to move very slowly & carefully so that I don’t
freeze myself with my necklace. Because it is cold. And erk is good. 
	My eyes hurt. And I know why too. Because last nite I was
staring at a computer screen for five hours or more, which really
dried out my contacts. Ow. And now I am going to go blind. I see said
the blind man. Neveming. Hippi made fun of.... train derailment. 
	Moon. That word brings back bad bad memories. From when Rose
& I were taking the kids to the playground & Kenny & Cole showed up &
they were halfway across the field.... me because I can’t type
nevermind right. I just can’t type when I’m not paying attention, OK?
I have to be watching the keys or else I mess up very badly. It sucks. 
	My foot’s asleep. I hate that. AH that just brought back a
memory. About toes. Tingly. I’ll change the subject now. Hippi can
take serious subjects. But Hippi always takes god. I’ll stop now, I’m
just.... lost my train. 
	Why are those dudes wearing plastic on their heads(gods fault)?
It’s raining, & instead of going home & preventing penominia, they
stay and watch the point-I MEAN USE-less football game. I don’t get
that. Hippi gets little kids. I’m not surprised. Joe’s a pig. Even Sara
says so. Neverming. 
	The sticks frusteraded me. I was twirling the sticks and I kept
dropping them and they flew around because I got out of control. My
bad. 
	Has anyone else noticed but me that when you have a headache, a
member of the Nature family calls you? That really gets on my nerves.
Then they call ten minutes later and are like ‘Do you still have a headache?’ and you’re like ‘yes’ click. 
	Do I still have a headache? Yes. *Click*

 babblebabble...(12/23) 
	Rainbow brite’s new name is ADIDAS. A few days ago,
Spikey Mikey was arguing with Melissa becasue she said
ADIDAS stands for All Day I Dream About Soccer. Whatever.
Actually, I’ve never heard of that being what it stands for until
she said that. So that can’t be it. It just can’t. Because I
decided. I need to stop talking to god.
	Zac was trying to get in the house so I was trying to lock
the doors, but I forgot about the back door & got it locked just
as he got there. I was talking to ADIDAS & she asked why I
squeaked all of a sudden, & it was cuz he was just about to get
in the house & try to kill me. But he’s too much of a pussy to do
that. I’d kick his pansy ass before he could get a fist up. 
	Blue. hippi calls me Blue cuz in a prison-thing we had to
figure out what color we were. I was blue & everybody else was
orange. Then, she feels the urge to tell everyone else that, &
the qualities that go along with it. Plus, now she tells other
people who do not need to KNOW about it, and adds other stuff!
Ick!
	What’s wrong with that new ‘song’ (as some might want to
call it) by 5ive? I mean, at first it’s like all nice & stuff, then
gets ucky! It goes like “Nobody’s ever said to me the things
that we have shared. Now that you do understand, let me feel
you up.” AAAAHHHH guggy uggy poo poo! There is something
SERIOUSLY wrong with them!!! They’re too fucking horny!
Ick!
	And then what’s with super models? I hate them! Or at
least, most of them. They’re like six feet tall and weigh
NEGATIVE 28 pounds! And they layer on the makeup, get
dressed up in skimpy clothes, and parade around with that little
empathetic look. They’re like, “I could look good, happy, &
vibrant if I wanted to, but I’d much more rather be a depressed
clown stick figure.” I mean, like, NO!!!
	My parents always find ways to return home at the
WORST times!!! It makes me soooo mad! And then I get in
trouble for being on the ‘net when they’re not home! I mean,
what do they expect me to do, sit around & be bored as hell until
they decide to get their lazy asses back home? Hell no! I think
they do that on purpose! Or at least I hope they don’t, I really
don’t need them knowing what all I talk about on the puter.
Cause that would be bad and erk is good.
	I’m sooo tired! I think I’ll pass out now! I like have NOT
been able to sleep lately. 
	Oh, this is just great! My parents AND grandparents
think I’m anorexic/bulimic! That has to be the most hilarious,
ironic, moronic, and UNTRUE things I’ve ever heard! Today I
got a bottle of vitamins from my grandmother because she said I
don’t have a very good diet! I know I don’t have a good diet!
