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Heh.

After writing the last entry, I've lost almost all capability to write a happy one, like I was planning. Note to self: Next time, write the happy one first.

Um. Putting train of thought back on tracks. *weak smile*

See that face up there? That's supposed to be my mood. 'Kay. Well.

You know what? Everyone's getting their own websites! For example, Sylvia with her syl-duckie.com, Alex with his fiefie.com, Jayjay with his...forget the address...^^ Lucky people...I wish I had my own too! Alex! Get me one for my birthday! Haha...just kidding. Not about the wanting a website part, but about getting me one...I like the peanut comic on Jayjay's...

Note to someone who shall remain nameless should they actually be reading this or to people who will understand this note because they've read what I have: Beable is not one word. It is: be able. Hehe...just wanted to add that. The speller in me won't let it go.

I saw Josie and the Pussycats today. Funny movie. I want the soundtrack.

I had coffee! YUM...err. Of course I didn't really have coffee...Dorothy doesn't drink coffee or eat sugar...! Heheheh... My stomach feels funny...coffee does that to me. But then again, what coffee? ^^

You know what's a little depressing? That I'm putting all this time to writing down some of my thoughts, only to have no one read it. But then, I guess I shouldn't really care?

Cryptic note: I have to go. I couldn't think of a good excuse not to.

Strange thought of the day: I'm missing out on soo much. I'm always the last to know things. And with one area of my life, I made it that way. With the other, it's because I have less time to spend in it since I have the other area to worry about. No one understands what I mean. At least I hope not. Because it might have really bad consequences if someone did. But isn't it that I want someone to know and to ask me if I'm putting all this down? Maybe. Probably because there's no one left to tell (again.) Don't you ever wish that you had a best friend that you could really tell everything and call in the middle of the night and stuff? Well, maybe you're lucky and you do have one. But I don't. And sometimes, all the time, I wish I really did.

You know the saying "Everything's coming up roses"? Well they're supposed to because this is supposed to be the happy entry, but the roses are coming out dead. Or wilted, should you prefer that term. I should stop now.

"I was just thinking about the life of a pumpkin. Grow up in the sun, happily entwined with others, then someone comes along, cuts you open and rips your guts out."