Ok, am feeling rather pissed now. PISSED. With a capital P. Been sick for a week. Got cut several times at work. Cannot join frens who went out to have fun BECOS of work. Dad still wun let me practice with the car. Got sniped at several times by Dad at dinner. Call my fren who REFUSES to pick up the BLOODY FONE. People bump me off their weekend schedule cause they have PLANS.
I'm going to scream. Yes, I think I shall scream. Internally, I'm a very angry individual right now. Very. Grrrrrr....

Here's a website called The Cud. It's a site I bumbled on and handed in one of my essays to ;)
Check out the story called, One world, one million possibilities by Evan Russ. Which is kinda my pen name now.

Evan Russ. Gives me the shivers everytime i try to say it.

Fren told me to not do any stupid stuff. Then I asked her, "What kind of stupid stuff?"

"I dunno. Ee Pin kind of stuff."

Glad to know I have stuff labelled under me now. Which puzzles me cause I don't go do stupid stuff. I don't smoke or do drugs. Or go bungee. Or streetracing. I don't shoplift or get into fights.

What's an Ee Pin kind of stuff?

LET IT BE KNOWN TO ALL MORTALS, THIS GOD HAS NOT WRITTEN HIS WORDS BECAUSE OF FEVER. DO NOT DESPAIR. YOU WILL STILL GET THOSE COCONUTS YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED. THAT IS ALL.