I've had Let's Dance on random for a while... Eight songs has turned into twenty four XD

 FACEUP TIME. Man, he looks like a barbie doll in these pictures... He looks too sweet XD
HAVE TO FIX THAT.
Maybe once he gets his hair done. I don't know- Now it looks like a smile, but the wrong kind of smile. Used to look odd, but I think I don't care for this either XD
I went to go out, I went to stay in...
Get things done...
I CATCH THE PAPER BOY, BUT THINGS DON'T REALLY CHANGE.
No matter how many times you hear that, it never gets old.
OH- once I do the teeth. He has awful teeth, that'll make him look closer to character. and make him look a bit less innocent, and get him some varnish to smooth it all out. Less pageant queen, more drag queen XD And redo the whites of his eyes, polish them... THINGS TO DO XD
Now he has black teeth. Acrylics can be so... Whiny. It gets rather annoying.
His mouth is ugly, and this is late. Man, I was tired two hours ago, and I want some juice. JUICE. I do not have any, yet I really really want some. like that cheap stuff you get from cans. I might have some of those vitamin c packet drinks. Pinapple juice would be divine, though.

 This song is annoying, I want to hear Modern Love again.
 1984 works, too. Diamond Dogs is great. Quite a sensual album... Well, all of them were from back then. I think I'd say the alternate version of come on, though. That one's good. Beware the savage drawl, of 1984... I'm tired. And I want orange juice.
Sweet Thing's one of the best. Sweet Thing, to Candidate, to the reprise... What a range.
Will you see- That I'm scared, and I'm lonely?
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing. Boys, it's a sweet thing sweet thing... Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing.

Makes me feel important, and free.
I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment.... I really want an orange.

YYYYYYYYYAYYYYYYY.

I just watched the first episode of season seven of doctor who. YES INDEED.

“Leonard, Mailer- Leonard-Mailer, we need to reconfigure some of the settings for the operations of the service module again.” Himura said, after pushing through the door.

“Right. Got it. Was it the captain messing around this time, or Glenn?”

“Ms. Patton, actually.”

“Ho, really? After all that?”

“Yeah. And when she messes up it’s some how Munson’s fault-”

“That’s not going to go well at all.” She laughed, with a sinister smile.

“You don’t like Alisha?”

“It’s not her, it’s Patton.”

“She’s not that bad. Just a little… Strong willed.” I said.

“Like you’re a little absent minded.”

“So how does Alisha fit into this, anyways?” I asked, and Himura shrugged.

“I don’t really know… She mentioned Clinton. It’s all mixed up.”

“So was it really Patton?” Darrel asked.

“As far as I could tell. At least she didn’t blame it on me.”

“And she decided on Alisha Munson… They’re not going to get on well at all.”

“You find disagreements funny, Darell?”

“Well, you need some entertainment.”

“And here’s the service module controlls. Oh… Should of asked Rawley or Hari too- Do you know how to work the applications on the computers for this?”

“I think I might- here we go.” I sat in front of the screen. “She took out unit seven? How’d she do that?” I laughed.

“I thought it was just some issues with two- Nothing about unit seven.” Himura leaned in, then started for the door. “I better get Rawley- you said unit seven was out?”

“Yeah, error messages all over. Which one is that?”

“Half of the air supply unit for the northern wing- The other one should be kicking in on full power, but still- This could be critical.”

“And there he goes… Hope Rawley won’t be long. This room is a bit cold.” I said, rubbing my arms.

“Unit two: temperature controls at 90%.” Darel pointed at the screen, and I rolled my eyes.

“And it dosn’t even try a diagnosis of the problem. See, the diagnostics are down on two because it’s busy screaming about seven… And eight’s regulator is overheating. Great.”

“Two weeks in…”

“That was either a nervous laugh, or you’ve just sabotaged us all.” I laughed.

“Man, don’t even mention that- I’ve read too many stories about everything going down.”

“This is real life- No supernatural green space aliens are going to eat us no matter how hard you wish.”

“I’ve got Rawley.” Himura came back, Steve close behind.

“So, what’s the trouble?”

“Seven’s busted. Diagnostics won’t work.” Darrell said.

