I got my band music stuck in my head. It's catchy. Stuff for an armed forces parade and some music for the pit orchestra for the musical. I really got to practice. I don't know about you but orange pencils bother me. I can't write with something orange and watch the words on the page be grey. It just reminds me of halloween. What a funny day. "Here I'm a creepy stranger take my candy!"
Of course my answer was always ""okay." but that's besides the point. I like candy. Orange candy is a thousand times better that orange pencils.Book covers should not be red. Red is not a happy color to look at. I guess if the book isn't a happy book it is okay, but happy books should be grey or yellow or green or purple. Anything but red. When I art I tend to avoid red. In a way I am scared of the color red, though blood doesn't bother me. Anytime I see it, red wants to consume me. Maybe since my eyes are green they absorb red wavelengths better than if I had other color eyes. If you want to find out more about this research a lot about photosynthesis and chlorophyll. If I were you I would be like "I ain't doing no research!"
If you were my mom how would you react to this whole journal thing? Lets not find out what my real mom thinks okay? Sometimes I get paranoid that she sees everything I've ever written in my journals on google docs so I keep creating new emails. google emails are gmails I just realised that. You know what else I just realised? Well they say be there or be square because when your square you are not around. Isn't that cool. Don't judge me by my lack of knowledge of society's inside jokes.
Numbers are so cool. little lines and not lines that represent values. Then they make different values when you put them next to eachother.
Random flying rainbow snakes or snacks. Either way that's cool and scary at the same time. Is it weird that sometimes I feel like snacks want revenge for being eaten by me so they might eat me in my sleep. Scary. Leather gloves also scare me. Like are you going to go rob me with those so I can't find your fingerprints near my life's dead body. That past sentence contains no typo.
I want to live in Wyoming. I don't know why... but I do. Why oming do you do this to me? Why? Why not? Pourquoi pas? Excuse my French. It's just I'm taking it in school and it is helping me understand all the different parts of a language one needs and ways I can change grammar. This is good because I am inventing my own language and I will name it Dreen. It will be more beautiful than French and more better than English with its ridiculous grammar stuff.
Bloop-bloop-bloop-BLOP bloop. bloop. bloop. BLOP. Guess the song. Bet you can't. I'm running out of ideas. The ideas are leaving.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooOOoooooooooooOoOoOoOOooOOooOoooOOoooOOoooOOoLoOOOOoOOOOoOOOOo. To say 'Oh' you cannot write 'O' you must write 'Oh'. Is that not weird? Why 'h' do you want to take over the world? Orange h's are the worst thing ever though.
