Humm humm. I'm thinking about a new layout for my site. Bleagh. Argh. Nrrrrrr. Why is it so hard? ;-; I want to have orange in it, though. Orange is preeeety. On the internet, but not on people or fruit.

Ehhhh. I should be whipped and tortured...or ignored. That would probably cause me more displeasure. Anyhow, the teleclasses are fine. If kind of...pointless. Still, now they can't fail me. >P I got my sock monkey off eBay. He's real cute and old. He smells like formaldehyde...or old sock monkey. I even had to sew him up a bit. FFX is like...boring. And FFX-2 is like...smutty. I'm starting to hate Square. Oh, wait. Make that "Square-Enix". FF8 was the beginning of their downfall. Everything after that was for profit, in my opinion. Why don't they understand that they could make more money making good games with less money, instead of making bad games with more money?

Uhhhhhrgh. No posties. Well, I've been bored and boring, what can I say? Absolutely nothing has happened to me. Nothing. Maybe if I had a semblance of a life, this I would post more often. Or would I be too busy to post? Ah...a paradox. Guess what? I love sock monkeys and Junko Mizuno. BUY IT, BITCH!

Omigawd! Go to http://www.sodaplay.com ---> Mess with the constructor. Then look at other people's bots. Humility? I talked to my long time friend Daniel today, and he's nice about everything. Eck. Tomorrow I have to go make some kind of confession or presentation to the school people, so I can get teleclasses or whatever. I wonder how many people will be there...I DON'T want to do this. I just want everything to work out. It's like they want me to spill my soul so they can put it in a jar and be it's "advisor". Fine, if it wasn't in a jar. I'm sick of this. And chances are I will be even sicker at 7:30 tomorrow.

Oh my goodness. I missed a day. I was bored today, so I made my dad a website. It's really lame, but go there anyway.
http://victormania.envy.nu
Ehh...I'm helpless without GoLive 5. My mom forked over the $350 I earned by drinking nasty gunk at the hospital, so hopefully I can take a trip to the cool mall soon. I'm thinking about buying something real posh-Gucci or Chanel. But chances are I can't afford anything there, and I'll blow it all on Mac or Stila makeup. Or cheaper clothes. >P I wish I could get a job. Even minimum wage would be pimptacular. I mean, I've never had more than $350. Dude...I'm shallow. And materialistic. COOL!

Good morning, I guess. Going to the hospital is so tiring, even though all you do there is lay in bed and get poked, proded, and...probed. I just decided to join the Jenova webring...Jenova is so cool. What more can I say? I hope I get accepted. Last night I was trying to make a KiSS doll, and I got everything done up to the .CNF stuff, which I totally don't get. Oh well. I will force soneone to teach me. For my first doll, I tried to make it of Eve, as in the bible. It's kind of funny, 'cause I hate organized religion, but I didn't want to spend ages on clothing. Eventually, I'll figure out the technical stuff and get everything right.

Sorry for the lack of posting, but honestly I couldn't help it. I got a stomach flu, had some problems, went to the hospital, and was subsequently diagnosed with ulcerative colitis. What an grotty, unglamourous chronic disease to get. It couldn't have been all tragic like tuberculosis or whatever else. Ah well, I guess I'm glad to finally get a diagnosis. Going to the hospital sucked greatly. I had to drink a gallon of this hellish stuff before getting...probed. And I couldn't eat for more than half of my week there.
Anyhow, one entertaining story came of all this. After I emerged from my anesthesia for getting...probed, I was kind of different. I started babbling so loudly that the whole ward could hear me. I was talking about stuff like how I was lucid dreaming and I would join Siegfried and Roy in Las Vegas. I also yelled that I had to poop every other sentence. Then, I spewed forth "What the fuck?!" very loudly, right on my way into the pediatric ward. I alked, "Are there children here? Oh my GOD! I've ruined the mystery of Santa Claus for the little children! I'm so sorry little children!"
In a response to "She's in left field" I said "Nooo! I always play right field!" >P Nasty little post.