Allright, since this book doesn't really have any breaks, i'm calling the first two weeks of my writing it the first "entry" so here we go.
First, to the martians, i humbly thank you for the martian llama you sent me. For all those non-martians...please disregard that last comment, it will become clear to you in time. In this book I will discuss
•Llamas from Mars
•Ninjas
•Bannanas
•And other things that are randomly used in conversation. Or whatever i feel like talking about O_o
For example " 'What do you thing, Bob?' '...Bananas' 'WTF, Bob' "
As for the reason of this book, i would like to say it was random and spur of the moment, but the truth is i broke into my girlfriends home and stole her "Book of Random". As soon as i finished reading it, I was attacked by Pinjas, Nirates, and a sock monkey named Jimbob. Taking a lolipop out of my back pocket, i attempted to fight them off, but Bob ate my lollipop leaving me with nothing but a comb laying on the floor, and a tooth brush...naturally, I ran. Unfortunately, i tripped and fell into a bookcase, except that the bookcase dissapeared and my head rammed into a pole, grabbing onto the pole, i slid down into a cave where Batman was throwing a party. In order to get in. I mugged Robin and sole his costume. Fortunately, since all Robin ever does is say annoying puns and use his way over used "Blank Blanks,, Batman" formula, no one realized i wasn't actually Robin. I think they actually liked me better. But then Superman came and crashed the party (he got drunk and started groping Batgirl) so i changed back into my clothes and left quietly by now i had realized that i had left "The Book of Random" at my Girlfriend's house, but since i feared her Pinjas and Nirates, i left it.
And so here i sit now, in florida, writing this book-that-has-no-name-just-random-crap, while waiting for it to be 6:30 so it can be 3:30 back at home so I can call my girlfriend so that she doesn't sue me for stealing her very good idea.
IN THE MEANTIME, i will attempt to amuse you, the reader, and Bibaboo, the god of randomness and epicness, with my strange and somewhat "Inane" (Whatever the hell that's supposed to meant) musings. For example, this morning while i was laying on the pullout bed of the hotel we were staying at, wearing nothing but my underwar and a T-Shirt, I asked my dad, "If a girl Ballet dancer is a ballerina, would that mean a guy would be a Ballerino?" My dad just gave me a weird look and told me to keep my "inane musings" to myself. Shrugging, i got up and took a shower, where i had trouble keeping the shampoo on my hand long enough to use it. So now i sit here, listening to my ten year-old brother make fun of me, and make perverted jokes as to the meaning of the word "********". While i sit here, i am getting tired of writing the things i am thinking, so i will come back to this later.
~Later~
Well it is later now, so i have returned. After throwing various types of balls at my brother, and requestin gMag-n-cheese, I have returned... I said that twice, huh? Oh well, i do that alot. I want to listen to the song "One Week" by the Barenaked Ladies, and i swear i don't like the song just 'cuz of the band name. WOO i just accsed my brother of multiple personality disorder. I've always wanted to do that.ANYWAYS
I will now talk about: llamas. Llamas are fuzzy and warm and tall. Like me...well except for the fuzzy part, unless you count my curly hair which i hate with a passion. They are also ugly in a good way...sort of. There is also one in "napolean Dynamite" and it refuses to "eat the food" that Napolean gave to him. THAT is because that llama was a martian llama in disguise. Martian llamas are amazing. They have wings that they fly with and they breathe fire. They are used for war and normal transportation for teh epic martians. Often times, martians will ride their mars llamas into a Dunkin' Doughnuts and say, "Give me all your doughnuts and a cofee or i shall scorch you with the heat of a thousand suns and turn you into a baked waffle." ...Yes, Mars (like america), runs on Dunkin'. You know, it's fun doing weird thigns with your hands and you're face while you're looking at the outside of a cooking pot. It Looks Weird : P Aaaand now i get to listen to my grandma complaining about my great grandma who is living with her. Fun Huh?!?! Oh well, il'm STILL amused by the image of mysellf mugging Robin, so it's all good. XD
Woo, welcome to page five, home of...I dunno. But it's the home of something. I hope its the home of something fuzzy. LIKE THE COOKIE MONSTER> Oh, i'm sorry, the "veggie" monster. how lame is THAT, veggies? I say we shoot the person that suggested the name change. And yes, the COOKIE monster totally lives on this page. You are JELOUS of this page. You WISH you could have the cookie monster linging in you. You know how some people resemble animals? Yeah, i know that too. Hm, i think it's break gime again.
(( it won't let me change this part to green like it is in the notpad. But i swear it's green on my notepad))
I have returned, sporting an awesome GREEN pen. Be amazed at it's green-ness. On the topic of colors, i am wearing all khaki, instead of black *LE GASP* Sooo anyways i have decided i want to talk about...something. I'm still trying to sort that out. So while i think, please enjoy some elevator music.
*elevator music comes on*
*winces* great stuff, huh? Biscuits sound weird when they're cans are being opened. It makes an odd "Riiiiiiip" noise. It's interesting. But you know what's really interesting?. . . Seriously, do you? 'Cuz i don't, I have no idea what i'm talking about. Chicken wings are awesome though. They taste good, and it's fun to say. WHAT JOO SAY? I apologize, i was over come by the urge to do that. OH MAI GAWD, i will be schfourteen-teen in less than six months. Can joo believe that? I can. My brother is playing with a cereal bowl right now. What he doesn't know is that that cereal bowl is actually all that remains of a spaceship from Uranus. These aliens from Uranus landed long ago, back in the 1800s. These alens lived very long lives, but they actually looked their age (very, very old). They came in search of llamas and ninjas, but when their ship was destroyed by a giant cheeseburger that fell from the sky, they were stranded on earth. Now these aliens looked human, just dressed oddly. However, because there were so many strangely dressed humans, they blended right in. They are even still here, though one of them has learned to dress. Larry King (What ELSE could he be. Besides, it hurts my eyes to look at his outfits) John Mccaine (Dude, that guy looks like he was old during the donosaurs time) and the only one that discovered the magics of plastic surgery: Michael Jackson, who was a child when they came to earth. (Now he is the most blatantly alien out of all of them). The fact is that all bowls around the world are actually pieces of of this space ship. The reason why it was so big was because it had a movie theatre, an observatory deck, the holding pens for the llamas and a dojo for the ninjas. Don't believe me? Ask yourself, what else could those people be? And don't you dare say they're humans who are just old and weird, or i'll turn you int a banana and feed you to the crocodile from Peter Pan. WHAT. NAO. heh heh, anyways. *sings Witch doctor by Alvin and the Chipmunks* Ok, so maybe i listen to that song, i also listen to Hillary Duff, JoJo, and Hannah Montanna. Questioning my masculinity yet? Good, if you weren't, i'd be questioning your Sanity. And i don't really listen to those songs. I was kidding...¬_¬
Allrighty, i'm back after three weeks. Sorry 'bout that, school started back up. Currently I am laying in bed and wishing i knew how to start wtiting a story, so i'm just writing this. I am sad, i'm not writing this with a pen, like i have been. Instead, i have to use a pencil . BY THE WAY, i'd like to tell all you girls out there that you're brain ninjas. ******** jinjas. You people could make us guys question whether the sky is actually blue. Okay, so you're not that good, but you hold much power over us. Know that. I'm debating whether i should just start writing a story and see what comes out, or start drawing. I think i'll draw. Oh, and before i go, i must say this, uggabuggaboo. Figure THAT out.
WOW, that was a lot of typing. I'm tired. Oh, and that's the end of the first entry xD