This is what I eat daily. For breakfast, I usually have a toaster
strudle, along with at least one pill (my medication crapt, or a
pain reliever, just depends on how I feel that day, and now a
vitamin!), and a cup of some sort of juice (not apple, orange, or
tomato.) For lunch, it’s usually a bottle of gatorade & some
nachos or a piece of pizza. Then for the remainder of the school
day, I snack on some Rolos to keep me occupied. When I get home,
I usually eat a sandwich or crackers or something. Then, in the
evening I eat dinner, or at least what seems to be edible of
what my parents cooked. And, at night after I get off (gods
fault) the ‘net, I snack out again on something else! Like a
sandwich, crackers, granola bars, Ding-dongs, whatever’s
available!!! So, now you see, I have no eating disorder
whatsoever! The only thing you can charge me with is eating
unhealthy, which I really don’t give a shit about. I haven’t
really had any serious problems with it. Actually, when we were
in vacation in Colorado, if I ate ANYTHING, I felt sick & could
barely move! Of course, they thought I was anorexic then too,
but I could barely breathe the whole time, and if YOU could
barely breathe, would you have a very large appetite?!?!?!
	I’m  not hungry, (that means I don’t need to eat right now
;-> ) so I guess I’ll go. 

and more...
	I hate it when people watch over my shoulder. It’s
sooo annoying! People (especially members of my family)
enjoy to sneak up behind me and just watch. It makes me
sooo mad! Then they get all pissy cause I tell them to
leave! AAAHHHH!!! Then, when my parents want me to
not be conversing over the ‘net anymore (not ‘when
they want me to get off the ‘net’) they stand around
behind me & just watch. It’s so annoying, then they ask
retarded questions. Just makes me soo mad. 
	AAAHHHH why doesn’t November just get
here?!?! It’s just not fair, man. I mean, it should just
like be here now (like the oasis album, yeah!) Speaking
of Oasis, I like that one song of theirs, Don’t Go Away.
Normally, I don’t like much Oasis, but I like that song.
Then after that is the Jitterbug song. Neverming, but
after that it’s that new brian adams song, then that
mariah & jd song, Sweetheart. Then Butterfly, then
that shawn mullins song. 
	Hmm, my mom’s watching the Rosey show. This chic
& Whoopy Goldberg are going to get a mammogram. I
don’t know why on earth they are, they just like are.
That’s kinda creepy, or at least to me. I hope they’re
not getting one together. That would be well not able
to be televised. I’m not really looking forward to
getting a mammogram. Doesn’t sound like it’s too
enjoyable. More like painful, it looks like. 
	Like. We say like too much. It’s like, just like we
like say like too like much. Like we’re like turning into
like blonde cheerleaders. Like, we say Oh My God too
much like too. Oh My God, like, Anna like was yelling at
us and she like was like ‘yeah, we like say Oh My God
too much.’ and we’re like ‘yeah, like, we like need to
like stop saying Oh My God.’
	I am soooo sick or wrestling crap! I mean, how
many times can you watch a bunch of guys in tight-ass
spandex speedos throwing eachother around the ring
while yelling stuff that makes no sense?!?! Like that
one guy that keeps quoting that poem, it just really
gets on my nerves. Then, guys go out and get wrestling
SHIRTS! Can you say OBSESSIVE?!?!?! I think I can
just barely put up with guys watching wrestling, I
mean, if they get their kicks out of that, then go ahead,
as long as they don’t bug me while I watch Friends or
Dawson’s Creek, then I’m just fine with it. But I mean,
I don’t go get all obsessive and get shirts and stuff. 
	Speaking of Dawson’s Creek, I saw that show for
the first time last week. It was pretty kewl, actually.
That Pacey guy is waaay too full (gods fault) of
himself. And that Jen chic is a crybaby. I mean, yeah,
it’s sad that her grandfather died, but she doesn’t have
to get all bitchy at her grandmother about it! Give the
lady a break! 
