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I can't figure out these new programs that will enable me to animate and create the cartoon I've been wanting to make since a long time ago. I can't find a tutorial that actually helps me. My sister is watching Twilight in the other room. She likes it. My mom thinks it is boring. I watched it with my mom last night and she couldn't stop saying how boring it is. It was like watching a grown-up movie with a kid who wouldn't stay still. I kept shushing her. Sometimes my mom acts like a kid.
I have to do a journal entry on Slaughterhouse-5 for my English class. I should be doing it so my mom doesn't come in and annoy me again. She seems to be in a particularly annoying mood tonight, while I seem to be in a particularly impatient one. It's comical if you think about it. I have to do a free write. I don't want to do it. I won't, then. It's settled.
I keep checking on AIM but Joanie is not there. She usually is at this time. I keep checking Twitter but Gerard seems to have fallen off the face of the planet temporarily. He is not like me. He is not addicted to twitter. Well, I'm not as bad as I was. Some people I follow are pretty bad. They tweet from their phones every five seconds, just about. My sister is making the noise of a deranged cat drowning because Edward and Bella kissed. I found this thing on Twitter the other day that said that Lyn-Z is not Gerard's real girlfriend and was just a cover-up. The person who sent it commented it to most of the people that follow Gerard I guess. She said she was gonna kill herself in June or something. Why am I talking about this? Why did I start writing this in the first place? I feel simultaneously creative and uncreative right now. I do not have the patience to look for a vector tutorial that my simple mind can comprehend. What does comprehend mean, anyway? Maybe the right word to go there is "understand". I do not feel like talking to anyone who is on AIM right now. I just checked again and Joanie is still not there. Maybe Joanie and Gerard fell off the face of the Earth together and nobody remembers that they ever existed at all except me. How come I was not invited? I want to fall off the face of the earth with Joanie and Gerard too, because I am bored. I don't think I'll write down the stories in my head anymore, because they end up getting messed up somehow or another. Did that make sense? I'm sure it didn't. I am going through another period of not remembering my dreams. That sucks. Joanie is not on AIM. Nobody twittered since I last twittered, "I'm kinda frustrated by stuff". Before that, Mikey twittered. I forget the content of the twitter but he mentioned Gerard. Mikey is one of those twitter addicts that I mentioned before. Mikey is the only one besides me that remembers who Gerard is. Maybe he doesn't know that Gerard fell off the face of the planet with Joanie and didn't invite me. Maybe Gerard just decided not to turn on his computer today. Or yesterday. Did he update yesterday? I don't remember.
I hate wearing tight clothes. The shirt I am wearing is tight. It has spaghetti straps. It feels like it is about to fall off any second. It keeps going up and folding. It feels like an annoying bathing suit. I wear too much plaid lately. I am wearing plaid shorts and a plaid shirt over my annoying bathing suit shirt. It doesn't match at all, but that's quite alright, because I'm at home and no one's gonna see me, and if no one's gonna see you it's acceptable to look like a hobo. I also have plaid pajama pants but I am not wearing them right now. I will put them on later.
My family is engaged in a yelling fight. My house smells like laundry after it's just been washed. Before it smelled like pizza. Not the kind of pizza you order from the pizza place on the corner. It smelled like the pizza in those Lunchables that all the cool kids used to bring to school back when I was a kid. I don't know why, because nobody was having pizza in my house, and I haven't seen one of those Lunchables things since 8th grade. I wrote a sentence of my homework. How impressive. Well, actually it was not a full sentence, because I put a comma and then got bored of writing that sentence and wrote this instead, which is really kind of pointless. I have written a very long pointless document. Maybe I will read it years from now like my old diaries. I didn't write much in those, but my mom wanted me to so desperately, and she'd buy me billions of diaries that I'd write in maybe twice. In one I called myself by the nickname of "Buddy", because of course, that was what I was called. No one has ever called me Buddy before. It was all made up, just like the Enigma Chronicles. Gerard is one of my best friends and we go to school together. I do sound for his band. They are called My Chemical Romance, and they are pretty awesome. As for myself, I am in a band called The Imaginary Friends. I am the singer, or course. Dev Catastrophe plays bass. He's pretty crazy on stage, but nobody beats Lyn-Z when it comes to being awesome on stage. I go to school with her, too. Sometimes I do sound for her band too. I am the sound guy. Girl. Whatever.
Anyway, Dev plays bass and Panda plays drums. She has purple hair. I have purple hair, too. But I also have blue hair. Sometimes Ray Toro plays guitar for us in return for me doing sound for his band. We don't actually have a guitarist yet because I didn't make one up. There are no freshmen in my band. Gerard is one of my best friends, but he didn't invite me to come with him when he and Joanie fell off the face of the earth together. Why, Gerard? After all we've been through together?
I just took two melatonin pills. They will start to work in maybe an hour. Sometimes they don't work. I think I am nocturnal. When they do work, and I listen to Mindless Self Indulgence, it is scary. Because my brain thinks it is speeding up and slowing down in places it actually isn't. I do sound for Mindless Self Indulgence sometimes. I have known Jimmy since we were kids. A dog is barking somewhere outside. Joanie and Gerard are still far away on not-this-planet. My house smells like a barbecue, and before it smelled like pizza, but not the normal kind of pizza. When my windows are open and the neighbors are noisy, it annoys me because I am trying to concentrate on writing this pointless document on Textedit on my white MacBook that is missing a key. It is missing the apostrophe key. That key may be inside of my cat. Or it might be behind the plastic kitchen that nobody ever plays with that lives in my hallway. I forgot if my parents threw that out or not. I always forget that. I think they did and it got replaced by shelves. Maybe I will write such a long pointless document that I can make it into a book and I'll make billions of dollars off of it and go live in a fancy house and pay someone to build me a rocket ship so that I can blast off of the face of the planet. Joanie and Gerard will laugh at how long it took me to do that. I will look back at the measly half sentence I wrote for my homework on that hot summer night that wasn't technically a summer night when I also wrote the long pointless document that made me famous, and I will say to my mom, "I told you so", because she said that I have to do my homework to be successful, but I never would have made billions of dollars off a free write about Slaughterhouse-5. My house smells like the inside of my backpack after I walk home in the rain. Someone made an annoying noise with their car outside the window. I reached out and grabbed the obnoxious car and stuffed it between two pillows on my bed like I used to do with my Furbee when it wouldn't stop talking, back when everybody had Furbees. Furbees are something I never see commercials on television for these days. They were annoying, and everyone who had one probably ended up throwing it against a wall at one point, screaming "shut the hell up!" at it like my friend did in 6th grade back when cursing was something that was taboo and exciting to us, and every cuss thrilled us so much. She showed us the audio recording on her cell phone, my friend did, of her banging the furby against the wall and screaming those thrilling off-limits words at it, and we thought it was so funny, and we laughed and laughed. How do you spell Furby, anyway? I forgot. And now Joanie is back from her adventures on not-this-planet with Gerard, so I can ask her. I have to go to bed in a few minutes because my mom will yell at me if I don't. Joanie thinks the correct spelling is Furby. We are sharing Furby memories. I wonder what Gerard thinks. I do sound for his band. This document is pointless. It's 10:00, do you know where your children are? They fell off the face of the planet.
wow. that was amazingly pointless. now, here's my english homework:

"I noticed that for one brief sentence within the narrative about Billy Pilgrim, "

........yeah. if you don't know who any of the people are, it's not my problem. if you want to sue me, that's not my problem either. If you want to teach me how to use Adobe Flash CS4, i will love you forever.
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What the fuck, Buddy.
What. The. Fuck.








............WHY?!?!