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#31, August 28
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Weird stuff has begun to happen. Not really all that weird in reality, but they’re damn well weird in my mind. I have a feeling that school kept me sane in grade 10, and now I’ve been enjoying my summer vacation, I may be beginning to lose it. Wow almost grade 11. Almost grade 11 and I have a stupid story like this to tell, I’m bothering to tell it.
So it was my sister’s birthday a few days ago, and we had some leftover cake right. I’ve just eaten lunch, what I had for lunch I can’t remember, maybe it was just some pieces of cheese, that sounds like me. And I think, I should have some cake, so I decide to have some cake. I’m on my way to get cake and my mind suddenly goes blank, I’d already by that point forgotten why I was walking in that direction, but I didn’t realize I was holding a cup until my mind went blank.
“You going to put cake in the cup?” my brother asks from the kitchen.
I look at the cup, remember that I was going to get cake, then wonder why I’m holding the cup. I look at the cup again, has it been used? No, my cup is over there on the counter. The cup goes back in the cupboard and I pull out a plate and knife and go over to get some cake.
That doesn’t really sound that odd, some people are just like that, but I’m usually not. Actually I can’t say that for sure, I can’t remember what I’m usually like, maybe this is totally normal. I don’t think the not knowing if its normal or not is normal though. This is why I think I’ve started to lose it.
Wow look at all those words, about 300 of them. It always amazes me how little information we can put into words. You can have huge run on sentences that say absolutely nothing. I have a friend who can do that, but maybe that’s just because nothing he says makes sense in my mind. I think my brain may be the problem in situations like that, its defective. I should go to the convenience store and buy a new one. Hurray for self induced lobotomies and then not knowing what to do with the new brain I’ve just bought for an ugly penny.
I hate pennies, they’re so useless. Tiny little pieces of copper that turn green and are only worth one cent. Why can’t we make all pennies be worth 10 dollars, I could hoard them beforehand and then be rich, well not rich but I’d at least have money, and I could buy a computer. A computer for my very own, I would name it William, and Francis and Charlie would get jealous because he’d be a better computer than they. Muahaha, William wins, or would if he existed.
What was I talking about before? I can’t remember, this isn’t a good sign, or right cupcakes! No, not quite. Kiora, can you come and install my new brain, I don’t trust Keilah. And with my new brain I wouldn’t be crazy, unless insanity is like cancer and it spread to another part of my body before the brain was removed and it just came and reinfected the new brain. Garr, evil insanity. Come to think about it, why is insanity bad? I think I dislike sanity, although I don’t know what its like, having never been sane myself. But that’s the same reason the sane can’t judge the insanity, they’ve never experienced it so how can they understand it.
Rice crispies are fun, wait no. AGH PRODUCT PLACEMENT. I will now proceed to kill myself with a not so plastic spoon, which I have awarded myself and features a small pewter goats head on the end. What’s that? Keilah says I’m not allowed to kill anybody, or anything, including myself, but I don’t think it includes plants. Yay, let’s start forest fires, or kill all the trees with chainsaws.
Wouldn’t it be cool to have chainsaw fights? And then the chains would break on each other and snap back into my eye and blind me, but only in one eye. I need the other eye to make sure I don’t kill myself with the goat spoon. Maybe Kiora will kill me with the no so plastic pineapple spoon I awarded her, a goat can dream can’t he.
I’m going to stop writing for now, I will retreat into a cavern and manufacture not so plastic spoons that I can award people, yay. Okay then bye.