	My parents are such assholes sometimes!!! OK,
make that most of the time. They’re all like, ‘blah blah
blah, no you can’t go 2000 miles away to go see people
that we don’t know physically’. I’m like ‘first of all,
it’s NOT 2000 miles away, more like 1000 miles.
Second, I don’t know a lot of my damn relatives
physically, but you make me go there anyway!’ Pisses
me off. 
	I think I’ll go steal a plane & fly away. Get
prepared for me!

I don't babble, do I?
	I hate my family. I hate my computer. I hate
crickets. 
	My stupid family messed up the computer. Again.
The stupid little kids were trying to load their
retarded little kiddie games into the computer & it got
messed up. It probably wasn’t anything too big, but
instead of kindly asking me for my assistance, they go
to my dad. Big mistake. Now, the computer’s stuck on
safe mode. No internet. No phone line. No nothing.
Now, we have to take the computer to the shop, which
could mean I will be computerless for days-maybe even
weeks!- because of my family’s stupid mistake! Oh
yeah, and about the cricket thing. They live in the walls
in the basement. It sucks because I can’t find them to
kill them. Selfish little bastards. 
	I got the new Dave Matthews Band album the
other day. It’s pretty neatoz. There’s this one creepy
halloween song, it doesn’t even have the lyrics to it,
but it’s still pretty kewl. 
	I wish I had my own phone line, a car, and oh yeah, a
plane. But then I would have to have fuel to put in the
plane. Maybe some money, then I could buy some stuff
on my little trip. Then I wouldn’t have to save money
for a plane ticket, because I’d have a plane & wouldn’t
need a ticket. That would be kewl. 
	I’m addicted to Rolos. Some people are addicted to
drugs, or coffee. I’m addicted to those little circular
chocolate-coated candies with caramel in the inside.
MMM.... nummy. You know how those addicted people
are when they haven’t had their coffee yet today?
That’s how I am. Then, they have their coffee & they
get all mellowed out. That’s what Rolos do for me. They
just have a soothing effect... so you’ll be able to tell if
I haven’t had my Rolos yet. 
	I almost passed out in gym today. Of course, it
worked in my favor. I could’ve gone home, but I had a
mythology test so I had to get that over with. It was
easy tho. But anyway, back to my almost passing out. It
was pretty neat, only I felt like I was about to
regurgitate & had to lay down for about 20 mins. But it
was better than actually participating in gym. Oh yeah,
and I got to walk the mile too, that was pretty kewl. 
	I think I’m allergic to myself. My nose always
itches & there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. It
really sux. Then everybody asks me why I keep itching
my nose. How the hell am I supposed to know!!! I mean,
maybe I should just chop my nose off, but that would
hurt. Then I would look funny too, but probably not any
worse than I do now. 
	Why are little kids so weird? I mean, take for
example, hippi’s little sister. She’s completely horny,
and she’s three!!! She goes around kissing people, like
on the legs and stuff, and once I was talking to hippi &
her sister started kissing hippi on the butt! That’s like
sooo messed up! Then, you get into the slightly older
group of kids, about 5-9. They’ll talk about anything &
everything until your damn ear falls off! Even stuff
that makes no sense, or stuff that you’ve repeatedly
told them that you don’t want to hear. My brother’s
still in that stage, and he’s almost 11. He just sits
around & tells me about his football game, & I’m like
“Yeah, OK I don’t care. Michael I don’t care. That’s
wonderful I DON’T CARE!” And he keeps telling me
about it! When I was his age, I was spending the entire
day at Rosie’s while we planned a way to get back at
her bitch-neighbor Caroline & her asshole son who’s a
year older than us & thinks he’s all bad. But he’s just a
wuss. We wasted time throwing garbage into their
back yard & trying to find a way to light the church
across the street on fire. Not telling our uninteresting
siblings about some dumb game. 
	I AM NOT OBSESSED! I’m not! No matter what
hippi tells you, I am not obsessed in any way, shape, or
form, at all!!! Don’t listen to her anyway, she babbles.
