for some reason, i decided that it'd be a good idea to take a lot of diet pills. which means i am now super-energised, with nowhere to go... i'm going running at 5:30am but other than that, i have nothing to do for the next seven hours.

*drums fingers on desk*

oooooooh. oooooooooh. i could go watch tons of videos.
nah. my parents have that weird 12am rule [no going downstairs after 12am] - disturbs their sleep. bless them.
i could read all the books on my bookshelf.
but i only have two shelves worth, and that's because no one ever buys me books and i'm too poor...
hmm.
well, you could still read all your books. that'd take all night.
yeah. food for the mind. ugh, education.
snort.
and then when 5am rolls around, you can go and be all sporty and run to the train station and back - it's only 4 miles but hey.
*tumbleweed blows by*
yikes, it's boring in my head.
do people actually say 'yikes' anymore, except for me?
do people actually talk to themselves too, or is it just me?
i could sleep...
going to drug ourselves, are we?
ooooooooh yes please.

shut it.

but i'm borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrred.
paint your nails!
i can't do that. i don't like my hands. maybe i could get a hand-transplant. oooh. idea. get it on the NHS do you think? mpfoflflffl. no.
hmm.
got an idea?
no. i'm just hmm-ing.
oh.
diddleydiddley deeeeeeeeeeee...
you got that wrong.
i did?
it's hi-diddley dee..
bite me
oooooh get you.
snarl.
*thinks*
whatcha thinkin bowt?
none of your goddamn business
hey, it's my headspace too
yeah well.
hey wanna go smoke?
if i had cigarettes, no.
no?
i'm giving up.
oh. you never told me.
you didn't ask.
i shouldn't have to.
go AWAY.

*goes in corner and sulks*

i never liked you anyway.
oh go kill yourself.

2003-02-24 - 10:29 p.m.
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