Multi-Talentism: form of being multi-talented. (e.g. ��that�s multi-talentism for you.�)

Ok, ok. So multi-talentism isn�t actually a word as such, but when I publish my dictionary in a few years with my ambition to change the English language � not necessarily for the better � I guarantee more than just one generation of incompetent, idiotically spoken people. But it�s not only words I plan to change, it�s the order of words as well. For example, instead of saying �really very scary� we will be saying �very really scary�. Well, I guess you have to hear it spoken out loud. I will also be changing the sounding of some words. So instead of saying mosquito (moss-key-toe) we will be saying mosqueeto (moss-qwee-toe).

The only sign of anyone�s intelligence will be their mathematical skills. But never fear, one day, not too long after the language, I plan to change the mathematical formulae so that, at the least, I can understand what they mean. One day I hope to be able to add 2 and 2 together and not continually end up with 7. People are always telling me that�s the wrong answer, yet it�s the only answer I ever seem to end up with. Hmm���?

Well, I guess we may end up with crooked walls that don�t actually reach the roof and doors that kinda don�t reach the floor and no one else in the world will be able to understand us, but all in all, I reckon we�ll have a better world. Don�t you think?

-Oh shut up Pete, I like my idea. I think I�m a genius. I think one day I might even be promoted to world leader because everyone will love my intelligence.
-Yeah? I think I need to send you to the loony bin.
-Hmph. You�re just jealous because you�re not as smart as me.

I can just imagine it. Myself on my golden chair, with my golden crown, being carried through streets by pink hippo�s and all my loyal subjects screaming �Kristel queen oh fabulous!� (�Oh fabulous queen Kristel� � I thought I�d better tell you in modern day English what they�d be saying, just incase you aren�t quiet used to the idea of my English.)

Hmm�.maybe that was taking it a bit too far.

Oh well.

My friend and I came up with a kind of revelation the other day. The reason we�re both the ways we are is because neither of us had imaginary friends when we were younger. Most people I know used to have imaginary friends. But then, I making up for it now with Pete. I don�t like Pete much, he�s mean, as you have previously seen.

Sleep is probably another factor of the way I am acting of the late. Or rather my apparent lack of sleep. Or rather again, my change in sleeping habits. Or rather I am just going to shut up now.

Feeling very hypocritical lately, accompanied by a severe sense of confusion. Happy happenstance none-the-less. Coaxed in a state of �what the fuck!� and �who the bloody fuck are you, some kind of parasite with no head? Oh wait, is that your head? *Ewww*� and �Oh, umm�no I don�t care, but I can pretend to if you really want� or �fuck no. I don�t care. Piss of would you?�

Making less and less sense all the time with my head turned 180 degrees and loosening with every thought.

-Awww, look at the pretty lights everybody. Red and yellow and pink and green, orange and purple and blue.
-Oh, no hunny, that�s the rainbow.
-Pweeety.
-Um�if you say so.

Hehe, are we scared yet?

Fear is fun, making other people fear even more so. �FEAR LEADS TO ANGER, ANGER LEADS TO HATE, HATE LEADS TO SUFFERING.� Yeah Yoda, suffer that! *stabs the muppet in the back!!!* or is he a puppet? Hehehe.

Apparently walking under a bus and getting hit by a train is like falling in love???

Or not. That�s strange, who the hell can live after being hit by a train? And how can you walk under a bus? Unless you�re a very tiny person, you�d have to be shorter than me, and that�s pretty damn short. *Points finger at self* �Hehehe, short stuff, short stuff.� *Pats self on head*

Wait! �HEY!