Hallowe'en

Today is Hallowe'en. Oh, you gotta love the Americans, who have managed to make something grossly commercial of it. Although, their version of it does have its good points. At least they do stuff for it.
I never think about it. Being an only child has its good points and its bad points, and one of the bad points is my parents forgetting I am a child, and I would like to do stuff kids do, sometimes. I don't think it helps that I spend so much time alone. It makes me a weird child.
Anyway, Hallowe'en. Trick-or-treating, carved pumpkins that the Americans call jack-o-lanterns, silly string, fun stuff. It's a pity, really.
Nevermind. It's not as if I don't have things to keep me occupied.

God bless Something Corporate...

Thanks to dougs for this wonderful new toy. I entered those lyrics in:
You're restless, and I'm naked, and you leave because you can't stand to see me shaking.
They became:
They are excite him and intelligent and they had been, because you cannot arrest them the dairyman of the end seeing of the end.
I then tried:
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
This became:
It is the extremity of the world because it knows us and I feel odore very good of.

I then decided I wouldn't waste any further time with it, and just to finish off, entered "Fuck you" into it, which came out as "The conversation arrives fulled."

Surprisingly enough, the only thing that came out remotely recognisable was:
I'm so happy, 'cause today I found my friends..."
This emerged as:
They are therefore lucky, because I have found today my friends...

So, I'll stop doing that now, and go and wash my hair.

And do you know I miss you?

I keep this journal to record my life. But there comes a point where I'll never be able to record what I'm thinking l because words are only tools, crude ones, that can be handled with finesse, but at the end of it all, they are just representations and never the real things. The real thing is so elusive we don't have words to describe it.
I should stop posting so much, because I end up repeating myself, as my life repeats itself, again and again and again....
That's why music is something special. It uses two sets of tools, words and sounds, and comes to the closest to recording our emotions....

"I miss you."

First of all, I would like to apologise to snowdrop24. I know she's not used to having to deal with me when I'm being such a bitch. Becca seems to have been delegated the job of looking after me.
I don't know... most people have their ups and downs. I don't. I spend my life trying to be cool, calm and collected. I think I succeed fairly often. I can deal with people now; it's not as if I'm socially phobic or afraid of people any more. So I go through life without any ups and downs at all, and then, regularly, about every three months or so, I spend an entire day or three pissing everyone off, being a self-centred, whining, horrible horrible horrible bitch, shrieking and being a complete pain in the arse on purpose.

Did you know I miss you? Did you know I miss you?

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Oh, God. I need help. I seriously can't cope any more. I have to sleep. Or something. Just get me out of my head.