“I’m going to have to get in there, then. How’s the doorway- Airtight?”

“Yeah, or we’d be having major issues.”

“Just checking.” He opened the next door, climbing in.

DIMES...

Well, I am tired, my light is bright, and I have five fingers on each hand. OH YEAH.
I had some cookies... Not much else. Well, I started painting Donatello a while ago, the face paint was uneven so I peeled it off, redid it, and now it's worse XD
Okay, just gave him another coat- Looks pretty good, hopefully will look even better after the varnish! I'd like it all to be smooth... Hard to acomplish on such a small scale. I also repainted the mushtache on a doll from a dollhouse... Probably eight years old now XD I've named him Freddie, and the other one's Elton. Quite fantastic. I just need to get myself the Oscar Wilde action figure to add to my collection.

YUP- I'll get around the eyes better when I do detail work- Once paint gets on them it's hard to get off. But he's a pretty thing- looks quite dainty with the pale skin.

And here's Chubber =D

DOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The magic of Google Translate:

THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION:
We later certainty, we complete the definition I have done to protect domestic tranquility, provide for the development of the public interest, the United States is on the freedom.

JUMPING JACK FLASH:
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
I howled my horse Rain Maker,
But there is, in fact, it was gas!
But it was fine. Adventures of Jack Flash,
Gas! Gas! Gas!

I was Brought up toothless Bearded bag,
I was trained in a harness on his back,
But there is, in fact, it was gas!
But never mind, I'm Jumpin 'Jack Flash,
Gas! Gas! Gas!

VERSION TWO:
I was born in Storm bilateral
Horse braces screaming rain
In fact, there is gas,
But it was fine. Adventure Jack flash
Gas, gas, gas!

Without having taken a bearded tooth in a bag
I trained as a tap on the back
In fact, there is gas,
But no matter, Jack Jumpin 'Flash pm
Gas, gas, gas!

AND A BIT FROM HAMLET:
Even if it is not, is the question.
Flour minds of candidates
Peel and chop the misfortune
ZAO weapons at sea
And close business to die: to sleep;?
Continue to the end of the dream
Thousand natural shocks and suffering
Body more, but in the end
They want to hear.
(Now it sounds more like something I'd write XD EVEN IF IT'S NOT, IT IS...)

BARNEY'S THEME SONG:
I can;
Tell me that you love me
happy family
big hug
I'm really kiss
I love you so much remains
I can;
Tell me that you love me
My friends, my friends, is very large,
I'm really kiss
I love you so much remains

YELLOW SUBMARINE:
I was born at home.
Boat on the river
We are alive.
water
We refer to the Sun
We found the sea of green.
We live in the waves.
In our yellow submarine

YAY I ATE FOOD.

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You learn something new every day XD

I did some painting on Donatello today. Working good. I also got some mizithra. That's pretty much it XD I did have an odd dream last night. I was sent to this place for three days that was supposed to cure me of any illness or disorder, though nobody documented what went on inside it. It was rather odd, but I did make it out fine. Nothing really happened, except I fell in a pool of water on the square hills. Other than that, it was really boring. You usually don't get bored in dreams, but I did this time. 

Before that, I had a dream where someone recomended a book to me, and I started to read it. At first I didn't understand what the big deal was about it, but it started to get weird- It was about me. Then I remember it being the first day of school, and at lunch I got my food. There were these weird octopi that sat behind glass, watching everyone. They replaced the small milk cartons with large bottles, and after I got the lunch I started down the stairs- I started flying, falling across the stairs as if gravity was moving to wherever was infront of me. I rushed past everything, and found myself on a vacation. There was a cat tied to a post, and I uncliped it for a while, then put it back. I went on an airplane, and picked up the book again- I realised that the story in it had become the reality I was in. Reading it, I had imprinted my memories, and the creators of the book, strange creatures, were using everyone's imprinted memories to create their own reality. You'd wake up in your own reality just long enough to tell someone about the book, and you were stuck back. You could only tell them to read it- nothing about anything else. 

I have a tubby cat next to me.

MIZITHRA.

