} About Me.

Wow...Jurassic Park... uber-cool... *goggles at television*

Errrmmm...sorry. Let me get my eyes back to the computer screen now. There they go, and...

OK. As you probably expect, I'm supposed to be here to write yet another boring diary entry. But I've decided to do something a little different today. I feel I have never really introduced myself, so... here I go.

I'm 13, going on to 14. This May, to be exact. Only about one and a half month to go till my birthday. What I want for my birthday? I want a fat goldfish with huge bulging eyes along with a couple of apple snails. What I've always wanted is a dog, but I don't think that will be possible cos my family is totally anti-animals. -___-; (What losers.) I also want LONG, BLACK AND WHITE STRIPED SOCKS. I know ankle socks are the fad these days...but they aren't as nice as LONG, BLACK AND WHITE STRIPED SOCKS. So if you have it in your heart, please, please, please scrounge around the mall and look for those, and buy me a pair. (Because I'm worse than broke.) Oh, and I also want a lifetime supply of Vanilla Coke. Anyone knows where I can get that without paying a single cent?

I have rather 'cool' but at the same time also rather old-fashioned parents who squabble at the slightest things. (Just at dinner tonight they were arguing over the best kind of fish. FISH. Pffftt.)

I have two siblings whom I usually find annoying. I have an elder sister who's constantly trying to be Glamour Girl, and a very very spoiled brother who can't even remember to FLUSH. (FLUSH...!!! JUST PUSH THAT STUPID THING AND THAT MORON CAN'T DO IT!!!)

So...you should be able to tell by now that my family's full of total crackpots. In fact, you should be pitying our maid right now, who is possibly the only sane person around. (I mean...she's the only one who doesn't wait until ten rings before answering the phone.)

And me? I'm the weirdest one...the black sheep of the family. (Baaaaa.) The fact is, as I'm writing this and ultimately insulting my whole family at the same time, they're all IN THE SAME ROOM. And they're too busy in their own affairs to notice. HAH. HAH. HAH. oO;; (See?) What can I say? Nothing I SAY can convince you that I'm a total wacko. I obsess in a hissing mutated hobbit who eats raw fish and likes to refer to himself in the plural form, I talk to lizards AND my laptop AND practically everything in the world, living or non-living, and I thrive on Vanilla Coke. Wacko enough for you?

The other things about me aren't so important for you to know... I mean, how could you be interested in what I LIKE. Like, for example, sketching and computer graphics, writing angst poems and fictions and LOTR. You're not interested in all that stuff, are you? Aren't you just bored to death now?

And even more boringly.. the stuff I HATE. I hate spam, I hate those promotions on Viagra that I keep receiving on my e-mail, and I hate forwards and chain letters. They're EVIL... EVIL I tell you. I hate sucky people who STEAL my stuff on the Net and copies my originality and other more horrible things. I hate Satan cos he's so darn evil. Besides, he's uber-ugly. I can't believe he even dared to show his face in the smoke of the Twin Towers plane-crashing thing. Pffftt. (HEAR THAT??? Now GOD - GOD IS CUTE. XP )

And I hate Care Bears. All their love and care gives me the tingles up my spine.

*wipes sweat* Well... that's about it. I LIKE TALKING ABOUT MYSELF. MWAHAHAHA.

2003-03-23, 8:00 p.m..
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