Today was Extended Breakfast Day. The only thing I ate today was breakfast foods. I didn't bother getting dressed in my public pants and I just sat around bein' lazy. I did however, go to JCPenny's and get myself some new bras, yay!!!! Yet..there was no real purpose and no higlight of the day... it was just a day that happened and now its night.....

Today I went to the little school for an open house. It brang back a whole bunch of happy childhood memories (sarcasm...)!!!!!
I was totally jipped when I was in elementary school. There are spiffy computers, and the rooms are deacorated fantastically and it seems like the learning material is more advanced. I bet those damn toadstool spores are smarter than me!!! God I hate little kids!!!

::Listening to "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode::
Religion is a wrench thrown in the gears of the machine of human advancements. This "wrench" I think, has been thrown by the earliest of early men, cave men perhaps, and still causes human development to grind to a screeching halt, whenever holy wars are fought, or religious ethics get in the way of scientific development.

Today when I was in the bathroom making myself pretty, Bon alerts me that there is a fungus among us. In the crack between the bathtub and the linolium was a small brown mushroom growing out of the mildew. A mushroom growing in the bathroom! I almost cried, but I couldn't help laughing at the stupid thing. It was a pitiful thing, it had been bent over from someone stepping on it. This mushroom is a testiment to the filthyness of my house and how long its been since I've cleaned the bathroom. It makes me feel guilty that I hardly do anything around here. It also makes me feel kinda sad 'cause it reminds me how I just let things go to spoil and ruin sometimes. But I laugh at the little mushroom because its just a little mushroom trying to make it in the big world, its kinda cute in a way and it is kind of weird that it happen to grow inside of my house. I think I've learned some kind of lesson from the mushroom but I don't think I wanna ponder over it for too long, cause I'll start thinking I'm a nut.

I have figured the biggest bastard I know, is my own brother. Though I do not think he is worthy of being my brother. He is inconsiderate, pigheaded,hypocritical assinine, anal retentive, sefish spoiled brat with the sense of justice of a 5 year old. He takes every little occurance in the house and blows it way out of proportion. He won't listen to anyone but himself and always has to get the last word even if it means, spitting in your face and pushing you down and kicking you. He is 15 years old and can't controll himself. He is always looking for someone to blame for problems that he can deal with himself. He complains that he can't bring a girl over to the house because it is filthy, but does no housework whatsoever, does not even try to make an effort around here. He walks around the house, (that majestic prince!) and orders everyone about like they are mentally incompetant. If he could only see how stupid an childish he is.
Last night i was endeavoring to finish my history project, when prince bob graced me with his presence! He ordered me to get off the computer so he could use ICQ. Well its been established that homworks takes priority over ICQ time. But prince bob just breaks into a chorus of "you should have started earlier" "print out the information and write it down" "your a retard and your doing everything wrong" perhaps it would seem like anyone would say that but he says it 30 times. Every 2 minutes "you should have started earlier" and repeated the sequence for about 2 hours, in a deadly tone of voice. What in the hell is so important that he has to tell his gay buddies that he can't pick up a phone and say....

Today sucks, I am extremly bored and I have so many things to do. I've gotta clean my room and I've gotta do a stupid project for social studies and for english and biology. Its like 100% humidity inside of my house, I can hardly breathe because the air is liquid...
Xa has been kidnapped by a gang of conservative christians...
I miss my man-muse... I hope I see him again soon....
The only good thing that has come out of today is the rain....

How dumb are you?

The other day I had come to the realization that my life is boring. I can sum my life up into one word, and that word is boring. I realized that one of my only joys in life is to make people love me or fall in love. Well of course you probably say that thats everybody's joy- yet still... My methods of going about this business can be questionable, especially to myself. I use manipulation, pity, black magic (everything but lie!) all to ensnare victims in my love trap. Aye, but its not a trap, I'm chasing my victims! The one joy of my life, my most favorite hobby, is chasing what I want. Though, the kill sometimes is so.. dissapointing..
Oh look at me now, ranting like a crazy person! What I mean to say is that without boys to run after, I have nothing else to do, nothing interesting at all to occupy my time... If my life were a book, no one would want to read it. It would be dull and redundant..
I've done nothing tremendous, I've never contributed to anything and I can't say that I'm very intelligent or witty..and chasing after boys just isn't getting me anywhere.-I'm not saying that I'm going to give up on chasing my dreams but I think I'm going to stop being evil and manipulative and actually build a good relationship with somone. I know a specific person too, who I love very much and cannot chase nor, kill. He is like a bird, with bright plumage. He flys around in the bright blue sky and blesses me with his beauty. He should be guarded by an angel in heaven with the softest touch and most tender care.
Oy! behold I am rambling again! But, when It comes right down to It.. I guess I'll never be able to stop myself from being a love fool.
I guess the topic sentence of this rant is all wrong... what it's about is more on the boycrazy side than on the fact that my life is boring.
I suppose, that the very top sentece should read " My life is boring because I spend all of my time being boycrazy" No doubt I have bored you, if, perchance you had actually had the time to read this entire rant. If you have, in all actuallity,been bored by this rant, you have had but a small taste of the merciless boredom that is my life.
And now, after typing all of this nonsense I have come to another conclusion,(a rather pointless conclution, but a conclusion no less!)and I will use this conclusion as the very last sentence in this rant, which will read:
"Eating a half-gallon of French Roast Coffee Ice cream, will make you rant about some very fucked up shit indeed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its crazy what people do when there obsessed with someone. They can really distort their lives. Xa sez that some girl is cutting herself up over some guy. That is just fucking insane, it gives me the chills when I think about it. That girl must be mentally imbalanced and obsessed. If I were the guy, and I knew about what that girl was doing, I would shit myself!!! I know how it is to have crazies obsessed with me, though they never cut my name into their wrists (at least that I know of). They collected huge picture collages of me, openly told me about "dishonoring the goddess" while thinking about me, and some other questionable things. All that stuff gives me the creeps, but if I had a crazy that was cutting theirself over me I'd keel over and die....

The gates of Heaven opened, as the angels sang a golden melody. Then, the Trap Door of Hell swung open, and an icy breeze blew up from below! Hell froze over, and Naya updated her blog!!!!!!!