February 26, 2003 :: 11:24 p.m.
I'm a little thundercloud
Hello, readers. It's nearing 11:30 on Wednesday night, and this little diarist is very, very sleepy. She would also like to eat some Doritos, but her room still smells like fried food and it's killing her appetite. She thinks that perhaps this is a good thing, because she's much too fat and shouldn't be eating Doritos anyway, ever.
Today has been a rather dull day for our heroine. She went to her classes, doodled in her sketchbook, and watched TV with her wonderful, adorable boyfriend. She spent numerous minutes wishing her roommate a variety of painful, gory deaths, and complaining about the fact that she doesn't have laser eyes and so cannot incinerate the infidels who roam her college campus like plague-ridden vermin. That's possibly the wrong term, though, because she likes vermin quite a lot and would never wish them any harm.
Last week, she and her boyfriend saw a chinchilla at SuperPetz. Chinchillas are very, very expensive. They also saw a ferret, and she wanted to put it in her pocket and take it home with her, because ferrets are little balls of slippery, weasel-like joy.
Oh my. Things have taken a turn for the worst, and our faithful diarist has become stricken with a terrible headache. She is also currently stricken with a never-ending period, which makes her very cranky. Crankier than usual, even. Be amazed.
Ahem. Sorry about that. I'm sometimes struck with an incredible urge to write in third person. It's very strange.
Nothing else to say, I suppose. I'm going to go draw a picture of Milkshakes the cat for Adam and then take myself directly to bed. Because me = mucho fatiguo.
'Night.
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