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I really don’t see how literature could possibly make a person larger unless they try to eat it. But then, why would someone want to eat a book? They don’t taste good, and think of the papercuts! Sorry, I’m kind of out of it so I’m kinda taking things rather literally. Although that is a good point. Who would want to eat a book? Are they starving so badly that they feel the need to consume a volume of the encyclopedia, or perhaps Webster’s unabridged?

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What makes someone heroic...hmmm...I guess I never really bothered to think about that. I suppose I can’t really think along the lines of some 18 yr. old Chinese emperor...bishie...*drool* Sorry. Anyway, I guess they’d be brave and honest and they try to take care of other people and protect them...like Suboshi...or Chichiri... *drool* Uh, yeah. Anyway, that’s what would make up someone who’s heroic. Now excuse me whilst I go into La-la land and daydream...bishies...ooooh...*drool*

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I don’t really know whether people are inherently good or evil, and right at the moment, I really don’t care to deliberate. I feel sick to my stomach and I think I’m going to throw up, so my concentration is pretty much shot to hell right now. Ask me again later and maybe I’ll give you an answer.

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I should be asleep right now, rather than writing in my journal about ‘to what extent does fate govern our lives.’ Asking me questions like this is never a good idea, because I change my mind depending on my mood, and since I have erratic mood swings, my opinion is never the same twice. OK, so it is, but let’s not get technical here; I’m not in the mood. According to my current disposition, fate is a crock of...um...crud. There’s no such thing. Funny thing is, had you asked me this yesterday, I probably would have gone into some longwinded discussion about how everything in life is governed by some pre-ordained setting. Me, fickle? Never! I wanna go work on one of my unfinished stories right now...*whine*

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A gift? I haven’t gotten gifts in a while...not since my birthday in May, and I don’t even remember what I got. No, really, I don’t. So I guess I’m kind of at a loss for telling you how whatever it was was significant to me. Wait, do detention slips count as gifts?...No, I guess they wouldn’t. Oh, well. Now I feel so deprived. *sniffle*

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No kidding, anger is inevitable. Do you realize how easy it is to make me angry? It’s usually because someone bothers me when I’m already frustrated (which is quite often, it seems of late...) I just wish I knew why I’ve been so frustrated lately...ARGH! DAMN YOU, SOCIETY! This is all YOUR fault! *huff puff wheeze* OK, I’m better now. See? I told you I get angry very easily. Stupid frustration. Ugh.

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Well, giddy demons with a sick sense of humor but really pretty amethyst eyes aside (Aishiteru, Xelloss-sensei!!!), I’d say that a monster would qualify as anything that does something exceptionally cruel to anyone or anything (what’d that door ever do to you anyway, huh?) without any good, feasible, LOGICAL reason. I also think that the little elf that lives under my bed and tells me to burn things qualifies as well, but we won’t get into that. *demented smile*

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Well, they COULD wind up being egotistical bastards who think they’re better than everyone else, which of course is impossible since I’m perfect and no one can ever be better than me. Oh, just let me live in my delusion. Also, heroes tend to have weak spots that, if found out, could be exploited by their enemies and used against them (Cat: Niao? Ranma:AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!). ‘Course, that could also make the hero stronger (Ranma: NIAO! HISS! Cat: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!), but we won’t get into that.

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Um, why would I write a letter telling someone how to make a frickin’ paper airplane? I mean, seriously! I think we’ve outgrown that stage, don’t you? OK, yes, I know it’s a hypothetical, ‘what if’ type question, but still... Besides, I myself don’t quite recall how to make one. I’m serious. Stop laughing. I haven’t done it in so long that I genuinely forgot. Yeah, yeah, I know...it’s pathetic. But...see...um...oh, dammit, just leave me alone...*sniffle* It’s not like I care about paper airplanes anyway, SO THERE!!! And yes, I do have the mentality of a five year old; how’d you guess?

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OK, a fact is something that can be proven (but it doesn’t have to be correct). An opinion is one person’s view of something which may vary from person to person.

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Hi! My name is Bob. Bob the...oh, what’s that? Whaddya mean I smell?! I do not smell! They spray me with disinfectant after every...WHAT?! So WHAT of my colors don’t match! Somehow I get the impression that the last thing that you’ll be worried about when you’re on that slippery floor is what color I am! No, you can’t use those ratty ol’...well, they are pretty beaten up...I AM NOT SMELLY! WILL YOU GET OFFA THAT?! *huff, puff, wheeze* Y’know, keep insulting me, and I won’t...ARGH! STOP SAYING I SMELL!...No, I am not too hard...oh, so what if I am?! I AM NOT TOO SMALL! *whimpers* Why are you being so mean to me? I mean, I’m just a simple...FINE! GOODBYE! *huffs*

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I would assume that the entire thing (college application) is important. I mean, you want it to be neat, to convey your point clearly, to make some sort of sense (ah, logic...), and for it to make you sound intelligent, right? So I guess the whole thing...WAIT! NO! The most important part is your NAME! If they don’t know who wrote it, they don’t know who to admit! Duh to me!

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If I was a rich man... Oh, wait, that says director...nevermind. Well, if I were to do costuming for Grendel, I think I’d dress him up as...a crossdressing lawyer! Why? I dunno...I just think it’d be funny to see. But that’s just me, and since we all know that I’m not quite all there...Well, let’s just say that what I write shouldn’t always be taken seriously.

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Well, the Middle Ages weren’t exactly the most enthralling period of time, so religion gave them something to do.

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A thesis statement states the point being proved in a paper. It lets the reader know ahead of time just what the hell they will be reading.

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As Mr. Vanderbeek always used to say, “everything you borrow” (has to be cited). Hey, I just cited Mr. V...heh, there ya go. Now, why does this room smell like pancakes...?

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I don’t really know what kind of effects traveling together could have on a relationship. I guess it could bring you closer together. But, I guess it could also make you sick of each other. Prolonged periods of time with another person can do that.

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I would most like to meet the pilgrim who stayed home and slept. Maybe they could teach me new sleeping techniques. I really don’t care what pilgrim I would meet. It’s not like meeting them would help me with anything.

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A character flaw...a character flaw...AHA! I know! Chronic stupidity! That’s a character flaw if I ever saw one! I don’t think I need to explain what kind of problems this would cause; I mean, it’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? Of course, I don’t really think, period, but that’s beside the point. Wait, what WAS my point? Oh, yes...chronic stupidity. I’m quite good at displaying chronic stupidity, I think. I mean, I’m always acting like a complete arse!

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