sigh

back to hw...

NOO

you have too...

NO IM NOT DOING IT

yes you are...

YOU CAN'T MAKE ME...

yes i can... i'm your brain....

WELL I'M YOUR MOUTH.

well...

SHUT UP

I'M BACKK

I'M BACK...

AND I'M HALF CRASHED...

AND I AM AWARE OF IT....

which has to make you wonder do ppl know when they are half crashed i swear i do because i DEFINITELY AM NOW WOOHHOO and yeah i'm pretty up there!!! yay!!!! who inventedd the word yay because i sure didnt and im stalling IM NOT DOING MY SCIENCE HW no matter HOW LATE i can go to bed 2moro IM NOT DOING IT HAHAHAHAHa science is for suckers. only my hw is rly boring, so from time to time i have to put in all these little jokes to keep myself amused and FOCUSED. I AM FOCUSED. YES I AM. maybe if i keep saying that itll be true. is this how grad students feel? oh... god...

cool words (they really exist)

bloop

loo

tingo

i have to go to the loo. i think i just heard a bloop. look, there's a tingo.

i am pretty weird, aren't i?

i went back and read my older posts.

for anyone reading, i am very, very sorry.

i believe i was half-crashed. but at least that means i was half-awake, no?

hey it's a saturday.

hey it is a saturday! i will have to wake up in 9 hours. it's 1:30 and i am still going. ahhhhh. cookie break! and continue my stream of conscience i will not stop it is way too much fun hahaha hehehe way to much.... i sound like a drug addict don't i well that is too bad oh well that is just WAY too bad...farther and unfathomable and fat and flabby and farting and FEET. and feathery... that should have come first because feathery is the easiest to remember.

oh lala i might take a piece of brownie and crumble it up into little tiny pieces SO THEY CAN BE FRIENDS. then they will not be lonely and fat, they will be happy because they have brownie to talk to. and they will be slim and tiny and NOT SELF CONSCIOUS i don't think i spelled that right. oh well now, that is just too bad. wayyy too bad.

LOOK

*a picture of a lollipop*

OOO quacka quacka....

in english there is a stream of conscience. and you write anything anything at all and keep writing or typing and typing and U NEVER STOP NOT EVEN TO PISS and real writers they do it all the time. god. those poor writers with their glasses and fake wigs and all their big fancy words. i am a writer i could be one already because I AM DOING A STREAM OF CONSCIENCE like bored rich kids do in class. like i am bored. i want food. i want other stuff that i will not say in my head. and they keep going...

PARAGRAPH BREAK

i remember in 2nd grade for each paragraph i would write PARAGRAPH BREAK!!! and i think the teacher might have gotten mad oh if i could draw on this i might be a penguin. with oven mitts because it has a craving for buttermilk cookies and chocolate cherry pie. gross and still yummy because now i think it's weird. and my nose is weird. poor little nose with the notes and the sneezes and coughs. it is all alone with no one to talk to but my brain, because my brain is ALWAYS OPEN like a little sign, always open and bored don't talk to me or went to bed at five o clock last night talk to me all you want and if i had paper, i might draw a cat with a tail and a lizard scales and oh that did not make sense.

you are me and me is you and we are all together

if i am not me you are not you. if you are not you, you're not invited. if you are me then come along we shall be happy if i am you i shall watch you be happy and sulk. but you are you, which is far too bad, then i shall be happy anyway because at least you are you. and not me. or god.

yes i am!

???

....

!!!!

hello

hello.

this is me.

you are invited.

in case you did not know.