All Of The Beauties Wasted

(F.Y.I., I wrote this on Friday, August 31st)

Today I missed school because of a stupid illness that remains to be unidentified.
*I told you, master, it was a sinus infection."
STREP THROAT, PATROKLOS. IT'S STREP THROAT. As you can see, Patroklos and I have come to quite a disagreement. Whatever I had involved a soar throat, a runny nose, and a slight fever. We are still confused on the matter as to which it might be. I got about two hours of sleep before my mom woke me up to go to school, and I was like, "There is no way I'm going to last six hours like this in a completely trapped environment such as school. Thus, I did not go to school.

Bleh. Being sick is like . . . Well, not cool. It's like not cool.

Friday is the worst day to get sick, too, because then I can't hang out with friends. DUMB. I hate you Mother Nature. Take your sick and twisted sense of humor and jump off a bridge. A very tall one.

Except don't. Because I like avocados. So if you could keep avocados here AND jump off a bridge, I'd be pretty chill.

*Master, the whole earth would collapse within itself, for all life and structure benefits from the factors of nature."

Oh yeah . . . Dang it. Nevermind, Momma N-money. You can stay. I guess.


GAH! So many people that are like, "Brett, we should party!" And I can't say no, so I say that we should party on Saturday. And now comes Saturday. And I have about 20 people I'm suppose to "party" with. WHY CAN'T I OWN THE GUTS TO SAY NO? I must develop those guts. And abs. I need abs.

I wish I were more talented than I am. But, alas, I am not. I suppose that's something that I could always work on.

I'm fairly strange. I keep finding myself becoming obsessed with all of these characters that have corrupted and twisted minds. The creepy ones, essentially. Every time I play a game or watch a TV series, I'm like, "Ooo! This characters sweet! I like them!" I then later figure out that they are clinically insane and/or have homicidal tendencies. What is fate telling me? o_O

I suppose I shall find sleep soon, so I bid thee all a sweet night, or morning, or day, or whatever time of day you wish my blessings to be bestowed upon.

Farewell,

And don't give up.