The following is a compilation of several stream-of-consciousness journal entries which I used for English class this past year. Most of it was written while listening to the radio, so expect to read some lyrics within the text.

A kitty sits in the road. So sad. Then, he picks up his guitar and poses in front of a drum kit. Remote controls.

Revised syllabus. Lalalalala. Cent saver. Calendar. I feel sick, awful, awful sick. I'm Wiccan. I want to go to a Hanson concert. That would wake me up. A Tori concert would be nice too. But, that would mellow me out enough to fall asleep immediately. Love and respect to the end.

Scarlet Letter. Looking around the house. Nobody home. Searching for signs of life. Frightened. Uh oh. Good. Living with you. I never understood what those lyrics were before. Or, if I did, I never realized it. Cloud and whoever that dude is in Final Fantasy VIII is... put them together and make is real? Phew. Nice stuff.

Miracles. Albert Einstein. Joe. It was good, lawn chairs. So good, office equipment. Yeah, that's right. The Wizard of Oz. Stretch. I need that. How well would my handwriting scan? I want that program needed to make fonts. That would make it much easier for when it says things need to be handwritten. Make a messy font too so I can make stuff look encrypted. Sorry, Jon.

Happiness is a broad idea, though. What must one have to be happy? No one can define boundaries on what makes them happy. Domination one day, bondage the next, perhaps? Auto-dither. Strike to finish. Clam chowder. Cow kabob. Datura. Frangipani. Neil Simon. Web page. Good work. Proud of me. The reason I'm here. Free association. I don't like this pen. Free-flowing thoughts. I want to go up and see Joe. I want to go up there for when it snows. I want April to come up too and be happy.

I want this to flow better. I got a filling a few days ago. Taylor loves her. Zac's infatuated. Ike is aloof. Looking good for eight. Ouch. It must hurt to look that good. Topless is nice on Taylor.

It has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime. What better place than here? What better time than now. Rage Against the Machine is good.

Our Lady Peace is good!!! They're finally recognizing them on the radio. The new album is good. Thoughts are not quite clear.

I remember falling, I remember marching... like a one man army: through a place I know I'm coming. I don't want to remember falling for your lies.

Overlook unfit appearance. Talking is just masturbating without the mess. But I do both too much.

I believe in something. Oi! Ow, those same bastards knocking at my door telling me to prepare, to get ready for more. But would running help a little more? How 'bout I learn Ju Jitsu version 2.0? Chemicals between us.

Can it come between us? A twisted fate and a remote control. Did they name you before or after you died? Lying in despir. Job interview tomorrow. Do I want the job there? Do I thank April? Of course. She got me a job. She had a talk with Amy... I think that's her name.

I don't know. Probably never will. This is supposed to be a response journal. Give me a response. Oh well. In reality, it's just a journal at times. Pointless babble at other times. She only spot checks and if she takes the time to read it, she won't get to anyone elses because she reads slow and I have horrible scribble when I write these.

Love will lead us. How you look tonight. Time in between was just a dream. Did we leave? Breathe! Love will lead us. Can YOU hear the dolphins cry?

There are a lot of things that I could say to tell you why I'm feeling this way. There are a million things that I could do... to show you. To prove to you that you can't get through while I'm puting up this wall and hanging on to you and showing you things that you've never seen me do. I'm strutting up that walk, hiking up my skirt; watch me splash in this mud puddle before it turns to dirt.

Fun with scissors! Cut along the dotted lines... then, post for a tear down. People don't recognize good art in people who've always been bad before. Sniffle sniffle. I want a homicidal bunny to call my own.

Hmm.. it doesn't look like it was made with Microsoft Paint, but it was. All my images are. I've got Paint Shop Pro 6.0 but it sucks and I can't figure it out, so I use it only to figure out Hexidecimal codes for colors I like. For everything else, there's Mastercard. Heh, heh, heh... No, really. To make my images on my websites I get all sorts of pictures off of the Internet and then I save them as either .bmp's or .jpg's and then I open this in Paint and I edit them to my specific specifacations. Grin. And then, I might run them through a converter program I have which allows you to change the color saturation, the sharpness of the image and the filename estension. You can also resize it so that it stays nice and proportional. That's goodie, goodie gumdrops. I love you. Heh, heh.. Peek-a-boo, Pikachu!

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