I've discovered maru videos today. THE TUBBY KITTIENESS- IT'S SO BEUTIFUL! =D

 I also really watched dancing in the street for the first time- Thought I already had XD Can't belive I haddn't seen it sooner- I'll just say it's incredibly entertaining XD
(I can't just leave you with an adorable cat. Something had to be slightly displeasing/unusual to the eye. Mick Jagger/David Bowie works just lovely (respectively XD)) But I find it quite enjoyable to watch something so rediculous, but that's just me XD Plus, David Bowie does this fantastic jump from the staircase at the beginning.

YESH INDEED.

ELEIFHEOSHAPAHENTHSLEIN
(It didn't work.)
WELL, YODLE IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, AND I'M SURE SOMEONE MIGHT QUESTION IT. PEACE AND LOVE, GO EAT SOME CHEESE. =D

YOU COULD WIN A NEW IPAD! Just click on some link here and there.

Well, I had a dream last night about Queen, mainly Brian May and Roger Taylor.  YAY. And I'm verry tired, and don't have much to put on here. Let's see... I could always be cheap and give you a picture of a tubby cat... I think that's what I'll do XD

My face is growing tired.

Well, I had a dream last night, but I forgot what it was. But before that, I had a dream where I had one of those wristwatch time traveling things like Captain Jack Harkness, and was looking for the name brand of an artist's paints that I liked, when I came across a secret staircase to a small closet, being its own dimension. It had a pedistal in the middle, and people would walk down roads to it, through where there would be walls. They were walls and roads at the same time. On the pedistal, one time, there was a hat. It looked remarkably like mine, and looking at it closer I decided that it must have been- before I got it, but in the present. So, I figured present me had picked up the hat, used the time wrist device to go to the time I had gotten it and put it there. So, that's what I was planning to do, when much later I realised that it had a different tag- IT WAS A TRAP. I had wasted time for my mission- Which I apperantly had, but I don't remember ever setting out on some sort of quest in the first place. And that is all, good people of internet land. Peace and love, peace and love, and don't eat creamed corn, unless you decide to do so.

My head feels like a head, FOR ONCE...

My brain has melted, and I am hungry. CHEES CHEES CHEES. YAY. I like stuff. FSJLFJSLJLFSFSLJFSLJSFLJFSLJFSJLSFLJSFJLSFJLFSLJSFJLFSLJSFLJSFJLFSJLFSLJFSJLFSLJ
YAAAAY.
pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pie pi epieaisehfaehfoaugt;
EPISIEND. I meant Epstein, but it didn't work. I am really tired XD

This is possibly even more frightening than the lunches themselves.

I am a human.

I am coming out- As human. I am a human, something that I have been wondering for much of my life. I am attracted to fellow humans, and am one myself. I preffer to dress as, and identify as, human. I know some might not take it easy, I've been nervous about it for quite some time. Someday I would like to be in a long term partnership (legal or otherwise, though luckilly most regions of the universe support same-species unions) with a human. I am anthrophilic, or anthrosexual, attracted to members of the human species capable of having a consensual relationship of a romantic nature. I'd like to be identified with human pronouns (for example, he or she), but if you refuse to do so, "it" could suffice. I would at least like to be acknowledged as a member of the animal kingdom, as humans are not bacterium or plantlife. Not even Fungi. I hope humans can be acknowledged as equals with other members of society, and that I will not be criticized for my species identity. Thank you.

(But seriously, I wish that the ze/hir pronoun was considered mainstream and applicable. Is that so much to ask? Maybe I should move to Aulstralia. I just hope it will be more widely recognised by the time I (maybe) release Starman. The martians will be somewhat confusing to Earth's society.)

super MEH.

I feel absolutely awful. I got food poisoning, and it is very painful.
On a lighter note, here is a tubby cat =D

"What's for breakfast?"

"Freeze dried hashbrowns and eggs."

"Lovely." I gulped, the food took a while to get used to.

"Make sure you take your supplements, too."

"You sound like Janine."

"I sound like my mother.'' He laughed, his funny squeaky laugh.

"I'm sure your mother's a wonderful person, then." 

"Yeah…" He laughed softly, almost a giggle. 

I pulled open the door at that, to Darell, holding a small pack of crumbless peanuts.

