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I am listening to Curse of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For... because Jessiah suggested I do. So here I am. Let's see what things gets out of me.

o_o

Well, it sure is irriating me that my speakers keep going flippy on me. AGH! I AM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.

And now I am bored. Oh well. There was something I had wanted to write about... but I don't remember what it was. That is too bad. I do remember really wanting to write about it though... I hate forgeting things. My memory is so odd. I can remember the weirdest things but never anything I want to remember.

You know what really bothers me? That I feel so limited in what I can write in here. It's my journal, shouldn't I be able to write about whatever is on my mind? Yes, I should. But people get mad at me if I say the wrong thing... IN MY JOURNAL. Like, what the hell? If you don't like my head... the go find another one. I need to get things out, and this is the only place I can do it because I am not going back--

The music stopped. Uno momento while I restart it.

Ok, there we go. So where was I? Oh yeah...

THE BIBLE IS EVIL. It really seems like the stupidest thing in the world to me... the way people take everything in it so literally. I never knew that they think that Jesus is going to take them to heaven and everyone else is going to get left behind to get tortured if they don't believe in him! Or something like that. That is really mean. And they think, 'Oh, since I read the bible and go to church I am so good'. Well, that sure isn't very nice. What freaks. Completely brain washed. I am going to be the chainsaw masacre when I grow up. And I am going to kill all psychos who are too into their religion. They just irritate the hell out me. It's like they can't live at ALL! Some people live exactly by their religion... what is the point of living then? You can't have fun.

I am glad I was raised with open minded parents. I know a lot more than most people... though I have become a little paranoid. I read [more like I am reading] 1984 and now I don't like standing in front of mirrors because I think someone is watching me through them. Weird, I know. You would think after reading that I would be scared of televisions, but no. I am scared of mirrors. Oh well. Maybe it will go away.

Is it possible for a pyromaniac to be afraid of fire? Because I think I am. I love playing with fire... but it scared the hell out of me. I remember, I used to play with the girl down the street when I was younger, and we would burn things in her backyard. Bugs, sticks, leaves, and old Christmas trees. One time my shirt caught of fire. My sweatshirt, actually. I didn't get burn though. I slapped myself a bunch of times and it went out. Ha, I can just imagine what you are picturing in your head right now. Ha ha ha... wow.

This song is growing on me. Oh wait, no, no it isn't. I really want to listen to something else. But I will wait until I am done writing. Isn't that weird? I can stop writing now so I can listen to my music that I like, but I am not. I am going to keep writing and listening to this song. I wonder what that means? Nothing... or maybe everything twisted

And now I have just restarted the song for the fourth[?] time. Yes... I think so. Hm. I have to take a shower tonight. I really don't want to. I hate taking showers. I would much rather do something else, but I like being clean so I will take a shower. I wish they would invent something to clean yourself with instead of taking showers and brushing your teeth. That would be so much better. Well, maybe someday. If the bees don't go extinct first.

Kill Pooh.

Save the planet.

Betches.