The lamest entry I've written ever
I'm skipping lunch to write this journal entry. I just typed, "I'm skipping lunch to eat" but that isn't true. I'm not eating anything - in fact I'm quite starved. My brain is thinking about food, though. We talked about it last period. Actually we talked about people eating intestines, which otherwise wouldn't have made me hungry. Today, however, I would eat anything. I'm very hungry.
This morning I ate corn chex, and on those corn chex I poured chocolate syrup. Hershey's Syrup is strange stuff, as it does not taste like chocolate in the slightest. If you think about it, it really tastes mostly like sugar. It's almost grainy. My mother gave me a hard time while I was eating my corn chex. She said that I slurped.
It was sort of funny, actually. We were watching a low-budget news broadcast about child pornography. I almost expected her to chide me about the ancient news that is the bra shots. Instead, she told me to eat my cereal quietly. I eat loudly when I don't care who hears me. Maybe she's just somewhat insulted that I don't take the time to eat my food carefully around her.
It's making me so hungry to write about food. At least I'm not playing at "Keyboarding Pro" like my friend Katie is. The game is sort of like "Whack-a-mole." Except that it's a keyboarding game. "He wore a dress suit on the last trip to the port." The sentences are funny, because they are taken out of context. She's going to lose points because she wasn't consistent. HER BASE WILL BE DESTROYED, DO YOU HEAR? MAJOR KEYBOARDER.
Last night I heard my father say something about Glaciers. I don't remember what it was, though. I just replaced the word "write" with "eat" again. Obviously, I'm in a strange mood.
Yesterday Katie and I went on an adventure. You can see the pictures that we took. Katie took some of those fine pictures. There are also many fine pictures of Katie's ass in those pictures. I tried to get foster to come with us, but he's a real jerk.
Jerk is an underused insult. Jerkface, that's another good one. I just said to katie "This is the lamest journal entry I've ever written." I forget what she said, but it was really harsh and now she won't repeat it for me because I'm writing about it. Oh, she says "I didn't mean for it to sound like that. Oh Fine I'll tell you. I said 'I bet not.' God margaret." I transcribed that Word For Word. I am a lame-ass. (Katie said "hell yeah" which is very true. I love katie.)
This entry has been called "fucking awesome" and "just plain bad." My work here is done.
2000-03-17, A lame ass entry
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