"Ground control to Starman- We've saved a foodpack for you."

"Foodpack. That's a new one. Really gets the mouth watering." 

I'm tired. And that is all.

I have paint on my desk.

Hello. I am not in the mood for original content XD I'm too lazy for that.
Fat cats again XD

I DON'T HAVE A NAME. OR A FACE. OR A NUMBER. OR A JUICE CAR.

I like this so much that it is my pinapple in law. YF4EHFB C FOREVER!!!! PFDWEFUWV YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO. AND THE QUESTION IS ONLY YOUR NONMSDFHH I DON'T YOUR FACE YOUR MOM.
I'm very tired. yesh indeeed. your faffffffffyay. GOOGOOGAJOOB.
ljfsdijslfidsfljdisfjldisjflidlsjfidjflsidjflsdf

Tvc 15

 I FINALLY BAKED HIS HEAD! No more sculpting =D He needs a haircut, though. And some hairgel- it's stuck back from being tied back so long. I gave him pencil eyebrows temporarily, too. He's going to need some gesso as primer to paint, though. I tried painting his shoes, but the paint just scratches off. I've gotten to the launch in my novel, and I think I should of started with it XD
21003 words. Easier said than done, and I should write five times that much to finish it. WELL, THAT IS ALL. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM SOME NUMBER OF DAYS OLD, BUT AM TOO LAZY TO FIND OUT WHAT IT IS.

YAY PEANUT BUTTTER.

I ONCE SAW A FAN, AND IT WAS ON, AND THEN IT WAS OFF. AND MY WALLS ARE BLUE, AND IT'S CLOSE TO MY HEAD. THE WALL, LOOKS CLOSE TO MY FACE, MAN. HOLY FACE- I HAVE A WALL THERE. I CAN LEAN AGAINST IT. THAT'S MY FAVORITE COLOR. YOU DECIDED TO EAT THE PIE,, DIDN'T YOU? MY OH NO, I JUST KNOCKED OVER TIN FOIL. MY HAND DOSN'T FEEL GOOD. There's a sparkle on it. I'm tired. I don't remember putting a mirror in here. OH- YES I MIGHT. I'm hungry again.
I need to figure out how to finish off my sculpt. I'll do that. but I'm hungry, and tired, and my head isn't making any sence. At least I don't have stomach cramps. Those are odd. I think the roof of my mouth is alergic to hummus. I always thought it was the kale that scratched the top of my mouth, but when I ate hummus today it hurt. That's a shame. But it went away. My cat was chubby today. Like every day.
I think Donatello's about ready to bake now, just need to fix up the ears, add the earings AGAIN, and smooth any scratches =D Then I'll finally be able to give him a hair cut.

Two months of nearly daily work. FANTASTIC. Shouldn't of taken that long, it was pretty much back and forth fixing the shape of the head, fixing the face, fixing the shape of the head, fixing the hair, fixing the face, etc. The face only took a couple days first time around, but has definatly improved. It's like I've sculpted about five of him, giving me practice. I'LL BE AN EXPART XD
That's not how you spell it, but there you go.

My knees itch, AND I DON'T KNOW WHY...

I'm running out of Doctor Who. I'll have to watch the old ones XD And I'm TIRED. Very tired. And I just realised today that the humans landed on the mars base at the end of '76. That will not do. Maybe. I don't know. I'll take off a couple months of training... They leave October of 75, takes seven months... That would land them in May. Groovy.

I think I'm going to donate my hair.

I have very long, curly, gorgeous hair, and wouldn't mind it not being there for a while if it were going to someone who needs it. I've been somewhat considering cutting it, and it'll grow back eventually if I let it, so why not? Instead of me having it, it could go to a kid who dosn't have hair and would enjoy it much more than I do. And I'll still have hair, too, so that's two people with hair instead of one. It'll just be short- I'll be like Bob Dylan. That's cool. Bob Dylan hair.
But I don't know, I think I'll wait a month or two. See if I still want to. But I'm sure someone else would love to have my hair. People have told me XD And short hair is in now adays, I think. At least it probably is, considdering how many people I see with pixie cuts. It'll give me a more androgynous look, the kind I've been attempting at (and failing, not that I cared too much XD) I could even pull off dressing more feminine. Why not. And Bob Dylan hair is cool.
If I've got a reason, I really am thinking of cutting it off now. It'll be lighter, easier- And someone else will have it. And it'll grow back in a while. Why not? I could lose 10 inches. I'd be losing 10 inches of hair's worth of weight- INSTANT WEIGHT LOSS PROGRAM XD I could make it into one of those annoying ads.
And there it is, my thoughts for the day XD PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE.

