Dear journal,
I'm bored, yet again. Doesn't anything interesting ever happen around here?
That's not really the point though. I went to my telescope to see if I could find a random thing to draw. You know that creepy feeling where there's nothing you can do to escape something or someone? Yeah that happened.
My traitorous telescope landed on Mars. Not the personification, the physical planet. Of course, with that little game I play, I always draw what I see. It's my rule. So, couldn't do anything else. I drew Mars.
After that, I closed my eyes and moved the telescope. Landed on Mars, again somehow. I drew Mars, again.
After the third try, I realized someone taped a picture of Mars to my telescope. Probably Admin.
It wasn't funny.
Speaking of Mars, that idi— No, he doesn't like that word um. . .— guy just won't spit it out! I'm getting frustrated! Why won't he just say what he keeps beginning to say to me, then stopping. 'Because I—' ugh.
It's worse then one of those suspense films the inhabitants of Earth have made. It's driving me mad.
I'm just going to go outside and stare at the sky. Maybe it'll distract my mind for a moment. One precious little moment.
-Saturn
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Journal of the Second Largest Planet
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