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Hmm.. how does this work?
I say, you listen?
More like I type, you read.
*Looks up at Journal Tittle* Someone.. is.. typing.. this..
Who is typing what? I am typing "this". But what is "this". Its a journal entry. Oh really? Maybe, maybe not, what if I call it something else? umm.. I am typing a chicken, well that doesnt make sense, you can't type a chicken, unless its the word "chicken" or the fact that you made a figure of a chicken with words and numbers and what not. But that would take too long to do.
---------MM
-------<( ' )---------------Now that's a happy chicken. Hmm...
---------l---_/l--------- I stand corrected. It took me 5 min. to create this chicken.
---------_/__/----------What if I digitally cooked this chicken? Would you eat it?
----------ll-ll---------------Would it taste good? How do you cook this chicken?
----------^^---------------Ok thats enough about chicken. I get hungry.

Hungry.. Are you hungry? I'm not hungry, I don't get hungry easily. I usually eat breakfast and go through school without another meal until I get home to eat dinner. I never really liked the cafeteria food. It wasn't like in St. Croix ( Virgin Islands, U.S) where you could bring your lunchbox to school, now that i think about it, it sounds "childish" to bring a lunchbox to school.

Virgin Islands.. I once heard a joke that when Chuck Norris went to the Virgin Islands, and once he left, it was called "Islands". Everyone loves and fears the mighty Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris. *Gasp* I live in texas! What if he just barges into my house, and umm... uhh.. does.. something.. yea...
It'll take along time for him to find me, even if it is Chuck Norris! Why? Cuz its Texas, and everything is bigger in Texas, including Texas, excluding, the name "Texas". I mean, its like 5 letters, and 2 syllables. Thats funny, to me. *sighs* If you read this far, you must be really bored.

Texas, Texas, Texas...My school is ghetto. Who knew public high schools were so dangerous? There's gangs, weed, weapons, weed, nonsense violence, weed, security procedures, weed, security guards, weed, weed smokers, weed.. Did I mention weed? I don't smoke though, it doesn't make me feel "cool" or "thro" like they say here. But then again, It doesn't mean I feel cool at all. My Workshop class, what a drag it is to cut wood. I always have a low grade because "I waste time in class". Its extremely boring, specially the wood cutting videos we are forced to watch, they are so old and you could just die, or "dissapear", not literaly (unfortunaly)(Lololol that rhymes.) Anyways the class is like half seniors, and the other half is freshmen, sophmores, and juniors. These seniors... just talk about weed all day. Its funny to hear.
-"Oh man, I was so high yesterday night" "Same dude"
-"Dude! Its that a new bong in your backpack?" "why yes it is!"
-"How many rolls do you have there man?" "Uhh.. too many to count"
-"Who wants to get high with my weed after school?"

Yep, I'm living it. Living what? what if I say surfing? but surfing what? Surfing the U.S.A! (Beach Boys Lolololol) If you read this far, you need to give yourself a slap in the face. *slaps self* Now that we got that out of our system. What system? Uh.. don't ask me, I don't have all the answers. Answers... what is the purpose of life? well, life has no purpose, only computerized objects have a purpose in life. What does that mean? It probably means that we can live however we want, with the rules we want, or maybe no rules at all! Now wouldnt that be fun? *thinks* Idunno.

Well, I hope you all had a fun time reading this, if you didn't, thats ok too. (I hope you die) Who said that? Me? It couldn't be.

Hmm... x-Venezolano-x
Thats me!
Goodbye now.

~If you count all the characters used on this journal entry, I'll make you feel special!~