My cat friend is so happy that it is endangering it's safety.

Chubber has all the fat rolls. More than you. All of them.

Well, I don't have much to put on here. MEH.

I have a lap tubber. It's like a laptop, except it's a tubber. Yes. YESH INDEED.

It's too fat to scratch it's ear. 

And here's David Bowie. And Mick Ronson. Immortalized in a .gif file. 

MY COMPUTER IS BEING A KINIGIT.

Well, my computer is dreadfully slow today. And I'm tired again. MEH. Well, I did have an odd yet interesting dream last night... I was at a school. It wasn't a very nice looking school, but it was a school, and I was at it. And then there were the peppers and the lights were blue and red... But they were only supposed to be one of the colors, and I'm pretty sure it was blue. The color, I mean. Those peppers were fantastic, though. If only I were in that dream longer I could of snuck them out of the trash can, and hid them in my drawer... The drawer I hide things in, except I really just use it to put things I don't have room for or don't want to keep on my desk or both. Though I did hide chocolate in there once. I don't typically like chocolate, but this stuff was good. Still is, I'm sure. It takes me roughly three years to get through a chocolate bar, if I end up finishing it. And my Chubber is making noise- I'll have to leave it out of my sock drawer tonight.
I don't think the peppers really exist, though. Or was it fennel? I really don't know.
Donatello's doing good, I've finally discovered a suitible neck joint for him. HE'LL BE VERY BEUTIFUL XD
And I better get to sleep now.
FANTASTIC, ALONS-Y, AND GERONIMO.
Jelly baby?

CRAPE SAUCE

MAN, I need to write more. I've been neglecting it- I sat down and hardly managed to write 382 words. 382 WORDS. They wern't even cleaver words. What happened to my nice average of 900? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? I think I'm just tired... But I don't want to sleep. I want to do things, but I'm too tired to do the things I want to do. I usually want to sleep, why not now, when I'm tired? There's so many things I want to do. So many things. MEH. MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH. 

ANYWAYS... I SHOULD SLEEP. But I don't want to. But I should. The End.

I've got some odd hobbies

YEAH, only under an hour since my last post (give or take), reatatched the spine and set the head on top (not yet baked or connected, the face still needs work, ears are awfully torn up, head needs to appear larger, etc.) and THERE. My own hair needs some work too, lacking hat XD

Almost there XD Sadly, my scan's color is off, JUST IMAGINE HIS HAIR IS ORANGE IN THE PICTURE XD His clothes are about right, boots are a bit lighter... MAN, he'll look fancy. I have to finish the head first. When I tried making the head a bit bigger his chin got a bit too wide. MEH. I'll have to make him look like his old self. And that colored picture of his face is AWFUL. I am regretting not erasing the face and redoing it XD That's what happens when you draw things in sixth period. I've been working on this thing since the tuesday before school got out. MAN, THAT'S A PROJECT WELL WORKED ON. AND THAT IS IT, BECAUSE I AM QUITE TIRED XD

FRACTIONS CAN BE TASTY.

