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So, My Day Was Okay Today.

I Was Sitting In English And This Kid Named Brady Stole My Little Notebook,
You Know, The One I Bought To Keep All My Story Ideas In?
He Said He Wanted To Read It, And Ended Up Bending The Cover And A Few Pages Of It.
I Told Him I'd Just Have To Put It Into One Of The Vices They Have In The Tech-Ed Room.

He Said 'A Vice? Okay Then!' And Basically Folded The Book Over.
I Got Upset, And Simply Told The Teacher.
I'm Not Stupid Enough To Say 'Oh Yeah? Well, I'll Beat You Up!' Not Do It, And Talk About Him Behind His Back, Like Everyone Else Would Do.
It Makes People Look So Stupid When They Do That,
Like The School Jock/Jerk From Old Movies.
Just So Pathetic...

So Yeah, He Ruined The Notebook,
So I Figured I'd Stay Up Tonight And Copy Down The Rest Of The Notes,
And The Few Fanfic-Drabbles I Have There.
I Suppose It's Been Awhile Since I've Posted Any New Story Stuff.
(Not My Story Notes, I've Been Updating Those, But It's One Story...)

I've Been Listening To 'Space Oddity' By David Bowie All Day.
I Know It Probably Makes Me Look Stupid, Or Whatever,
Because It's Not Greenday, Or Fall Out Boy...
But It's A Good Song!

It Doesn't Have A Really Catchy Part,
And It's Not A Fast-Paced Song.
It Has All The Qualities A Great Song Doesn't Really Have,
But It's Still Great.
Hahaha...Major Tom Rocks...
I Was Bored, And I Doodled Major Tom As A Hippy In A Space Helmet, Sitting In A Tin Can, And I Got In Trouble For It In Science Class. I Thought That Was Stupid,
But I Guess He Doesn't Like My Joke.

I Was Kinda Smile-ish In Science Though.
I Kind Of Made My Own Little Joke On A Science Paper.
We Were Supposed To Plot The Coordinates Of Stars,
And I Found Alkaid, And I Crossed It Out, And Wrote 'Yowkow'.
If You Remember, Yowkow Was The Character In G.U Who US Translators
Changed To 'Alkaid', So I Kind Of 'Fixed It' A Little Bit...

I'm Feeling A Lot Better Today!
I'm Still Sniffly,
And I've Got A Major Stomachache From Taking A Pill Without Food.
I've Decided To Go On Fast This Week, For Like, At Least Three Days...
I Think I've Maybe Forgotten, For Awhile, And I Feel Ashamed To Forget Something Important Like That.

So, I Don't Feel Like I'm A World-of-Warcraft Slave Anymore.
I Stopped Feeling like That When I Quit For The 3 Months,
But When I Met Cherry And Kept Playing Again, I Felt Like That A Little,
But Joining Gaia Has Proved Me Wrong Again.
The Expansion Came Out, And I Could Care Less.
I Feel Kind Of Happy.
I Was Talking With My Dad, And He Told Me That Scientists Are Now Calling
'Role-Playing Game Addiction' A Disease, Like Alcohalism, Or Smoking Addiction.
They Say It's "Just As Addicting' Or Something.

I Feel Like I Just Quit Smoking, Or Something Like That.
Ya'know?
Like I've Done Something To Be Proud Of.

.hack//G.U Comes Out Tomarrow!
It's Only The First Volume, But I'm Sure They've Got At Least One Part With Haseo And Yowkow. And I Can't Wait!
I Bet It's Very Fun.
But, I'll Have To Keep Free Time To Write Here, And Stuff.
Things Like This Are Important.

I Was Cleaning Up Around Here, And I Looked At The POM Bottle I Saved.
It's So Neat.
I Love The Logo, And I Don't Ever Want It To Fade,
So I Don't Use It As A Glass.
It's All Finger-Printy From Me Moving It Around To Clean The Desk,
So I Might Just Keep It As A Nick-Knack, And Wipe The Prints Off.

I Pay Too Much Attention To Little Things Like That.
I Suppose I Like Little Things...
I Guess That's Kind Of Neat.

I Doubt My Mom Will Ever Take Me To Go Get That Tattoo...
She's Too Busy With Work And Medical School, I Bet.
She's Still Got The Print Outs Of What Her Tattoo Is Supposed To Look Like In The Car, But I Don't Think She's Going To Get It.
And If She Doesn't, I Can't...
I Knew It Sounded Too Good To Be True...

I Hope It Snows Soon.
That Would Be So Neat.
Because Then, I Get All The Wonder Of Being Able To Sit In A Warm Bed And Think
Or, Stroll Outside And Think.
I Wish It Were So Close To Snowing When I Was Writing My Zabuza And Haku Flick
In Summer.
But A Time, Anytime, Is Good To Write, I Suppose

This Is Ground Control To Major Tom; You've Really Made The Grade.
The Papers Want To Know Who's Shirt You Wear!
This Is Major Tom To Ground Control; I'm Stepping Through The Door,
And I'm Floating In The Most Peculiar Way!
And The Stars Look Very Different, Today.

-Chalkie.