Sunday, March 19, 2006

Baaaa. I am a sheep. Guess what? I must be mentally ill, because I laugh when no one is around. Seriously! In one of the things I read for my research paper, it said there was some girl they thought was mentally ill because she laughed when no one was around. I must be very mentally ill, cuz I laugh when no one else is around. I laugh when other people are around but there's nothing obvious to laugh at. Usually it's something one of my characters is doing/saying... OH! Good news! For me, at least. I reread everything I've written with my precious pet/baby bounty hunter, and I feel like writing him again. I love him so much. He's so funny, and such a jackass. It all goes back to my love for smartass guys. PIIHYANA, PIIHYANA, PAPAPARAPA! I'm really bored. Zettai, zettai! Sorry, I'm listening to really happy songs... Okashi no Uta, Odoru Ponpokorin, Zettai Part 2... You know, for my research paper, writing is gonna be a pain in the ass. I think it's gonna be like 10 pages long. Actually, the only problem I'm gonna have is getting my thoughts in some sort of coherent order. Thus, an outline. I'm more worried about what I'm gonna say to the class when I have to do my oral presentation. "Um, well, mental illnesses are treated with medication, therapy, ECT, other such shit... There's controversy over who should be allowed to determine when a person is mentally ill, and there's controversy over forcing people to get treatment, and there's controversy over other stuff, and basically this is a really controversial topic, and it made me take that final step towards deciding that I really must have some mental illness. Incidentally, that's a bad thing. I'm gonna go sit down now." Then I'd go sit down in the corner where my seat is and rock back and forth muttering. They would send me to guidance. Guidance would send me to the nearest mental institution. They would take me in for a period of observation. I would live there for the rest of my life because when they medicated me, I would melt into a little puddle on my bed and drool all over the place and secrete some kind of toxic goo from my pores, like a frog. Well I guess if I did that, then they'd send me to the government and say, "Hey, this psycho chick here has a toxic reaction to this kind of medication." So I'd be forced to undergo extensive tests, and would virtually become a mindless, drooling, toxin-secreting drone. It would be bad. They would tell me it was for the betterment of science. I would secrete all over them. They would die. I would laugh. They would sedate me and I would secrete all over the bed until the restraints were lubed up enough that I could slip free, because really, the sedative didn't work and I was just bullshitting, and I really am a toxic amphibian. I push my food down my throat with my eyeballs and such. You know, I can just go off on spiels... I'm glad I type these things up. If I ever need story ideas, I should reread some of my old posts. Lord. I probably have 100 pages of them. I should just make a GIANT word document and save all my spiels... I just wish I could tape record my phone conversations and video tape my self-conversing habits... Well, I COULD video tape my self-conversing habits... Just go up in my room and talk to myself... Then someone hears me and opens the door and says, "You're loud." and I go "KA BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!" and there's a nuclear fallout in the atmosphere because I'm not human at all, in fact I am quite inhuman... Like i said, I'm a toad. Or a frog. Or some other amphibian. God, you must think i do drugs. "LOOK AT ME, I'M A TOAD!" *hops around drooling* "SEE, I'M SECRETING TOXIC WASTE FROM MY MOUTH!" *licks random passersby* "Toad, toad, toad, toad, toad, toad..." *gets heavily sedated with a crowbar and tossed out into the street in front of a speeding bus* ~SJ ...Toad, toad, toad, toad...

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