She doesn’t know what she babbles about, so just
ignore her if she says anything at all about me being
obsessed. Because I’m not. I’m not. 

I babbled.
	OH MY GOD!!!! My computer was just in the shop for like three days, I’ve
gone so far FIVE DAYS without the internet! Last time I had no internet like that, a
year ago, it caused MAJOR insanity. It was not good, damaged me permanetly. I was
internetless for three months, and that caused very very bad things to happen....
	But anywho! Love that word..... Noi’s being a biotch. Maria was being an
asshole to Anna cause Maria’s ex likes Anna & Maria still likes him. So after a few
weeks, Maria laid off, but now Noi’s being a bitch to Anna, for no reason!!! So
yesterday Noi walks by Anna & goes “slut!” & I go “bitch!” so Noi comes back & asks
Anna why she called her a bitch & I was like “I did!” & so we got to yelling & then a
teacher broke it up. Then like an hour later, Noi came up to Anna, Hieu, & Kelcee in
the hall & was screamin & Anna & Anna screamed back, & to make a long story short,
Noi & Anna both got ISS for 1/2 day. Now like half the skool’s about to kick Noi’s
ass. 
	My computer had the monkey virus, and it sux. EVERYTHING ON MY
COMPUTER WAS DELETED!!!! Luckily, I saved my stories on disk, cause the
retarded guy deleted ‘em. But I have NO PICTURES, SOUNDS, MOVIES,
ANYTHING on my puter. My whole Savage Garden scheme is gone, and it was so
nifty.. and now it’s gone... :( The mouse looks retarded, too, cause it used to be all
nifty & 3D, & now it’s... white & dull. I hate this. The internet isn’t even hooked up
yet, there’s nothing left on the puter anymore. Nothing. 
	I went on a picnic and with me I brought, ammononeucleosicine,
bromenophedemine, chemotherapy, dyspepsia, Europe, a Ford, green gross gorgons,
hormones, ignorant little stupids, Joe, kooky kinky koalas, lassy-lovin llamas, moses,
Neptune, obvious obsession of octagons, pink panther, quails, Ridiculous the captain,
smurfs, tiddlywinks, Underdog, vanaguldigook, weatherballoon, xylasteride, yogi
bear, and zipper. Scary. 
	Nine stick of incense. Bad bad badbadbad. No sticky points. The stupid
newsroom thing we had to watch in history talked about sticky points. POINT BAD
ERK GOOD!!!! 
	I have a puter remote. It’s pretty kewl. You just sneak up behind somebody &
start messin ‘em up, then they get all pissed. It’s funny. 
	My computer’s a serious  moron, I’m not kidding. I spent two goddamn hours
trying to download the stupid msie 4.01 thing & then it was like some crappy excuse
about the site didn’t work or something. I was like ‘hell no! don’t even! I fuckin
spent two hours downloading that, then you put up that shitty message that means
that all the crapt I just did has no effect?!?!’ Oh yeah, and is the screen supposed
have those shards of glass flying out of it at you? Those hurt when they get
embedded in your eyes.....nevermind. 
	Don’t you hate it when people are on TV, and you can TELL that they’re
reading the cue cards? I mean, that just gets on my nerves. And they don’t talk
normal, either. Seriously. Just makes me kinda mad, like I wanna jump through the TV
& be like “stop it!” Jump through the camper, camp through the jumper, camp through
the third eye blind, jump through the third, slide through the camper, strike through
the jumper, strike up the band, rubber band, rubber glove, glove of love, loveboat,
boat in the woods, wood is sticky, stick to it, it the little hairy guy on addams
family..... I won’t go on, it gets scary. But it ends at all my sons. Baaaadddd.....
	Creepy. It’s Mya, Ma$e, & BLACKstreet tryin to be Rugrats. Rugrats kick
ass man. They getta pig out on them chocolate chip cookies all day & drool all over
themselves.... no wait I do that anyway, neverming. I mean nevermind. 