I just accidentally discovered the lables button. I havn't seen that since blogger remodeled when I was about... Say, ten, eleven years old. Quite a fat while ago. I finished Donatello's body (Well, the sculpting process, all baked and soon to be sanded), and discovered I didn't really like the armature's proportions. I happilly (and accidentally) snapped his spine in half and am making him shorter. Instead of being the 1:6 scale equivalent of 5'10'', he'll only be about 5'6". Good. I like that. I've made plenty of revisions to his character in the time I've been making him, though few physical, but he needed to be petite. His apperance cannot be taken seriously XD Poor Donatello. Not sure if he's a diplomat or a Martian popinjay.
I finished the eleventh doctor's first season. YEAH. I like him better now. As I have for a little while. BUT HE GOT THE FEZ! Fezzes are cool.
I'm going to need some slacks. So I can wear my vest and tie. Though I don't have a bowtie... And yes, bowties are cool. But vests are cool too. Man, I should get some color coordinated slacks and shirts, it'll be like my Beatles paper dolls :D
THAT WOULD BE SO EPIC. AND I HAVN'T USED EPIC SINCE I WAS IN THE SEVENTH GRADE (probably around the time where I last saw the labels section of blogger) SO YOU KNOW I MEAN IT. But the whole Your Face thing has sadly stuck around... Though it's more Your Mom. Remnants of freshman year, I guess XD
I have a mini cornflakes box. I need a mini Lennon to go with it. I'd say it's about 1:12 scale. MINI LENNON. Maybe I'll make myself a little John and Yoko. Well, maybe without the Yoko, but late sixties- early seventies John would be FANTASTIC. (See, that's a word I use.)
BLIMEY, it's late. And I have no Chubber to talk to, since she's been in one spot the whole day. Outside of my room. I miss that bundle of fat rolls. My BFFF. Big Fat Friend Forever. WELL, ENOUGH OF MY OVERWEIGHT FRIEND OF ANOTHER SPECIES, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE. AND, SOMETHING I HAVN'T DONE FOR A WHILE NOW. I AM NOW 5379 DAYS OLD!!!
Wait. How does The Doctor know how old he is- HOW DOES HE KEEP TRACK IF HE'S BUSY BOUNCING THROUGH TIME AND SPACE? IS AGE EVEN RELAVENT? WHAT? I'm confused now XD

I didn't want to give this post a title, but it's too late now. Too late, to be grateful, too late to be late again, too late to be hateful, THE EUROPEAN CANNON IS HERE!

I am posting this because of the elbow. His lovely elbow. You can not see it. Imagine it- and where does it fall? Right below where
the shoulder should be XD It dosn't really look good. Or make sence. But I'm still hungry after eating, which isn't good. Because I don't want to go through the trouble of eating again XD Too tired for the fifth meal of the day. OH MY- I just ran over my headphones with my chair. I hope they're okay XD Well, I guess that is it. And someday, I'll have a license plate that says YOR-MOM

I was in a dream, and then I fell out of it.

Well, I am confused, about many things. I am a confusing person, and I don't even know who I am, but it's a fact of life, and it'll be alright.
You see, I'm somewhat of a bicycle. A minority, in a sence, like a lot of people seem to be. But everyone's a minority, I'm sure, unless they are the majority. If anyone was a majority, that would be weird, wouldn't it? The old, middleclass conservatives. Okay, lable them majorities. Well, for the "relavent" world, we seem to forget the billions of others outside of our more privilidged areas. But I'm not talking about that. I'm like Freddie, and David, and Elton. Except not quite. I don't wear spandex. I'd like a shirt to match my tie and vest, though. That would be lovely. Fantastic.
When I grow up, I want to be Spongebob.
Spongebob is good, I can relate to spongebob. I am the human spongebob, stuck on Earth, far from utopia, farther from Nutopia. I laugh, but it's late or something, because I've been shaking. I don't know what I'm saying, like I don't know a lot of things. Unaware, but only halfly. I'm just very confused, but it's alright. I've been confused for quite some time. About nearly everything, like you're slipping and sliding, with only a few things to hold on to, stuff that you should be able to put your feet on. But I'm not quite that good. I probably was, at one point, yet still a child.
Life is good, I like life. I'd like it to continue for as long as it should, say, most likely another 60 years or so- Wait- 60 years to live my life, now that's scary. 70 more, at least.
But what is it? nothing, really. Just preparing for later, I guess. If that is the case, maybe it should be shorter so I don't get lost in it. I don't know. I won't think of that.
But I'm still confused. My timeframe only extends to about the next two years at most, and I rarely remember my feelings from up until three years ago. And that's highly unusual, because I think in feelings and my current memories are full of them.
I'm not sure what pronouns I want people to use. That seems pushy, telling people to call you other pronouns. I think it would come with the hair, though. I don't know. I think I should cut my hair, but I like it. If only there were a happy medium. I know I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't, and I might miss it if I did. I do not know.
I'm not as shaky now. It's alright. It's nice being me, I seem to be more entertained then other people. More disturbed at times, but it's alright. In fact it's a gas.
I'M JUMPIN' JACK FLASH, and spongebob. I'm like Spongebob.
I want hair like Roger Daltrey in 1968. Maybe. I don't know XD If he can grow it out in a year, then I guess I could too if I didn't like it.
I had a dream last night, a confusing dream, where the moon went in front of the city, and title waves were crashing everywhere. It was quite incredible, the sky turned red, all different colors, and there was someone there. A lot of people.
Maybe I should look like A. Stiffler. She has cool hair, along with cool comics. Sounds good to me XD

