Kerrang's playing in the background. I love that song :)
Anyways, apparently our neighbours know me and Jibby have named their children the Spawn of Satan. Oops. Ah well, I've never really liked them anyway.
Ew, I have the gross taste of grapefruit in my mouth. I don't kno why I eat that almost every morning, considering it tastes like rotten orange and lemons or something.
I edited one of my favourite Viggo pictures the other day. Here's the result:
I'm getting really bored of diaryland recently... I can never think what to write. My brain is so screwed up sometimes. I can't talk to anyone properly anymore. Definitely not my parents. My mum is always so sarky and a right bitch, my Dad is just... Dad- the kind that doesn't listen to what you have to say. My brother is a smeghead, and my sister is just weird and... boring, and thinks anything out of the ordinary must be made an example of or whatever. I remember Kirsty, who's a friend, used to be friends with her before I was, and she said something like "It's like having the world on a plate!" and my sister was like "but you can't fir the world on a plate! How would that work?" or something so stupid it was unbelieveable.
I've had a disrupted childhood, I'm sure. I've lived in eight different houses.
Eh, I can't continue this... I'm just gonna look at what I've written in a minute and think I'm some warped teenager, who's just suffering from what every other teen suffers from. And then I'll stare at the wonderous Hobo Viggo.
written on 2004-07-04@11:08 a.m.