	What am I gonna do with two jeep ranglers? I wish I had a car. That would be
kewl. Then I could drive places... places far away.... but not in the rain. And not
through mountains. No no nononono rain bad mountains bad semis bad. On the other
hand (gods fault), I’d rather have a plane. But then I’d have to learn how to fly it...
or just use autopilot.... not that way dammit. s’not my fault.....And I’m not obsessed.
I’m not. Not obsessed with anything, no I’m not. 

	I’m so tired. I haven’t slept well for like the past month or so. Ever since
prison started, skrewed up my whole damn sleeping skedule thing goin on... I love
sleeping. I wish I could get paid for sleeping. That would kick ass. People would be
like “how was work?” and I’d be like “I don’t know, I slept through it.” 
	My parents are always one step behind me, I just noticed that. I do something,
then they’re like “don’t do this”. I’m like “OK, uh, too late!” Of course, I don’t tell
them that they’re too late, no way. I like being ahead of them, makes me feel
*special*. Not Danny special. I hope Danny doesn’t go back to south. I think I might
just end up hurting him. Because he makes me mad. Just by being THERE. Jell-O
thought that Danny kept asking her out. Um, yeah right. She thinks that all the guys
are going out with her. For some reason, I don’t believe her. Especially when you call
her so-called “honey-boy” and ask him what she thinks of her & he says he thinks she’s
a bitch & a stupid ho. That kind of makes her story difficult to believe. But anyway,
now, since she thinks that I’m like *friends* with her or whatever, she tells me that
he keeps asking her out, & that he has been for like 2 years. Um, no. 
	Yo & Cleave & Gary. *shudder* I feel sorry for that poor guy. Joe & Steve (Yo
& Cleave) torment that poor old man. So hippi went up to the poor old teacher dude &
was like “Joe ----- & Steve ----- said to say hi to Gary”. Then the old dude told hippi
not to hang around bad people like them, then gave her his business card! Um, that’s
messed up. 
	Zac/Mickle Pickle keeps trying to tell me about some kid in his class.
WHY?!?! That’s like, ya know, people telling me that they’re walking, now they’re
opening the door, closing the door, stuff like that. Or stabbing their bed. No, wait,
stabbing your bed is kewl, neverming. At least you don’t have a monkey butt. Or an
ear where your nose is supposed to be with a tongue growing out of it & an extra eye
on your forehead & no lips.... neverming. 
	When we were in the prison libary, cleve went to some marilyn manson place &
there was a naked pic of this chic & he was tryin to get it to go away before the
libary chic came behind him (gods fault) & he ended up getting like 5 windows to open
w/ it enlarged in there, so then yo went over there & just watched over his shoulder.
Wonder why? Then me & hippi were going to send a certain person(s) some junk mail,
but we didn’t have the time. So Cleve had to give everybody a ride home cuz we were
so late, & we turned up the music when we got to my house to scare zac & my sister &
some little girl who I don’t know who was on our porch. And if anyone asks, I had
detention from gym. OK? OK. 
	The weird Wendy’s dude threw away Suzy Smalley *sob*. She was pretty
kewl. She had salt-lice, lettuce-eyes, a bacon-nose, frenchfry-lips, pretty apple lip
gloss, & had bacon ears for a few minutes before a flying french fry knocked them
off. The dude at Dillons still owes us a salad. Me, hippi, and ADIDAS talk to pictures.
And we have invisdible shoes with skin-thin soles. And I don’t know sign language.
And the bitches kept walking through our room. Not nice. Not nice at all. 
	I don’t babble, I don’t. That’s hippi’s job, I don’t babble. I might rant but I
don’t babble. I don’t. Of course, I haven’t had ICQ for a few WEEKS *sob*, and that
has a small effect on me. And I don’t sleep right. Actually, I sleep upside down on my
bed. I can’t sleep rightsideup on beds, there’s something wrong with me. If a bed that
I have to sleep in is made the right way, I have to unmake it & fix it so I can sleep
upsidedown. That’s just me I guess. Or course, sometimes I just collapse onto the
bed, then it doesn’t matter how the bed is made, I’ll probably end up sleeping
sideways or something anyway. and I'm running out of space on this
page. so I'll just like yeah.