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Thursday, October 29
No one in this entire world bothers me more than my grandma, I don't know.
The worst part is that it's difficult to get people to empathize with me, because, I guess, it's my grandma (italics).
It's difficult to put up with her, though.
Just everything about her just makes me want to scream and shout and pull out my hair but I can't because she's old, I guess. I don't know. She's insane. She belongs in a retirement home, not here, stretching out the last few years of her life into dozens. Groping through my backpack for something interesting. Berating me in a language I can barely understand. Nagging for me whatever I do, or what I don't do, no matter what it is. Her not understanding a thing about anything today, yet trying to take so much control over me. Blurg!
I swear, she is the bane of my existence.

Wednesday, October 28
John Denver is a fun guy. He's kind of my guilty pleasure, I guess. Although I'm not sure exactly what about him makes me think him a guilty pleasure, but there's something... I actually like his songs a lot, some of them are kind of cheesy, I guess? But not really. I don't know. He makes me want to move to Colorado or something romantic like that.

Friday, October 23
I'm so confused. I feel like I need someone to talk to, but I wouldn't know what to say.

Tuesday, October 20
Kittens on my mousepad.
Kittens on my mousepad.

That's nuts.

Anyway, I have a few hundred more pages to read, but I'm actually sort of looking forward to it, now. And actually, it's only about 200 pages if I don't read "The Awakening," which I probably won't. Too bad I already know the ending, or part of it anyway. Not that it ruins the book or anything, well, maybe it does, I haven't finished it yet.

Blurg! Maybe I'll go biking tonight. colon capital p
I actually enjoy biking at night, it's very quiet, and calm, and nice. And it's also a blast to bike down the middle of the street, you feel extremely badass doing sweet bicycle donuts in the middle of an intersection. It sounds totally lame, and it might be, but it's kind of fun to do, even by yourself.

Humbug, I am incredibly behind on my math homework assignments, I've only done half of the first one! Blarg... And I have to make commercials or something. No! Sometimes I wish I got a different job in ASB. Just sometimes.

Kittens on my mousepad. They've been here the entire time.

So what the hell...?

Monday, October 19

Why?
What kind of advertisement is this? Yes, I went through the trouble of screenshotting it and cropping it because it really bothers me that much.
This is honestly not how God intended for man to use Photoshop.
This is the kind of shit that haunts me in my dreams.
I don't know, this just bothers me.
Perhaps it all started with this picture:

I used to be extremely scared of that picture as a child.
I mean, just look at it.
Look deeply into its eyes.
Let it into your soul.

Anyway, I hate advertisements like that, because they make me feel like some advertising firm out there thinks I'm a complete idiot.
Dog-Human Hybrid? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Which parent is which species, is what I want to know.
Jeez.
I would probably say that the dog was the father, because the image of a grown man getting it on with a dog missionary position is just too much for me to me to handle.
Not to say that I'm comfortable with it the other way around.
In fact, I'm not even sure what to think anymore.
Jesus.
That ad just brings up too many questions.

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Grrrrrrand Reopening! (alt. title: Matthew gives in)

Friday, October 16

I thought the graphic appropriate because, you know, the whole factory deal, and when he does that somersault and all.

So I watched "Where the Wild Things Are" today. It was good, I guess, but I think it might have just been more what sort of feelings the movie brought up than the movie itself. But it had its moments, for sure. Also, Karen O is hot shit.
Anyway, I came home and told my sister that I watched it, to which she said, "I heard it isn't for kids," to which I snarkily replied, "Well, we're not kids."
And then I realized what I just said, and then I realized what movie I just watched, and I wanted to launch myself, then and there.

Also, Walk for Hope, tomorrow! I kind of totally forgot it was tomorrow, but it's nice to have it kind of pop up like that on me.

Awooo~

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Sunday, October 4
Feeling very bad today. I feel not so good for some reason.
I feel like I'm not going to school. Will I be happy at UCSC? Who knows?
Feel like balls and balls and I hope that I will make it out alive this year.
I'll probably feel better tomorrow.

Yesterday I had the great idea of starting a bike company.
Making somewhat high-quality bikes for a relatively low price, and give proceeds to charity! Think the "Cods" of the bike industry, genius!
It would be a fun job, although I know nothing about making bikes.

Friday, October 2
Everyone deserves to be listened to, and everyone should be invited to everything, ever.
I'm sick of making noises for no one to hear. My shaky little voice. A waste of energy.

Ever think about how big the sky is? It is fucking huge, seriously. Makes you feel like shit, in a good way, though.

Ouch, just realized I was completely cutting off circulation with my watch.

Also, why do people like weird commercial poppy junk? Lil' Wayne and Flo-ridah or Rihanna or Chris Brown or whomever can all suck my dick. Seriously. I'm not trying to be especially pretentious or anything. Their music is just dumb. People get sick of those songs, they're like fads, old one goes, new one comes. Why would you want to write something like that?

Anyway, everyone can go fuck themselves.