*had to hole punch and put in binder*
*mental issues*
And it has a binder all to itself at the moment, too, because I don't have room to carry it around in my big school binder, and this one happened to be there.
*is exhausted* It's been a long day. Sitting outside in 95F with little to no shade for like 6 hrs is no fun, no matter how much like hot weather. When your spending the time with people you don't really care about, without any welcome distractions, it seems so much longer.
Okay, earlier today we were talking about Lamp, Kayte and I sharing a brain. This is why you don't want to share a brain with me. I got annoyed by my pen and tired of writing NaNo, so I decided to type up exactly what was running through my head as it happened, to clear my mind. I might be a little bit crazy.
My stupid pen isn't working. It can't not work. I need it to keep working. I love that thing. It just.... Yeah. I can't use a different pen. I love that thing as much as my children. Wait. I don't have any children. But, if I did... they'd be right up there with a black gel pen. Would you be considered a bad parent if you considered your kids on par with a pen? It's not even a fancy fountain pen, either... what if CPS came, and there was some random law about loving your children more than inanimate objects. It could happen. There are a lot of weird laws out there. Like how it's illegal to peel an orange in a hotel room in the state of California. Why am I even thinking about this? It doesn't matter. I don't even have kids. It's not even physically possible for me to have kids.... oh wait. Yes it is. But it's not socially acceptable. Not that anything I do is really socially acceptable.... Hmm. That reminds me. I wonder if Deidre is still doing Star Wars club. That might be fun, actually, even though the movies were just... meh. Hmm. I should write NaNo. I wonder if anybody's online... I'm gonna go try to find online people to talk to. People from school should be home from the dance now, but I don't really want to talk to any of them... Maybe my pen will work now, if I try it. It was just moody. It needed space. Nah. I'll just talk online. Screw NaNo.