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There's one thing that Niskayuna offers, thought Matt, and that is plenty of time to update my livejournal which is only like the most important thing in my life right now! Matt had decided that livejournal, read by friends and stalkers alike, needed to be protected and upheld, much like thefacebook. These online gimmicks, although wastes of time, kept Matt amused and did prevent his imagination from suddenly dying like most college students. Anyway....
TigerLiLy33: haha WRITE ABOUT ME
This message appeared on Matt's suddenly. What the fuck, thought Matt, is up with people and their demands. Write me a song, come serenade me, give me a massage, go kill so and so...I've had it, I'm going to write about what I want. And that is....that is....wow, my brain cells are just dropping off one by one here. Matt stood up and stretched, "I'll get back to this later," he said. Shutting down his computer and preparing for bed, Matt couldn't get his mind off his journal. Finally, he gave up, "Write about you! Oh I'll write about you!" Exasperated, Matt began to think...ok she's president and she has curly hair and...but the time was late and Matt was tired; thinking was just getting out of the question. Matt went and played in the snow, which he strongly disliked but it was preferable to listening to people tell him what to do. Suddenly a bright light shown down from the sky? What the devil is going on, pondered Matt, from his newly constructed snow fort. From the sky, a tiny, fairly-like creature approached, "What the hell are you doing!? You're supposed to writing a journal entry!" shouted the obnoxious little creature. Matt thinking quickly launch a snowball at it and shot it out of the sky. He wasn't safe anywhere! Fucking fairies, damn acid flashbacks, its time to end this. Walking upstairs, Matt grabbed an emergency ax and hacked his laptop to pieces. With a sigh of satisfaction Matt laid down in bed and fell into a happy, dream-free sleep.
The truth: I can't write under pressure hence this random, crappy entry. Anyway, I'm tired and this entry is pretty lame but someone is bound to laugh...pshh losers
TigerLiLy33: haha WRITE ABOUT ME
This message appeared on Matt's suddenly. What the fuck, thought Matt, is up with people and their demands. Write me a song, come serenade me, give me a massage, go kill so and so...I've had it, I'm going to write about what I want. And that is....that is....wow, my brain cells are just dropping off one by one here. Matt stood up and stretched, "I'll get back to this later," he said. Shutting down his computer and preparing for bed, Matt couldn't get his mind off his journal. Finally, he gave up, "Write about you! Oh I'll write about you!" Exasperated, Matt began to think...ok she's president and she has curly hair and...but the time was late and Matt was tired; thinking was just getting out of the question. Matt went and played in the snow, which he strongly disliked but it was preferable to listening to people tell him what to do. Suddenly a bright light shown down from the sky? What the devil is going on, pondered Matt, from his newly constructed snow fort. From the sky, a tiny, fairly-like creature approached, "What the hell are you doing!? You're supposed to writing a journal entry!" shouted the obnoxious little creature. Matt thinking quickly launch a snowball at it and shot it out of the sky. He wasn't safe anywhere! Fucking fairies, damn acid flashbacks, its time to end this. Walking upstairs, Matt grabbed an emergency ax and hacked his laptop to pieces. With a sigh of satisfaction Matt laid down in bed and fell into a happy, dream-free sleep.
The truth: I can't write under pressure hence this random, crappy entry. Anyway, I'm tired and this entry is pretty lame but someone is bound to laugh...pshh losers