NOT NECESSARY, UNLESS YOU WEIGH 98000 POUNDS

I have successfully found the best video on the internet:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhomzParUMY
Yes. Best video.
I have oil paint all under my fingernails. And my tubber is smiling. And I've given Donatello a BJD neck. That's the summary of my day.
I had an odd dream last night, about Tamama. I don't know why.
My face is your face, if you have imagination, and in this world logic is linear, which really dosn't make sense if you think about it, unlike the dream world.

TUB

I love Daleks, besides all the hatred and exterminating, they are really adorable XD
I always get sad when a Dalek dies.
EXTER-MIN-ATE! EXTER-MIN-ATE!
Yay. Well, anyways, I really need a darkish grey marker. That would make my day. And I'm tired. Very tired.
MY FAVORITE COLOR IS ALWAYS A MATTER OF CONFUSION, like many aspects of my being. I see things as a spectrum, man. A spectrum of favorite colors.
Yeah, I only got about 7 hours asleep last night, 8 the night before. I'M ONLY HALF CONCIOUS.

PEANUT BUTTERS

Greetings and salutations, this is flightmaster parlicosta smit. You have met the third sun on a highway to nowhere, left in your daydream as the clouds seem to crumble, like the wind against the sand, exposing the rock of ages. Yet you still seem to be dreaming, a silly, silly fool you are. You still seem to be blinking, stuck to the dead end sign. It's at the end of the road for you, and it's fine. 

'Cause you can always walk backwards, if you use a little force. Yes, you should be able to turn back, that's what they always told you, While they smash and fold you into the palms of their sweaty human hands. I can't stand to see a cryer, a dieyer, a sinker, or the suckers that pretend to be so. But you could be a dreamer, so pass by my doorstep, and wave hello and goodbye, incase someone is there to see it. If it's deserted, then you have done your job. If not, you have done it twice. 

All you ever wanted to be was good

Doing all the things they say you should

Everybody seems to think you would

But you're going somewhere else now,

Where is that funny feeling now?

Has it taken the place of the face on you're brain?

And now… All you feel is that pain. That need- that yearning- 

And you don't know why. Every day you shake- as if you had just been running from something. You're going mad. You meet old friends- but they never existed outside your head until now. Did they? Did you? Maybe you're just a reflection of a fractured statement, smacked on the head until it bled the words of the chosen one, the one you chose. Once. Not for a while, but maybe yet again, if you're cleaver enough. Just try to be good- But good is very vague, conflicting, and sometimes quite ironic. Be your own good, if you're good enough. If not, then wander on the ice until you find the rest of the nomad kind. Find the second sea, then the next, then the next, until you find the last one. 

And you're stupid, stupid, stupid hands smell like Big Bertha. 

I really don't like stomachs. They smell bad.

Anyways, so take the costal route to nowhere, and paint a pretty picture on the wall for the passerby, for the on-the-fly, for the don't-know-why, and for your mum.

If this is the last time you read this blog, this could be the last new post you see on this blog.

This tubber is SO tubby.

Well, they are announcing the next doctor in three days, and I just made it to season five. New doctor. AHHGH. 

The Doctor is racist to daleks. 

The Doctor just megafailed. 

Well, I had a dream last night where someone shrunk to 1/6 scale. 

And that's about it XD

Day 5372, of MY LIFE XD