Writer: NF 32nd
Space... full of stars and... space...
It's been a while since I've written one of these (the last time being during my "Emo-Artsy-teenager" phase, which hopefully [and with utmost certanty] I've grown out of).
First order of business: Critisize myself. My old journal entries were... not the best. I guess I was some awsome writer or something. Looking back I can see why I would have written those things... and how childish they were. (although it was only about 3 years ago) I may one day read this and think the same thing! What up future me?!
Second order of business: I've introduced my sister to Black Ops, and although she refuses to play zombies and sticks to playing against computers, I can't help that she should have had something in between her legs. As we speak I write she is wandering around aimlessly yet cautiously, mowing down any enemy that stands in her way. Strike that, she's playing online and is getting slaughtered. I'm laughing my butt off. "Can't spell slaughter without laughter!" -Was introducing her to this game a good idea?
On another note, I stepped in cat crap (Otherwise known as the dreaded anti-human weapon C2), and ruined my shoes. Now I have to figure out some complicated way to kepp cats out of our awsome lawn, my sanctuary. Ideas?
Wondering why I wrote this irrelevant dribble? Well, partially because 1. I got bored (arn't we all?), 2. I heard that if I do this, I get a bunny for the easter event, and 3. I did have a real reason for a journal entry, but my mind totally blanked as soon as I turned on the computer, so I just started to write about current events. I doubt that by now I still have your attention, because this was a total waste of time for both the reader and writer.
So for now, I'm gonna go and show my sister who's the alpha male of video games in this house.
SIGNED,
NF 32nd
NF 32nd
