{ Mood: Neutral }
{ Listening To: Remember -- Disturbed }
{ Reading: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There by Lewis Carroll }
{ Eating: Nothing }
{ Scent: Raspberry }
{ Listening To: Remember -- Disturbed }
{ Reading: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There by Lewis Carroll }
{ Eating: Nothing }
{ Scent: Raspberry }
Hello people. It is I. I brings you a journal update while me and myself go play in the snow. Yeah, I'm not sure how much we have here, but its a lot. Like, a lot lot. And I love it. Now if only I could see the moon at night...
Have you heard what they're planning on doing to the moon? Practically blow it apart! And for what? Pfft. Water. We don't need water from the moon. We need the moon--not a moon full of holes or a missing half! And that's where you think, "Well, there are craters on the moon, and half the moon disappears eventually." And to that I reply: "Craters make the moon look beautiful, give it character; if it has giant holes in it that are not naturally made it will be ugly. About crescent moons--they disappear temporarily, and as you know there is a big difference between temporarily and forever. The moon can't grow another half if its destroyed."
God. People are just so stupid. We don't need to blow up the moon. We aren't going to be living on the moon--OR MARS--any time soon, nor in the future. That'd just be stupid.
Anyway. I really have nothing to report on about my life. I'm a zombie, I'm waiting for a shotgun to blow my head off ('cause everyone knows a shotgun is a zombies worst enemy), and I'm trying to make some sense of my life. "Sense of my life"--how stupid, but true. I'm utterly confused about everything--everyone. And I have long forgotten characters chattering in my ears but every time I try to write what their telling me, they vanish. I hate it. I hate all my characters right now because they've completely abandoned me. I haven't touched pen and paper since--what? February second or somewhere around there.
I thought you wanted to be an author.
Pfft. Whatever. That'll never happen.
Make the fears go away. I'm sick of them. They make sure I can't sleep.
Have you heard what they're planning on doing to the moon? Practically blow it apart! And for what? Pfft. Water. We don't need water from the moon. We need the moon--not a moon full of holes or a missing half! And that's where you think, "Well, there are craters on the moon, and half the moon disappears eventually." And to that I reply: "Craters make the moon look beautiful, give it character; if it has giant holes in it that are not naturally made it will be ugly. About crescent moons--they disappear temporarily, and as you know there is a big difference between temporarily and forever. The moon can't grow another half if its destroyed."
God. People are just so stupid. We don't need to blow up the moon. We aren't going to be living on the moon--OR MARS--any time soon, nor in the future. That'd just be stupid.
Anyway. I really have nothing to report on about my life. I'm a zombie, I'm waiting for a shotgun to blow my head off ('cause everyone knows a shotgun is a zombies worst enemy), and I'm trying to make some sense of my life. "Sense of my life"--how stupid, but true. I'm utterly confused about everything--everyone. And I have long forgotten characters chattering in my ears but every time I try to write what their telling me, they vanish. I hate it. I hate all my characters right now because they've completely abandoned me. I haven't touched pen and paper since--what? February second or somewhere around there.
I thought you wanted to be an author.
Pfft. Whatever. That'll never happen.
Make the fears go away. I'm sick of them. They make sure I can't sleep.
